The P_rfect Wife

Geoff thrush his hips and in one powerful motion he drove his cock deep inside her. "Fuck...yessss," he said as he put his mouth back onto her nipple.

"Aaaaahhhhhh, yesssss," Beth cried. "So big...soooo fucking big," she groaned. Her mouth was opened wide, her back arched and she put her head back, eyes unfocused as Geoff pistoned into her married pussy. She was grunting rhythmically as she felt things that she hadn't felt in years. She gripped his ass, loving how his lean muscular body flexed with each thrust.

Ben had seen his wife being pleasured, he had been the one. But he never heard such deep guttural groans from her before, never saw her face so slack, so unaware as if her only sense left was feeling. He wondered if she'd have a crick in her neck the way her back was arched, her neck bent back looking sightlessly right at him. Then he saw her eyes open as she realized what they were looking at.

She gasped and suddenly focused as she saw Ben standing, a look of horror on his face. She fucked and been fucked hundreds of times with audiences when she toured with the band so having someone there wasn't anything to worry about, but then she realized she'd come to the concert with her husband.

Geoff was reveling in the feelings of the best cunt he'd ever fucked when B-Girl stiffened and tried to push him off. He didn't want to stop but looked up and groaned. "Fuck me! I should have locked the fucking door," he said. He looked at Ben without recognition. "Get the fuck out, can't you see I'm balls-deep in a hot babe?" he asked.

Beth pushed him up, "Geoff, Geoff, that's my husband. I..oh shit. I was going to introduce you...fuck," she said and collapsed back looking like she was going to cry.

"You're married? You got married?" Geoff said angrily. "You were mine." He held her close as if claiming her.

Ben shook his head, "I'll be out..." he shrugged toward the door and left, pulling it closed behind him.

Geoff started fucking the woman again but Beth pushed him off. "Come on, he saw us. He knows I have my cock in your cunt. You can't take it back," he said. Then he groaned in frustration, "Shit!" He pulled his cock out and sat back as B-Girl rolled off the couch, pulled her dress on, and rushed out.

Beth looked frantically around and saw Ben nowhere. She went over to where Bobby was and shook his shoulder.

Bobby looked up from the Japanese girl he was fucking, "What? Oh, hi. I'll be done..."

"No. Where's Ben...my husband? Did you see him?" she asked.

"Sorry, no." Looked down at the girl, "Sorry, I..."

The girl giggled, "Whatever, just fuck me," she said.

Beth looked in every room, every corner, no Ben. She heard Geoff calling her when she fled down the hall to the auditorium. She ran up to the huge security guard, "Did you see a man leave just a couple of..."

He pointed to the doors in the back, "He seemed in a hurry. I doubt you'll catch him."

Beth found a taxi and got back to the hotel. She rushed up to the room realizing she never grabbed a card key. She knocked and then pounded but no answer. She collapsed onto the floor sobbing. She'd ruined everything. Ben was the best man, the best person she'd ever met. She'd always been treated by every man she'd met as if she were on a pedestal. She'd noticed the shit-eating grins on some of her dates' faces when they thought she wasn't looking. Ben was different. He knew she was beautiful, but he loved her for other reasons and showed it regularly.

An older woman was heading back after getting ice and saw the blonde woman sitting on the floor crying. She came over and put an arm around her and held her as she sobbed.

Beth felt the woman's arms around her and suddenly smelled the same perfume her mother favored. She pulled the woman close, buried her face against her shoulder, and bawled. It took her back to when her mother comforted her when she was growing up.

The woman rocked Beth just letting her cry. She looked up when a door opened and a man looked questioningly at her. She shook her head and he went back inside. She felt the girl's sobs lessen and she took the collar of her robe and dabbed at her cheeks. "Feeling better? Want to come into our room?" she asked.

Beth felt the pain ebb and shook her head, "Thank you. I can't describe..." She hugged the woman tightly and inhaled. She caught a couple of sobs and then said, "You're wearing my mom's favorite perfume, Lilac Demeter," she said softly.

"The woman smiled, "My favorite too. Your Mom has good taste."

"Had good taste," Beth sighed, "She passed away my senior year in high school."

"Oh, you poor child," the woman said hugging her, "losing your mother at such a critical age...I can't imagine."

Beth nodded and then wiped her face. "Go, your husband wants the ice," she nodded at the bucket with the melting ice.

"You sure?" the woman asked, "I can take it to him and come back and sit with you."

