“Thanks for listening. Don’t go anywhere, because we’ve got a special encore for you in fifteen minutes.” The crowd clapped and I swore under my breath. Encore? Are you fucking kidding me?
Spotting Anna at the edge of the crowd in that damn sexy turquoise-blue wrap dress, I grabbed her elbow. “I need a hand,” I whispered in her ear. “Or a mouth,” I added, not wanting to limit my options.
I led her palm to my rock-hard cock and her eyes widened. “Oh…yeah, you do.” She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, a coy expression on her face. “Did I do that?”
Discreetly rubbing her hand against me, I told her, “You always do that.” Looking around to see if anyone was watching, I pulled her toward the curtain. Everyone was too busy chitchatting with the band to pay us any mind. We slipped behind the thick purple fabric completely unnoticed. The material draped against the floor, so even our feet wouldn’t be discovered. It was the perfect hiding place, and really erotic, because we could still hear everyone on the other side of the curtain. Doing it here would almost be like doing it in public, and that was something I’d always wanted to try.
While Anna watched me with hooded eyes, I unfastened the belt around my waist. “You are the sexiest thing here,” I whispered. “I could barely concentrate, thinking about you…your legs wrapped around me, your nipple between my teeth, your clit against my tongue.”
Anna’s mouth dropped open, and she ran a hand over her breast, then squeezed her own nipple. I got even harder. Fucking sexy-ass woman. “Jesus, I need you…”
Undoing my pants, I shoved them and my underwear down my legs. Then I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me. Our mouths collided in a frenzy of passion. It was all the more exciting because we were purposely being as silent as possible. If only the fuddy-duddies knew what was going down on the other side of this curtain…well, Jenny’s gallery would be a hell of a lot more interesting.
While my hands explored my wife’s body, her hand stroked my cock. Fuck, yes. Could she get down on her knees in her condition? God, I hoped so. I could put my jacket down on the floor so she’d be more comfortable.
Her thumb played with the top of my piercing, and I had to reach out and clench the curtain before I fell over. Fuck that felt good.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered, “You’ll pull the whole thing down.”
With a great deal of willpower, I released my hold on the curtain. There was a slit in the center of it that let me see out into the gallery. Dozens of people were still out there, talking, milling about. Watching them while Anna rocked my socks off was stimulating, and a low groan escaped me. Jesus, I was going to come all over her hand if she kept touching me like that.
“I don’t think I can get down there, baby,” Anna murmured, “But…I brought something, just in case…”
She reached into her purse, then pulled out one of our sex toys. It was a fake pussy that we sometimes used when hers wasn’t up to the task. She had it with her? Fuck, my wife was awesome. I couldn’t even coherently thank her. All I could say was, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…”
Tilting her head, she smiled up at me. “I’ll take that as a yes, please.”
She used her finger to moisten the inside of the rubber tube, then she pushed it over the top of me. It wasn’t the same as being inside of her, but fuck, it was pretty awesome. I clenched her shoulder as she started working it over my body. Staring out the curtain slit, I saw Jenny giving Evan a kiss, Kiera cuddling up into Kellan’s side, and Matt staring at Rachel; he finally didn’t look all that ill. Everything was right in the world.
Containing my grunts and groans was difficult, especially as the throbbing intensified, and the buildup started approaching. Knowing my body, Anna sped up her hand. I was so close, almost there. “Don’t stop,” I begged her.
With a throaty laugh, she purred, “Baby, nothing could make me stop right now. You’re so fucking sexy when you come. I want to see it…show me…”
Fuck, yes. “I’m almost…”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something weird. I didn’t want to pay attention, since I was on the verge of an incredible release, but I noticed anyway. People were stepping toward the curtain. Jenny and Evan were coming up to either side of it, and Jenny was telling the crowd, “Before the D-Bags’ final song, there is one last piece of art that I’d like to show everyone. It’s my finest work, and I’m so very, very proud. I can’t wait for you all to witness this…”
Jenny and Evan stepped in front of the curtain, and that’s when it dawned on me that there was a very large painting on the wall on the other side of us. And Jenny wanted to show it to everyone. And I was about five seconds away from coming. Fuck. Me.
Stilling Anna’s hand, I wrenched the sex toy away from her. “Step back, now!” I warned her. Anna was confused, naturally, but she did as I asked and stepped into the recess of the curtain, on the far side of the painting. I wasn’t able to move yet, and I didn’t have time anyway. The curtain opened, the crowd gasped, and me fondling my junk with a bright purple sex toy was the first thing everyone in the gallery saw. Needless to say, I instantly lost my climax. I couldn’t come right now if I was paid to.
Jenny’s eyes widened before she spun on her heel and looked away. Evan’s cheeks went bright red. “Griffin? What the hell?” With the fake pussy still securely around my cock, I reached down for my pants, but not before I noticed cell phones being whipped out and pointed in my direction. Awesome.