This is a piece of fiction inspired and sometimes drawn directly from my real life experiences. As with all my writing, however, it is a work of my imagination, and all similarities to living people, whether intentional or not remain fictive.
Friends with Benefits, Ch 3 The Gang Bang Duet
We performed a duet for a bachelor party.
I didn't really know the groom that well, but we had some friends in common and my husband knew the groom much better than I did. The original invitation to me and B- to perform at the bachelor party had actually gone through my husband, after the best man had heard from my husband that my ex-boyfriend B- and I were still in the same orchestra and had kept playing gigs together as a duet even after I my husband and I got married.
The duo performances were often short, 2-3 pieces to add some class to a garden party or a wedding, or playing a set of 5-6 pieces during a reception so that there would be live background music. It provided some pocket money that B- and I could split, and since we were "friends with benefits" anyway with the approval of my husband, it was another chance for me to have sex with my ex when I needed a good hard fucking.
I'm not sure why we ended up spicing it up. Maybe because it was for a bachelor party, or maybe because my husband had planted a seed in my mind when he suggested that B- and I should come up with something interesting for the gig since it was a bachelor party with a lot of guys who might not appreciate the staid serious world of classical music.
The idea was hatched while the two of us were at the bar one night after our weekly orchestra rehearsal, probably too many drinks in when we began joking about how we could spice the gig up a little. The idea began innocently enough, when we were talking about how Ravel's Bolero became famous to many people in the 1980s because there was a movie called "10" (starring the comedian Dudley Moore and the very sexy and voluptuous Bo Derek) where one of the characters suggested that Bolero was a perfect piece of music to make love to, since it has a consistent drum beat and builds and builds towards a climax in a steady way. We were joking that if we played Bolero we would probably put all of the drunken men at the bachelor party to sleep, so we needed a much more interesting piece of music.
We thought about playing a tango, which we both thought was much sexier, but then B- pointed out that the music was sexy but without two people dancing the tango, the music itself wasn't going to get anyone horny. That's when the idea of us dancing to the tango while playing it came up, but neither of us could figure out how to dance with our bodies sliding up and down on each other while also playing a cello and violin. So that was when I blurted out that we could do a strip dance instead. We both laughed and shrieked because that was even more absurd than dancing the tango while playing (it could have seemed funnier because we had already each had three drinks by then...). But then as we kept throwing crazier and funnier ideas back and forth, it occurred to both of us that it actually wasn't impossible to play and strip at the same time.
The ideas kept getting both more practical and impractical as we kept joking and drinking. At first it was just joking, but somehow by the end of the night (just before we ended up in my bedroom fucking...) we had egged each other on to take the idea seriously as we brainstormed ways to do it. Finally, six drinks in, we hatched out a way that it could actually be done. We would play three pieces of chamber music--the first would be done in a straightforward way, with me on the violin and B- on the cello just playing one of our repertoire duet pieces, and then for the second piece we would start taking clothes off while playing, a kind of classical music strip tease. The third piece would be played completely in the nude, which I had never done before, but thinking about it the idea was actually quite fun and sexy.
The next morning, I had written it off as drunken stupidity, crossed with a bit of verbal foreplay that got us both horny before we inevitably ended up having sex. That was how B- and I ended up having sex after rehearsal the first time, long before I had met the man who would become my fiancé and husband, and it was still the main reason we regularly hooked up for sex even after I had gotten married to another man. For both B- and me, the exhilaration of playing music gets us so jacked up on adrenalin that it is hard to calm down and go to sleep afterward, and so the drinks after rehearsal was at first a way of relaxing and coming down from the high of playing, but we discovered one week after a few too many drinks that an even better way to relieve all of that pent-up excitement was to fuck.
Drinks and sex after our weekly rehearsals became a regular habit, kind of our thing, but we also discovered that an actual live performance in a concert hall in front of an audience was even more of an adrenaline high than rehearsals, and rather than just one bout of sex after drinks, we usually ended up fucking all night after our monthly live concerts, and often skipping the drinks and going straight to hard and nasty sex from all that built up energy and excitement.
Still, I was surprised in the morning when B- texted me and said, seriously, that if we were going to do this gig, that we should perform at the bachelor as a three act strip down, and that he thought we really should consider ending up playing the third piece in the nude. At first, my sober reaction was that it seemed vaguely disrespectful to the music, but I have to admit that even without alcohol in me, I was at least open to the idea, and then eventually I even warmed up to it after B- suggested for the second piece of music a longer section of a concerto where there are numerous alternating points between us, when for a few measures only one of us is playing so that the other could take another piece of clothing off. Even with these alternating solo passages, we would probably still only be able to get down to our underwear by the end of the second piece, and so we would probably have to take the last piece of clothing off before or after the start of the third, but it could realistically be done, even if I still wasn't sure about the wisdom of actually doing it.
