Nobody Rides For Free
Chapter 1 (of 2)
Austin's story.


The vibrations of my 'ride' were perfect for my mood.  I have been riding my custom built chopper for about ten minutes. This ride wasn't for pleasure however...matter of fact, this ride was keeping my away from home and my very beautiful and loving wife by choice. Having built this bike all by myself, even down to machining some of the detailed dresser parts, I was understandably proud of it.

I had opted for a 280-rear tire; a 124 S&S engine and a nice five-speed belt drive transmission.  I had power to spare, and the rumble of my ride as it cruised down our street would bring kids to the edges of their yards trying to catch a glimpse of us.  I say us because I considered my 'ride' to be a person in it's own right.  When I rode, it was 'us', me and my ride.

Married, and quite happy, I had decided to get back into riding again.  Instead of buying a Harley off the showroom floor though...this time I opted for building my own from the ground up.  I had friends that rode, and they helped me when I needed some special assistance.  It had turned out to be a magnificent ride.  One worthy of cover page magazine with an inner spread.  

I am riding now mostly to calm my nerves.  I have something in my life that has me upset. I have more or less asked a friend to do something for me and now that has upset me way beyond anything I can imagine and everything I hold near and dear is in jeopardy.  

I knew that some of my friends rode on the 'edge' of life.  Always one-step away from the law or jail.  They lived free and mostly acted as such.  Still, they were good people...especially to have as friends. This particular friend had save my life, and probably my wife's too.  I had paid him back by doing this...to myself.  I only hoped we would survive this all.

Several buddies had spent hours working with me on my ride and in doing so had gotten to know my wife.  Since most of the work was done in my home garage after my regular job, we had all started hanging out there.  The overhead door was usually open and there were almost always several other rides sitting in my driveway.  I knew that my neighbors didn't fully approve, but then, they didn't ride like we did either.

Riley, my wife, is about 5' 8" in height, and very well put together.  I met her in college, and was her first lover.  When we first went to bed I broke her hymen...taking her virginity.  It was a momentous occasion since she had been raised to be a 'good girl' and hadn't messed around much before that point.  Heavy petting was about all she had done.

Our first years together as a married couple had gone smoothly, and now, after nine years together as husband and wife, we had been talking about having kids.  Riley worked for an engineering firm that did mostly public projects.  Since she had a civil engineering degree her department worked mostly on highways and interstate projects.  She was happy in her job.

I work for an aircraft parts manufacturer, as a design engineer.  I worked my way through college as a machinist in a small shop, and knew all the ins and outs of machine tools.  Now, instead of running the CNC lathes or mills, I run the department, overseeing about twenty people.  It is interesting work.

At home in my garage/shop I have a small lathe and a little milling machine.  They came in handy while I was building my chopper.  Riley had been pretty patient with me and my need to build this bike.  She had even managed to find a great artist to paint it as it all came together.  She would help me time to time, usually if none of the other guys were around.

We were close.  In the early days of our relationship I still had my Harley and used to take her for rides.  I noticed that after those rides she would be especially hot to trot, and as soon as we got somewhere that she considered safe...well...I'd get some of the hottest sex we had. I had parted with that one, working things out to get into this one that I was near completing.

After a time most couples get that...well, bored with each other thing going on.  Riley and I had yet to have that happen to us.  Matter of fact Riley seemed to work extra hard to make sure we didn't slip into that zone.  Several times she had come up with different things to do in bed from reading magazine articles or even stories from online erotic story sites.

When some of the guys would come over to help me Riley would fetch us beers and chips or whatever.  She volunteered to do this and it was always appreciated.  When she'd wear cut-offs and tube tops or tank tops the guys would always have some flirty comments for her, as she is a very sexy woman.

I was comfortable with the flirty stuff since I knew that she was faithful to me as I was to her.  I'd even get a kick out of it at times when one of the guys would really get her going.  Once in a while she'd even get caught off guard and start blushing when some of the remarks got more...personal.  It was always in good fun, so I never gave it any thought.

When 'Dog' started coming over things slowly started to change just a bit.  He was a rather large guy, and he was also a real biker type.  Long hair, big beard, tattoos, and even an attitude that at times that made me nervous.  

His bike was a traditional Harley with his own style blended in to it.  Rough and tough, he was still a gentle giant kind of man if he knew you.  I had learned that he could be a hell of a good friend, as well as a damn bad enemy.  He was always loyal to his friends, but as it seems to be with some people, he had a whole different idea of what loyalty really was.

Riley was comfortable around all the guys, even Dog.  Once in an while one of the guys would take her to the local convenience store for beer or chips and always, she'd come back hot to trot.  The vibes of the bikes as they rode would work her into a zone where at times; it was hard for her to wait until we were alone to jump my bones.  It was always interesting after she had been on a ride.

Dog had a saying, one that we all laughed at and I never figured that any of us took seriously.  He used to say...

"Gas Grass or ass, nobody rides for free."

As usual, if he was making the run with Riley to the store for beer, the beer would suffice for one of the three.  

As time went on and my ride was about finished, Dog was spending more and more time helping me to detail the bike.  His talents were in the finite and minute things that bring a bike from 'okay' to 'top of the show'.  He had experience since he worked for a bike shop.

His help and advice had helped me to bring my bike to a state of the art and top quality ride.  Once I was done with it I planned on putting it in a local bike show.  Just to see how it fared.  Dog was certain that it would be in the top five...if not the top ride period.  Deep inside I was pretty certain that he was right about that.


One day when Riley was about to make a run to the store, he volunteered to take her. 

"Honey, we need some more beer, maybe some chips too."

"Do you want me to make the run?"

"No, I can go. How much beer should I get?  You still planning on having the birthday party for the bike this weekend?"

"Yeah.  Maybe a couple of six packs for now...we can make a real run with the pickup for the party stuff later."

"Okay."

Dog was standing there looking at Riley.  She was wearing some cut-offs that had been cut rather short.  One could see the cheeks of her ass as she walked.  I loved to see her in them, as did all the guys.  Just to see her walking in them was enough to make everybody hard as a rock...one time when she bent over there were actually moans around the garage at the sight that unfolded.

As she bent over, the cut-offs rode up her ass until only a very small piece of material was showing between her legs.  I know from where I was standing, I could see the start of her pussy lips, and her little asshole was barely concealed.  As she stood up again, one of her breasts had popped out of her top and everyone got a nipple shot.

I knew that Dog was interested in Riley in more ways than just as a friend.  I also knew that he would, if he could, try to get into Riley's pants.  In that same way, I knew or was reasonably certain that Riley would never allow that to happen.

"Hey, I can run you over if you want.  Of course...you know the logo babe.  Gas Grass or Ass...nobody..."

"Rides for free, I know Dog.  Lets see...beer has worked for the grass part in the past...so how's about I buy you a tank of gas today?"

"Gas it is then babe.  You'll let me know when you'll give up some of that delicious ass someday too...right?"

"Hey Dog...you know that the only guy that will get the ass part of that deal is Austin.  Hubby's always win in that regard."

"Yeah...well you can't blame me for trying to tap your beautiful ass.  I swear you are the most beautiful bitch in the whole state."

I waited for Riley to jump on his having called her or referred to her as a 'bitch'.  I was mildly surprised when she just smiled and kissed me on the cheek as she walked over to stand by Dog's ride.

"The whole state huh?  I'm not sure about that Dog...but thanks anyway."

As they roared off to get the beer I had a premonition that nagged at the back of my mind.  Shrugging it off I decided that if I couldn't trust Riley to be with Dog or anyone else for that matter, what did I have?  I certainly couldn't go around watching her all the time at work and off elsewhere.  I had to trust her.

I knew that she was above average in looks.  I also knew that almost any of my friends would be hard put to not fuck her if they had the chance.  Still, I knew as well that Riley wouldn't to that...well, I was fairly certain of that anyway.  As far as I knew I had been enough to keep her satisfied and she never had complained or even hinted that our sex wasn't anything but great.

Still that little warning bell had caught in my mind and was faintly ringing.

It took them a bit longer to get back than usual.  I noticed it was only about fifteen minutes more, so I figured that Dog had given her a scenic tour.  A couple of times here or there all of the guys had taken the long route so that Riley could enjoy the ride.  Each of those times she had been wilder than ever in the sack later on.

She breezed up to me and kissed me using a lot of tongue.  I could tell that she was real hot to trot and as a matter of fact, so was I.  I think I was wanting to make sure my 'territory' was claimed and marked.  Anyway, Dog seemed to find a need to be somewhere right after they got back.

"Hey you two...I have to head out.  Got some things to take care of.  I'll stop back by tomorrow afternoon and give you a hand with the oil tank mounting Oz."

Most of the guys had taken to calling me Oz, a shortened and much loosely version of 'Austin'.  I guess it was easier to spit out than my full name at times.  More...comfortable too.  I kind of liked the nickname anyway.

"Cool Dog.  I'll be looking forward to that.  I don't think I'm going to get much more done tonight anyway."

Riley hit me on the shoulder as I winked at Dog.  He looked at us and laughed.

"If you don't fuck it all up, you're about to get laid pretty well buddy.  Catch ya tomorrow."

As he roared off, Riley was rubbing up against me.  She was hot.  Real hot.

"Come on Oz...I need you.  Bad."

"Can I finish my beer first?"

I was teasing her, laughing as I said it.

"No...Later.  Right now I have something I want you to suck on other than that damned beer."

She was serious. 

Taking me by the hand she almost ran us into the house.  In the living room, she stopped and turning, started to strip off my clothes.  I was surprised since we had rarely done anything in the living room.  

As she dropped my pants, she went to her knees, taking me in her mouth.  She had learned to give great head, and I knew I was in for a treat since she had jumped right to that immediately.  Usually this was part of our foreplay, but only after I had worked her up with some pussy licking.

I found myself being pushed back onto the couch, and as soon as I was seated, she really got on sucking me off.  She didn't slow down as I started to cum, and even though I warned her, she just kept on sucking me.  I shot off into her mouth, and her eyes went to mine as I came.  I wasn't ready and I will admit I came rather quickly.  Far faster than normal that was for sure.

Riley kept sucking and licking me, until I was hard again...then she slipped up and onto my lap.  Her cut-offs had disappeared and she slid down my shaft taking me into her very over heated and wet pussy.  Even though she was real tight, she took all of my shaft in one shove.  Holding me tightly, she began to rock back and forth, hard...and fast.

I bent down and licked her nipples, having pushed her tube top up over her breasts.  Hard nipples stared at me, begging me to suck and bite...so I did what came naturally.  Moaning and mewling she worked herself into an orgasm almost as fast as she had worked me into one.  The one exception was she worked herself into one, then another, then still another. 

I was hard as a rock and knew that I wouldn't cum any time soon.  Riley worked on her orgasms for quite some time, and pretty soon I started to cum too.  I figured that she had had around seven or eight orgasms to my two.  She had at times been multi-orgasmic, but this time was a lot more than all the other times had been.  She had really been worked up today.  In the back of my mind I had to wonder what had caused this extra excitement for her?

Afterwards, as we laid on the couch, I worked up the nerve to ask her about her sudden up-kick in the sex.

"Wow.  That was great.  So...to what do I owe the pleasure for this great time anyway?"

Riley blushed deep red.  This had my interest too.   In the past us talking about our sex had never caused her to blush.

"Oh...It could have been just the ride that Dog gave me...but...well..."

"Well?  Well what?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Okay.  I won't get mad."

"Are you sure?  I mean it Oz...you can't get mad at me.  Promise me."

"I promise.  What's gotten into you Riley?"

"Well, when we got to the store, Dog came in with me.  There were several people in there and one of them, some creepy guy, made a gesture like he wanted to grab my ass.  Just as I was about to make a comment, Dog reached out and grabbed my ass, then without a pause, he looked at that guy and told him I was his bitch...and he'd better keep his eyes and hands off me."

"What?  Dog grabbed your ass and told them that you were his bitch? What the fuck? You let him get away with that?"

"You promised...you wouldn't get mad."

"Yeah, that was before I knew that Dog had claimed you too."

