Free Biker (BBW, Curvy with Dominant Alpha Biker) by Anna Marcus Page A

didn’t find her attractive anymore and it wasn’t really my fault. Three or four years ago, against my objections, she got breast implants. So, now she’s got a flat stomach and big tits, but it’s just not for me.
     
    We go to biker events and the other bikers, around my age, really seem to dig her, but to me she’s just a skinny ass and plastic tits.
     
    I used to think she was good looking and the sex was unbelievable. The woman would drop to her knees and give me a stunning head job just about anytime I told her to. She also had more meat on her bones, and small, beautiful breasts. We got married 9 years ago. I’ve never cheated on her. Luckily, even though I didn’t have much money when we got married, I got a prenup.
     
    I say that, because it turns out I did need a prenup. I needed a prenup for two reasons. One was, I was about to be rich. The second reason was, my wife was a cheating whore.
     
     
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    So a couple months go by after I first started to become obsessed by Carla’s body and I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her. Not only was her body way better than Carla’s, her personality was 1,000 times better. I longed for the moments I got to spend near Carla. She was making me feel things I had never felt in my life. Magic is the best way to describe it.
     
    Carla and I would spend hours out on our front porches talking about things. My wife, Judy, would always be out running around at night; almost every night. Carla and I would just lounge around outside and get to know one another. We were both early risers, worked all day long, came home, and were ready to sit around and talk.
     
    She was actually interested in my invention, whereas Judy just wanted to talk about the money it was supposed to bring in. It got old.
     
    I invented an electronic module that can be fit onto most motorcycles. It increases performance, improves gas mileage, and is selling like hotcakes. I’ve got investors in a bidding war to do business with me. Carla wanted to hear all about how I thought of it, and the hell I went through to manufacture it. It felt so good to be with her.
     
    I guess Judy had an excuse for turning into a black widow over the years. I know now that the whole prenup thing had really eaten away at Judy. Especially as I got closer to my big payday. Turned out that she not only had a boyfriend on the side at the time, she also had another guy that she was fucking so she could use him in a plan to blackmail me.
     
    I didn’t know about any of that then. All I knew was that Judy and I had grown far apart, and I wanted to be with Carla. I knew it would end my marriage, but my marriage was already over. I sensed it, and Judy was doing things about it. I was just so busy, I didn’t know how to make it happen with Carla.
     
    Then one day I got a break. Carla called me up, sounding upset. It was the first time she’d ever called me. We'd texted a couple of times, and at first I thought something might have happened to her mom, who had been really sick of late. It was just the way she said, “Ben, can I talk to you?”
     
    “Yeah, uh, Carla, yeah, what’s wrong?”
     
    “Well,” I just,” she paused. “It’s just that you’re the smartest person I know, and I’m kind of at the end of my rope here.”
     
    “Well, what is it?” I said, thrilled, “You can trust me.”
     
    “Can we talk in person? I’m right by your office. Do you have any time?”
     
    I was doing cartwheels inside. “Sure, sure, come on up. I’m free. I’ll make time. I’m available.” I managed to stop myself from sputtering on and in few minutes the glorious Carla filled my office door.
     
    She had on the outfit that immediately had me sweating. It was those same tighter than tight stretch pants and a simple polo. It’s what she wore to work at huge cell phone store. She was actually assistant manager and did pretty well financially. Well enough to rent out the sweet townhome (with a couple of roommates)