Cheating Wife Groupie Does the Bass Player in Her Car

(Author’s Note: This is a (mostly) true story. “Jacey” was a friend who was trapped in a bad marriage and behaved badly. I think she told me about it because she needed to tell someone. She told her about her various affairs with breathless excitement, not guilt. This was all about 20 years ago and “Jacey” is happily married to someone else now and a great mom. We’re just Facebook friends now. I suspect her current husband has no idea about her hot past.)
Jacey stewed as she walked into the club. She and the husband had another huge fight earlier — the latest in a seemingly unending series of conflicts. They’d been married less than a year and it felt like they couldn’t have a conversation without arguing. Jacey understood a lot of that was her fault. Her husband loved her. He thought she hung the moon. But that wasn’t enough. Jacey was lonely and dissatisfied. He was a firefighter and always at work. She wanted more attention than he could provide. Jacey didn’t even want to think about the lackluster sex. Going out tonight would give her just the distraction she needed.
Her favorite band was already on stage and Jacey smiled just hearing them. They covered 80s hair metal and pop rock. Her mother had passed down a love of that music to Jacey. But it wasn’t just their tight Bon Jovi covers that kept Jacey coming back every time they played. She thought just about every member of the band was hot.
They were all at least ten years older than Jacey and she knew that made her a double cliché. Not only did it point to daddy issues, but it made her a groupie. Neither fact bothered her, especially when she watched Kane play. He was the bassist and he checked all of her boxes. Tall, dark, and handsome, with a muscular physique and a chiseled jaw. Jacey thought he could step right onto the cover of a romance novel with his flowing, black hair.
Kane was pretty much everything her clean-cut husband was not. She knew he had a girlfriend, but that didn’t slow down her flirting. Her own husband didn’t get in her way. Jacey flirted with all the guys in the band between sets, but she paid special attention to Kane. The bassist loved it. He smiled every time he saw her and pulled Jacey into some tight corner where they could have some privacy. He wasn’t interested in sharing her attention with the rest of the band. Jacey had behaved herself with Kane so far — mostly. They’d shared a handful of slow, stolen kisses that left her heart fluttering.
Jacey grabbed a drink and stationed herself right in front of the stage, where Kane couldn’t miss her. The band played a song with a power bassline that she felt in her diaphragm. It was like Kane’s power was thumping through her body. His arms were sculped in his sleeveless t-shirt. Jacey thought about those arms around her and felt her panties getting wet. She’d never been able to make the first move with Kane, but if he wanted it, all he had to do was take it.
The set ended and Jacey was waiting for Kane when he came off stage. She handed him a cold beer. He always needed one right when he came off stage. He sweated buckets up there. He slipped an arm around her waist and being pressed against the sweaty man should have been gross, but Jacey found it manly.
“Hey, babe. You look hot tonight.”
“I don’t look hot every night?” she replied, playing it cool. Jacey was thrilled he’d noticed.
Kane grinned. “I bet you know exactly how hot you are, Jace. You looked in the mirror before you came out and you liked what you saw.”
“Could be.”
“And you wanted me to like it too.”
“I admit to nothing.”
Jacey wouldn’t admit it because Kane had guessed the truth. She dressed to impress tonight. A tight, white knit bodysuit paired with a short black skirt. The outfit showed off her petite body perfectly. She was a tiny thing, just a couple inches over five feet tall and slender. She’d always wished her little boobs were bigger, but they were perfect rounds that the guys she’d been with always seemed to appreciate — especially her puffy pink nipples. They were like strawberry Kisses.
They squeezed into a tight, dark corner at the back of the club where they were hidden from prying eyes. There was just enough light for Kane to stare at the puff of her nipples through the bodysuit, and he did. Jacey was complaining about her latest shift at the hospital — she was a nurse — when he pulled her into a kiss. She gasped and returned the kiss hungrily. Kane towered over her, and Jacey clung to him, her hands tangled in his hair. She loved his long hair. The kiss ignited her, and Jacey’s entire body throbbed with her pussy. She ached to finally have Kane inside her. They made out through the entire break, and she only reluctantly released him when he had to go back on stage. Jacey was left panting and licking her lips as she watched Kane strap on his bass. In the back of her mind, she thought maybe tonight was the night.