"It wasn't like that.  He was making a statement to that creep.  It worked, the creep left as quick as he could.  Dog apologized for grabbing my ass and saying that I was his bitch.  He just figured that it would move the attention away from me and onto him."

"So...you're okay with that then?"

"With what?"

"Dog...claiming you and grabbing your ass."

"I TOLD YOU...he did it to keep the creeps attention on him, away from me. It worked too.  I'll bet that even if I run across that creep alone someday he'll stay way the fuck away from me."

"Why did that get you so worked up then?"

"I don't know.  Maybe the danger.  Maybe that Dog acted like I was his property instead of a buddy's wife...I'm not sure.  It was all so sudden too.  All I know is that once we started home and that bike started working on my clit, it worked me up to a frenzy.  I think that's why Dog left so fast too.  He knew.  I left a wet spot on his seat.  A very big wet spot."

"What about his calling you his bitch?  I have never been able to call you that.  My bitch."

"That's because you wouldn't.  You love me and your type of man doesn't have to call their woman crude names.  Dog...well I think its second nature for him to refer to any woman as a bitch."

"As 'a' bitch or as 'his' bitch?  Is that it?  Do you have some kind of fantasy about Dog now?  Who were you fucking just now? Dog?  Or me?"

"AUSTIN...damn you.  I was fucking YOU for your information.  Dog got me worked up...yes.  But he got me worked up for YOU."

I let her think that I bought that explanation.  I really wasn't sure now though.  I knew that I had better get my ride up and running quick so that she'd have me to rely on for the good vibrations going to the store.

I was troubled by Riley's revelations about her ride with Dog.  In my heart I knew that she'd never intentionally cheat on me...on us...but I also knew that as worked up as she got when on a ride she could slip one day.  I tossed and turned, wanting to sleep but having nightmares about demons on motorcycles taking Riley away from me.  Funny thing about that was that none of the demons looked at all like Dog.

The next day I headed out to work.  Riley had the day off, and was getting things ready for our party on the weekend.  She was working in the backyard, so when I left I went out that way and kissed her goodbye.

"See ya later...gater."

"After a while...You'll be home on time today right?  I'll need to run to the store and get some things later and I'd like your help."

"Yeah.  I should be home right on time.  You could call up one of the guys and see if they could pick up some things for you too though.  I think Charlie and Dog aren't up to much today.  Up to you."

"I'll need the pickup for this stuff.  Although I may call Charlie and see if he could run me out to the orchard for some veggies."

The orchard was a place on the outskirts of town.  They were a truck farm that had fresh organic produce at a fair price.  Riley and I had found the place one-day on a drive and ever since most of our vegetables were bought there.  It was about twelve miles from our house, but we still liked the idea of knowing where our food or at least most of our food was coming from.

"That'll be cool Charlie has those monster saddlebags on his ride so you'll be able to carry everything pretty well."

Kissing her goodbye I headed out.  Once on the road I drove straight for work.  Arriving, I found everyone standing outside and it seemed like they were waiting for something.

"What's up guys?"

"Power's out.  Guess a truck hit a power pole over on Sixth Street and took down this whole section of town.  They told us that we won't have power back until late this afternoon. If then."

"Damn.  Well...I guess you all can head on home.  I'll put in your time for the day.  Hopefully tomorrow things will be smoother."

They all left and I went in.  After a bit, my boss stopped in and talked to me.  I told him that I had sent everyone home due to the power outage, and I also told him I had taken care of the time cards.

"I can remember the days when a power outage was a day off...without pay.  Unions.  Oh well.  They do get the job done and in the long run a lot cheaper than the alternative."

My boss...always a bit against unions...until he realized just how close he had come to losing his operation one time.  Then, the union had managed to make the difference between him getting the contract that put him on the map and not.  The outfit he had sub-contracted for was union and they had to cut a contractor.  It ended up being the other outfit since they were non-union.  It worked out for the best and ever since his ideas about unions had undergone a metamorphosis.  A necessary evil he used to joke around about.  Not any more.

He sent me home with blessings, and so I headed out after only spending about an hour at work.  No power pretty much prevented me from finishing up some of the work I had to do.  As I drove home I thought about Riley and how nicely surprised she'd be when I got home.  That was an understatement.  

Partially anyway.

On the way home it started to rain.  As the air cooled down from the rain I hoped that Riley's work for the party hadn't been ruined.  Once home the rain let up and the sun came back out.  I pulled into the garage and closed the overhead door, as it was still quite cool.  I walked into the house, calling out.  Nobody was home.

Looking in the backyard I saw the Riley had everything covered up.  Evidently Charlie had come by early and picked her up to make the veggie run.  I decided to go work on my ride until they got home.  The way it looked, by the time Charlie got home with Riley on his 'love machine' she'd be ready for a roll in the hay.

Charlie's bike was one that caused some consternation among the rest of the bikers he hung out with.  Just in front of the seat where the gas tank came down and met with the seat, he had fabricated a large knob.  The knob was covered with some Naugahyde, but it wasn't padded too much.

All of us, to a man, figured that ol' Charlie was nuts.  If he ever had to stop fast or took just the right kind of spill...well...that knob could make someone less than a man.  The way it stuck up it was about level with the top of the seat and once a man was sitting there...well...the family jewels would be exposed to a rather large, hard knob that had no give in it at all.

There had also been quite the speculation on why that knob was there too.  Charlie never did tell anyone why he had built it into his design, and we were all at a loss as to why he'd want that lump there.  It just didn't fit in with the whole look the bike had at all.  Of course, over time I had learned that every biker has a couple of things they like that others can't quite see the why of.

I tinkered on the ride for a bit then I heard the phone ringing in the house.  I picked it up from the garage extension, and for the umpteenth time kicked myself for not having gotten the ringer fixed on the phone in the garage.  It had been lucky I heard the phone at all.

"Hello?"

"Yeah...it's Dog.  What are you doing home man?"

"Oh...power outage at work.  I decided to work on my ride.  Riley and Charlie went to the orchard to pick up some veggies for the party this weekend."

"CHARLIE picked up Riley?  Oh man...that's bad...real bad."

"Why?  I don't understand."

"Do you know that Charlie has a thing for Riley man?  I've warned him off before.  She could be in serious trouble...especially if she's on his ride."

"Why is that?  I figured Charlie is pretty harmless."

"Not while he's on that ride.  Why do you think he calls it his 'love machine' anyway?"

"Never have known."

"You know that lump...in front of the seat?  The one that everyone can't figure out?"

"Yeah."

"Well, Charlie likes to have women ride up front sometimes, under the pretense of teaching them to drive his ride.  When they sit there, with him on behind, they're pressed them into that lump.  It's a straight shot from the engine to that lump."

"Yeah...so?"

"Jeeesus man.  Think.  You know how worked up Riley gets when she's on a ride?"

"Oh...OH SHIT."

"Yeah.  Exactly.  Charlie could be out to get into Riley's pants right now."

"He wouldn't do that would he?  I mean...she's my wife and all, and we are buddies."

"Nobody is Charlie's 'buddy' lessen they have something he wants.  I tried to tell you about him sometime back but you didn't want to hear it.  Of course, you already knew him then and I had just met up with you guys."

"Oh man.  Wait though...if Charlie comes back with Riley and she's behind him...it will be all right though right?"

"Yeah...more likely.  I wouldn't bet on it though.  Not at all.  I don't trust him...at all."

"Fuck...I'm going to try to find them then.  I'm sure they headed over to the orchard.  I'm headed that way."

"I'll stop by your place in a bit then, and hang out.  I have my cell phone if you need some help."

I jumped in my truck and slammed it out of the garage, tires spinning.  I'm sure my neighbors must have figured I had lost my mind.  I never drove that way...ever.  Driving down the street I turned and got on the interstate, thinking that Charlie would have gone that way and taken an exit.  It would put the vibrations about right to work up any woman.  Highway speed was about the perfect speed to start out with.

I drove over the speed limit as far as I dared.  Right now I didn't need to get a ticket.  I should have kept it under.  Either that or my neighbors had called in my reckless driving and given the cops a heads up.  I was cruising along when the lights went on behind me.  BUSTED.

I pulled over at a nearby rest area, and the patrolman came up behind me in his car.  He got out and slowly walked towards the truck, ticket book out and a wary look about him too.  I put both hands on the steering wheel, cussing myself for losing my mind driving.  I knew better.  

As the cop was writing up my ticket I heard the distinctive sound of a Harley going by on the other oncoming lanes of the interstate.  Looking across the median I saw Riley and Charlie.  The very first thing I saw was the Riley was in front, hands on the handlebars.  Charlie was behind her, his hands on her hips.  His smile was not something I wanted to see right at that moment.  It almost looked like they were actually fucking as they rode by.

I could see that Riley had on my favorite cut-offs too. I was in a real hurry now.  That's when the cop decided to slow down and take his time.  Evidently he had nothing better to do and sensed that I was in a hurry.  I was fuming by the time he finished up all the paperwork and cut me loose.  

Twenty minutes after I had seen Charlie and Riley go by.  I got going and managed to catch an exit within a mile, getting turned around.  Now I was cruising in hopes to catch up with Charlie and Riley before that something bad happened that Dog had warned me about.

Wanting to get there now, and also not wanting another ticket, I was torn.  I finally decided that I'd better take the time rather than the ticket, and kept in under the speed limit...not much...but close.  I drove with an eye out for them and never saw them.  Arriving at home I heard Charlie's bike.  He had pulled it into my garage and closed the door.  I had left the door open in my hurry to find them, leaving him the perfect opportunity.

The bike was revving up again and again. From an idle to a nice throbbing mid range speed, over and over.  I knew that he had Riley worked up for certain.  I got out of the truck and ran to the side door. Once I tried to open it, I realized that I had locked the damn thing that morning.  I fumbled with my keys, hearing that motor racing and idling.  

Slamming the door open I saw what I never thought I'd see in a million years.  Charlie was slamming in and out of Riley as she was bent over his gas tank.  Straddling his bike, probably never having gotten off the damn thing, he had managed to get his cock out and up into Riley from behind, in a semi-modified doggie style position.

Riley's eyes were streaming tears, and then I saw that Charlie had a grip on both of her hands, holding them on the handlebars with one of his hands.  His other hand was twisting on her breasts through her top, almost viscously. It was obvious that Riley was not a willing partner in this. 

He was humping away; not even aware I was there.  I ran at them, and as I came up to where they were, my fist slammed into Charlie's head, hard.  It knocked them to one side and the bike slowly fell over taking them with it.  Riley managed to keep her leg out from under it as if fell over, and the motion had caused Charlie's cock to pull out of her pussy.

Reaching over the bike I grabbed Charlie and yanked him out from under it, and began to beat the holy living shit out of him.  I was as angry as I'd ever been.  Riley had gotten up from the bike and was running off towards the house. I noticed that the crotch of her cut-offs was hanging down between her legs.  Evidently Charlie had either torn them away or cut them away from the back. 

 I didn't know what she was doing, but at that moment I found I suddenly had my hands full. In my searching out where Riley was, Charlie had managed to get up and start to fight back. His strength and agility were more than I had bargained for.

Charlie wasn't as easy to put a beating on as I would have liked.  Pretty soon it became apparent that his extra height and weight were going to win out over mine.  I was now the one in trouble.  Charlie was smiling as he began to gain the upper hand.  His fists were putting a hurt on me and I was tiring too fast.  

I found myself on the floor of the garage, ears ringing, and a darkness clouding my vision.  He was banging my head again and again into the concrete floor. Darkness was the last thing I remembered.  I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I came to it was quiet.  Too quiet.  Trying to get up I realized that I had been hog-tied and left laying.  I started working on the knots, trying to loosen them...after a bit I realized that he had tied them far too tight.

Looking around my eyes found just what I needed.  Just how to get it was going to be the question.  Standing up was out of the question...and that box-knife on the workbench was out of reach.  I rolled myself over several times to get right up next to the workbench.  Looking around some more, my head throbbing, and my eyes fuzzy...I finally saw a short stick.  

