Rock Her World

by Max Sebastian

  Kat laughed, “Oh, I don’t mind if he sees you. I mean, fair’s fair, right?”

  Julian’s eyes widened as his wife gave him another naughty little smirk before turning to the redhead, to reach for her waist and start peeling off her t-shirt. Renee had a pale purple bra on underneath, and after shedding her t-shirt, Kat reached around her bandmate to unfasten her bra, looking as though she was embracing the redhead.

  This wasn’t just his wife having a wicked secret encounter with her bandmate and then recounting some of the details to her husband afterward. She was stripping Renee off right in front of him. It seemed so unlikely.

  Now Kat spread her hands all over Renee’s breasts, fondling them, giggling a little as she did so in echo of how Renee had treated her.

  “Doesn’t it seem like a lifetime ago that we last did this kind of thing?” Renee said. “I mean, almost seems like a dream.”

  “The whole touring thing seems like a dream to me,” Kat said, glancing up at the redhead, before ducking down to lick and kiss her pale breasts, and her little pink nipples. Renee glanced over at Julian and the webcam, and now it was her turn to hold Kat’s hair out of the way so that he could see her sucking on Renee’s tits.

  “I think we were all drunk, like most of the time,” Renee giggled.

  “Or worse,” Kat said, but Julian didn’t really take in her insinuation.

  He’d never really gone for lesbian porn before. He appreciated the beauty of naked women rolling around with each other, but he’d always preferred a guy to be involved, presumably because he could imagine he himself was taking part.

  But here were two topless women fooling around, and it was so sensational to watch simply because one of the women was his wife.

  He loved how much fun they were having. All the giggling, the laughter. Recapturing their pasts, like some x-rated college reunion. Renee knocking back another glass of Champagne as Kat re-familiarized herself with her breasts, giggling as she dribbled some of the Champagne down over her pale flesh so that Kat could lick it up from her cleavage.

  “Are you okay with all this, honey?” Kat said after a while, sitting up again, facing him via the camera.

  “Uh… of course,” he grinned. “You know… when we talked about you… sleeping with Renee… I wasn’t expecting… you know… to see it happening…”

  Kat shrugged, “I didn’t think it would…”

  Renee grinned and hugged her dark-haired bandmate, “Oh, it’s fun, isn’t it? Having hubby along for the ride… and you can finally let all that paranoia go that he doesn’t totally get off on you doing this…”

  More tipsy laughter. Julian had noticed that the women were gently slurring some of their words. When had been the last time he’d gotten to see Kat drunk, properly drunk? It was fantastic. She was so smiley and giggly. And horny.

  Renee said gently, “Lie back,” and Kat did as she was asked, laying back on the mattress. Renee reached for the waistband of Kat’s PJ pants, and started hauling them down over her hips. Julian watched his wife lift her behind to help the redhead remove the PJ pants, revealing a pair of fairly plain turquoise panties which had a little white bow in front.

  “Cute,” Renee said, fiddling with the bow once Kat had cast off her PJ pants. “I like it.”

  “Thank you,” Kat said.

  “Stand up a minute?”

  Kat did as Renee asked, standing before giving a little twirl for Julian to see fully appreciate her in those little panties. Thongs, no less. Not Kat’s usual mode of underwear, at least at home.

  “You wear thongs when it’s just you going to sleep alone?” Renee asked her, tracing her hands delicately all over the curves of Kat’s behind as the brunette stifled more giggles.

  “I do when I’m trying to impress my husband,” Kat grinned, turning back to face the camera.

  “And are you impressed, hubby?” Renee asked him.

  Julian chuckled, “Oh, yes.”

  The way Kat was standing, the view was completely filled by her body, from navel to upper thighs. Then suddenly Renee whipped his wife’s underwear down, and there was her spectacular hairless pussy, right in front of the webcam.

  He heard Renee catch her breath at the unveiling.

  “You shaved it?” she said softly.

  “My husband shaved it for me,” Kat said with almost a hint of pride as she stepped out of her panties.

