It isn’t how I thought our night would end.
We’d been together a couple of years at that point and we still had a lot to learn about each other. We both liked similar music so whenever we got the chance we’d but tickets and line up early to get a spot in the front row.
This was one of those nights, a Saturday and the show opened at 7:30. We were there at 4. The headline was a big deal so by then there was already a line.
We liked the headline but the supporting acts weren’t bad either. One was a local rapper, a woman, with an intense style that we both liked and hadn’t seen live before. Despite not ending up first in line we still got a great spot, just to the right of centre stage. It was packed and intense, the press of bodies was there even before the first act, and I shielded her from the worst of the pressure by standing behind her.
The female mc was second up, by which point both of us were already having a blast. The gig was noisy, a bit uncomfortable but still fun.
The rapper in question was wearing fishnets, a miniskirt and high heels. She had long black hair and a pretty, feminine face that showcased elegant eyes in dark makeup. She would alternate between a demure and understated style and rhyming that was aggressive and full of bravado. Her third song added sex to the latter.
It was explicit, demanding, and for some reason most of it was directed at me.
It might be a technique she did at every show, or I might’ve just been lucky, but either way by the middle of the first verse all her attention was on me. Making intense eye contact she described in detail how well she takes a dick, how tight her pussy is and how badly she wants to fuck.
It was hot, but my wife was right there. She was obviously with me, but it was almost like our apparently shared discomfort only goaded the rapper on.
When the song finished she blew me a kiss and winked, just in case we had any doubt. I tried to laugh it off but expected there’d be hell to pay in the ride home. My wife meanwhile seemed to laugh it off saying ‘wow, she really wants to fuck you! I don’t blame her, guess we’re skipping the after party tonight in case she tries to hunt you down’.
I think I muttered something about it being all for show, unconvincingly.
After the gig my wife was handsy on the walk to the car, despite the sweat and ringing in our ears. Free from the crowd she brought it up again: ‘I was thinking we should’ve gone to the after-party in the end, it would be pretty impressive to be able to say that my husband fucked (redacted)… You would’ve loved that wouldn’t you?’
I was torn because on the one hand it felt like she was leading up to an argument, but on the other she punctuated that last line by grabbing my arse.
We got home quickly and I could barely get in the door before she started undressing me. Within a few minutes we were both in the shower and she was on her knees, my cock in her mouth giving me the most intense blowjob I’d had since our last anniversary.
We made our way to the bedroom, still half dripping, and I considered my options. Either she was jealous and this sudden lust was an attempt to show me that she too was good with her mouth. Or something else was going on.
I decided to test the waters. I directed her to lay face down as I rubbed and kissed my way down her back. She moaned softly as I rubbed her pussy from behind and she arched her back to give me better access. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear ‘seems like you were more into tonight’s performance than anyone’.
She replied in a mix of embarrassment or coyness, ‘i don’t know what you’re talking about’. I said ‘yes you do, I think you’re thinking about (redacted)’s lips on my cock right now’.
At this she shivered, arching her back more but at the same time looking away in embarrassment. ‘You can’t help it can you, right now you’re wet just thinking about me fucking her in that miniskirt.’
Her reply ‘oh fuck, yes’ was all the confirmation I needed. I got up then slid inside her and fucked her to a steady rhythm as I described in detail how I’d make good on the rapper’s promises. She came harder than I think she’d ever before and I followed soon after, shooting streams of cum over her ass and back.
Unfortunately there’s no follow up where I encountered the rapper off stage, but this is the story of how I found out that my wife gets off at the thought of me fucking other women.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qklriu/i_discovered_that_my_wife_likes_the_thought_of_me
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