Adventures of Dirk: Discovering A Lost Tigress  (part 1)

Dirk does a favor for a friend with unexpected results.

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Dirk & Wally

“You want me to do what?” Dirk asked, one eyebrow cocked up,
a quizzical look on his face. He was raising his beer to his lips when Wally,
one of his best friends from high school, had said something that made his hand
stop halfway up to his face, the beer suspended in mid-air. Dirk was so surprised
that he half expected the bar to go quiet at this revelation, but of course it
didn’t. They were sitting at a small round table in the center of the dark
biker bar, and no one paid any attention to them except the waitress whenever
they needed a refill. She had already been there twice, and Dirk was now sure
she would be coming back again very soon.

 “I want you to have sex with my wife,” he repeated
simply. He said this as matter-of-factly as if he had been stating a well-known
and obvious fact, but to Dirk it was anything but. “I want you to come over to
my house tomorrow night at seven o'clock and have sex with my wife.”

“You want me to fuck your wife,” Dirk repeated, making Wally
grimace slightly at his use of the common terminology for having sex. Wally
sighed before replying.

“Yes, Dirk, I want you to fuck my wife,” he said, pushing
his black horn-rimmed glasses up onto his nose.

“Why, Wally?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and putting the
now-empty beer on the table. He leaned over and crossed his forearms on the
table, hands resting on his biceps, looking his friend in the eyes as he spoke.
“Why would you want me to do this? I mean, after all, she’s your fuckin’ wife,
for cryin’ out loud, not some bimbo hanging around the clubhouse looking for
stray dick!”

“It’s a long story, Dirk, and to be honest it’s not
something I want to go into right now,” Wally replied, toying with his own beer
sitting on the table in front of him. “Let’s just say that Stephanie and I are
both looking for something to make our sex life more - well, exciting, I guess
- and we both think that this will do it.”

“Uh huh,” Dirk said, reaching inside his leather club vest
for his cigarettes and lighter. He shook one out of the pack and put it in his
mouth, then thumbed open his Zippo lighter and spun the wheel, tossing the pack
of cigarettes onto the table. After lighting his cigarette the lighter
followed. Dirk took a deep drag on his cigarette and then sat back, crossing
his arms over his chest and blowing out the smoke as he looked at his friend.

Dirk and Wally were the exact opposites from each other in
just about every way, yet they were best friends. They’d been that way ever
since high school when Dirk saved Wally from getting the shit kicked out of him
by a couple of punks at school one day. Dirk had always hated bullies, so when
he saw what was going on with Wally in the locker room one afternoon, he
stepped in and took care of things. Two of the punks ended up going to the
hospital and Dirk was suspended for a week, but that paved the way for he and
Wally to become fast friends. Wally was the quintessential nerd, a true geek in
every sense of the word, but he had a heart of gold and his loyalty could only
be compared to that of a Golden Retriever. His common sense had kept Dirk out
of trouble several times for the rest of their time in high school, and Dirk
never forgot that. He loved Wally just as much as he loved his brothers in his
motorcycle club, and he knew that Wally felt the same way.

After high school Wally had gone to the local junior college
and come out with a degree in accounting, and now worked for the local bank as
the manager of accounts. Dirk’s life had taken a completely different course.
He held down several small jobs for a couple of years, then joined a motorcycle
club in the next town over and immersed himself in the biker culture. That
lifestyle fit Dirk like a glove, although at times he found it hard to balance
it with the responsibilities that came with having to hold down a job. But that
all ended when, at 24 years of age, Dirk’s parents had been killed in a car
crash and he had inherited enough money and stock holdings to keep him
comfortable for the rest of his life. He wasn’t rich by any means, but he
didn’t have to work anymore, either, and that was just fine with him. So he had
spent the last couple of years roaming around the country on his motorcycle,
living the nomad life, taking life as it came and just enjoying it. He’d had
his fair share of one-night stands along the way, the most recent being a very
pleasant encounter with a plump lady farmer out in the Midwest, and had
experienced plenty of wild and unusual things along the way, but this one
sitting in front of him right now took the cake. After looking at Wally for
several long moments, he finally spoke.

