Evan began tapping his sticks together in a countdown rhythm that even I understood. I had no idea what song was first in the lineup though. Maybe I should pay more attention in rehearsals. Nah, fuck that. If they were never going to give me a shot, what was the point?

I kept waiting for Matt to propose as we played. After each song, I thought, Okay, now he’s going to do it, but he never did. He looked sicker and sicker as the night wore on, but he never did or said anything to Rachel. It was weird, and kind of a wasted moment. I mean, if he was trying to be all dramatic and shit, how could he top proposing to her during a D-Bags concert? Couldn’t be done. By the end of our set, I was convinced that he had changed his mind about asking her to marry him. Poor Rachel. She’d need to be comforted. I could be her shoulder to lean on, so long as she didn’t cry too much…and she let me cop a feel in the process.

Thinking of Rachel’s breasts naturally made me think of my wife’s. She had an amazing rack, even more so now that she was so close to popping. Her jugs were kegs, and I wanted to tap them. Just the thought was giving me an erection, which felt kind of awesome against the vibrations of the bass. Oh yeah…my wife and I were finding a quiet spot after this. Maybe that gigantic curtain decorating the wall behind the stage. Yeah, that sounded like a great place for a blow job.

I was practically bursting at the seams by the time the damn set was done. Fuck, was it necessary to play five thousand songs at this damn thing? Some of us had shit to do. As soon as Kellan thanked the crowed, I set down my bass and sought my wife. Finally.

“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.