Renee chuckled. “You want to okay it with the hubby, of course.” She nodded, accepting the arrangement even though she didn’t have to. She could have demanded privacy if she was to do anything at all with Kat.
Kat leaned over to reach for the laptop, which sat on a small stack of magazines on the small side table beside the couch. She felt the butterflies stirring in her stomach. Was she really doing this? Calling Julian to tell him that perhaps she really was going to sleep with her bandmate after all, and before the tour even kicked off on earnest.
Was she really about to inform her husband that she was going to fuck another woman?
“You know,” Renee said, dropping back down onto the couch again as close as before, so that her left leg was jammed right up against Kat’s right, “maybe we could see how he responds to the sight of us… you know… fooling around a little… on FaceTime…”
Kat was finishing setting up the laptop on the coffee table in front of them, and now turned to gaze at Renee, somewhat aghast.
“You know… test him out a little,” Renee gave her a wicked grin. “You know, it might not be so hard on him… if you’re with another woman.”
Kat felt a surge of heat blooming inside her. It felt deliciously wicked to think of calling Julian with Renee, the two of them perhaps being a little naughty right in front of him. “I guess… we could…” she said, her heart rate picking up even more.
“And,” Renee said, “I could help you… you know… make sure he’s okay with… you know… you and Daryl…”
“Hmm… I guess so…” Kat said, hitting the mouse to request the call with Julian. “But if he seems in any way reluctant…”
“I know,” Renee grinned. “But I bet he isn’t.”
“I mean, maybe Daryl’s too… you know…” Kat didn’t quite know how to put the power of her crush on the Blue Tonic drummer into words.
“Too gorgeous? Too completely fucktastic?” Renee giggled. “You know, if he wants you to sleep with other guys, there’s no way he wants you to sleep with guys you don’t fancy.”
Kat tilted her head, Renee’s point seeming logical.
God, her pussy was just about on fire.
“Hello?”
And there was Julian on screen, looking adorable, the mere sight of him tugging her heart strings like crazy.
“Hey sweetie!” she said joyously. “I hope you don’t mind… I have some company tonight.”
“Hey Jules!”
“Hey Renee! How’s it going?”
Renee said, “Good… great, actually. But I hope you don’t mind… I think we have something to confess…”
Chapter Nine
So strange how anticipation became such a big part of the fun for Julian. Even if he wasn’t physically with Kat, even if he wasn’t even on the phone with her most of the time she was away, he was still thinking about her, because he was driven to imagine what she might be doing about that little crush of hers.
That was when it got really hot. When she revealed her little crush on Little Drummer Boy. Daryl. Well, he didn’t need to disparage the guy, he was grateful Kat had a little thing for him. He actively hoped it would work out. He wanted Daryl to sleep with his wife.
She was so obviously taken with him. That call where he squeezed the guy’s name out of her, where she admitted, yeah, she was thinking about him. Thinking about fucking him.
That was so hot.
And then Julian got to spend most of the next day imagining how Kat would be with Daryl. All coy and blushing and heart-fluttering whenever she saw him in the hallway, or when she went to listen to the guy’s band rehearse. Or if Daryl went to hear The Ponytails.
He imagined Kat’s excitement, her body’s response to the teenage-style crush, and it seemed to translate directly into his own excitement. He got hard, for crying out loud, just thinking about Kat flirting with the guy.
It was like Christmas for kids: even if the presents turned out to be lame, the anticipation of the presents, the whole Christmas deal, was one hell of a ride.
Only with Kat, things weren’t as predictable as the advent journey toward Our Lord And Savior’s Birthday. Like when he spent all day dreaming of Kat being naughty with a younger man, a drummer, getting all wet from talking with him, from hoping so badly that he wanted her like she wanted him… and then at night when it came time to FaceTime with her, there was Kat… sitting next to her hot redhead of a bandmate, Renee, the two of them a little inebriated and, clearly, without a shadow of a doubt, horny as hell as they sat together on the end of Kat’s bed.
