Rock Her World

by Max Sebastian

  Kat laughed, “Maybe that’s what your hubby’s doing,” she suggested to Renee.

  “Exactly,” Josie said, giving Renee a flash of her eyes to suggest maybe it was time for her to embrace the art of adultery, too. Then the blonde was on her feet again, pointing out some guy she recognized—perhaps one of the reporters present, in fact. And she was off again, leaving Kat with Renee.

  Renee stifled a yawn. “How long are we expected to be here? Much as I love to party…”

  Kat giggled, “You’re just down because you don’t get to take a guy home.”

  “Maybe I like that,” Renee stuck out her tongue playfully. “I can go home right now if I like. You know, get some sleep before San Francisco.”

  Kat smiled. “I don’t think we’re actually expected to stay out any length of time,” she said. “And anyway, it’s been a while already. I can’t see that photographer around anywhere any more.”

  Renee looked around the club. “No,” she agreed.

  In a way, part of Kat did envy Renee. She would have liked to go back to the hotel just now—to check on Julian, as much as anything. Make sure he was all right. Make sure he wasn’t having second thoughts. But she couldn’t keep sounding him out forever. At some point she’d have to take a step forward, in the dark, without any safety net.

  She would cheat on her husband, and then there would be no taking it back, no do-overs, no changing of her mind over whether she would or would not be an adulteress.

  “You know, I could knock on his door,” Renee said. “When I get back to the hotel.”

  “Huh?” It surprised her how well the redhead knew her. What she was thinking about.

  “Julian,” she said. “You need to know he’s okay, don’t you? I could just scoot over there, see how he is. Let you know.”

  Kat liked that idea. She looked at her bandmate and felt that of all people who were not Julian, she could trust Renee the most. Well, the two of them had slept together. And done so with Julian watching, too.

  If Renee went round to check on him… the thought did seem to dissolve some of Kat’s guilt.

  “You could,” Kat agreed.

  “Uh-huh.”

  Then she said, “You could talk to him a little.”

  “I could talk to him,” Renee seemed very like-minded.

  “You know, make absolutely sure he’s okay with everything… with me… and Daryl…”

  “Of course I could,” Renee smiled.

  Beautiful Renee. Renee whose nipples were so hard against her little white tank top. Renee, who so desperately needed cock. Would it really be so bad if Julian helped her out a little… in the flesh? Did it make Kat feel jealous? Perhaps a tiny bit. But it wasn’t as though Renee would ever actually try to steal Julian. There was trust there. A lot of trust.

  Maybe it was a little exciting, thinking of Julian actually getting a new experience. She being the one to give it to him.

  “You could… spend a little time with him,” Kat said. “And if… you know… something happened…”

  Renee looked genuinely surprised at her.

  “Something happened?”

  Kat shrugged. “I’m not saying it would. Because he says he really doesn’t want anyone but me… and you… well, you have this crazy notion that your husband will find out… or he’ll get you to confess… or whatever…”

  Renee said, “You are full of surprises, you know that?”

  Kat shrugged, and now looked across the club to see Daryl standing at the bar with another guy, holding a Bourbon, checking her out like a hungry lion scoping out a herd of tasty yet strangely easy-to-catch antelope. She felt the heat surge between her thighs, felt the trickle of liquid seeping from her sex. Wow.

  “It’s up to you,” she smiled. “But it would be so nice if you could make sure he’s okay.”

  Renee stood, and Kat was fairly sure she wasn’t imagining seeing the redhead’s cheeks flushed pink, even with the difficult light levels in that nightclub.

  “It’ll be my pleasure,” she said, and then she was away.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  This time it was real. There was no ‘if’, no ‘maybe’, no ‘possibly’.

  He had left his wife to attend a wild party with another man—and with a view to sleeping with that other man after leaving that party. And as far as Julian was aware, this intention was no longer up in the air, no longer something that vaguely might happen.

  It was happening.