Beth smiled at the woman, "Go. I'm fine. I just needed to get that out of my system," she said, "I fucked up tonight...bad. I let myself..."

"Oh dear. He'll forgive you, you're too great a person, but can you forgive yourself? That's the tough one," the woman said softly.

Beth looked at the 70-year-old woman, "You?"

The woman nodded then looked back at the door where her husband was, "Years ago. Al was on one of his extended sales trips and I felt lonely. A girlfriend asked me to just go for a drink. What could be safer than just to have a glass of wine with a friend?" She looked down the hall wistfully, "He was tall, really good-looking, and asked for a dance. I guess I lost track of time since by the time we quit dancing, my friend had left and he offered to drive me home."

Beth nodded, "And you invited him in."

The woman chuckled, "He made the best breakfast I've ever eaten."

Beth laughed and then looked sad, "My husband. The first time I met him made me the best breakfast I've ever eaten. Fuck!" she said.

"Then you make sure you get many more great breakfasts. Everything is fixable. If he's a good man he'll understand. He'll never forget but perhaps he'll stop remembering, if you know what I mean."

"Thanks," Beth said, "I don't even know your name."

"Evelyn," the woman said. She looked at the girl trying to remember where she'd seen her but it was probably in a fashion magazine.

Beth gasped and smiled, "That was my mother's name. Evelyn Reynolds," she said sadly. "Evelyn Martin Reynolds."

It was Evelyn's turn to gasp, "She went to Vassar? Evelyn Martin?"

"What? How?" Beth looked at the woman. "You knew her?"

"My daughter. Did your mother ever mention Julia Smathers?" she asked. "Her college roommate?"

Beth nodded, her head swimming, "Aunt Julia. We saw her all the time back in Lakewood but she moved when I was 10 or something."

Evelyn smiled, "She and Rick moved to Berkeley. I'm going to call Julia first thing tomorrow. Last Christmas we looked through old photo albums and she wondered whatever happened to the beautiful blonde girl," Evelyn stoked Beth's hair as she said this.

"Beth smiled, "I need her number, and yours. I thought I had no family but I loved Aunt Julia." Then she looked sad, "Please don't tell her how we met or the reason."

Evelyn chuckled, "Honey, you're not the first nor the last to cave into temptation."

Beth pulled away and stood. "I guess I'll go down to the front desk and get another key. Either Ben's not going to let me in or he's out at a bar," she said, "At least your husband never walked in on..." She pressed her hands to her face as if trying to erase the memory. Then she looked back, "How did you tell your husband?"

Evelyn shook her head, "never did. It's my pain to bear." She put her hand on Beth's chest between her breasts, "You'll always have it, at least you should hope you do. Hurting another person shouldn't be something you ever sluff off. But like I said, try to forgive yourself. 'To err is human...'"

Beth felt a surge of love for this woman and hugged her, "Thanks Mom...fuck. sorry," she said quickly.

Evelyn smiled, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. You can call me mom any time you like. Oh, and if he won't let you stay in your room with him tonight, we're in 412. We have two queens so you're welcome to stay with us."

Beth smiled and hugged her again. Then she pulled out a pad of paper. After exchanging contact information, Beth looked at the bucket of cold water and chuckled, "I have no idea what your plans with the ice were but sorry to ruin a romantic night." She watched the woman go down the hall to the ice machine before turning toward the elevator.

Ben left the theater walking in a daze the 11 blocks to the car. His head was swimming and he twice almost crossed streets against traffic. Visions of his beautiful wife writhing in ecstacy under the wiry tattoed man flooded through his brain. Then all pictures of his groupie wife with multiple men in a previous life flashed across his vision.

Just before the parking garage, he saw the bar. He looked at his watch. 15 minutes to closing. The bartender didn't look surprised to see a customer walk in this late, put down his rag, and looked expectantly at Ben.

"Tequila, Patron if you have it," Ben said softly. He'd never had straight tequila before that evening and he liked it. He also never had an urge for a drink before that night which he didn't like. There were things in his head he wondered if they'd ever leave. He downed the shot, put a $20 on the bar, thanked the man, and left.

He gave the keys to the valet trying not to breathe on the boy. He dreaded going back to the empty room with her reminders everywhere. He suddenly saw the lines Geoff had written in his head and had the most absurd sympathy for the man who was fucking his wife. As he rode up the elevator he replayed the look of agony on Geoff's face upon hearing she was married. He must have had hope...

