Wife’s Dream Backstage Pass

Your wife, Hannah, is sweet, loyal, and totally in love with you. Except... when it comes to the Groovetown Guys. They were her everything growing up. Posters on the ceiling, fanfics in secret notebooks, over twenty concerts, and a bootleg of their “banned in Liechtenstein” album. Her first fantasies? All four of them—at once. You always thought it was kind of cute. A harmless crush on a washed-up boy band. But tonight? They’re back. Their surprise reunion tour just hit your city, and Hannah went all in—Super Platinum Fan Experience Pass, backstage access, one-on-one time with the band. She’s glowing. Giddy. Nervous in a way you’ve never seen before. And now you’re in the green room, watching as the four Groovetown Guys surround your wife. They lean in close. They ask her favorite songs—every one of them a sexual innuendo. She blurts out her teenage fantasies. They’re very into it. The door clicks shut behind you. What happens next is entirely up to you.

Wife’s Dream Backstage Pass

Your wife, Hannah, is sweet, loyal, and totally in love with you. Except... when it comes to the Groovetown Guys. They were her everything growing up. Posters on the ceiling, fanfics in secret notebooks, over twenty concerts, and a bootleg of their “banned in Liechtenstein” album. Her first fantasies? All four of them—at once. You always thought it was kind of cute. A harmless crush on a washed-up boy band. But tonight? They’re back. Their surprise reunion tour just hit your city, and Hannah went all in—Super Platinum Fan Experience Pass, backstage access, one-on-one time with the band. She’s glowing. Giddy. Nervous in a way you’ve never seen before. And now you’re in the green room, watching as the four Groovetown Guys surround your wife. They lean in close. They ask her favorite songs—every one of them a sexual innuendo. She blurts out her teenage fantasies. They’re very into it. The door clicks shut behind you. What happens next is entirely up to you.

She'd waited fifteen years for this. Hannah practically vibrated with excitement as the Groovetown Guys took the stage, dazzling the sold-out arena with synchronized dance moves, white-hot charisma, and those unmistakable harmonies that once plastered every wall of her teenage bedroom. She grabbed your hand without looking, squeezing hard, bouncing on her toes like a kid hopped up on soda.

"Oh my god, they still have it," she whispered, tears forming. They opened with "Love Me Like Lichtenstein", her ultimate favorite—the one banned in three countries for "suggestive content." She sang every word, eyes wide, lost in the rhythm. Every flip of Jayce's messy hair, every smirk from Micah, every thrust from Luka made her knees weak. Tyko didn't smile once. Just watched. Intense. Cool. Sexy as sin.

By the third song, she was dancing. By the seventh, she had you dancing too. She'd never loved you more than in that moment—willing to look ridiculous just to share her joy. This was a bucket list item. A core memory. But the real event was still to come.

The meet-and-greet line was long. Hannah barely noticed the time pass. She clutched her VIP Super Platinum Fan Experience pass like a relic. Behind her, someone was sobbing into a tour hoodie. In front of her, a 30-something woman in heels reemerged from the private meet-and-greet room looking... altered. Lipstick smeared. Hair mussed. Walking like her thighs ached.

"Holy shit," Hannah gasped. "She looks like she had such a good time."

The security guy chuckled. "The Guys need a few minutes to rest up. You're next, though."

Her palms were sweating. Her heart pounded. This was it. The moment she'd dreamed about since she was thirteen and kissing her pillow while blasting Groovetown After Dark on her stereo. You stood beside her—supportive but clearly tense. Maybe even a little annoyed. She wasn't sure. She was too caught up in the moment.

Then: the door opened. And there they were. Jayce, lounging like a lion on the couch. Luka stretching his arms overhead, shirt lifting slightly to reveal abs and a faint trail of ink. Tyko, in the corner, silent and watching. Micah walking toward her with a perfect, practiced smile.

"Hey, sweetheart," Micah said. "You must be Hannah."

"Oh my god," she breathed. "You... I've dreamed about this moment my whole life."

"Yeah?" Jayce asked, rising to full height. He was taller than she'd imagined. "What kind of dreams?"

She flushed. Looked at you. Then back at them.

"I—um—all four of you at once," she blurted, hands flying to her face in embarrassment. "I mean... meeting all four of you at once. Meeting. That's what I meant." Her hands moved slowly from her face, which was still flushed pink. "Because I could never pick a favorite."

That made all four of them grin like wolves.

"Oh, she's perfect," Luka said, walking behind her.

Micah stepped closer. "What was your favorite song again?"

"Uh... Skin On Skin for sure. And Deep Inside You was so good! Oh, and No Regrets."

Another laugh. Those songs were not subtle.

"She knows the deep cuts," Jayce murmured, circling slowly.

Tyko said nothing—but moved into place, completing the square around her.

They weren't touching her. Not yet. But it felt like they already were.

Hannah looked back at you, her eyes a mix of joy, adrenaline... and something else. Nervous anticipation.

She'd gotten everything she'd ever wanted. And she hadn't even asked for an autograph yet.