  Back at the hotel, he felt his fatigue strangely melt away almost totally. He sobered up, too, somewhat miraculously, even if he’d ordered a bottle of red wine to take the edge off his anxiety. It was the adrenaline, the arousal. A cocktail of nerves.

  He was hard, too. Boy, was he hard. So hard that he dropped his pants and took hold of it, and it almost didn’t quite feel like flesh and blood. Being on his own, he abandoned the rest of his clothes and just padded around the suite for a while, that huge great thing waggling in the air-conditioned chill. That hardness wasn’t going to go away. If he’d been at the party, he might have wondered if someone could have slipped a dose of Viagra in his drink for a prank.

  Did you have to go to the Emergency Room if you had an erection lasting longer than four hours naturally?

  “No, Doctor, I haven’t taken anything.”

  “And it’s been this hard for five, hours, sir?”

  “Yeah. About that.”

  “You’re married?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Your wife is somewhere else, fucking another guy with your blessing?”

  “How did you know, Doc?”

  “It’s the only other way you can get this hard for so long, sir.”

  He tried lying in bed, watching CNN for a while, and things did start to soften up between his legs, so it wasn’t a medical emergency. But then he was pacing again, unable to keep his mind on anything other than the fact that Kat was out there somewhere, with him. Maybe still at the party. Maybe back at the hotel, in Daryl’s room.

  Fucking.

  Kat was cheating on him.

  Kat was an unfaithful wife.

  A gorgeous, sexy, naughty unfaithful wife. Sullied by another man.

  He checked his mobile phone every minute, to see if she had any questions, to see if she had any doubts. To make sure she wasn’t going to suddenly pull out of the deal. He wasn’t sure whether it was more frightening that she wasn’t texting him just then, or whether it would be more terrifying if she was.

  Maybe once every five minutes or so, he told himself to keep calm, cool it, relax. Just breathe.

  And then, the knocking at the door which just about made him jump out of his skin. He grabbed a bathrobe, tightening the cord around his waist, the cord going over his hard cock, feeling weird, stupid, but unable to do anything since the hardness wasn’t going away.

  Would Kat have sent him something from room service, to distract him? What else could it be?

  He peered through the spy hole and saw a familiar shock of luminous red hair. Renee. What the hell?

  “Hey, come on—why don’t we watch a movie or something?”

  Julian raised an eyebrow. “You’re really going to babysit me?”

  She rolled her eyes, but flashed a smile at him. “Are you into that? Kinky.”

  The luminous red-haired keyboardist breezed past him into his room.

  “You know what I mean. Did Kat send you over to check on me?”

  Renee slumped down on the couch in front of the TV as though this was her suite. “Don’t you think it’s hot that she did?”

  He did feel a little warmth inside, but it was both affection for his naughty wife—since she still had obvious concerns about his mental wellbeing—and also the added confirmation that tonight, Kat really did mean to go all the way with her new lover.

  “Hot?” he raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure about that…”

  “She sent me over here… wearing this tiny little skirt…” Renee stretched out her legs
as though trying to get him to notice how short her skirt was. “And she knew you’d be nice and hard while thinking of her being all alone with another man…”

  Julian chuckled, “She just asked you to knock on my door and double-check I’m all right, didn’t she? Maybe asked you to put your head around my door just to make sure.”

  “It would be kind of mean, right? You let her have all this fun with hunky Daryl… and you don’t get any fun?” she glanced at him sideways, her eyes seductive.

  “This is fun for me,” he said, insisted. “You—and probably Kat, too—don’t get it. I like it that she’s out with Daryl. I like thinking about it. I like that it’s happening right now, even if I’m not with her.”

  She was toying with her hair a little with one hand, while flicking through the on-demand movie channels with the other, and the way she twirled the ends of her hair… well, the tips of her fingers were getting close to her breasts, and it was more than a little obvious that she was trying to engage his libido.

  “Oh, hey, what about this one? Tom Cruise. You like Tom Cruise?”

  “Sometimes. When it’s not too much about him.”

