I pulled into my driveway and hit the button to open my garage door only to see that my garage was full of band equipment. My husband Dean poked his head out of the entry door and gave me a sheepish grin. He walked across the garage and waited for me to shut the engine down after putting my Honda in park in the driveway.
"I forgot to tell you that practice got moved," Dean said as I got out of the SUV. He kissed me on the lips and I gave him a gently chiding look before smiling.
"It's alright, babe," I said as I kissed Dean back. "I've actually been looking forward to hearing your new songs."
"Really?" Dean asked enthusiastically. I knew he loved it whenever I expressed any kind of interest in his musical endeavors.
"Baby," I said warmly, cupping his face in my hand. "I love your band. I love you."
I kissed him softly on the lips and leaned into him a little bit as he kissed me back.
"Let me just go change," I said when Dean finally allowed me to pull away from his kiss.
I hurried down the hall to the large master bedroom in our sprawling ranch style home. Closing the heavy door behind me, I pulled off my blazer, silky blouse underneath, and slacks and peeled off my nude thigh-high stockings. I decided to keep on the black lacy thong I'd worn for work that day and hide it underneath comfy grey sweatpants paired with a tight red UNM Lobos t-shirt, the soft vintage kind. Before pulling the t-shirt over my head I decided to take off my bra, letting the black lace fall to the floor and watching my nipples harden in the cool air before covering them with the soft t-shirt. The material of the t-shirt was so thin my nipples remained hard, as if they hadn't been covered at all.
When I made my way back down the hall to the kitchen, the rest of the band had arrived.
"Hey Lila," said Robert, the 6' 3" tall drummer with long red dreadlocks and a thick red beard, smiling widely at me as he poured himself a shot of Jack Daniels.
Jesse, the 6' 5" tall lead guitar player who looked like he belonged in an 80s hair band, was corralling his long, wild hair into a ponytail with a rubber band, full shot glass on the granite countertop in front of him.
"Mami," Jesse said, using his longtime nickname for me as he opened his arms for a hug. I hugged him back.
At 5' 1" tall, I had always had a thing for tall guys like Robert and Jesse, and I always felt a heightened sense of arousal whenever they were near. I loved Dean but I just couldn't help it; I was human after all, but I had resigned myself to knowing that it would forever remain a fantasy.
Jimmy, the rhythm guitar player and backup singer, who I always swore looked like Bruno Mars when I took my glasses off, smiled at me as he raised his full shot glass, trying not to spill the liquor on the clean tile floor. He was always pretty shy and remained quiet.
Justin, the bass player, who was not much taller than me but had the body of a Mr. Universe competitor, came over to me right away to give me a side hug, careful not to spill his full shot glass.
"Lila!" he exclaimed happily.
"Justin!" I replied.
Dean handed me my usual shot glass, with the words North Carolina emblazoned across in bold, elegant, red vinyl letters, full of my favorite Knob Creek bourbon whisky. All of the bandmates and I raised our shot glasses and cheered each other to ensure a great practice, then tipped our heads back and swallowed our shots in one gulp. All of the guys were impressed at my ability to shoot whiskey without a chaser.
After we took our shots, the guys and I headed out into the garage. The guys jammed out for an hour and a half while I sat on the step in the garage, dancing by myself and enjoying the music. I sang along with the songs I knew well and felt the rhythm and danced along with the songs I didn't know. By the end of practice I found myself no longer sitting on the step but standing on it, swaying and dancing by myself in the garage as if I were in the middle of an enormous music festival. I loved the music so much that I didn't care that I was alone in a crowd of one. I felt incredibly sexy dancing freely, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music written by my husband and his friends, my breasts swinging braless as I danced around.
The allotted timeframe for band practice came and went, and I heard my husband inviting the guys to come inside and hang out. I didn't mind since it was a Friday night, and I loved hanging out with these men whose music inspired my body to move in such a free way.
Dean and I had been married for 3 years, but we didn't have what you would consider a traditional marriage. We had a long history of sharing each other with other people, which admittedly had slowed down a little bit in the years since we'd gotten married. Before we got married and before we really had started dating seriously, it was not unusual to find me in Dean's bed with some other friend of ours, male or female.
Since we had gotten married, I felt that things between Dean and I had started to get a little routine. I was afraid my husband was starting to get bored, so I had been trying to think of ways to keep him interested in my body.
This Friday night, with the guys all standing around drinking whiskey, I began to feel a dampness between my legs. Whiskey had always made me horny. The thoughts that began to fill my head seemed absurd. I could never really do the things I was imagining.
After several shots, I was pretty tipsy and I needed to use the restroom. I headed back to the master bathroom, weaving slowly down the hallway as the shots began affecting my motor skills.
As I used the restroom, I started thinking. I knew how much Dean loved to fantasize about watching his friends fuck me and he would often tell me these fantasies while we were having sex. I wondered how easily I could make Dean's fantasy a reality.
I boldly decided to test my luck and took off all of my clothes, leaving them on the bedroom floor. I went into my closet and slipped into a pair of black thigh high stockings and black strappy heels. I stepped back into the bedroom, doing several turns in front of my full length mirror. I ran my fingers through my waist-length, wavy ash brown hair several times and checked my blue eyes for smudged eyeliner before deciding I was satisfied.
I was walking back down the hall when I heard the guys taking another shot in the kitchen. I called out for them to wait for me, then sauntered confidently into the room. All five of them stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I poured myself a shot.
"To freedom, love, and a good time shared by all," I announced as I raised my shot glass to cheers the guys.
The guys were speechless. They all slowly clinked their glasses against mine and then continued to stare as I tipped the shot glass back into my mouth. It had been a little overfilled so some of the whiskey spilled out of the glass and dripped onto my nipples. The cool liquid caused my nipples to harden into little peaks.
Dean knew exactly what I was doing. It was like I had stepped out of one of his fantasies and straight into his kitchen. He took his shot and then stepped towards me with a look of pure lust on his face, kissing me deeply. He leaned down and took my breast in his hand and sucked my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hard and causing a small gasp to escape my throat. He then did the same to my other nipple.
By now the whiskey, my boldness, and my husband's mouth had me dripping between my legs. I turned to the man closest to me, the lead guitarist Jesse. Not only was he tall, but his hands were enormous. I took one of his hands in mine and guided it between my legs.
