There’s a local band I’ve been following for a few months. Until last weekend, I’d make my husband watch me get dressed to go out and tell him about how I was going to go back stage and let every guy in the band fuck me and pump me full of cum before I came back home, but as I was getting ready Friday night, sliding my stockings up my legs and stepping into my micro-mini skirt, I decided to throw my hubby a bone and let him come out with me.
We walked into the club and there was a table reserved for me up near the front of the stage. I sat down, flashing my bare pussy at the band and felt myself getting wet. I reached over and squeezed my husband’s little cock and patted his thigh and said, “I’m going to go dance. Watch my purse.”
I hopped off my stool and walked over to the dance floor. I started moving my body to the music, feeding off the energy of the crowd. I looked over at my husband, and slid my hands between my legs, torturing him with my slutty little moves. Between sets, I came back to the table and ran my hands over his cock, whispering in his ear about how the band was going to fuck me after the show and he was going to watch, and if he was lucky, he’d be sucking every one of their cocks and cleaning every drop of their cum from my pussy for the rest of the weekend.
