The P_rfect Wife

"A15 and A16, halfway down,' he smiled.

Beth's grin was as huge as Ben had ever seen as she walked to the very center of the front row. "How? How did you get these tickets?" she asked.

Ben shrugged, "Remember the guy who was putting together the world tour for the Stones? I helped him translate all the documents and he told me he owed me. I called him up when I saw your favorite group was going to be touring, he got me these before they went on sale. I guess I owe him now," he sighed, "I hope his cock is big enough for you."

Beth grinned, "He'll, if it isn't he might have to fuck my ass instead. Give me his number, and I'll call him."

The warmup band was a local one and neither he nor Beth knew any of the songs. The crowd seemed to and sang along with them. They were good and Ben made a note to find their music on Spotify.

Then, Beth jumped up, her huge breasts bouncing as the light show began. The wall behind showed a large green lizard rising on its front legs as the hall echoed with a steady beat. As it grew, Ben thought it couldn't be more phallic, it extended its neck and just as four men trotted onto the stage and the crowd exploded, the lizard spit out jets of white creamy liquid. Ben had been wrong, it could get more phallic. Then he studied the members. Had the band just had their pants spray-painted on? He could tell they were all circumcised which wasn't anything he really wanted to know.

He looked over at his wife who had a rapturous look on her face as she bounced excitedly. He wanted to warn her that her dress wasn't made for advanced aerobics but she looked to be in her element.

Then the image faded and the drummer started in on an intro that everyone knew except Ben. His ears felt like they were going to burst as every person there screamed their lungs out. Then he looked over as Geoff Mental grabbed the mic and started to sing. Beth was singing right along with him.

Ben dug into his pockets and found earplugs but he feared it might be too late. He thought about offering a set to Beth but she was waving her arms above her head singing loudly. This went on for the first four songs and then just as they finished "Coming Home to You, Cumming Into You," Geoff stopped and looked out at the crowd.

"Hello Seattle," he yelled. "This is the first time we've played here but shit! We're coming back, that's for sure!" he yelled. "The last time I had such a warm greeting was when I finally showed up at my ex's with the child support check," he grinned.

The crowd cheered loudly and started chanting his name, "Geoff, Geoff, Geoff, Geoff," Beth being one of the louder ones.

Then Geoff turned and introduced his group, Bobby Laud on drums, Billy The Pick on lead guitar, and Demarcus Brandt on bass. The crowd screamed their names.

Then Geoff grabbed the mike again as Demarcus played a series of low notes causing the crowd to again go wild when he looked down at the spectacular blonde bouncing in the front row. "Hang on, hang on, mate," he said holding up a hand. The band stopped, and the crowd stilled.

"B-Girl? Holy shit! Guys, it's B-Girl, our favorite fan," he said loudly pointing at Beth. He looked over off-stage and pointed at the woman.

Ben was shocked to see two large men trot onstage and pull Beth up causing her dress to also pull up exposing her ass. Ben watched in stunned silence as all four band members hugged his wife, and these were not hugs that she'd get from a brother. Their hands were under her dress on her bare ass and they ground their crotches against her.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Seattle, our unofficial fifth element. I give you B-Girl. If you are lucky to own our third and fourth albums you'll hear her on many of the cuts." Ben had no idea which ones were the third or fourth and had no idea his wife was on them. Geoff pushed her forward and Ben wasn't surprised to see her nipples were rock-hard and her face was flushed. She was beaming out at the crowd and Ben hoped she'd look in his direction about she didn't.

Geoff signaled to the side and a member of the crew brought out another mic. Geoff grinned at Beth and then grabbed his mic, "'many of you know this song but never knew whom it was about," he looked back at the other band members and said something. "I think it's appropriate that B-Girl sing lead on the song we wrote for her...what was that? 9 years ago?" he asked.

Ben was shocked as he watched his wife take hold of the mic and belt out some of the more lewd lyrics he'd ever heard. The song was about a girl touring with the band who gave everyone her 'comforting tight wet embraces,'. Everyone who was in the band, the roadies, the security, and other hangers-on. Ben barely recognized his wife as she bounced and thrust her hips with the throbbing chords. Everyone in the first 10 rows could easily see she wasn't wearing panties but as she leaned into the mic, she unconsciously opened her legs wider. Dozens of phones were being held up capturing Beth's exposed pussy.

