I sigh, lovelorn, as I see my lover up on stage, dancing around, getting sweaty, being shirtless, and shaking his ass.

God my husband is hot. It's hard not to think of all the things we did before he got on stage.

And these thirsty old women don't realise that he's taken. That he's mine. I have a strong flush of pride as I realise that. That's my husband. My rock n roll star.

I smile proudly.

I wait until after the show, where I have my special VIP access to go behind the stage and give him love.

"Hey my little Rock Star!" I exclaim happily, it's always funny to see him he flirty and bold, even though he's very submissive.

I smile fondly as I see him changing into different clothes in the tour buss.