Names and minor details changed, but if you know rock/metal music, you'll know who this is about...

Backstage at the Brixton Academy, London. Soulchest, who are touring their massively successful debut album “Everlasting Red,” have just come offstage after playing their biggest ever headlining show. It was electric - the biggest and possibly best show of the band’s career to date.
Drummer Dev and bassist John have headed to Camden for an after-show DJ set, and vocalist Carly and her husband and the band’s guitarist Mitch are hanging back in the dressing room for a meet and greet with some fans.
Carly sits down in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup, sweaty after their set, with adrenaline still pumping through her veins. She always feels so elated after a show, but tonight is different. There’s something else on her mind. 
Mitch walks in and sits on the couch, looking over at his beautiful wife as she finishes applying her eyeliner, a deep shade of metallic blue which perfectly matches her vibrantly dyed hair; she looks like a metal goddess. 
“That was fucking sick, babe; you were amazing tonight,” he exclaims loudly, as Carly swivels around in her chair after applying a natural shade of lipgloss to her luscious, plump lips. 
“Thanks, Mitchell; I had a lot of fun. You ready for the meet and greet?” She replies. “I kinda wish we could skip it tonight; that show has got my blood pumping, and, to be honest, I would rather us go back to the bus and take advantage of being alone if you know what I’m saying.” Carly winks and gives Mitch a look that can mean only one thing.
“Actually, babe, the meet and greet should be a LOT more fun than usual tonight,” Mitch replies. 
“Oh yeah? What makes you say that?” Carly moves over to the couch and puts her hand on Mitch’s thigh, leaning in to kiss him and biting his bottom lip. “It can’t be more fun than what I have in mind…” she says as she starts to rub her hand over his cock through his pants.
Mitch smiles. “Well, you remember when I jokingly picked up that Hustler magazine at the airport before our flight over here?” 
“Yeah…” Carly replied. Hesitantly. She remembered very well. “The one with the pictures of that girl with all the guys?”
“That’s right,” Mitch leant in and whispered in her ear, “the one with the blowbang - do you remember what you said to me?”
Carly could feel her heart pounding. She had a feeling she knew what was coming, but she couldn’t be sure. “Um… I think so.”
“What did you say to me, babe?” Mitch whispered. “I can remember….”
“I… I said that I always wondered what it would be like to do that. I said I always thought that kind of thing was really hot. Seeing those pictures of that girl surrounded by hard cocks. I said it was something I was always curious about….”
“That’s right; well, guess what?”
“Wh… What?”
“I asked our TM to keep tonight clear, so there isn’t a meet and greet. Not an official one, anyway. I arranged something slightly different….” 
Carly could feel her pussy getting wetter as Mitch was talking. Could this really be happening? Had her husband actually arranged what she thinks he has?
“Really? Mitch, are you serious? What have you done?” She asked, anxious but excited at what might be about to happen.
Mitch stood up and grabbed Carly by the hand, leading her into the green room next door. 
“Come with me; I’ll show you.” He opened the door, and Carly stepped in
Mitch could see the excitement on Carly’s face as she saw what was waiting for her. 
It was a typical venue green room. A tired, ragged sofa up against the back wall. It was dimly lit, the carpet was dirty, and the walls and ceiling were stained from years of people smoking backstage after shows. But, in the middle of the room stood three guys. Two of them white, and one of them a big, athletic black man. All three had already unzipped their jeans and were stroking their cocks in anticipation.
“This is for you, babe. I reached out to these guys online. They’re here for you. You’re going to find out what it’s like to suck their cocks all at the same time.”
“Mitchell, I don’t know….” Carly stammered, clearly turned on but also apprehensive. “Do I have to fuck them?”
“No, they’re just here for you to suck their cocks. I made that very clear, didn’t I, guys.”
The guys all nodded, looking Carly up and down. Her slutty, yet glamorous stage outfit, something quite different from what she usually wears, was perfect for the occasion. She was wearing a choker and a loose dress with fishnet sleeves. The dress was clinging to her curvaceous body and just barely covered her beautiful, voluptuous breasts. She looked like a whore. A stunningly beautiful but utterly filthy whore.
“Go on then, babe, on your knees. I’m just going to watch. I’ll pick up their sloppy seconds after… Guys - my wife belongs to you. Fuck her face. Don’t stop until she’s drained every ounce of cum out of all of your balls. Make her your filthy little cumslut. I want you to COVER her.”
Mitch pushed Carly into the middle of the room, and she dropped to her knees as the guys moved toward her. She looked up at them and then back over at Mitch as if for approval. He was standing back, and had taken his phone out to film what his wife was about to do. He nodded encouragingly, and she turned back to the guys.
She immediately took the black guy’s cock into her mouth. The other two moved closer in, and she grasped their cocks, one in each hand, and started massaging them. Her pussy was soaking wet - she had always wondered how this would feel, she’d watched so many blowbangs online, and she’d played this fantasy out in her head a thousand times. She knew exactly what she needed to do. What she wanted to do.
Carly sucked on each cock in turn, spitting, slobbering, deep-throating each of the guys one by one. Her eyes watering, her makeup smeared down her face as she choked on each fat cock. Mitch stood to the side, filming his beautiful wife choking on these big hard cocks, watching her unleash her inner whore. 
