For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.

I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid’, and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy:

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Among my many business partners and friends is a man by the name of James, who, among other things, owns a club that hosts smaller concerts and shows. James booked a rock act for a Friday and comped me two tickets. The ‘Rock Star’ (I’ll use that instead of his real name for the rest of the story) was an older guy, in his sixties and had broken with his old band and was now touring with a younger backing band. Carole, at the time, was in her late twenties. I knew the ‘Rock Star’ was a favorite of Carole’s and she would be excited to go.

That afternoon, we got ready to go. I waited for her in the living room. She came out of the bedroom, stood in front of me, and asked, “Is this okay?”

I looked her up and down. She looked amazing. Her long, thick, brown hair flowed down around her beautiful face, framing it. Her big brown eyes sparkled with joy. She wore a pair of tight dark blue jeans that showed off her curvy ass. Best of all was her choice of shirt. She wore a red, sleeveless, halter-top with a neckline was wide-open and plunged very deep, almost to her bellybutton. As per my rule she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her big beautiful tits bounced as she walked. Her nipples pushed against the tight fabric, making them plainly visible.

“Yeah, that’ll do,” I said, with a grin. I got up and took her hand. “Come on, let’s go have some fun,” I said, pulling her behind me as I walked out the front door and to the car.

Because the venue was an open floor, we made our way up to the front, right up to the stage. The show was fantastic. The music made the crowd jump and clap along. Carole was no exception. She bounced up and down with the music, clapping her hands, and singing along. Several times, I saw the ‘Rock Star’ looked down at us…well, at her…and smile. I knew what he was looking at and watching. As she jumped, those huge tits bounced around in that tight shirt. Several times during the show, I saw her take hold of the top of her shirt, between her tits, and pull it up, readjusting. I knew the ‘Rock Star’, who was looking right down her shirt, was getting a much better view than I was.

After the show, the ‘Rock Star’ went over to a booth next to the stage where he was selling his new CD and offering autographs. We stood in line.

“Hi,” he said to her, with a smile when we got to the front of the line. The ‘Rock Star’ completely ignored me.

“Hi,” she said, shyly. “Can you autograph a CD for me?”

“Sure,” he said, taking one and signing his name on it. “You are the one that was bouncing up and down in front of me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, happy that he recognized her.

He looked down at her tits. “You bounce very nice,” he said, smiling, and then looking back up into her eyes.

I interjected, “She does bounce nice. I’m pretty sure she would like you to sign them too.”

He got a surprised look on his face that was quickly replaced with a big grin. “Would you like that?” He looked back down at her tits.

“Yes,” she quickly answered. “I’d like that.”

The ‘Rock Star’ looked at me for a second, as if to size me up, and then said, “Well, I can’t do that here.” He reached down below the desk and pulled out a big card attached to a neck chain. “Here, this is a backstage pass. I’ll see you after I finish here.”

“Okay,” she said. “Thanks.” She turned excitedly and hugged me.

We went over to the bar and got a drink. “He only gave us one pass,” she said. “Is that okay?”

“Sure,” I said with a smile. “You go and have fun. I’m gonna stay out here and talk to James.”

The crowd cleared out and the ‘Rock Star’ got up from the desk and disappeared backstage. “Go on,” I told Carole.

She kissed me on the cheek and said, “Thank you.” I swatted her on the ass as she walked towards the backstage door.

Two huge Bouncers blocked the door. “Sorry, miss, no one is allowed.”

“I’m allowed,” Carole said, showing the Bouncer her pass.

One Bouncer gave her a knowing look, smiled and then let her through the door. “Wait,” he said, just as she got inside the door. She turned and looked questioningly at him. “I was told that groupies are not allowed to wear shirts backstage,” he smiled again and looked down at her chest. The other Bouncer rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Okay,” Carole said casually.

The Bouncer’s eyes went wide with surprise when Carole reached down and pulled her shirt up and off. She handed her shirt to him. “Oh my God, those are nice,” the Bouncer stared at my wife’s wonderful big naked tits. “Wow,” the other Bouncer said, and closed the door.

From the bar, I saw the Bouncer turn back around with his back against the door. He still had Carole’s shirt in his hand. He looked at it for a second, shook his head and smiled, and then balled it up and shot it, basketball-style, ten feet into a large garbage can.

When the venue was finally empty of fans, James walked up to me. “Hey, what’s going on?” He looked around. “Where is the wife?”

“Backstage,” I said with a smile, “getting an autograph.”

“You’re kidding,” James said, with a laugh. “You know who they are? You know their reputation? You know what they will do to her, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Sit down, keep me company while I wait.”

