Rock Goddess!!!

It took me nearly three weeks, I had to go through every person I know and they went through every person they knew as well, but I finally got it. I finally got two tickets to one of Jerry Mavis's final concerts. For those of you who don't know Jerry Mavis is a rock legend who has been singing for 30 years. Now, at the age of 50, he has finally decided to perform his last tour across the United States before officially retiring. Now most singers of his caliber who say they are about to retire, usually comes back after a couple of years and have three more final tours. But unfortunately for Jerry, this is probably it. All of his original band-mates have left the group, the new ones are leaving for other opportunities, and last year he collapsed on stage, twice. Doctors told him he had to quit because all the stress of doing these shows were finally getting to him. So after a few months break he came back but announced it would be his final tour. He would take longer breaks in between each show so he wouldn't stress out and continue going until the very end.

This was important to me because not only was he my idol back in high school, but if it wasn't for him I would never have met my wife, Jane. It was 21 years ago; we were bout about 18, just out of high school. We met at one of his concerts; I still remember the pink and blue stripes in her blonde hair she had at the time, I still tease her about it to this day. We were both seated next to each other, I felt like the luckiest guy in the whole building. I immediately began with every clichéd line that I could think of, but I was not that confident about what I was saying and flubbed most of those lines. She thought it was cute and continued talking to me anyway.

Halfway through the show she got on my shoulders and took her shirt and bra off, my friends who I came here with were jealous of me. A few songs later we started making out in our seats to one of Jerry's famous songs "Rock Goddess", while she was still topless. After the show was over we each separated from each of our friends and found a janitors closet were we ripped each others clothes off and fucked each other silly. We did it three times in that closet, taking breaks in between and talking to each other; I enjoyed the talking as much as the sex.

As fate would have it, I ended up getting her pregnant that night in the janitor's closet. To most couples in that situation they grew to resent each other, but we were different. We got married a year later (yes, after the baby was born) and had 20 beautiful years of marriage. Our children (of which there are four now) knows we got pregnant before we got married. Although we told them we knew each other for 6 months, and didn't have sex until we were ready (give us a break, we didn't want to set a bad example.) I am now a real estate agent and am working on starting my own firm with a few friends of mine. Jane has been a stay at home mom during our marriage, and since our oldest son has gone off to college, and our daughter on the verge of leaving to college as well, she felt it was time to get a career and began taking real estate courses so she could join me.

So when I found out that one of Jerry Mavis's final concerts was coming to my town, I knew I had to get tickets there or die trying. When I finally got them I nearly freaked out. When I got home that night Jane was in the middle of cooking dinner when I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her up to the bedroom.

"Honey," she said laughing. "Not now, we're about to eat. What's gotten into you?"

"It's not what you think," I told her. "Although with what I'm about to tell you, you'll probably want to forget dinner and jump my bones right away."

I pulled out the tickets from my pockets and held them up to her. She read what they were for and her eyes and mouth flew wide open.

"No, fucking, way," she said.

"Yes way," I replied.

"How did you get those?" she said grabbing them from my hand.

"It took me three weeks and a lot of begging, but I got them."

She gave them back to me and her smile went away.

"Get your money back" she said. "We can't go."

"Why the hell not?" I asked. I was so angry; I couldn't believe she said that.

"Because, Jason, we're too old," she replied. "Now let's go back downstairs, dinner is almost ready."

She was almost at the door when I grabbed her by the arm and turned her around.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think it means? We're almost 40 now we're too old to be going to rock concerts."

I guided her to the bed and got her to sit down nest to me so we could discuss this further.

"We are not too old," I began to say. "We may have gotten older, but we are still the same fun loving couple we were when we were 18. Hell, unlike most couples our age we still have sex 3 times a week."

"No we don't," she said laughing.

"Ok, on average 3 times a week."

"Try once a week and it's only twice when it's a birthday or anniversary."

"Ok, you win," I said. "But the point is there is no reason we still can't enjoy ourselves at our age, we still can't go to concerts, especially a Jerry Mavis concert."

