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The smile was what hooked me. Well, it wasn’t a smile exactly, more like a smirk. The red lipstick and curl of the lip screamed naughty slut. The red hair hanging to the shoulders and thumb in her panty’s screamed whore. And her husband’s dad bod screamed lucky mother f….

I’m not angry, as much as disappointed. I knew it would never work. My schedule is over booked and I have a pair of kids I am responsible for. Unless I can get away from work during the day, playtime was reserved for candy land or Uno. Not double penetration or double vag-ing a little redheaded married cumslut.

Ok, maybe a little angry. But, what I did not expect was what I witnessed from the bandstand. Yes, I’m a musician. Not necessarily by trade, but by training. I’ve spent forty years playing the drums and singing. I refrain from telling people I’m a drummer because, well, that could mean anything right? But with a conservatory degree, some years on the road and a bad ass sense of musicianship, I can’t say I’m the average classic rock dad drummer.

So, here I was about to kick off my first gig in years, a public audition you could say, and there they were. In the audience, not far away from the babysitter and my kids. They didn’t know that, how could they. But, they actually showed.

Here’s how we got to this point in the story. As I do, I had replied to a post on Reddit, exhanged some chat and pics and wondered I made a great connection. I saw their bodies and her smirk, wondered damn and asked what their schedule was like? Nights and weekends? Yeah, I know, kids and grandparents for me. But, I asked how they wondered it would go down and the hubby said “We meet planning to go our separate ways and then, if we click, meet up a second time to get down to business.”

Well, for me, finding one time to get away was hard enough, but two? So I thanked him and jokingly said they could come see me play some music outside of the city this Thursday. Wish them well and moved on.

Did I ever think I would see them at the show? A family gathering and many people who knew me as dad and straight laced nerdy guy? Definitely not. Him, I wouldn’t have recognized, but her… I could never forget those lips.

There was that smirk too. Curled up and loving watching me squirm with nervous preparation. I could say it had to do with the music, but her eyes glowing with energy and sexual mischief. Not too mention her red hair. Fuck me. No, really, fuck me…

“Great show” he said as I was packing up my drums. “Your really had the audience moving, especially my wife.”

“Well, thank you.” I replied pretending not to feel her eyes devouring my sexual soul. I mean, her energy was fierce. He was so laid back as she hung on his arm. I mean, can you blame him. She was wearing a sun dress and sweater, but her nipples were hard from the chill in the air, I think.

“Do you play regularly?” She asked as innocently as feasible, but there was that smirk again.

“ Not as often as I’d like” I replied making deep eye contact with her. I love eye contact.

“Well, we hope to be watching you play soon. Do you have a business card?” Hubby was so chill. Again, with his arm candy, he made it look easy. “Or, how about I give you mine.” And that’s when she took it from his hand and stuffed it deep in my pocket. How she knew my cock was right there and hard? That was professional naughty slut. She squeezed really hard and didn’t let go right away as she pulled her hand out. I felt as though she could have taken it with her if she wanted. I don’t think I would have minded, honestly.

But as sudden as they appeared, they walked away. Her hips swinging extra and the sly grin looking back. A true fox in the hen house if I’ve ever seen one…

NSFW: yes

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