Page 39 of Jigsaw
Epilogue
One Month after the Sturgis Rally
Jigsaw
Willow and I had settled into a comfortable routine. After getting her moved into our house, we set up the spare bedroom as her office, and she got to work. I tried to understand all the spreadsheets and numbers but was clueless to what it all meant. We took rides every afternoon. Sometimes she would ride on mine, and other days, she would ride her Kawasaki.
Today, I asked her to ride with me. I had a little surprise for my freaky wife, and I was eager to show her my idea. After we got on the road and eventually off on an exit down the interstate, I pulled a blindfold out of my front pocket and handed it to her at a stoplight.
“Put this on before we get to the next light,” I instructed.
She took it, and I saw her staring at it with curiosity as I pulled away from the light. But she didn’t question me, and that was a point in her favor. I would never dictate what I expected of Willow, but when she showed me her trust, without question, it made her that much more amazing.
When the next light came into view, I saw her slip the black blindfold over her eyes and made sure her arms were secured around my waist. I didn’t want her to fall off but didn’t want to ruin my surprise either. When I knew she couldn’t see my movements, I turned the bike, making a few zigzags until I was headed down the road to the lonely diner in the middle of nowhere.
Passing the empty parking lot, I knew that was where we would eat dinner after we got finished. Farther down, I turned onto the road where I took Willow that first day, and when her fingertips dug into my stomach, I felt like she may have realized where we were.
But it wasn’t the ‘where’—it was the ‘what’ that I was eager about.
Slowing the bike down, I tapped her knee and said, “Take the blindfold off.”
With one hand still around me, she lifted the blindfold with the other and blinked in the bright sunlight. The tree where she and I first got reacquainted with each other was just ahead, and I saw her smile in the rear-view mirror.
I pulled the bike up alongside the tree and pushed the kickstand down but didn’t turn the bike off. I lifted my hand to her, and she took it, careful to not burn herself as she climbed off. Willow looked around, then she turned to me.
“Get undressed,” I ordered.
Without question, she pulled her shirt off over her head and removed her bra with a flick of her fingers. Next were boots, followed by her blue jeans and panties. When she was fully naked in front of me, I offered her my hand. She started to climb back on behind me, but I tugged her to the front.
Curiosity was written across her face as she moved to the front of the bike. Pushing back from my seat, I gave her room to climb on in front of me but had to stop her again when she tried to mount the bike facing forward.
She snapped her gaze to me, and I saw the moment when it dawned on her what I wanted. My cock was pressing against the zipper of its denim prison, and with a relieved sigh, I lowered the zipper, letting it free.
It was resting against the seat between my legs as Willow kicked her long leg over the bike, facing me. Her heavy, piercedbreasts were perfect globes in front of me as she settled onto the bike, waiting for my instructions. I pressed against the center of her chest, forcing her to lie back across the tank of the bike.
“Is that comfortable?” I asked, and she nodded. “Good.”
Leaning over, I pulled a taunt nipple into my mouth as I brushed my fingertips against her wet center, feeling her need for me leaking onto the leather seat. Neither of us would last long, but I wanted her to come before I shoved my cock into her. I licked and sucked on her nipples as I rubbed and massaged her clit. When her hips began to move, I lifted one hand and revved the motor, giving her the world’s most powerful vibrator to help get her off.
“Dean,” she moaned between the revving of the engine, and when her back arched off the bike and her walls squeezed my fingers, I knew she was ready.
My cock was ready to explode, and I gave it a firm stroke, needing some relief. When Willow’s eyes met mine, I leaned over and kissed her deeply, probing her wet pussy with the head of my cock. Slipping it in, she gasped into my mouth at the intrusion. She wrapped her legs around me and tried to use her feet against her back rest to get leverage, but she couldn’t find any.
When I lifted the kickstand from the ground and placed my feet onto the pegs, she looked up at me, and I used that opportunity to shove my cock hard into her as I pulled off slowly, leaving the paved road and our tree behind us. The dirt road led to an abandoned farm that I knew no one would be at, and the farther down the road I drove, the closer I got to coming.
The engine’s vibrations coupled with my thrusting into her had her eyes closing and her hand reaching down to rub her clit. I had to keep both hands on the bike to keep us steady as I increased the speed. We were going maybe twenty miles perhour down the dirt road while I used my hold on the handlebars to find traction to fuck her hard and fast.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she yelled, and I revved the motor, pushing us faster as I chased my orgasm.
“Me too,” I returned, feeling her walls grip my cock like a vice. “Fuck . . . Willow.”
My orgasm was intense, and it took extreme concentration to keep the bike upright and on two wheels as I emptied my balls into my wife’s perfect pussy. My vision was spotty, and when I slowed the bike to a stop and looked down, Willow was smiling with her eyes closed.
“Darlin’?” I asked, and she looked up at me. “Are you okay?”
Willow sat up, leaving my still hard cock inside her as she scooted closer and kissed me before asking, “Can we do that on the road where you can get some speed going?”
I laughed, knowing that today was a precursor to that exact fantasy—my wife riding my cock as we drove down the road into the unknown. Kissing her, I replied, “As soon as we can.”