James laughed. “Sure,” he said. He called over to the bartender, “Bill, bring us a couple of whiskeys.”

He took the shot glass in his hand and held it up. “To Carole,” he toasted.

“To having a complete slut for a wife,” I responded.

Carole tried to walk down the long-crowded hallway. The place was wall to wall people. A man that was right in front of her turned and looked down. “Damn,” he said, looking down at her naked chest. “Come on in.” He put his arm over her shoulders and said, “You are exactly what I was looking for.”

“The ‘Rock Star’ told me to come back here to get an autograph,” Carole told the guy. “Do you know where he is?”

“Oh,” the guy said, with disappointment in his voice. “No, I don’t, but go all the way down the hall and it should be the room on the right. You’ll probably find him there.” Carole didn’t know it, but there were definite rules about what can happen with girls that were personally invited by the ‘Rock Star’. The guy licked his lips as he watched her turn and start down the crowded hall.

I know what the guy saw and what he was probably thinking. He was seeing the piece of ass of a lifetime walking away, but he knew he was not allowed…at least not yet. He watched her tight ass swing as she walked. Her tight jeans perfectly displaying her ass and legs.

A couple of feet down the hall, Carole ran into several other girls. They were surrounded by guys, all of them were drinking and laughing. The little group stopped and looked at her, shocked that she was walking around topless. “Where have those been all my life?” the man in front of her said with a smirk.

Carole stopped for a second, about to ask if they knew where the ‘Rock Star’ was, when a man came up behind her. Startled, she jumped when the man’s hands came around her and cupped her big tits. He looked over her left shoulder as he lifted them up and looked down at them. The man moved right up behind her, pushing his crotch into her ass. Even through both pairs of pants, she could feel he was hard. “Look at these fucking tits,” the guy said, still holding them in his hands. “These are amazing.”

“Thanks,” Carole said, with a smile, looking down at them. She brought her hands up and put them on her tits, covering her nipples. “I’m supposed to find the ‘Rock Star’.”

“Fuck,” the man said, letting go of her and turning her around to face him. “Well, tell him to save some for the rest of us, will ya?”

Carole just smiled at him. She knew what he meant and was excited about it.

“Well, there is no rule against, grabbing a feel,” another man said. He reached around and grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, pushing his fingers deep into her tit-flesh. “These are awesome.” The man didn’t let go for a while, instead he rolled her big soft tits around in his hands.

Finally releasing her, the man turned back and looked at one of the other girls in the group. He reached over and ran his hand over her tits. “Well, anything more than a mouthful is wasted anyway,” he said, now fondling the girl’s small tit.

“The fuck it is,” said another guy, who put his arm over Carole’s shoulders. His hand dropped right down onto her tit and he took hold. “I can think of a million things to do with these big babies.” He paused and then looked down at Carole. “Come with me,” the guy said. “I’ll show you where the ‘Rock Star’ is.”

The man walked her slowly through the crowd in the hall. As they walked, the man continued to fondle her tits. Several times during the trip, the man stopped and allowed other men to grope her. Men grabbed her tits, ran their hands over her nipples, and grabbed her ass.

When they were just about to the other end of the hall, a man stepped right in front of her and yelled, “Oh my God.” The man that was escorting her, laughed and let go of her. The man in front of her yelled, “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” He then stepped forward, leaned down and took her left tit in his mouth.

Carole just stood there, smiling, as the man sucked on her nipple and squeezed her tit like he was milking it. The man didn’t stop nursing until the Escort said, “Stop it, dude, the ‘Rock Star’ is waiting for her.”

With a popping sound, the man finally released her nipple from his mouth. He looked down at her. “Thanks, baby,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. Then he looked at the Escort. “Man, they taste better than they look, if that is possible.”

Finally, the Escort got her to the end of the hall and into the room. Laying back on a large couch was a man that Carole recognized as a member of the band. The Musician had a shirt on, but wasn’t wearing any pants. Next to him on the couch was a young topless girl. She was a cute little blonde, with blue eyes and medium sized tits topped with small pink nipples.

The Musician looked up and Carole and the Escort, but didn’t say a word. Instead, he smiled at Carole and put his hand behind the other girl’s head. He pulled her head down into his lap. The girl giggled and took hold of his cock.

“Suck me, you stupid bitch,” the Musician said. She took his cock into her mouth and started blowing him. Then he looked up at Carole and smiled again. Then he looked at the Escort. “What?” he said, irritated.

“She is for the ‘Rock Star’,” the Escort told him. “You know where he is?”

“Leave her here,” the Musician barked at the Escort. “He’ll be out in a little while.” He patted the couch next to him. “Come here, darling, sit next to me.”

