In the weeks after the band recorded their album, they spent days in the annexe practising their anarchic rock music. I heard them on long calls with their management company, finalising the plans for their tour. Their first few gigs were always in small bars in and around Middlesex, so they could test their new arrangements and material in front of a live audience. Every year, they played a free concert at a West London Pride event, and also at a village school fete in Hertfordshire where Paula's favourite music teacher taught.
Natasha and I had plenty of sex; she adored pegging me, I still had lots of golden showers, I had a daily diet of cunnilingus, and we found time for some more vanilla intimacy. We had some group sessions with Nessie and Faye; wonderful afternoons of mutual enjoyment as the two submissives sated the needs and wants of the punk rockers before the dominant musicians savagely defiled us with large dildos in their waste waters.
The toy Monika made me buy had plenty of use. It throbbed wonderfully against my P-Spot and on its lower settings could keep me at an incredible level of horniness, spewing pre-cum, but without getting close enough to properly orgasm. More powerful vibrations would empty my balls in minutes. I loved my BadBoy and used it weekly at least.
My girlfriend and I grew closer. We spent lots of time together and I tried to ensure that we went out once a week as a couple. When I had a stressful few days at work, Natasha understood and soothed my tensions with love and dominance. I had never been so happy in a relationship, nor satisfied. We discussed Christmas, and I suggested we hire a cottage in Windermere for the festive period. She agreed, and I found a suitable property.
As the start of their season-long tour approached, we had more serious discussions. Natasha had never been away without an agreement of total openness in her relationship and she broached this subject once more. She wanted to discuss the reality of what was coming. "Tours are wild, fun things," she admitted. "We will all fuck loads of horny men and women. Sometimes at the same time," she giggled. "You do know that, don't you?"
I did, and we agreed my girlfriend had the freedom to do as much safe sex as she craved, providing I was not present at the concert. I had tickets to two of the band's gigs, and on those days, we'd meet up instead of her finding an overnight lay.
Natasha gave me the same privilege, but I immediately scoffed at her offer. "The only people I get sex with will be touring the country," I laughed, and my lover patted my shoulder.
"I'm sure you'll find something," she mused. "I wasn't here when Boh came down and you had non-stop kink with an eighteen-year-old. Absolutely incredible. I was so fucking jealous! I'd loved to have played with that bitch!"
The day before she left, she frantically packed and then we walked to the pub in the centre of the village for a private couple night before we parted. She flirted outrageously, teased me about her non-stop orgies on tour and then dared me to run up the quiet lane to our home bottomless. We raced each other, our shorts in our hands, striding through the warm evening.
I was desperately horny when we reached home, and I tackled her onto my small patch of grass beside my front door. I devoured her slit in the evening twilight. She groaned as my lips danced over her sensual folds. They tasted and smelt of her delicious arousal, and I lapped up her excitement with relish, twisting and turning my tongue to flick and devour her button.
She gasped as my finger slid into her slippery opening, gently curling to probe and massage her insides. Her hands rubbed the top of my head as she panted and sighed. Irregular breathing, gentle cries and groans interspersed with gasps and pants. My fingers pressed against her G-Spot as my tongue caressed her clit.
She lovingly rubbed my hair as I worked on her. Tasting her glorious arousal. Smelling her unique scent. My left hand pawed her at her bosom, and I gently rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
Her thighs quivered. She squealed. Her body gripped by the onrushing inferno of her orgasm, she bucked her hips and her pelvic muscles tightened. Her frame shook as she cried into the twilight, feeling the force of her climax erupt inside of her loins and flood over her flesh.
I took a condom from my wallet. She said nothing as she lay on the grass lawn and sighed as my sheathed prick gently slid into her welcoming opening. Gentle thrusts as we kissed lovingly; her cunt gripped my cock as I held her legs vertical.
"I love you," I muttered breathlessly as I increased my tempo, pounding my girlfriend. She squealed through the pants as I rammed into her, harder and faster, slamming my dick into my kinky lover with wild abandon as she lay in the muddy grass.
She panted and mewed as I neared my point of no return. Horniness engulfed me; my body tingled as I shivered and a wave of erotic energy flashed through me. My pulsating cock filled the condom.
Natasha felt it. She smiled at me, looking longingly at me through glazed eyes. We kissed once more, and she guided my head back towards her slit. "Go down on me," she demanded.
And the moment my lips touched her slippery crack, she grunted, and a torrent of her champagne splashed into my mouth and onto the grass. She laughed as her bladder expelled over me and I licked her piss-soaked cunt as it continued to rain into my face.
"I fucking needed that," she muttered. "Let's shower together and do part two inside." Which is what we did. Natasha buried her strap-on into my backside before I went down on her again. She emptied her bladder over my lips and face as she dunked a pair of her old panties into her stream.
The soaked underwear dried overnight in my en-suite and she passed me the smelly cotton in the morning, before she left. "Something to remind you of me," she giggled and I inhaled the concentrated scent of my girlfriend.
I loved every moment of our play and had to wipe my teary eyes after their minibus came and the band drove towards Portsmouth with the phenomenal musicians in exuberant spirits.
Natasha and I talked three or four times a week, sometimes via video chat. She showed the latest merchandise they were selling and a venue they played at, and I got to experience some of the tour. I also received a call when the drunken musicians stripped Nessie, daubed sexual invitations over her skin in a marker pen and fastened her to a radiator in the corridor of the cheap hotel, abandoning her to a stag party for fun and defilement. Every day the WhatsApp private group was awash with sordid pictures and clips, and I had no end of masturbatory material. Clearly, tours were wild, bawdy affairs.
But I longed for Natasha to come back home. I wanted my girlfriend with me and although work took my mind off her absence, my evenings were lonely. I missed her terribly.
In mid-September, the band played at a Leicestershire indoor beer festival and, as I had nothing to do that weekend, I travelled to watch them. I rented a cheap hotel room beside the rugby club hosting the event, and I surprised Nessie by coming up behind her. She jumped, squealed, and hugged me.
I watched the band as I tried new beers and spoke to their sexy seller. It had been a "fantastic" tour, with the musicians predicting that they would have run out of much of their merchandise by the middle of October. Nessie had reordered the items and they would collect next month, but the strong sales numbers were good for their finances. The music at the event was amazing; Natasha's vocals dominated the function room and their high-energy performances were incredible.
I hadn't told Natasha I had travelled to see her, and when the band finished their set, I watched Fox and Laurie load their instruments onto the truck as the girls mingled amongst the revellers. A young, tattooed muscle-clad man made a bee-line for my girlfriend and she spoke earnestly with him, sliding her hand down the front of his trousers with a wide, beaming grin. I wanted to interrupt, and was in two minds to do so, when Faye saw me observing the scene. "Hiya John. Didn't expect you here. You good?"
