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After I mouth “I love you” to her, I become light-headed and the room fades to the background. The buzzing of multiple conversations and clicking of various glasses become white noise. All I hear is the frantic beating of my heart as it crawls to my throat. Panic sets in and I fear my voice will never come out.

That’s when my wife smiles back at me. The pure joy shining in her grin blinds me with the power of a thousand supernovas. She blows me a kiss, which I catch in the air, holds in a fist, and kiss the back of my hand.

She shouts over the bustle of the crowded bar, “Love you, my sweet and silly rock star. You’ve got this.”

Fueled by her enthusiasm and support, I attack the first verses of the lyrics:

Even broken and bruised

You’ve never denied others

A spot inside your heart

You shower those you cherish

With your love and light

Your strength has taught me

Every wound can heal

And every grief has an end

As long as you’re mine

And I’m yours

Always

Igo on playing my song until the final notes die down. The band and I never play the next five songs that we rehearsed for our set because Maria jumps on stage, kisses me senseless, and pulls me behind her all the way to the front door.

People cheer us on as if we were football players and we laugh. Once on the sidewalk, I bring her back into my arms.

“Where are you taking me, wife?”

“Home.”

Jim pulls up and I open the door of the limousine, following her inside. The ten-minute drive to our house will give me little time to properly show Maria how much a crave her every single minute of the day. Still, I take advantage of it.

I pat my thighs and command, “Sit your fine ass here. Face away from me.”

“Yes, sir,” her prompt reply and compliance make my cock tent my leather pants.

It never fails. Every time she submits to me this completely and willingly, I’ve got to struggle with myself not to come inside my pants.

I lift the hemline of her figure-hugging silver cocktail as far as it goes. It’s enough to reveal the barely-there thong she is wearing. The diamond studded ass plug sparkle under the dim light. I put it inside her when we snuck into the bar’s restroom before the musical set began.

I twist the tiny diamond to turn it on and choose the low vibration mode. She moans and rubs herself on my thigh. I spread them apart.

“No humping.”

She freezes.

“Lie back.”

She leans her back against my chest. I tug the front of her dress up to her waist. Wrapping my hand around her chin, I press her head on my shoulder.

“Make yourself come.”

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