The Town Bike

Re-submitted title that was originally posted in Loving Wives yet due to a barrage of hatred caused me to delete. Uploading un-edited in Fetish where it may find a more accommodating home. To be clear, I don't give a toss whether a story is rated high or low, I just don't expect to be abused over a work of fiction.

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*****

Danielle walked from room to room looking for something to do. Nothing worthy of watching on television; her social media up to date; even browsing the internet wasn't catching her attention. Paul wouldn't be home for at least an hour. On one of his 'long rides' he'd told her. It was times like this she envied his hobby. That's what his cycling was she reasoned. A weekly get together with like minded people, enjoying a shared experience.

She'd dabbled with similar. Yoga classes, a book club, even a drama class but they soon grew wearisome to her. No, she needed something that would stimulate her. That she could do with people she trusted, admired.

Gazing absently out the front window she watched Paul push his bike along the garden path towards the rear of their house. He's home early, she thought, giggling to herself at his awkward gait in the riding cleats. As he neared the house, her eyes rose up his legs to the tight bike shorts her husband wore. She loved his legs in lycra. Well, if she was honest, she loved his cock in lycra. The bulge when he was flaccid, the outline of his cock and balls. And when he was hard, his manhood stretching out the silky material; pressing against her ass, her face.

She felt how wet she'd quickly become as she shifted her position, her panties sliding against her labia. Paul disappeared down behind the building unaware he was being observed and Danielle reached under her short sun dress, taking hold of her white lace underwear and slipped them down and off her legs.

Paul took a large draught from his drink bottle before lifting the bike up onto a repair mount as Danielle entered the garage.

"I thought you were going on a long ride," Danielle quizzed him. "What are you doing home so soon?"

Paul took another quick sip and smiled at his wife. "Got the big, one, two, I'm afraid," he replied before explaining. "I had a puncture, which was ok as I had a repair kit. But then.."

He gestured at the chain hanging loosely from the derailleur. "Broken chain."

"Oh, is that bad?" Danielle asked.

"Well you can't pedal without it, but it's repairable."

Danielle nodded absently before poking around the garage, feeling her husband's eyes on her as she bent over to examine this, climbed a step ladder to peruse that. Knowing full well her dress would be riding up high on her ass.

"I know what you're doing," Paul finally stated. Breaking the silence.

Danielle turned to her husband and noticed the desired effect bulging out the front of his shorts.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she smiled coyly, leaning back against a bench to enable her pussy mound to press against her dress.

Paul's eyes homed in on her groin and abandoning his bike repair, approached with his greasy hands held in the air like a surgeon entering a theatre. His lycra clad erection met her outstretched pussy and immediately their mouths connected; Danielle thrusting her tongue between Paul's lips, mating with his.

Grinding his dick in his wife's crevice, the pleasure doubled by the silky fabric of the lycra, Paul breathed into Danielle's mouth. "Why do you always get like this when I go for a ride?"

Danielle reached forward and placed a hand between herself and Paul's cock, stroking his length. "It's the lycra Baby," she panted, kissing his mouth, his neck. "Your cock in lycra. It just makes me so wet."

Whatever the reason, Paul was happy for the results and watched as Danielle dropped before him to get level with his hard-on. One hand massaged his balls, cupping them, while her other continued rubbing until her lips took over, kissing and biting his still covered penis. With his dirty hands taken out of the picture, Paul was merely a witness to the scene as his wife finally lowered the front of his shorts and allowed his shaved hard cock to spring forward in all its erect glory.

Danielle devoured her husband with relish. Sucking his length into her mouth, her throat, with the ease of a professional. No small fry, Paul always marvelled at her ability, her desire to take him fully, her lips meeting his pelvic bone before she pulled off gagging. Trailing saliva. Licking the spit that flowed down his shaft, Danielle again took his head in her mouth. Sucking hard, her tongue swirling while she masturbated her husband's thick column.

Knowing him well; his breathing; the tensing of his testicles; Danielle was aware he was about to cum and deftly lowered her dress below her breasts. Her hand still furiously pumping his slick cock she looked up into Paul's eyes. "Are you gonna cum Baby?"