Getting my back to it was difficult, but I finally managed to grab it, and then I began trying to poke between the boards of my bench top in an effort to dislodge the knife and have it fall down near me.  I worked at it for twenty minutes, almost crying in my desperate need to get loose and save my wife from that asshole. I was also having trouble with one of my hands.  It hurt like hell every time I tried to move it.

Just as I got it to fall, I heard another bike pulling up.  It was Dog.

"Man...what the hell?"

"Riley ran inside...Charlie's after her.  Never mind me...go save Riley.  She needs your help."

Dog ran off with an oath.  I managed to grab the knife and slowly began to saw at the rope binding me.  Once they loosened I knew that I was only a few seconds away from freedom.  Head throbbing and my eyes still unable to focus too well, I finally stumbled into my house.  I could hear someone crying loudly and a scuffle going on somewhere upstairs. 

Still unable to maneuver too well, I groped my way up the stairs and down the hall.  The sounds were coming from the guest bedroom  I pulled myself up to the door, hanging loose, the top hinge pulled out of the door jam, and the bottom hinge barely holding it upright.  I saw Riley on the floor, crying hysterically, her top torn, and breasts hanging free.  Her cut-offs were still on, but I could see that the crotch was now torn away completely.  She had bruises on her cheeks, and arms.

I stumbled over to her, and tried to gather her into my arms.  Instead, she hugged me tightly.  Her hot tears were dripping on my face. I collapsed, unable to keep going any more.  I was vaguely aware that there was one hell of a fight going on just on the other side of the bed as I passed out again.


When I came to I was in a clean white room.  There was a tube in my arm, and I was in a bed.  I could feel tight bandages around my chest, and something wrapped around my head. I had one hell of a headache, and my face hurt too. 

I couldn't feel my lips or nose, as they were numb.  My right hand was bandaged up into a huge ball.  Evidently I had been hurt.  My memory was fuzzy like, and I was having a hard time remembering who I was or why I was here.  I didn't even know what had happened to me.

"He's awake."

Some woman in a nurse's uniform was standing by the foot of the bed looking over at someone out of my range of vision.  Suddenly a pretty blonde was next to me, crying her eyes out.  I looked at her trying to figure out who she was, and for the life of me couldn't remember.  It seemed that I should know her though.

"Oh Oz...oh baby.  We've been worried about you."

"What happened?"

"You can't remember?"

"Nothing."

"I went to The Orchard with Charlie and he raped me once we got back home.  You busted in and started fighting him off of me, I ran, the next thing I knew Charlie was in our bedroom having his way with me.  Then Dog came in through the door, and started to beat Charlie.  You came in all beat up and hurt, and collapsed on the floor beside me."

"Who's Charlie?  For that matter, who are you?"

"Austin?  What's wrong?  It's me, your wife, Riley."

"You're my wife?  Who's this Dog...person?  Animal?"

"Oh my God...You really don't know me?"

She collapsed onto a chair next to the bed; her tears were pouring down her cheeks.  I felt bad for having hurt her feelings, but I really didn't know who she was.  I mean, she seemed familiar somehow, but I just couldn't place her.

Some guy dressed in a white uniform came in.  His stethoscope was draped around his neck and his nametag said he was 'Doctor' so and so. He began to poke and prod at me, asking me questions and listening to my heart.  He even put the stethoscope on the back of my neck in a couple of places too.
Finally he took a stool that a nurse had brought up beside the bed.

"Well...Mr. Davis...you've had quite a week."

"Week?"

"You've been in here a week.  Can you remember anything at all?"

"Uh...not really.  Flashes of weird things...but nothing I can picture clearly."

"Well, you were brought in here unconscious.  You had been beaten rather badly.  I will say that the man accused of having caused your condition was almost dead though.  Anyway, you've been out for about a week.  At first we put you into a coma intentionally to protect you while the swelling in your brain went down.  You've had a tube place in your cranium to drain excess fluids as well.  Lets see...six broken ribs, a broken hand, broken nose, cracked jaw, cracked skull, cuts, abrasions, and probably one hell of a headache."

"You're right about that."

"You also seem to have suffered some type of amnesia.  This isn't uncommon, although I will say that I'm surprised you didn't recognize this beautiful woman as your wife, Riley."

The name Riley struck a chord deep within me, but I still couldn't remember anything more than I hurt...all over.

"You said I had been beaten?  Was I in a fight like in a bar?"

"No.  From what the report said, it was in your house.  The other man had attacked your wife and you came in on it.  Evidently you tried to fight him off, succeeding for while, then he got the upper hand and...well here you are."

Suddenly I had a flash of a memory.  It was gone before I could even see what it had been.  I thought it had seemed like a motorcycle or something like that.  I closed my eyes and went to sleep.  Later I woke up finding that pretty blonde's head on my leg.  She was sleeping, so I didn't move or try to move.  I just looked at her, wondering who she was.

As I laid there a nurse came in and started to wake up the blonde.  I spoke softly...hoping that I didn't wake her.

"She's all right.  Let her sleep.  She looks tired."

"She should be.  Poor thing.  First beaten and raped, then her husband lays near death for a couple of days, and now you've got this amnesia going on.  I'm surprised that she was able to even function today at all.  She hasn't slept more than ten minutes since you've been in here.  Hasn't left you at all other than to go to the bathroom.  Once some guy came by and took her home so she could change and shower up."

"This...she's my wife?"

"Yes.  Riley.  Riley Davis.  Mrs. Riley Davis.  Does that ring any bells for you?"

I thought about it.  The name seemed...I don't know...'right' somehow.  I just couldn't think of why.

"No...sorry."

"Don't be sorry.  It will come back to you.  Most times it does.  It just takes a while.  Some people take more time than others.  Depends on the damage and other things too I suppose.  I'm sure you'll get your memory back soon."

I laid there, alone with my 'wife' after the nurse finished up her checks.  I just looked at her as she slept peacefully on my leg.  I wanted to reach out and brush the hair out of her eyes, but she was on the side that my broken hand was on, and there was no way I could have done that.

She seemed vaguely familiar, but try as I might I couldn't figure out who she was or what she meant to me.  I could tell I had some strong feelings for her though.  It was weird.  I couldn't even remember my own name, let alone my wife's.  She seemed...right...but as it was, I didn't know what kind of 'right' that feeling was yet.  

Wife? Friend?  Confidante?  Had we been in love?  Had we been happy?  Were we good together?  How long had we been together?  I had so many questions, and for the moment, no answers.  None at all.  As I was thinking about all these things, she woke up.  Her eyes were on mine suddenly, and I realized she was smiling; yet that smile had a very scared look to it.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry.  I fell asleep.  I hope your leg isn't dead now."

"No.  It's all right.  I told them to let you sleep."

"Oh Austin.  Are you okay?  Do you remember anything yet?"

"Uh...not, not really.  Flashes of stuff.  I seem to remember a motorcycle.  It's in a garage somewhere.  Red paint with some kind of design on it.  It appeared to be a chopper of some type."

"That's your ride.  Your bike.  I helped you with it.  Lots of..."

She had a terrible look come across her face and suddenly she was crying.  I put out my bandaged hand, even though the move hurt me, and tried to touch her, to let her know it was all right.  It had been an instinctive reaction on my part.  Her hurt, her pain, for some reason, hurt me.  Deeply.  

"I'm...s-sorry.  It's just that...he...he helped you.  Us.  Then he..."

More tears, and I was about to cry myself.  I wanted to really hurt who ever had hurt her.  I could see that she was having a hard time with something.  All I wanted to do was to take her in my arms and hold her.  I felt bad for her, and even though I still didn't remember who she was to me, for some reason, to see her like that tore me up inside.

They had told me she was my wife.  I supposed that was why I had these feelings inside of me then.  Still...why couldn't I remember her?  I moved a bit, discovering in the process that I was hurt in a lot more places than I knew.  Suddenly an alarm was going off and people came running in.  I had pulled something out of position and caused an immediate reaction with the hospital staff.

"I'm okay Austin...I am. You lie still.  You'll hurt yourself."

A nurse came up to me with a soft smile.

"Hey...you need to lie still Mr. Davis.  You unplugged yourself.  That's bad.  If you keep doing that we may just have to tie you up.  Not really...but you do need to lie still and not jerk these things out."

When she said 'tie me up' I had an agonizing flash of memory.  I seemed to remember cold concrete floor...and a knife of some type...a large hairy man running past me...it was all so fuzzy though I just couldn't put names or places to any of it.  

I was hoping that I would get my memory back soon since this was driving me crazy at the moment.
I hated not knowing who I was or who the people who were important in my life were.  I hated not knowing why I had ended up here.  The doctor's explanation only had caused me to wonder what I had been doing to get in that fight...who the man was that I had been fighting, and what had all happened.  

The big hairy man in my flash of memory was in the back of my mind now.  Friend? Foe?  Who was that man?  What connection did he have with any of this?  Questions...I had lots of questions, and no damned answers.

Later that day I discovered that I was right handed, and my hand that wasn't wrapped up in a huge ball of white, looked as if I had some kind of desk job...or a job that I didn't use my hands all that much.  They looked soft...for the most part.  No calluses. No dirt under the fingernails to speak of either.  


Riley, the pretty blonde who I had been told was my wife, stayed by me all day.  She was working hard to try to jog my memory, and she also made sure I didn't want for anything.  Finally, wanting to get some of the questions in the back of my mind taken care of I started to gently ask her about us.

"So...we are married then."

"Yes.  Almost nine years.  We met in college...you were my...first."

"Your first?"

She blushed red.  Actually I thought it made her look sweet and innocent.

"Yes.  I was a virgin until that night...you...well, you know..."

"I wish I could just remember.  I'm sorry.  I know I must seem stupid or something...I just can't remember."

"No...no...they told me that this may be an issue.  I didn't think about it since it always seems to happen to other people, not me.  Now...I guess we're the other people.  I can't imagine what you are feeling like, not knowing who I am or anything."

Her hand had started to caress my head gently as she spoke softly.  Looking into those eyes, I knew that I was seeing someone in love.  Deep love.  I wondered what she was seeing in my eyes though.  Did I show that love?  Was I reflecting that love back to her at all?

"So...um...I'm not trying to be a smart ass or mean or anything...I just need to know some things."

"Okay.  I'm having a hard time Oz...Austin...Oz...that's your nickname..."

When she had said 'Oz' I had lurched suddenly.  Another flash memory.  Familiar, yet foreign.  It was another piece to a puzzle that was confusing me deeply.

"Oz.  Sounds...sounds...I don't know...right for some reason."

"Go ahead...with your questions I mean."

"Okay.  Uh...how were we?"

She looked confused.

"I mean...as a couple...how were we?  Are we in love?  Happy?  Together?"

"Oh...OH...YES.  Very much so.  At least I think we are.  I'm sure of it.  Everything that's happened...it's taken a toll though.  I mean...that whole day turned so violent and horrible."

"So...we were...I mean, are in love then.  What would change that?"

"Oh Austin...I...I...Charl...that man...he...took me...I'd never been with anyone other than you...and he just..."

She was crying hard and having a hard time talking. Between sobs I was hearing something that scared me.  She was afraid of me.  I could tell.  She was afraid of me for some reason.  What had happened?  What the hell had happened?

"It's all right.  Everything will be okay.  I'm sorry.  Lets talk about something else for a bit maybe.  I didn't mean to hurt you...I mean..."

"No...it's all right.  I shouldn't have gotten so emotional there.  It's just that...that...day...it's in my mind so hard...so harshly.  I can't forget it.  And you...you were hurt so badly, still you tried to come up and save me from that...animal."

A flash shot through me.  I remembered adrenaline coursing through my body...anger...pain...dizzy...falling...then it was gone.

Holding my free hand, with care since it was attached to all the wires and tubes coming out of me, she just cried silently for a bit.  I spoke softly to her, thinking of whatever I could that would calm her. I'm afraid I wasn't of much help.  Suddenly I said something to her that caused her to jerk up and smile through her tears.

"There...you call me that all the time."

"Call you what?"

"Sweetie pie.  You call me sweetie pie when I'm really upset.  It's your way of telling me that you love me."

