24-12-2018, 12:58 PM
"I don't know, it was sweet," Jen said almost blushing. "I'll get him to sing it for you." She gave her husband a peck on the lips and then turned back to her Mac. "I've got to finish this memo honey," she said.
"Okay," Mike said, going into the other room. He listened to Jen type for another 10 minutes, and then he heard her get into the shower to get ready for her date with Drums.
She emerged about 45 minutes later. She looked hot! Jean mini-skirt, opaque black stockings, high heels, t-shirt and short leather jacket. She wore her hair down and brownish lip gloss.
"You look good baby," he gushed looking her up and down.
"Thanks!" she said smiling at him.
"What's the plan?"
"We'll hang a while, then go to his concert," Jen said.
"You'll come back here after, right?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, of course, right after," she promised.
There was a knock at the door. "That's him," Jen said. "How do you want to handle it?"
"I'd rather he not see me," Mike said. "I want to talk to him about our arrangement, but not right now."
"Okay," Jen said. "I'll text you when we're coming home." She kissed him.
Mike stepped into the guest bedroom as Jen went to answer the door. "Hi," Jen said as she opened the door, smiling at Drums.
"Hey babe," Drums said smiling back. Jen gave him a brief hello kiss, not wanting her neighbors to see her kissing another man.
She smelled alcohol on him. "Are you drunk?" she asked with a laugh.
"Nah, I just had a couple," he said smiling at her. "Ready to go?" He moved to put his arm around her.
She stepped away from his arm. "We don't publicize it," Jen whispered.
"Oh okay, right, sorry," he quickly said.
She smiled and playfully bumped into him as they left the loft apartment. "Come on, let's go," she said with a playful laugh.
They caught a cab. Drums told the taxi driver the name of a bar. "Everyone's meeting there," he explained to Jen.
Once they were a few blocks away from her neighborhood, Jen straddled Drums' legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hi again," she said looking into his eyes.
"Hi," he said. They kissed again, this time a long lingering kiss. Drums ran his hands over Jen's ass. Then he ran his hands up her back, under her jacket. His body jerked when he didn't feel a bra strap.
"Yeah, I didn't wear a bra," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm not wearing panties either. I'm your slut today." Drums' cock was so hard it hurt.
"You're my slut huh?" Drums asked with a crooked grin.
"Yeah, I like being your slut," Jen breathed into his mouth, then she kissed him again.
They arrived at the bar. "Let's blow this off and go to my hotel room," Drums urged Jen, kissing her some more.
"No," she laughed, pulling away. Always the social butterfly, she said "I want to meet your friends."
Malcolm and Jay were there as well as many of the other musicians, all of them guys except for the backup singers. There were wives and girlfriends and a few girls some of the guys had picked up last night. Drums explained some of the band had brought their wives and girlfriends because this was a long stop in New York. Diana was there, Jay's wife.
Drums introduced Jen to Arnie, their agent and business manager. Arnie was with his wife Lucy.
Malcolm was with one of the girls from last night. The busty blouseless one (her name was Teresa), although here she had a shirt on of course. Malcolm gave Jen a long up and down look, not even trying to be subtle or hide his interest. He made room. Drums led her over and sat so Jen was between him and Malcolm with Teresa on the other side.
"What are you drinking?" Malcolm asked. There were a pitchers and bottles of wine already on the table.
"Don't you have a concert tonight?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.
"We play better when we're drunk!" Jay said. The entire table laughed and all the guys high-fived and clinked glasses. His wife Diana wrapped her arms around him and kissed him open mouth.
Jen smiled intrigued, looking at Jay and Diana making out. She smiled as people good naturedly yelled "Get a room!" She was getting into their carefree, party-all-the-time, anything goes camaraderie and lifestyle. After working all morning she could definitely use a drink. But she knew she better pace itself. "I guess I'll have some wine," she said. Malcolm immediately poured her a glass, touching her hand as he gave it to her.
A lot of the guys stole glances at Jen. She was easily the prettiest girl in the entire bar. They snuck glances at her chest as it was pretty clear she was braless, her nipples denting the clingy t-shirt.
The other girls didn't appreciate their men giving Jen so much attention and scowled at Jen. But Jen was so bubbly, engaging and sweet, the other girls couldn't help liking her even as their men continued to drool over her pretty face and perky tits.
After a while the bar became a karaoke club. There was a big playful debate over whether to stay or go. Ultimately they decided to stay because they had to leave soon anyway for the concert. Their table got into the spirit of it all, and Malcolm and Drums did a song together (no one recognized them, the Ramones weren't that famous yet). Jay and a few of the girls did songs too.
