A Rockstar for My Husband


A Rock Star for my Husband (My Husband Went Gay for Me #3)

Ever since college, my celebrity crush has been the rock star Derrick Danger. When he comes to the venue I manage to play a show, I’m ready for his insane celebrity demands, but not quite prepared when he tells me he wants me to get him another man to sleep with. When my husband agrees to get taken by the rock star for his gay first time, I didn’t know that it would be this hot!

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“Wow, that’s really fantastic to hear, I’m so glad that you’ve been happy with the kind of show we put on. I know that we are a lot smaller than the venues you usually play, but maybe that’s a good thing. You’re even closer to the fans!” My mind started buzzing from our closeness, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say to this man, who seemed like he was able to make every single one of my professional, and dark dirty erotic dreams come true. I actually had to stop myself shaking my head when the thought came to my mind. Don’t think about having sex with him, don’t think about having sex with him, don’t think about having sex with him.

“You know what? I think we can work really well together. There’s just one thing I need to know. Are you willing to do whatever it takes to make me happy?”

“Of course, I want to make sure that you’re happy. I want to make sure that you come back to us whenever you can. If there’s anything at all that you need, just tell me.”

“Well, I want you to prove it. I don’t know how much you know about me, but maybe you know that I’m used celebrating after all of my shows in a certain way.”

Of course I didn’t know that he was used celebrating his shows a certain way, but I, just like anyone else in the music industry, had heard that he had a bit of a reputation. He was known as the kind of guy who got what he wanted where women were concerned. I stepped a bit closer to him, my fantasies of him from when I was still in college somehow coming to center stage. My stomach tightened, and I started to feel a familiar wetness down below, this seemed like every fan girl’s wet dream. From the low seductive way that he was talking, I was almost convinced that he was about to ask me to take off my clothes, so that he could have his way with me. Shivers and thoughts of Derrick shook my entire body. “Now, come closer.” I came closer and closer, and my entire body started to feel like it was on fire. Did Derrick Danger want me? I came closer and closer until my legs were practically against his. “Now, I want to see if you’re willing to do what it takes. If you are, well, you can be sure that I’ll come play this place again. I’ll even tell my friends they should play here too. But it’s all up to you.” He sat up, and I leaned down towards him. His mouth trailed along my jaw, and I could feel the warm air coming out, as he reached his hand up, and took the lock of hair from in front of my ear. “I want someone to fuck.” It felt once again like I was in some sort of weird wet dream, but there wasn’t anything to think about. My hand came automatically up to my blouse, and undid the first button. He made a low noise in his throat. “No, no, no. It’s not you that I want. I want a guy. You’ve got to make sure that he’s hot, and you’ve got to make sure that he’s not going to talk to the press, because if even one word of this gets out, you will be out on your ass before morning, that I can guarantee.”

I took a small step back, and looked at him. A guy? I thought back to everything I knew about Derrick Danger. Every single story in the press was about what a ladies’ man he was. Being into men was something he hid well. I didn’t know why, but the thought of Derrick Danger with another man, when he was so manly himself, just turned me on more. I forgot my momentary disappointment that it wasn’t going to be my perfect night, and started to think about how else I could make what he wanted come true.

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