"I said sweetie pie?"

I didn't consciously remember saying that to her...yet somehow now that I thought about it, it did sound right.  Okay then, one more thing I knew.  When she was upset, I called her sweetie pie.  Somehow that had come out of me unbidden.  Somehow my brain must be remembering things, yet I was unaware of what...or even when it would do that.  This was a pain in the ass.  I hated it.

"Oh Austin...this is so hard.  I keep wanting to tell you everything but they said I need to be careful of what I say to you.  They want you to gain your memory back, but they are a bit afraid of what happened...that day...they don't want you stressed."

"Look...I think I can take what ever you tell me...Riley.  It may be the only way I regain my memories, if I ever do."

"Don't say that.  You will remember everything.  You will.  You will get better and you will come home to me."

"Okay...you say that with enough conviction that I want to believe you.  It's just...all this...lack...it's all...difficult for me.  I can't explain why...it's like coming into a movie that's almost over...and trying to figure out what's gone on so far."

"Oh baby...I'm so sorry.  I should have never asked him to take me to The Orchard that day..."

'The Orchard'.  Suddenly I remembered a stand on the side of the highway, filled with fruit and vegetables.  Riley was there, holding a basket of tomatoes smiling at me.  Yes...I remembered that much...we had been happy that day...very happy.

"What did I say?"

"What?"

"I was talking about that day and him having taken me to The Orchard...you got a strange look on your face."

"I remembered something.  The Orchard...some kind of stand with fruit and vegetables...right?"

"YES."

"We went...we go there to get our vegetables.  We seem to like...tomatoes...at least we bought a large basket of them there.  You were so happy...I was happy."

"YES...YES...that's right.  I remember that day.  You had just gotten a raise, and started on your project.  I was getting the tomatoes for making some Swiss Steak for dinner...and you had..."

She blushed.  I was looking at her wondering why.


"You...had grabbed my ass and the nice man that owns the place saw you.  He smiled at us, and winked at you.  I was kind of mad at you...yet not.  Embarrassed more likely.  When I turned to yell at you, you kissed me on the lips and wouldn't let me go until I relaxed.  Then you released me, and smiled at me...talking about the tomatoes...just like nothing had happened."

Another flash...skin.  Lots of skin.  Soft, smooth, warm skin.  Wet...and...then I saw us.  We were in bed...somewhere...she was naked laying spread out before me, and I was laying between her legs, my head just above her pussy.  Well trimmed, inviting...and wet.  I was kissing her there, licking and just feeling her wetness and heat.

I moved up, kissing her body as I went, playing with her belly-button, then her nipples...hard and begging...then her throat...and finally her lips.  Laying on top of her as I was, she was able to put her legs around my back, and pretty soon I was deep inside her, fucking.  Making love...that was it...we were making love.  Different than fucking by far. Although I was certain we liked fucking too.

Now it was my turn to blush.  I was too.  Deep red.  Riley looked at me smiling.

"You remember something else from that day too?"

"Yeah...kinda.  I think anyway."

"We were in bed...maybe?"

I blushed even more.

Laughing she kissed my cheek. 

"Oh yeah...you remember that day...at least part of it."

"So...how was I?"

"You were...like you always have been...perfect.  Absolutely perfect.  You have always been perfect for me.  You know me so well, and how you do things...things that make me so hot...so in love with you...oh so in love with you."

"Then, we were happy.  We are happy?"

"Oh...yes.  Although after last week...I'm not sure how things will be...how I let myself get into that position that I did..."

"Shush...don't worry about that now.  I think that in the end, even though this whole thing has been pretty bad for us...I'll still love you the exact same...probably even more.  If I could just get my memory back...that would be a big help."

"Little steps...they said it may come back in little steps, a bit here...a bit there...."

"Little steps...yeah...flashes of things...That's what's been happening to me anyway...flashes of things."

"Oh baby, I want you back too.  I really need you...I do.  I don't know what I'd do without you...I really don't."

"Not to worry...I'm still here...don't think I'm headed off anywhere either."

The next few days were stressful since I had no real memory of who I was.  Staying in the hospital was a drag too, but they wanted me there in order to keep a close watch on my head.  Evidently the swelling went down enough after a week more in the hospital, and they cut me loose for the time being.

At home...well, I had been hoping that I'd see the house or something...anything... and that all my memories of me would come back to me.  That was not to be.  Seeing the door to our bedroom still hanging off it's hinges started something in the back of my mind...but whatever it was, it wasn't ready to come out of hiding yet.  

I was still not in shape enough to work on the door, or anything else for that matter, so I just hung out.  Riley had gone into work during the days...mornings only for a while, and I was happy that her employer was being so nice. 

I started to wander about the house while she was at work, and in looking at things, some of them I knew...instinctively...and others were just...stuff.  One morning, right after Riley had left, I wandered out to the garage.  I was still kind of weak, and my head would spin time to time if I moved too fast, so I was taking it easy. 

Out in the garage I found my project.  It was the bike that I had seen in my mind while in the hospital.  I looked at it, and suddenly parts...just little bits and pieces started to come back to me.  Not all, just a little thing here, a little thing there...different people, and different things I had witnessed.

When Riley got home, she found me in the garage, working on the bike.  I was unaware that I had even started to do so too.  She came in and was startled at finding me out there to begin with...then she saw that my hands were dirty and I had a wrench in my good hand.

"What on earth are you doing Oz?  You're not supposed to be doing that stuff.  You're supposed to be inside resting.  Damn it Austin...stop what you're doing and get back in the house...right now."

"I was just..."

"I SAID...BACK IN THE HOUSE.  RIGHT NOW BUSTER."

Seeing that she was serious, I dropped the wrench and turned to go inside.  Suddenly, for some reason, I saw where something had scrapped the floor of the garage.  It all came back to me then.  Flooding me with all that had happened, just as if it had been a few minutes ago.

I stumbled, more from the shock of getting my memory back as I did than anything else.  I had been a bit irritated at Riley for yelling at me when I turned, and that scrape mark set it all off.  The bike laying there, her on her side, him...leg underneath...cock hanging out of his pants...me jumping on him, hitting him...

Everything hit me like a brick wall.  The next thing I knew, Riley was standing next to me, holding me upright.

"It's all right. I'll get the doctor and we'll get you back to the hospital."

She was worried.  I guess she thought that I was having some kind of problem from the damage to my body or something.  I stopped walking and turned to her.  Looking her in the eyes, for the first time knowing her...really knowing her...I let her know I remembered it all.  Everything.

"Riley...I remember...I...I remember it all.  Charlie...that bastard...tied me up...slamming my head on the floor several times, then I blacked out.  I came to, heard you screaming in the house...got worked around...Dog came in...I told him to go help you...I got loose...got upstairs...saw you there...top torn...I remember it all."

Tears sprang in her eyes, and she hugged me close.  We both stood there, crying.  It had been a lot for me to comprehend.  Afterward, I was tired.  My head was aching...and I just wanted to sleep.  I was afraid of sleeping though.  What if I forgot everything again?  I didn't want to go through this last week all over again.  Not now.

That night, for the first time since the fight, we slept together in our bed.  Riley had a hand or leg on me constantly...as if she were afraid I'd leave in the night.  I loved that touch because it kept me grounded in knowing that she was my wife...my love...the love of my life, and I remembered everything I knew about her.

In the morning, after almost three weeks of not knowing anything, she pieced in the parts I didn't know.  Dog had busted down the door while Charlie had been on top of her on the bed.  He had gotten back inside her, and was roughly taking her however he wanted.  Afraid for her life, Riley had become submissive to him, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Dog busting down the door had stopped all of that.  Dog had grabbed Charlie in one hand and yanked him off of Riley and into the wall.  They fought brutally and without any yielding.  Hard and vicious, the battle was still raging when I had stumbled into the room  Riley said that my head was all bloody and my hand was hanging funny as I got up to her. 

I had gone out just as I reached her.  Dog and Charlie fought for about ten more minutes, then the cops had arrived.  Riley had managed to get in a call to 911 just before I had got there.  I had been knocked out for twenty minutes or so before Dog got to the house, so Charlie had about a half-hour with her before being interrupted.  

After that, I had been taken into the hospital.  Riley had to stay behind and get the whole story straightened out since the cops had been about to haul Dog in with Charlie.  After that, Dog had followed Riley into the hospital on his bike.  

The ambulance crew that got me had been in a hurry, and left Riley there, calling another ambulance for her.  My condition had been critical at that point, and they didn't think I was going to make it for a bit.  Riley had gotten in about a half-hour behind me, and was treated.  The police had taken evidence and gotten her version of the events that took place.

Charlie had been beaten so badly by Dog he had spent two weeks in intensive care.  The police had kept him locked down with handcuffs and chains that whole time, much to the hospitals disgust...but when he had finally gotten aware of his surroundings, they changed their minds rather quickly.  He almost had to be tasered at one point, trying to break loose. 

At that moment, he was in the jail wing of the hospital, waiting to get better to be taken to real jail.  He had been charged with assault, battery, attempted murder, sexual assault, and a few other things.  Riley had given sworn statements to the cops, with a court reporter taking them in my room at the hospital because Riley refused to leave me for anytime at all.

Nobody had seen Dog since he had checked on Riley that day.  I slowly healed, and things started to get back to some semblance of normal around me.  I had another problem though.  One that was driving Riley crazy.  I had suddenly become impotent.  Well, that's not quite accurate...I would get hard as a rock, but when I'd try to get inside Riley, somewhere in there I 'd go soft.

I know it was hurting her...and I know that the trauma I'd gone through was somehow connected to it.  Try as I might though...I just couldn't keep it up for her.  We asked the doctor about using Viagra, and he about flipped. 

"Not only no...but hell no.  Your head injury is still healing.  After what you have gone through, I can't allow you to take that.  Until you're all healed up, there will be none of those types of drugs for you.  I know it must be difficult for you, but taking something like Viagra right now could cause a stroke or worse...so please don't get any black market viagra either.  I mean it...it could be dangerous for you right now.  Maybe after you heal up...I'll give you a check up and we'll see then...okay?"

"But...doc...what am I supposed to do until then?  I mean...we'd like to be...intimate...again...you know?"

"I'm sorry.  You can't take any drugs for impotence until you've healed up...maybe in a few months...we'll see."

I was devastated.  I couldn't take care of my wife...like a man should be able to...hell, I had failed to keep Charlie from getting to her that second time too.  I was falling into a hole that I couldn't climb out of. 

When I was released to go back to work, everyone there was happy to see me back.  I had a few light days before having to dig in and really get back to work, so I enjoyed them.  My boss had kept things on a pretty even keel, and my job was the same as before.  If anything, the boss was relieved I was back.  He had been having a rough time keeping up with what I did.

"I had no idea that you had so much to do.  Damn.  When did your job get so overloaded anyway?"

"I was managing okay with it as it was."

"Well, after having done your job for a while...I've come to realize that you deserve one hell of a lot more respect for doing what you do.  I'll be fixing that...I promise you that Austin."

"I'm just glad to be back boss."

"Yeah...me too.  I mean, I'm glad you're back too."

At home, still trying to keep myself hard and able to do something good for Riley had become a nightmare.  We were getting along real well everywhere else in our lives...just our sex life was in the pits.  I hated not being able to get it up and keep it up.  It had never been a problem before...yet now it was.  

Riley was hurting because of it too.  I think she felt that I was angry at her or something, but we just couldn't talk about it without getting all upset.  Me for not being able to perform, and her thinking that I was mad at her for having been with Charlie.  We were a mess in one part of our life together, and it was beginning to stress the other parts of our lives together too.

I hadn't worked on my bike at all, and once in a while I'd go out and look at it...but I didn't have any need or desire to get back into working on it.  I had talked to my buddies here and there, all but Dog.  Nobody had seen him for several weeks, and there was speculation that he had left town.

I had to see him.  I owed him.  Big time.  Huge, big time.  He had been the one to actually save Riley, and me too.  He had been the one capable enough to handle Charlie and get him away from Riley.  Where I had failed, he had stepped up and taken the job away from me.  He had refused to acknowledge that he had done anything special for her or me too.  Now, I didn't know where he was so I could thank him for saving us either.

