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DJ Wife Ch. 01

By: TabooTeller



Writer's note: This is my first new story for 2009. This time I don't think there's anything that different about this story. :) It will be in three parts.

And thanks to my new editor Love2ReadInOR .



I whispered, "What did she just say?" 

While at work in my office for a medium-sized company, I liked to listen to a certain rock station in the morning. It had been my habit since the morning DJ started on that station. Some of my coworkers kidded me since I only listened to the radio during that show, saying that I had a thing for the female DJ. I would laugh it off telling them I'm happy with my wife, but they were right I did have a thing for that female DJ. That was because she was my wife. Not many people knew that. We didn't keep it a deep dark secret, but we didn't advertise it either. My wife used a different name when she was on the air. 

She called herself Passing while in her DJ persona. She started out as Shannon Passing, Shannon being a popular female DJ name, but for some reason even she couldn't figure out, people started calling her Passing. She thought it was cool so she used just that name except when someone asked her full name. Her real name was Joanne. 

We met right out of college. I was going back to finish a couple of units and she was meeting with friends still in collage. It turned out that we had graduated on the same night, in the same ceremony but we didn't know each other, so neither one of us noticed. I recalled that a couple of grads had received a large amount of cheering and one of them was she evidently. Her friends hadn't expected her to graduate in four years because she played around. She would have evening Frisbee games, midnight trips to play-yard swings and she went to the beach that was fifty miles away a few times. She had studied harder than they thought so she graduated on time even if she was toward the bottom of her class. I had taken business and law courses, graduating with a business degree in the top ten percent of my class. I didn't want to be a lawyer but I wanted to know as much as possible to help me get ahead. I learned later that her friends were surprised that we got together much less got married. I didn't have a lot of friends. 

One or two of my closest friends weren't sure she would fit in with a corporate life style; other buddies thought it was cool I was dating a hot chick. I didn't like her being called that but there wasn't much I could do about it, especially when they were partially correct. I liked her from the beginning and I think she liked me, but I was truly hooked the first time I saw her in her modest bikini. I liked that she didn't wear the skimpy outfits some of her friends liked to wear, even though hers didn't quite cover up everything. In her bathing suit I could see the shape of her bosom and I knew I always would like looking at her. I hadn't been only a breast man before but I was after looking at her. It wasn't just her top that got me. Though her stomach was a little pouchy, over all she was great. 

She caught me staring at her and said something about it not being polite to stare especially with stalkers running around. I blushed and apologized for staring. She said something about being on her guard against stalkers. I must have blanched because she changed her tone to a teasing one as she finished her statement by saying, "I really don't mind you staring. You're too serious and straight-laced to do anything bad." 

I smiled in relief and mumbled something I wasn't sure about. Later I thought over what she said and even though the "serious and straight-laced" part bothered me the way she emphasized the word "you" gave me hope that she really liked me. Later we did get more serious and one night I let it slip how much I liked her in her bikini top. 

She was surprised but smiled and said, "So you like my boobs?" 

I nodded and she said "Good, but I hope you like the rest of me too." 

I said, "I do." 

She smiled again even bigger with that teasing look and said, "Ohhh, I like you saying I do." 

I know I looked puzzled by the way she said it. It wasn't until later that I thought I figured out what she meant. I didn't know if she was just kidding or if there was a grain of truth in her teasing but I thought it was a good sign.

A little over 18 months later I did say "I do" while wearing a black tux and meant it with all my heart. I know that she liked me saying it by the way she said it when it came to her turn and the way she kissed me when we were pronounced man and wife. I was going to make it a peck but she grabbed hold of my head and kissed me long and hard. Some of my friends and family cheered while most of hers joined them. 

While we were waiting for the limo to take us to the reception one of my buddies came up and said, "Whee, boy you do have a hot one. I'd love to see videos of the honeymoon." 

I just stared at him and after seeing the look on my face he quickly added, "Oops, I mean, um, ah, that is... you know what I mean." 

I said, "Yeah I think I do." 

We did have an exciting honeymoon, except for the last three days. It was good when we got back too for even though the first year had rough spots we got through it ok. 

I put down the paper in my hand as I thought back, trying to reclaim whatever it was that had caught my attention. Her current partner had made some statement. The station management for some unknown reason kept switching the co-DJ who works with her. Sometimes they had a contest to allow the winner to co-DJ with her for a week, sometimes management placed one of the other DJs with her for a month, and at other times they placed an auditioning DJ with her. 

This morning it was the evening guy who had worked with her a few times in the last few years. I was able to recall that he had said something about a study that recently came out that said a certain number, I completely missed the number, of married and living together couples have a quickie in the morning before getting up to get ready for work school etc. She said that she believed that for she had had one of those quickies last week. 

It was that statement that had attracted my attention. Not so much that she would reveal on the air our sexual habits. She has made statements about our personal life before. She has admitted that we fight over money like most couples after her co- DJ read a story about such fights. As long as she doesn't go into intimate details I usually don't say anything. Recently though she has stopped mentioning her husband. She has never used my name, only called me her husband, but she had stopped even using that term. I thought it might have been her manager telling her not to say she was married for it added a bit of sexiness to the program if people thought she wasn't married. Now I wondered if that was true. 

As I said it wasn't that she admitted to the quickie that got my attention it was the fact that I wasn't home last week. Uh oh, I thought, that didn't sound good. I kept listening closely to see if she would say anything else. 

Close to the time for her to sign off a female caller also admitted to having a morning quickie last week. My wife said "Uhh" then paused before saying, "Did I say last week? I meant a month ago," another pause then, "It was last month that I had a quickie in the morning". 

I thought seriously of calling up and disguising my voice to try to get more details but I wasn't sure if I could pull it off for that long. And her show was about over anyway. 

I sat there leaning back in my seat. She had spoken the correction quickly. I don't know how many listeners would have caught it but that combined with that pause when the caller said she said a week ago, made me think. 

As I thought certain recent scenes replayed themselves in my mind. 

The words, "Oh no she's doing it again." slipped out of my mouth before I knew I was thinking them. 

I felt like hitting the desk with my hand. Everything had come together in my mind. Things she said, how she said them, how she reacted when she was late, how she reacted to me being late, when she wanted sex etc. Included with all that were the lies she had told me. It made perfect sense now but at the time she told them I knew she was lying but it never occurred to me that this was the reason. It should have. All of these things added up to her having another affair. 

She had had one two years ago that lasted for six weeks. I hadn't picked up on it immediately but at the time when I thought back on it, it was obvious when it started and later when she quit. I would have said something about it but I had no proof, nothing I could point to and say here's the evidence. So since she stopped I let it go. Eventually I forgot about it... mostly that is. Every so often I would think about it and see if I could tell if she was having one again. I said I let it go but I was still angry and hurt over it.

This time I missed the signs completely. Of course the possibility existed that she never stopped her affair two years ago, she just got better at hiding it, but I really didn't think so. I decided that I was going to do something about it this time. I would get the hard evidence I needed. 

At that time we had been married 13 years, and she had been a DJ for this station for fours years; she had worked two other stations for a total of seven years as a DJ.

Most of the time I didn't mind her working, the hours were short: five hours a day, five days a week. Sometimes she would have special parties to attend, or wedding receptions and other parties to host. I didn't particularly like some of the clothes she wore in public while in her DJ mode. She had one micro miniskirt and four minis. She used to have three micros but got rid of two because they made me feel uncomfortable. She also had four pair of shorts of various lengths and tightness. All were short, but she did get rid of her tightest and shorter shorts. Maybe she had gotten rid of them too late. I frowned at that thought. Was this affair just one in a series that I missed? Did she get her first seven-year-itch a little late and now a second one early? I didn't know. Part of me didn't care, but I wanted to know how many affairs she had had. A sudden thought came to my mind, how many one time flings had she had? Was this situation one of those flings? I didn't think so. Now that I was looking for them I could see, in my memory, the signs that she was having an affair. Of course it could be a series of one-night stands, but again I didn't think so. I could be wrong of course but I didn't think she had gone that far. 

Which brought me back to this affair. As I thought again on what she said the only thing that kept me from hitting my desk as hard as I could was the fact my security would hear and come rushing in and I might end up breaking my hand. If she had had a morning quickie that meant she had slept with him the night before. I didn't know why that made it so much worse but it did. I needed to find some solid evidence, and I thought of only one way to do that. I hated to do it but it was the only sure way. I needed to find a PI to follow her. After thinking about it for quite a few minutes I decided not to ask around for an honest PI. Too many people would be able to guess why I wanted one. So I looked in the phone book. 

It took me a few days to find one I thought would likely be honest as well as good. I tried to hide my feelings but my wife knew me too well. After the third day, the same day I had made an appointment to see a PI, she asked me what was bothering me. I tried to say nothing but she whittled it out of me. Or that is she tried. I ended up lying to her and saying something at work wasn't going right. As an executive I have run into difficult problems or office politics many times so she was used to me being moody about work. 

That day I took off early from work and drove to the PI's office. I had been very careful, looking over the telephone book and Internet ads of quite a few PIs. I even called up some to ask about rates. I figured that how the ads were laid out and how much the person charged could tell a lot about how honest and dependable he was. I found one that seemed to fit what I was looking for. I was a bit early but I didn't have to wait long. His secretary let me in just a minute or so after the time of my appointment. 

I looked over his office as I walked in. I halfway expected something out of the hard-boiled, private dick movie: just for show and because it was expected if for no other reason. But this office looked very much like a lawyer's or even a Doctor's office. 

We shook hands as we introduced ourselves. He immediately put me at ease. He explained what he would do and how he worked. He stated that he had done this many times. More then three times he found no evidence that the wife was having an affair; once though he found out that the wife was addicted to drugs. 

I had heard that some PIs faked evidence of spousal wrong doing, so they would be well paid and so they rep would grow, therefore I decided I didn't want pictures or recordings. I told him that I wanted him to call me when he was sure my wife and lover were together. He had no problem with this except to warn me about physically harming either person. I wasn't planning to and I don't think I would be able to even if I felt like it, so there was no problem there. 

I gave him a picture of my wife and told him where she would be etc., than I made arrangements for paying him and left. 

A week later while I was at work he called. I was greatly disappointed that it was so soon. I was kinda hoping it would be a month or more before they would get together. The PI said they were at our house. That hit me hard too. I said to myself "not in our bed," but on the other hand where ever they were it would be bad when I walked in on them.

I told my boss there were some urgent personal matters I needed to attend to and then drove home. I drove faster then I usually drove because I wanted to make sure I got there before they were done, not to mention that I was angry. 

I skidded to a stop and jumped out. I ran to the door and went in. I made a quick search of the downstairs even though I knew they wouldn't be there. However as I started up the stairs I began to feel, I don't know, unsure maybe. As I headed for the master bedroom - God I hoped they weren't in our bed even though it probably wouldn't be ours for much longer - the feeling increased. I hurried down the upstairs hallway, barely slowing as I went past two unused bedrooms. One door was open and it was easy to see no one was in that room. There were no noises coming from the second bedroom so I didn't even open the door. That left the master bedroom. I rushed to the door pausing for a second before entering our room. I steeled myself for what I thought I would see but as I went in, the bed was made and no one was on it. In fact as I looked around no one was in the room at all. For a moment I wondered if the PI had been wrong or if they were downstairs somewhere or in the backyard after all. 

That was when I heard a splash and a groan. Of course, I thought, that was where they were. Two years ago my wife had talked me into buying a two person Jacuzzi bathtub. She thought it would be fun and romantic to use but after small handful of times we only used it together now and then. I wasn't sure if I liked it and I was too busy lately to want to take the time. As I listened to them splashing I wondered if she had convinced me to get it so she and her lover could use it. My second thought was this affair hadn't been going for that long but I could be wrong. 

I took three steps toward the bathroom and stopped. I looked at our bed and wondered if it would become unmade in a while or if they would just have their fun in the bathroom. For a second as I thought about them using the bed I felt sick. I wasn't sure why but that would make it worse. It was our bed in our room - a place special to us to be together. 

I would have to find out if they ever used the bed for that. I couldn't say the word even to myself, or any of the words for that activity.

I looked at the doorway leading to the bathroom, took another step toward it, then stopped again. It hit all at once. I couldn't do it. I did not want that image of her naked with another man in my mind. I stood for a moment trying to decide what to do. Finally, I turned and walked out of the bedroom and out of the house. I wanted to confront her but I couldn't do it, not while she was doing -that- with another man. I called myself a coward as I walked out of the house but I kept on going. I got in my car and drove off. I noticed the PI's car down the street and I wondered if he thought I had done something to them. I thought about telling him that they were okay but I kept driving. Once I got back to my office I had calmed down enough to call him. I explained that I had chickened out. He said that wasn't unusual. Some husbands just left because they couldn't face their wives. I told him I would do it next time and to keep me informed whenever they were together. He said he would. 

It took longer then I expected for them to get together again. It was six weeks before the PI called. My wife knew something was up with me because I hadn't spent much time at home for the two weeks after I heard them in the bathroom. I just slept there, sometimes on the couch. I told my wife I had come in late and hadn't wanted to disturb her. I tried my best to hide it but enough of my emotions leaked out for her to know something wasn't right.

I gradually calmed down enough to sleep with her but we didn't have sex even when she tried to start it. I couldn't say anything about what I knew; I tried once and I just couldn't get the words out.

The second time I said no to sex, she stared at me as if she couldn't understand why. I don't know if she thought I was having an affair, or if I just wasn't interested in sex anymore or if I didn't love her anymore. My problem was that I still loved her. It broke my heart that she was finding sexual pleasure and maybe emotional support with another man. 

I cursed myself for being a coward but it didn't help. When the day came that the PI called to say they were together in the house again I became determined. This time I would interrupt them. I sped home, parking in the driveway at an angle partially blocking the sidewalk. I ran inside and up the stairs, knowing where they would be. This time I strode into the bedroom with determination, but as I walked across the bedroom I heard the splashing again and a giggling. I knew that giggling and I knew what it meant, what he was getting ready to do to her.

My determination suddenly left me- all at once. I stood there feeling very tired. I moved over to the bed and sat down on the end. I promised myself a short rest before I left again without confronting them. . I started thinking about how I met her and our wedding, the honeymoon and the first few years. We were different. She was playful and I was serious. It was hard at first but I tried to be more spontaneous and she tried not to demand it from me. As time passed, I was promoted and spent more at work trying to be the best at what I did. She never seemed to grow up. That was why she loved being a DJ, I thought. She could horse around and get paid for it. She didn't keep her play at the radio station, though. Just two months ago I caught her playing with a super soaker with a couple of the neighbor kids. I was ashamed. Here was a thirty-six year old woman in a water fight. I wondered what the neighbors thought. I didn't say anything, but I think she knew I disapproved of it. I had told her a few times that she should be more serious and act grown up. 

I next thought about a couple of neighbors who had gotten divorced, and my brother who almost had gotten one. They still might divorce but they were both trying to save their marriage. I guess I would be joining them soon. That thought hurt but I didn't have the gumption to think of anything else. I was just so tired and emotionally drained. 


DJ Wife Ch. 01



I must have sat there longer then I thought for suddenly I heard the two of them get out of the tub and heard the water start to drain. A second later I heard her footsteps come through the bathroom doorway. 

She stopped and gasped then said,"Tony, what are you doing home?" 

She said it louder than necessary, probably to make sure her lover would stay in the bathroom. She also sounded angry. 

I turned to her and said, "I don't feel like working today." 

She looked puzzled because I always worked no matter how I felt. 

"Why not?" she asked still half-angry. 

"I was just thinking about life and about friends who aren't here anymore." Two of our friends had died recently, one suddenly and the other after a long illness and I had heard that a friend from high school had been killed a few weeks ago. 

"This isn't the place or the time for that type of thinking or..or a sudden mid-life crisis." 

She still sounded upset. 

"I know. I'm sorry for disturbing your day to relax. I didn't mean to disturb you that's why I stayed in here." 

She made an angry snort so I got up. 

"I'll go now. I guess back to work, I...I can rest and think there." 

I walked out of the bedroom but my tone of voice must have registered. I had been speaking softer and slower then usual and my depression must have shown on my face. 

When I was half way to the stairs she came hurrying out of the bedroom. "Are you okay?" 

This time all the anger was gone, I could hear concern in her voice. I thought it was obvious that I wasn't but I didn't have the emotional strength to say that. 

"I don't know. There have been too many people we know dying and too many divorced lately." 

I finished with, "And too many jobs that lead nowhere." 

I let her think all of this melancholiness was caused by a mid-life crisis. I still wasn't ready to confront her and I really had been thinking of those things while I had rested on the bed. I made sure that I didn't say anything that hinted that I was including our marriage in the ones that were ending. 

"We should talk, but I have something to do first... I have a special meeting at work I'm really supposed to be at soon. But I promise I will call you at work as soon as I can. We will talk then."

I just nodded and headed for the stairs. As I started down she ran to the top. I must say that she looked ravishing standing there naked, if she hadn't done what she did I might have decided to stay for awhile. 