Ben wished he could pull her off stage but knew there was a better chance that he could fly over her and pull her away. He knew the look on her face, knew when she was that flushed she was aroused, but her swollen labia exposing her pink insides confirmed if they wanted to fuck her onstage they could. When she was done the crown again exploded but this time chanting "B-Girl, B-Girl, B-Girl." Beth was taking bows and the drummer pointed at her exposed ass and crotch, a grin on his face.

The rest of the concert was a blur for Ben as Beth sang along with the group knowing the lyrics to every song. When it was over and they finished their three encores, Ben was left standing as the fans streamed out. He stood looking on the stage, to the left and to the right hoping to see his wife but nothing. Finally, he went over to the security guard.

"Sir, you have to leave," the man said sternly. He pointed up the aisle.

Ben tried to look past the huge man, "My wife," he said as he stood on his toes.

"Sir, I'll ask you once more, please head out the doors behind you," the man said firmly.

"You don't understand, my wife is back there," Ben said. "I'm not trying to be a pain but..." then he had a thought, "Sir, my wife is called B-Girl by the band."

The man's face lit up, "No shit! You are one lucky man. Stay here, I'll confirm and if you're telling the truth I'll get you back there," he said.

Ben looked at the other guard who had a smirk on his face. He knew those looks. They fucked her also. He stepped back and looked around as he waited. What was Beth doing backstage? His stomach hurt as he replayed how familiar the band was with Beth. Then there was the song and if even half of the lyrics described what she did she'd been regularly used by a couple dozen men when Geoff was feeling generous. He stopped pacing and looked expectantly at the guard who waved to his buddy.

"Sir, you can go back," he said, "put this around your neck. Make sure it's not hidden." He handed him a pass on a lanyard.

Ben walked up the stairs, back behind the stage, and into a large dressing room. Beth was sitting on Geoff's lap holding a joint saying something he couldn't make out. Geoff's hand was between her legs moving rhythmically. She looked over as Ben came in, passed the joint to Geoff, and jumped up. She threw her arms around her husband and kissed him.

She pulled her husband over to where three of the band were standing. Ben, that's Geoff over there," she nodded to where she had been sitting, "This is Billy," she gave him a squeeze on his bicep, "Bobby," she kissed his cheek, "and Demarcus," she hugged the tall skinny black man. "They saved my life when I was at my lowest," she said, "I'll never be able to adequately thank you."

Billy laughed, "I thought sleeping with me was the lowest you've ever been," he chuckled.

Beth laughed, "Billy's always had the best sense of humor." She went over and picked up a tequila bottle, "want some?" she asked.

Ben shook his head noting she didn't say, 'Never happened,' "We should go," he said nervously. He knew what she was going to say. Knew that she wasn't coming back to the hotel with him and wondered if she'd even fly back home with him.

"No way! We just got here and I haven't seen these guys in years. They were like family to me," she said looking at the band. She hugged her husband, "I want you to get to know them. I know you heard the song and I deny none of it but they were part of my life and I want...need you to get to know them," she begged.

Ben nodded. It wasn't what he wanted to hear, but it was better than he feared he would hear. "Honey, I'll see you in the morning. Go on back and get some sleep. I love you but want to let these guys fuck me." Or, "Go on. I'll be fine. Geoff asked me to go on tour with them just like I did a few years ago. I'll be back home when the tour is over." He nodded and accepted the bottle. He took a swig and then passed it to a roadie who was walking by.

He must have lived a sheltered life seeing joints being passed, lines of cocaine on tables, various bottles of liquor, and girls and women draped all over the band members. Beth then kissed him on the cheek and trotted back to Geoff who held out a joint. Why would her past bother him? he wondered. Everyone has a past, everyone's past makes the person who they are and he loved who she was. He decided to see what happened and see how Beth acted around these guys.

'Demarcus came up and threw an arm around Ben's shoulder, "I'm impressed," he smiled.

"With what," Ben asked.

"Impressed that you got our B-Girl to say yes." He looked over at Geoff who was stroking Beth's back. "Geoff asked one girl to marry him, just one," he said softly.

"Beth?" Ben asked.

