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Once again my husband put me in the bathtub. He told me the day had been stressful and I needed to relax. Yeah, he was right. So here I was soaking in a tub of hot water and feeling better by the minute. I wondered what he was making for dinner. You know I could really get used to this.
"Dinner in twenty minutes" he said following a knock on the door.
"Okay" I answered happily. "But you know you could come in and deliver that message in person."
"No, I couldn't or dinner would be ruined." came the muffled reply.
"Why?" I asked innocently. I knew why but really wanted to hear him say it.
"Cause I'd take one look at you in that tub and dinner would be the last thing on my mind."
I smiled, "Oh, I don't make you hungry?"
The doorknob turned and slowly the door opened. "Enough woman. Stop tempting me." He said stepping into the bathroom. "You make me drool."
"Really?"
He crossed the room and squatted down by the tub. "How are you feeling?"
I sighed, "I'm fine. Stop asking that."
"It's an important question. I gotta know if I'm gonna be able to ravish you after dinner or not."
Oh, I liked that train of thought, "Oh I think I'll be up to it. How about you?"
He laughed, "Honey you always make me UP to it." He stood, "Now don't distract me anymore." I laughed at his serious look.
"Okay, I promise to be good."
He turned at the door, "Only until after dinner. Then you can be as bad as you want." He pulled the door closed as he went out.
Oh, I planned on being bad, all right. He didn't know I'd kept one of Mikey and Alicia's movies.

I got out of the tub, dried off and threw on my robe. Whatever he was making for dinner smelled wonderful. I followed the tempting aroma into the kitchen. He was bent over peering in the oven.
“Is it ready?” I asked causing him to stand quickly.
“Almost.” He answered.
“So where are we eating?” Our kitchen table and chairs weren’t gonna be delivered until tomorrow.
“I moved the TV into the living room so I thought we could eat in there.”
“Yeah, I saw that.” I said sounding a bit depressed.
He looked at me strangely, “What’s wrong with that?”
“Well I sorta liked the TV in the bedroom.” I moved to the sink to pour myself a glass of water.
“Why? Do you think we really need a TV in the bedroom? I sorta thought there were other things we could do in there.”
I drank my water than sat down the glass on the cabinet. “Well, I suppose. But I did keep one of Mikey and Alicia’s DVD’s. If you’re pickin’ up what I’m layin’ down.”
He laughed, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m pickin’ up what your layin’ down. After dinner we’ll just have to see what we can do about that.”

Dinner was excellent. We had homemade pizza with four toppings. We watched TV while we ate. We did not talk about the house or what had happed there today. I knew we had an unspoken agreement about it. Neither of us wanted to deal with that shit right now. So I told him what Alicia had said about the purple haired chick from “Rock Hard Rock Star.”
“You believed her?” he laughed. “Oh, man. She got you good.”
“Yeah, well I’ll think of something to get even.” I told him starting on my third piece of pizza. Yeah, I was eating a lot but this was the first food I’d had today. I looked over to see him watching me with an amused look on his face. “What?”
“Nothing.” He answered quickly.
“Come on. You were thinking about something.”
He grinned, “Just wondering how much longer you were gonna be eating. All this talk about Rock Hard Rock Star has made me rock hard.”
I tossed the rest of the piece of pizza down on my plate. “I’m done.” I announced.
He stood and took my plate from me. “Be right back.” He took our plates into the kitchen then surprised me by walking through the living room.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“ I’m gonna take a shower.” He came back in holding a DVD. “I see you kept “Hard Rockin’ Groupies.” Keeping with a musical theme?”
“Well I am married to a rock star.” I said smiling.
He rolled his eyes, “Rock star. No, that I’m not.”
I knew it was true. He didn’t think of himself like that. I realized sometimes all the attention he got from fans surprised him. He crossed over to the TV, which was sitting on a small table and put in the movie.
“Don’t start it until you get back.” I told him.
He started it anyway. “You go ahead and start the movie. By the time I get back you’ll be hot and ready.”
You know I wondered if it was normal that the man could say the word hot and I could literally feel heat course through my body. I tried to hide it. “Yeah, right.” I laughed.
He gave me a sexy look and took off for the shower. The movie began and this one actually had dialogue. Well, not a whole lot but more than just animal sounds. It was about the lead singer of a band who’s car breaks down in a small town. A first we only see his hands on the steering wheel as he pulls into town. Then slowly our hero gets out of his Corvette. I made a mental note to ask Gerard why we didn’t have a Corvette. Obviously lead singers were supposed to have them. My mind forgot all about the car when rock dude turned to the camera. Holy shit, he looked like my husband. Okay, not as good looking but close. His hair was a bit longer but was black as night. His eyes, while not as beautiful as Gerard’s, were pretty nice. Wow I suddenly hoped Gerard was taking a quick shower.
Mr. Rock Star now swaggers towards the local bar. He walks in and the place falls silent. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, middle of the day and the place is full of hot chicks. He sits down at the bar and explains he needs someone to work on his car. The chick with the huge breasts behind the bar smiles and says she doesn’t work on cars but she’d be happy to work on him. So much for meaningful dialogue. He smiles and tells her that he does have something she can work on. Okay I have to admit while the acting and dialogue were terrible I was getting hot. I untied my robe and pulled it open a bit.