"I promise I will call as soon as I can." 

I just nodded, went down the stairs and out of the house. I got in my car and drove away. She was going to call me at work but I wasn't going back there. Not today anyway. I didn't know where I was headed but it wasn't there. 

I learned later that she did call work about twenty minutes after I drove away from the house. That was a lot less time then if she really had had a meeting at her job. 

Of course they told her I had left early and hadn't been back. Some friends told me later she started calling around trying to find me but I hadn't called or visited any one so no one knew where I was. I stopped at a bar where I had been spending time. It was a place to kill time when I didn't feel like going home. It was a nice bar designed not to look like one. When I stopped there I would have just a mixed drink followed by whatever fruit juice was handy. I would drink both very slowly. That day I bought a whole bottle of whisky. The bartender said I could get one cheaper at a liquor store. I told him I didn't feel like taking the time to go so I didn't care how much it cost. He warned me about driving drunk; I said I wouldn't. 

I kept that promise because I ended up just taking one drink from it. I drove for a while before ending up where my wife finally found me: a city park about an hour's drive from our house. I had driven to an area of the park not usually used that time of day and parked on the side of the road. I was sitting by a stream with my bare feet in the water. The stream was down a short embankment so I couldn't see the road. I heard her car drive up but I wasn't sure it was hers until I heard her park. Even then I wondered if it was a police officer checking on my car. 

She never told me how she found me, but it may have been the GPS device in my car. I figured that after calling a many of our friends and driving to different locations she remembered my car had one. Some of our friends later asked what was up since she was sounding desperate by the end of the calls. 

I listened to her footsteps as she got out of her car. She went to mine and stopped for a few seconds probably looking inside. She next ran to the embankment and called my name. I could hear the desperation in her voice even though she was trying to make it sound normal. 

I finally answered her and she started down the rise. 

I called to her, "You're right, taking time to sit with your feet in a stream is refreshing." 

She stopped and as I looked at her she looked confused, like she hadn't expected that response. I decided to get up so I threw away a branch I had been making marks in the sand with. 

She surprised me by shouting, "No, don't, we can talk, please..." as I picked the small branch up. 

On the way home I realized that the stick had been short and bent and in the light of dusk she might have mistaken it for a gun. I wasn't sure if she thought I was going to shoot myself or her. At that moment I wasn't sure why she had said that. But whatever the reason she ran to me giving me a quick hug. 

She said, "We need to get home and talk, whatever is wrong we can talk it out." I nodded and she continued, "Maybe your blood sugar is low, we need to get you home so you can eat some fruit." 

I hadn't thought about it before she mentioned it but she might have had a point. After my last physical my doctor told me I was getting close to diabetes. I wasn't there yet and I may never get that far but it was something he wanted to keep an eye on I needed to watch my diet. 

She wanted me to go with her, leaving my car, but I insisted I was okay enough to drive. I had driven there after all. She made me promise to drive very carefully and after making sure the bottle of whisky was in the trunk he let me drive off. She followed me all the way home. 

On the way home I didn't blame her for being confused and concerned for she had never seen my act like this before. I had only seen myself act like this twice before. I wondered if the concern was fake, but I thought that was unfair; she had never faked any feelings before.

Once we got to my car she pointed out the bottle of whisky and insisted I put it in the trunk. I picked it up showing her it was still almost full. I told her I had had one drink only. She still insisted it go in the trunk. I wasn't sure if that was so any police officer who might stop wouldn't see it or if she were not convinced I wouldn't drink anymore. I put it in the trunk. As I did she again reassured me, even though I didn't need it, that everything would be better once we got home and I was able to eat the right type of food and where we could talk. 

I was reassured that her concern seemed real. She really was worried about me. We made it home all right. Once we were in the kitchen, while she prepared some fruit for me, I sat down. 

I said, "I have been thinking all this afternoon. I decided to quit my job and to move." 

"We can discuss this later." 

"No, I decided my job is going no where; it's too stifling. I can sell the house and use the money for a down payment on a small house in the town next to Pismo Beach. I could start an online consulting business, much like Jim did, and spend my mornings working via the internet with maybe a trip out of town every so often. In the afternoons, I could walk on the beach and enjoy life like you're always telling me to do." 

"I don't like the beach." 

I could tell she said that automatically, probably while wondering what to say. 

I said, "I don't really expect you to be visiting all that often." 

She turned to look at me for a moment as the implication of my words hit her. Her eyes got big and she stared at me in shock. I had never seen her react like that before. 

Finally she said, "But...but...but why?" 

Then the light went on in her eyes and the blood drained form her face. 

"You know... of course."

A pause then, "I feel like I could slap myself on the forehead. That is what this is all about. I should have realized it as soon as I saw you sitting on the bed. At first I thought you did know, but when you started to talk I thought - I hoped – that you hadn't figured out that I was in the tub with someone. You had me fooled." 

"I wasn't faking it. I really was feeling melancholy but it was because of your affair not a mid life crisis that hit me all of a sudden." 

She nodded and asked, "How long have you known?" 

"Almost from the beginning I think. I'm not as stupid or as nonobservant as you think." 

I said that last calmly, almost peacefully, but she violently shook her head no, 

"You aren't stupid...sometimes you aren't observant." 

That was one of our on going arguments the past few months. 

"But I never thought you were stupid." 

"Maybe so, but as I said I've known about it for a couple of months. This time I knew something was up for months but it was a bit confusing. A comment you made on the radio made the light go off in my head." 

"This time?" "Yes, I knew about your other affair...at least I hope it was just only one other. It was a little over two years ago and lasted two months." 

Her eyes went big and her mouth dropped open. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

"I wanted too, badly, but I had no solid evidence and it ended before I could decide how to get some. This time I decided I was going to get some to show you that I knew." 

She looked ashamed and like she had something to say she very much didn't want to say.

Finally she said, "This was my third affair." 

This time it was my turn to have my eyes widen. I hadn't caught the other one. 

"It was seven years ago, just before I got my first DJ job." 

"I wonder how I missed that one." " It only lasted 25 days and three weeks of it I was gone." 

I must have looked puzzled for she said, "Remember that month-long trip I took to attend that radio announcers school?" 

I nodded. 

"They had classes for DJ's as well as announcers and it ended with a large conference." I nodded again. 

"The affair started one week into the trip and we had sex twice after we got back. I was so afraid that you would find out that I stopped it." 

"So you found only three guys that were better than me?" "It was only one guy, the same guy all three times and no that is not why I had sex with him." 

"So you have had three affairs with this guy and he's just the same as me?" 

She must have caught my double question as she said, "It was only three times and yes he's more experienced than you, in some ways, and he is more spontaneous than you...and um, more... fun... sometimes." 

She said that last slowly with her head down. 

I said, "So all that means that he makes love to you better than I do."

Not when you really make love to me. You may not do everything he does but you making love to you is wonderful and your love for me makes it even better." 

"But I don't do it enough?" 

She only nodded. 

"Sometimes you're too busy especially lately and sometimes you don't want to take the time and sometimes it seems you don't want to. Maybe it's because you're too tired or I did something to make you angry or did something you are ashamed of but it doesn't make me feel good when I can sense you don't want to make love to me and you try to act like it's something else." 

I just looked at her when she was done. I wasn't sure what to say. I had shaken my head when she said there were times I was ashamed of her but her expression told me she didn't believe me. There were times I was ashamed of her. I mentioned the time she played with squirt guns with the neighbor kids and sometimes the way she acted when she was in her DJ persona while in public. She was flirty and immodest to a degree and she acted like a teenager. 

I had stopped going out with her when she attended a radio gathering because of the way she usually acted. 

Finally I asked the question that had been burning in me, "Why...how did, I mean why him... Why anyone?" 

"The first time was on that trip. John and I had been spending a lot of time together when he was teaching me how to run boards and how to talk on the air. We had lunches together and a couple of dinners when you were out of town. Sometimes we would talk for an hour or more. That was one reason it took me so long to learn everything. I appreciated his desire to teach me something I had wanted to do all my life. I began to appreciate that he was a good listener when you and I started having problems and I told him about it. He would sometimes just let me vent, " 

She let it unsaid but I knew she was thinking that I didn't like to hear her vent,

She continued, "other times he would offer suggestions on how to respond to you. Some of those suggestions worked. During one of our worse fights I remembered something he had suggested and I responded to something you said the way he said to. I was surprised when you calmed down immediately. I wasn't sure how saying something with those words could make that much of a difference but it did. 

"Nothing happened during the lunches or dinners, he would take me out and bring me back home without even a hint of desiring something more. We went out to a couple of movies too. Movies you didn't like but I wanted to see. The first one was a surprise. He hadn't asked me if I wanted to go. We drove up to the theater showing a movie based on a real person. He said he would pay my way to see it. I just looked at him for a second than asked how did he know I would like it? 

He said he knew for two reasons. One was that he wanted to see it and that since we were so alike he thought there was a good chance I would like it. The second reason was that it was similar to movies I had wanted to see but you hadn't wanted to see and that I was tired of going to the movies by myself." 

There was a pause before she continued, "I knew I was attracted to him, not only because he was nice to look at but because he was a good person. I ignored those feelings though... until one dinner during that trip. I didn't know he was going to be at the conference center so I was surprised that after I checked in and was headed up to my room I saw him. We talked like old friends even though it had been only a week since we had last spoken. He said he was there to teach a class and to host a group discussion during the conference. He went on to say that he was nervous because he had never taught a class before. It had been a last minute decision on his part. He thought that since I could do something new, so could he. I was pleased that I had been an inspiration for him. We met for dinner every night and I attended his first class even though I didn't need to. I helped him prepare for a speech he was going to be giving. In my classes I was a star because he had already taught me much of what they were teaching. I knew answers that no one else knew. 

"At the end of the first week after dinner we went to his room and...and we had sex. It just seemed to be the natural next step in our relationship. We hadn't even kissed up to that point. I didn't even think about the wedding ring on my finger." She sounded ashamed as she spoke that last sentence. A second later she looked at me with tears in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered. 

After composing herself she continued. "We had sex three times a week after that, sometimes in my room sometimes in his. And yes I slept with him, usually because we had sex late and we just fell asleep together. And...and the next day I thought about my – our - marriage but it didn't stop me. It was too new, too exciting that he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. He...he ...he..." 

Here she looked down unable to finish.

"Is he a better lover than I am?" 

She only nodded. 

A second later she looked up at me, "As I said already, it's not that you were bad. Even when you didn't take your time you were never bad. It's just that he has had more experience than you, he knows more than you. 

"We had sex two times after we came home but I put a stop to it because I was so afraid you would find out. I knew it would hurt you and I didn't want to end our marriage even though we were having problems. I knew I still loved you. I didn't want to hurt you that much and I wanted to be with you if we could work things out." 

"We did." 

She smiled and said, "We did. I was so happy but after about five years things started to fall apart again. You were working late and I knew it was because you didn't want to be home with me. I knew I was being a bitch at times but even though I tried to make it up to you it didn't work." 

I said, "Sometimes I thought you were setting me up for something, your come on didn't seem real. And I ignored your apologizes because there had been said so many of them...and nothing changed." 

She nodded and said, "I started venting to John and he listened and even let me cry on his shoulder. It was during one of those crying jigs that he kissed me. He said he could make me forget my troubles for a while. All of the good sex we had had before came back to me and I let him make me forget. After two months, about half a dozen sessions, my conscience started to bother me. I couldn't continue so I ended it again. 

"I finally remembered what we had done before to get our relationship back online and I cursed myself for not thinking of it before I did what I did with John. 

"Again things were fine between you and me for another two years. When we had problems again I went to him for advice and he gave me some but again it ended up with us in bed. We did it twice, then he went out of the country for two months. When he came back we had sex a couple of times during the next three weeks before he left again, this time for seven weeks. I thought the affair was over again but it wasn't. That might be why you weren't sure if I was doing anything. When he got back you were out of town. You left after one of our worst weeks ever. That was when I slept with him again. I went over to his place. He took me out to dinner, we had wine and talked. He said I was so tense that we needed a long session of mutual massages. I understood what he meant even though he started it with a real massage - a very long one. He slowly took off my clothes as he massaged me. I was tired when we got done so I just stayed there the whole night." 

The last was said in a low voice. 

"The first two times when we had problems our sex life didn't stop. We didn't make love like we usually did, but we kept having sex; this last time we stopped completely. I'm not sure why. That was why I was very horny when I went over to his place that night. Not like the Mega-hornies but I was very aroused before I even got to his place. I was thinking you didn't want me anymore or didn't want sex period." 

When she took a breath I spoke, "That wasn't all my fault. You weren't acting like you wanted it either. And I tried to do something about it twice. The first time I wanted to make a date night for us. We hadn't had one for a long time, which was probably part of our problems. And it wasn't just my fault.

"I told you we could go to one of your favorite restaurants and have a leisurely dinner. I know you like those." 

"I usually do but I knew the dinner would be a prelude to something more." 

"I wasn't hiding the fact that I wanted to have sex with you, I said that we could have a romantic evening snuggling before a fire after dinner. You said that you weren't up to it and that it wouldn't be a good idea." 




DJ Wife Ch. 01



"I was on my period and I knew I was grouchier then usual. I meant I wouldn't make a good dinner companion." 

"You didn't say that though." 

"I know, I should have explained it better and postponed it." 

"Two weeks later I asked you if you wanted to go to Atlantic City for the weekend; we could see your favorite comedian, George Lopez and relax in our room the rest of the time. You made it clear you didn't want to go." 

She stared at me like she had no idea what I was talking about.

"When did you say we could go see George Lopez?" 

"As I said it was about two weeks after you said no to the dinner date." 

"I don't remember you saying anything about that." 

"Don't blame your period for that. Yours don't last that long." 

"I wasn't going to," she said with some heat, "but I must have misunderstood you." 

"Maybe you were thinking about what you were planning to do with your lover and that's why you didn't want to go with me." 

"No! I would never choose him over you. Yes, sometimes I daydreamed about being with him but that would have been before we started the affair again. But why didn't you try to get me to go with you again?" 

"You had already said no to going out with me twice, and you said no to sex more then that. I reverted to being a little boy again. I regret that for a variety of reasons but I decided that if you didn't want to "play" with me I wasn't going to ask again." 

"That first time you should have noticed I was on my period, you know the signs." 

She continued to talk but I tuned it out for a moment so I missed a couple of sentences but she finished with something about me being too unobservant. I had still been feeling melancholy during our conversation but that repeated criticism fired up my anger... a little bit anyway. 

I stood and said, "Come with me." 

I turned without looking to see if she would but I could hear her footsteps following me. I led her upstairs to our room. I opened my closet and pushed some of my suits to one side. 

There was a coat hanging there. One definitely made for a woman. It was very well made with red and two shades of brown panels with black trim. It would keep her nice and warm in the coming months. But that had not been the only one reason I bought it. 

I watched her eyes widen and her mouth drop open again, as she looked it over. I knew she realized the main reason I had bought it.

"I bought this for your birthday in six weeks. With this you wouldn't have to stop wearing your favorite dress when it got cold." 

Her expression hurt me. I could tell that she was surprised that I knew what her favorite dress was and that she was worried she would not be able to wear it when it got cold. I had missed things at times but I wasn't totally blind. 

Suddenly it hit me. I knew why she hadn't said anything about the dress when she bought it. 

"So it's your favorite because he bought it for you?" 

She looked at me for I hadn't been able to keep the pain out of my voice. 

"No, that isn't why it's my favorite. He did give it to me but I swear to you I would love it no matter how I had gotten it." 

"Is that why you sleep with him because he gives you nice things and can play better than I can...or do you love him?" 

"No!" she shook her head hard. "I have sex with him..." 

I interrupted her with, "No, I mean sleep with him - laying next to him all night long." 

She blinked as if that was the last thing she had expected me to say. 

"No, I don't love him. And it wasn't because he gave me nice things or for any other reason. I slept with him because it was convenient. I would go over to his place later in the evening and instead of driving home late I stayed the night. It had nothing to do with loving him or wanting to be next to him." 

"So you were too tired to drive home?" 

A painful expression crossed her face, therefore I knew I was at least partially right. 

I sighed and we were silent for neither one of us could think of what to say.

Finally I asked, "So you had your fun at his place...and here on our bed?" 

"No!" She said that like it was the last thing she would do, "Yes we...we..we had our fun here but only in the bathroom." 

"In our tub?" 

"Well, you and I weren't using it. You're usually too busy and you liked showers better than baths, even with me." 

I flinched at the pain in her voice. 

"I know living with me isn't always easy but living with you isn't a piece of cake either. I have tried to talk to you about our sex life but you have either ignored me or gotten angry." 

"Sometimes I have overreacted but sometimes it was the way you asked about it and sometimes I thought you wanted to do something when I was tired or upset." 

"So it's all my fault." 

"No, it's not. I've made mistakes too," she said in a calmer voice. 