He stepped out and stopped. Beth was walking down the hall toward him, her face blotchy, her eyes red. With all the thoughts going through his head, the one that didn't was seeing his wife there. He thought perhaps the next morning, or getting a text saying she wasn't coming back.

Bath stopped and stood frozen as she saw her husband. Her initial thought was relief that he wasn't inside too pissed at her to open the door, her second was dread. Could he look at her, could he talk to her?

"Ben..I..." she stammered.

Ben had stopped but seeing his wife, all the feelings of love he had for her came back. He stepped up to her and hugged her tight, stroking her back. He had wondered how he'd react when or if he saw her again, but having her back in his arms was what he truly wanted.

Evelyn was watching as she carried the refreshed ice bucket back. She quietly opened her door and waved her husband out. "I'll fill you in later but this is the best thing I've seen in my life," she whispered. She then pushed her husband back inside as the couple kissed passionately in the hallway. "You are getting so lucky tonight," she told her husband, "First taking me to the Slimed Lizards concert and now this." She pushed her husband back and took his cock in her mouth for the first time in 20 years.

Ben broke the kiss and looked at his wife, "I assumed..."

Beth shook her head, "I ran after you but I..."

"...had a cock inside you and were naked," he sighed.

Beth put her hands in her face, "No excuse, none. I was stupid and I let myself feel like..."

"You were back with the band. Let's go into the room and you can shower and then we'll talk," Ben said as he put an arm around his wife and led her down the hall.

Ben was sitting up in bed when Beth came out of the bathroom looking refreshed. He found himself studying her body as if she changed somehow but she looked the same.

They talked all night, Beth telling him about the missing two years and how she had been out on the street after picking up sleeping pills. She'd rented a room in a cheap hotel and recalled being irritated when a limo pulled up and a security guard roughly pushed her back. Then a screaming crowd of girls swarmed some guys, she assumed they were a band of some sort. All she remembered was wanted them to get the fuck gone so she could go back to her room and go to sleep...a permanent sleep.

"And a couple of the security guards came and got you," Ben said softly.

Beth looked up, "How? Who told you?"

"Demarcus. He loves you, you know. He not only told me I could hear it in his voice," Ben said softly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Beth sighed, "I loved..." She looked quickly up at her husband, "Sorry, I..."

Ben chuckled, "I know you loved them. You can say it and I'm not going to flip out. I mean, I did watch you getting fucked by Geoff," he chuckled.

Beth was shocked to hear Ben laugh after what he saw but she continued, "After Geoff, it was Demarcus I loved the most. He was the one guy who looked at me with...sympathy, pity? I don't know but I smiled all the time with these guys. I loved how they doted on me...hell, wrote songs about me. I almost thought of them as family but then I'd watch the drugs and the girls, I mean not Geoff. Geoff never touched another girl while I was around, at least as far as I knew. He was fine sharing me but," she looked at her husband, "You OK with this?"

Ben nodded, "There are albums..."

Beth groaned, "So there's not much to add," she sighed, "Not my proudest moments."

Then Ben had a thought, "All this sex, not the safest activity in the world. How did you avoid...or did you get STDs?" he asked.

Beth nodded, "I was wondering when you'd ask that. I used rubbers with every guy except Geoff. He swore he never touched any of the girls without a rubber before he met me and swore off all other girls once I arrived. On top of that, their manager had us tested constantly. He was adamant we practice safe sex." She chuckled, "Every stop, every city we'd check into the hotel and there'd be flowers, Champagne, baskets of fruit, a case of condoms in various sizes, and packages of Viagra.

Ben nodded, "Good to know there was some responsibility. Why'd you leave? I mean, you were loved, in love and you had family."

Beth sighed. "It was my fault really...it usually is. Bobby, Billy, and I were in Chicago, I mean, the band was there, but Geoff and Demarcus were out talking to some producer and we were alone in the hotel room...suite. You'll think less of me hearing this, if that's possible, it was maybe 9 in the morning...we're doing shots and I kissed Bobby and then Billy. Soon we were naked and I was sucking...I can just say one thing led to another if that's better," she said softly.

"Tell it any way you want. I saw pictures of you with cocks in your mouth...it would be hard to shock me now," Ben said as he stroked her back.