I could tell she was thinking real hard about this, it was usually a good sign for me, but sometimes it would turn against me.

"Won't it be weird that we would be there with such a young crowd?" she asked.

"I've been checking it out; people from our generation have been coming out of the woodworks to his concerts so they could see him one last time before he retires. We won't be the only older couple there."

She smiled and said, "Ok, let's do it."

We both jumped up and hugged, and then she gave me a big kiss on the mouth.

"Now, about that other thing we were talking about," I said as I moved my hands to her ass.

"Not now, dinner is almost ready," she said.

She let got of me and left the room to go back to the kitchen.

"Ok," I yelled at her. "But you owe me tonight, young lady."

We had sex for the second time that week.

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Two weeks later we were ready for the concert. Throughout the time our friends were jealous that I got tickets to the concert and they couldn't. My friend, Doug even offered me triple what I paid for the tickets. I said no and didn't even bother to tell Jane about the offer because I was afraid she might change her mind and make me take the money. Our kids were having fun at our expense, making jokes about their old parents going through a mid-life crisis and going to concerts and if we were going to get help getting our wheelchairs up and down the steps. But they told us that they thought it was pretty cool we were going to the concert and demanded that we bring them back t-shirts and if possible, autographs.

The night of the concert we went old school. I wore dark blue jeans, a black Jerry Mavis t-shirt, and my favorite leather jacket that my son got me for my birthday. Jane was totally hot in her tight blue jeans and tight top. Her Jerry Mavis t-shirt, the same as mine, had a rip on top that showed just a glimpse of cleavage. I don't know how I got so lucky to have a wife who was still hot after all these years. She's about 5'5", only a few inches shorter than me. She had great dirty-blonde hair that curled only slightly at the ends. Her butt has gotten a little bigger since we were young, but I didn't mind, it was still firm and great to grab on to. And of course her tits, perfect 38 D's, were still as firm and beautiful as they ever were.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Still hot as ever," I told her.

"Thanks, handsome," she said and then give me a small kiss on the mouth. "Thanks for convincing me to do this."

"So no pink and blue stripes this time I see," I said teasingly as I stroked her hair.

"You're an asshole," she said and kissed me again.

When we went downstairs our kids were laughing at us and taking pictures. Our oldest daughter teased Jane about the cleavage she was showing which made our second son turn away and blush because he couldn't see her that way. Before we left they told me to be a gentleman to mom and to bring her back home by midnight, and not to talk to strangers or be peer pressured to drinking or taking drugs. I promised no drinking.

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At the concert, it was just as I told Jane. There were plenty of couples our age there mixed in with the larger younger crowd. We even saw a couple who were a few years older than us who came with their teenage son and daughter.

The concert began with a big bang, everyone cheered wildly when Jerry Mavis went on stage. We were in the 20th row, center stage; not too far away but close enough to get a great view from our seats. Jerry thanked everybody for coming and began singing with one of his original hits "Psycho Spill on Aisle 7" followed by "Tony Shot His Wife." Jane and I were dancing like crazy in our seats, but no worse than how everybody else was. It didn't take long into the show before girls started taking their tops off, and guys getting plastered and a few starting fist fights. Not much has changed at rock concerts in the last 20 years.

About ninety minutes into the show more and more girls began sitting on top of their husbands and boyfriends shoulders taking their shirts and bras off. Jane and I looked at each other; we were both considering whether or not to go along with the crowd.

"What do you think?" she asked but yelled it into my ear because of how loud the music and crowd was.

"It's all up to you!" I yelled back.

"You really wouldn't mind me going topless?" she asked loudly.

"Show these young bitches what real tits look like," I yelled back.

I got on my knees and she got on my shoulders then I carefully stood back up. We had to get our balance first; this wasn't like when I was 18. I finally got my balance and she took off her shirt and threw it down to me. She then took off her bra and twirled it in the air as she was screaming for Jerry to look at her.

