Punk Rock Princess

"Fair."

"But next time, after the show? Take me out for something to eat before we fuck, okay?"

"Yeah. Sure." I guess now was a good time to put my dick in my pants and make myself somewhat proper again. Gwen leaned up and kissed me on the cheek,

"Mmm, your wifey sure doesn't know what she is missing."

Then she left me, walking to the back door of the bar and disappearing into it, the metal security door echoing a bang in the alley. I opened up the piece of paper she gave me and looked it over, noting some of the dive bars she would be playing at in the coming weeks. That's when my phone rang. Fuck. The wife.

"Hey, hon, what's up?" I tried to sound sober.

"Chris? Jesus, where have you been? I left you like 7 messages! Your boss called, that contract you were worried about? Well apparently you had made them a really good offer and they signed? He said you left the office though."

"Oh. Yes." Is what I said instead of 'fuck me really'. "I uhh, had another important client to meet. Big deal, you know me, never stop moving."

"This late?"

"Yeah. You know these new age business types, they keep all sorts of weird hours."

"I suppose. Well, hurry home. Dinner is getting cold and..." The tone of her voice changed, it was now husky and wanton, "We can celebrate together. I have on the red one you like."

"Yup, no problem hon. Just gotta swing by the office quick and get some papers." And wash my cock out in the bathroom sink. "Be home soon. Bye!"

She was none the wiser. With the memory of Gwen still fresh in my mind, I fucked my wife. It would continue on like that for weeks, see Gwen at her shows, end up fucking her, going home and tossing one to my unaware wife. I had a million excuses and she bought them all, as did Gwen when she picked up my phone once while I was fucking her in the back of my van, asking who kept calling. I told her my sister. That was the first time she told me,

"Fuck me like your sister."

The End.