The Purple Lounge, as the establishment was known, was quite full of customers. They lined the bar, sat at the cocktail tables, crowded around the pool tables, shook their booties out on the dance floor. Jake could not help but notice that he and Laura were the only two people in the place who were not African-American.
They had a good time there, staying until well after ten o’clock. They drank at the bar for a while, talking to the other patrons, most of whom were delighted when they found out that Jake knew the proper way to shake hands with them. G made a point to mention to anyone who asked that he was in town to record his latest CD and that his brother Jake was here because he was collaborating on one of the tunes, contributing both vocals and some serious-ass guitar licks.
“Just like in Step Inside?” many of the patrons asked.
“Even better,” G would tell them. “We’re talking full-on heavy metal fuckin’ guitar here.”
“You doin’ a heavy metal song?” he would be asked.
“Half heavy metal, half rap,” G would say. “Wait ‘til you hear it, homey. It’ll blow you away.”
Most of the crowd seemed enthusiastic about hearing it. No one called G a sellout. Jake thought about mentioning that G would be playing piano on the tune but decided, probably wisely, that he had had too much alcohol to judge whether or not this was a good idea.
Eventually they moved over to a vacant pool table and played some eight ball, Jake and Laura against G and Neesh. Since Jake and G both had pool tables in their respective homes and frequently used them for recreation, all four were pretty good at the sport. A crowd gathered around them and Jake was amused to see that bets were being placed on the outcomes of their games. At first the betting was heavy in G and Neesh’s favor, with Jake and Laura getting as high as four to one odds. But after a few games the odds dropped down to even as it was realized that the rocker and his petite little redheaded wife could actually shoot some stick.
They arrived back at the Ritz-Carlton just after eleven o’clock that night. Since they planned to hit the studio at nine o’clock the next morning, both couples said their goodnights, exchanged hugs and handshakes, and retired to their suites.
Laura was drunk and quite horny. She all but attacked Jake once they were alone, stripping his clothes off of him and sucking him enthusiastically on the sitting room couch and then, after dropping her pants and underwear, climbing into his lap and riding him while she kissed his mouth and nibbled on his ears. Before he had a chance to release inside of her, she dragged him to the bedroom and put his face between her legs, not letting him up until he’d pulled two toe-curling orgasms from her. Only then was he able to climb atop her in the missionary position and grind into her until he achieved his own release.
After, they lay curled together on the bed, the sweat drying from their skin, Laura’s head resting on his chest, his arm around her back while his fingers played idly with her hair.
“I’m really glad I married a man who is good in bed,” she told him sleepily.
“So am I,” he said with a laugh. He stroked her bare skin a little. “You seemed particularly in the mood tonight.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I really was. I guess it was the alcohol.”
“Or maybe it was Neesh?” he suggested lightly.
He felt her body stiffen against him as he said this, felt her fingers clutch at him reflexively. He had just blurted that out without a thought, but it seemed obvious that he had struck a nerve with her.
“What ... what do you mean by that?” she asked softly, her voice nervous.
“I didn’t mean much,” he said. “It’s just that I can’t help but notice that whenever you hang out with Neesh, or even Celia these days, it seems to get you in quite a rambunctious mood.”
“Really?” she said, the nervousness increasing. “I ... uh ... never really noticed that.”
“Laura,” he said, putting his fingers under her chin and lifting up so they were eye to eye, “you’re not a very good liar.”
She nibbled her lip a little and actually seemed near tears for a moment. “No,” she finally said. “I’m really not.”
“You developed a little taste for the softer things in life when you were out on tour, didn’t you?” he asked.
She nodded her head. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess I did.”
“Neesh kind of turns you on, does she?”
A sigh. “Yeah, she kind of does.”
“A pity she’s not into that sort of thing, huh? And that she’s G’s woman. She is kind of hot.”
“Uh ... yeah,” Laura said, her voice sounding a little strange. “It’s a pity. And besides, I’m a married woman. I couldn’t do anything like that anyway. It wouldn’t be right.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be right with Neesh,” he agreed, “but what about some other girl, someone who wasn’t Neesh?”
She looked up at him. “You’re joking, right?”
“I don’t joke about this kind of thing,” he assured her. “What is it that you want to do, hon? Do you just want some chick to eat your pussy out like you did out on the road, or are we talking a little bit more here?”
“You can’t be serious,” Laura said.
“Sure I can,” he said. “We’re just having an intellectual exercise here. Tell me, what is it you’d like to do?”
She nibbled her lip again. “I ... well ... I think I’d like to try ... you know ... everything.”
“Everything?”
She nodded. “Everything. I want to suck another woman’s boobs. I want to kiss her, feel her tongue in my mouth. And ... and ... I think I’d even like putting my mouth ... you know ... down there.” She hesitated for a moment. “If she were clean, that is.”
“Clean is preferable,” Jake agreed, feeling himself stiffen up a little at the turn the conversation had taken, at the mental image his wife had just put into his head.
“Are you saying you would ... you know ... be okay with that?” Laura asked.
“I would be,” he said. “To tell you the truth, the thought is actually kind of hot.”
“It is?”
He took her hand and slid it down to his manhood, letting her feel how hot he found the topic of conversation.
“Wow,” she said, amazed. “This really does turn you on.”
“It does,” he said. “I would, however, have a request of you if you were going to do such a thing.”
“And what would that be?” she asked carefully.
“That you don’t hide it from me. If you are going to do this, it needs to be out in the open.”
“Well ... of course,” she said. “But ... but...”
“But what?”
“Is that it? That’s the only rule? You don’t want to ... you know ... watch? Or get in on the fun?”
He laughed. “I’m a guy, hon. If you want me to watch or join in, I’m not going to say no, but I’m not making that a condition or anything. If you meet someone you like and the circumstances are right, and she’s clean and all that ... you go for it. Just make sure I’m notified and that you tell me about it.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Really,” he confirmed.
“Wow,” she said. “I knew there was a reason I loved you.”
He laughed again. “Hopefully, that’s not the only reason.”
Her hand was still on his schlong, and it had stiffened up quite nicely by this point. She started to stroke it up and down. “How about another round?” she asked him.
“Let’s do it,” he said.
They did it. And it was very good.
After, as they were once more in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow, she looked up at him once more.
“I’m not sure that I would really want to have you ... do anything with another woman if ... you know ... the opportunity came up for me to be with someone.”