Carole sat down next to the man. The Musician looked over at Carole and smiled. Then he put his hand behind her neck and pulled her face over to his. For the next couple minutes, the two of them kissed as the other girl continued to suck the man’s cock. Carole could tell that the man was about to cum, so she pulled back and pulled his face between her tits. She stroked his hair as he moaned, his face buried between a wonderful pair of soft tits.

Carole looked down at the girl just as he started to cum. The man’s first blast made the girl gag and then cough up the cum. She pulled back and the next spurt shot up into the air, landing on her and the Musician’s legs.

“What the fuck?” he yelled angrily. He pushed the girl off the couch and onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at his sticky cum-covered thighs. “What the fuck?” he repeated. He reached down onto the couch and picked up the girl’s shirt. He started to wipe the cum off his legs with it.

Stunned the girl looked up at him as he yelled at her. Carole felt sorry for the poor thing.

“Johnny,” the Musician yelled. A huge muscular black Bouncer appeared. “Get her out of here. Take her to the other room. Get her away from me.”

The Bouncer smiled and bodily lifted the girl off the floor. He started to lead her away. “Wait,” the Musician told him. The Bouncer stopped and turned back around. The Musician walked up to the girl. He smiled at her with a cold-blooded smile and leaned down to kiss her. The girl was nervous and confused. “I forgive you,” the Musician said, looking down at the girl’s body. “Here, let me,” the Musician said. Reaching down, he unbuttoned the girl’s pants and then pushed them down. He pushed his thumbs under her panty waistband and pushed them down to the ground with her pants. She stepped out of them, as he pulled them away from her. “You won’t be needing these,” he told her, balling them up in a ball and throwing them against the wall. Then he pulled her up to him and grabbed both her ass cheeks. He whispered in her ear, “If there is anything left, I may have you give me some later.”

The Musician pushed her away from him and to the giant black man. “Start her off right,” he told the Bouncer.

The Musician walked back to Carole and said, “Looks like I need a quick shower. He’ll be right out. Wait here.” He left Carole sitting alone on the couch.

Carole watched the big Bouncer take the little naked blonde over to the corner of the room. He pushed her face up against the wall. A second later, he had her leaning against the wall with her hands up on the wall and her feet back and spread. The Bouncer then conducted what looked like a police search, except he spent most his time on her tits and with his fingers in the girl’s pussy.

The Bouncer unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge black cock. Carole watched as the Bouncer started to stroke his mammoth tool until it was standing straight up. Then the Bouncer looked down at the little blonde, who was trembling. The Bouncer took hold of the girl’s hips and pushed his cock right up against the small opening of her tight pussy. With one massive, uncaring, thrust the Bouncer buried his cock deep inside the small blonde.

The girl let out a loud cry. She acted like she was being split in two by the man’s gigantic cock. The Bouncer didn’t care about how she felt, he started to use the little bitch. He savagely fucked her for several minutes before he finally grunted loudly and rammed his cock all the way in. He held it there as he pumped his hot semen into her hole. He let himself relax before he finally pulled it out of her. Putting it away, he zipped up his pants, took her by the arm, and led her out of the room and down the hall.

Just then, the ‘Rock Star’ came out of a side room and walked over to Carole. He was wearing aa kimono and nothing else. When he saw her looking, he pulled the kimono open slightly, exposing himself to her. She looked down his body. He was fit for a man of his age. Carole thought he even looked a little sexy with his gray chest hair. She looked down at his long hanging cock and was not disappointed.

“You are even more beautiful like that,” he said, looking down at her. He sat down on the couch with her. “I wasn’t sure you were going to show up,” he said.

“Why?” she replied with a smile.

“Well, not many husbands would let their wives backstage, alone, with a rock band like us,” he laughed.

“Well, I want my autographs,” Carole said. Turning more towards him, she pushed her tits out towards him.

“You do, huh?” the ‘Rock Star’ said. “If I sign them, what will you do for me?”

“What do you want?” Carole said, in a quiet seductive voice.

“Hmm,” he said. “Let’s just see where it goes.”

Carole reached down into her one of her front pockets and pulled out a permanent marker. “Here,” she said. The ‘Rock Star’ took it from her and then she cupped both her tits in her hands and lifted them up and together.

“Where do you want me to sign?” he said, looking down at the wonderful display in front of him.

“Anywhere you want,” she replied.

“Okay,” he smiled. “Let me.” He pushed her hand away from her left tit and he picked it up with his own hand. He held it firm and she watched as he signed his autographed in large *********** across the top of her tit. “How is that?” he asked when he was done.

She looked up at him and smiled.