He smiled, but inside he actually felt his stomach sink. He did well to hide his disappointment, though it seemed almost annoying that Kat would bring her bandmate with her for the evening’s FaceTime call, thereby preventing another hot session, he thought.
But then Renee said, “I hope you don’t mind… I think we have something to confess…”
And it did make his heart thump a little harder in his chest. Maybe something else was a little harder, too, down below. What had they done? Something significant? Had they fucked already? And if they had, was Renee really going to be here while Kat told him all about it? He’d never really considered the possibility that if Kat fooled around while off on tour, that she would tell her lovers about her need to tell her husband everything. Far less have one of them present when she did so.
“Okay,” he said, trying to sound calm, and not like some horny adolescent. “What happened?”
“I’m kind of worried—”
“I kissed your—”
The two women spoke at once, over each other, and Julian couldn’t understand either of them as a result—but before either of them said anything significant, both women realized they were talking about two different subjects.
“Okay… okay,” Julian laughed, “One at a time, please.”
The women were so smiley, it calmed him, reassured him a little that nothing bad had happened to prompt their need for confession.
“You first,” Renee said to Kat, sliding a few inches back on the bed, almost off screen.
“No, you can go,” Kat said.
“Your choice,” Renee giggled. “Your husband.”
“You tell him what you were going to say.”
Renee slid back into place right next to Kat, her face blazing with excitement. “Just before we called you, I was making out with your wife in a major way,” she blurted out, almost stumbling over her words to get them to him ASAP.
She sat back slightly, waiting for his response.
“Really…” he said, his hardness seeming to set as though he’d taken a little blue pill. “Wow.”
Well, this was a positive turn. He almost couldn’t believe it—up until this whole tour had materialized he’d never really considered that Kat might have a bisexual streak. And ever since he’d started fantasizing about his wife being with other people, it was really mainly about her being naughty with other guys. But Renee looked so delicious on screen right there in front of him, he was both envious of his wife and delighted that she might have done something a little naughty with her.
“You’re not upset?” Kat said, looking suddenly more than a little worried.
“No…” he said, breaking out into a smile, his heart beat going all over the place. “No, sweetie, not at all. We talked about this, right?”
Renee said, “You see?”
Kat looked somewhat relieved, though Julian wasn’t entirely sure why considering what they had talked about before her flight out.
“We did talk about it, honey, didn’t we?” he asked her, for a moment or two half-suspecting perhaps he’d merely dreamt of talking about her fooling around with women like Renee. That they’d shaved Kat’s pussy specifically because Kat remembered her bandmate’s tastes.
“Uh… I guess so,” she smiled sweetly but with a hint of nerves in her eyes. “I just… I just… you know, there’s a difference between just talking about it and… you know… actually doing it.
”
Renee giggled. “You guys are so sweet.”
They were both laughing now. Kat brushed her dark hair out of her face. She was apparently wearing PJs, while Renee was in a white t-shirt with faded writing on it, including what Julian thought might be a Led Zeppelin logo.
“You’ve got my permission to do what you like on tour,” Julian said. “And I mean anything. I just… you know… want to hear about it if possible.”
The two women looked at each other now, grinning wickedly. “You have the best husband in the world, you know that?”
Kat glanced back at the webcam and said, “Oh, I know that.” Then she turned to Renee. “You don’t have a problem with me… telling stuff to my husband, do you?”
Renee smirked. “Oh no, you can tell him whatever you like.” The woman with the luminous red hair leaned in and Julian saw her hand snake gently around Kat’s head. Kat was surprised, but going with it, leaning into her bandmate, tilting her head slightly, their pert little noses touching gently against each other’s cheeks, their lips coming lightly together.
There was even a little tongue going on that he could see, though their kiss was cautious, light, gentle.