Drums pestered Jen to do a song. She didn't take too much convincing because she liked karaoke. She put her name on the list and eventually her turn came up.
Jen got up on stage and the bar quieted, the crowd taken by Jen's beauty. She sang Rhianna's Take a Bow. Her voice was beautiful and she sang with emotion. As always she got into it, her body swaying perfectly to the music as she sang. As she finished the crowd was momentarily silent, stunned by her performance. Then there was a roar of applause and a big standing ovation.
Everyone at the table looked amazed and heaped praise on her. "Wow!" Drums said grinning as she sat down. "You're really something!"
"Thanks," Jen said smiling, blushing from all the praise.
"You ought to go on tour with us," Drums said.
"Yeah right," Jen said with playful sarcasm.
"I'm serious, you can be one of our backup singers," he said.
"I've already got a job," Jen reminded him with a laugh. "Besides, I don't think Mike would like me spending all my time with you."
Drums gave Jen a crooked smile. "You told Mike about us?"
"Of course I did," Jen said.
"What'd he say?" Drums asked.
"He's good," Jen said with a shrug. "I told you, we have an arrangement." She laughed. "Don't worry, he won't take a bat to you when you see him."
"I've gotta see him?" Drums asked looking apprehensive. "I mean I like Mike, but it'll be awkward don't you think?"
"If we're going to see each other he'll want to talk to you," Jen explained patiently. "He is my husband, he has that right."
"Okay, I guess so," Drums said reluctantly agreeing.
Jen hesitantly added "He'll want to watch us too. You know, in bed."
"No fucking way," Drums said shocked.
"That's what he gets out of it," Jen explained, squeezing Drums' hand. "He likes watching me with other guys. Don't make a big deal about this okay? It'll be a lot easier if you just go with it."
"Okay," Drums said warily. "I just have to get my head around this."
"It'll just be sometimes," Jen assured him, still holding his hand. "When it happens just pretend like he's not there."
After a few more songs Arnie said "Okay gang, we better head over to the Garden." While Arnie partied too as hard as anybody, Jen realized he was the adult in the room.
"Okay, I've gotta take a leak first," Drums said. He went to the bathroom.
As soon as he was gone Malcolm turned to Jen, forgetting all about Teresa. "You can really sing," he said to her.
"Thanks," Jen said smiling at him. "So can you."
"Drums says you and your husband swing?" Malcolm asked.
"Something like that."
"You've got incredible legs," Malcolm said admiringly.
"Thanks, he thinks so too," Jen said with a laugh.
"Your husband or Drums?" Malcolm said with a grin.
"Both!" Jen said with another laugh.
Malcolm boldly opened her jacket and looked at her chest. Her braless tits pressed against the tight t-shirt in an incredibly alluring way, especially with her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.
"You like what you see?" Jen whispered in a hoarse voice.
"You don't dress like this and expect guys not to look," Malcolm said staring at her small braless tits.
"You can look, you just can't touch," Jen said.
"I can't do this?" Malcolm said putting his hand on Jen's thigh under the table.
"You think a lot of yourself," Jen said. But she didn't make him take his hand away. She had her cum face on.
"Life is short," he said caressing her thigh. "Let's hook up sometime."
"I'm with Frankie," Jen said. "And I do have a husband."
"I'll make you feel really good," he promised grinning confidently.
"Oh my god, you have no idea how many times I've heard that," she laughed incredulously.
Still Jen didn't make him take his hand away. Emboldened he caressed up her skirt. He felt her lacy stocking tops and then the bare skin above. "God I've got to get you in bed!" he whispered, lust in his eyes.
"What about Teresa?" Jen asked, looking over Malcolm's shoulder. The busty groupie had the glassy look of someone who was drunk and high.
"I'll probably leave her here," Malcolm said with an unconcerned shrug.
"That'd be an ass move," Jen said reproachfully. "Can't you see? She's about to pass out."
"I'll pay for her taxi home," he said with an unconcerned shrug.
"How gallant of you," Jen said sarcastically. Still, she didn't make him take his hand away.
"We both had fun, nothing wrong with that," Malcolm said with another shrug. Caressing her bare thigh above her stockings, he looked into her eyes. "I can tell you like having fun."
Jen looked deep into Malcolm's eyes. God, he was gorgeous! She found herself parting her legs slightly, inviting him to move his hand up farther. Smiling, he moved his hand up her skirt. He was pleased (but not surprised) when he discovered she wasn't wearing panties.