Demarcus looked at the man, "Beth? Her name is Beth? We all had guesses but no one came close to Beth," he smiled. "But yes. He must have asked B-Girl to marry him a dozen times. She always said, 'We'll see...maybe later.' Drove the man up a wall. Then she left. One day she was there, the next she came to us and said she needed to get on with her life and she'd always hold us near to her heart." Demarcus looked over at Geoff hugging Beth tight. "Geoff was out that day doing something. I think he was picking up an engagement ring, at least a bigger one."

"Wow. I never knew any of that," Ben sighed. "She never told me about you...any of this."

Demarcus nodded, "I get it. She never let on but I suspected she was covering up pain when she came to us. Never a word, never saw her cry but I thought she was the saddest person I ever met. I want you to know, we loved...love her. Love her more than family. She was the soul of our band...she'll deny it but she was. After she left, our music sucked. Geoff hasn't written anything since then...hang on, he wrote one more song but refuses to record it. Come with me," he said.

Ben looked back at Geoff leading Beth away from everyone. Then he followed the tall black guy into another room.

Demarcus went over to a pile of duffles and pulled out a faded tired-looking cloth duffle. He unzipped it and pulled out a notebook. "Geoff wrote this in the week after B-Girl...Beth left," he said as he handed the open book to Ben.

B-Girl Blues

My cheeks are wet

My dick is dry

I knew her well

But not the why

B-Girl has ripped my soul

B-Girl gives me pain

B-Girl has left a hole

B-Girl wouldn't take my name

The music's fading

The sun is dark

All colors paling

The future's stark

B-Girl has ripped my soul

B-Girl gives me pain

B-Girl has left a hole

B-Girl wouldn't take my name

It went on for a few more stanzas then was left unfinished.

Ben looked at Demarcus, "Wow, and he never finished it?"

Demarcus shook his head, "Pretty bad, huh? It was as if all spark, all creativity left with her. We performed the next night but canceled the rest of the tour...he canceled the rest of the tour. This tour is the first time we've gone out on the road since she left. We all missed her but it was as if she ripped his soul out and took it with her...if that makes any sense," he said shaking his head. He put the book back and a binder fell out onto the floor.

Ben picked it up and was about to hand it back when a couple of Polaroids fell out. He picked them up, glancing as he didn't want to pry but there was a younger Beth in one of them. He looked at her and she was smiling happily with her arms around Bobby and Geoff. She was wearing a bikini top and looked incredible. He looked at Demarcus, "are there more of her in here?" he asked.

Demarcus nodded as he had his hand out and then sighed, "If you want to look, they're not...she didn't always wear clothes," he stammered.

Ben opened the album and paged through. At least 20% of the photos were of or with Beth. Many were of her naked with various men and women. Then near the back were shots of her and Geoff lying naked in bed. He was struck by the juxtaposition of her clear flawless skin next to the darker-skinned, heavily tattooed man. Then he glanced and quickly looked away from the man's long fat cock draped over his balls. Beth's hand was on his thigh as if reaching for it. Her hand looked to be tiny next to the man's cock.

There were other girls, naked, clothed, sucking cock, riding the different band members but there was an even higher % of Beth engaged in all of these activities. He wanted to close the album, shove it back into Demarcus's hands but he couldn't help it. There was Beth with three men. She was straddling Geoff, Bobby's cock was buried in her ass, and she was holding Billy's cock in front of her mouth as she turned to smile at the camera.

"I took that," Demarcus said quietly. "We had hundreds of sessions where it was just B-Girl and us."

Ben pulled his eyes away from the photos. He had no right to feel jealous. He never even knew her back then, but his stomach felt as if a knife was twisting inside. "Something makes no sense," he said. "Why B-Girl? I just thought it was a cute nickname for Beth but you guys never knew her name?"

Demarcus shook his head, "After a concert in Cleveland we were being hustled out the stage door to our limo, security parting the sea of cute girls," he looked wistful, "You have no idea what it's like being out on the road. These girls wear the tightest or most revealing outfits, some waving their panties in the air...if they wore any at all. Anyhow, we were smiling at all the cute birds and there was this one blonde. She wasn't in the throng but standing off to the side with an irritated look on her face. Geoff stopped and wouldn't move. Even when Ray, our head of security tried to push him along, he brushed his hand off and pointed." He shook his head, "The girls were pawing at us, screaming to take them with us and Geoff just focused on the blonde. Then Ray shrugged and waved two of the guys over pointing at the girl."

