"What's the matter sweetie?" He asked.
Tilting her head to the side the child looked up. "Uncle Jon, why does the butt of Daddy's jeans have fuck me written on them."
Jon almost choked on her question. He was sure she didn't know the meaning of the word fuck but how in the hell should he explain? He crouched bringing himself down to her level. He hugged her and looked over to where Heather leaned against the wall smiling but offering no help what so ever. Turning his attention back to little Ava Sambora Jon smiled softly.
"Because your daddy is asking for trouble."
Ava turned her big eyes to Jon a soft child expression on her face. "Who's Daddy asking for trouble from Uncle Jon?"
"Me. Now go to your Momma. I got things to take care of." He loosened his hug and stood up.
"You're not gonna give Daddy a spanking are you?"
He turned his clear blue gaze to where Heather stood chuckling. Her blue eyes shone with tears of laughter as she busied herself wiping the coke she'd spit out off her face. "Help me, " he mouthed silently.
Seeing no help was forthcoming he returned his attention to the little girl still standing next to him.
"I just might baby. It all depends on whether or not your Daddy is a good boy."
Before neither adult could speak Ava kicked Jon's shin. "Don't you hurt my Daddy!"
Jon winced and reached down to grab hold of his shin. "I'd never hurt your daddy, " he grunted
"But you said Daddy was in trouble with you and you might spank him."
Jon looked down at the little imp that stood standing with her hands on her hips.
He's in more trouble than he can imagine.
"I umm.... I...." He looked over to where Heather stood doubled over with laughter. "Who bought him those damn jeans?"
Between squeals of uncontrolled laughter Heather answered, "Some design isn't it? You know how Richie is.... I couldn't resist."
Jon glared at Richie's wife but couldn't keep the grin from coming to his face. He ruffled the hair on the top of Ava's head. "Go over by your mommy now I have to go take my shower." He turned away and started walking down the hall.
"Don't hurt my Daddy!" Ava shouted after him.
"Be gentle Jon," Heather laughed.
He opened the door that led to the showers, the sounds of Heather's laughter ringing in his ears.
As Jon walked in, Tico, Hugh and Dave were walking out, towels wrapped around their waists and thrown over their shoulders.
"Hurry up Jon, seems like Sambora is intent on either drowning or hogging all the hot water tonight." Dave laughed.
"He'd better not use all the hot water. I don't relish a fuckin' cold shower that's for sure." Laughing, Jon continued into the shower area while the other three made their way to the dressing room.
"Those are some pants Sambora," he said opening the door to the stall Richie was in.
"You like them?" Richie said not bothering to turn and look at the singer who had stripped and entered.
Jon stepped closer. He ran his hands down Richie's back to cup his ass cheeks. "Yeah but you don't have to be so blunt. I can take a subtle suggestion ya know."
Richie turned to face the singer. "Yeah but this way you were hard at least half the night thinking about it weren't you?"
"Fucker, you know I was," Jon said dipping his head and sucking the water off Richie's left shoulder.
"So you came here to take me up on my offer?" Richie said seductively.
Jon shrugged and grinned wickedly. "Not really just wanted to let you know I liked the jeans."
He turned to walk out the door only to be tugged back by the aroused guitarist. "I've been waiting for you all night. Don't do this to me," he said nuzzling the singer's neck.
"Heard some rumor that message was because you are sick of standing in my shadow." Jon mumbled.
"Bullshit, you're my frontman. I love you. Its too fuckin' bad those jealous assholes don't know what the message really means."
"Glad to know the rumors aren't true." Jon kissed him softly and trailed his hand down over Richie's abs eliciting a soft moan from the guitarist. He leaned back slightly and looked into Richie's dark impassioned eyes. "If that message was for me then why did Heather buy the pants?"
"Because I want to watch."
Jon jumped and turned to face the blond beauty that entered the shower wearing a skimpy white two piece bathing suit. His cheeks heated as the redness crept in. He stepped back behind Richie feeling strangely shy in her presence.
"It's okay Jon. Heather's known for months now." Richie said softly trying to put the singer at ease.
"Wh.... where's Ava?" Jon asked remembering the questions the child had asked a few short moments ago.
"Ava?" Heather looked back over her shoulder. "I left her with your wife."
"Wha.... what d... did you tell D.... Dot?" Jon asked looking out from over Richie's shoulder.
Heather brushed her hair back and looked Jon straight in the eyes. "Oh I asked her to watch Ava while I came to watch the two of you."
"You didn't!" Jon exclaimed. Dot'll never accept this. My fuckin' marriage just went down the drain.
"I... I gotta get outta here," Jon said stepping around Richie.
Richie snared Jon's wrist not letting him go far. "No Jon don't go."
"If I stay here my fuckin marriage is gone. Dot will ruin me."
He tried to pull away but Richie kept his strong grip on Jon's wrist. "Stay." The guitarist said.
Jon pushed at Richie's shoulder with his free hand. "No. Everything I worked for...the kids....house.....my money....gone. She can take it all away."
Richie shot Heather a warning glance. She stepped away from the wall. Her hand fell on Jon's shoulder. "It's okay Jon." She dipped her head and ran her tongue across his left nipple. He shivered and she smiled before continuing. "Dorothea thinks I came in here to spend time with Richie. She said she didn't mind watching Ava, she had to wait for you anyway . She also told me you love long showers so I could take my time."