  “Because you’ll be wearing tight clothing on stage?” Renee asked her.

  “Because he thought you’d like it,” Kat said. “And anyone else who gets to sleep with me on tour.”

  Renee laughed gleefully. “You really do mean business, Jules! My God, it’s so… beautiful.”

  Kat sat back on the mattress, and stroked Renee’s thigh. “It feels… kind of naughty,” she giggled. “And… you know when I am in those tight clothes for our shows? It really feels kinda hot when I’m wearing those…”

  Renee laughed, “And you really thought you’d cope on this tour with only a vibrator?”

  More slurps of Champagne, and then Julian watched Kat helping Renee to remove her jeans and pale purple panties. The redhead had a tidy bikini line, but otherwise she had a nice patch of coppery curls down there, showing that other than the luminous red dye, Renee was a natural redhead.

  “Don’t I feel out of touch?” Renee grinned. “I guess I wasn’t really expecting much action on this tour….”

  “Oh, I like it,” Kat said, stroking the soft ginger down.

  Julian was just stunned. Hard to believe, but there was his wife, naked on a bed with another naked woman. Her wonderful golden skin contrasted with Renee’s pale complexion, her bright scarlet hair with Kat’s near-black locks.

  “Can I touch it?” Renee asked, her hand venturing over Kat’s stomach, down one of her thighs.

  “Uh-huh,” Kat said.

  Julian watched the redhead’s pale fingers caressing his wife’s hairless pussy, tracing shapes around her dark labia, feeling out the softness of her folds.

  “Are you okay, honey?” Kat asked her husband, looking over at him on the computer screen.

  Julian had to shift to remain comfortable, the way his pants were being filled out. Had it just been his wife stripping off, playing with her vibrator, he’d have long since removed his pants. But it was a different matter with another woman in on the call, even if she was now naked along with Kat.

  “Definitely,” he beamed.

  “You’re not… having second thoughts about everything?”

  “Oh no, not at all.”

  “I guess you probably wouldn’t get… as jealous… if I’m with another woman?”

  “Maybe not,” he said, and sure enough though he’d never actually seen or heard of Kat being with another guy—yet—there wasn’t that same tightness in his chest, the squirming sensation in his stomach as when Kat had been talking about her crush on Daryl.

  “But you like it?” Kat asked him. “Me… playing with a girl?”

  “Who are you calling a girl?” Renee giggled.

  “A woman,” Kat corrected herself, before Renee said it was okay, she could call her a girl if she so wanted.

  “I love it,” Julian said. “You guys are so… beautiful…”

  What could you say, really? He thought. Words didn’t do them justice.

  Kat said, “Show me, honey. Show me how much we’re turning you on.”

  Julian felt the nerves jangling again at the thought of exposing himself on a webcam to one of Kat’s bandmates—in fact, he almost wondered if his wife had forgotten that if he pulled his equipment out, Renee would see it all as well.

  “Are you… sure… honey?” he said.

  “Please…” Kat moaned, as Renee leaned over her to kiss her way up her thigh.

  “But—” he said.

  “She doesn’t mind,” Kat said. “Come on… I want to see it.”

  Renee looked up from between his wife’s legs, and grinned, “I wanna see it too. Probably the only on
e I’ll see this whole tour.”

  “As if,” Kat cackled.

  “No—I swear, my husband will be so pissed if he even suspects I’ve gone anywhere near another guy. It’s not even worth trying,” Renee said. “But… you know… seeing one on a computer screen… it’s no worse than porn, right?”

  Kat moaned again as the redhead sank her head down, wedging it against her pussy, before kissing it loudly. “Come on… honey… show me…” she pleaded with him.

  Julian pulled open his fly, and stood to pull down his pants and boxers, freeing up his large erection.

  “Mmm… lovely,” Renee cooed, turning to gaze at Julian as he made himself comfortable on the couch again, his exposed hardness in full view of the webcam and its audience.

  “Isn’t it?” Kat giggled.

