He exploded inside her, and she was just so turned on by it all that it triggered her own climax. She was riding him and cursing and gasping and crying out, her whole body seeming to bloom into one great fireball over her man.
Afterward, she was just shattered. She just had to lie there a while, sucking in breath.
“How long until we have to get to the airport?” Julian asked her, spooning up against her hot, clammy body.
“Uh… seven hours,” she said, glancing at the alarm clock on her bedside table.
He licked his fingers, and now reached between her legs. She couldn’t believe he was still game. “Why don’t you tell me something hot?” he asked her.
“Like what?” she smiled, even though he couldn’t see her face properly from where he lay behind her.
“Like… how it was the first time you ever slept with a woman…”
It made her giggle. All guys liked to hear about that kind of stuff, didn’t they? Girls sleeping with girls. Women playing with women. But how many husbands liked to hear about their wives’ dirty pasts like this? And how many husbands wanted their wives to go out and actively create new dirty stories about debauchery like Julian?
“It was… back in college…” she said, moaning as his fingers stirred inside her, and she felt his cock pressing up against her behind, thickening up almost magically as she began to speak. “I went home with this guy from a party… and it turned out he had a girlfriend…”
“And you slept with her?”
“I slept with both of them…”
Chapter Seven
Julian had never had that bittersweet moment at the airport with his wife before. It wasn’t so much that they never took trips away from each other, it was just that they had never really spent any extended periods of time away from each other before. So here, for the first time, Julian took Kat to the airport and experienced a tearful goodbye.
And it actually was pretty painful. He was counting down the seconds until they got to security, and she had to go through, and he wouldn’t be able to go with her any further.
She was wearing a tight black Guns ’n Roses t-shirt and jeans, and as usual she made it seem like the sexiest outfit on Earth. Her hair was tied in a loose plait to fall down one side of her head, her make-up applied to the point where her husband was wondering if she was going to ask one of the flight attendants out on a date.
He was missing her before they’d even parted.
“It’ll only be a couple weeks, and then you’ll be flying out to see me,” she said.
“I guess so,” he nodded, trying to suck it up, be a man, all that good stuff. “Won’t be long.”
Meanwhile his insides felt like they were being shredded.
“It’s going to be like we have a long-distance relationship,” he said, joking but really not.
She smiled, oh-so-sweetly. “We can do this,” she said. “We know we can.” She hugged him, squeezing him tightly, her breasts crushed against his chest through that thin t-shirt.
“You’ll call me as often as you can?” he asked her. “On FaceTime, right?”
“Of course,” she grinned. “And you don’t need to worry about me at all.”
“No, I know that.”
Plenty of couples have to go through the Airport Goodbye. Julian looked to the other side of the security line and there was another couple looking as though they were going through exactly the same thing. Well, not quite exactly the same thing.
The thing was, though, most of these couples, if any, hadn’t already talked about the wife going away and acting as though she was single. That seemed like the elephant in the room right now for Julian and Kat.
“You’ll tell me everything, won’t you?” he asked her, hugging her back as though wanting a promise from her before he’d let her go.
“I will,” she said. “But you know, I’ll probably be okay without… you know… other people.”
“Will you, though?” he pushed his head back, stared in her dark, dark eyes.
She blushed fiercely. “I can… deal with things… myself…”
As much as he enjoyed the mental image of her dealing with things herself, Julian still harbored that powerful fantasy of her not being able to deal with things herself.
He held her gaze, said quietly, “But if you can’t… for whatever reason… after a gig… before a gig… in between songs…”
“I don’t need it in between songs!” she chided him.
“But… whatever. If you need it, you go out and get it, right?” he said, feeling his heart pummeling the inside of his chest, his cock thickening up stupidly hard.
“Jesus,” she gasped, pressing herself up against his hardness, her eyes flicking back and forth between his, trying to understand how her husband could be so turned on just then.
“Say it,” he insisted. “Say it.”
She gulped. Nodded. Looked him in the eyes and said, “If I need it, I’ll go out and get it.”
“And you’ll do it safely?”
“I’ll do it safely.”
“And you’ll tell me everything.”
“I’ll tell you everything.”
For a moment she put her hand onto his hard cock and stroked it. Right there outside airport security. Then she looked into his eyes and giggled. “Most husbands wouldn’t be urging their wives to go out and sleep with other people right about now,” she said.
Julian shrugged. “Most husbands don’t have sexy wives in rock bands going on tour,” he said.
She flung her arms around him again and kissed him deeply. Then a mere whisper, “Goodbye. I love you so much…”
And she stepped back away from him, and he could see her face scrunching up a little as she fought back the tears. That didn’t help Julian. He tried to focus on how beautiful she was. Her t-shirt was riding up a little, exposing a hint of her stunning midriff beneath. Her jeans were so tight, it was close to cameltoe territory. If she sat next to a guy on the flight, he felt certain the guy would fly the whole way with a massive erection.
They smiled at each other, their insides hurting. A little wave, and then she was gone.