Paul nodded, holding his breath and barely able to reply. "Ye..yess."

"Then cum on me Baby," she purred. "Cum on my face. Cum on my tits Lover."

"Oh shit," Paul managed as he released.

Danielle guided his spray as best she could after the first rope shot directly over her left eye, hitting her forehead from the hairline in a thread down to her cheek. Spurt after spurt daubed her nose and mouth until she aimed him lower to coat her neck and breasts. Finally taking him again between her cum coated lips to drain the remnants.

"Oh Baby," Paul sighed, Danielle squeezing her hand along his length. "That was beautiful."

Proud of herself and her condition she rose and relinquished her hold on his manhood, immediately using her free fingers to scoop cum from her skin into her mouth.

"How long will it take to fix your bike?" She asked.

"Not long, why?"

"Because when you've cleaned up I want you to come inside and fuck me in the ass," Danielle explained.

Paul, his cock remaining hard, immediately made for the degreasing soap on a shelf.

"Oh," he stated. "The bike can wait!"

*

Danielle lay in the crook of her husband's arm, stroking the small amount of stubble on his chest. "Maybe I could come cycling with you?" She stated.

Paul couldn't help but laugh but contained himself when he realized she meant it. "Do you even know how to ride?"

Danielle slapped his chest. "Of course I do," she protested. "I mean I haven't ridden a bike since I was like thirteen but it's like falling off a log isn't it? You don't forget how to do it."

"Well yeah," Paul conceded. "But Baby, we aren't riding through a park here. We don't take it easy!"

"But I'm fit. It won't take me long to compete," Danielle sat up on an elbow. More determined the more she thought of it.

"You're serious about this?" Paul questioned.

"Yes. You know I've been trying to find a pastime," she enthused, sitting up and climbing onto Paul's bare groin. "It could be fun. Something we can both share."

The power of the pussy was strong and as it pressed against his flaccid cock, Paul became more open to her suggestion.

"I mean we'd have to get you a bike, gear. We'd have to ride together for a while, just to get you up to speed. But, I guess it could work." His cock now hard, Danielle allowed it to slide inside herself.

"Oh fuck," Paul sighed, raising his hands to her breasts. "Yeah, the more I think about it, the better it sounds."

"Great," Danielle exclaimed, squeezing her vagina around him and dropping down to his mouth. "This is going to be wonderful for us."

*

The bike, shoes and helmet chosen, Paul browsed the racks of female cycling attire in the sports store, a male attendant alongside. Danielle pulled back the curtain and walked out of the change room with her third outfit, the look on her face displaying her opinion.

"What's wrong with this one?" Paul asked, becoming annoyed by her lack of decision making.

Danielle turned and looked over her shoulder at her ass in the mirror. "It's the same as the others," she exclaimed. "This padded thing here!" She poked at the comfort pad between her legs.

"They all have it," the sales assistant explained. "It's to stop bruising on the seat."

"Well I know, but it's just so ugly!" Danielle complained. "It looks like I've pooped myself!"

The staff member, clearly in his late teens, noticeably blushed and looked away toward the clothing racks. "I mean we have these ones," he brushed his hands against the satin material. "But they're not really cycling wear."

Danielle walked over and looked at the clothing he referred to, running her hand down the fabric. "What do you mean, they look like the others?" She asked. Wearing only a sports bra and bike shorts, Danielle could see the reaction she was having on the boy, even Paul noticing how uncomfortable he was becoming.

"Well they were ordered by mistake," he elaborated. "They're actually for promo girls. You know, on the podium?" He pulled out one of the unitards and displayed it over his arm. "The material is thinner and as you can see," he added, holding the crotch. "They don't have the padding."

"Oh that wouldn't matter," Danielle stated, looking at Paul. "We won't be going on really long rides for a while will we? I think these will be fine!"

There were three different designs and with Paul's encouragement, Danielle took them back into the change rooms. The sales assistant hung around and Paul couldn't blame him when Danielle again stepped out, her demeanour completely different.

"Yes, now this is more like it!" She cheered as she did a turn for her audience.