That he had saved us was one thing...to have disappeared like he had was a whole different deal.  I wasn't sure why he had left...but I had an inkling that it had something to do with Riley.  Until I could thank him face to face, I would have this cloud hanging over my head.  I felt I needed to get it off my chest, one way or another.  I was in his debt.  Deeply so.

Things went on for quite some time.  Several months later, Riley and I were still having our problems in bed, only now they were starting to intrude in our day to day life as well.  The strain was showing up in places where we had never had issues before.

Fighting over what to eat...where to spend time together in the evenings, even little things like who showered first...or took out the trash.  It was growing into a huge problem.  One that I had doubts on us being married if it kept up.

Time and again we had laid side by side in bed, naked...kissing, making out...working towards the good part of sex...and time and again I had started hard, only to go soft the instant I started to enter her.  We had finally taken to separate beds, her in the guestroom, me in our bedroom.  We had decided to not put ourselves in a situation where we felt pressured...or rather I felt pressured to perform.

That hadn't worked out exactly as planned either.  It seemed that all that had done was cause us to grow more apart.  Now I was lost in how to get us back to where we once had been.  I was frustrated and angry.  At myself, at her, at life.  I really wanted to get back to where we had been before all this had happened, but it seemed that Charlie had stolen even that from us.  That was the worst part of all of this.  That bastard had stolen 'us' from us.

I knew that Riley had been getting more and more worked up, and with me unable to perform for her as a good husband should have been able to...and the doctor still refusing to let me use viagra, I was desperate to do something so I didn't lose her.  I loved her more than life itself, and I didn't know what to do to fix things.

"Can we talk Riley?"

"I'll always talk to you Oz."

It was a warm summer evening, and late as it was, the nights hadn't been too cold as of yet.  We were out in the yard, and I grabbed her hand, holding it so she knew I still loved her...or at least, wanted to touch her.

"Riley...I know that my...issues have been...difficult for you.  We've tried and tried, and the doctor won't allow me to use the little blue pill..."

"Austin...it's all right.  I love you.  We don't have to have sex.  That's not why I love you.  I love you for you."

"Yes...that's true...but sex was an important part of our married life before...and suddenly it was taken away from us.  I know it's my fault, and I know that it's killing you.  Not having an outlet..."

"I can garden...or maybe we can get a dog."

When she said 'dog' our talk went quiet.  I was reminded of Dog...what Riley was thinking I didn't know...but I would have bet that she was thinking of him too.

"Riley...I love you, but for whatever reason, I can't help you as a good husband should be able to.  Just my luck that the doctor won't allow me what little help there is out there for guys like me too."

"Don't.  Don't do this Austin.  I love you, no matter what.  In sickness and in health...remember?"

"It's driving us apart though. Can't you see?  We're now in separate bedrooms...we're not sleeping together...at all.  It's showing up elsewhere too.  The tensions...the anger...I'm afraid I'm going to lose you if this keeps up.  We need to do something...anything...to fix this.  I don't want to lose you Riley.  I love you so much...I...well...I..."

"What Austin?  You what?"

"I was thinking...you are so beautiful...I mean...truly you are...hot...sexy...you could have any guy you wanted..."

"I have the guy I want...YOU.  I don't want anyone else Austin.  Just you."

"But...I can't do...it...for you.  You need...it.  I think that you need to find someone you can...that can...help you...not for love...just for the sex."

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?  I won't go to a male prostitute.  Another man?  I can't do that.  I'm your wife.  I'M YOUR WIFE AUSTIN!"

"I know...but...it's not like you'd love them or anything.  Surely we could find someone who could...do it for you...and then you'd have some release...less pressure on me...I hate that I can't do it for you...but you need it.  You need it, and if you don't get it I'm afraid you'll end up leaving me.  We'll end up hating each other...it's already starting to go that way now.  PLEASE...Riley...at least think about it.  I...love...you...and I can't stand the thought of losing you all because I can't...perform."

She turned and walked away...tears flowing.  It had been hard for me to go this far...how hard would it be for me to allow her the freedom to be sexually satisfied...without me?  Could I even do that much?  Could I see her off into the arms of another man...could we survive that?  I didn't know, but I did know that if things kept up the way they had been going, we'd be divorced within a year.

I had hurt her badly now...but I still felt it was the only way out of our situation.  Somehow...at least until I could, if I could ever again, do it for her...she needed that relief.  Otherwise I feared our marriage was doomed.

That day was a turning point in our lives together.  Riley wouldn't talk to me at all for the rest of the day, avoiding me completely.  For my part, I was miserable, hating that I had even brought it up like I had.  I just didn't know what else to do.

I spent the day, for the first time since the fight working on my ride.  Frustrated as I was, it actually helped to calm me down and let me think through things.  I knew I was on to something with finding someone else for Riley to fuck.  Not make love with...just plain fuck.  That's what she needed, and that was exactly what I couldn't give her...at the moment anyway.

I was about done with my bike.  I noticed that someone had finished mounting my oil tank...and they had done a splendid job of it too.  Working into the night I finished it all up around midnight.  Going to bed, I stopped by the guest bedroom only to find it empty.  I didn't know where Riley had gone off to...and I was uneasy not knowing.

I showered, then went into our...now my...bedroom.  Crawling into bed I was about asleep when I heard something...or someone come into the room.  The bed moved down as someone's weight pressed it down, and the covers over my body began to slide off.

Opening my eyes I saw, in the faint light, Riley over the top of me.  Naked, her body almost glowed in the twilight.  Her breasts were highlighted in the moonlight, and I could see that her nipples were hard.  She bent down and started to suck me, licking and doing everything she knew how to do.

My erection was no surprise.  This had been done before.  I had no expectations of this going beyond where it had ended so many times before lately.  I still wanted to try.  One more time for her.  One more time...for me too.

Soon I was erect, and Riley wasted no time in climbing on and actually got me inside her tight and very wet pussy before I started to fade.  Crying out in frustration, she pulled off, and went down on me again, getting me hard once more.  Once more she climbed up on me and jammed me inside her pussy.

Once more...I went soft.  Laying on my chest she started crying.  Weeping actually, and it broke my heart.  I knew that she loved me with all her heart.  I knew that I was her man.  I knew that she would do anything for me.  I also knew that in this one thing...in this one thing I couldn't do anything to help her.  Except the unthinkable.

Holding her to me tightly, I caressed hair, kissing her tears away.  We fell asleep like that, and it was quite some time before she rolled off me to cuddle in close to me as she could.  In the morning we talked.  It was a gut wrenching and very heart to heart talk.  It was a talk that no married couple should ever have to go through, though I imagine that many have.

"Riley...It's not you.  It's me.  I can orally please you...you can orally please me...but when it comes down to doing it...to actually sticking my cock in you...I fail.  I don't know why, and I don't understand it.  I just know that for the time being at least...I can't help you that way.  Even though I'd give anything to do so."

"I know.  I know that you love me Austin...and I know that this is as frustrating for you as it is for me...maybe even more so...I need you...and I can't have you in that way.  It is killing me.  I have refused to admit it...I have tried to think of other things, hobbies, anything I can to not desire you that way, and it just doesn't work.  I don't know what to do.  You may be better off without..."

"NO...DON'T SAY THAT...I will never be better off without you.  You are everything to me Riley...everything.  Without you I'm nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  I need you and I love you...Oh GOD...DAMN...I wish...I just wish I could get better..."

"What do we do then Austin?  Maybe I can get some dildos...or something like them...maybe..."

"You need what I can't give you.  You need real hot and live cock.  It kills me to think it...I really have thought this out though Riley...we need to find you someone who can...fill in...for me...until I get better.  Someone we can trust to not blab it around...someone who won't try to steal you away from me...someone who..."

"STOP.  STOP IT.  I can't take it.  I hate that we're in this position to begin with...but you sitting there telling me that we need another person...just because you can't...can't..."

"Riley..."

I was talking softly now...she was crying hard, and upset.  I could see all kinds of emotions on her face as she sat there.

"Riley...I could be this way...forever.  What then?  We both want kids...we both want to enjoy each other...if this turns out to be permanent...what then?"

"Don't think that...never.  This is only temporary.  You will get better.  I know it."

"So...in the mean time...we need to find some kind of relief for you...actually, me too...since this is killing both of us at the moment.  Otherwise...I'm afraid we'll end up in divorce court all too soon.  I don't want that Riley...I want to be able to take care of you, and be with you...in all ways.  But to do that we have to work out how to get around this...bump in the road."

"I...don't know if I can...if I could be with another man like that Austin.  I just don't think that I can."

"If the circumstances were right...I'll bet you could.  You need something I can't give you...if you look at it as just filling a desire...of the body instead of the heart...a temporary thing only...maybe those thoughts and perhaps some alcohol...you might be able to...loosen up enough to...get...some...relief."

I couldn't believe we were sitting here talking about getting Riley another man to fill in for me in bed.  It was surreal.  Right out of some men's magazine column or something.  It was the hardest thing for me to talk about...ever.  I also knew that if we didn't...

"Can we just...let it go for now...and think about it Austin?  I need time to figure out...what it is I want...and what I'm willing to do.  This could be the end of us.  What if you think about me in another man's arms...and you decide that you hate me?  What then?"

"This is my idea Riley.  I'll admit that it scares me.  My thoughts have been what if you find someone else that fills in for me better than I have...ever?  What if you decide to leave me for them?  You see...this is a hard thing for both of us.  I also know that if we don't do something...soon...we won't make it very much longer."

"But what about you Austin?   How will this help you?  I can't be a part of something that cuts your heart out, maybe destroying your love for me...I just can't.  I love you too much to let that happen."

"Yeah...but if we don't do something that little part that I'm not able to fulfill will lead us to a divorce.  You need sex.  You always have been a sexual being.  I can't do that for you for now...and I'm hoping that this is temporary at the moment too.  I'm just afraid that if we don't get you some relief...well...you  know."

"There's always dildo's and oral sex."

"Baby...you've always been responsive to them...but it's also always taken me in you...there's something about me being inside you that does it for you.  Maybe not just me...more like a hot...live...cock.  You need that male...thing."

"Then...who?"

"That's just it...I don't know."

"I'm going to need time Austin.  This is a very serious and big step between us...I'm not so sure it's a good idea at all yet either. I am willing to try dildo's and other...means."

"Well...at the rate we've been going...you may not have much time left dear.  You have to agree with me there.  We've been on the edge of a separation for some time now. We also both know that it will have to be a real person inside you in order for you to get off too.  So far we have managed to stick together because of our love.  I can't let this go on anymore."

"I know.  It's just...Oh baby...I love you so much...so very much...I don't want to hurt you...I don't want to even take a chance on hurting you in any way.  Not now...especially not now."

We held each other for a long time.  Later we fell asleep, side by side, in spoon style.  She was behind me, cuddled in close, and I had an arm over her, out of position for me, but I felt it was necessary.  The next week was one that wore us down even more.  We continued to talk about 'the thing' and we continued to air our doubts and fears to each other.  It was more than we had done in the months previously.

We were back together in our bedroom too.  Riley never tired to get me interested anymore...and I was very sure to hug, caress, touch and kiss her as often as I could.  I tried to show her in a thousand different ways that I loved her, and how much I loved her...daily.  Still, it was hard. 

That weekend, Dog showed back up.  He looked a bit...well...haunted.  He pulled up on his ride and after shutting it down, he sat there, looking at us.  Riley and I were in the garage, washing my bike.  I had just gotten back from a nice ride, and while it had been fun, not having Riley on it with me had taken some of the fun out of it.  

Riley wouldn't ride with me due to the effect the ride would have on her.  She wanted to...I could see it in her eyes, but she didn't want to get worked up and me not being able to provide what she needed.  In order to keep us loving and together, she had decided to forgo rides until such a time as I could fill in on the end of the ride for her.

"Hey Dog...It's been a while  Where have you been anyway?"

"Around.  Had some business to attend to.  How you doing?  Looking better...almost like you used to look.  Missing something though..."