That calmed me down, "I know I haven't always said things correctly or lived up to your expectations. As I said you haven't always been easy to live with either but I didn't go find someone else to have fun with." 

She flinched and instead of blowing up as I expected she sagged. I hoped she wasn't going to start sulking. I hated it when she did that. I couldn't talk to her when she did that. Of course some times I didn't try to talk but it was so immature of her. I don't act mature all the time but her sulking made it worse.

I let my suits fall back and looked at her. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I examined my feelings for a moment and decided there was one thing I wanted right then. I didn't know if it was the right thing to do or not but it fit what I was feeling. 

In a surprisingly soft voice I said, "Maybe you should pack your things." 

Her head flew up and she looked at me in shock before nodding. I saw her glance at her wedding ring and I held out my hand. She looked at it like she couldn't understand what I wanted. 

A second later she must have figured it out because her mouth formed a silent "No." I moved my hand slightly and she looked me in the eyes with a pleading look on her face. I just stared at her with what I thought was a hard look. I don't know how long we stood there but finally she removed her rings and placed them in my open hand. I saw tears glistening in her eyes but at that moment they didn't move me. 

After another long moment and a couple of swallows she said, "I will get my things together. I'll try to hurry." 

"You don't have to hurry. Take as long as you need... I will sell the house and you can have fifty percent to buy a place of your own, if you decide not to move in with your lover." 

She stared at me again, probably trying to decide if I was being sarcastic or something else. 

I left the room and went downstairs. As I walked out of the door I thought I heard her sob twice but I wasn't sure. 

I went to the living room and turned on the TV but I have no idea what was on or what I watched. After a while I heard her move a couple of suitcases to the top of the stairs. I knew some had rollers on them but if she was taking any of the larger ones she might need help. 

I went upstairs and as she went to use the bathroom I moved her suitcases downstairs to the garage. 

When she arrived there she asked in a low voice, "Are you that eager to get rid of me?" 

Softly I said, "No, that's not why I helped you." 

She looked puzzled like she couldn't figure out why I had helped. I wasn't too sure either. I was sure it wasn't because I wanted her out of the house but it just seemed the right thing to do.

She loaded her car and when she was done she said, "Bye, I'll contact you when I find a place..." 

I nodded saying, "That would be good." 

"And you can have sixty percent of the house if you really want to move to the beach. I won't be moving in with John, it's not that type of relationship but I will only need a small place."

When she finished she got into her car. After raising the door she backed out and drove away. I watched her until the door closed. I went back inside the house and up to what had been our room. I almost cried as I sat in an easy chair. 

Finally I got up, looked at the bed, and went into a spare room to try to sleep. 

The next few days were a blur. I did my job but not as efficiently as usual. My boss didn't say anything so my work must have been better than I thought, but he didn't give me any difficult assignments either. I believe he could tell something was up. 

At home it was hard to sleep. I finally figured out that it was because she wasn't next to me. She was gone. I didn't know where. Despite her promise she had yet to tell me where her new place was. Of course I knew her cell phone number, but I didn't called her. A number of times I almost dialed it but I couldn't bring myself to push the buttons. I just sat staring at my phone. I finally decided it was because I was afraid that she had changed her number. I wasn't sure why that concerned me so much. 

A week later she sent an e-mail. It was full of apologies; she again explained why the affair had happened each time. She hadn't meant to hurt me like this. At first I thought she was blaming me because each affair was when our relationship was on a downward swing. I did this or didn't do that. However she repeated that she knew I wasn't at fault, not totally anyway. She did blame me for being ashamed of her and she spent half a page telling me how much that hurt her. I hadn't realized it hurt that much. I knew she didn't like it therefore I tried to hide my feelings but they must have shown through my defenses. 

I responded to certain parts of her e-mail. I ignored her apologies for cheating but I told her that I was sorry I had hurt her so badly and that obviously I hadn't hidden my feelings as well as I thought. 

She sent more e-mails but I kept ignoring her apologies for cheating. Either I would just respond to her other comments, or I would ignore the e-mail altogether. 

She kept sending at least one per day though. She continually asked how I was doing which I sometimes answered and sometimes ignored. Once when I ignored her question three times in a row she sent a note saying "Please I don't mean to pry but how are you doing?" 

I told her that I was doing fine under the circumstances. I explained that I had some trouble sleeping but I wasn't going to go off the deep end in any way.

She finally sent me her new address and phone number. She said it took her so long because she needed to get some money for a deposit on the phone. She had some money in her own account but it must have been less than I thought. So I withdrew a thousand dollars from our savings and deposited it in her account. I knew her password so I did it online. I sent her an e-mail telling her what I did I ended the note by apologizing for not thinking of it sooner. 

She sent one back telling me to keep the money it was mine, she didn't feel right taking it from the savings. I told her some of that money was hers. It had come from her pay for being a DJ. We had some money in a couple of CDs and a regular savings account as well as investments of various types. I explained that we had so much because we had been including some of her money. That meant the thousand was her money. 

She finally said thank you and went on to say that she could now buy some furniture and other stuff she needed. 

Things went on pretty much the same for another month or so. Even though she included her telephone number I never used it. I didn't want to see her face to face or mouth to mouth. I didn't mind e-mail for some reason, perhaps because she couldn't see any emotion on my face or hear it in my voice. I could think about what I wanted to say with e-mail. 

I noticed from the time stamps on her e-mail that the first week she had been sending me the e-mails at night but afterwards she started sending them either right before her show or right afterwards. I thought she might be using the station's computer. I didn't know if they allowed that or not so she might be taking a chance of getting into big trouble by using one of their computers. 

A week before her birthday I was listening to her program as usual. I wasn't sure why I kept up that habit, part of it was that I wanted to hear her voice, I think. As usual, I was listening to it as I worked. Suddenly I stopped and thought what did she say? I thought back on what I had heard and realized she had just said she was quitting. I sat up in my chair in shock. She loved being a DJ especially with that station. She had had two other gigs as a DJ before this station hired her, and they seemed to love her. They would do special public parties with her and they had started a special online fan club for her. The last I heard there were a couple thousand people listed with the club. Not nearly as big as some of the bigger stars but not too shabby for a local DJ, I thought. The station manager also would give her free tickets to shows and such. Sometimes she would have to take some winners of special drawings with her but sometimes it was just one or two tickets for her to see the shows she wanted to see. Ones I hadn't wanted to see.

I hadn't thought of it before but now I wondered if her lover had anything to do with that. Anyway now she was quitting. She explained that it was no longer fun being a DJ here. She had hurt someone close to her very badly, for once she didn't go into any amount of details, and she no longer liked her job. She would do it for two more weeks and that would be it. 

I sat there amazed. I would not have believed it if I hadn't heard her say it. As I said she loved working there. She liked the people at the station, she loved the music she played, she liked what she could talk and joke about, and she liked that they loved her. I wondered if her love for her job had something to do with her lover being there. I couldn't say. 

As I thought about it she went to a commercial and it was one about her birthday. I didn't recall hearing about it before but they were throwing a birthday bash for her at a popular nightclub. Presents would be okay to bring but they wanted everyone to bring at least one can of food for the local food bank and any cash or checks given that night would be sent to a certain emergency home for battered women. This home was a long-time charity of my wife's. There were two in the city but for some reason the other one got most of the publicity and money. This one was always short on funds so for years she had been doing fundraisers for them, even giving out of her and our funds. I didn't mind that most of the time. It was a worthy cause. 

I decided that I would attend her birthday bash. It was for the next week, four days before her birthday. I made a mental note to buy extra cans the next time I went grocery shopping. 

The next day the announcement about the birthday bash had changed. A new announcer, whose voice I recognized as her lover's, said that it would now be both a birthday and going away party. So everyone needed to come and wish her well. And don't forget the canned goods and money. 

When the day arrived for the party I got off work early and wrapped the present I had for her. I also wrote a check for the home. I decided to go a little early but someone called with whom I had to speak for a moment. After I had driven a block from the office, I realized I had forgotten the cans so I had to go back and get them. Once I got near the club I saw I would have to park farther away then I had planned. I arrived at the nightclub very close to the time the party was supposed to start. 

There were two brand new plastic trash cans set next to the door with a sign that said canned food. I placed the six cans I brought in one. I noticed a table with presents on it near the stage so I started walking that way. Most of the tables were filled as I walked the winding course to the front. I heard snippets of conversations as I passed the tables. One caught my attention when someone said something about John's girlfriend. I slowed and another man said "You sure?" 

"She's living with him so that would make her his girlfriend." 

Of course they could be talking about another John and the she didn't have to be my wife but that logic didn't comfort me. 

While passing another table I heard a girl say that she wondered if Passing was divorced. Another girl asked why. 

The first girl said, "Because she must by living at John's and we haven't seen her husband for ages." 

I didn't catch the response. I didn't need to. For a moment I wondered how they knew that much about my wife and where she was living but it didn't matter so I dismissed the thought. At that point I almost turned around but after a moment I continued up to the stage. 

There was a smaller trash can sitting on one end of the table, with a paper mache top. The top had a slit barely big enough to slip cash or a check through. Around the slit was a sign shaped like a handle with the words FOR THE HOME. I slipped the check, made out to the home, through the slit. I next placed her present on the table with a few other presents. I wondered if the nicest one was from John, or if he had given her his present already in private. With that thought I turned around and started for the door. 

Later Joanne told me that she saw someone, from where she was standing at the side of the stage, that she thought was me but she wasn't sure. She went over to the table and looked everything over. She saw the present I had put down and picked it up. It was a large flat box colored to look like a present. From the shape of the box and it's weight she knew it was clothing and for some reason she wasn't sure about she decided to see what was inside. 

As soon as she caught a glimpse of one sleeve she knew what it was and who had left it. Her head lifted fast enough to give her whiplash as she quickly scanned the floor of the nightclub. She saw my back just before I reached the end of the tables.

She took off going around the table fast enough to hit its edge and almost knock the table over. She ran, reaching me when I was almost to the door. 

She touched one of my arms saying "Hey, where are you going?" 

end of part one, part two soon. 



DJ Wife Ch. 02



Writer's note: I apologize for this taking so long. For two reasons, one of which was I got busier than expected, it took longer than usual to check over. As usual I include some of ch 1 to help you to catch up.

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At that point I almost turned around but after a moment I continued up to the stage. There was a smaller trash can sitting on one end of the table, with a paper mache top. The top had a slit barely big enough to slip cash or a check through. Around the slit was a sign shaped like a handle with the words FOR THE HOME. I slipped the check, made out to the home, through the slit. I next placed her present on the table with a few other presents. I wondered if the nicest one was from John, or if he had given her his present already in private. With that thought I turned around and started for the door. I'm still not sure why I left the present except that was the reason I had come and it would look funny if I took it with me. 

Later Joanne told me that she saw someone, from where she was standing at the side of the stage, that she thought was me but she wasn't sure. She went over to the table and looked everything over. She saw the present I had put down and picked it up. It was a large flat box colored to look like a present. From the shape of the box and it's weight she knew it was clothing and for some reason she wasn't sure about she decided to see what was inside. 

As soon as she caught a glimpse of one sleeve she knew what it was and who had left it. Her head lifted fast enough to give her whiplash as she quickly scanned the floor of the nightclub. She saw my back just before I reached the end of the tables. She took off going around the table fast enough to hit its edge and almost knock the table over. She ran, reaching me when I was almost to the door. 

She touched one of my arms saying "Hey, where are you going?" 

She said it softly like she was mystified not angry, so I stopped and turned toward her. She was wearing one of her shorter skirts and a tight sweater top. At least she didn't have a bare midriff. Looking up I saw her hair was streaked. It was her natural brown interspersed with streaks of a very white blond color. She liked to do things like that with her hair when she was Passing. 

I said, "I'm going home. It looks like you don't need me here." 

She looked puzzled so I said, "Since you're living with your lover I...," that was as far as I got when she interrupted me. 

"I'm not living with John or anyone else. I told you I have my own place. And he's never been there. I never told him where I live."

"That is not what some of your fans think." 

"I don't know how they got that idea. It might be because I stayed with him for a week after moving out. It took me that long to find a place of my own. I slept in a guest room not with him." 

She said that last a little fast so I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. 

Just then someone called her from the stage, using her DJ name. She ignored it until the person got louder. 

She turned and looked at the stage but turned back to me, "I would like to see you on my birthday... to spend the day with you." 

I started to say that it was a workday but she continued. "Please, it's my birthday I want to spend it with you." 

She was almost begging which is unusual for her. 

Someone closer, maybe the same person who yelled earlier, said, "It's time; we need to get this started." 

She turned and took two steps toward them but turned back and said, "Please, I want to be with you." 

She sounded like she would start crying if I said no. That too was unusual. To my surprise my heart tore at the tone of her voice. 

I said, "Okay, I'll met you at the Dancing Garbage for lunch, at 11:30. I'll buy and... Afterwards I would like to see your place." 

She smiled one of her most radiant smiles. Then let her self be led away back to the stage. I left thinking about how beautiful she looked when she smiled like that especially when she smiled that way for me. 

I had chosen the Dancing Garbage for two reasons. It was her current favorite restaurant and I wanted her to enjoy herself. We had never been there together but I still knew it was her favorite at the moment. I also wanted to send a message. I wanted her to realize that I wasn't as unobservant as she thought I was. I did miss some things like a new hairstyle or a new sweater she had bought, sometimes, but I also saw more then she realized. 

On the way out to my car my good feelings were deadened when a question came to mind. How many times had she been there with John? Some of the times might have been innocent, just a couple of friends going out to lunch but after that first time they had sex was there anything innocent about their relationship even during the periods they weren't having sex? I couldn't answer that question. 

Not that evening or when I thought about in the next few days. On her birthday I arrived at the restaurant early. I had made reservations but it was early enough that it wouldn't have mattered. 

While I waited for her I realized that maybe I should have met her at her place earlier. I wondered if John was giving her a nice birthday present in private. A few minutes later she came in, significantly early. She smiled when she saw me. Today she was wearing a more modest knee length skirt with a nice looking blue blouse. And her hair was all brown. I wondered if she had dyed her hair or if there was some way she cheated to make it different colors. I knew she had two wigs that she wore when she was Passing, but I had seen her with pink hair that went down the middle of head like a Mohawk and I had seen her with wide blue streaks on both sides of her head. Even though at times I've watched her get ready I still didn't know how she did those colors. 

She looked nice in this outfit and to tell the truth she looked very nice in her outfit the other night. That was one reason I didn't like her dressing like that. I knew more than a couple of men would be aroused while looking at her. 

She sat and we talked for a moment before ordering. She was nervous and being honest again; so was I. We had been married a number of years and had been on a lot of dates but it was almost like a first date.

After the waitress left she opened her purse and took out the box with her rings in it. 

"You forgot these were in one of the pockets of the coat you gave me." 

"I didn't forget, I placed them in the pocket on purpose. I thought about giving them back to you. That was before I decided not to stay." 

"Because of what you overheard at the party?"

"Not directly because of what I overheard. Those conversations made me realize my emotions were more confused than I thought. As I left that night I was feeling so many emotions I didn't know what I wanted." 

Joanne looked sad for a moment and I said, "We can talk about that later. Let's celebrate." 

She looked at me for a long moment before her expression turned very serious. 

A second later she said, "Thank you for the check to the Home. I saw it and it was very generous." 

"I always thought it was a worthy cause even when I complained about how much money you gave sometimes." 

"I know, but it was still generous. Thank you again." 

I wasn't sure what to say so I just nodded. 

I asked her what she was going to do now that she had quit. She explained that she wasn't sure. She would have to get a job but the only thing she had experience with was being a DJ. There had been two offers by other stations in town but she wasn't sure if she could deal with it. She would have to make a decision soon though. 

We ate and talked some more, much of our conversation was just as if everything was fine between us and we were just out on a date. I supposed that lunch could have been considered a date but I didn't think of it that way. 

Finally when she finished eating I asked, "Do you want desert here or after we get to your place?" 

She looked startled but said, "I would love it at my place but are you sure?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. This is your birthday and after we get to your place we can spend it naked if you want," I answered in a very low voice. 

Her eyes went wide and smiling that wonderful smile of hers she said, "Yes, I would love that."

I stared at her smile lost in its beauty. She said something and I said, "What?" 

"I said we need to go if you're done." 

"I'm sorry; I was lost in your smile." 

She looked pleased and shocked. 

"You haven't said that to me in ages, way over a year," she said in a small voice. 

I wasn't sure why she sounded ashamed when I should be ashamed if that was true. 

I said, "I'm sorry in that case." 

"Let's go and you can tell me how the rest of me looks." 

I caught our waitress's attention and paid for the meal. Once outside the restaurant she gave me directions on how to get to her place. She lived in an apartment complex not far from the radio station where she had worked. The building was a nice place that was what I thought of as in the mid-range for apartments. Hers was small: one bedroom, with a bath and a kitchen and small living room. She had decorated it and it looked nice. 