There was a huge TV screen over the stage that was showing parts of the show and clips from Jerry's past music videos as the concert was going. We didn't know that they were going to do this they started showing clips of the audience, mostly the different women who were sitting on someone's shoulders topless. Each time they showed a new girl, the crowd roared. I was scared of how Jane would react when we saw this happening; I thought she might want to come down off my shoulders. The cameras finally got on her; there she was, on a 20ft TV screen, topless for the whole audience to see. She raised her arms and smiled at the camera; the crowd went crazier for her than they did for all the other girls. She blew the camera a kiss, and the crowd roared again.

The TV screen showed a few other girls before going back to Jerry Mavis singing. Jane told me to let her down now and I did.

"OH MY GOD!! DID YOU SEE THAT?" she yelled.

"Yes," I said smiling.

"That was awesome," She said. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

When Jerry began singing "Rock Goddess", it was just like old times again as we began making out in our seats, while she was still topless.

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When the concert we left to find the janitors closet to continue reliving the old days. But unfortunately we found that things have changed and those areas are more secure now so we decided to just get the hell out of there and stop by a motel before we go home. But before we left the building we were stopped by a long haired, bearded man in a white suit. It was Sam Perkins, the long-time manager of Jerry Mavis.

"Hope you two aren't going home just yet," he said smiling.

"Not quite," I said and smiled at Jane.

"In that case if you two have nothing else planned for tonight, Jerry Mavis would like to invite the two of you to his hotel suite for the after party."

"You serious," I said. "He's inviting us."

"Well, it's more like he invited you," he said pointing at Jane.

"Me?" asked Jane.

"Yes," he answered. "He liked what he saw on the big screen, and asked me to find you to invite you personally. It was assuming that I could find you in this crowd, I got lucky when I found you."

"Wow!" Jane said, squealing like a school girl. "This is so exciting."

"Take these," he said passing us two red plastic cards. "They will get you in to the party. It's at the Hilton, penthouse suite."

"We'll be there," I assured him.

"I hope he chooses you, doll" he said to Jane and gave her a wink before walking away.

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I was driving us to the Hilton we were halfway driving there when Jane started talking to me.

"Jason," she began to say "You do realize what Sam Perkins meant when he said 'I hope he chooses you', right?"

"I think I do," I said.

It is a well known fact that Jerry, who has been married for 15 years now, has an arrangement with his wife. She lets him have sex with one girl, after each of his concerts, and one girl only. And so far Jerry has been known to be faithful to that rule and only sleeps with only one girl after each show, and no more. It has become apparent to the both of us that he may choose Jane.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I don't know what to say," I told her.

"Listen to me, Jason," she began to say. "Its no secret that I always had a thing for him since high school and I will be honest with you, if he chooses me I want to sleep with him."

"I figured that," I said.

"But if you have a problem with that, I will respect that and won't do anything with him. As much as I want to, I won't."

I pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car. I turned over Jane and held both her hands.

"Honey, listen to me," I began to say. "I would love it if you slept with him."

"You would?" she asked, very much surprised at me.

"Jerry Mavis is a rock legend; he's been my idol for as long as I can remember. That fact that you might sleep with him is probably the most amazing thing I've ever been part of. Trust me, he is the one guy I won't have a problem with you having sex with."

She grabbed my head and gave me a huge kiss on the mouth. She told me how much she loved me and I told her how much I loved her. Before we left, she undid my pants and gave me a blow job.

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We the entrance to the suite there were two large me guarding the door. We showed them the red cards that Sam Perkins gave us and let us in. It was wild in there. Jerry's music was playing, but not too loudly. There were a ton of people, lots of girls of course. There was a lot of smoke in the air (not from tobacco if you know what I mean.) A half-naked waitress with a tray of drinks came by and offered us something to drink. We took two glasses and started drinking as we went through the room.

