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off, giving me a great view of her beautiful tits.
    She was waving the garment above her head and shaking her breasts at me when the wind ripped it from her grasp. In the mirror
     I saw it flying away. Grinning wildly, I made no attempt to stop and retrieve it.
    Erin saw me checking her out in the mirrors and she leaned back, putting her hands on the bar behind her and arching her back,
     giving me a great view of her now nearly naked body. She was putting on quite a show for me. I gunned the bike even faster
     in excitement.
    I was watching her more than the road, and I nearly missed an upcoming intersection. I had to slam on the brakes to stop in
     time, and the momentum pushed her into me. Feeling those bare tits on my back was nearly more than I could stand. She must
     have sensed my need, as her hands again began to move over my chest and she began to kiss my neck. After a few minutes of
     this she let her hand fall to my crotch and began to rub my hard-on. I had to concentrate to stay on the road as she fumbled
     with my zipper. She unzipped my pants and opened them enough to free my now-throbbing cock. Christ, she was giving me a handjob
     as we rode!
    This was unbelievable! It was a dream come true. She had me worked nearly into a frenzy, and at first I looked around for
     a place to park so I could throw her on the ground and fuck her brains out. But it was a well-lighted residential area, and
     all I could think of to do was turn around and head back to the house.
    As I pulled into the driveway Larry came out the door. He did a double-take when he saw Erin step off the bike topless. But
     he just smiled and asked her what had happened to her shirt. Smiling back at him, she simply said it blew off. It was then
     I realized that my zipper was down and my still-stiff cock was sticking out of my pants. I quickly turned away and tucked
     it back, and if Larry noticed, he didn’t say anything.
    When we got inside Larry picked up the darts again, saying that we should finish the game we had started. “No,” Erin said.
     “Screw that. What I want is for the two of you to take me upstairs and fuck me!”
    I was stunned. I hadn’t known exactly where all this was going, but I hadn’t expected it to go this far. The thought of my
     wife flashed through my mind, but when I looked again at Erin’s naked body I decided to go for it. What the hell, I’d find
     a way to let Judy screw Larry if she wanted to, but I wanted to fuck Erin now!
    “Well, God knows I’m ready for that!” I said finally. “If it’s okay with Larry.”
    Obviously it was, as he was already leading his wife toward the stairs, and beckoning for me to follow.
    In the bedroom, Erin lit some candles, then took off her thong and lay down seductively in the middle of the big bed. Larry
     and I finished stripping, too. Already hard as a rock, I lay down on one side of her while Larry took the other. I waited
     for him to take the lead, and when he began to slide his hand over her body, I did the same. She moaned with pleasure as our
     hands roamed over her. I had slipped my fingers between her legs and was vigorously playing with her wet pussy when she finally
     asked if we were going to fuck her or not.
    I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I glanced at Larry, and he told me to go ahead, so I mounted her and started
     pounding her for all I was worth, while Larry watched the action from his position at her side. After all the excitement of
     the past few hours I didn’t last long, but shot my load in short order. I then rolled off to give Larry his turn, but Erin
     got onto all fours and began licking and sucking my limp member as Larry pounded her from behind.
    It wasn’t long before I was hard again, and Erin then said she wanted us both inside her. She lay down on her side, and Larry
     began fingering her ass as I took my position in front of her. I slipped into her dripping pussy, and a minute later Larry
     began to slowly work himself