Mr. Rock Star and Bar chick walk to the back room. As soon as the door is closed she starts peeling off her clothes. He sits down and watches. Once she is nude she starts to work on him by unzipping his pants and pulling out….wow, that is big.
“Suck me off.” He commands.
Holy shit that’s what Gerard says. My ears listen hoping to hear that the shower is no longer running. Damn it, he said a quick shower. What the hell is he doing? I was so intent on watching the movie that I didn’t hear him walk up behind me.
“Go on. You’re holding back. Touch yourself.” He whispered in my ear.
Fuck, he was right. The movie was making me horny. He leaned over the back of the couch and pulled my robe completely open. “Do it, Laura.”
My hands moved to touch myself.
“Hot and wet aren’t you?” He said before nibbling on my ear.
I continued to watch Mr. Rock Star enjoy getting sucked off. “Yeah” I answered. I couldn’t even begin to form more words.
Gerard stood behind the sofa and leaned over to caress my breast. “Spread your legs” He said nuzzling my neck.
“If you insist.” I answered as I did as he said. The pleasure my fingers were giving me was building. I didn’t want this to end too quickly.
“Come sit by me.” I said knowing I sounded breathless.
He moved around the sofa and I was please to see he hadn’t bothered with clothes at all. Once he was beside me I reached the hand nearest him over and began to stroke his already erect penis. “Dude, you’re so hard.”
He laughed slightly, “Dude?”
“Sorry, they keep saying ‘dude’ in the movie.” I answered. I glanced over at him quickly. His eyes were trained on the TV. “So, he told her to suck him off. Got anything you want to tell me to do?”
“Yeah, suck me off.” He said his voice and words made me shiver.
I slid off the sofa and kneeled in front of him. He leaned back and closed his eyes waiting. I just stared at him until he opened his eyes. “Watch the movie.” I told him.
“You want me to watch the movie while you give me head?” He sounded surprised.
“Yeah” I answered.
He smiled and nodded. Once I saw him watching the movie I lowered my head and took this entire length into my mouth. His hands rested on my shoulders their gentle pressure urging me on. For several minutes I did nothing up pull my mouth up and down his dick. All the way to the tip then down to the base. Then I completely released him and my tongue went to work. I licked a path from the base of his cock to the very top. Slowly I ran my tongue around the ring just below the tip. I felt him shiver, heard him moan.
“You’re gonna have to stop.” He ground out. His fingers on my shoulders tired to pull me back.
I lifted my head slightly, ‘No, I’m gonna make you cum. I want to taste it and suck every last drop.” I said my voice heavy with passion.
“Oh fuck, Laura. Is that what you really want?’
“Yeah, that’s want I want.” I cradled his heavy balls in my hand and once again took him into my mouth. I sucked while I gently pulled at balls with my other hand.
“Fuck, here it comes.” He said throwing his head back. His warm juice filled my mouth. I swallowed every bit. When I finally raised my head he was not watching the TV he was watching me. “Give me a minute then it’s your turn.”
I stood looking down at him. “I get a turn?” I teased.
He nodded still trying to catch his breath, “Oh yeah, you get a fucking turn.”
“She we go to the bedroom?”
“No.” He said, “I have other plans for you.”
I smiled. “Sounds interesting.”
He slowly stood. Moving to me he took my arm and placed me on the sofa. “Watch the TV. Pretend I’m not here.”
I snorted, “Yeah, right.”
“You know the guy in the movie makes you hot.” He said kneeling down in front of me.
“Only because he reminds me of you.” I told him. It was the truth.
He laughed softly, “Just watch.”
Okay my eyes were watching the movie but my body was totally crying out for him. He dipped his head down and while his hands pushed my legs further apart he said, “I love your scent and your taste.”
Crap, was it possible to cum just listening to someone talk? His tongue darted out and just brushed my clit. I moaned.
“Aren’t’ you gonna say it?’ I said my voice sounding shaky.
“No, I’m not. I want to fucking hear you moan. I want to hear how you feel.”
Oh boy, well if he insisted, “I feel so hot. Like I’m on fire. I feel wet. My body needs you.”
He continued to lick and gently suck until I thought I could take no more. “Please, I whispered.”
“Please what?” He asked looking up at me.
I couldn’t speak.
He leaned over slightly and pulled something out from between the sofa cushions. Briefly my mind wondered when he had put whatever it was there but I didn’t care. The soft hum of the vibrator made me simile.
Teasingly he touched it to my hardened nub. The feel was electric. Waves of pleasure shot through me. Soon however it wasn’t enough.
“Gerard, please.” I whispered.
“Please what?” he asked again.
“Damn it. You know what.” He was driving me insane. I wanted to smack him when he chuckled.
“Does Little Laura want this?” He teased by inserting the vibrator only slightly. I started to thrust my hips to welcome it further but he used his other hand to hold me down.
“Not yet Baby. Let it come slow.” He whispered.
“Fuck slow.” I said. “I didn’t do this to you.”
“Just a bit more then.” He inserted it just slightly into my aching wetness.
I moaned and closed my eyes.
“You’re not watching the move.” He reminded me.
“Don’t want to.” I said barely getting the words out. The feeling was so close to peaking. I smiled as he inserted the humming device further and further inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. He held the vibrator in place and stood to lean over and kiss my open mouth. When he sensed I was drained he slowly removed the vibrator, sat down and took me in his arms.
“Mikey was right.” I said when I finally could speak again.
“Right?”
“This sofa is perfect for making out.”