My wife is the bands groupie

Just before six Sharon finished helping me clear out the garage and headed upstairs to watch some TV. We kissed and I patted her fine arse.

As she turned to walk away I said Remember that we have to rehearse first.

She laughed and raised her skirt and shook her lovely arse at me.

I stood back and admired my sexy wife and began thinking of the various encounters we had shared with our friends, some of who would soon be here. The door opened and in walked Stan, our new drummer, carrying a six-pack of beer and talking loudly on his mobile phone.

Yeah I wont drink too much. He said into the phone. If I have too much Ill give you a call OK. Bye Love. He said closing the phone.

The missus? Dan asked him.

Yeah the fucking slut wont let me drink too much. I was shocked by his outburst. Reckons it effects me.

Before the door could close Ben stepped in behind Stan and he was carrying a grocery bag with snacks and beer. As the three of us settled in around the pool table the door opened again and in walked Dan with Jim a friend of Dans who was in town for a few days staying with him and he asked if it was ok if he stayed. Of course I couldn’t say no and thought this might make it even more interesting. As the five of us sorted out the gear Mick arrived carrying five boxes with the pizzas in them.