Adventure of Dirk: Hal’s Woman with “Dick-Sucking-Lips”

Dirk has a stimulating encounter with a friend’s wife.

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Dirk was halfway through another of his wandering road trips,
this time to see an old biker buddy of his who had moved two states away when
he was transferred by his company. Dirk had known Hal Jenkins since high
school; he was one of the few people that Dirk got along with, and they had
been friends ever since. When Hal got into motorcycles Dirk had approached him
about joining the MC, but Hal said he just wasn’t into it so he didn’t. That
didn’t matter to Dirk as Hal was a true biker in every sense of the word, and
the two of them had gone through some pretty interesting times and some pretty
interesting women before Hal was transferred.

When Hal called Dirk about six months ago to invite him to
his wedding, you could have knocked Dirk over with a feather. Hal was the last
person besides himself that Dirk would have ever thought would get married, but
Hal told Dirk that his fiancé, Renee, was ‘the woman of my dreams in every
possible way’ and that he wanted to marry her 'before she wises up!’ Dirk was
unable to make the wedding since it was scheduled for the following week – Hal
never was one for planning things out which is one reason Dirk never thought he
would ever get married – but they had planned instead on Dirk riding out to see
him and staying for a few days.

 The earliest Hal’s schedule at work would let that
happen was six months away, but the time had finally passed and now Dirk was
sitting in Hal’s man cave (his garage) with their bikes parked in the driveway,
cooling off after a long day’s ride. It was the afternoon of the last day of
Dirk’s two-day visit, and they had made the best of it. They were sitting in a
couple of foldable camp chairs enjoying a couple of cold bottles of beer with
Dirk still wearing his colors, talking about anything and everything, just
enjoying life and each other’s company.

“So whattaya think about my ol’ lady, Dirk?” Hal asked,
grinning at him over his beer bottle. “She’s really something, ain’t she?”

“Yes, she most certainly is!” Dirk replied, nodding as he
spoke. When he had met Renee upon his arrival, to say he was stunned would have
been the understatement of the year. The best way to describe Renee was to say
that she was what everyone thought about when they thought of the term 'biker
chick.’

Renee was about five feet five inches tall and around 115
pounds, Dirk would have guessed, with just enough meat on her bones to make her
look really good. Dirk also would have guessed that at least eight pounds of
that would have been breast meat, because Renee had a simply magnificent pair
of tits. Full and round with just the right amount of sag to make them wobble
inside the white halter top she was wearing when he first saw her, they were
truly a sight to behold. The halter top was showing about a mile of cleavage,
something which Dirk appreciated very much, and was a perfect match for the
low-slung faded jeans she was wearing. The jeans were skintight until they
reached her knees and then flared out just enough to give her a retro '60s
hippie kind of look. Her waist was tapered and her stomach was flat, and while
not as firm as a young girl’s it was still firm enough to be very enticing. The
faux diamond that hung from her navel only added to the look.

And to top it all off, Renee had the blackest hair Dirk had
ever seen, wavy and long, going down past her shoulders nearly to the middle of
her back. Her hair was very thick as well, so Dirk imagined that she had either
some Italian or Middle Eastern blood in her veins. The only thing missing from
Renee having a complete 'biker chick’ look was a tattoo or two, and when she
turned to walk away from him Dirk saw not only a rounded, firm ass that swayed
enticingly as she walked but a butterfly 'tramp stamp’ peeking out from above
the waistband her jeans as well.

But the thing that drew Dirk’s attention the most, even more
than her spectacular bustline (Dirk had always been a 'boob man’) was Renee’s
face, specifically her lips. Renee had big, dark brown eyes, high cheekbones,
and a perfect nose that sat above the fullest, softest, most beautiful and
absolutely perfect pair of lips he had ever seen.

He had no idea how Hal had been lucky enough to land a woman
who looked the way Renee looked, but he was glad for his old friend all the
same.

“Yeah, I’m damned lucky to have her, and you better believe
I know it!” Hal said, taking a pull from his beer. Dirk was just about to fire
up a cigar when Hal surprised him so much with his next statement that he
nearly burned his face off.

