«Hotwife Lexi's Rocker Gangbang» by Thomas Roberts

Hotwife Lexi is at it again
when her sexy BBC lover takes her in exciting new ways that leave her dazzled
with raw passion. But her eager cuckold husband wants to give her even more
excitement, and arranges for her favorite rock band to gangbang her backstage! Lexi
even seduces a young lesbian virgin into her erotic lifestyle. How much lusty
sex can even horny Lexi handle?


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The
stage was really right in front of us! They’d roped off our area, so fans from
behind us couldn’t get to the band, but I could almost reach out and touch the front of the stage. The stadium was enclosed, and the smell of pot was already heavy
in the air. Maybe it was just the nature of the place, or maybe the air
conditioning had been set wrong because instead of drifting upward, the smoke
was drifting straight toward us. It already seemed as though we were in a light
fog, and after a few minutes, I had a contact high from breathing it in.


The
crowd was restless, chanting the name of the band, clapping in unison. Several
groups were spontaneously singing some of their hit songs. The warm-up band
wasn’t even scheduled to start for several minutes, but the party was in full
swing.


Hunter
stroked my thigh, and when I looked, he smiled at me. It was already too difficult to be heard without shouting directly into his ear. I just reached
over and squeezed him through his pant leg.


The
warm-up band played, and the party became even wilder. When the main act
started, the crowd went nuts. I was on my feet shouting along with everyone
else when they started to play. Soon, I was dancing in the aisle in front of our seats, singing along with them.


The
lead vocalist, Mick kept looking in my direction and smiling as I danced. The more he looked, the wilder I danced and the more excited I became. I felt he was looking at me even though I thought it unlikely he could see me through the lights and the smoke. Yet it looked as though he was admiring me as I stared
right back at him and smiled. I even bent over as I danced so he could see down
my top, my breasts threatening to fall out. I wasn’t sure how much he could see until he moved his guitar just enough for me to check out the bulge in his
pants.


I
was inspired—when he moved his guitar as if suggesting I lift my dress, I did,
I flashed him. As he watched me, I bent and removed my sodden thong and threw
it to him. It landed with a wet smack at his feet, and without missing a beat,
he bent and picked them up. When he held them to his nose while he looked at me, I raised my dress again, this time so he could see everything.


Another
suggestion from Mick and I turned around to flash my behind. By now, the crowd
near us was aware of what I was doing. Men were yelling, they wanted me to
flash them. The yelling was not polite, “Show us,” and “Hey, how about us? We want to see something too.”


I
should have been disgusted, but I wasn’t. The air was thick with marijuana
smoke as I pulled my dress up and showed the crowd everything I had. The catcalls and whistles became even louder.


Mick
was really smiling now, so was my husband. Hunter pantomimed pulling down my top to show Mick as I danced. This was like the wildest, most intense foreplay
I’d ever had. I knew I was probably drooling down my leg as I pulled down the top of my dress and wobbled as I danced.