My wife has sex with 29 bikers for money each for 15 mins

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Brandie, for all our kinky sexual lifestyle, isn’t one to talk “dirty”, and use the kind of explicit sexual language I wanted to hear, about the details of what had taken place. She won’t talk like that unless she is drunk, or horny, or preferably, both at the same time! So in order to get those explicit details that I wanted, we spent Friday and Saturday night in our home bar and pool room, just the two of us, drinking, listening to music, and talking about what had happened at Strokers. As I plied her with tequila shots and beer, I was constantly asking my wife questions. She was wearing a short, sleazy, nightie, and occasionally, as she got higher on the booze, I would get her to stand between my knees as I sat on a bar stool and I would make out with her, kissing her neck, licking and sucking on her tits and nipples, and fingering her pussy as she told me those explicit sexual details that I was trying to drag out of her. Or, as she sat on her stool, I might stand behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing her tits with my hands, letting one, or both of my hands occasionally slide down to her legs and what lay between them.

During one particularly effective “enhanced interrogation technique”, (I doubt anyone would consider what I was doing “torture”, but it sure was effective), I had my wife on the pool table and was eating her pussy while she gave me answers to my questions. I would stop licking and nibbling her pussy to ask another question, when she stopped talking, so to keep my mouth working on her pussy, my wife’s answers to my questions were lengthy, and very detailed!

On Saturday morning, while Brandie was still sleeping, I sat at my computer making notes from what she had told me the night before, and I repeated that on Sunday morning from Saturday night’s interrogation. Over the years, since this happened, we have occasionally spoken again about that night, and I have sometimes mined a new nugget of information that I hadn’t previously heard.

So now, I am going to tell you the story about what happened to my wife, Brandie, that night, in Strokers biker bar, when she had sex with 29 men, for $50 each, for 15 minutes with her. I’m going to tell you the story from her perspective, in her voice, as if she were telling the story to me, from start to finish, without the interruption and back and forth conversation of the thousands of questions it took to get this story out of her. Enjoy!

When Emily and I went into the bar, we sat on a couple of bar stools at the end of the bar, with the women’s bathroom right behind us. There were about a dozen, or so bikers, sitting at tables in the bar watching the big screen TV, getting geared up for the game to start. It was about 6:30 PM, pregame was on the TV. Emily and I were the only two women in the place and when we walked in, dressed the way we were, we got some hoots, hollers, and whistles from the guys, some of whom I knew and recognized. Howard served us some drinks, Emily drinking sodas, and of course I started drinking a margarita with tequila shots. We sat there making small talk, sometimes talking to Howard, watching highlights on the big screen, and Emily was checking out the bikers, asking me about the ones I knew. She was looking for one, who could give her a ride in the Toy Run coming up next month.

By the time the game started, I was beginning to feel the buzz of the Margaritas and shots that I had downed over the last hour and a half and I was feeling pretty good. That big guy, “Lurch”, came up to the bar to get another drink, and he asked me if I was going to be giving any shows on the patio tonight, obviously he must been out there a couple of months ago when I did you and Jack out there on the picnic table.

I laughed and told him,”No.”

Then he said he was sorry to hear that. He paid for his drink and paid Howard for a new round of drinks for me and Emily.

About 15 minutes later, Lurch came back up to the bar, he stood on the front of the bar, right around the corner from where I was sitting on the end of the bar, so he was looking right at me, but wasn’t standing next to me.

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