As we walked into the bedroom she said that the manager had given her a deal in one area but not in another. When he found out who she was he had said she would only have to give the first month's rent instead of first and last. She figured he liked the idea of being able to advertise that someone who was sort of famous was staying at his complex. However, once she talked to some of the other tenants she found out he had charged her a higher deposit than usual. She figured that was because he expected her to have some wild parties and there would be more chance of damage to the contents. She still paid less then usual so she was happy.

I had stopped and was looking around the bedroom. It was larger than I expected from the size of the living room. The bed was unmade which mildly surprised me. I looked at it for a moment and it wasn't until my wife spoke with an angry voice that I realized why. 

"You won't find any stains on the bed and yo won't smell anything but me . Not any sex, I told you he has never been here and I haven't been to his place since I moved in here nor have we met any where else."

I looked at her puzzled for a moment as I recalled that I had been sniffing the air. That was when I realized that I had been looking for stains on the exposed sheets. 

"I'm sorry," and I really was, "I guess I couldn't help myself." 

She sighed and said, "I guess I'm going to have to live with things like that after what I did." 

She sat on the bed and motioned to me to sit alongside her. 

"Speaking of living with things before we go on with any thing else, I have another confession to make. I lied to you when I talked to you at my birthday bash." 

She looked at the expression on my face and quickly said, "No, he has never been here. I told the truth about that. I've never told him where I live. I guess he could find it out at work if he really wanted, but I haven't told him and I wouldn't. And no I didn't go see him this morning. I haven't been to his place since I left it. What I need to say is that the first night I stayed at his place I slept with him, with all that implies. I don't know why I did it. The next day I woke up to find him gone. He was probably at work. I sat up, pulled my legs up, with my chin on my knees and thought about the night before. I wanted to hit myself for doing that and sleeping with him after what you said. The only reason I could come up with is that I was on autopilot after I drove away from our--your house. I remembered that I tried a couple of hotels but they were filled so I drove to his place for the night. The rest of the evening was a blur. I'm sure I didn't drink or anything because I didn't have any type of a hangover. I guess I just went along with what was expected of me. I'm sure we didn't make love but we did do something more than a quickie. 

"As soon as I realized what a stupid thing I had done I got dressed and moved my bags to one of the guest rooms. From that point on I did sleep in there. And there was no more sex anywhere. I told you the truth about that I just left out the one day. When he came home and saw where my bags where he must have realized why I moved for he never asked me why or tried to talk me out of it. I think I heard him whisper something about the good times ending when he saw my bags but I wasn't sure. 

A pause, then, "If you want to leave I will understand."

She looked like a puppy that knew it had done wrong and was expecting the worst in punishment. I thought for a moment, trying to get a reading on my feelings. A minute later I blew a gust of air through my nose. I was angry but the sadness on her face got to me. I had all but promised her that we would have desert and I needed some of that type of desert... she was still my wife after all. 

As I examined my emotions I found that I wasn't as upset as I thought I should be. Maybe because she confessed it when she didn't have to, maybe it seemed small compared to some other things she had done--well smaller anyway. 

After blowing through my nose again I stood and paced back and forth three times. I stopped and looked at her. She was beautiful sitting there. All of a sudden I wanted her badly. Maybe it was all the tension from the last few weeks, maybe it was that deep down I still loved her and desired her, on top of that I hadn't had sex for over a month, I wasn't sure exactly how long. Whatever the reason, I felt like tearing her clothes off and throwing her on the bed as I tore off mine. She must have seen the desire on my face because for a second she looked nervous like she wasn't sure what I was going to do. I wasn't quite sure myself. I knew I wasn't going to rape her even if I felt like it, but beyond that I wasn't sure. 

She stood and moved a step in my direction putting her arms out like she wanted to hug me. No matter what the look on my face this act said she trusted me.

Her reaching for me was all it took, I grabbed her and smashed my lips against hers. It was so hard I'm surprised I didn't bruise both of our lips. She was stiff for a second like she was still wasn't sure what to expect before she relaxed into the kiss. I broke the kiss and took a deep breath calming myself and getting myself under control again. I hardly ever lost control like that. There had been a couple of times during our marriage when I had; she sometimes had that affect on me., Usually, she didn't mind because she was as horny as I was. 

I began nuzzling her neck. After a few seconds, I moved my lips up to her ear and whispered, "I'm not sure why I'm doing this except that you are so beautiful and sexy. You're so desirable I want to rip your clothes off." I took a couple of deep breaths because I almost lost control again. 

She smiled and said, "I wouldn't mind right now, but I want to hear more of that...I need to hear more of that."

I felt my ears burn in shame. I hadn't been carrying out my part of being a husband. I had let my hurt feelings interfere with the way I treated her for way too long. That didn't excuse her doing what she did but I had done wrong also. 

I started to lick her ear and after a few seconds whispered, "I'm sorry. I held onto my anger and hurt too long. I should have been making love to you with my words." 

"I shouldn't have done things to make you angry and to hurt you. I'm sorry." 

The way she said it I thought she meant she was sorry for a whole lot more than what we were discussing. 

I started to say something else but she said, "We need to talk about this but later. Right now, I want to hear how beautiful and sexy you think I am...and I need to feel you inside me. As much as we need to talk about our relationship I want you on top of me and inside me more." 

She took a shuddering breath and said, "God, I want your hard cock in my pussy so bad." 

I don't know if she said it that way on purpose or not but I heard an emphasis on the word "your". 

That's something I want to give you for your birthday." I said with a smile.

I started to lick her neck and her ear. As I did I moved my hands up the back of her blouse. I stopped though, for some reason I didn't understand, I almost always started with undoing her bra first. I remembered how she wanted some spontaneity. I dropped my hands to her waist instead. Slipping my hands down her waist I started kneading her butt cheeks. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was either not wearing panties or was wearing a thong. I moved my hands to her crack where I felt cloth. 

She said, "I wore them for you, I thought about flashing you but I didn't get the chance." 

"Your butt feels nice, but you don't need to wear them to turn me on. You can do that anytime wearing anything."

I think she whispered something that could have been, "Except when you're angry or when you are ashamed of me." But it was so low I wasn't sure. 

I started nibbling on the top of her ear. She let out a sigh followed by a groan. It was one of her top erogenous zones; sometimes I had been able to able to convince her to have a quickie even when she was busy or a little angry by nibbling there. I realized that I hadn't done it in ages, as she liked to say. I let out a mental sigh. There were so many things both of us had let slip in our relationship. 

Now she let out another sigh followed by a groan. I removed my hands from her butt and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. For a second I had a mental image of her wearing the outfit from her Birthday Bash with John removing the top she wore that night. In my image she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. I wasn't sure why I thought she hadn't been wearing a bra that night, except perhaps that sometimes, when dressed as Passing, she hadn't. In either case, I quickly quashed that image and continued undoing her blouse. 

Once I had the blouse buttons undone I slipped it off her shoulders. I always liked undressing her and from what she said, she liked it when I did it. As I reached around her to undo her bra she smiled. It was a joyous smile mixed with desire. As quickly as I could I undid the bra, which was an almost sheer blue that went well with her blouse. As I pulled on it, she leaned forward to allow it to slip off her shoulders and down her arms. 

As her breasts came into view I gasped. I stared at them just like I did the first time I saw them. They were still so wonderful to look at. I loved just looking at them. 

She said, "Do you like them?" 

It was a routine we sometimes carried out. She had asked me that the first time I saw them when I just stared and whenever I undressed her she would ask. 

My response was always the same. I would either keep staring at them or look her in the eye, I wasn't sure what I had done the first time as I said, "I love them, they are so wonderful, so beautiful, desirable. I love them." 

I recalled that I hadn't said that in way too long a period of time. So many things we hadn't done for so long. I sighed.

She said, "What's the matter?" "I was thinking it's been too long since I've said that. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to be that long." "I'm glad you feel that way but..." 

I interrupted her with, "But you want my hard cock in your pussy and I very much want my hard cock in your wonderful, beautiful pussy." Her eyes widened for I didn't usually use those words. Neither did she, but she used them more than I did especially when she was Passing. She didn't use obscene language a lot when she was in her DJ persona but she didn't mind so much when they slipped out either. 

I looked back down at her breasts. They were wonderful, they were what I thought of medium size with a certain sloping look that I've heard described on other women as a pear look but I wasn't sure if I agreed. The nipples were at the bottom of the slope. Most breasts I had seen in person or in pictures had the nipples in the center of a bowl shaped mound of flesh. But these were different and so arousing. 




DJ Wife Ch. 02



She said just like the first time, "You can touch them." 

I looked into her eyes with an eager look on my face. 

"Go ahead." 

I reached up with both hands and gently squeezed them. I then caressed them getting the feel of them just like I did when I first saw them. It was another routine of ours that she loved. This time though, before I knew I was moving, I was sucking on one. 

She threw her head back and groaned. 

"I always love it when you do that...ohhhhh uh more please." 

As if I was planning to stop I thought. I played with her nipple with my tongue before gently nibbling on it. I alternated between the two for a quite a few seconds. Another stray thought popped unwanted into my head. I wondered if John was rougher with her breasts and if that was one thing that attracted her to him. I shook my head to clear that thought before sucking on the other nipple. I bit a little hard and she said "ahoo" definitely a pain noise not a pleasure groan. She liked very gentle chewing. 

I licked around her aureole and alternated that with flicking her nipple hard with my tongue three to six times in a row. 

I knew she was enjoying what I was doing even before she said, "I've missed that so much, oh, oh, oh." 

I felt her bend her head down so she could watch me flick her nipple with my tongue. She watched me for some time before I reached around her and unzipped her skirt. I let it fall to the floor then, thinking about her thong I turned her around. 

The sight that greeted me was so sexy I almost threw her on the bed and tore off my clothes. She leaned forward to make her butt stick out. I knelt down and started licking one of her cheeks, she groaned and wiggled her butt to tell me she liked it. I gave the whole cheek long sweeps with my tongue. I switched to the other one with the same results. 

Finally I couldn't stand it so I moved the thong to one side and stuck my face into her crack. I licked the crack making my way down to her anus. When I reached it and started licked that cute brown puckered opening she groaned big time. 

She said something that may have been "too long". I chewed on her anus and she bucked in pleasure. I stuck in the tips of two fingers and pulled her brown opening open. I licked inside; she moaned and bucked again. 

This time I did hear her say, "It's been too long." 

I licked more as she ground her butt into my face wanting more. I gave it to her. At one point a thought crossed my mind of something I had never done while licking her butt. I moved one hand between her legs and worked my fingers to her slit. She gasped and wiggled her lower body. I worked two fingers into her slit and started gently massaging one side of her pussy. 

Her breathing got louder and she said "Ahhh, ohh, ohhhh, yes more please. Lick and use your fingers. Ohhhhh." 

I did as she instructed.

Finally her back must have gotten tired for she said, "Let's move to the bed." I didn't say anything but I stopped what my mouth and fingers were doing and sat back. 

She turned around and put her hands on her thong. "You want to take it off?" 

I nodded and slipped my hands into the waistband, As I slowly slipped them down she said, "I bought them just for you." 

I almost asked, "How many did you buy for him?" but stopped myself before I got more than "How" out of my mouth. 

She made a noise that wasn't pleasure and I think she had an idea of what I stopped myself from saying. 

I told myself that I had to stop doing that or it would ruin the day. If it had been just for her I may not have worried about that so much, even though I wanted her to have a good birthday, but this was for me too. I needed it. 

I slipped the thong down enough for her to slip out of it. When she stood I stood also and grabbed her. I pivoted us and pushed her onto the bed. She landed and bounced once before I climbed on top of her. I kissed her hard again, chewing on her lips and forcing my tongue into her mouth. I say forced but she wasn't fighting me. I grabbed her tongue with my teeth and sucked on it. She fought back with her tongue before grabbing mine and sucking on it. 

Finally we came up for air. 

She said, "You're still dressed. I want to feel you and we can't fuck with you in clothes." 

Actually we could because we had done it a couple of times but I stood and hurriedly undressed. She scooted to the edge of the bed and helped me. Finally with my pants and briefs around my feet she grabbed my hard cock and placed it in her mouth. She sucked and licked it making happy noises as she did. 

I usually didn't like it when she did that because I still had to take off my shoes and my pants. Twice over the years she had pulled me on top of her with my pants still around my shoes. She had grabbed my cock and placed it in her slit. I had shrugged my shoulders and fucked her hard like she wanted. It was harder because I couldn't get my legs separated very much and my feet were weighed down but I managed it. 

This time after sucking me, licking up and down my shaft while fondling my balls, she finally let me take off everything I still had on. 

As I threw my pants in one corner I was more than ready to do what she wanted. She didn't surprise me when she said she wanted to be on top. She liked it when I sucked her breasts while she stroked up and down on my shaft. Usually she would rub her clitoris on my shaft first. She seemed to have more intense orgasms while she was straddling me. I don't know if that was because she could push me in deeper, or if it was her rubbing her clitoris like that or me sucking on her breasts or all three, but she enjoyed being on top. 

I just nodded and laid down on the bed. She climbed up watching my shaft the whole time. She had the glint in her eye that said she was almost lost in lust. I say almost because she still managed to have some control. She usually sucked on my shaft for a few seconds before climbing on top. This time was no different; it was as if she couldn't get enough of the taste or the feel of it in her mouth. Sometimes I felt that way about her clitoris. 

Finally she maneuvered herself on top and grabbing my shaft she guided it into her as she slipped down around it. I gasped from the pleasure. As she leaned forward I lifted my head and captured one of her nipples in my mouth. She moaned as I sucked and she bounced. I licked her nipple and sucked as her groans grew louder. I switched my mouth to her other breast after a few seconds. 

She said. "That's it. I missed that. I missed you...I love youOHHHHH." I stopped sucking for a moment as I wondered if she ever said that to John. She didn't seem to notice as I felt my expression turn hard. I felt myself get angry. I had to stop thinking like that. 

To distract myself I started humping back into her and grabbing her butt just like she liked me to do. I pictured her slit in my mind to get me going again. Soon her head was back and she was panting with her mouth open. That was a sure sign she was close. I let her direct the speed of her bouncing so I wouldn't interrupt anything. I had evidently done that a couple of times when we were first married. I grabbed hold of her breasts and squeezed slightly because she liked that. She let out a moan followed by a long loud gasp. She increased her speed for a few seconds before relaxing. She went "ohh" again but this time it sounded like the same type of moan you let out when getting an itch scratched. 

"That was good," she said as she looked down at me smiling. 

She didn't stop her bouncing though trying to get me to come. 

I said, "Get off," as I slapped bare butt. 

"Why?" 

"I want to be on top, I want to feel your body against mine." 

She bounced a couple of more times and said, "Are you sure?" in a playful voice. 

We had done this before and sometimes she wanted to see if she could get me to stay under her long enough to have an orgasm. At times she succeeded. 

"Yes, I am." 

She got off and lay next to me. I moved around on my knees, in between her legs. I looked her over. After a moment she looked at me as if asking me a question. 

"I was admiring the scenery." 

She smiled that bright smile of hers and put her arms out inviting me to lie down. I did. My shaft slipped into her without having to be guided, she gasped as I did. I lay there for a moment before starting my thrusts in and out. It didn't take long for the buildup to start and I slowed as I neared my release. 

I enjoyed the feeling of my shaft slipping in and out of her wet slit. I had missed that feeling and not just for the sex. I missed her underneath me - feeling her breasts against my chest and watching her enjoy what I was doing. I liked it when she got as much out of this as I did. Many times I made sure she got more out of it than I did. I liked giving her the same pleasure I was feeling. Now was no different even though my need was more than usual. 

I'm not sure how long it took but I finally felt my orgasm building to the point of no return. I put my arms around her to feel more of her body and slowed a bit so I could enjoy the experience longer. 

Finally I let out a grunt scream that she smiled at as I started pounding into her harder. It felt so good to finally release inside her. I grunted as I shot my load but grunted louder as the feeling intensified for a second. I managed to look at her and her smile grew as I finished my grunts. 

Sometimes I didn't like the noises I made during my orgasms. They sounded too much like a caveman. The screams were okay, but the grunts were too undignified. But I couldn't help it so I usually lived with them. 

We rested for a moment with her hugging me before I slipped off. She loved to snuggle afterwards, which I usually didn't mind. This time it was only a minute or so before I started caressing her breasts. I slipped my hand down her stomach and through her pubic hair. I ran my hand over her clitoris feeling it with the skin of my hand before slipping the tip of one finger through and down her slit. I moved my hand back up to her breasts. 

"Ummm, that feels good but what were you thinking of a few minutes ago?" 

"Uh? I would have been thinking of you and how good you feel." 

"I mean when you almost lost your hard-on. That isn't very nice to go soft while I'm fucking you." 

"Oh" I had forgotten that. "Um, I was thinking of other things. I'm sorry." I turned my head when I said other things, for I almost said someone else. 