The last set wrapped, and Jacey hung out at the bar while the guys broke their equipment down. The bartenders announced last call, but she’d been nursing the same beer for an hour. Jacey wasn’t there for the booze. Kane slung his bass on his back and was about to follow the drummer to the parking lot when she jumped off her bar stool. She knew the drummer was Kane’s ride for the night. She asked if he needed a lift anyway. He smiled and told the drummer to head out without him.
Kane lived in the opposite direction from Jacey’s place, but she didn’t mind at all. His bass was in the back of her SUV and she kept nervously glancing over at her passenger as she drove. The tension was so thick she could hardly breathe. She kept her thighs squeezed together to try and control her horniness, but it wasn’t helping.
Jacey pulled into the driveway and killed her engine — unnecessary if she was just dropping him off. Kane was in his late thirties and still lived with his parents. A lot of women would have been turned off by that, but Jacey didn’t care. She wasn’t looking to Kane as relationship material. She had a husband. Jacey just wanted her carnal itch scratched. They stared at each other in the pale light from the streetlamps while the cooling engine ticked in the silent night.
Kane may have had a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him from taking what Jacey was offering. He grabbed her, practically dragging the blonde across the center console as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Jacey didn’t even pretend to be hesitant about cheating on her husband. She climbed across and straddled Kane.
Jacey loved how the bodysuit fit her like a second skin, but she was frustrated when Kane tried to pull it over her head like a shirt and couldn’t. He pawed her breasts through the bodysuit, strumming her puffed nipples, which made her want more as she ground into him. It was a tough maneuver, but she forced a hand between them and unsnapped the bodysuit at her crotch. She pulled it free from her skirt and pulled the thing over her head, bumping her hands on the roof. His hands went right to her tits, which were perfectly served up by a lacy, strapless bra. Jacey unsnapped that too and let it fall away, giving Kane free reign with her body.
It felt like she was a teenager again, getting busy in a car, except she’d never been reckless enough to get so naked back then. Jacey had her good girl reputation to protect. She’d always been a secret slut, maintaining that pure, wholesome blonde girl-next-door image to the outside world. The SUV’s windows were rapidly fogging and anyone looking in from outside would only see shapes moving in the dark, but it would be easy enough to guess what they were doing. Kane began sucking her tender, throbbing buds and she stopped caring. Jacey clutched him to her chest and bit her lip to stifle her growing moans.
Her body was like a strummed bass string, taut and vibrating with desire. Jacey needed Kane inside her. It had been ages since she so ached for a man. She’d soaked through her thong and was surely leaving a wet spot on his jeans as she rubbed her mound against him. Her husband never evoked these feelings. He was fit and sweet, but painfully vanilla. Jacey had gone through with the wedding because it was safe and expected. She should have been guilty that she wanted Kane so badly, but Jacey thought she deserved this for being such a good wife despite being so bored in her marriage.
“Kane…I need you…”
“Fuck, you’re hot, Jace.”
“I mean it. I need you.”
Jacey pulled at his jeans to emphasize her point. She had to slide back on his legs, but she pulled his tight, worn jeans open and shoved her hand inside. His hot meat filled her hand and Jacey gasped. She could feel Kane was big through his jeans, but she wasn’t prepared for how thrilling it was to hold his cock. She could hardly move her hand inside his jeans, but she still tried to tug it.
“Let me help you, Jace,” Kane grunted.
Kane nearly spilled her from his lap when he lifted to push his jeans down his legs. She was reminded of just how awkward car sex could be. Her head banged the roof and she cursed, but his jeans were down to his ankles, and that was all that mattered. His prick sprung up and she grasped it with both hands. Jacey loved that she needed both hands.
“Aw, fuck, Jace. Your hands…”
Jacey smiled in the dark. He probably didn’t want to know that she was the hand job queen in high school — before she became the blow job queen. Keeping her virtue intact mattered to her once. Jacey laughed when she thought about that foolishness.