Wow. His cock was trying to burst out of his pants. His wife was kissing a beautiful redhead right in front of him.
When the kiss was done, the two parted again and Kat brushed her hair out of her face, looking slightly bashful.
“You like that, hubby?” Renee grinned.
“Uh-huh,” he said, again trying to keep calm, one hand subtly dropping between his legs, pressing against his bulge there.
The redhead turned to Kat. “I told you he’d be okay with it.”
She leaned in again and the two women tenderly kissed once more, their eyes closing, their lips brushing against each other, pressing against each other, sucking gently on each other.
Julian saw his wife was blushing when the two women parted again, a trifle breathless this time.
He had no idea what to say. About this, about anything.
Renee broke the silence. “So… what were you gonna tell hubby?” she asked Kat.
“Huh?” Kat looked blank.
“Before. Sounded like you had… something different to confess.”
Renee gave her a mischievous grin, feeling like she was forcing something out that maybe Kat wasn’t totally sure of, though she’d been about to mention something in response to Renee’s declaration that there was something for her to confess.
“Oh… uh…” Kat glanced uncertainly at her laptop and Julian.
Then Renee looked at Julian herself, and said, “You know your wife has a huge crush on one of the guys in one of our supporting bands, right?”
He noticed Kat giving her bandmate a sharp look, and Kat was blushing even more fiercely now.
“Sure,” he told Renee, as though nothing was amiss at all, though it was fascinating to hear the keyboardist describe his wife’s crush on Daryl as “huge”. Actually made his hardness throb a little, though no doubt most husbands would be driven insane with jealousy. Then he asked Kat, “Did something happen today, honey? Did you ask him out?”
Renee grinned, as though Kat had kept it a secret that her husband had been actively encouraging her to ask the Blue Tonic drummer out on a damn date.
“Uh… no…” Kat said.
“He came to listen to her play today,” Renee reported. “It’s so obvious he wants her.”
“That’s great, honey,” Julian said, emphasizing his positivity.
“You see?” Renee chuckled, “Hubby is totally on board. You lucky thing.” Then she turned to Julian, said, “So Jules… are you the kind of guy who’ll just turn a blind eye to your wife…”
He was about to answer when Renee answered herself, saying, “Of course you’re not… you’ve already said you want to know everything that happens, right?”
“Uh-huh,” he said.
“The thought turns you on, right? Your wife having as little fun on the side…”
Again, Julian agreed. There was no point in hiding anything from her. She already knew most of it.
Renee put a hand on Kat’s thigh, and told her, “You know, it’s not uncommon. Especially when couples have been married a while. George knows loads of—”
“He’s not like George,” Kat insisted. There was something in her attitude toward George, Julian had noticed. She wasn’t keen on his dynamic with Josie.
“No,” Renee agreed, stroking Kat’s leg as though soothing her. “He’s nothing like George. You’re nothing like George and Josie.”
“No.”
“Josie cheats on George, because most of the time he doesn’t find out about it. Jules… well, he wants to know everything. Like… why are you so worried about Daryl? He’s a hottie.”
Kat glanced at Julian, and gave a little nod, as though admitting she needed to say something. She said, quietly, “I… I kind of like him, honey…”
Julian smiled, but inside the uncertainty was stirring up the butterflies in his stomach. “You’re supposed to… ‘kind of like’ them, sweetie,” he said. “There’s no point… you know… dating them if you don’t… right?”
She nodded, but didn’t seem entirely convinced. “I know… but… I kind of… really like him.”
Julian felt the butterflies in his stomach start trying to escape. Now here was where the whole risk of his little kink might turn dangerous: what if his wife fell head over heels for another guy? What if the guy couldn’t accept her remaining with her husband, let alone telling her husband about their relationship? What if he lost his wife to another man?
“But it’s… not like you’re in love with him, are you?” Renee asked her.
“No, of course not,” Kat said fairly decisively.