We chatted up with some people for a while before we finally saw Jerry Mavis. The man was glowing. He was a tall guy, about 6 inches taller than me. He had long black hair that was tied back in a pony tail. And for a man of 50, he was still very muscular. People moved out of the way as he walked through the room so he could move freely about the suite. He was walking slowly, shaking hands and greeting people. My heart was racing; I couldn't believe I was actually in the same room with him. I looked Jane, she was also entranced by him; she stood there frozen and wide-eyed. I had to remind her to breathe and she took a deep breath

It wasn't long before Jerry looked over to us, or to Jane I should say, and walked over to her. Jane began walking up to him slowly, still not saying anything and not blinking. Then something wrong happened, when they were about 10 feet from each other this young 19 year old tramp stepped up from the side and got Jerry's attention. She had jet black hair, was wearing a black mini-skirt with a tight black top that showed off a lot of her obviously fake tits. Jerry forgot about Jane and took the young slut by the hand and walked away.

Jane turned around and walked right back to me with a look on her face like she might just cry.

"I guess we can go home now," she said depressingly.

"I don't think so," I told her.

I grabbed her arm and dragged her through the room. I swerved us through the crowd until I reached Jerry, who was just about to go into the master bedroom with the girl.

"Jerry!" I called for him.

He turned to us and with a smile said "Hey."

"Hey Jerry," I began to say. "First of all, I'm a huge fan of yours."

"Thanks, bro," he replied.

"But I have to say you're making a big mistake taking that girl, this is the girl you want" I pointed at Jane.

"I don't know bro. Your girl is hot, don't get me wrong, but I only do one girl after every show and I have to make it count."

"I know about your rule, but trust me you can make it count for her. Sure these 19 year olds like this skank here sounds good on paper, and I'm sure you have had plenty of fun with them over the years—"

"I have," he said.

"But after all these years, aren't you tired of these young broads,"

He thought for a moment and said "I'm listening to you, go on."

"You don't have many concerts left, so you don't have that many more chances with sleeping with your female fans. So why not make it count with someone who has been a fan of yours since the beginning."

"That is true," he said.

"But she's old," said the skank.

"She's experienced. How often do girls her age know what she's doing in bed?"

"Not many, come to think of it," Jerry replied.

"Hey!" the skank screamed.

"So how about a woman who actually knows what she's doing? Who knows what to expect by now and go with it? Also, someone with real D-cups not fake like those?" I pointed to the skanks fake tits.

"Dude, you're so right."

"Huh?" said the skank.

"Man, I'm tired of trying to teach these young bitches what to do in the sack; I want a real woman for once. One who knows actually knows what she's doing" he looked at the skank "also one with real tits."

He let go of the skanks hand and took Jane's hand.

"I'm sorry," he told Jane. "Didn't know what I was thinking. You wanna fuck?"

"Yes," Jane said ecstatically.

He opened the door to the master bedroom and led her in. Jane took one last look at me and said "I love you" before the door closed.

The skank looked at me, called me an asshole and walked away.

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I kept looking at my watch; they were in the bedroom for nearly an hour. I was both jealous and happy for Jane. I bided my time having a few drinks with some of Jerry's band-mates, listening to some of their stories on the road. They thought it was cool the way I approached Jerry like I did and made a case for my wife; they also thought it was cool that I was cool with Jane having sex with Jerry.

After about one hour and ten minutes the bedroom door finally opened and Jerry walked out alone. He had a happy look on his face and he was limping like he had just run a marathon. He walked up to me and gave me a huge bear hug. They guy was strong, could hardly breath from that hug.

"Thanks bro," he said as he let go of the hug. "Your wife is awesome. You are one luck dude."

"Thanks," I said, trying to act cool.

I put his arm around my shoulder and guided me to the bedroom door.

"I got about a dozen concerts left in the tour so that's about a dozen girls left for me. I'm still going after the young ones, but after this I am definitely going to look for a few women like your wife."

"Thanks, man" I said.

"By the way, your wife wants to talk to you."

He opened the bedroom door and gently pushed me in and closed it behind me.

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In the bedroom, Jane was there in her underwear. She ran up to me and jumped on me; her arms and legs wrapped around me as I held her up and she gave me a huge wet kiss.

"Thank you honey," she said. "It was amazing..."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said, I was happy for her.