My wife is the bands groupie

Yeah, why not. Jim said looking at me. Should give her a surprise anyway.

And if she doesn’t come back we’ll just look like a bunch of gay bastards. Dan said as he joined in ripping his clothes off.

Oh fuck it, why not. Stan said as a jeer went up from all of us as he too stripped.

Within a minute six naked men stood alone in a suburban garage trying hard not to look at each others privates. Ive been in the company of dicks before and from what I could see Stan had the smallest of all of us which made perfect sense. He probably shot early too.

I grabbed a pool cue and had a shot against Jim and the others just quietly went about getting the beer and it was only after about five minutes that the handle on the door at the top of the stairs rattled again. Stan and Dan were sitting on the lounge while Mick and Ben were checking out the drum hardware. Jim was having a shot when Sharon appeared wearing a black lace camisole and short lace french knickers.

Her jaw nearly dropped to the ground when she saw the six of us in the room as naked as the day we were born.