Everytime she watched him perform it was like she was someone else afterwards, someone wild.
We had both been fans of the band for as long as we could remember. Our first date had been to a show of theirs. We had followed their entire career because they were amazing and fantastic and because watching them awakened a wild side in my wife.
She would get so needy after their show. Pulling me to her, insistently throwing herself at me and not letting up until we were both satisfied.
And now we had the opportunity to meet him in person. Called backstage personally only to find out that he only wanted her back here. That he had ideas for how they could spend their time together.
Of course he did. He was a rockstar and she was a groupie. It was a tale as old as rock itself, and who were we to deny the course of nature. He can have my wife and she can have him, they both want each other and all I want is one thing.
I want to watch this happen.
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“You know why he brought you here,” I started.
She just grinned, biting her bottom lip and nodding.
“You want to don’t you?”
The look in her eyes was enough. I had seen that look a thousand times before. The look of a woman crazed. The look of a woman with needs and appetites that craved satisfaction.
“You should,” I said, “You should go to him. You should do this.”
May hesitated only to pull me in for a kiss, pressing her lips against mine with a tenderness that betrayed her true self in this moment. It was comforting, a kiss she wouldn’t share with him. A kiss only for me.
Her kisses with him would be hard and aggressive. They would be kisses tinted with need, lips pressed as hands sought out pleasure, as bodies worked together for satisfaction.
There would be no love in the kisses she gave to him, only pure sexual gratification.