"The guys were on the bed, I was going from one cock to the other. We were in a suite with a bunch of the guys, anyhow I was sucking Bobby's...or was it Billy's cock when I felt someone shove his cock into my pussy. When Geoff and Demarcus got back the entire crew had fucked me in every hole. It had to have been 20 guys. He knew what happened seeing the trash can with all the used condoms."

"Geoff was furious. He yelled at everyone to get out. I've never seen him like this, I mean, he'd finish fucking me and offer me to a roadie or one of the security guys. He even let one of the local warm-up bands fuck me. I was used to being used whenever and by whomever," she said softly. "I can't even imagine how little you think of me right now," she said. Then she noticed that Ben's cock was limp. Every guy she'd ever been would have been hard as a rock. Ben was neither hard, nor pissed, or judgemental. She looked at him and said with urgency, "I love you, I do."

Ben stroked her hair and nodded, "I know you do and I love you too. Keep going, I want to hear more."

"Anyhow, Geoff was throwing things around the room, the lamps, the TV, the phone. I was lying on the bed naked, cum pooling or running off me, and...you get the picture. It wasn't a pretty one. He calmed down and then he started crying. He held me, you know with men's cum all over me, and cried. He bawled his eyes out saying I cheated on him. The guy who'd literally given me to others without asking me, by the way, given me to at least 100 men was upset I'd cheated on him. I held him apologizing over and over. I told him it was my fault, that I was horny and he'd been gone all morning."

Ben couldn't imagine this rough tattooed lead singer ever crying but Beth would be the one woman in the world who could make the toughest man cry.

Beth sighed and continued. "The next morning after being held close to Geoff all night I found myself assessing where I was. He was tender when he woke and fucked me. He never was that gentle before, never kissed me like he did. I always liked it when Goeff fucked me, I mean what girl wouldn't? He's..." she stopped, "Sorry, that's not what I wanted to say."

Ben laughed, "He's got a huge cock. Hard to miss. Go on," he said.

Beth shook her head. How in the world did she ever rate a guy this great? she wondered. "He took his time. I think it was after my 4th orgasm that he finally came. Then he kissed me and told me for the 500th time he loved me but needed to go out. I showered and got dressed. I don't know what it was, but the way he held me, kissed, me, fucked me made my stomach hurt. I realized I wasn't good enough to be loved as intensely as Geoff loved me. How could anyone love any person that much, especially one so flawed?"

"I packed what few things I had, went around to all the guys, and told them I had to go. No reason just that it was time." She gasped and looked sad, "I told..." she choked back a sob, "I told Demarcus to take care of Goeff and to tell him not to hate me since I couldn't say goodbye to his face. I left just like I left everywhere I've ever been, a coward with my tail between my legs," she said quietly.

"You could have been Beth Mental," Ben said softly, "I can't imagine how you passed that up."

"B-Girl Mental," she corrected him. "Please find it in your heart to forgive me," she said softly.

Ben pulled her close and held her. "Nothing to forgive." They stayed like that until the sun came through the windows.

They woke and looked at the time. Ben said he'd call down and extend their stay another night.

"Why?" Beth said looking at the clock, "We can shower and be out easily before 11."

Ben shook his head, "We have to be somewhere. You need to sit down with Goeff look him in the eyes and break it off cleanly. Did you know he quit writing when you left? He told the band he didn't want to tour anymore. You can't do that to him again, can't do it to the other guys. I think their music sucks, it's crude and loud and annoying but their fans love them and frankly, I got to know Demarcus and I like him. Get showered, get dressed...maybe less..."

"Slutty?" Beth finished, "That was for you. I wanted to tease you, make you pay for cumming before I did," she said.

While she was showering, Ben called Demarcus happy he'd swapped contact information. He found where they were staying and made sure it was alright if they stopped by.

Beth was dressed more casually in tights and a tee shirt. She was nervous and stood behind Ben when he knocked on the door of the suite.

Demarcus opened it and hugged Ben. He didn't look surprised to see Beth and hugged her. "I'm so glad you are here. Geoff hasn't spoken a word since last night. What happened? He stormed out after you left."

Beth shook her head and looked past the tall man, "Where is he?" she asked.

"In his room...Are you sure you want to..." Demarcus started to say.

"Go," Ben said to Beth. "Which room is his?" he asked Demarcus.

Demarcus led the couple across the living room and down the hall. He rapped on the door with the back of his knuckles "Geoff, come on man, open up. There's someone here to see you." He looked back apologetically at Beth and Ben. Then the door opened.