This is a true story of what happened in July of 2013, as told by my wife when my wife was sixty. My wife and I enjoy riding with groups of other bikers. We are members of several all-black bikers’ clubs and are the only Caucasian members of these clubs. My wife rides a VW-powered trike. Her usual riding attire with these clubs (weather permitting) is a white lacy bra and panties, chaps, and boots. The men are always happ...

My wife and I frequent several bars and clubs in the black parts of neighboring towns. Her attire for these nights is always the same: a short, silky wrapped dress that is a couple of sizes too small for her, with ties on the back and straps that tie around her neck. She wears no undergarments or takes any protection with her. On this night, I had something to do, so my wife told me that she was bored and asked me to drop...

Both my ex-wife Janet and Abby were beautiful women, although Abby's looks were quite different from Janet's. Janet was five foot seven tall, slim, with large breasts. She reminded me of a biker babe. Abby was very petite and had a baby doll face. She was just over five feet tall but top-heavy, with a forty-inch chest. She reminded me of a Barbie doll. Abby and I started to date after Janet and I divorced. She always remi...

I was twenty-eight when I met my first wife. She was older than me. She was not only beautiful but had a body to kill for, including a nice set of 38D breasts that she did not mind showing off. We married a year after we started dating. Shortly after we married, the owner retired and turned over the day-to-day management to my wife. Before retiring, he laid off everyone except five of his most valued employees who were bl...