  “You’re so lucky,” Renee said, but then her attention returned to Kat’s pussy. Kat looked up at her husband, giving him another isn’t-this-crazy expression before closing her eyes and succumbing to the sensation of another woman eagerly eating her out.

  Renee was kneeling in front of the bed in between Kat’s legs by now, at an angle so that Julian could see a fair amount of what she was doing—sucking on Kat’s pussy lips, sliding her fingers inside her, nudging against her clit or flicking the tip of her tongue over it.

  It was crazy hot. But above and beyond the thrill of seeing two attractive naked women playing with each other, Julian found that a lot of his enjoyment came from seeing just how much pleasure his wife was receiving.

  It was one thing to see Renee going down on Kat, it was quite another to see the two of them changing places, and now his wife was kneeling in front of another woman, kissing her way down from her navel to the neat patch of copper hair over Renee’s mound—and then spreading her bandmate’s pale pink pussy lips with her fingers, before beginning to lick her there.

  There was a sight he’d been pretty certain he’d never see ever.

  It was the hottest thing ever. Kat seemed to go at it cautiously, like she needed time to adjust, to get used to being with another woman again after all this time. There was a lot of stopping and starting, and giggling and laughing, more slurps of Champagne, and tumbling all over the large bed. Then the two of them seemed to get more focused on what they were doing.

  Julian felt himself being almost forgotten as the two women ended up eating each other simultaneously, in a full sixty-nine.

  Watching them come together like that was something seriously special. The gasping, panting, moaning sounds they produced, the way their bodies writhed together.

  The only thing that topped it was when Renee retrieved Kat’s purple vibrator from the bedside table drawer, and started using it on her bandmate, firstly with Kat lying on her back, and then on all fours, facing away from the webcam so that Julian could see the vibrator sinking into his wife’s pussy.

  “You imagining it’s Daryl, hon?” Renee said suddenly while she penetrated Kat with the vibrator. “I bet he’s at least as big as this…”

  Kat only moaned as her bandmate fucked her with the phallus.

  “Doesn’t it look like another guy’s fucking her?” Renee asked Julian, then turned to see his response. The redhead gasped. “God, have you seen how hard your husband is?” she said.

  Then, to Julian, “You really love it, huh? Your sweet wife being filled by another guy’s big, hard cock… look at it stretching her… and she’s so unbelievably wet for him…”

  Kat had to flip back over onto her back to watch Julian stroking his large erection, the thing throbbing in his hands as he watched Renee sliding that thing into his wife’s pussy again and again.

  “She’s gonna fuck him, Jules,” Renee said. “Trust me. By the end of the week, she’ll have him in her bed, shoving his big, fat dick so deep inside her…”

  Julian couldn’t last long at all after that. Kat came hard, and it seemed to trigger his own climax, and he just about managed to avoid shooting his seed all over the damn computer, thankfully.

  By then it was getting seriously late on the East Coast, so he had to excuse himself from the call.

  “You don’t mind if Renee… keeps me company tonight?” Kat asked him.

  “Of course not,” he grinned, watching Kat taking over possession of the vibrator in order to use it on Renee. “Remember to get some sleep, though, huh? You do have rehearsals tomorrow…”

  Chapter Ten

  Those first few days of rehearsals, aside from getting it together musically, Kat was distracted, realizing she was out of practice being a rock musician.

  “Oh… hey! How’re you? I… well, I wondered… if you felt like getting a coffee… some time…”

  Back when The Ponytails were a force to be reckoned with, there was dick just about everywhere you looked, and she hadn’t had to work hard to get any that she wanted. She hadn’t had to actually pursue a guy since high school. In college, as in the band, they’d all come to her.

  Now she was worried, because she’d been married so long… that things were done differently these days. People didn’t ask people out any more. People went on Tinder or Grindr or Tumblr or whatever other god-awful get-fucked-now app, and she had no clue what the protocol was.

  She had so lost her way as a rock musician.