She must have realized it for her voice turned serious and sad, "I have never told John that I love him even...even while doing that. And I have never told him I missed him. Well, once I told him I missed the sex, that was at the start of the second affair but I never said I missed him...I do miss you."

Many responses went through my mind, but I decided this wasn't the time. We could talk more about it later, and we would talk more about it. 

I flipped on my side, leaned over her chest and said, "This isn't the time for that, later will be," just before I grabbed one of her nipples with my mouth. 

She went "Ohhhh" as I sucked hard. I licked it, sucked on it as well as licking the aureole. She groaned rather well. 

She managed to ask, "You ready already?" 

"I'm usually ready by now but for various reasons we don't take the time any more." 

I didn't say it but I knew that included falling asleep and many times lately we had been in too much of a hurry. Or we had to get up to take care of other things. 

I said, "Right now I'm more than ready, I've a lot stored up." 

"I don't mind, I have a lot stored up too." 

I wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a reminder that she hadn't had sex with her lover for a while, except for that one time, or not. As I leaned over her more to get to her other breast I decided it didn't matter I was analyzing her statements too much. 

I sucked on her other nipple, followed by kissing and licking her breast. I loved her breasts. No picture, nor any of the few real breasts I had seen, looked as courageous as hers did. 

She groaned appreciatively. I gently rubbed my finger in a circle over her pleasure nub. It felt good in my hand and I liked the groans she was making. 

"Keep doing that please, it's been a long time since any... you did it...I love it and, and I love you." 

The last was said in an unsure tone. I knew then that he hadn't done this to her. That brought forth anger at her having sex with someone else and relief that she hadn't told him to do this. It was something special we did when we had the time. The first time had been the first week we were back from our honeymoon. She had enjoyed it as I lazily, gently rubbed her clitoris so I decided to do it whenever we had more time than usual to spend making love. It had been a long time since I had done this, a very long time I realized. I should have taken the time to do it. 

I kept my fingers moving for a long time letting her feel the slow build up of a climax. She really enjoyed these times even though her climaxes were usually smaller. It could be that the time I took showed her that I loved her and it could be that at times I would tell her how much she meant to me and how sexy her skin was next to me, how erotic her clitoris felt under my fingers. 

That afternoon I told her how arousing she was and how I enjoyed touching her there. On purpose I left off any words about my feelings toward her. I don't know if she noticed but her groans intensified as I kept my fingers moving. 

At one point, right after I said, "Your skin feels so smooth and erotic with that wonderful bump of yours under my fingers I like that feel," she arched her back letting out a loud and long moan. I knew it wouldn't be long. Her hips left the bed again as she her back again arched as she let out "Ohhhhhh-ah OOOHHHohhh." I looked at her face and she was biting her lip because of the intensity of the build up. 

I increased the pressure of my fingers slightly and she let out an "AhhhOGggaaa... oh oh ohohoh." 

I could feel her pubic area trembling with the build up. 

She said, "I love you...I love yoou, Oh God, I love you." 

She usually said that at this point. I usually said something back but this time I kept my mouth shut. It sounded like she stopped groaning so could look at me for a second before the intensity of what she was feeling took her over again, but I wasn't sure. 

Her back arched again as she groaned longer. She humped against my hand. Her movements made it hard to keep my fingers on the right spot, but I managed it as I always did. 

She went "Ugggh, ohhhh IIIIIinooononon."

When she reached this point I was never sure if she was saying no because it was too intense or if she was just making noises. 

Her hips lifted again this time she pressed her clitoris into my fingers. She let out a long "Ohhh", gasped twice than relaxed, letting her butt fall back to the bed. She started breathing deeper and relaxed for a few seconds before starting the groaning again. This time her buildup was faster. Sometimes I did do it a second time but usually I was too aroused to go through the whole thing again. This time was no different. When she had reached what I judged was the halfway point I couldn't take it any more and removed my hand. When I started climbing on top of her.

She said, "No, I want it doggie fashion." 

I didn't mind; sometimes I loved it that way. It felt good and it gave me a chance to watch her wonderful butt. I loved playing with that sweet anus of hers. I leaned back to allow her room to move and she quickly got up on her hands and knees. I wasted no time in getting up on my knees and moving in close to her. I took a second to make sure I was aimed at the right place before moving forward. 

A second later my shaft was slipping into her wet slit. We both groaned at the same time. I slipped all the way in hitting her butt with my pubic area. I let it rest there for a second, than pulled out most of the way. I thrust back in to the hilt, then began a steady rhythm of fucking. I was slow at first, watching her brown hole as I thrust in. After a few seconds I placed my thumb on that hole. I slowly pushed my thumb against it. It took a second for the pressure to force the tip of my thumb in. Once I felt it go in I let it sit there for a moment just in case she didn't want me to do that right now. Once we had gotten this far most of the time she didn't mind, in fact her groans usually increased when I used my thumb or finger there but there have been a couple of times that she didn't like it. Maybe I pushed my finger in too hard or she wasn't aroused enough yet to enjoy it but whatever the reason she let me know it didn't feel good. 

This time there was nothing: no groans, no comments, so I pushed my thumb in slowly until it went to the hilt. I reveled in the feeling of her rectum encasing my thumb. I always enjoyed that feeling; it was very arousing. And there were times she enjoyed it to.

I started a rhythm where I pulled my thumb out as I pulled my shaft out and pushed both back in at the same time. I was able to watch both go into her. That always rouses me, sometimes more than I can stand I started feeling my build up increase dramatically. It felt good after all this time without her.

Pretty soon I was increasing my speed and a few seconds later she demanded I fuck her faster. I didn't mind even though at that speed it meant that I had to remove my thumb. I just couldn't keep both movements going at the same time when I was going fast.

I stepped in closer and to placed both hands on her hips to get the speed we both wanted. I moved in closer and deeper into her and I tried to fuck her hard. I say try because sometimes my knees slipped on the sheet and it was hard to keep a hard fast rhythm going. I did my best though, and her groans showed she appreciated my efforts. The increase of my build up showed my body appreciated my efforts also. 

After a few minutes she thrust back and cried for me to "fuck her hard" and I knew her orgasm was close. Suddenly her head went up and back as she moaned out some words I couldn't understand. The thought zipped through my mind to hope that if she had said a name, and sometimes she did say my name that she got the right name. 

I let that thought zip on through and concentrated on what I was doing. Her build up increased as I kept pushing in hard. 

Finally she cried, "Nonon NonoOOOo," She gasped, moaned, and gasped again. Her body relaxed and she panted for a moment as I kept thrusting. 

"I want to do something else." 

Wondering what position she wanted I pulled out. She surprised me by saying, 

"I want to suck you off. I want you coming in my mouth." 

She had done that before, about a third of our longer sex sessions had me coming in her mouth some time during the session. About once a year we skipped the intercourse and sucked each other in a 69 position until I came. She usually came two or three times when we did it that way. Once she wouldn't let me go after I had an orgasm. She wanted more of me licking her and more of sucking on me. We continued until I had a second orgasm in her mouth. 

I've tried to watch as I come in her mouth, it's a game I play with myself, but I'm never able to. My eyes always close as I have an orgasm. 

I stood there on my knees as she flipped sideways and got settled in front of me. 

She looked up at me and said, "Enjoy it; I will."

With that she grabbed hold of my shaft with her mouth. She sucked and sucked, 

than licked the head. I lost track of what she was doing as my build up dramatically increased. The pleasure built as she used her mouth. 

When I was very close she stopped for a moment and said, "I want to taste you come in my mouth. I want to feel you pump gallons of your cum in my mouth. I want to feel it slide down my throat-I want to taste it-do it." 




DJ Wife Ch. 02



That surprised me because she had never said anything like that before. She has stated that she loved sucking me but she never stated she wanted to feel it me have an orgasm in her mouth. 

Her words fired me up even more and I started thrusting into her mouth. I couldn't help it; it felt so good that I had to move. As usual I tried not to thrust in too hard or to deep. 

She paused again just long enough to say, "I want you to fuck my mouth-do it." I wanted to say "Being a littel; boosy there, but I couldn't. I was groaning too much.

As she wished I started to thrust in and out, thrusting in again, I tried to take it easy but the feeling was so intense. 

Finally I felt it building past the point of no return a second later I screamed a deep grunt followed by a higher pitched grunt, a third grunt-scream came out of my mouth the same second my sperm shot out into her mouth. With my eyes clenched shut, I heard swallowing noises; as my body jerked in euphoria. 

Sometimes when she swallows my sperm I wonder if she makes those noises on purpose. I shot my sperm into her mouth three more times. I heard her swallow each time. 

As my orgasm started to calm it started back up again and I shoved my shaft into her mouth again. I couldn't help it my orgasm lasted longer than normal at one point building almost back up to the level the initial release had been. I gasped and moaned as my back arched again. Finally I was done and my body relaxed. I almost fell over sideways as I knelt on the bed panting. My wife raised up and after making sure I was looking at her face she opened her mouth to show white sperm still inside. So she hadn't swallowed it all. She closed her mouth and swallowed, I couldn't help but watch her throat move as my sperm went down her throat. She had done that before but rarely. After she was done I laid down panting slightly. 

She laid next to me with her arms and legs over mine. She snuggled in as close as possible. After a minute or so she said, "I missed your body next to mine." 

I nodded; refraining from reminding her that it was something she had done that caused us to separate. It was her birthday after all and I thought, by the way she said it, she didn't need reminding. 

After a few minutes of lying there I may have dozed off for a few seconds, and I jerked myself awake. I decided there was something I still needed to do. 

I maneuvered myself around so that my head was now by her hips. I leaned over her. She must have figured what I was going to do, for she spread her legs. I stared at her clitoris for a moment than leaned down and licked it. She gasped and when I licked harder she moaned. I figured her slit would be a bit messy from the sex we had had already even though I had cum in her only once so I decided to just lick and bite her clitoris . A minute or two later though I got carried away with the taste and the idea of what I was licking. I moved my mouth down to lick her slit. I licked over it, sucking on the lips. Before I knew it I was licking the inside walls. I usually find her taste to be very arousing and this time was no different even though I tasted myself along with her. 

She said, "Lick my pussy, I love it when you do that. Oh oh oh Lick-bite my pussy, hooooney ahh." 

She usually didn't call me that so I knew she was really feeling it. I did as she directed. I started biting on the lips of her slit and chewing on the inside. I licked and sucked and chewed until she let out a loud long sigh after which she let out an almost scream. followed by "Nonononon, NNNOOOO! OHHHHhhhh." 

As she relaxed I slowed the licking, stopping after a few seconds. 

She hadn't touched my shaft during this orgasm, even though I was in the right position for her to, but I had had two orgasms and I knew I would be having more so I didn't care. We rested again, snuggling. We had more sex that day, in fact we haven't had so much sex in one session since our honeymoon, but that wasn't all we did.

We talked. I learned that she had a new job as a DJ at another radio station, a lite rock format. Her new show was at the exact same time as hee old one, which surprised her. She wondered if she was being hypocritical after quitting her other gig but there would be sacrifices with this one. She had to play more music and talk less. And there were certain things she wasn't supposed to talk about. There would be just her so talking less probably wouldn't be a problem. She still could do fund raisers for the Home, the station management thought that would be good PR for the station. 

I also asked about her super hornies. She was hit by them one to three times a year, three to five days before a heavier than usual period. The first time for me was during our honeymoon. It was during dinner on our fourth night together as man and wife. I noticed her squirming in her seat across from me and she kept looking at the waiter. It was dark in the restaurant so not many people could see her squiming. I thought she had to use the little girl's room. I wondered why she waited. As soon as we were in our room she attacked me. Kissing me, rubbing her body against mine and trying to get into my clothes. I stared at her for a moment because I had never seen her like that. 

She said, "I couldn't wait 'til dinner was over; I kept rubbing my legs together to scratch my itch. I tried to stop but I kept doing it. Now get out of those clothes and fuck me. I need it now!" 

I raised my eyebrows but as she started tearing her clothes off I got out of the rest of mine. She barely let me take my slacks off when she dove for my underware. Once they were down she started licking and biting my shaft. As soon as it was hard she pulled me to the bed. 

We stayed up almost the whole night. When we did finally fall asleep she had a contented smile on her face and I was exhausted. Of course at that time I didn't really mind her acting like that; I was just surprised. 

Two days later though, her period with heavy cramps and extra blood flow put a crimp in our honeymoon. I had to go out to get her some pain reliever and we spent that day in the room talking. She didn't mind that part even though she kept apologizing. I told her she didn't need to; it wasn't her fault. 

Once it happened while I was out of town. I asked her how she took care of it and she said she used her vibrators a lot but now I wondered if she did or if she did something or someone else. I thought I might ask her if I got the chance. 

There was one time when it hit when we were at a cocktail party for my job. This was before she started work as a DJ. We were half way through the evening when she started rubbing up against me. I should have but didn't realize why she was doing it. I did tell her to stop; that it was unseemly at a party like this. She did but only for a few minutes. She asked if we could go home, I still didn't get the connection. I said no that we still had to mingle. A few minutes later she insisted that we leave early, she just didn't seem to understand that this wasn't just a party for enjoyment. I had to talk to certain people so they could get more of a feel about me and hopefully promote me. 

She begged me to hurry and talk to them but I still didn't understand what was so important at home. Later she started rubbing her whole body against mine in front of other people at the party. She nibbled my ear and acted like she was trying to have sex with me with our clothes, on in front of everyone. I finally got to talk to the people I needed to talk to and we were able to leave a little early. 

As soon as we started to drive away I said in no uncertain terms, "Do not ever do that to me again! Never do that to me again at a party. It was embarrassing and could influnce how the bosses see me." 

She stared at me with an expression that was half-incredulous and half hurt. 

"I couldn't help it I'm so horny I can't see straight." 

"Than you need to learn to control yourself. It was embarrassing to say the least. Now people will think I have a wife who can't control herself and who acts like a stripper from a bar." Her voice grew husky with pain, "I'm sorry I almost spoiled your evening but I have needs too. Right now I need you to FUCK me, if you don't as soon as we get home I will go out and find somebody else." 

At the time I thought she was just saying that to get my attention but now I wonder if she would have. We did have sex as soon as we got home, sex and more sex. I was late to work the next day. No one said anything about the night before even though two coworkers looked at me funny. I wasn't sure if their expression showed envy or pity. 

I didn't get the connection then but now I could see that that was the beginning of the two year downward spiral our relationship that ended with her going on that trip. It was soon after she got back that she made sure we talked things out. Now I thought it was because she felt guilty. On second thought that was unfair. True there had been some guilt. I had noticed some but I thought it was from the way she had been acting. But I knew that she really wanted our relationship to get back on an even keel. I believed it was love that had motivated her more than guilt. 

When I aske dthe question she said that there had been no mega-hornies, as she called it, on that trip when she first had sex with the guy. She had had a lighter case of them at the beginning of this third round of cheating, and since she and I were not having sex at that time, it may have been one of the reasons she gave in this time but she couldn't blame her cheating on that. She took the easier and more pleasurable way out instead of dealing with me. 

We talked about other things and finally she asked me to stay for dinner; she would fix it. She didn't do much cooking but what she did do was great. I missed some of her dishes so I said yes, I would stay. 

She went into the kitchen naked, and started preparing the meal so I turned on the TV to watch the news. It was strange sitting in the living room watching TV naked. A little bit later she came out while the meat was cooking. As she entered the living room she stood for a moment looking around. I thought she was figuring where she should sit, right next to me or not. Earlier when we had been snuggling she had talked about how much she liked my body. She had said that she loved it next to hers, then she said, "I love you." I hadn't responded because I hadn't been sure how to respond. Thinking that she had a strange way of showing her lover I didn't speak for a quite a few seconds because I was angry and feeling hurt. She must have felt me tense up or she had wondered why I hadn't said anything back for I had felt her lift her head. I had kept my eyes closed but I had felt her looking at me. She might have seen what I felt on my face or she figured it out for she let her head fall back to the bed. I thought that I had heard a sigh but I hadn't been sure. 

That might have been what was going through her mind as she looked around. For some reason I wasn't sure of at the time, I patted the spot next to me on the couch. Her face lit up in a half smile and that made me glad I had done it. We watched the news together until a chime went off. She got up and hurried into the kitchen. I continued to watch the financial news. It wasn't good, but our investments were varied so we hadn't lost as much as some. I planned on leaving them there for at least another 16 years so I knew that some, probably most, of what we had lost would be recovered.

A few minutes after she left she called me into the kitchen. The table had been set already so I sat on the chair she pointed to. I watched her finish the preparations. It was interesting; she had on an apron that covered most of her front but that was all. Her backside was hanging out for me to see. When she turned right I could see the sides of her breasts which was nice. 

After she placed the food on the table she took off her apron and sat down with some very hot water to make tea. I still thought it contradictory that with her penchant for playing, her Passing persona, and her taste for exotic foods that she loved plain old black Oolong tea. The hotter the better. 

As she sat down I couldn't help but say, "Be careful, you don't have anything on to protect your skin if you spill that." 

