I received a phone call from Steph, the leader of a local garage band. He said that their bass guitar player had been injured in a car accident and would be out of commission for at least 8 weeks. A mutual friend told him that I played bass, which was true, but the last time I had picked it up was over 20 years ago. My Fender had been stored in its case ever since. In fact, I'd thought of selling it, but just couldn't bring myself to part with an old friend.
Steph said that they had several gigs booked over the next two months and really needed someone to fill in while their bassist was recuperating. The band consisted of young guys about my age (50s to early 60s). They were an "oldies" group that got together for the camaraderie, nostalgia and fun. It sounded really cool to me, so I agreed to join them for an audition and jam session. After hanging up the phone, I practiced non-stop over the next two days in preparation for my tryout so that I wouldn't embarrass myself or disappoint them. Soon I was playing chord progressions and bass riffs like an old pro.
The group consisted of five guys; Mike on lead guitar, Joch on rhythm guitar, Bob on drums, Steph was the singer and played keyboard. And, of course, me on bass; that is, if all went well. Turns out they played mostly the classical oldies tunes from the 60s and 70s, which was right in line with my garage band playing days. It felt really great to be part of a band again. And we sounded pretty good, I might add.
As the guys were packing away their gear, Steph explained to me that the group played gigs that were mostly out of town. They only charged for their expenses which included travel, meals, and hotel. If the client wanted to give us a little more, that was OK, too. But it wasn't about the money. Just a group of guys out to have a good time. He told me that all of the guys were either divorced or widowed. Then he said with a grin, "Some of these private parties get pretty wild. You might even get a little pussy," which he highlighted with a wink and a little poke in the ribs. Then he went on to tell me that the next gig was on Saturday at a private residence about 100 miles away.
That night I told Barb that I'd been adopted by the band and would be playing with them just about every weekend for the next 2 months. She seemed a bit disappointed at first because we had already made tentative plans for a couple of out-of-town trips. But I hastened to add that this was a golden opportunity for a little play time for us.
Barb is a prim and proper librarian by day, but she turns into a loose slut during our little weekend trips and extended vacations. Instead of the conservative skirts and blouses that she wears at the library, she shows off her long legs and ample cleavage with short skirts and tight, low-cut blouses. This normally attracts the attention of guys at the nearby clubs and bars; and, if the lucky stud plays his cards right, earns him a free ticket back to our hotel room for a blowjob and some hot sex.
I told Barb that the band will be playing out of town gigs where nobody knows us. While I'm playing with the band, she can mingle with the guests, flirt with the guys and let nature rule. If she hooks up with a guy, then we can move the party back to the hotel. It will be just like one of our mini-vacations with the added bonus that someone else will be picking up our expenses. Barb smiled and said, "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"
"It's what I do best," I replied with a grin.
That Saturday afternoon we arrived at the site for our gig. Our client was hosting a 60th birthday party for his wife. They were a very well-to-do couple with a large home on several acres. The party was to be held outside around the pool. They had also put up a big white tent in case of bad weather, but the day was sunny with clear skies, so no worries.
I introduced Barb to the guys in the band and then she returned to the hotel to change her clothes while we were setting up the bandstand. We had spent some time at home going over what she would wear that night. I, of course, suggested a few of her sluttier outfits. We finally agreed on a short jeans skirt and a halter top that loosely laced in front and showed off her titties. I told her to skip the panties and bra, but she said she'd like to wear a thong since we were at a private party instead of a bar. I told her that it would only get in the way when she got her pussy licked, but I eventually relented.
The band started playing after cocktails and dinner. We played many of the hits from the 60s and 70s which appealed to the older crowd. Soon several were dancing on the patio and around the pool. The best thing about playing in the band is that you have a great view of the dance floor. Some of the women were in their summer clothes and others were dancing in their bathing suits. Several were wearing such skimpy bikinis it looked like their tits would jump right out of their little tops as they shook their ass and gyrated to the beat. One young 20-something (the daughter of the host I was to learn later) wiggled her tits and ass right in front of me most of the night. I would have loved to f****....well, you know....
Joch had brought his girlfriend, Sandy, but the other guys came alone. So, Barb and Sandy danced together, but were soon separated as several of the guys asked them to dance. I watched from the bandstand as Barb danced several times with Jake.
At our first break, Barb told me that Jake was really coming on strong to her. I asked her what she meant by that and she said that during the last slow song his hand was roaming all over her ass and he was grinding his hard cock into her. I asked her if he got her panties wet and she smiled and said, "Oh, yes."
We had taken our last break and were in our last set, so I told her to go for it. She asked me what I meant by that and I said, "If you want to suck and fuck him, go for it." She asked me if I wanted her to wait until the band was finished playing before going back to the hotel. I told her that I didn't mind if she left with him, but she had to tell me what they did in detail. And I also reminded her that she needed to make sure he had no problems with me joining in later.
I watched from the bandstand as Barb and Jake danced a couple more times before seeing them leave in his Mercedes. I thought, "My wife is leaving with a hot guy in a Mercedes so she can get her pussy sucked and fucked in a luxurious room at the Hilton. I may never see her again..."
This is what she told me happened with Jake.
During the drive she explained how she was a very conservative librarian at home, but we liked to have a "good time" while on vacation or away from home. I'm not sure of the exact words she used, but she told me that Jake got the message. She also told him that he had to be "OK" with me being in the room. Jake said, "You mean your husband is with you?" She told him that I was the guy wearing tinted glasses and played bass guitar in the band. After a brief pause, Jake said he didn't have a problem with that.
Barb said that when they got to the hotel parking lot, Jake reached for her and they made out for awhile. He then undid her halter top and started massaging and pulling on her nipples while they kissed. Curious about his "package" Barb told me she felt his cock through his golf shorts and he was big and hard. Jake unzipped his pants to give her a better look. He told her to stroke it, so she stick-shifted him while he fingered her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong.