Demarcus sighed and took a swig of tequila. He held it out to Ben who took some. "So we're shoved into the limo and then B-Girl was pushed in. I mean, she wasn't being kidnapped, she didn't look happy...kind of resigned, but I don't think anyone asked her. Geoff asked her her name and she shook her head and said she no longer had one."

Ben nodded, "When was this?" he asked.

Demarcus thought and then pulled out another album. He paged though and then smiled. He pointed to the photo of Geoff's beaming face sitting in the back of the limo with Beth next to him. "July 15th, 2013," he said. This was the night we met B-Girl. Oh, your question. We all had experience with the girls not giving us their names. few do, but most say, Candy, Trixie, or Barbie...you know what I mean. So Geoff looked at her and said, 'I get it, no name could ever capture your beauty, so I'm calling you B-Girl.' So that's who she was for two years. Beautiful Girl. B-Girl."

Ben laughed, "I had other thoughts, you know Blowjob Girl...or Bottom Girl."

Demarcus smiled, "We did have a BJ-Girl. Christ! That girl wasn't happy unless she had a cock in her mouth. She'd go to any guy she could...never mind." Then he had a thought, "You know our music?" he asked.

Ben shook his head, "Sorry, other than hearing my wife play it I've never really listened."

Demarcus nodded, "No biggie, but Geoff wrote maybe a half-dozen songs about her before she left, some of our better hits. 'Legs,' 'Deep Inside of You,' 'Waking Up to You,' and others, pretty much all our ballads. Maybe one or two were heavy stuff. Our best hit made it to #3, was 'Over You, Under Me' which again was an ode to B-Girl."

Demarcus took the album back, "Look, if you want copies of all these...you know since you didn't know her then and it might be..."

Ben was going to shake his head but instead nodded, "Can you get me copies? I'll pay you," he said.

Demarcus laughed, "I wouldn't even know who to pay. I'll tell one of the guys to make copies and boom! I'll have copies." Ben gave him his info and then they headed back out to the main dressing room.

Ben looked around, his stomach hurting as he saw neither Beth nor Geoff. Then he thanked Demarcus and walked between the groupies and various men who were oblivious to anything but the naked babes in their arms or on their laps. He came to a door and put an ear to it. He could hear low voices. He gently pushed and it silently opened.

Geoff and Beth were lying on the couch, her legs wrapped around his but both fully clothed. They couldn't see the door without straining their necks so Ben stopped and started to back out.

"Please? I mean, fuck! It would be for 3 months and then you can go back to your life," he said as he stroked her face. "I hate saying that...I wanted it to be our life. You told me over and over, 'Not yet.' I always held out hope that you'd...he groaned and put his face between her breasts.

Beth stroked the man's hair and when Geoff raised his head and when he kissed her, she kissed back. Ben was glued to his spot wanting to both rush forward and pull them apart and to back out and close the door.

Beth could feel the largest cock she'd ever enjoyed pressing right between her legs and she was done telling him she can't, she shouldn't. Ben disappeared somewhere, perhaps with the smorgasbord of cute groupies to choose from, or the coke, weed, and booze. She was feeling the lines she did, or perhaps the incredible weed but her pussy was throbbing.

Geoff's hands felt great, his right was sliding up the back of her thigh onto her ass, and his left was cupping and stroking her breast. She felt his fat tongue inside her mouth remembering how many times he'd had her screaming with pleasure when he was between her legs. He told her, and she believed it, that he'd never once gone down on any girl until he met her. She reached down and stroked his leather pants feeling his huge, incredibly hard cock. She loved it when the band wore their skin-tight leather pants. She could easily see their cocks and how excited they were to see her.

Ben watched in horror as his wife's hand went to the front of Geoff's pants and then inside them. Her arm was moving up and down, her mouth planted firmly on his as their bodies writhed.

Geoff broke the kiss and groaned, "I know you won't believe me but this is the first time I've been able to get it up with a girl without pills since you left." He pulled his pants down, kicking them onto the floor. Then he pulled Beth's dress off in one quick motion. "Fuck!" he said as he looked at her beautiful naked body, "As perfect as I remember," he said before taking a nipple into his mouth and driving a finger up inside her.

Beth was grasping the fat cock, stroking him, and pulling him between her open legs. She felt a huge rush as the plump head pressed against her sopping pussy. "Fuck me, fuck me with your fucking huge cock," she groaned.