"Hey...I never got a chance to thank you man."

"No problem.  It was nothing.  You're my friend and I stick by my friends."

Riley came out from behind me with a shy smile.

"Hey Dog.  How you been?"

"Good Riley.  How about  yourself?"

"Okay.  We've missed you around."

He didn't say a word, just sat there, looking at us.  Well, mostly at Riley.  It hit me at that moment.  I had never seen it before...but at that moment I could see it plain as day.  He was in love with Riley.  Dog loved my wife.  He had stopped by more to see her than me.  Surprised, I didn't know what to say or how to even approach the subject. 

"How's the ride doing Oz?"

"Got 'er done.  Runs smooth as silk...and has lots of power."

"Looks hot too.  Ever enter it in that show?"

"Nah...missed that one...plan on catching the next one though."

Riley was staring at him as we talked, and suddenly I knew what she was thinking.  I was doubly worried now.  If Dog was the man she decided on having to fill 'that' need, how would I handle it?  Could I handle it?  Would Dog try to steal her away from me?  

It was obvious to me that he was in love with Riley...could I dare let them get together...like that?  I was scared now.  I could just end up losing all I loved in life.  Yet...the way things were going it was likely to happen sooner or later.

I decided then and there that I would talk to Riley about Dog that night.  Before anything happened between them.  There was an electricity between them that about lit up the world.  I had noticed it before, but not in the light of things as they were.  I had to be sure that we had an understanding between us before they...if they ever did...get together.

Dog hung around for a bit, even running to the store...by himself...for some beer.  Riley glanced at me when I suggested we needed some and then she disappeared into the house until Dog had left.  I knew it was because she didn't trust herself to ride along with him.  Their flirting had been hot and  heavy before, now it would more than likely lead them somewhere entirely different.

"He's in love with you...you know."

Startled, Riley stared at me unbelievingly.

"W-what?"

"He's in love with you.  If you wanted, you could run off with him and leave me high and dry...and he'd take you wherever you wanted to go.  Forever.  He's in love with you."

"I love you though.  You're my husband.  I couldn't run out on you Austin."

"If I can't get better, you will eventually.  A woman needs a man...in all ways.  Not just as a buddy or helper.  I can do all sorts of things for you but what I need to do as a husband...Dog on the other hand can probably do it all...and he's in love with you.  Matter of fact, I think you may have some feelings for him too."

"Don't say that.  I love  you Austin, and you are the only man I will ever love.  Dog is a friend, and he's...well, he is quite handsome...in his own way.  I will admit I have had some thoughts about how he'd be...but I'd never act on them.  Besides, he won't try anything because of you."

"What if I suggested it?  What if I asked him to take care of you like I can't?  Do you think you could be with him...that way...fucking him...and not decide to leave me for him?  Would you still love and respect me?  He is probably the only man I can think of that could do this for us...and not blab it all around town."

Riley looked at me open-mouthed.  She knew what I meant, and that I was serious too.  I could see her thinking hard about it and suddenly I knew.  I knew that they would be together...at least one time anyway.  I could see it by the look on her face.  She was thinking about doing it with Dog.

"I...don't know Austin.  I just don't know.  If he does love me as you say, maybe he won't do it unless he can have all of me...you know what I mean?"

"That's what's been worrying me.  Look, I know you're attracted to him, and he's definitely attracted to you.  I'm sure that you two having sex is a forgone conclusion.  I'm just worried about where I'll stand in your heart afterwards.  I'm scared honey.  I'm really scared.  And there's not a damned thing I can do about it either."

Riley hugged me tight...I could tell she was upset as I was.  This was happening all so fast.  It seemed like ages ago we had talked it out...now...with it staring me in the face it seemed like we had moved at light speed.  

"I'm going to take a ride on my bike.  When Dog gets back you and him have a talk.  Lay it on the line...be honest about it...and...when I get back we can all talk...if he wants to.  I...just can't be here right now.  I need to think."

Riley looked me in the eyes and nodded.  Sadly, she turned and went inside the house.  I couldn't tell what she was feeling or thinking at that moment.  I didn't even know what she would do when Dog got back.  I just knew that I needed to go for a ride and think.

I rode around for about a half-hour then headed home.  Once there Dog was sitting in our living room with a shell shocked look on his face.

"Oh man...I didn't know.  How long have you known that...how I felt about...Riley?"

"Just today I saw it Dog.  There had been hints, but I had brushed them off in my mind.  Today I first saw that in your eyes when Riley stepped out beside me."

"I'm sorry man.  That's why I left  you know."

"What?"

"When you first were in the hospital...they didn't think you were going to make it.  At one point I took Riley home so she could shower up and stuff...while we were here...I...told her how I felt.  That I loved her and if something happened and you didn't make it...I'd be here for her.  She didn't understand what I meant...until today.  She told me that.  Then she told me...about...your...um...problem."


"And...so?"

"I don't know man.  Knowing how I feel about her and all...what if...what if she falls for me?  What then?  You're my friend man.  A guy doesn't do that to friends.  She's your lady...I'm...I..."

"You're my friend...Look Dog...I love you like a brother.  Yes...you make me nervous at times when your biker attitude comes out...but for the most part you've been my closest friend.  I'd say, especially now since the deal with...Charlie."

"That rat bastard...I hope he rots in hell.  I wanted to kill him...but those damned cops pulled me off.  Should have let me finish the job.  It would have saved the state some money."

"Yeah...but...you could have ended up in jail...or worse too."

There was an awkward silence between us.  Of course, how would you react if a buddies wife, that you secretly were in love with, asked you or told you about something like what was happening between Riley and I?  Would you feel comfortable knowing that she had asked you to fill a need that her husband, your friend suddenly couldn't?

"Uh...man...I'm not sure about this.  I mean...if I could I would have taken her away before this.  There's so much at stake here for both of us...I don't know what to do."

"Look Dog...it's like this...and I'm only guessing that Riley soft sold you on this and didn't tell you some of the hard reasons we're asking you to do this.  I can't...fulfill my husband duties.  If we don't do something and soon, we could end up divorced.  Neither of us wants that to happen.  Yet...I can't...I just can't do it right now.  It could be a forever thing...or it could go away tomorrow.  Until we know for sure...well...I love Riley to much to see her suffer anymore.  I also only can trust you Dog...you wouldn't tattle around about this...to anyone...and I trust you to not...steal her away from me too."

"You're too trusting man.  You know that I have already tried to do just that?  You know that...don't you?  You'd trust ME...ME?  Hell, I don't trust me."

"What else can I do?  If I do nothing, she'll end up leaving me eventually.  If I lose her to you...at least I'll know you'd take care of her as she should be.  God knows I can't do it for her."

"Man...it's only a temporary thing...don't do this. Don't let me do this.  If I do I know that I'll be trying to steal her away from you man...it's in my heart...it's beyond my control.  If she'd have me, I'd leave with her right now."

"Don't you think I know that?  I've tortured myself...and up until now...with the nameless, faceless 'man'...now...there's a name and a face...and I know that this man loves her too.  I also love her...enough to know I need to take this risk...if I lose her...then...I've lost her.  It will kill me to lose her...but if I don't do something, I'll lose her anyway man...can't you see? I have no choice."

"All I can do is promise that I'll try to not take her...but I can't be certain of that.  You understand me man?  I want to do the right thing...but I can't trust myself to do that here.  Not when Riley's involved."

"Yeah...and I hate that  you love her too.  I mean...afterward...if she stays with me and I get better...what then?  Will we still be friends?  Will you be okay with that?  You see?  It's tearing me up inside too man."

Riley came in about then and I knew that she had been listening to us.  I could see it in her eyes.  She wouldn't look at either of us for a moment.  Then she laid into us.

"First of all...I have some say in what happens here too you know.  Dog...I find you attractive...but I don't think I could ever love you like I love Austin.  You can't 'steal me away' if I don't let you.  I plan on staying with Austin, so lets get that part straight right now.  Secondly, Austin...I love you more than life itself too.  Don't think that I don't know about what you're sacrificing here.  I have thought of nothing else since our long talk last week.  I have thought what if it were me?  What if I had to share you with another woman?"

"But..."

"It's my turn Austin...shut the fuck up."

She was getting mad now.  It caught me off guard...Dog was a bit shocked too.

"I love you Austin...that's why I married you.  I CHOSE to marry you.  I want to stay married to you...forever.  There is nobody in the world...Dog included, that could 'steal' me away from you Austin Davis...and don't you ever forget that.  I gave my heart to you and that is that.  Now...we have this problem, and I'm sure it's just a temporary one, and that one day you'll be...good to go...I also know that if we don't do something about my...needs...we will be forever apart.  You came up with the idea, and now...I've decided that Dog should be the man for that part...for now.  When you get better, then...well, there won't be a need for Dog after that."

Turning quickly towards Dog, Riley was apologetic.

"You understand me right Dog?  NO MATTER WHAT...I'm Austin's wife...forever.  I'll actually be using you...and...in a way, you will be using me.  We'll have sex...but it will only ever be sex.  I'll not allow you to talk down about Austin at all...ever.  The first time you do we will be done and I'll take my chances with abstinence.  I know it sounds harsh...but I don't love you like I love Austin, Dog.   You may have my body...and I'll be very active in that gift...but you'll never have my love."

"Damn lady...you kind of make it hard on a man...you know?"

"Take it or leave it Dog...that's the choice you have...you can fuck me...but you can't have me."

"Well...If it's going to be fucking only...you're about to be my bitch then...bitch. I also finally get to tap that ass.  Gas...grass..."

"My ass.  Yeah...you finally get to 'tap' me as you so eloquently put it Dog.  Just remember...that's all you get...you get no heart from me.  Just my ass."

He had a smile that was growing...after all, he had just found out he was going to fuck a walking talking wet dream...my wife.  Riley had a strange look on her face when he called her 'bitch' too.  I think it did something for her...something I couldn't do it seemed.  Nervous, but a bit calmer...and also a bit reassured...I sat back and relaxed as much as things would allow.

"I'm going to take another ride.  I'll be back in a couple hours...or so."

"Be back in an hour and a half.  We'll be done by then.  After that, we are all going to talk some more...set up some rules...and then honey...you and I are going to talk especially seriously."

The look she had when she told me that spoke volumes.  I figured she was a bit mad at me for the earlier discussion Dog and I had been having.  I got out of there...and tried not to think about what I was doing by leaving like that.  It would have probably cut me to the core to actually see it happen in front of me.

So...here I am...riding around, a little over an hour and a half to kill.  Do you see my problem now?  How many husbands do you know, would leave their wife with a tall dark and handsome man, to have sex with...while the husband went for a ride on his bike?  Knowing that they are having sex...fucking like...well...rabbits probably...and that the husband had more or less arranged for it to happen?

I have to hope...seriously hope that my 'condition' goes away...soon.  I also have to wonder what they're doing.  Will he be better than me?  Bigger...deeper...do something for her that I can't compete with?  If I get better...will she be able to drop him and just be happy with me?  Will I ever get better?  If I get better, will I be able to overlook this time...and not hold anything against either of them?

You see...I do have a lot on my mind.  Maybe some day I'll have the rest of the story for you...but for now...it's still being written...so to speak.  I know in my mind and yes, in my heart too...I had to do this for Riley.  Either way...I'm between a rock and a hard place.  Damned if I do...damned if I don't.






Nobody Rides For Free
Chapter 2 (of 2)



As I drove around on my ride thinking of what I had left at home, my thoughts went over the last days before 'it' happened.  We were so much in love.  Riley and I had always been hard in love.  That's why this...damned...'thing' was driving me so crazy.

I had never had a problem in taking care of her sexually.  I had always been able to maintain an erection well longer than necessary in order for her to have several orgasms.  I had, matter of fact, prided myself on the ability to keep up with her.  She could be a real dynamo in the sack at times.

I was also thinking of the man I had left her with too.  He had openly admitted that he loved her, and would steal her away from me, best friend or not.  I had left him with my wife...with the express purpose of having sex with her...since I couldn't help her any more that way.

