A7X One Shots

Lacey had never been more beautiful to me when than when she'd given birth to our son, Franklin. The day he was born, it was like I had finally come alive. I loved my wife more than absolutely anything until Frank was born. Now it was like they were the two most important things I would ever do in my life, and I was in a top metal band.

Holding my child in my hands had been the happiest moment of my life. He was so beautiful, a perfect combination of me and Lacey. I used to think babies looked like little aliens until he had come out. When he was all covered in goo and gunk and blood, I was mesmerized by him. And Lacey, covered in sweat, tears, blood, and anger had looked so damn beautiful. All I'd wanted to do was hold those two as close to me as possible.

Franklin cooed as I rocked him. We were about to go back on tour but with Metallica, so I wanted to soak up as much time with my baby boy and Lacey as possible. Our baby was so good, so quiet. He hadn't been a tough baby so far, but he did shit a lot. His little eyes closed, and I placed him in his crib and turned the monitor on.

"He's asleep, pretty lady," I said to the bathroom door. Lacey was a night-showerer. She said she needed to get the day off her. I was the opposite; I preferred to take my showers in the morning to wake up.

Lacey walked back into the room in just a towel. I always thought my wife was beautiful, but with her "mom body," she was just gorgeous. She was a goddess, and I couldn't love her more than I did.

"Thank you, John." She dropped her towel and crawled into bed. Shock and excitement raced through my body. Since little Franklin was born, Lace wasn't ready for sex, and that was okay. If I had to push something out of my body, I wouldn't want anything up there either.

"Pretty lady, do you want me to help you get dressed?" I stood by the bed, prepared to put my pajamas on.

"No," she said, shaking her head with a smile. "Johnny, you're about to leave on tour and we can't take baby Franklin too far... I want another."

My eyes widened. "Another...baby?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "Not yet, but we can always practice!"

I laughed and striped my clothes off, practically diving onto the bed with my wife. She giggled as I squirmed over to her and pulled her into a kiss. Lacey smiled brightly as I pecked her lips, drinking in her intoxicating smell.

When our lips pulled apart, I moved them down her body, taking my time on her breasts. They were beautiful, big and creamy. I licked and flicked her nipple as I trailed my fingers down to her core. Lacey spread her legs as I dipped my fingers into her curls and inserted two fingers.

She gasped lightly as I entered her and curled my fingers up. One great thing about being a bassist was that fingers were like magic. Lacey always loved our foreplay, and I think a lot of that came down to my finger work. I switched nipples and played a beat inside her, using my thumb to rub her clit in a different pace than my fingers.

Lacey grabbed my hair as she clenched around my fingers. Her orgasms always started with clenching, but it took awhile for her body to work through it. For me, I kept up the strange rhythm between thumb and fingers as I nibbled on her neck. Sighing, Lace came, her juices flowing down her thighs.

I don't know if she orgasmed harder because we hadn't had sex in awhile or if it had just been particularly good, but I'm glad she finally had one. Lacey pulled my face to hers and kissed me like I was the last man on earth.

"Inside me, now!"

I did not need to hear that twice. Without a second thought, I thrust inside her, relishing inside the feeling of my wife. It was like coming home again. We fit together so well; we were made for each other as cheesy as that sounded.

"Johnny, fast and hard," Lacey said on a sigh.

I smiled against her face and picked up the pace. I hated just jackhammering into a woman, so I moved my hips in a circular motion and eased in and out. Lacey's hips matched mine as her had drifted to her clit. After her first orgasm, we didn't need slow. We were so wired from not having sex that within five minutes we were both near. Thrusting harder now, I pumped and actually did the jackhammer motion. Lacey came right before I did.

As we finished breathing hard, the baby monitor went off with Franklin crying. We both laughed and I rolled over to put pants on and calm down my son.

Notes

So the first stories of all the guys will be about their actual spouses and families. As I progress and grow more comfortable with writing smut and shorter stories, I will move into my wicked imagination!

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