She raised her head and ran the back of her hand down Jon's cheek training her intense blue gaze on him. "So do I get what I want? Will you let me watch?"
"I.... I," Jon was at a loss for words.
Richie gently pushed Heather out of the way. Still holding Jon's wrist he grabbed him by the waist pulling him tightly against his wet slippery body. He guided Jon's hand down to feel the steel hard erection the thought of being with the singer had brought about.
"Feel that? It's cause of you," he said softly.
"Damn it Rich.... I can't.... not with her here."
"Sure you can. She knows about us. It's okay."
He cut off any protest Jon might have, smothering the words with his lips. Jon pulled back and opened his mouth to speak once more but Richie shushed him.
"Close your eyes....don't look.....feel....don't think...do."
Spoken calmly, with a gentle rhythm, his words took on a hypnotizing effect. Jon closed his eyes and moaned. When he felt Richie's lips on his neck he dropped his head backwards allowing the guitarist full access to suck and nibble as he pleased. He trembled at the sensation of Richie's calloused fingers as they roamed down his torso. One hand came to rest cupping his ass cheek while the other lightly brushed over his now erect cock. The guitarist skillfully gripped Jon's full erection running his thumb lightly over the tip.
The singer groaned his pleasure into the room. Eyes still closed he griped Richie's head bring their lips together in a hot smoldering kiss. His tongue circled Richie's, his fingers twined in dark wet hair.
Heather leaned against the tiled wall watching the two men wide-eyed. She shoved her balled fist into her mouth to keep from moaning out as loud as Jon had.
"Look at me," Richie whispered into Jon's ear.
Jon opened his eyes and melted into Richie's deep dark chocolate ones. "I want you Jon...wanna feel you inside me."
Heather slid down the wall, barely feeling the pain as her teeth sunk deeper into her skin.
Jon licked the side of Richie's chin. "Right where I want to be," he answered huskily shoving Heather's presence from his mind.
He broke the hold Richie had on him then turned to the built-in shower shelf for the bottle of conditioner and grinned when he spotted the tube Richie had placed there.
"Pretty damn sure those pants were gonna get you what you wanted tonight weren't you?" Jon said opening the cap and spreading some of the lube on his fingers.
Richie face broke out with a goofy grin. His only other response was a nod of the head.
Jon stepped towards the guitarist. "If you want me so badly turn around and face the wall babe."
Before Richie did as Jon instructed he gripped the frontman's head and plunged his tongue in between his lips. Jon moaned almost dropping the tube he held in his left hand when he responded to Richie's passionate kiss.
"Fuck me Jon," he begged softly.
Heather leaned over to the side wanting a better view of the action as her husband turned to face the wall. Her lips parted sensually as Jon inserted his index finger into the opening between Richie's quivering cheeks.
"Oh god" she whispered into a room that suddenly felt as if the temperature had risen ten degrees.
Jon's head came up. He stilled. Heather felt Richie's disappointment as the guitarist whimpered. Once again she shoved her fist in her mouth.
"Jon?" Richie questioned.
"It's okay," Jon answered quietly. Was it more to himself than Richie? The guitarist wasn't sure.
Jon continued his movements drawing out low moans from the man in front of him. He reached around and started pumping Richie's cock. When the guitarist groaned loudly and pushed back against the fingers working his ass Jon knew it was time to exchange them for something more exciting and much larger. Once again the singer picked up the lube Richie had provided this time it was used on his cock.
"J...Jon," Richie breathed as the singer's hot breath tickled the fine hairs on the back of his neck.
"Ready?" Jon softly asked.
"All..... n.... night," Richie panted.
Forward movement of Jon's hips along with the backward movement of Richie's soon had the singer fully buried inside. They stilled allowing Richie to adjust to the penetration. As Jon began moving, his hand traveled up along the guitarist's cock on the inward strokes and down on the outward ones. Richie reached forward, bracing himself against the cool tiled wall as Jon pumped in and out, his movements increasing in speed as he neared his climax.
Heather watched, afraid to blink lest she miss some of the strangely erotic scene before her. She hadn't expected to feel this excited, in fact she thought it would make her sick to see her husband with another man. She only requested this tonight because she wanted to be able to understand how the two of them could even want to be together much less enjoy it. Now, as she watched Jon pump in and out of her husband's ass she used her fingers, matching the rhythm he used on her husband to bring pleasure to her own body.
While one hand worked inside the bottoms of her bathing suit the other hand stayed fisted in her mouth aware that any noise from her might cease the arousing sexual action tasking place in the same stall.
Jon couldn't hold back any longer he started pumping fast and furious.
"Come.....on," he coaxed Richie feeling the cock in his hand pulse.
"C.... com... mmm.... ing," the guitarist ground out.
As his sperm rocketed towards the wall, Jon's filled the tight warm spot he'd been stroking in and out of. Spent from their act, Richie leaned against the wall while Jon leaned against Richie's back. Jon reluctantly pulled out when they recognized the soft moans coming from Heather. Sitting on the floor her legs were spread open wide while one hand worked furiously to bring her off .
"Think.... you.... ought to.... wife," Jon said.
Richie turned his head and nodded. "Yeah."
As Jon finished his shower Richie went and knelt next to his wife. The singer was about to walk out when Heather called his name. He turned and looked back, not at all surprised to see her naked with Richie's fingers stroking her most private parts.
"Thank you Jon," she said softly.
"Kay," answered the singer as he walked out the door.