  “So not many of his movies, huh?”

  She wasn’t going to leave, he could sense it. And he didn’t want to be mean and demand that she leave. Eventually, she found a new Avengers movie for them to watch, and the two of them settled down on the couch with snacks and another bottle of red from room service.

  And then Julian’s phone buzzed.

  It startled him, made him jump almost out of the chair. Then he was scrambling to fish it out of his pocket as though it was liable to give him an electric shock if he left it there.

  Unlocking the phone with his fingerprint, Julian’s heart burned as he saw the text message sitting waiting to be read. What had happened? Had she done the deed? Had she finally crossed that line? Or had something gone wrong—had things turned sour, had they gotten too drunk, had she changed her mind?

  Now his cock jumped inside the bathrobe and his heart seemed to miss a few beats as the message drew up revealing a photo: a photo that showed the unmistakable form of his wife straddling another man. Jesus. Was she fucking him?

  “What is it?” Renee asked.

  He held his phone up for her.

  “Wow,” she said, her eyes blazing. “She finally did it?”

  “I guess… maybe she did.”

  He was breathing deeply, and yet somehow struggling for air. Renee peered at the phone, and Julian just felt dizzy, his vision fizzing a little, the room spinning around him.

  “No,” Renee said. “Look…”

  She turned the phone back to him, and pointed at the bottom of the screen, between Kat’s legs and just under that glorious shaven pussy of hers, her black thong pulled tight to the side.

  “You see that? That’s his… his cock.”

  He looked, saw what she was alluding to. Not quite in focus, but he could see what she meant. Kat was riding it, rubbing herself against it, but it wasn’t inside her yet. Julian felt the butterflies start up inside his stomach again. Surely she wouldn’t stop now, wouldn’t turn back?

  “How do you feel? Okay?” Renee asked him.

  He paused, asked himself the same question. There was a surge of something akin to fear, it was fear of regret, fear of change, fear of not being able to stop something if he wanted to stop it. It wasn’t quite fear of losing his wife, though, he thought. He got a grip, took back control, tried to think about the excitement of his wife finally doing it, finally cheating on him as he desired.

  “I think so,” he said. Now he was typing out a text message, feeling the need to let his wife know how he was thinking, if she was teasing him with pictures like that.

  [Julian]: You look sensational, honey. Such a turn on… xxx

  Renee leaned forward and pressed her hand down on his crotch—feeling his erection for a fraction of a second before squealing and retracting her hand rapidly. He was a little shocked—since he was wearing a bathrobe, she could so easily have put her hand through the gap and grabbed his bare cock.

  “I’m… sorry,” she giggled. “I didn’t think… you’d really be hard right now. Not like that.”

  He shrugged. Didn’t know what to say.

  She laughed again. “I don’t think that counts, does it?” she said. “I mean, you had clothes on.”

  Now it was his turn to laugh. “What are you worried about? I’m pretty sure Kat wouldn’t mind if… you know… we did actually do something.”

  “I know, but…”

  “I mean, as you said, she sent you round here just as she’s going with Daryl… in that skirt…”

  Renee flipped up her skirt as though trying to understand his point, giving him a little flash of her thighs and even a little glimpse of her underwear.

  “I think…” she said, “I think… she did mean for something to happen. Maybe. But… I’m not sure I can.”

  He smiled, “I don’t think I can, either.”

  “No?”

  He shook his head. “I was only ever in this for Kat. To see her… you know… step over the boundary. The cheating… that wasn’t her fantasy, though I think she finds it hot that I want her to cheat.”

  “I thought you said it wasn’t cheating…”

  “Oh, I know. But now it’s happening… I don’t know, I just hang on to that word… it’s all so strange, and so… intense. Somehow nothing captures it better than that word.”

  She sat back in her corner of the couch, and for a moment or two, they were just watching the movie, neither of them really focusing on it.

  Then came another text message. Another picture.