*
He was surprised by just how much fear he experienced on the way back from the airport. It was just about enough to get him to pull over the car halfway back to home just so he could breathe. He sat there gasping.
Had he really just told his wife she could sleep with whoever she wanted? And let her go off flying across to the other side of the country?
Part of him felt like he’d been a complete idiot. Sure, Kat had been wild during her band days before, but she hadn’t been married to him back then. What made him think she wasn’t going to just run off and end their marriage after tasting that freedom again? It wasn’t as though they had something like kids to keep them committed. Marriage—well, it was just a piece of paper, wasn’t it?
And yet all the while he felt the fear overwhelming him, he also sat there in the front of his car with a colossal erection stowed in his pants.
His wife was going away to perform in front of thousands of people, dressing up sexy as hell, thrashing the hell out of a guitar, which made her horny enough when she was doing it in the privacy of their own attic room, let alone in front of all those people…
Maybe she would be able to deal with her lust on her own, or in FaceTime calls with him, as she maintained she could. But a big part of him was hoping she really couldn’t. To the perverted side of his brain, the one thing that could make his pretty wife hotter still was if she turned into some kind of adulterous goddess.
Julian had to breathe deeply and accept that he was probably a little unhinged.
Kat would do what she had to do. He knew she’d be responsible. He tried to see their immediate future as win-win. If she coped without being unfaithful, then… he’d just see how strong she was, and how strong her commitment to their marriage was. And if she needed to sleep with someone else… well, if she shared the details with him, it wo
uld make their marriage stronger, Julian was sure of it.
*
Waiting, that was what most of the tour would be for him. Waiting. Oh, he could focus on work, sure. Taking things home from the office to tide him over in the evenings, if he had to, even. But it was all still waiting. Waiting for the West Coast to get up in the morning. Waiting for Kat to text him good morning, to send him a photo looking out of her hotel room, to let him know what her day was going to be like. Waiting for her to reply to his texts, waiting for her rehearsal to be over. Waiting for her to have supper, waiting to find out if she was doing anything in the evening. Waiting to see how her night out went.
Waiting to see if she ended up with anyone else in her bed.
The first two weeks the band would be in LA, and their plans were for a fairly rigorous period of rehearsal. Then, the tour would start properly. Julian was going to fly down there to see the first concert and see them off on the road, though he wouldn’t be staying more than the weekend, since he had to get back to work.
That was the plan, anyway. Till then he just had to wait for everything to kick off and fall into place.
After her flight into LA, he had nothing but a quick sleepy call with Kat, and then some text messages. The next morning the band went straight into rehearsals. Then it was dinner in the evening. With the time difference, he had to wait until 2am to see her, and that was even with her getting to bed relatively early.
But then, there she was on his computer screen, looking absolutely gorgeous. God, he missed her. She seemed to be dressed down, wearing a thin bath robe, maybe a kimono.
“Hey honey, how are you?”
“Good… sorry it’s so late…”
“Oh, no problem.”
“I’ve missed you so much.” Sitting on the couch in the living room, Julian had his laptop perched on the coffee table. Kat looked so pretty on his screen, he could hardly believe it, even though she did seem a little tired.
“I’ve been missing you, too,” he said, his words feeling clumsy, like he couldn’t express himself well, now she was actually calling him in person. “How’s it been going?”
“Oh, good,” she said, so smiley, so upbeat. “We had such a great first rehearsal—it’s like we never even split up. And then dinner…”
“Dinner was good?”
“It was pretty great… but I was missing you. And I couldn’t wait to get back to call you.”
He leaned back, smiling, content that he meant so much to her. “Well, I’ve just been waiting around,” he said. “My whole life now seems to revolve around waiting to see you again, sweetie.”
She smiled and swept her hair out of her face. But Julian sensed something awkward in her manner. Something she wanted to say that was difficult for her to get out.
“You’re on your own, right?” she asked me.
“Uh-huh. Of course.”
“‘Cause you know… doing the whole long-distance thing…”
“Yeah?”
“It’s important to… you know… turn each other on… right?” she said. “Regularly.”
“Of course—very important.”
“Okay…” she gulped. “So… one of us has to get the ball rolling, right? If we’re going to survive…”
He was a touch confused. Only later, after the call, would he realize that actually, she was just horny as hell, really distractedly so, only things seemed too awkward between them to do anything about it at first, because… well, because they’d just never done anything like it before.
It was funny how hard it was to start something as intimate as this, even though they’d been together for so long. They just didn’t do it before via computers.
“I… uh… yeah…” he stammered, not sure quite how to do this.
“Okay, honey,” she said, seeming to take a deep breath. “I want you to unzip your pants for me.”
The resolute tone in her voice was enough to start him thickening up. He did as she asked.
“Put your hands on your… your cock,” she said. He did what she told him, placing his hands on the thickening bulge in his undershorts.
Kat leaned back in her chair, her hands moving to her breasts, her bathrobe falling a little open, and then a lot open.