She let his hand linger on her pantyless pussy for a moment. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" Malcolm said with an arrogant smile as he stroked her pussy lips. She was soaking wet.
"Okay," Mike said, going into the other room. He listened to Jen type for another 10 minutes, and then he heard her get into the shower to get ready for her date with Drums.
She emerged about 45 minutes later. She looked hot! Jean mini-skirt, opaque black stockings, high heels, t-shirt and short leather jacket. She wore her hair down and brownish lip gloss.
"You look good baby," he gushed looking her up and down.
"Thanks!" she said smiling at him.
"What's the plan?"
"We'll hang a while, then go to his concert," Jen said.
"You'll come back here after, right?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, of course, right after," she promised.
There was a knock at the door. "That's him," Jen said. "How do you want to handle it?"
"I'd rather he not see me," Mike said. "I want to talk to him about our arrangement, but not right now."
"Okay," Jen said. "I'll text you when we're coming home." She kissed him.
Mike stepped into the guest bedroom as Jen went to answer the door. "Hi," Jen said as she opened the door, smiling at Drums.
"Hey babe," Drums said smiling back. Jen gave him a brief hello kiss, not wanting her neighbors to see her kissing another man.
She smelled alcohol on him. "Are you drunk?" she asked with a laugh.
"Nah, I just had a couple," he said smiling at her. "Ready to go?" He moved to put his arm around her.
She stepped away from his arm. "We don't publicize it," Jen whispered.
"Oh okay, right, sorry," he quickly said.
She smiled and playfully bumped into him as they left the loft apartment. "Come on, let's go," she said with a playful laugh.
They caught a cab. Drums told the taxi driver the name of a bar. "Everyone's meeting there," he explained to Jen.
Once they were a few blocks away from her neighborhood, Jen straddled Drums' legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hi again," she said looking into his eyes.
"Hi," he said. They kissed again, this time a long lingering kiss. Drums ran his hands over Jen's ass. Then he ran his hands up her back, under her jacket. His body jerked when he didn't feel a bra strap.
"Yeah, I didn't wear a bra," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm not wearing panties either. I'm your slut today." Drums' cock was so hard it hurt.
"You're my slut huh?" Drums asked with a crooked grin.
"Yeah, I like being your slut," Jen breathed into his mouth, then she kissed him again.
They arrived at the bar. "Let's blow this off and go to my hotel room," Drums urged Jen, kissing her some more.
"No," she laughed, pulling away. Always the social butterfly, she said "I want to meet your friends."
Malcolm and Jay were there as well as many of the other musicians, all of them guys except for the backup singers. There were wives and girlfriends and a few girls some of the guys had picked up last night. Drums explained some of the band had brought their wives and girlfriends because this was a long stop in New York. Diana was there, Jay's wife.
Drums introduced Jen to Arnie, their agent and business manager. Arnie was with his wife Lucy.
Malcolm was with one of the girls from last night. The busty blouseless one (her name was Teresa), although here she had a shirt on of course. Malcolm gave Jen a long up and down look, not even trying to be subtle or hide his interest. He made room. Drums led her over and sat so Jen was between him and Malcolm with Teresa on the other side.
"What are you drinking?" Malcolm asked. There were a pitchers and bottles of wine already on the table.
"Don't you have a concert tonight?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.
"We play better when we're drunk!" Jay said. The entire table laughed and all the guys high-fived and clinked glasses. His wife Diana wrapped her arms around him and kissed him open mouth.
Jen smiled intrigued, looking at Jay and Diana making out. She smiled as people good naturedly yelled "Get a room!" She was getting into their carefree, party-all-the-time, anything goes camaraderie and lifestyle. After working all morning she could definitely use a drink. But she knew she better pace itself. "I guess I'll have some wine," she said. Malcolm immediately poured her a glass, touching her hand as he gave it to her.
A lot of the guys stole glances at Jen. She was easily the prettiest girl in the entire bar. They snuck glances at her chest as it was pretty clear she was braless, her nipples denting the clingy t-shirt.
The other girls didn't appreciate their men giving Jen so much attention and scowled at Jen. But Jen was so bubbly, engaging and sweet, the other girls couldn't help liking her even as their men continued to drool over her pretty face and perky tits.
After a while the bar became a karaoke club. There was a big playful debate over whether to stay or go. Ultimately they decided to stay because they had to leave soon anyway for the concert. Their table got into the spirit of it all, and Malcolm and Drums did a song together (no one recognized them, the Ramones weren't that famous yet). Jay and a few of the girls did songs too.
