My wife has always had a thing for rock musicians. There was always at least one band member who made her giddy and doe-eyed. He may or may not be the cutest member of the band, but she has always been prone to having a major crush on those sexy musicians and singers who express their talent on stage. Linda didn't hide these crushes from me at all. When we were first married, I'd feel jealous when she told me how hot they were. I’d feel hurt that she got all wet between her legs while watching hot rock stars. Even though I had my own daydreams about fucking hot movie starlets, I still felt threatened by her attraction to rock and roll idols.

Years later, we became involved in the “swinger” lifestyle, and I learned not to be possessive or jealous and grew to enjoy sharing my beautiful wife with other people.  I once asked her if she would go to bed with one of her idols if given the chance, and she said something like, "Yeah, right, like that would happen!" She would never say what she would do if she ever actually had an opportunity to be with one of her rock star hotties. Neither of us could have guessed that we would soon find out!

The answer came after attending a friend’s birthday party.  Maggie, the birthday girl, and her boyfriend were more than just friends. They were friends with benefits. We had played with them on several occasions. In fact, several of the other party guests were people we knew from the lifestyle. But this was a “vanilla” party. Most guests had no idea that some of us played with other couples.

The party was informal, so everyone was dressed comfortably. Linda wore form-fitting jeans that showed off her inverted valentine ass. Her cotton man-tailored blouse had enough buttons undone to highlight her ample cleavage. Linda is a tiny lady with dark red hair, an adorable face, and a curvy body. She is not usually the flirty type, but her devilish personality tends to spill out with a drink or two.

It was a normal birthday party. We caught up with friends and were introduced to some new ones. We talked, drank, and laughed. The party had been going on for about an hour when a new guest arrived. Linda froze when she saw it was Michael T!

Now, I'm sure if I used his real name, many of you would recognize him. He is the lead singer and bass guitar player in a very popular rock band. Linda was dumbfounded. I was aware that she was a big fan and that she thought Michael was a hottie. Neither Linda nor I knew he was a friend of Maggie's. Maggie sings for a local rock group that had opened for Michael's band several years ago.

When the introductions were made, Linda did not let on that she had a crush on him for years. Michael T. was very down to earth. He did not seem full of himself like you would expect a rock star to be. He was friendly, though not especially flirty, much to Linda's disappointment. They talked for a bit and I assumed that was the end of it.

Michael T. didn't stay very long, and the rest of the party was enjoyable but not especially notable. Linda and I didn't even talk much about meeting Michael T. on the way home, except to say how cool it was that Maggie knew him. Linda mentioned that she loved the way he was a funky dresser. I assumed we'd never meet again. I was wrong.

Several days later, Linda got a phone call from our friend, Maggie.

Maggie: Boy, Linda, you sure made an impression on someone at my party!

Linda: I did? What are you talking about?

Maggie: Well, I got a call yesterday from someone asking about you. He said you really caught his eye.

Linda: Who?

Maggie: Michael.

Linda: Michael T? Oh my god! Why, what did he say?

Maggie: He knows that I’m in the lifestyle, and since we are friends, he was wondering if you were, too. When I told him you guys were, he wanted to know if you might be interested in getting together with him. Just you and him.

Linda: Shut the fuck up! He did not.

Maggie: Seriously, he was very interested. What should I tell him?

Linda: Tell him I'm very complimented, but I don't think I could just meet up with him! This is crazy!

Maggie: That’s what I thought, but I told him I’d let you know. If you want to think about it, I'll give him a call tomorrow and let him know your answer.

Later that evening, Linda discussed the situation with me. She said it was a real ego boost to have an actual rock star show interest in her, but she wasn't going to do it. I could tell she was seeking my approval. I could also tell it was something that she'd really like to do. A fantasy come true for her. I told her that I thought she should do it.

Linda: I've never played with anyone without you before.

Me: Sure, you have. We played in separate rooms with other couples many times.

Linda: This is different. It will be just him and me. I'd feel weird. And nervous!

Me: Lin, how often does something like this come up? This is a guy you’ve admired for years. You should give it a shot. I'll be fine. It's really a turn-on for me, too.

Linda: Do you think? Really? I'll consider it, but no promises.

Me: You think he's hot, right? Do it!

I truly felt that it would be a shame to pass up a fantasy like this. I also was excited by the prospect of having my wife fuck this rock ‘n’ roll icon. I felt honored that my wife was being sought out by someone who could fuck just about anybody he wanted!

The next day Linda casually mentioned that she had called Maggie and told her to give Michael her phone number. I told her I approved, and nothing else was discussed. Several days later, Linda told me that she had set up a date with Michael. The plans included her going to his place for drinks and just "hanging out," next Friday afternoon. Holy shit! Suddenly I felt like it would really happen. I had given Linda my approval, I even encouraged her. Now in just a few days, my wife was going to get ready, get into a car, and drive to the home of a well-known rock star for the explicit purpose of fucking him. It was surreal. I don’t really understand why, but it turned me on so much!

That Friday morning, I woke up and got ready to go to work. This was going to be a very strange day for me. I kissed Linda goodbye and told her to have a great time. She said she was pretty sure she would, but she was still nervous as hell. I couldn't think of anything else all day. I wondered what was going through her mind as she got herself ready for her big date. I knew they were supposed to meet at 1:00 PM, so I texted her about noon.

Me: I love you. I hope your day lives up to your expectations.