“And Stephanie’s okay with this?” he asked. Stephanie was
Wally’s female counterpart in that she was just as big a nerd as he was, right
up to the black glasses. Even though she never dressed up or wore makeup, Dirk
could see that she was an attractive brunette with what he suspected was a
simply killer body that she always hid beneath loose or baggy clothing, so he
could only guess at what she really looked like. The most serious thing he’d
ever seen her in was a gray lady’s business suit, and while it wasn’t exactly
form-fitting it at least gave him a general idea of what her figure looked
like. And from what Dirk could see, she didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.
He was a boob man, as most bikers are, and he guessed that Stephanie was sporting
at least a pair of “C” cups beneath her frumpy clothing. Now it looked like he
was going to find out for himself - if he agreed, that is.

“It was her idea,” Wally replied, making Dirk’s eyebrows go
up in surprise, “although I will admit that I kind of steered her into it,” he
said, looking down at the table for a moment before looking back up at Dirk.

“So you’re okay with it as well, then,” Dirk said, taking a
drag from his cigarette and then blowing the smoke out as he continued. “You
have no problem with me playing ‘hide the salami’ with your wife, no problem at
all? Is that right?”

“Yes, Dirk, I’m okay with it,” he replied. “Really, it’s
fine. Perfectly fine!” Dirk leaned forward onto the table again and then spoke.

“Why me, Wally?” Dirk asked.

“Because we trust you - because I trust you, my old friend,”
Wally said, leaning forward and putting his own elbows on the table as he
spoke, his voice lowered. “You’re the only man I know that I trust enough to do
this for us. Because I trust you enough to know that you won’t hurt her or take
advantage of her, and because I know you will keep this between just the three
of us. And I know that Stephanie feels the same way.”

“Stephanie hardly knows me, Wally,” Dirk said. “I mean, I
think I’ve only seen her four or five times in the five years that the two of
you have been married.”

“But I know you, Dirk, and that’s good enough for her,”
Wally replied.

“Fair enough,” Dirk said, nodding his head and snuffing out
his cigarette in the ashtray on the table.

“So will you do it, Dirk?” Wally asked, his voice hopeful.
“Will you do this for us? Will you do it for me?” Dirk looked at him a moment
before giving his reply.

“Sure thing, Wally, I’ll do it,” Dirk said, holding his hand
out to shake with his friend. Wally took his hand and shook it briefly, smiling
at Dirk as he did so. “I’ll come fuck your wife for you. After all, what are
friends for?” he said, grinning.

“Thank you, Dirk, thank you so much!” Wally said, grinning
back at him. “I can’t wait to tell Stephanie!” he said, standing up from the
table and then abruptly heading for the door. Dirk turned in his chair and
watched him go, then turned back around again.

“What kind of weird shit have I gotten myself into this
time?” Dirk muttered to himself, reaching for another cigarette.

Dirk & Stephanie

The next night at a few minutes before seven PM Dirk rode
down Wally’s street on his bike, his loud pipes bouncing off the houses and
reverberating around the neighborhood. Dirk loved his bike, a silver and black
2003 Harley-Davidson 100th Anniversary Edition Heritage Softail Classic, and he
took very good care of it. He and that bike had seen a lot of countryside,
travelled a lot of roads, and lived a whole lot of life over the past few
years, and every time Dirk threw his leg over the bike to ride it he was filled
with excitement at what was waiting for him just down the road.

And tonight, his best friend’s wife was waiting for him just
down the road. A part of him was still trying to figure out just what the fuck
was going on with all this; he knew that some couples enjoyed sharing their
mates with other people and that some men liked being 'cuckolded,’ but he never
thought for a moment that Wally and Stephanie would be included in that group.
Apparently he was wrong, or he wouldn’t be riding down the street to Wally’s
house now to fuck his wife. Wally was no cuckold, that’s for sure, because his
wife was just as timid as he was and didn’t h