  Julian felt dangerously close to coming without even touching himself at the sight of his wife with a huge cock in her hands, its tip in her mouth. She was looking up at the camera as she sucked on it. And it wasn’t his cock. Wow. He wanted her so much, he wanted to kiss that mouth, he wanted to slide his own cock between her lips.

  Renee demanded a look.

  As he showed her the screen, the redhead looked as excited by it as he had been.

  “Are you okay?” Renee asked him, as though suddenly remembering this was his wife, not hers.

  “Sure,” he said, trying to act calm.

  “You don’t want her to stop?”

  “No. Not at all.”

  Julian texted his wife back:

  [Julian]: You look so hot, honey. You gonna fuck him?

  He felt himself trembling as he sent the message over to her, its approval for her to take that final step implicit.

  There was no reply. They waited, and nothing came.

  “If it was me, and I was going to fuck him, I’d probably forget about texting a reply, too,” Renee said at last.

  “You think it’s really happening?”

  She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  They looked at each other. Julian felt as though the whole world was slowing down to a stand-still. This was it. Kat was finally going through with it. She was committing adultery.

  Renee said, “Are you still…” Then she leaned over to put her hand in his crotch again—just checking, but she squealed again as she felt his inevitable erection through the bathrobe, and it was clear she had wanted to feel it all along.

  “I thought you couldn’t… touch,” he said.

  She shrugged, “I can’t. I didn’t. I… You’re so hard!” Then she wrinkled up her face, gave him a wicked sideways glance, added: “Can I… see it?”

  He laughed. “You serious? I thought you couldn’t…”

  “Looking at it isn’t the same as cheating. Come on—please?”

  Julian shook his head briefly, more than a little embarrassed, and looked down at his phone. Was that it from his wife? He wasn’t getting any more?

  “Here…” Renee pulled up her skirt, “You wanna see me?”

  He caught a flash of white between her legs, and then as she turned toward him on the couch, parting her thighs, she was showing him
her panties—white thongs, fairly plain and simple. One hand snaked its way down to touch it, and Julian couldn’t help but watch her.

  “You thinking about her?” she asked him.

  “Of course.”

  “He’s sliding that big dick inside her right about now.”

  Julian shivered involuntarily at the thought. Kat actually taking some other guy in her pussy. Riding him. Letting him pound into her.

  Renee turned toward him on the couch, her legs wide. Horny as fuck. “Come on—you have to show me something. I don’t get to see many nice cocks the way my husband is…”

  Julian smiled, “You’re a bad girl.”

  “Come on!” she laughed. “I mean, you already basically showed me. And you’ve seen me… it’s no big deal.”

  She shifted back half a foot, and now slipped down her tank top to reveal her pale but nicely shaped breasts, and those stiff nipples of hers. He felt the inevitability of it all, but looking at her did seem to quell the nerves somewhat. It made him feel better—the excitement suppressing his fears now that the time had come for his wife.

  He pulled his bathrobe open and allowed his hardness to rise up, free. Renee squealed her delight, but now she lay back along the couch, propped up on the cushions and the arm, and started to touch herself through her panties, before tugging them to the side to show him everything.

  “You feel glad that you let her be with him?” she asked him.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You have a nice cock, you know that?” she giggled. “Why don’t you… stroke it a little?”

  He did as she asked, though he didn’t want to risk coming, not for her, not until Kat returned. Renee was under no such restrictions, laying back and stroking herself with increasing abandon. Telling him how much his cock turned her on, how much she wished he could slide it inside her—but also how incredible it was that he let Kat see other guys, and how hot it was that at that moment she was with another man.

  After a while, Julian’s phone piped up again—something new had been received. They were both on edge as to what it might be.

  Julian accepted the text and then gasped as he saw what it was.

  A video.

  Renee sat up and they both wedged together to watch the video on that little screen. It showed Kat on all fours on a bed, looking over her shoulder expectedly. The camera dropped to show her sublime derriere—and then the unmistakable form of a fully-erect cock being stroked around her pussy.