She took a quick break from jerking their cocks to start rubbing her clit hard and fast, desperate to make herself cum while she pleasured the three guys in front of her. One of the guys got down on his knees behind her, grabbing her left breast in one hand and reaching underneath her thick ass with the other, sliding his fingers inside her dripping, gaping pussy and finger fucking her while she sucked one cock, and rubbed another one with her free hand. 
The guy fingering her pulled her hair back and looked her in her eyes. “Cum for us, slut. Cum for us before we cum for you.” She was so close, still rubbing her clit while he rapidly finger fucked her pussy; one of the other guys slapped her cheek with his cock while the other groped and fondled her tits.
“Yes, sir,” she panted, as she started to lose control, quivering as she began to orgasm. She started to let out a scream of pleasure, but one of the guys shoved his cock in her mouth to shut her up, as another other pushed her ass up in the air until she was on all fours, pulled her underwear to the side, and started to eat her ass from behind. He put his tongue deep into her tight asshole and then moved onto her pussy, before he pulled her panties off altogether, laid down and dragged her onto his face, her thick thighs almost suffocating him.
Carly was in heaven. Her body squirmed in pleasure. She was on her knees, sitting on one of the men’s faces and being vigorously eaten out, with two guys in front of her, both competing to get their cocks into her whorish mouth.
She glanced up at them, desire in her eyes, fixated on their hard, throbbing penises. “Put both those cocks in my mouth at the same fucking time.” The guys obliged, and both of them crammed their hard cocks into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the heads while spit leaked from her mouth down her chin and onto the floor in front of her.  
She came again, harder this time, her pussy flooding the mouth of the man between her legs. She continued to suck each cock in rotation, her face covered with more and more spit as she went, until Mitch called out to them. “Guys, I think it’s time you painted my whore wife’s fucking face. What do you think, honey?”
“Mhmm,” Carly mumbled, unable to speak because of the cock she had her lips wrapped around. 
“What was that, slut?” Mitch questioned. “What do you want? Tell them..”
Carly drew her face away from the cock - a long string of spit dangled from the head, the other end sloppily clinging to the tip of her tongue, and exhaled. “I want all three of you to dump your big fucking loads all over my pretty fucking face. Paint me. Use me as your fucking cum rag.”
The guys grabbed Carly and pulled her over in front of Mitch, who was sitting on the couch, still filming on his phone but trying desperately hard not to join in.
“Are you ready for their cum, babe?” He asked. 
“Yes. I’m ready,” Carly looked up at the three men in front of her and pleaded, audible desperation in her voice. “Paint my fucking face, please. All three of you, paint me. I want you to fucking cover my face in all your hot, thick cum.”
As soon as she finished begging, the first guy moved in close to the right side of her face. His cock twitched, he moaned loudly, and the first thick, juicy splash of cum shot out of his thick black cock, landing on her lips, with more gooey, pearly ropes hitting her chin and dripping down onto her gorgeous tits. 
“Fuck yeah, that’s so hot. Don’t fucking stop.” Carly screamed, reaching down between her thighs and fingering her pussy. “Who’s got more for me? Fucking paint me. I want more.”
The second guy, standing in front of her, was stroking his cock, watching, and she looked up at him with her beautiful brown eyes. “Cum all over my fucking face”, she demanded intensely, and he granted her wish. A massive spurt of cum shot onto her face, hitting her with force right beneath her left eye. He kept shooting, thick drops splashing onto her cheek and down onto her left breast. 
“Fuck YES” Carly screamed, in ecstasy, as she made herself cum while the second guy unloaded. “This is so fucking HOT! Where’s my last cock? Give me your fucking load.”
The third guy had moved round behind Carly. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
“There’s not enough cum on this pretty fucking face”, she shouted. “Paint me. Cum all over me. I need it!”
The third guy pressed his cock against Carly’s forehead and started unloading. His didn’t shoot out like the others - it dripped. His load was thick and massive. Cum oozed out the head of his cock, right onto the middle of her forehead, and down onto her eyebrow, her eyelashes, and the side of her nose. He pulled back a bit, and the last few drops fell into her vibrant blue hair. 
Carly sighed with satisfaction. “Fuck yeah. Good boys. Thank you, thank you for giving me your cum.”
She looked over at Mitch, who was practically drooling at the sight of his gorgeous wife kneeling on the floor with these spent cocks around her. She was absolutely covered in cum. It had started to drip down onto her chest, and some had landed on her thighs. She looked like a porn star. Her makeup smeared, her eyes red, her eyelashes glued together.
She took a cock in each hand and slowly stroked and sucked the last little drops of jizz out of them, all the while maintaining eye contact with her husband.
“Did you like that baby?” She asked. “Did you like seeing your wife with these strange men?”
Mitch smirked. “I fucking loved it, babe. You’ve never been hotter to me than you are right now.”
Carly started to scoop up the cum with her fingers, first from her tits, and then from around her mouth and under her eye, and pushed it into her mouth, playing with it before swallowing it all down.
Mitch looked at his wife and smiled; “Let’s go back to the bus; the guys are still out. I want to have my turn with you now….”