She gave me a half smile and said, "I am being careful," in a slightly heated tone. We ate and talked. This time we chatted about work and what movies we had seen. 

I had only seen one since I kicked her out, she had seen three but one she hadn't paid any attention to and wanted to see again. 

I started to ask with whom she saw it but I stopped before I could get the whole question out. She answered anyway. It was with a female friend from work. Even though the movie was supposed to be a distraction she kept thinking about us during it. 

When dinner was over she brought out a small birthday cake. I said it's too bad only the two of us were there to celebrate with the cake. She said she already had had two celebrations, one was the bash and her coworkers had thrown her another one. 

We talked and enjoyed the cake. She had done a good job of fixing the meal and teh desert and I made sure I told her that. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her breasts. I even dropped my fork at one point because I was so distracted, but I took advantage of dropping it to look under the table. There was too much shadow to see much detail between her legs; but it was a nice view anyway. 

After we were done I stood to help her clean up but she told me to sit. I was a guest and she would clean up everything. So I sat watching her. When she stood I stared at the point where her legs joined her body. I couldn't see as much as I hoped but itaroused me. She must have noticed where my eyes were focused because when I looked up she had a sexy smile on her face. 

At one point as she leaned across the counter I got up and picked up the last plate on the table to use as an excuse. I walked over to her and placed the plate next to where she was leaning over the counter. 

I said, "Here's the last one," as I put it down. I leaned forward touching her butt with my front. My shaft was a little lower than her butt, but it still felt good there. 

She turned her head to look at me saying, "Is someone excited?" 

"Very much so," I said as I took hold of my shaft and started rubbing it against one of her cheeks. It was already half way hard, I was surprised it wasn't all the way hard, but it didn't long to get that way. 

I placed it inside her butt crack and humped her a few times. That felt good but I wanted it some place else. I reached between her legs and quickly found her joy button. I started rubbing it. Feeling her nub under my fingers aroused me even more. After a minute I slipped my fingers down a little and into her slit. She went "Ohhh" followed by a long moan as I began caressing the inside of her slit. She humped back and after a few seconds then said something about going to the living room. I didn't say anything as I increased the speed of my fingers for a few more seconds. 

She said, "We need to go..." 

I interrupted her by saying, "No, we don't," as I gripped my shaft. 

I spread her legs with one of mine, bent my knees and before she realized what I was doing I had guided myself to the correct spot was inside her. 

She went "OHHHhhhh?...OHHH...Ahhh GOOD." 

I moved my hand to her clitoris as I thrust upward. My other hand was on one of her breasts gently squeezing it. She gasped and moaned.

After a few seconds of rubbing her clitoris while thrusting inside her I had a better thought. I left her clitoris and grabbed one of her hands. I gently brought that hand down to her joy button. Her hand was open so I placed it at that spot. My hand was over hers and I started a circular motion with her hand. She understood what I wanted and started rubbing herself. 

I knew she masturbated sometimes. I suspected she did it when I was gone on trips, so I figure she would have no qualms in doing it for me. She was soon groaning with the movements of her hand so I removed mine from over hers and placed it on her other breast. This way I could I could enjoy squeezing both of her breasts while I fucked her. She looked at me with an amazed expression on her face but she didn't slow the movements of her hand. 

I realized that we had never had sex in the kitchen in our house. Only in the bedroom, sometimes in the bathroom, even though not for a long while, and a very few times on the couch in the living room. I decided that if I took her back that would change. 

Even though I couldn't see her hand as it moved against her clitoris, I tried to watch, I could feel her hand moving and I could see her upper arm moving. I knew what she was doing as I thrust upward deeper into her. 

I kept fucking her hard and harder as my euphoria built. At one point between moans she said, "Not so hard." I figured I was squeezing her too hard in my excitement. I eased off and a few seconds later I moved my hands in a way that I could get each nipple between thumb and one finger while at the same time still holding on to each breast. 

As I tweaked her nipples she let out more moans, each one louder. I couldn't believe it but the feeling of her nipples in-between my fingers while my hand was covering her breasts aroused me almost as much as what my shaft was doing. I started groaning, letting out deep-throated sounds. It sounded almost like I was clearing my throat but more guttural. Sometimes I made those sounds so loud I irritated my throat. My buildup was increasing more then I suspected this would. I jammed my shaft into her, which created more moans out of her. My pleasure had built up so much I couldn't help myself I kept jamming it in hard. 

She was groaning nonstop so I knew she was feeling as good as I was. Her hand increased its speed so I knew she must have been getting close. Before I knew she was saying "Nononono-GaaaNNOOOOO ahhhggaoh" that last was a new sound, "no nonon no." 

She let out a double long and loud sigh. I was close but all of a sudden I was there two seconds after she relaxed. I was surprised at how fast that last bit went; it might have been because of her orgasm. I always liked the sound she made while orgasming. I leaned backward to shove it in even deeper as I let out one of my guttural screams when my euphoria exploded and my sperm shot out of my shaft. I let out a soundless, opened mouth scream as a second wad shot deep inside her. I kept thrusting into her while leaning backward as my orgasm started to die, zoomed back up, staying at that level for what seemed like a minute. I made the throat clearing noise as my pleasure concentrated in the head of my shaft. I made short thrusts in and out of her as I finished my orgasm. 

Even after I finished I stayed there against her. She went "hmmm" pushing backwards. A few seconds later she turned her head and said, "Wow...that was good. I'm surprised you were so horny after what we did earlier." 

"I'm always excited when I watch your butt hanging out like that, not to mention these." As I said the last, I placed my hands back on her breasts and gently squeezed them. 

"Why don't you tell me that?" 

"I have told you that. It may not have been for a while but I've told you how much your naked body arouses me. Obviously, you haven't noticed the way I watch you get dressed. I sometimes take my time so I can see you without clothes. I love it when you bend over to reach for something on the floor, especially when it's been a while since we had sex. You know how much I love your breasts." 

She blinked twice with a dumbfounded look on her face. "I know you love my boobs but sometimes I forget when it's been a while since you told me. I need to hear how much I turn you on more often...But you're right I hadn't notice you taking your time dressing." 




DJ Wife Ch. 03



I searched for a better way to say this but I couldn't find one. I had thought about saying it the day before but I decided not on her birthday.

"You had sex with another man in three different affairs, you decided not to try to work on our relationship taking the easy way out, you lied to me and you denied me so you could have sex with him."

As I listed the first three things she looked sad but when I stated the last one she rapidly shook her head. 

"No, I never denied you...Well, I did but not for him. Yes I cheated, I lied and I took the chicken way out of dealing with our problems but I never ever said no to you so I could have sex with him. Sometimes I said no because I was angry or hurt but never for that reason."

I believed her but it didn't change what I was feeling all that much. I nodded, said I would be in touch and that I wasn't saying good bye because it wasn't good but I would be in touch. 

I ended with "I have thinking to do to see what I feel and what I want." before I walked out the door. 

I didn't call her that day or the day after or the month after. I did respond to some of her e-mails.

I listened to her new radio show. Evidently they wanted her to use two names because she was back to calling herself Shannon Passing. She was right; she did talk less. I wasn't sure if I liked all of the music she played but I wanted to listen to her.

One morning, a month after her birthday she said something that caught my attention. I looked up from the report I was typing and said, "What did she say?"

This morning my secretary, who was in my office, answered, "She said something about being pregnant."

I blinked thinking back over what I had heard but not listened to. Sure enough she had said, "As much as I'm enjoying this set I may have to take some time off in the mornings in the next few months because of morning sickness... yes that means I'm preggers."

She then went to a song. I was shocked, wondering how far along she was and whose it was.

When the song was over she said whom the singer had been adding, "I'm about a month along. I know because I know I got knocked up on my birthday. My husband and I spent much of the day alone and naked... I hope my husband will be happy with his child."

I don't know if any one else caught it but she sounded sad when she said that last sentence. 

She went to a song and when it was over she added, "If it's a boy I hope it looks like him and if it's a girl I hope it looks like me, a girl would look funny with his face even though he's handsome." 

She went to another song. I thought she was doing it that way on purpose more than because of that station's rules about talking.

Without thinking I said, "I thought she was having problems with her husband."

"She might be, she has been with another man, she lived with him for a while, but doesn't seem to be living with or seeing anyone right now."

I looked at Edith, my secretary, in surprise wondering if she had been following my wife around.

"How do you know that?"

"You know that local gossip columnist, she covers Passing every now and then."

"The gossip rags cover her?"

"Sometimes, but I'm surprised, since you're a fan of hers, that you don't look for gossip about her."

"I never thought she was big enough to have them following her exploits," I said a little bit shocked, "and I'm not that big a fan of hers."

I thought that would explain how some of her fans knew things about her.

She shrugged and said, "You may not be but you did follow her from her old station. But don't worry about it, I don't think you have anything to worry about, your wife has nothing to be jealous of."

I almost shouted at her to stay out of my personal business but I stopped myself. I looked at her wondering if she knew my wife and Passing were the same person. I hadn't told anyone about our separation or changed her status in my file, but Edith along with some coworkers might be curious about why she hadn't been around or why she had missed two parties. 

I soon forgot about if she knew or not however as my wife came back on and said, "I hope there are some good sales on maternity clothes, I will be needing some soon even though I'm just a month along."

I wasn't sure if it was my imagination but I thought she placed some emphasis on "just a month along". I thought she might be sending me a message, but why hadn't she sent an E-mail telling me about it? In either case I decided to visit her that afternoon. 

I went about my job and about three I left work early giving a family matter as my excuse. I was taking a chance not calling her but I thought she might be resting up. I knew she usually liked to spend the afternoon catching up on certain TV shows and doing housework. 

On the way over I had made a couple of decisions. I knew she would more than likely not like one of them but I didn't care. I saw her car in the parking lot so I knew she was home. I hoped she was alone; it could be awkward if she wasn't and especially awkward if John was with her. 

I knocked and it took her a minute to answer. I was just starting to sweat thinking she wasn't alone. She was as it turned out. She looked surprised to see me and quickly asked me to come in. 

Even though I had promised myself I wouldn't say it the first thing out of my mouth was, "How are you feeling?"

Her eyes widen in surprise, "You know?"

So the message wasn't to me after all. Maybe it had been to her fans or to John if she had spoken the truth about not seeing him anymore. 

"I heard the announcement on your show."

Her eyes widened again, "You still listen to me?" 

"Yes, I never stopped."

"I thought you hated me. You never called like you promised and you're terse with your E-mails."

"No I don't hate you. I still love you. That is why it took so long for me to decide anything. If I hated you we would be divorced already. I don't know if my love is enough though."

She nodded and I continued, "I should add the reason I waited so long to decide is that I was acting like a coward. I've been avoiding that decision which wasn't right of me."

"But you never contacted with me."

"Nothing besides the E-mails."

She nodded acknowledging my point. 

"Is that why you didn't tell me you were pregnant because you thought I hated you?"

She nodded again, maybe unable to speak.

"I came here today because I have three things to say. One of them you're not going to like. The first is: get your stuff we are going on a maternity clothes shopping spree. You can buy anything you want. If we don't find enough clothes that you think will fit later we can get a couple of cards that you can use when you get bigger."

"What are the other two things you want to say."

"Later, when we come back."

She nodded and got her purse. We went to six different stores. She was happy searching through all the cute maternity clothes. She tried on a bunch at each store. We ended up with four bags full of clothes and another three outfits on hangers I had to carry. Some of the outfits included a couple of shorter outfits with a contemporary cut that were probably for wearing around the radio station, I thought. In one store she stared at the maternity nightgowns. She turned back to look at me for a moment with a very sad look on her face. In my mind I marked the ones she had stared at. 

On the way home she reached across her seat placing her hand on my arm and said, "Thank you."

I patted her hand, smiled at her for a second and said, "You're welcome."

Once back at her place she hung up the clothes on the hangers than sat down.

"What are the other two things you wanted to say?"

"On the way over here I was thinking that I could turn one of the guest rooms into a nursery."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression, which turned to shock then to anger. She came out of the chair with a furious look on her face.

"You're not going to take my baby."

I looked at her puzzled not sure if that was a question or a statement. I hadn't said anything about taking her baby, but as I thought back on what I said I realized that I had unintentionally said it. 

"Calm down Joanne. I didn't mean it that way."

She calmed and sat back down so I continued. "I misspoke probably out of habit of living alone but I should have said we would remake the guest room into a nursery."

She looked puzzled again but this time hope replaced it.

"Yes, you will be coming too."

She made a squeal type of noise, jumped up, ran to me and threw her arms around me.

I looked her in the face as she looked up at me.

"I love you but, this is the part you won't like, there is one condition."

Her expression froze and she said, "What is it?" in a courteous sounding tone.

"As soon as the baby is born I want a DNA test."

She let go of me turned around took two steps, turned back and said, "It's your child. If you heard my announcement you know that."

"I know you said that you hoped it would look like me if it was a boy but that's not enough."

"What do you mean it's not enough? I have only had sex with you for over two months. We were together all day on my birthday. It has to be yours...It IS yours!"

"Joanne, we weren't together all day. We met at 11:30; anything could have happened before then. And you confessed you lied to me twice and I know you lied more than that. I have to know for sure."

She still looked angry. I imagined that it was because I wouldn't take her word for it but for me this was non-negotiable. 

Joanne opened her mouth then shut it, opened it again and shut it again. She saw the expression on my face and realized that no matter how angry she got I wasn't going to back down.

She sighed loudly. "You're right I lied to you...but not about that. I would never lie about that."

I just looked at her until she relaxed a bit and said, "Ok. We can have the test done as soon as possible."

Gently I added, "You would not be the first wife who was guilty of infidelity to be mistaken about whose baby she was having."

She started to say "I can't be," but I continued, "We can still set up the nursery and if the child isn't mine we will deal with it then. And we will deal with it."

She looked unsure when she heard my tone with that last bit, like she wasn't positive what I meant by that statement. To tell you the truth I wasn't sure either but I knew that neither one of us would like it.

She nodded.

After a minute I said in a gentle voice. "If you still want to, we can go back to the house tonight. You can take a suitcase or two and we can get the rest of your belongings tomorrow and don't forget your rings."

She looked up at me and asked, "I can wear my rings again?"

"Yes," I said with a smile, "if we are to be living together again it would be proper."

She squealed and ran to me kissing me. When we got back to the house I made love to her in a way I hadn't for months, I meant for the months leading up to her statement on the radio that started all this. She wanted to make love to me but I told her she could do that next. When she tried to insist I ignored her, making love to her. When I was done she did make love to me. It felt very good but it was also good watching the enjoyment she took by loving me sexually. 

We moved her belongings back to the house over the next three days. 

The next few weeks went by slowly. I was surprised that I had gotten used to living by myself so fast and there were times I still wished I were living by myself. Most days, as I watched her belly grow, she looked so beautiful but there were times I couldn't get out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried, that there was a good chance that the baby growing and developing in her wasn't mine. Or I should say I felt like there was a good chance it wasn't mine. She kept insisting that it had to be mine. If she was telling the truth it was mine.

One day I would caress her belly, telling her how beautiful she looked, that I loved her and the next day I had to leave the house before I said something stupid. She knew why I would sometimes leave her alone all day. I tried to tell her I was busy at work that I had to make up for time I had missed. That was partly the truth but it didn't fool her. There were days I knew she had been crying, when I finally came home. At those times I would take her in my arms and hold her no matter what I was feeling.

We continued having sex almost to the end. It was fascinating making love to a pregnant woman. Toward the end of the nine months I could feel the baby kick at times while I was spooned against her front. I couldn't lie on top of her but we managed to arrange ourselves so that I could still be against her front as we had sex. A couple of those times it almost seemed like the baby was dancing. Later I found out why but for some reason she didn't tell me. She went to see her doctor on a regular basis so she must have known even though when the time came she seemed as surprised as I was.

She didn't suffer that much from morning sickness so she kept her job throughout must of her pregnancy. Toward the end she talked more then normal as she described each step of the pregnancy, and as she talked about the baby kicking. Every now and then while identifying a song she would interrupt herself with "Ouuu... the baby just kicked".

That might be why she did something I almost forbade. She set it up so that she could give birth over the air. A technician would be there to record the birth process and it would be played during her time slot. I didn't like it at all. The equipment would be dirty and make the birth a circus. Plus some other man would be seeing her mostly naked. She explained why it was important to her. And that the only equipment actually in the birthing room would be a mic. They only needed a cordless mic and transmitter. It would send a signal to the On the Road van parked outside. The van would send the signal to the station or would record the event. The technician would be outside the room with the transmitter, a small black box the size of three car batteries. 

I was shocked that her new station would do something like this. Her old one would have with no qualms, but this one usually didn't go for the same type of wild publicity stunts. I relented though and she smiled her radiant smile and kissed me.

As it turned out she went into labor almost on time for her morning show. I was of course home that early in the morning so after calling her doctor I drove her to the hospital. 