  “No… I… I wanted to know… you know… if you wanted to get dinner sometime…”

  She worried that because Daryl was a younger man… five years younger… he’d be familiar with the new approaches, and maybe think her crusty and old for coming straight up to him and asking him out.

  “I just… you know… look… how about we go somewhere and just fuck?”

  And now she was standing there in the bathroom, staring in the mirror, giggling at how lame she was for practicing asking Daryl out, just like she was in high school all over again. Trying to pull the courage together to go get him, while worrying whether he might think her an idiot for doing so. Weren’t you just supposed to swipe right on somebody on the screen of your smartphone? Or was it left?

  Now she had the definitive go-ahead from her darling husband to chase the gorgeous object of her obsession, Kat was nervous as hell, and almost dreaded running into him in the hallway, or having him come into the rehearsal room to listen to them. What the hell did she say to him?

  Her phone alarm sounded. Break-time was over.

  She prized the door of the women’s room slowly open and poked her head outside. Coast clear. Jesus, look at her. She was sneaking out of the restroom, scurrying along back to the rehearsal room, hoping that Daryl was busy with his own band, Blue Tonic. Not because she didn’t obsess about him all the time, not because her heart didn’t jump every time his face reappeared in her mind—or that ripped chest of his—but because it just seemed so impossibly complicated for her to run into him.

  It wasn’t just that she liked him so much she felt her heart nearly seizing up every time she laid eyes on him. It wasn’t just that she worried so very much that he didn’t feel the same way about her—even though he always smiled at her, maybe he considered her some kind of kindly spinster aunt because she was so much older than him—she worried she was going to make a fool out of herself if she suggested any kind of get-together. What if he already had a girlfriend somewhere, back home, wherever?

  It was also the fact that she had a husband herself. Did she tell Daryl that her husband knew about all this, that he approved of her dating other guys? What about—dear God—her need to report everything that happened directly to her husband? What would glamorous, lively, popular Daryl think about that weirdness?

  Because it was weird.

  As hot as it was that Julian was so engaged with the idea of her having fun with other guys, it really was so unconventional. Was it unethical if she just dated someone and didn’t tell them she was talking to her husband about every detail of their dates?

  It would be simpler if she was single. But back then wouldn’t she sometimes tell her girlfriends about her dates? Particularly if
those dates had turned out terrible for any reason. Some of the stuff she’d revealed had been hardly ethical. It hadn’t bothered her then. Perhaps she was too old now, she’d matured, she’d developed a set of serious ethics.

  She made it back into the rehearsal room without Daryl being there. And now as she meandered her way through the various chairs, the microphone stands, the amps, the cases and so on, she started to regret the fact that she hadn’t seen him all day. What if he forgot about her? If any mild interest he might have had in her wore off because she wasn’t there in front of him all the time?

  “No, look, it’s very simple. If you can’t keep up with the beat, you’re going to pull us all down. We lose the whole energy of what we’re doing.”

  “I’m not, Josie. I’m right with you—you guys are just racing ahead too much.”

  “We’re doing it the way we’ve always done it. And we’ve been doing it for years.”

  “I’m keeping to time. I’m not the one who’s…”

  Josie was having a stern talking to their replacement drummer. Kat kept away, grabbing a can of Red Bull before leaning against a radiator well off to the side. The tension had really been rising between their lead singer and the replacement drummer that morning. The trouble was, Lisa was such a nice person. The first day or so, they’d just given her the benefit of the doubt—she was new, she’d never played with them before, she just needed to get the hang of it. But when it continued on the second afternoon, you could hear Josie getting steadily more and more wound up.

  This morning, Josie had begun to show her irritation. The rehearsal had been so awfully stop-start, because Josie kept ordering them to go back to the beginning again, because no one was in time. Well, Lisa wasn’t in time.

  Now things were boiling right over.

  “You’re kidding me…”

  Kat just wanted to keep out of it. She supported Josie, she agreed with their lead singer that Lisa wasn’t keeping up. But she half-wondered if they did need to give her longer to let things click—and they did have two weeks to get things where they needed to be.