“I missed you so much, honey,” she said, exposing her gorgeous breasts to him, cupping them in her hands, fondling them.
“I missed you, too,” he said, feeling like he had a frog in his throat.
“Show it to me,” she said in a low voice. “Show me your cock.”
He slipped his cock out of the fly of his undershorts, allowing it to stand straight up for her.
“Oh God…” she said, moaning as she massaged her breasts. “I miss it too much… squeeze it for me, will you? Hold it tight…”
He did as she asked, and on his screen, Kat stood up to show him her bare chest, her flat stomach, her bare midriff, her little white panties and all that smooth, golden skin. She turned slowly and slipped off her kimono.
“Oh honey… you look so good,” he said, not really knowing what to say.
“Thank you,” she said, turning back to face him, but sitting again before he could see anything below her waist. She brushed her hair out of her face again, and told him, “keep your hand on your cock, honey. I want to watch you stroking it…”
He did as she asked, glancing at the little window FaceTime provided to show him what his camera was showing her. From this angle, it was pretty flattering to his size. But she really was getting him seriously hard.
“God, you have a beautiful cock,” she said. The dirty words sounding strange, but wonderfully hot coming out of her mouth. “I miss the way it feels… the way it tastes…”
She closed her eyes and sighed, and it seemed at least one of her hands was in between her thighs right now, even though he could see only her chest, her pert breasts, those stiff little nipples, and upwards.
“…I miss the way you feel in my pussy…” she moaned. “Oh honey… imagine you’re kissing my breasts right now… you’re licking my nipples… oh that feels so good…”
She giggled, a touch self-conscious about what they were doing, but deliciously so. She brushed her hair out of her face again before putting her hands behind her head to offer him a superb view of her breasts.
“I love kissing your breasts, honey,” he said, trying to keep up. “Sucking on your nipples…”
“Keep stroking your cock for me,” she said, closing her eyes briefly as she sighed, “You’re making me so wet…”
He chuckled, “I think your rehearsal made you wet, honey.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” she smiled, “I think… the prospect of a tour… well, it’s really got me going, honey.”
“How did you feel after the rehearsal today?” He asked her.
“Just… oh God, I was ready to fuck my microphone stand, or something…” she leaned in to move the camera, said, “hey, check this out, sweetie…”
She moved the camera down so he could no longer see her face. But he could see her stomach… then the top of her white panties, which she pushed down so he could almost see a hint of her pussy. She stuffed her hand between her legs, stirring it up against her sex, moaning as she did so, and when she sat back slightly so that he could see more of her panties, he could see a huge wet patch across most of the crotch.
“You know how horny I get,” she tilted her head and he was able to see her face on camera as well as everything else.
“Oh yes, honey,” he said, slowly stroking his cock so that he wasn’t going to immediately burst.
“But this was like… you know… Jesus, we’re doing a whole new tour! So exciting…” She sat back in the chair now, and Julian could see her from forehead to thighs, her panties hiding her pussy but her hand moving over it to the point where it was clear what she was doing.
“Oh…” she groaned.
“So if you’re that horny in rehearsals,” he said, “how are you going to cope when the shows st
art?”
Sure, sure, he remembered what they’d talked about easily enough. They’d discussed her freedom to essentially fuck whoever she wanted. But since she’d landed in LA, she’d seemed to talk like she wanted to try holding onto monogamy if possible. And anyway, he wanted to hear her say it. He wanted her to talk about the possibility of her cheating.
“I know I can call you,” she smiled sweetly, and lifted up her knees, her feet resting on the table on which her laptop was sitting. Her panties rode up her thighs closer to her knees as she reached around her legs to continue touching herself. “I know I can come see your beautiful cock. And you’ll stroke it for me and get all hard…” she sighed, “Oh God, I’m so wet for you…”
She peeled off her panties the rest of the way and then opened her legs so he could see her beautiful pussy, all shaven startlingly bare, glistening with her juices.
She had something in her hands now, something purple. He asked her, “What’s that?”
“Oh this?” she grinned. “Something new. Maybe even a secret weapon to help me through.”
She held it up to show him. A vibrator, but a fairly sophisticated looking one. He felt strangely deflated to see it, though it was kind of sexy in her hand. It seemed to him this was her opting out of their little agreement.
“I wish it was your tongue here instead,” she said, stroking her dark pussy lips.
“Me too, honey,” he said, feeling his cock softening slightly in his grip. “I love going down on you…”
“And your cock…” she moaned, “sliding into me…”
Perhaps she noticed his cock soften slightly. She seemed slightly confused for a moment, though she hid it well. He increased the speed of his stroking to boost his stiffness, and with her on his screen like that, legs spread, twirling little circles over her pussy with her fingers, he was soon fully hard again.
But she’d noticed that moment, he was sure of it. The moment of disappointment.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” she yelped quietly, her body seeming to tense up as her middle finger and forefinger focused on the most sensitive parts of her pussy. She needed release, badly, and staring at her husband’s thick cock was going to take her there, along with her expert fingers.
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