Where did this horniness come from, I wondered? All I wanted to do was f**k. I was up for anything.
We were interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. “If you two lesbos are done, some of us need to piss too,” a loud male voice yelled. As we walked out, holding onto each other and giggling, one of the roadies rushed in, his pants already undone, his d**k out.
I was handed another large glass of Jack—not that I needed anymore—and caught sight of my husband standing against the wall, a tall glass in his hand. I made my way through the crowd and stood next to him. Hunter was still wearing his jeans, but I, of course, was completely naked.
“Are we okay, Hunter?”
“Well, you’ve gone a little further than ever before, but yeah. We’re fine. We’re more than fine.”
“More than fine?” I asked, l