Drums pestered Jen to do a song. She didn't take too much convincing because she liked karaoke. She put her name on the list and eventually her turn came up.
Jen got up on stage and the bar quieted, the crowd taken by Jen's beauty. She sang Rhianna's Take a Bow. Her voice was beautiful and she sang with emotion. As always she got into it, her body swaying perfectly to the music as she sang. As she finished the crowd was momentarily silent, stunned by her performance. Then there was a roar of applause and a big standing ovation.
Everyone at the table looked amazed and heaped praise on her. "Wow!" Drums said grinning as she sat down. "You're really something!"
"Thanks," Jen said smiling, blushing from all the praise.
"You ought to go on tour with us," Drums said.
"Yeah right," Jen said with playful sarcasm.
"I'm serious, you can be one of our backup singers," he said.
"I've already got a job," Jen reminded him with a laugh. "Besides, I don't think Mike would like me spending all my time with you."
Drums gave Jen a crooked smile. "You told Mike about us?"
"Of course I did," Jen said.
"What'd he say?" Drums asked.
"He's good," Jen said with a shrug. "I told you, we have an arrangement." She laughed. "Don't worry, he won't take a bat to you when you see him."
"I've gotta see him?" Drums asked looking apprehensive. "I mean I like Mike, but it'll be awkward don't you think?"
"If we're going to see each other he'll want to talk to you," Jen explained patiently. "He is my husband, he has that right."
"Okay, I guess so," Drums said reluctantly agreeing.
Jen hesitantly added "He'll want to watch us too. You know, in bed."
"No fucking way," Drums said shocked.
"That's what he gets out of it," Jen explained, squeezing Drums' hand. "He likes watching me with other guys. Don't make a big deal about this okay? It'll be a lot easier if you just go with it."
"Okay," Drums said warily. "I just have to get my head around this."
"It'll just be sometimes," Jen assured him, still holding his hand. "When it happens just pretend like he's not there."
After a few more songs Arnie said "Okay gang, we better head over to the Garden." While Arnie partied too as hard as anybody, Jen realized he was the adult in the room.
"Okay, I've gotta take a leak first," Drums said. He went to the bathroom.
As soon as he was gone Malcolm turned to Jen, forgetting all about Teresa. "You can really sing," he said to her.
"Thanks," Jen said smiling at him. "So can you."
"Drums says you and your husband swing?" Malcolm asked.
"Something like that."
"You've got incredible legs," Malcolm said admiringly.
"Thanks, he thinks so too," Jen said with a laugh.
"Your husband or Drums?" Malcolm said with a grin.
"Both!" Jen said with another laugh.
Malcolm boldly opened her jacket and looked at her chest. Her braless tits pressed against the tight t-shirt in an incredibly alluring way, especially with her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.
"You like what you see?" Jen whispered in a hoarse voice.
"You don't dress like this and expect guys not to look," Malcolm said staring at her small braless tits.
"You can look, you just can't touch," Jen said.
"I can't do this?" Malcolm said putting his hand on Jen's thigh under the table.
"You think a lot of yourself," Jen said. But she didn't make him take his hand away. She had her cum face on.
"Life is short," he said caressing her thigh. "Let's hook up sometime."
"I'm with Frankie," Jen said. "And I do have a husband."
"I'll make you feel really good," he promised grinning confidently.
"Oh my god, you have no idea how many times I've heard that," she laughed incredulously.
Still Jen didn't make him take his hand away. Emboldened he caressed up her skirt. He felt her lacy stocking tops and then the bare skin above. "God I've got to get you in bed!" he whispered, lust in his eyes.
"What about Teresa?" Jen asked, looking over Malcolm's shoulder. The busty groupie had the glassy look of someone who was drunk and high.
"I'll probably leave her here," Malcolm said with an unconcerned shrug.
"That'd be an ass move," Jen said reproachfully. "Can't you see? She's about to pass out."
"I'll pay for her taxi home," he said with an unconcerned shrug.
"How gallant of you," Jen said sarcastically. Still, she didn't make him take his hand away.
"We both had fun, nothing wrong with that," Malcolm said with another shrug. Caressing her bare thigh above her stockings, he looked into her eyes. "I can tell you like having fun."
Jen looked deep into Malcolm's eyes. God, he was gorgeous! She found herself parting her legs slightly, inviting him to move his hand up farther. Smiling, he moved his hand up her skirt. He was pleased (but not surprised) when he discovered she wasn't wearing panties.
She let his hand linger on her pantyless pussy for a moment. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" Malcolm said with an arrogant smile as he stroked her pussy lips. She was soaking wet.
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