“So what’s the problem?”
Kat sighed, “I don’t know… I’ve never… really wanted someone like this… you know… since I met you, Jules.”
Julian swallowed. “You think you might fall for him?” he asked her.
She shook her head. “No, it isn’t like that…”
“You just really, really want to fuck him,” Renee giggled. “And what is wrong with that?”
Julian gently stroked himself through his pants, feeling the anxiety subsiding again, the arousal swelling. He liked the idea of Kat really, really wanting someone. Desperate to fuck this other man.
“It’s okay, honey,” he said trying to put into words what he was feeling. “This isn’t just about you… making sure you scratch an itch that needs scratching while you’re on tour.”
She looked at him, via her laptop, and as he spoke, it seemed to him that some new glint lit up in her dark eyes as she came to understand him more.
“I want you to have fun,” he said, “but more than that… I like the idea of you having a… you know… amazing experience. Not limiting yourself… really… going for whatever opportunity presents itself…”
“God…” Renee said, quietly in awe.
“If you have a huge crush on this guy, then that’s great—the only thing I ask is that you don’t shut me out of your experience.” Julian felt himself quoting something he’d read on one of the chat forums devoted to wife-sharing. It was something he’d been looking at, thanks to Google’s search results, as he had increasingly been trying to understand his new urges.
“I won’t shut you out,” Kat promised. She looked well and truly stunned by what Julian had said. He kind of liked that.
“God damn,” Renee said. “Now I feel like I want to know all the details, too, when you bang the shit out of Daryl… so exciting…”
Kat smiled, a little more confidently, and brushed her hair out of her face again. Renee leaned over and pinched her PJ top about the waist, first with one hand and then both.
“This is cute,” she said.
“Thank you,” Kat replied.
“Why don’t you take it off?”
Kat looked at her bandmate, a little surprised.
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p; Renee grinned. “You know what you’re supposed to do to keep a long-distance relationship healthy?”
“What?”
“A lot of phone sex… or FaceTime sex… or whatever the techies are calling it these days…” Renee giggled. “You know… everything I’m not doing with my husband every night.”
“It’s true,” Julian agreed.
“So come on,” Renee tugged on Kat’s PJ top. “Take it off.”
Julian felt a burst of warmth spreading from his loins. “You can take it off, honey,” he urged her, not knowing where Renee was taking this, but feeling that it was pretty hot, the idea of her stripping in front of another horny bisexual woman right there on his screen.
“Really?” Kat said, again giving Julian a mildly uncertain glance.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“Okay,” Kat laughed nervously, and as Renee reached forward to pull her top off, she put her arms up in the air to allow her bandmate to pull it off over her head.
“She’s not wearing a bra,” a clearly delighted Renee pointed out as she peeled the top off her bandmate to expose her bare breasts, and those stiff little dusky nipples.
“No,” Kat grinned, and once the top was off, nervously played with her hair, combing it back with her fingers so that it flowed down her back. They were both laughing as Renee leaned forward to cup and then gently stroke Kat’s breasts. Then she ducked down to kiss her, to suck on her nipples.
Julian just sat back, quietly amazed.
“This is what you’re supposed to do for a long-distance relationship?” Kat quipped as she allowed her bandmate to lick and suck on her nipples, brushing Renee’s hair out of the way to allow Julian to see everything going on.
“Of course,” Renee agreed, lifting up in order to move over to Kat’s other nipple. “It doesn’t matter what kind of phone sex… as long as both husband and wife are involved…”
Kat turned to her screen to check on how Julian was taking all this, and Julian made sure to smile, and show her the bulge he was stowing in his pants. He shared an isn’t-this-just-so-totally-crazy kind of a look with her, and then she turned back to Renee.
Sitting up, Renee suggested, “You wanna help me take my top off?” Then after a moment she seemed to remember where she was, since she added, “Oh… unless you didn’t want your husband to see, of course…”
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