As I planned I drove past the biker bar and it was packed. Sure enough, her car was parked outside. I drove home, changed and came back wearing dark g...asses and a hoodie as a disguise. I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, Butch. She was the most feminine and best looking woman in the place. Most of the other women in the bar had a “rough” almost masculine appearance. Still Debbie. “I will teach that boy, and this time he will never forget the lesson.”Elaine was scared now that her husband was going to kill her son.She had never seen such a look on his face which he now had.Martin was halfway up the stairs when.She called out to him.“Ok please stop, I will do it, just leave the poor lad alone.”Martin now came back down the stairs, he walked right past her without saying a word and right into the kitchen.Where he got himself another beer, he then sat down on the sofa and. She looked down, her naked breasts heaving in lust."Now please," she begged, pushing her naked tits in front of him.She remembered this dream she had the night before, a student pushing his cock between her naked breasts, forcing her to squeeze them around his throbbing member as his hips pumped in back and forth. She could almost feel the hot cum shooting on her face. She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, her breasts clenched in Brian's hands, not like a lover, but one in lust, fingers. I don’t…think I do.’ She kept her eyes lowered and, for the first time since he’d peaked his head into the room, showed signs of concern regarding her state of undress. Adrian glanced around, but didn’t see any clothing anywhere. ‘Okay, well…if you need anything else…’ ‘I’m sorry I bothered you,’ she said. ‘You must be busy.’ He couldn’t help laughing. ‘Not here. Not ever.’ ‘Oh. Okay.’ She looked up suddenly. ‘I hope he forgets about me.’ Her eyes were pleading. She wanted reassurance. ‘He.