Paul noticed the jaw of the assistant drop and understood why. It was obvious to him his wife had removed her underwear, both panties and bra. In the process of zipping up the front of the mid thigh length orange unitard, Danielle grinned when she saw the reaction from the men.

"Oh I love it," she exclaimed. "What do you think Baby?"

"Ah, yeah. You look good Hon," Paul managed. She didn't look good, he thought. She looked ridiculously fuckable.

Danielle knew she looked amazing. Having the two men staring at her, ogling her, only emphasised it. "It's so comfortable as well," she added. "And not having that padding looks so much better doesn't it?" She looked at Paul and he nodded. "Well of course you'd say yes Babe. You just want to get out of here!" She approached the shop assistant and looked at his name tag. "Justin. What do you think?"

It was cruel, she knew. He was barely eighteen and was struggling with keeping it together.

"Do you think it looks better down there?" She repeated.

Justin was forced to gaze down at the woman's crotch, the lips of her vulva clearly displayed in a cameltoe.

"I, ah..um" he stammered over the words.

"What about from behind?" Danielle asked, turning and presenting her ass. She could feel herself getting wet and wondered if it showed through the material.

"You look good," the boy finally managed, his eyes resting on the cheeks of her ass. Luscious and within touching distance. "Really good!" He could feel his cock rising and hoped they wouldn't notice. The husband especially.

Danielle, satisfied with the reaction turned to Paul. "I think I'll take all three!"

She looked back at the boy and smiled. "You're quite the salesman young man." She could see the hard-on tenting out the front of his pants and as she walked back into the change room and closed the curtain she imagined he and Paul entering. Pulling out their hard cocks and forcing her to suck them. Fucking her. Masturbating over her and cumming. Cumming on her face and body. She stood naked and looked at the damp crotch of the unitard and blushed. "Oh my goodness," she whispered.

*

"Is there another girl in the group?" Danielle asked as they rode side by side.

Paul glanced at his wife who'd pulled the zipper on the front of her white unitard down to between her breasts. The morning was warm and only getting hotter, Danielle's actions not helping things.

"You'll be the first," he replied. "Well, since I've been with them."

"And they're nice guys?"

"You've seen them Babe, you know half of them," Paul answered her. "They're all family guys. Most with kids!"

The coffee shop, the regular pre-ride meeting place loomed before them and eyes turned to the young couple as they dismounted beside a column of road bikes. To be honest, it was Danielle where the gathered men's attention was drawn; more than thirty sets of pupils focussing on the girl dressed in figure hugging lycra as she cocked her leg stepping off the saddle.

Danielle felt their eyes on her immediately. Family men, jaws dropping and pausing mid sip their lattes and cappuccinos as she over-dramatically removed her helmet, pushing out her bust suggestively. And as she and Paul approached the group of seated and standing riders, most struggled to remove their gaze from her crotch.

Paul introduced his wife to those she didn't already have an acquaintance with; men she had seen around the town, recognised as local business owners. Their bodies varied from fit, chiseled hard-men to portly, the weekly bike ride most likely their only form of exercise. It wasn't of concern. To Danielle, they all sported the mandatory package. The bulge of lycra between their legs, some more substantial than others, emphasised as the men sucked in their guts on meeting the new inclusion to their club.

*

That they were taking it easier wasn't noticeable to Danielle as they rode along the country road. That she was the centre of attention was unmistakeable as she never failed to have a gentleman riding alongside her making conversation. That there was a constant jostle for position immediately behind her was almost comical as each man rode in his own 'tour de ass' to gain the best vantage of her curves.

It was all as they'd planned. Paul watching on proudly as his friends and acquaintances ogled his wife, admiring her himself, the globes of her ass, the lycra clinging to pussy, delving between her labia as she rose from the seat. The effect she was having on the group was undoubtable, the men complimenting him on inviting her along, encouraging him to make it permanent; the adjusting of swelling cocks when they were sure no one else was looking. It was almost too predictable.

He approached his closest friends first. Subtly broaching the subject as they rode. With how alluring his wife looked, he wasn't surprised at how quickly they agreed before in turn spreading the word, the invitation, amongst the other riders.