There were two mics in the birthing room she was going to use but they were out of the way so I didn't say anything about it. The technician did stay outside with a small control board and the transmitter. I was surprised the hospital would allow even that but maybe they thought it was good free publicity. The tech tried to peek in on Joanne or Shannon as he knew her a few times, but he couldn't see much from the door. It might have been because he was concerned about her or concerned about the mics but I kept thinking he was one of her male fans who wanted a peek at her. I didn't say anything though.

She had a list of songs that were supposed to be playing that morning and in-between moans of pain she introduced the songs. I almost stopped her and it was obvious that her doctor didn't like it but she seemed to be coping well. 

She amazed me by not only being able to name each song but to be able to say something about the song. During one introduction she added, along with some groans, that the male singer was getting married soon. In another song she added that the singer was in the studio for a long awaited next CD. At one point all she got out was "Uhhgg", followed quickly by the name of the song and the singer before another moan.

Finally though she threw the paper up in the air and said that was the last song. The baby was very close and she began to concentrate on just giving birth. We had taken classes on childbirth so we knew what to expect and I had learned some things to do that were supposed to make it easier on her. One thing was to rub the small of her back with a pop can. I didn't know how it was supposed to help but it did for a while. In the blink of an eye though it stopped working. One second she wanted it there, the next she was telling me to remove the blankty-blank thing. I hoped she wouldn't get into trouble for saying those words on the air, but it's possible they had a delay going and the technician would catch them. 

Soon after I got rid of the can the baby started down the birth canal. It didn't take long for baby's head to show. I watched in amazement as the baby came out into the doctor's hands. That moment was so wonderful I was glad we were no longer separated. The doctor cut the cord and placed her in Joanne's hands. The baby, my daughter, was crying and making sucking motions with her mouth so Joanne bared a breast and placed our newborn next to her nipple. The girl started sucking in breast milk immediately.

Joanne smiled her most radiant smile as she looked at me but a second later she groaned in pain again. I looked at the doctor wondering what was going wrong when he placed his hands between her legs again. It looked like he was getting ready to help another one come into the world. 

A nurse took the first baby from my wife who was following the doctor's orders to push again. She looked at me shrugging, looking concerned but a second later her expression changed to wonderment mixed with pain. After minute and a half of pushing another little head appeared. 

I gasped as the doctor said, "And here's another one,"

Through gritted teeth my wife said, "Agggg, this one is tougher Ughhhh." 

She let out a couple of more choice words through gritted teeth just before the whole body dropped into the doctor's hands. Joanne relaxed and sighed. The doctor again cut the cord and gave him to Joanne. The nurse gave her back the first one and Joanne looked at each one with wonderment and joy. She bared her other beast and soon both babies were sucking on her nipples. I watched in amazement before remembering my camera. I had brought it to save the moment in pictures but had gotten only a few. I did get one of each birth and now I took a shot of her nursing both of them. I took three shots.

She looked so beautiful tears almost came to my eyes.

She said, "Thank you."

"Hey, you did all the work. I should thank you."

In a soft voice she said, "I mean for being here and everything."

I nodded realizing what she meant.

I said, "They're beautiful just like their mother."

She smiled that radiant smile of hers.

A second later though she said, "That voice belongs to my husband the father of my two beautiful babies. One is a girl and one is a boy. They are healthy and are nursing already. And so beautiful...That's all for now because I'm signing off, I've got other things to do right now... be seeing you."

The last is the way she usually signed off. She made a cutting motion across her throat at the technician who was peeking in the doorway. He nodded and ducked back outside. 

A minute later he shouted through the door, "The mics are off and unplugged. I'll just hurry and get my stuff packed and leave. I'll be seeing you back at the station." True to his word he did hurry and in less then five minutes he was gone. 

I wasn't sure when or how to say what I needed to say but once I knew he was gone I bent over Joanne and said softly, "Speaking of your husband being the father."

She surprised me by saying, "I know. I have it taken it care of already."

She must have seen the puzzled look on my face for she started to add something, but before she could say anything the nurse came to take both babies to be weighed. 

I looked down at her chest at what were probably my children.




DJ Wife Ch. 03



"I hope they both look like you."

She looked at me strangely like she wasn't sure how I meant that so I added, "You're so beautiful, especially right now."

She smiled again. About that time a nurse came in with a cotton swab. She told me to open my mouth. 

I looked at her puzzled but Joanne spoke up "I talked to my doctor already. He was surprised and I think I shocked him by my request but he said it would not be the first time the hospital had to do that type of test."

I wasn't sure what to say so I said, "Thank you," with all the sincerity I could. 

She smiled a sad smile and nodded.

The nurse made a motion with her hand and obediently I opened my mouth. She reached in with the swab and swiped the inside of one cheek. She withdrew it and said thank you. She walked out placing the swab in what looked like a test tube. 

I know I looked puzzled and my wife said, "Doctor Roulf said that was all it would take for a test. It might take us a month to get the results."

"Oh. Ok, I guess I can cancel my appointment at the place I was going to get the test done."

We stayed the rest of the day and that night, yes I was allowed to spend the night. I say allowed but it was assumed that I would stay so I didn't have much a choice in the matter; not that I minded. 

It was an interesting night with the babies crying to be fed every couple of hours but Joanne did all the work so I either watched her or fell back asleep. We took the children home the next day. 

The next few days were a bit rough with two new babies in the house even with me helping as much as possible, but we survived. We finally got a routine going which seemed to help until three weeks later when the results came back from the DNA tests. 

They were not what either one of us were hoping for. The girl was defiantly mine or as close as they could say but the test on the boy was inconclusive.

As I read the last I looked at Joanne. She must have seen something in my expression for she gasped. She gave her head a little shake and mouthed the words "They have to be his."

I said, "Well, as close as they can figure Judy is mine... but."

As I said "but" an expression of unbelief mixed with fear appeared on her face.

I continued, "Their tests were inconclusive about the boy."

I didn't say his name on purpose. I know I had a hard expression on my face as I stared at her.

"What does that mean??"

"It means that something could have gone wrong with the test or his sample got contaminated or there's no way of knowing for sure."

"But... but Jimmy has to be yours. Judy is yours so that means he has to be."

"No, it doesn't mean that. They are fraternal twins after all."

She nodded in a way that told me she didn't understand.

"If two men have sex with the same woman during a certain amount of time they can both impregnate her. I think it's a couple of hours but I'm not sure."

I paused and said, "Good thing you didn't have triplets. I don't know if it would work for three men."

She nodded then gasped as she got what I meant. 

Her expression turned angry and after a moment she said, "That was uncalled for. Yes, I cheated but it was only with one man."

I relaxed a little and said, "You're right that was uncalled for. I'm sorry."

She stared at me for a long second then nodded and relaxed.

"But it still doesn't change that two men can father two different children with the same woman at the same time and we don't know about Jimmy."

"Yes, we do know. I know," she said with some heat.

"But I don't." 

I tried to give it as much heat as was in her words, but it came out sounding sad to my ears.

In an angry tone she started to say "If you would believe me..." but she stopped probably remembering that she had lied to me.

Her expression softened and she said, "I swear to you that I only had sex with you during that time. I mean that whole two months not just my birthday."

She sounded sad almost like she might cry, but that might have been what I heard because of my emotions, or she was just acting. At that moment I didn't know. However I thought she sounded sincere. 

At that moment though certain scenes came to mind. Hearing the splashes when she and John were in the tub together. Her telling me that she was going shopping the day the PI followed her home with John tagging along. She might have gone shopping but it was a very short spree. That was one of the times she admitted to lying. The time she said she was feeling ill and been sick in the car and needed a fast shower to clean herself up. I had come home wanting a little fun expecting her to keep a promise she had made to me the night before. I knew she was lying but it wasn't until she said that she had had an early morning quickie that I knew what she was lying about. I should have figured it out at the time but I guess I hadn't wanted to see it. 

The memories included the time, during her second affair, that I almost caught her. At the time I hadn't realized what was going on even though I figured it out later. One afternoon I came home early and found her stretched out on our bed naked. Her legs were open but she shut them as I came into the room. Later when I thought about it I wondered if the guy was sneaking out of the house while I was walking into the bedroom, or if she had fallen asleep after he left or if she had come home afterwards and was laying there remembering what he had done. Whatever the reason she closed her legs suddenly as if I had startled her. At the time I thought she might have been masturbating, but as I talked to her I kept looking where her legs joined her body. I couldn't see much but at one point I thought I saw something white leaking out as she moved her legs a bit. I wasn't sure though, but after a minute she did say she had to go badly as she got off the bed and ran to the bathroom. That was one of the times we didn't have sex and I never knew why. 

As I said, Joanne sounded sincere but all those memories were playing havoc with my emotions so I turned around and walked out of the room without saying a word. She said "What?" then called my name twice but I just kept walking not trusting what I might say. 

We had a bad evening that night. She was hurt but my emotions were too much in an uproar for me to be able to comfort her or apologize. Part of me wanted to but I didn't feel like allowing that part preeminence. 

The next day things seemed to have calmed down so I said, "We need to test Jimmy again. Maybe we can try the testing firm I was going to use."

She opened her mouth to say something and I said, "No, I'm not blaming you. Anyone can make a mistake... I mean the hospital not you."

She nodded and we had breakfast. As the morning wore on I knew I needed to say something about the night before. I wasn't sure what I could say.

Finally I said, "I'm sorry I walked out on you last night. My mind chose that moment to remind me of various events... I... I wasn't sure of what I might say."

"What memories?"

That question surprised me. I hadn't wanted to describe them but even though I tried to change the subject she insisted. So I explained each of the memories.

She was shocked, she hadn't known that I knew she was lying or how it had affected me. 

"When you found me on the bed I had fallen asleep after he left. We had had sex in the bathtub and on the floor. Afterwards I laid down for a moment and the next thing I knew you were walking into the bedroom."

I just stared at her for a moment.

She said, "It's true he and I never had sex on our bed. Remember the bed was still made. I laid down on the top of the covers afterwards."

She was right. I had wondered why she was sleeping nude on top of the blankets like that.

She looked at me in the face with a sad expression, "I'm sorry I put you though that- even though you made me angry and frustrated at times- I never intended for that to happen."

I relaxed but I wasn't sure what to say so I nodded.

After a moment or two of standing there in silence I said, "I think our marriage needs some help."

She nodded in agreement but a moment later she smiled.

"That means you still want to stay married to me?"

"I do... right now."

I think she understood the implied qualifier that it depended on what the test for Jimmy revealed. 

Neither one of us knew what to say next so we stood there for a moment in silence. 

Finally changing the subject I said, "We need to plan a trip to show my parents Judy and Jimmy."

My parents lived in a town only an hour form the city where we lived. Her parents lived across the country. We had already E-mailed both sets of grandparents pictures of the delivery. We sent more pics to her parents after we got the children home. My parents wanted to see their grandchildren. We talked it over and the next weekend we called my parents and after making a date we took the children over. 

We didn't talk much during the trip. I don't know if it was because Joanne kept checking on Judy and Jimmy in the back seat, this was their first trip not counting the trip home from the hospital, or if it had to do with what was hanging over our heads.

My parents could tell something was up. At different times when we were alone, both my dad and my mom asked if everything was Ok. Both times I explained that it was just taking care of two babies at once was cutting into our sleep and our free time. They both understood how that was.

After a couple of hours, a nice lunch, and lots of pictures being taken, we went home. Joanne was glad everything went smoothly but she wished her parents could see them. I promised that if everything worked out all right we would take them to see their other grandparents.

She just responded with an "Oh."

I realized that even though I hadn't meant it that way, she must have taken my statement to mean the results on the second test. I wasn't sure what to say about that so I kept my silence. 

We slipped into a routine during the next couple of weeks but at the end of three weeks I was getting antsy. There still was no response from the DNA test and it was late. They had warned us that it could take longer then normal because they were getting a lot of tests lately. I made the cliché remark about something in the water and Joanne only sighed at that comment. 

We continued that way for another week. Once while helping Joanne give the twins a bath I looked at Judy closely.

"I believe she does have your eyes; they're the same color and you can see where they have the same shape as yours."

"My mom has the same shaped eyes."

I nodded for I knew that, and so did her grandmother. I was glad that the look continued in our daughter.

I said, "I wonder who Jimmy will look like."

She started to say something but then stopped as her beautifully shaped eyes narrowed and her lips became a line. I knew I had said the wrong thing but part of me didn't care. I had been through different moods, sometimes believing her and sometimes not. This was one of the not believe moods.

I was done bathing Judy and she took her from me to dress. 

"I told you... we don't need the DNA test results. You are his father!"

I looked at the half angry half determined expression on her face and my emotional defenses collapsed.

"I'm sorry. That was hitting blow the belt."

I turned from her, walked three steps and turned back.

"Sometimes I can't help the way I feel. I know it's not good but I won't take the blame for me feeling this way."

I had started that with a gentle almost apologetic tone but it turned angry by the time I finished the sentence. 

She looked angrily at me for a second then nodded.

She paused as she finished dressing Jimmy; she had already finished Judy. 

"You're right it isn't your fault, but at the same time it's not helping any."

"I know. I want stop feeling that way. I want us back to normal... well, not exactly normal but without all this..."

I waved my hand in frustration not knowing what word to use.

"I get what you mean."

"I'm sorry I can't always communicate what I'm feeling and that I sometimes say the wrong things."

She reached up and touched my face with her fingers.

"It's Ok. You have a right to feel angry and confused. I really am sorry I put you through this. I was being selfish only thinking of what I needed or thought I needed. It never entered my mind that you might go through this. That was so very wrong of me."

She paused as she dropped her hand.

"Everything I did was so very wrong. I shouldn't have allowed myself to get so close to John. I shouldn't have had sex with him. I should have talked to you more instead of using him as a back up... Someone to vent to. I thought he was safe because he seemed to understand. He didn't judge me, and he let me say whatever I wanted. I was wrong: he wasn't safe. I think he used my anger and frustration against me. He sometimes agreed with me about how bad you were. I think sometimes he reminded me about things you did or said. I don't know if he did that on purpose to get to me, or if he was just trying to be supportive but in either case it led to things I shouldn't have done."

She paused again, "I know me saying I'm sorry isn't enough but it's all I have. I love you. That is why I didn't leave when I could have but instead I ended up doing something worse. You are a very kind hearted man, a loving man. I saw that from the beginning. I knew you weren't like your buddies in college, and I knew you weren't be as much of a corporate workaholic as some of your friends. 

"You can be as frustrating as hell at times but because of what I just said I want our relationship to continue. I love you. I know I haven't always acted like it, not only with my cheating but also with the way I treated you at times but it's true. I took the easy way out, as I've said already, and I forgot what it means to love someone. I won't forget that again."

I was behind her at that point and I walked up to her and embraced her from behind. I just held her with my arms around her breasts. 

I said, "I love you too. That and the fact I believe that despite everything we can have a great relationship is why I am still here."

We stood there for a minute before one of the babies started crying. Feeding time I thought. She reluctantly moved out of my arms and picked up Jimmy. It turned out to be diaper changing time. She placed him on the changing table and undid the clothes she had just buttoned. She quickly got rid of the smelly diaper and cleaned up his messy bottom. But as she started to place the new diaper on she suddenly jumped back. It took me two seconds to figure out why. I finally saw a stream shooting out from his middle aimed at her face and I knew why she had jumped like that.

I was amazed that he could shoot his pee that far. It didn't last long of course but it did make a mess. I told her to go clean up and I would finish the changing. She smiled her thanks and left the room. Babies sure did change things. 

There was one event during this time in which I surprised Joanne and me. We were getting dressed one morning and while still nude she bent over to pick up a sock. I glanced her way and she wiggled her butt at me. She had been doing that lately. I thought it was because of what I had said about watching her get dressed. This time I was sure she had bent over on purpose since she didn't seem to be finding what she was looking for. I quickly got an erection and decided to do something about it. We hadn't had sex for over two and a half weeks. That was more because of the time it took to take care of the twins than any other reason but I was still horny. She wiggled that sexy butt at me again so in a fit of horniness mixed with frustration I stood rapidly from where I was sitting on the bed, and took two quick steps her way. Before she knew I was there I grabbed her hips and swung her around, throwing her on the bed. She ended up half on her stomach with her legs dangling over the end: just where I wanted her. 

Before she could move I was on her, spreading her legs and pressing down on the small of her back. She must have figured out what I was planning even though I had never acted like this before.

I quickly placed one hand between her legs and gently pushed two fingers into her slit.

She said, "Hey, what are you doing?!"

She sounded a little angry but not as if I had crossed a line so I continued.

"You've been teasing me enough with that sexy butt of yours. What is an old horny man supposed to do with a tease like you? I'm going to finish what you started."

I said that with a cheerful tone in my voice but she still twisted her neck around to try to look at me. 

She must have decided I wasn't as serious as I sounded.

"Let me up. I need to finish dressing so I can get the twins ready. Oh oh U U U."