“Ow, careful,” Kane cursed. “Don’t scratch it.”
“Sorry, baby. I’d better put it somewhere safe.”
Jacey realized her wedding band was turned inward and had caught on his skin. It was a nasty reminder that she was a married woman. She threw herself onto his chest and filled his mouth with her tongue. Kane grabbed her tight little ass, boosting her, and Jacey pulled her thong aside to fit his flared head to her slick folds. Kane pulled her down and she gasped as his girth stretched her open. God, she’d forgotten how wonderful it was to be so filled.
Kane tried to take it slow, but she was more than ready for his huge cock. She dropped down, fully impaled on him. A deep, satisfying throb pulsed through her. Kane’s cock reached depths her husband never could and it was only then that Jacey realized she should have made Kane slip on a condom. Did he even have one? She had no reason to carry them. Jacey wasn’t on any birth control. He’ll have to pull out, she thought as he began moving on him.
The SUV was soon rocking as Jacey rode the bassist hard. Her tight pussy stretched around his big shaft like a second skin, and she impressed him with her incredible muscle control. Jacey knew a guy like Kane had a lot of girls and she was determined to prove she was the best. They made out between moans, but Jacey needed to breathe in the stifling car. Her moans and his grunts filled the still vehicle. She held his shoulders and gyrated her hips, grinding her clit into his thick root.
Kane moved his hands to Jacey’s narrow hips and pulled Jacey onto his cock harder, more rapidly. He handled the tiny blonde like she was a doll and she loved the rough treatment. She dug her nails into his shoulders and jammed her hips back at his while he screwed her down hard on his prick. He pumped off the seat, banging her head on the roof of the car. The SUV was a sauna and sweat poured off Jacey’s body. She grunted with every thrust. The car rocked and she didn’t care that all the noise they made could wake the neighborhood. Her orgasm snuck up on her and smacked Jacey in the face. She wailed as Kane fucked her through it, using her tight body while she came. This was what she missed — being used. Her husband was too respectful to give Jacey what she needed.
“Aw fuck you’re tight…Jace…fuck…”
Jacey felt him tensing and panicked. She could not get pregnant by the bassist. She slithered off of him, folding her petite body into the foot well in front of him.
Jacey came hard again and kept riding, only coming to her senses when she felt Kane tensing. Her pulled her hair back and plunged him into her mouth, stretching her lips around his meat.
Kane jacked his hips and rammed it right into the back of her throat. Jacey tried to control him by grasping his base, but he wouldn’t be denied. He grabbed the back of her head and crammed himself deep into her throat over and over. Jacey choked and saw stars when she couldn’t breathe. It was frightening and thrilling. God, she missed this, feeling like a total slut. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. Jacey was out of practice but determined to do her best.
“Jace…Jace…oh goddam…”
Kane blasted into the back of her throat like a firehose. Jacey swallowed some but choked and his load bubbled from her lips. Cum dripped from her chin and onto her tits. Kane kept it in her mouth until he’d given her every drop. His spent dick slipped from her lips, rubbing against them and smearing her reward on her face. Jacey knew she looked just as slutty as she felt and loved it.
No words of affection were exchanged afterward. No cuddling occurred in the front seat. The ending was awkward, and Jacey finally had a moment of shame as she awkward climbed back into her seat, her used sex in Kane’s face. He pulled up his jeans while she pulled her bodysuit back into place. It was difficult in the tight confines of the SUV. She cleaned his cum from her face with wet naps from her purse. It was so dirty, Jacey felt like Kane should be paying her.
Kane thanked her for the ride and jumped out of the vehicle. He was in such a hurry to get away that he almost forgot his bass. Jacey’s feelings would have been hurt if she’d been the sentimental type.
Jacey was in a haze driving home. She wasn’t proud of her behavior. Being a married slut wasn’t something to gloat about, but she couldn’t feel bad when her body felt so good. She still glowed from coming so hard. For the first time in months, Jacey was fully satisfied. Deep down, she knew she couldn’t go back to being the good little wife.