“And how about those lips, huh? Ain’t those the best pair of
dick sucking lips you’ve ever seen on a broad?” Hal said, grinning at Dirk.

“Jesus, Hal!” Dirk said, shaking his hand to put out the
match he was using to light the cigar.

“What?” Hal said, looking at him.

“That’s your wife you’re talking about, you know!” he said,
putting the cigar back into the pocket of his vest while he was trying to make
light of what he thought could turn out to be a bad situation. Hal quickly
proved that he had nothing to worry about.

“Hell, I know that! But she don’t mind, trust me,” Hal said,
grinning at Dirk. “I brag about her and those big DSLs to my friends all the
time whether she’s here or not!”

“And she really doesn’t mind?” Dirk asked, genuinely
surprised.

“Hell, no, she doesn’t mind!” Hal said, laughing. “She loves
to hear me brag about her! I think it kind of turns her on, you know?” he said,
lowering his voice in a conspiratorial way. “All I know is that every time she
hears me bragging about her DSLs to my friends, we have some of the best sex
ever!”

“Well, some women are like that, that’s for sure,” he said,
having run into a woman or two like that in his life as well.

“And besides, she really does!” Hal said, raising his beer
bottle to his lips to take another drink.

“She really does, what?” Dirk asked, doing the same.

“She really does suck a mean dick!” Dirk sprayed beer out of
his mouth when Hal said this.

“Dammit, Hal!” he said, sitting up and wiping the beer from
the front of his shirt and vest.

“Well, she does!” Hal insisted, not understanding what all
the fuss was about. “I tell ya, that woman can suck a golf ball through a
garden hose!”

“I’m sure she does – well, maybe not quite that good, but
still – warn me before you say something like that, willya?” Dirk said, sitting
back in his chair again.

“You don’t believe me,” Hal said, looking at Dirk.

“Huh?” Dirk said.

“About how good Renee is at sucking dick. You don’t believe
me!”

“Of course I do! You’ve never lied to me before, have you?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Okay, so why wouldn’t I believe you now?”

“Then what’s with that 'maybe not quite that good’ part,
then?” Hal asked.

“I didn’t mean anything by it, Hal, really,” Dirk said,
concerned that he’d hurt his friend’s feelings. “I’m sorry, I’m sure she’s just
as good at sucking dick as you say she is.”

“Okay, well, then let me prove it to you,” Hal said, a smile
creeping across his face.

“Prove it to me? How?” Dirk asked.

“By letting Renee suck your dick,” he said, grinning at
Dirk.

“Are you serious?” Dirk asked, staring at his old friend. “I
mean, really? You’re serious? You want Renee, your own wife, to suck my dick?”
he asked, not believing what he had heard.

“Serious as a heart attack, my brother!” Hal replied,
sitting back in his chair and grinning at Dirk. He lifted his beer bottle to
his lips and took a drink before continuing. “And trust me, when she’s done
with you, you’ll be thanking me for letting her do it! That woman can suck the
chrome off a trailer hitch, I tell ya!”

“This is incredible,” Dirk said, sitting back in his chair,
still holding his beer in one hand. “I can’t believe you’d have Renee do that!”

“Well, you’d better believe it, my friend, because it’s
about to happen!” Hal said, getting up and going over to the short staircase
leading to the door that opened into the house. He climbed up the three steps
and opened the door, then called out to his wife.

“Hey, Renee, darlin’, would you come in here for a minute,
please?” he said, then walked back over and sat down in the camp chair to await
her arrival. It was less than a minute later when Renee appeared in the
doorway, giving them both a big smile. She was wearing the same jeans as
before, but this time she was wearing a red and white striped tube top instead
of the halter.

Yes, baby? she said, her hands on the sides of the doorframe.

'My God, but that woman is hot! Dirk thought to himself, taking a drink
from his beer.

I been braggin on you and those DSLs of yours again to Dirk here, tellin
him all about how good you are at giving blowjobs and all, and I m not sure he
believes me, Hal said, motioning towards Dirk with his beer. Renee looked at
Dirk and her sm