Linda: I hope so too. I'm nervous, but excited.

Me: Text me later when you get a chance, OK? I can't wait to hear about it.

Linda: You know it's hard for me to talk about that kind of stuff.

Me: I know. I'd love to hear about it, though.

Linda: I’ll try my best. Love you!

For the rest of the afternoon, I tried to get some work done, but I couldn't think about anything other than imagining Michael T.'s cock slamming into my wife's pussy. What was happening? Did she suck his cock? What positions were used? Did they kiss? How big was his cock? Was she having a good time? I could only imagine them together and it made me rock hard and made my heart hurt at the same time. Around 2:00 PM I received a text message from Linda's phone, but it was from Michael.

Michael: Hey, Bob. Linda asked me to tell you she is fine and enjoying herself. I’m sending a pic for you to see for yourself.

The picture was a shot of my wife’s naked pussy with a nice fat cock deep inside. There was no condom anywhere to be seen. Linda was on her back, and they were fucking in the missionary position. The sheet beneath them was soaking wet. He obviously made her squirt like crazy. I felt so many emotions at once. My heart raced. I couldn’t think about anything else. I didn’t hear from her again until 5:30 when I got another text message. This one was from Linda.

Linda: Hey, Babe. I’m back home and safe. Thanks for encouraging me. It was amazing.

Me: Oh, my god, that’s so hot! Tell me everything!

Linda: Later. Can’t wait to see you.

Me: See ya soon. I’m as hard as a rock!

Linda: Good. (heart emoji)

Driving home, my brain was dizzy. When I got home, Linda was there as if nothing had happened. I wanted to fuck her right away, but she said that her pussy was too sore. I gave her a big hug and couldn’t stop myself from putting my hand into her jeans to touch her pussy.

“Do you like that?” she asked as I felt the wettest pussy ever.

“I can’t believe you’re still that wet!” I said in amazement.

“Well, he did cum quite a bit. And I came a bunch, too!” she reported.

“Do you know what I’m thinking? I’d love to lick your dripping pussy.”

“That sounds hot!” she said. “Would you like to have a taste right now?”

Hell, yeah, I thought. I wanted to clean her recently fucked desperately! We went into our bedroom and Linda lay down and spread her legs to give me easy access to her very red, well fucked pussy. As I licked up all their wetness, I had so many questions. She knew how much this was turning me on and she enjoyed sharing her sexy experience with me.

“Did you kiss him?” I asked.

“We kissed quite a bit,” she explained. "He’s a very good kisser. Gentle, but assertive. He’s a very dominant lover."

The combination of the aroma of sex from her wetness and the mental images from her answers made my dick throb. Of course, I had to ask the obvious question. “How big was his cock? Did you suck it?”

Linda did go into some detail to answer this. She told me that his cock was about as long as mine (about 7 inches erect) but thicker. It was a bit of a challenge to get his bulbous head into her mouth, and she could take in only half of his shaft. I grabbed my own cock as she told me how she licked his pole from base to tip, giving special attention to the underside. I couldn’t resist stroking myself as she described her tongue flicking the tip of his dick and how she licked and sucked on his balls. I told me that he had “a great cock” and she felt so sexy as she made him brick hard. I could tell that she was totally into pleasing him.  I felt like I had a clear mental picture of his cock in her mouth. The most erotic part for me was how turned on Linda was by this sexy experience.

She told me about how he lay her back to lick her pussy, a little more aggressively than I was licking right now. She told me that she couldn’t wait to be fucked. “I was so wet by then,” she explained, “that I told him I needed his cock inside me. I told him to fuck me, now!” I imagined him on his knees between her wide-open legs.

I was about to cum in my own hand as she described how they fucked. “He teased me a bit by tapping and rubbing his dick against my clit. Then he put his big mushroom head at my entrance and thrust it inside just a bit but going a little deeper inside me with each stroke. His hands were caressing my tits as he pushed further each time. My legs wrapped around his hips, and I grabbed his firm butt cheeks tightly as he began pounding my pussy again and again. I could feel his balls slap against me and his pubic bone hammering at my clit.

"I don’t have any idea how many times I came because my orgasms blended in succession like the peaks and valleys of a roller coaster. Michael came soon after I did, shooting his load deep inside me. I told him to let them swim around awhile, so he kept his cock buried deep inside as we kissed deeply. It was so yummy.”  

That’s when I blew my own load. I shot cum on the bed and on my hand. That was so satisfying. I felt so close to my wife. It felt wonderful to be able to give her the freedom to enjoy someone else like that. She was able to fulfill a fantasy and then share it with me.  I told her that she should get together with him again if she’d like. She told me that she’d like that.

Did she ever meet with him again? Oh, yes. They have met several times now when he is in our area and horny. Sometimes they meet at a hotel. Once she met him backstage after a concert. I love to hear all the details when she comes home.  

Occasionally he texts her, and they flirt and talk about fucking and sucking. He tells her how much he loves fucking her and cumming on her big titties and on her face. She tells him how much she loves sucking his cock, licking his balls and tasting his cum. He likes to hear that I lick her pussy when she comes home filled with his cum. He has even texted me a few times to tell me how much he likes to fuck my wife. He tells me that he plans on sending her home to be filled with his cum. I love that he is part of our sex life.

One of these days, I think I might like to watch them.

But maybe it’s more fun to just hear her tell me about it.

What do you think?