Deep inside a heat began to grow...making me almost ill.  I was mad at life...my body...that asshole that had raped my wife...and beat me near to death...just about everything in my life had gone wrong...suddenly and shockingly completely.

Now I was riding around...and trying to overcome the urge to go home and tell them I had made a mistake...not to do it.  The more I rode the more I felt I had made a mistake...a huge one.  I had been gone almost fifteen minutes though...and after having seen the way we had all talked about it...and Riley's insistence that they only needed an hour and a half...well I was probably far too late to prevent anything from happening now.

I only hoped I would be able to live with Riley and myself after this day...I knew this was one of 'those' things that will stand out in my lifetime...forever.  My failing had led us to this...terrible choice.  I couldn't really blame anyone but myself...rather, my body for failing me.  For failing Riley too.  This was a low point in my life...probably the lowest I had ever been at.

Suddenly a bike whipped past me, two riders on it.  A man and a woman...I didn't know them...but the way her arms were around him, the look of his bike...for an instant I thought it was Riley and Dog...but after a second look I knew it wasn't.  Besides...they were at my house...doing what I couldn't do for Riley at all anymore.

It hit me like a freight train right at that moment.  That thought...that Riley and Dog were at my house, in bed fucking, and I had led them to it...it hit me so hard I actually swerved on the road.  Regaining control took a bit, and then without a second thought I knew what I had to do...fast.

Spinning the bike around I opened it up, not paying any attention to speed limits or anything at all.  If I were caught it wouldn't be a ticket...it would be jail...I was driving like a madman...recklessly.  Very much so as a matter of fact.   I had nothing to lose though...nothing at all.

I pulled into my driveway and the first thing I saw was Dog's bike...gone.  I was doing some hard thinking about that...had they left to go somewhere else? Dog's place maybe?  If they had, I'd never find them in time now...and the deed would have been done.  I had led my wife into making the biggest mistake of our marriage...and had only me to blame for it.

I went into our quiet home after parking my bike in the garage and shutting the door.  Sitting in my big easy chair I opened the beer I had grabbed on my way through the kitchen.  I was about to cry I think...I felt as bad as I ever had.  I felt like mourning the death of my marriage.  The marriage I had destroyed with my now very plainly stupid idea.

I got up, nervous and angry with myself now.  What had I been thinking?  Why would I think that handing Riley over to Dog would fix anything?  All I had done is hand my wife, the love of my life over to some guy that had admitted to me that he loved her.  The more I thought about what I had done the more I knew that I had ruined my marriage for certain.

I was drinking my beer, almost to the point of heading out for another one when I heard the bike pull into my driveway.  Its distinctive roar told me it was Dog's ride.  They were back.  They were back and I had promised to be gone for an hour and a half...yet here I was about to try to stop what may have already happened.  I had collapsed back in my easy chair, trying to calm down.

I hoped that Dog would accept my reasoning...I hoped that Riley would forgive me for stopping them...hell, at that moment I was afraid that they'd ignore me and go off somewhere and do it anyway.  I had shoved her into his arms...giving her away.

Riley was the first one inside...followed closely by Dog.  Carrying a bag of groceries, she saw me.  She smiled at me as she saw me sitting there, and Dog came to sit near me in the love seat.  He had a look I couldn't quite figure out and I wasn't sure what was going on right at that moment.  

"I was hoping you'd come back right away."

Dog's voice had cracked a bit.

"What?  You're okay with me being here like this?  I did promise you a longer amount of time...it's just..."

"Stop Oz...hold it right there."

Dog had spoken quickly and firmly.  I was a bit nervous at how firmly since he is a large man...and a true hard core biker. I had that premonition once again that I never wanted to ever piss this man off...he'd be deadly if you did...there was no doubt about that in my mind.

"What?  I know I promised you that you and Riley could have...sex Dog...but I have thought about it some more and..."

"I said hold it right there Oz...let me talk."

"Okay.  Talk."

"Right after you left Riley and I kissed...and we both knew right then and there...we weren't going to be doing anything.  Nothing like you had in your imagination.  Not at all.  I can't bring myself to take advantage of you; you're my friend.  My best friend.  Riley is too.  As much as I want to have her...I can't have her at your expense...not like this.  I want her, and I probably always will...but I will not now...nor ever have her under any other circumstance other than her fully wanting to be with me...without anyone pointing us at each other like you did."

"But...at the time I figured it was the only way that I could save our marriage..."

"Yeah?  Save your marriage at the expense of dragging Riley through a living hell?  Having to come to someone not her husband for fulfillment?  That's not saving your marriage Oz...that's just you making sure that you destroyed it. Besides that...what if we had fallen for each other?  I'd have taken her...and you'd be alone."

"That's the conclusion I came to too Dog.  I thought about it...and realized that I was being foolish."

I looked at Riley and saw her smiling at me with tears in her eyes.  Setting the groceries down she started walking towards me. Her voice was choked as she started out saying what she had to say.

"Oz...I love you and want you.  I realized just as Dog and I kissed that I couldn't go there...for any reason.  While I'm married to you I cannot be with another man...ever.  We have something you and I...and that something can't be replaced, or repaired if one of us goes too far.  We were meant to be with each other...forever.  I will accept you as you are...regardless of whether or not you can please me sexually."

"But...that has been driving us apart Riley."

"Only you silly man.  I have been frustrated, yes.  Just as much as you have been.  But...I haven't been frustrated enough to go find gratification in the arms of another man.  Dog knew it instantly when we kissed too.  He stepped back and told me he couldn't do it...as much as he wanted to.  I was too much yours. I decided to do what you wanted in the hopes that it would spur you to get better...faster. It was wrong.  WE, were wrong.  You because out of love for me you wanted to make sure I was satisfied sexually, so you came up with probably the worst idea you've ever had. Me, because I let you talk me into it.  I would never have done this to you nor could I in good conscious, do it the way you wanted us to.  I would have had to have been single in order for me to go there Oz."

I looked at Dog with a newfound respect.  This man had everything it took to make Riley happy sexually, and he had pulled back...knowing that he loved her, probably as much as I loved her.  That took courage and strength.  He really was my best friend. 

I also looked into Riley's eyes, and seeing the love she had for me in them shook me to my core.  I had come so close to giving it all away it scared me.  I was about to cry, with relief, with love, and out of total humiliation because I had really messed up in trying to keep Riley happy.  I should have known that Riley would never cheat on me or allow herself to be placed in the very position I had put her in.

"I don't know what to say.  I came home...to...stop you guys.  I felt it was wrong...when I realized it I got scared...real scared.  I don't want to lose you or your love Riley.  I always want your respect and love, just as I always want to give mine to you."

Dog broke in; his look was one that I hadn't seen from him before.  It was almost as if he were about to tell us an earth-ending secret.

"Then I guess you two better find some way to 'fix' you Oz.  I know a psychologist...she can help you both...what?"

He was giving us both a look now...and I realized that I must have been looking shocked at him.  The fact that Dog had seen a shrink...boggled my mind.  I could see Riley had a stunned look on her face too.

"Hey...even big ugly old tattooed bikers need a helping hand once in a while.  I mean...how'd you like to go around town and have people looking at you with fear all the time...it may sound great, but it can become a real drag...especially when you want to ask someone out on a date or something.  Kinda lonely at times...that's why I love you two so much...you've accepted me fully...not many have.  I scare people too much."

"But...you...a psychologist?  It just seems..."

"I know...my ride takes care of most of what I need, most often...once in a while though...even I need a bit more help.  She's a great doctor too...if anyone can help you two...she will be the one."

Riley had moved over and knelt on the floor in front of me and she hugged my legs as Dog went over his doctors' qualifications. He was quite forthright with us, and as he went on I realized that I would have to swallow my pride and go talk to this doctor.  What did I have to lose after all?  Everything.  So, when one has everything on the line, one makes choices accordingly.

We talked for several hours, and after Dog had left to head home, Riley sat in my lap.

"I love you Austin.  I really do love you, no matter what. Sickness and in health...for richer or poorer...forever."

"I love you too.  I really do.  I almost let us make a huge mistake today though Riley.   I should have known better.  I failed you again...so many times lately I have failed..."

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE BUB.  You have never failed me.  Ever.  You did the best you could to save me from that...monster...even when he almost killed you.  If I had stayed right there in the garage, your attention would not have been pulled away from him and he'd not have been able to get you like he did.  Then, you came upstairs, a walking dead man...trying to make sure that I would be okay...trying to make sure you did everything you possibly could to save me.  If Dog had failed...he would have killed you then for certain because you were so close already, he would have had no problem...and had Dog failed, he'd have been dead too...which would have left him to have me however he wanted, until he killed me too.  YOU NEVER FAILED ME.  EVER."

"But...I had him...and then he got around me like he did...you never had a chance Riley..."

"I told you...it was my fault...you watched me to make sure I made it out of the garage safely...that's when he got around you and got the upper hand.  After that nobody could have saved me...Dog almost got it from him too you know...it was close.  Also...your...condition...is temporary...and I am quite willing to wait for you to get better Oz...I can do that.  I want to do that.  You are the only man I ever want...that way.  Only you."

"Could be a long wait honey.  A real long wait."

"Well...we can both go to Dog's doctor and see if she can help us...then...maybe that is all the waiting we will have to do.  I love you too much to give up on you Oz...and I hope you love me too much to give up on us too."

"That's why I came home when I did.  I knew I had pushed you into doing the wrong thing...I had to try to stop it...but you guys already had figured it all out...without me.  I'm such an ass..."

"No."

Her tears were falling in rivers down her cheeks.  She was smiling...but crying at the same time.

"No...what you did was show me that you loved me far more than I ever had imagined.  You were willing to give up...so much...in order to keep me happy.  You were willing to look the other way...while someone else...was...with me.  So I could be happy.  You gave up all for me Oz...Oh baby...I love you so much."

"I do love you.  I know I do.  You know it too. But...I came home to put a stop to that...I would have shut you guys down had you been doing what I asked you to do and..."

"Because you finally realized that what you were about to let me and Dog do was the wrong thing...your love let you see that too.  Oh...I'm so happy...so damned happy that you were sitting there in your chair when Dog and I came in. I was beside myself, thinking that you'd think we had...done it...when we hadn't.  It would have hung between us like a red flag forever.  It would have destroyed us Oz...it really would have. If you had stayed gone for the full hour and a half, you would have had no other choice but to think Dog and I had...fucked each other."

Her revelation hit me like a ton of bricks.  She had seen that long before I had.  That is exactly what I would have thought.  Had I stayed away like planned, and then come home to say it had been a mistake, I would have been sure that they had done the deed.  I would have been certain that she had been with him.

"Well...I guess I could be orally pleasuring you until such a time as I get better.  It's not the same as..."

"Baby...we'll both be orally pleasuring each other until you get better...this will never be a one way street.  It's us against the world babe...us against the world."

"Hey...want to take a ride on my bike sweetie?"

"I don't know...do you have 'rules'?"

"Yeah...I have a new one as a matter of fact...Gas...Grass or..."

"Ass...nobody rides for free...including me?"

"Including you."

"I like that rule.  I'll hold you to that too Oz...I really will."

That day marked a change between us.  We started sleeping together constantly.  Riley was responsive to me as I was to her, and even though we couldn't have what I would call 'real' sex due to my condition, I would orally and also using fingers and some toys we had got, make sure that she had orgasms often.  

A strange thing that happened was that I could get hard and she could suck me to orgasm.  The only time I had 'issues' was when I tried to penetrate her pussy...for whatever reason, I just couldn't keep it hard.  We talked that to death, and finally we just had to accept what was going on for what it was...hopefully a temporary 'issue'.

I learned more of how to please her with my tongue and fingers too.  It had gotten to the point that I could get her off several times a session with just my tongue.  I worked hard at figuring out different ways to please her orally, and each time I came up with something that pleased her, I was rewarded with out of the world blowjob's.  

Each time we made love, that was what we were doing...making love.  I could see it as making love.  Riley had a way with sucking me that caused me to want to please her more every time...and now, since I had this problem, I worked double extra hard to please her too.

