My wife Shannon is in marketing and advertising for a small firm in our Midwestern town. She is 24 and I am 27. We met while in college and married after we both graduated. She is a dark haired beauty who is smart and beautiful but also a bit naïve especially when it comes to men. She recently began her first job in her field after graduating from college. She had worked as a waitress, receptionist and a secretary prior to becoming an account representative for BWK and Associates.
Let me describe Shannon for you so you can get a complete picture of her. She stands 5' 9" tall and weighs 130 pounds. She has very dark, long, and wavy hair that hangs to the middle of her back. She has a very trim figure but she also has very large breasts for her thin frame. Her measurements are 38-24-35. My name is Justin and I have been married to Shannon for 3 wonderful years.
Shannon's first official client is a jazz saxophonist who happens to be African-American. His name is Robert "the Python" Crawford. Shannon and his recording label worked together on the Python tag as part of the complete marketing package for him. Shannon's job is to promote Robert's CDs and concerts for the label. One of her first tasks was getting into Robert's music and then developing the marketing package for him. This led to Shannon and Robert working closely together and also developing an intimate relationship.
Robert had been working on Shannon for over two months and was still trying to get her into bed with him; I was not bothered by this in fact I was quite turned on by the entire notion as she had been very honest with me about the building sexual tension between them. I do not understand it but I am one of those guys who gets excited and very turned on by the thought of his wife having sex with another man. The fact that Robert is black simply added to the excitement of the building fantasy.
Shannon had scored a major coup when she was able to obtain major sponsorship of Robert's concert and promotion tour. She negotiated extensively with the makers of Southern Comfort and they were now the exclusive promoter of The Python Strikes Tour. What made this sponsorship so important was that Southern Comfort provided a brand new tour bus for Robert and the band to travel in during the tour. The bus was painted up in the side with a special Southern Comfort logo and also special graphics about Robert and the tour.
Shannon's employers were ecstatic over her promotional contract signing with a national sponsor and rewarded her handsomely with a bonus. The only slight downside is that Shannon's bosses required her to travel with the band for the first leg of the tour, to make sure that things operated smoothly and to get a feel for the tour as well. The first tour date was scheduled for a three day stay in Chicago and mere three hour bus ride from our home town. Shannon was excited about riding in the big bus with the guys from the band to begin the tour.
On Thursday morning I took time off from the small architectural firm I work for to see Shannon off on the bus tour. We had spent an energetic night in bed having hot and animalistic sex. We whispered to each other as we made love about her spending a long weekend in Chicago with Robert and having his large "python" between her legs all night long. It caused us to fuck long and hard all night long thinking about her being with Robert for that length of time.
Shannon had packed a suitcase which I lugged over to the side of the large dark blue Prevost coach. The driver, an older gentleman, took the bag from me and stowed it underneath the bus with the other equipment. I received a tour of the coach from Shannon and we sat talking and kissing in the large leather sofa in the lounge waiting for Robert and the guys in the band to show up. The guys were already a half and hour late when Shannon received a call on her cell phone. It was Robert and he needed the bus to come pick him up at his house. Shannon agreed with him and with a long kiss and a hug I exited the coach and watched the large custom coach pull away. I waved at her through the darkly tinted window and I think I saw her wave back.
I wasn't worried as I knew that I would be in Chicago on Sunday to pick up Shannon and take her home from the hotel that they would be staying in. Robert was to have a suite and the rest of the band and Shannon would be in other rooms, at least that was the plan. I thought about that as I drove to work.
Thursday night Shannon called me from the hotel to tell me that they had arrived safely and that they were busy performing sound checks and making other pre-opening night arrangements. She then dropped a bomb on me that aroused and excited me.
"Hey Justin it's me." Shannon's voice filled the receiver of my telephone.
"Hi Shannon, how's it going?" I replied.
"Great, the bus is so off the hook. I am still overwhelmed by the luxury of the coach." She exclaimed with great excitement in her voice.
"Off the hook? What's that?" I asked quite puzzled by her expression.
"That means that it is way cool, it's what Robert says." Shannon explained.
"Well, we are busy completing last minute details and we have to eat yet. We just finished the sound check. Things are going well, so far." She related to me with a loud almost young girl's excitement.
"That's sounds good. How's the hotel?" I asked innocently.
"Um...er...great, we have a large adjoining suite." She stammered out.
"We?" I asked quite loudly.
"Um...yeah...ah...Robert and I are sharing an adjoining suite." She stuttered again.
"What exactly does that mean, young lady?" I teased her.
"It means that his suite has a small bedroom adjoining it with a separate entrance; that is my room." She explained with a bit of hesitation.
"That sounds convenient. Do you share a bathroom?" I continued with my teasing.
"Well, sort of. You see there are two bathrooms but they also can adjoin, it is a strange arrangement."
"That is different, so what's up next?" I asked.
"There is a large buffet dinner for the band and crew and then we chill for a while and Robert is scheduled to do his first show at 8:00 and his next one at 11:30 or so. Look I have to go, things are crazy, I will call you after the show. Bye Justin, I love you." She called and then the phone clicked off."
I knew she was having fun and that she was working hard but I could not help but wonder what Robert had planned for Shannon that night after the show. I found my cock becoming partially erect as I thought of her sharing a room, a bedroom, and even a bed with Robert. I fixed dinner and watched television for awhile and finally about 10:30 I went up to bed.
I fantasized about Shannon and Robert that night as I lay awake in bed. I whacked-off twice already from my sexual desires and I felt the urge again as I ran different sexual scenarios through my head. I finally fell asleep but it was a fitful sleep as I knew that phone might ring at anytime.
At 2:30 I was startled out of a sound sleep by the shrill ringing of the bedside phone. I finally found it and put the headset to my ear.
"Hello?" I replied as wide awake as I could sound for the middle of the night. I heard a woman giggling in the background and also the sounds of a loud party through the receiver. The giggling voice sounded familiar and then I heard Shannon's voice.
"Justin, it's me." Said Shannon's voice. Then I heard her giggling some more and then I heard her shush someone.
"Shannon? Is that you?" I replied loudly over the noise through the phone. The party all of a sudden seemed to stop and I heard my Shannon's voice clearly.
"Hi baby, it's me." Shannon sounded a bit different but I could not put my finger on it.
"Hey." I replied.
"Wow, the entire concert was so bad, we really raised the roof." She whispered into the phone. "Robert had two encores both times; he is going crazy right now."