The agreed upon less strenuous route saw them circle the town's sporting fields and recreation reserve and being early Sunday morning, few others occupied the area. Paul led the group as he signalled diverting off the roadway and slowed up as he removed a foot from the pedal, eventually coming to a stop outside a public toilet block. Danielle cycled up beside him and stopping, slid slowly off the seat to straddle the frame between her legs, the crossbar nestling snugly between her labia. As one, she and Paul looked back to see most of the men had followed, were dismounting, some already rubbing their cocks, all with eyes on Danielle.

"You still sure about this Babe?" Paul searched his wife's eyes and needed no response, the fire behind them signalling her desire, her not so subtle grinding of her pussy upon the frame, her nipples standing to attention in the warm air. Oh, she was sure.

If there was one thing the town's council did right, it was the upkeep of public facilities, the inside of the mens toilets being as clean as could be hoped for, white gloss tiles floor to ceiling. When arm in arm Paul and Danielle turned to face the assembly of gentlemen inside the toilet block, a quick head count saw more than twenty eager faces staring back, some with cocks already out and erect, all stroking their groins.

Danielle's eyes scanned the room at waist level. The vision of erections behind lycra a thing of beauty, that they were all for her, because of her, adding to her arousal. Paul's hand ran down her back and caressed her ass, sliding a finger between her cheeks which caused her unitard to press tighter against her already sopping pussy, accentuating her cameltoe through the spreading damp, a detail not lost on the men looking on. She turned to her husband and their eyes locked.

"Thank you so much for this," she sighed before their lips came together, her tongue searching for his, her salivating mouth warming up in preparation of the meal to come. With a last rub of her husband's rigid cock, Danielle broke their embrace and knelt before the closest cyclist.

He was unknown to her but it mattered not, his face irrelevant as she pressed her cheek against the swelling behind the blue lycra. A hand was run through her short hair, a sign of affection, possibly gratitude. His cock stiffened against her face as her hands rose up his muscular thighs to take the waist band of his shorts in her fingers and pull downwards. His unleashed penis burst forth, slapping the side of her head as she took him in her hand, her fist sliding down his considerable length to rest in a bed of pubic hair. When her mouth encircled the engorged, bulbous head, the man above released a contented sigh, the first woman to take him in her mouth, bar his wife of thirty years.

A wide circle formed around the kneeling woman allowing all of the audience to witness the show, the majority of the men now with pants lowered, many removed altogether, some remaining shy or yet to achieve erections, fully clothed. Allowing her mouth to conduct the business, Danielle reached out to the next man in the circle, taking his cock in her hand and masturbating while another took the opportunity to rush to her left, presenting his hard-on to the willing performer.

The cock in her mouth was large but bobbing her head, she was able to take half of his length into her throat, stopping his insertion as she gagged, her mouth filling with saliva. She lifted off and immediately took the next cock between her lips as the first backed away jerking his slick penis before lifting his fingers to his mouth to taste her saliva. With the cyclist to her left content being masturbated, another man joined the fray, presenting his hardness to Danielle. Eager to please, she lifted her mouth off one cock and down upon the next, taking him fully, his belly to her nose before she sought out the previous. The men nudged closer and as Danielle slurped from the head of one to the other, their cocks touched. Acquaintances who'd barely shaken hands in the past, now had their dicks joined together inside the mouth of a woman they had only just met.

Danielle did as best she could to take the two cocks into her small mouth. The heads stretched out her cheeks, her tongue slipping and sliding between the two as they gently thrust their hips in a fucking motion. Seeing a hand free, resting on the thigh of a combatant another man placed his erection upon her, Danielle quickly accepting his offer and jerking off his column of meat.

Paul looked on proud. He'd taken his cock from his lowered shorts and was casually stroking his length from his prime position. His eyes trailed down her back to feast on her ass. Without panties, the unitard wedged deep within her asscheeks, the strong fluorescent lighting in the toilet revealing the wetness that spread between her legs. He scanned the circle. His friends, a business partner, the mayors son. All transfixed by his wife. Married men whose vows forgotten for a few moments of joy. He couldn't blame them. Danielle was beautiful, a fantasy. Ordinarily unattainable for most. It was wrong for him to have her for himself, her wonders needed to be shared.