A few months later Charlie the rapist had been sentenced to ten to twenty...no parole.  His prior record plus the fact that he had almost killed me...going after Riley twice like he had got him hard time.  Riley's testimony took him up the river, but Dog's drove home the pegs that locked him inside. 

 Dog had torn the defense attorney's questions all to hell when he didn't get nervous on the stand like the attorney tried to make him.  Matter of fact, the attorney ended up being the one getting nervous. He had tried to intimidate Dog...like a fool...and Dog barked at him...sort of. Then he finished up his statements with a dialogue that the defense couldn't get shut down...Eloquently putting it directly in the face of the jurors, he painted a picture of Charlie that was quite ugly.

After the trial, Dog, Riley and I took a long ride...overnight to a nearby park...then home the next day...it was a fun and relaxing trip for all of us and much needed too.    Riley and I had started seeing Dog's shrink...who turned out to be quite a doctor.  I was still having the issues...and the only sex Riley and I were having was oral and masturbation. 

During that time I discovered that part of my problems stemmed from the fact that I had tried and failed, in my mind, to protect my wife from danger.  That coupled with the head injury had caused my performance problems.  The doctor was very good at bringing that as well as some other issues that were between Riley and I out into the open and we were able to deal with them directly.

During this time, Riley had expressed an interest in a ride of her own.  We had looked around at different bikes and she picked out what she liked and wanted on hers, and together we started building her ride.  It acted to draw us even closer to each other.  Working with her, laughing, teasing, and just being together, seemed to work wonders for us.

One day, after we had started building Riley's ride I was out in the garage cleaning up.  As I stepped across those deep marks in the floor, where Charlie's bike had gouged the scars into our souls...I realized that I could get rid of them...I knew how.  They had been bothering me for some time now.  Every time I saw them I would remember that day.  I finally figured out that I had to get them out of my mind.  The flash of inspiration hit me like that proverbial ton of bricks.

I hopped on my bike and went to the hardware store, picked up a few things, then headed home.  Riley came out to see what I was up to, and when she saw, she just rolled up her sleeves and started to help me.  We chiseled up a large section of the floor, then mixed up the bags of cement real well.  Pouring the new section in took a little bit.

Afterwards, as we screed the concrete down flat and smooth, we were both sweating, but enjoying our labors.  In one corner, Riley drew a flower, then her initials, with mine next to them.  I drew in a heart around them all, taking care to make it as perfect as I could.  We then went in to the house and cleaned up.

A few days later I was out there working when Riley came out...We had her bike about ready to roll out...and she had been getting more and more impatient the closer we got to finishing it up.  I started it up, and she straddled her bike, revving the engine a few times.

Suddenly she got a look in her eyes...I new that look...the look of lust...deep and needful.  With a look that spoke volumes, she shut down her bike and walked to the door, her hips were popping left and right, sexy and teasingly.  When she got to the door, she turned to me.

"So...I think that I could use some...help...in the bedroom."

I saw a wet spot in the crotch of her cut-off's.  My cock shot up hard as steel.  Since that had never been an issue at this point of the game, I didn't think much about it.  I did have a different feeling deep inside me though.  A feeling of desire coupled with intense need.

"I'll be right there."

"Hurry baby.  I need you."

It was how she said 'I need you' that caused a chill down my spine.  For some reason this time was different.  Far different.

She left and I cleaned my now shaking hands off quickly.  I was looking forward to our oral delights.  Walking into the house I saw a trail of clothes...shoes...cut-offs...tank top... and I was almost running at that point.  I stumbled as my pants hit the stairs, struggling to not fall as I got naked too. Up the stairs and into our bedroom here I found her lying spread wide waiting for me.

"Baby...I need some loving..."

"I'm here for you...I'm here for you baby."

I stripped off my clothes and hopped between her legs.  I was licking her thighs, warming up for the main feast when she suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me up. 

"Put it in.  Put it in me now."

I was unsure...a doubt shadowing her pleas...but I moved up and with a caution born of not having done this for several months...I placed the head of my cock at her very wet pussy lips.  Kissing her, I waited for my cock to start to go soft...yet it didn't.

That chill I had felt coursed through my body again.  Intense feelings were cascading over me.  I seemed to be super horny right at that moment.  I was shaking all over, and wondering if I was about to be let down by my body once again.  Still, I kept hard.  Rock hard.

Surprised more than a little bit, I pushed forward deeper...and waited some more.  Still I stayed rock hard.  Getting more and more surprised all the time, I pushed in farther...then farther.  Soon I was fully inside my wife...for the first time in months I was inside her and hard as hell.  

"Oh baby...yesss...I can feel you deep inside me...so good...so Goddamned good...oh yessss."

Her voice was cutting through the air and hit me all over my body.  It seemed that the way she hissed 'yes' at me was having an effect on me that I had never really thought about before.  It was like the very first time I had ever had sexual intercourse.  The feeling was so intense I could almost taste it.

Her smell of need wafted through the air, as I held deep inside her marveling that I was hard as rock and deep inside my wife.  The love of my life.

Smiling at me Riley put her hands on my face and kissed me hard.  Her tongue was searching for mine and just as she found it, I started to move in and out.  The feeling of my shaft plunging through her tight, hot and wet pussy was overheating my mind.  I could feel that I was already about to cum...and I knew I could never hold it off now.

As I started to cum, Riley pulled her face back from mine.

"Yes...yessss...oh baby...yesssss...cum in me...I can feel  you...your cock is so hard...so long...sooooo...good.  Fuck me baby...fuck me.  You can do it...you are doing it...fuck me baby."

Even though I should have been embarrassed for cumming so quickly, even though I had shot off in seconds after starting, I was still immensely proud of myself.  I had fucked my wife.  I had fucked my wife...with a hard cock...MY hard cock.

I was grunting as I shot off deep inside my wife.  The feeling was magnified due to my past failures suddenly being gone...that knowledge that I had made it this far was driving me to keep on going.  Matter of fact, I never went soft...at all.  We ended up fucking the day away.  I came four times throughout the day...and after each time, before I could even think about going soft, Riley worked me up hard as steel again. 

It was amazing.  The doctor had told us something like this could happen...suddenly.  We had been trying several times a week ever since we started going to the doctor...in hopes that it would pass.  We hadn't given up, and Riley had made sure that when I couldn't perform for her that way, she'd make sure we both got relief orally...with patience and love.

Now...it appeared that the long drought was over with.  I was fully functioning again...and we both wanted to make up for lost time.  Matter of fact, later that week I collapsed on top of her after the umpteenth time.

"Riley...you're fucking me to death we need to back off a little bit.  Just a tad.  I don't want to wear myself out too much here."

"To death?  Oh baby...wouldn't that be the way to go though?  Die in each other's arms...fucking ourselves there?  I love you baby...I really do.  I told you that you'd get better too...remember?  Remember Oz?"

"I remember.  Say...maybe I could get Dog over here to help out..."

She hit me with the pillow and attacked me again for the fifth time that day.

"Baby...you are all the man I need or want.  Dog will just have to find his own pussy somewhere else.  I'm taken.  Besides...with your hard-on's always up and ready to go...I don't need anyone else.  You're stuck with me sweetie...forever."

"Stuck in you maybe..."

I got hit several more times with the pillow.  During that fight I managed to roll over to one side, and Riley got up on top of me.  As she smiled at me, laughing as I tried to protect myself from the pillow wielding tornado that was attacking me, my hard cock found it's home inside her wet pussy.  As soon as I bottomed out in her, she calmed down and laid down on top of me, her nipples driving into my chest.

"I love you Austin...I love you so much."

"I love you too Riley...is that a pickle in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

"Your pickle is in my pocket all right...and I'm loving it there.  It fits perfectly.  Absolutely perfectly."

"It seems to like it there doesn't it?"

"Shut up and fuck me Oz.  Just fuck me."

I try to please...always. We had come a long way from that terrible day.  A long way.  So far in fact, that we could joke about my horrid idea, and all that went with it.  Looking back I realized that we had been two of the luckiest people on earth.  To have such a good friend as Dog...and to have each other.

Later that summer, Riley's little sister came to visit us.  I say little...it's only age and only a few years too.  Her little sister, Marie, was one hot number.  Her build was just like Riley's, and she had an attitude...kind of rough around the edges.  She had broken up with her long time boyfriend a few months back and wanted a change.

A change is what she got.  Dog came over for a visit, and we barbecued some steaks.  By the end of the afternoon, Marie and Dog were talking like we didn't exist.  To say they hit it off was an understatement.  By the end of the week, Dog was almost living with us.  When he wasn't there, neither was Marie.  They became like glue to each other...always together. 

By the end of the summer, they were talking getting married, and Marie had moved in with him.  Riley's parents were a bit upset that Marie was living with some biker...yet...they were happy after having met Dog and realizing what a great guy he really was underneath those tattoos and clothes. Of course, Riley and I had gone out of our way to make sure her parents understood that Dog was a great guy too.

I was Dogs Best Man at their wedding, while Riley was the Maid of Honor.  (There was no way anybody could call Riley a  'Matron of Honor) Afterwards, while Dog and I were alone for a bit...he started to talk to me as if he had something important to tell me.  It was.

"Man...I only hope that I can be half the man you are Oz."

Surprised I just stared at him...my mouth was open I was so stunned to hear that from him.

"I...I'm not sure what you mean Dog.  You are more than half the man I am...hell, you're twice the man I am."

"That's not what I mean.  Size and attitude get you so far in being a man...but heart...that is what makes the difference.  You have the heart of a man.  A real man.  You would have given up quite a bit to keep Riley happy, you almost gave up your life to keep her safe...and you would have gone all that way to do that too. That, is all heart man.  I hope that I can be half the man you are and I mean that Oz.  I admire you.  You are my best friend, and you really are the Best Man."

"Hey...don't forget that you have lots of heart too dude.  You backed off from having Riley when you had an open path to her...You also were able to stop that...jerk from hurting her worse...I couldn't...you did.  You have heart too man...lots of it.  As much as I have."

"Maybe. Deep down I wanted to grab her and run right then."

"But you didn't.  You remained a true friend to both of us.  You were...honorable."

"I only hope that I can be half the man with Marie that you are with Riley.  I mean...everyone knows how much in love you two are...and how much you have both been through.  I hope I can live up to life the way you do Oz. Maybe you can help me with tips and stuff too."


"No maybes about it.  You and Marie have a great thing going on now...you will be wonderful for her...and I think she will be the same for you too.  I don't think you will need any tips from me.  You have it deep inside you...in your heart Dog...I know that for certain. Now we are the two most lucky men in the universe...don't you think?"

"I don't think it Oz...I know it."

Together we fired up our rides and headed out to the reception.  The four of us made quite a sight I'm sure...four rides, roaring around...two men in Tuxes driving their rides, and two women, one in a wedding dress and the other in a Bride's Maid dress...driving theirs.  Yep...four lucky people.  Four very lucky, very much in love, people.


Yep...I still hold to Dog's rule too.  Once in a while Riley will leave her ride at home and hop on mine.  We have discovered a few ways to...um...well lets just say that my ride has seen quite a bit of sex...and we know lots of ways to use it too.  Those vibes still get to Riley, and she has warned me that I am never, ever, under any circumstances to give any other woman a ride on it either.  As if I would want to.  Having Riley in my life is everything and I'll never ever take a chance on messing that up...again.


Lately Riley has been talking about wanting a kid...or three.  I want that too, so we have been...working to those ends.  She is nothing if not a hard worker...and in this endeavor she is brutally hard.  Of course, I work as hard as she does too.  I figure she should be pregnant soon with all the hard work going into...her. 

Time to time I look back at my life and see a path that has not been easy, nor always fun.  Still, I don't think I'd change much of anything.  Well, except maybe that one day...that I would if I could.  We managed to get over that nightmare though, and today we are more in love and more happy than we have ever been.


Oops, I hear my ride firing up.  Riley went out to warm it up.  We're going to try one more time tonight for a baby.  We're not going out of the garage mind you...but as I said earlier, we know lots of ways to have sex on my ride.  Something about those vibrations...oh, and my rule...'Nobody Rides For Free'.  I'm just glad that Riley pays me with her ass.






