I don't mind that my boyfriend fucks groupies while he's on tour. In fact, for the last couple of tours we've been doing this...thing. I've been having him film them for me, film himself with them. Of course he asks them first, tells them it's for me, and it's funny how that only seems to spur them on. They moan and wail in the videos like they've got something to prove, writhing and bucking like girls in a porno film. They're all trying so hard to show me, look how good I'm pleasing your man, you could never. I'm so much better for him than you are. It's cute, really, that they're so jealous of me, that they think they could ever steal him from me. They don't know what I know.
Sometimes, if the band is playing near enough to our home city, I drop by and pay my boyfriend a little visit. I savor the gig from the wings, and then afterward, I scope out the girls with him. We approach one together, and soon, we're bringing her back to his hotel room. It starts out like any of the other times. He balls her while she calls him daddy, and he acts all dominant - that's what most of them seem to want from him. The only difference is that I'm actually there, watching with amusement and mild arousal. I might jack off a little, but usually, I just watch.
They both finish, him with an exaggerated moan that I've only heard him do with these other girls - he must think that's what they want to hear, and he's probably right. It's my turn, I think, smirking. "I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine," I say to the girl, and take it out. Seven inches long and made of purple silicone - what more could you ask for? I glance over to my man, who's already propping himself up on all fours and giving me a bashfully eager look. Oh, I could just melt.
And then I'm putting my sweet friend in its harness and fucking that tight little hole with all I've got. My beautiful lover takes it so, so well, whimpering and whining and calling me daddy, and I keep telling him what a good boy he is, what a sweet little toy he is for daddy. The poor, confused, horny little girl doesn't know whether to want him or me, but all she knows is that she wants, and she touches herself feverishly, eyes lidded. With a smirk and a chuckle in her direction, I take that pretty cock in my hand and pump it until he comes all over the sheets with a real moan. The girl gasps, realizing what she missed out on.