She didn't sound angry at all and wasn't really fighting me all that much so I pushed my fingers in deeper and wiggled them caressing the inside wall of her slit. 

She moaned loudly and said. "I've got to get ready OHHH Ahhh ohhhh, stop that, I ahhhh oh oh ohOOOHaaaHHHHHaaa,"

That last was because I had found her G spot.

"OOhhha, stop it uuuuUUUUU, If I'm late it's...it's... your fault. UUUUUHHHHAaaaa."

I said, "No, you're the tease; it's your fault."

And I did something I had never even thought of doing while we were making love. I slapped one of her butt cheeks.

"Ow. Hey, that hurt."

I didn't answer I just continued caressing her G spot. As she groaned more I somehow managed to get the bottom of my pajamas down. I was already hard as a rock so after another few seconds of finger play I stepped closer "You can get ready after I have my way with you, you sexy tease."

I had thought about saying, "After I rape you for teasing me" but I though that sounded too rough even in jest.

I slipped forward and after a moment to make sure I was in the right position I thrust forward driving my shaft through her pussy lips and a quarter of the way into her slit. 

"OOOHhhha.... We can do this later uuuuu."

"We probably will," I said as I thrust in all the way. This time I cried out in pleasure.

I let it sit in her for a moment then slowly slid most of the way out and shoved it back in. I had planned on going slowly but I couldn't help it. I started thrusting in fast and hard.

She groaned her appreciation and after a few seconds said, "Fuck me. That's it oooooooo FUCK me."

I said, "Ok, you asked for it," and swatted her again on her other cheek. It was harder then the first one.

"Aoooo, that stings!"

I was surprised. I was thinking that with her personality and some of the other stuff she liked that she would like being swatted. I guess not.

Instead of swatting her again I trailed my fingers through her butt crack. She has a very beautiful bottom and I love feeling it as well as looking at it. That was one of the reasons I got so aroused when she wiggled her bottom at me. Not only because I could see her slit but that I could see her whole butt. 

As I trailed my fingers over her anus I thought of something I hadn't done for a while. I pressed one finger against that sexy puckered opening of hers. I could tell she was relaxed so I pressed harder. My finger slipped in with little effort. She didn't say anything so I pushed my finger in all the way. She went "Oh", but it was more of a surprised noise than a pain or even pleasure sound. I know that sometimes she groans with pleasure when I do that, even though once or twice it was with pain when she wasn't relaxed enough. She has never told me to take out my finger, though, which was one reason I thought she might like being swatted.

I love watching my finger disappear in her anus and I like the feel of my finger inside that part of her body. There's just something about that rubbery texture pressing against my skin that arouses me. 




DJ Wife Ch. 03



This time I let my finger rest inside her as I started fucking her. The double sensation of my shaft inside her slit and my finger inside her anus caused my pleasure to build fast. I watched my shaft disappear and appear from her slit as I increased my speed. Soon I had to take my finger out so I could get the thrusting speed I wanted. 

After a minute or so I slowed again because I wanted to feel her around my finger again. It had been a long time since I had done that. I knew she was greatly aroused by now so I took a chance and pressed two fingers against her. I had only done that four times and only when I knew she was very aroused. 

This time I was sure she let out a pleasure groan. I continued thrusting in and out as my euphoria built. Watching my fingers disappear into her and reappear out of her brown opening caused my arousal to jump. Again I had to pull my fingers out so I could get the rhythm my arousal demanded. Soon I was groaning with every breath, joining her continual moan.

Finally I felt the warning pressure that indicated I was very close. I thrust in harder, fucking her with a faster rhythm. Her groans increased but she still managed to say "I love you ILoveYou', followed by "oh ohooohhhnononono" so I knew she was close.

A few thrusts later I was there. I jammed my shaft in hard and let out a loud moan. A second later my cum shot up my shaft and into her slit. I cried out as it shot out of the tip of my shaft.

A second later as I let out another moan she let out "Nooooo! Ohhggga." My climax ended a few seconds later but hers was still going so I continued thrusting in until she was done.

She sighed and relaxed. After a few moments she said, "That was good but I do need to get dressed."

I pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean my self up. I didn't want her juices coating my shaft all day. The thought was pleasant but sometimes it smelled like sex for a while.

When I came out she was halfway dressed. She finished dressing and came over to me. She kissed me and said, "I was going to ask what brought that on but I know....I like it when you are spontaneous like that."

I dressed and went to work.

We continued on like that for another week. I finally received the results from the DNA test. They spent the first half of the letter apologizing for taking too long. I rolled my eyes upward thinking that all I wanted was the results, they could have said they were sorry in one short sentence. 

Joanne came in as I was reading the letter. I folded the letter up and said, "It's a response for Jimmy's test."

She must have detected something in my voice and/or body language for she came over to reach for the letter. 

"You need to see it?" I said in a challenging tone.

"Does it say he's yours or did they make a mistake like the first test?"

She must have seen something in my face for she came over and grabbed the paper. 

As she looked at it I said, "He's most probably mine."

She looked up at me puzzled, perhaps because she didn't understand the expression on my face. I wasn't sure what I was feeling at the moment. It was almost as if I was disappointed that Jimmy wasn't someone else's. Did I want an excuse to kick her out again? Did I want the easy way out instead of working to save our marriage? I couldn't say, nor did I understand what I was feeling.

She asked, "Do you believe me now?"

"Yes, I do believe you." 

She looked surprised at my answer, perhaps because of the expression on my face.

We stood there a moment or two until I finally said. "Now that that is cleared up we can work on restoring our marriage."

She smiled and said, "Yes, I want that."

The next few months we worked at restoring our relationship: talking more, spending more time together as much as we could with the newborns. We even went out on dates, with my parents usually baby-sitting when we did. Usually it was out to dinner but we also went to shows and concerts. I even submitted to her request to go see some bands I wasn't that fond of. I didn't hate the music or I would have refused to go, but they were far from my favorites. In the past I would always make an excuse not to go. Now I went. At one concert of a rock band she really loved I remembered that she had gone to see this band before with John. It was just two coworkers with the same taste in music, at the time, but I could see how that could draw them closer.

I mentioned that to her after the concert and she agreed with me that it was one thing that had drawn her to John. Even though I didn't bring it up she promised that she would never go to a concert with just one coworker again. 

Another interesting thing happened right after we found out about Jimmy being mine. Joanna came to me one evening as I was arriving home from work.

"John called today."

The first thing I thought of saying was to ask if he wanted to know if the children were his but we had already been through all that so I stopped myself. Instead I asked what he wanted.

"He was angry. The FCC has been on his case for two weeks; he may lose his broadcast license."

I wasn't sure if Joanne sounded as if she was sympathetic about that or not.

She continued, "I asked him if he wanted my sympathy, which he would not have gotten, but he said no he wanted to know if you had anything to do with his problem."

I looked puzzled and asked "How would I have anything to do with that? I took business law not broadcasting law and my company has nothing to do with the FCC."

"I told him that, but he said one of the people who had been hassling him said it was pay back."

"That could be for a lot of different things or maybe he seduced the wife of another husband who does work for the FCC. Of course I'm not about to get upset whatever the reason."

She nodded and said, "I told him that you wouldn't care why that was happening to him, but he added that he was busted the other night at a party were there were some drugs."

My eyes opened in surprise but before I could ask any of the number of questions in my mind she said, "It was at one of the houses I went to a couple of times. You said you didn't want me to go anymore because you said my hair smelled like pot."

I nodded for I remembered.

"I wasn't planning on going anyway, but evidently there were some heavier drugs there this time. He swears he didn't know but the judge may not believe him."

I nodded again not being sure what to say. From some of the things I had said about him after she moved back in, she knew I would be happy if he went to prison.

"What did you tell him?"

"I said you didn't have anything to do with the police either and that you didn't know where that house was. He believed that. I finally told him not to call again. We were forever over and I no longer considered him a friend, and I didn't need a lover. He tried to argue that I had needed a friend and that was all he had been. I said that yes I needed a friend but not a lover and that I now realize he had taken advantage of me, so I never wanted to hear from him again."

I nodded and smiled at that. We talked some more and had dinner.

Two nights later Roger, a friend from college called. He had been one of my best friends then, and had been one of my groomsmen, but we hadn't seen each other for years. 

When I answered the phone he said, "Hey Tony Bony it is I Roger Dodger."

I never did like that nickname. I never was that skinny.

"I'm in town on assignment and thought I would return your call from four weeks ago. The investigation is almost over and I thought we could get together."

"Sure I would like to hear what's been up with you for the last few years."

We met for dinner than spent some time at a bar doing light drinking and catching up with old times. He asked if my marriage was doing better. I said it was. 

He asked if I had seen any other people from college. 

I said, "Yeah, I ran into Ronny."

Ronny had been one of my college buddies. He hadn't been in the wedding party but he had made a nice toast during the reception. 

I said, "Surprisingly enough he is now a Lieutenant in our local police department."

Roger did look surprised and we spent some time talking about how Ronny, who was now going by Ron, had been a slacker getting driving tickets which he never paid. Roger asked about a few other friends from college and showed me pictures of his children. He asked if I knew one guy who had been killed. I did know in fact he ha dbeen one of the people I had been thinking about the day Joanna caught me sitting on our bed when she had her lover in the bathroom. We exchanged E-mail addresses. When I got home I told Joanne about the evening. I wasn't sure if Joanne remembered him that well or that since collage he had worked himself up to the upper levels of the FCC. She and I settled into a nice routine during the next few months. One Saturday a little over seven months after I received that letter, Jimmy and Judy were over at my parents because we were going out on a date that evening. We had taken them over in the morning to allow their grandparents to have them almost all day.

I was busy doing our taxes and Joanne went outside to join some neighbor kids. I knew she had grabbed her water blaster and was going to join them in a water fight. I stared at her back, thinking how foolish she was again especially now that she was a mother. Thinking about that phone call from John had aroused my emotions again. They had just been settling down but now everything came back. All of the frustrations I had felt over the last few months came back. I decided I had to do something or I would keep being frustrated. Something that might get rid the frustration I had been feeling. I thought this was a perfect time to do what I had been planning for a while. I closed down the computer and went up stairs to change. I put on a T-shirt that I usually never wore and a pair of blue jeans. I don't know where they had come from because I never wore blue jeans either. I figured if anyone saw me that they would not recognize me in this outfit. After I was dressed I went into the garage. After moving some boxes I pulled out something I had bought and hidden from her. I cradled it in my arms and went inside to load it. I was surprised by how heavy it was. I went out a side door and around to the front. I went slowly keeping some trees between her and me.

On that side of the front yard there was a section that looked sort of like a mini forest except there there were thinner trees no pine or oak. There was plenty of shadows in this section. 

I knelt down next to a tree and waited. She soon came into sight all wet and firing her water blaster at a twelve year old boy. I had practiced with this so I knew its range. The boy ran one direction and she came closer to me. I aimed carefully and pulled the trigger. A perfect shot. She suddenly stopped, obviously startled, and looked down at her front where I had hit her. She looked shocked like she didn't know what happened. I had hit her in her breasts even though I hadn't been specifically aiming there. I can see how I could have done it subconsciously though. There was a stain spreading across her front. 

That wasn't enough so I quickly backed off running along the side of the house for the back yard. I went across the back yard, holding my weapon upright in front of my chest, and around the other side. I knew the gate would be unlocked and as I hoped, it was open. I ran carefully. There were some bushes there along with some bigger trees. and I hid until again she was in my sights. This time I hit her breasts on purpose. She again looked startled and again she looked around trying to see who had hit her. 

I aimed again for it was obvious two shots hadn't been enough.

After a few seconds I moved and she saw me. Her mouth dropped opened in a way I had never seen before. I smiled at how amazed she looked. It was one of those moments I wished I had a camera to record the expression on her face.

Two seconds later though the shocked look turned to determination and she started running my way with her blaster up. That started our first water fight. I have no idea who won in the end and I don't think it mattered.

She told me later that because of where I had hit her twice that she thought a neighborhood teen boy was squirting her to get her top wet. She wasn't wearing a bra as it turned out. Later, I over heard her tell a friend that she wondered where I got a super soaker that large, with three streams of water at once, she had never seen one that big before. 

We finally went inside tired and soaked. I stopped her in the foyer and said, "We need to get undressed out here before we drip all over the carpet."

Before she could answer I reached to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and off. She looked surprised but let me. As soon as I had it off I threw it to the side, took a look at her bared breasts, and kissed her. 

After a moment I said, "You look very sexy with a wet shirt and no bra."

She smiled and said something about going to the bedroom but I said, "No we are still dripping."

We helped each other out of our clothes and once we were naked I kissed her hard. I also reached between her legs quickly finding her clitoris. She mumbled something that sounded like the bedroom. I just kissed her and rubbed her clitoris. I rubbed harder than usual but she didn't seem to mind.

I finally stopped and she led the way into the living room, but instead of going through it I grabbed her and tripped her. I held on to her so she couldn't fall and I let her down slowly. Once she was on the floor I partially jumped on top of her kissing her hard. She went, "Hmmm" and kissed back just as hard. I couldn't believe how excited I was. I was almost losing control. I got my hand back between her legs, this time I pushed two fingers inside her. I had planned on taking her on the floor. We hadn't ever done it on the floor before. Most of the time our lovemaking was in the bedroom and a few times on the couch. She groaned loudly as I found and rubbed her G-spot. 

I scooted down a bit and started sucking her breasts. Soon she was arching her back in ecstasy. I finally couldn't stand it anymore, I knew she was ready so I removed my fingers and scooted back up. This time I used my legs to spread hers even more than they were and I soon had my shaft at her slit. 

I think she started to say, "Yes, in my pussy," but I thrust all the way in with one shove. 

She ended up saying. "Yes, in my pusuggggh--ohhhh."

I lay there for a short moment than adjusted my position so I could move better. I placed my hands on either side of her head and pushed up. That was to allow deeper and faster thrusts into her. I soon had a wild rhythm going, shoving it in as fast as I could. 

I knew she didn't mind because of the type of groans she was making and because she was thrusting back. I lasted a lot longer than I had expected to going that fast. She had two orgasms before I was even close. But my thrill finally came. I grunted out "I'm close" which I don't say very often.

Seconds later I thrust in even harder.

She said, "Yes, oh ohohoho. Yes, unnna. NonononNNNOOOO."

For half a second I thought about slowing so she could have a third orgasm but I was too far gone. I thrust in and out even faster beating her slit with my shaft.

I let out one long groan as my orgasm built, finally I screamed as it hit. I screamed again as the first shot of my sperm ripped out of the head of my shaft. I heard her laugh with joy at my noises. For a long time I kept thrusting in her, moaning the whole time. I don't know if guys can have multiple orgasms but it felt like I did. I collapsed on top of her and finally stopped thrusting but only for a second. It felt like the feelings were still there, to a lesser degree, so I pushed in three times more. Finally my orgasm was completely done and I lay there panting.

She hugged me and said, "Wow, you must have been turned on."

I said, "It's been a while and you were so sexy in that wet outfit. Maybe your station should have a wet t-shirt... umm second thought no never mind. Don't have a wet t-shirt contest."

"We already did, four of them."

I know I looked surprised and shocked.

"It was a few years ago. We decided it would be fun so we arraigned for some prizes."

I think I did remember that but she hadn't told me about what followed.

"I was picked to be a judge. I didn't know why and I felt strange judging how other women looked in a see through T-shirt. I should have known something else was planned. It was a hot summer day and I didn't wear a bra that day and I had on a thin top. Someone, I never saw who did it, threw water on me. The station manager came up a minute later and said I was now entered in the contest. I let them parade me before the other judges and the spectators. By the applause I received I thought I might win it but a girl with huge boobs and a very thin top won. Once soaked it looked like she wasn't wearing anything at all. I could see why guys would pick her to win. Another girl came in second but I couldn't figure out why. She looked pretty enough but her boobs were just medium. To me they didn't look any different from a couple of other contestants. The applause for me might have been because I was embarrassed. I think I was blushing."

"We had another two that summer. I made sure I wore a thicker top with a sports bra the next time. Sure enough someone sprayed me with water but most of the guys were disappointed. Except for John he said he liked me that way and he added that if I hadn't worked for the station I probably would have won the last contest. He sounded very sincere and it made me feel good to hear him say it.

The next summer they tricked me again and again I was paraded in front of everyone. John whistled and even though I was embarrassed I liked how the guys applauded me. 

I almost entered the next time on purpose but you and I had had a fight about what I was wearing so I declined. We had some the next few summers but I always made sure I missed the event or wore a heavy blouse even though one more time they caught me without a bra. I came in third that time. I felt pride in doing that.

She looked a little ashamed as she said that last.

She added, "But Passing will never go bra less again and I have gotten rid of my micro skirts. It's not because I'm a mother now, or getting older. I know you don't like it when I wear skimpy outfits."

"Well, I like it when you wear those outfits around the house. You look very good in them. I don't like you wearing them out in public because you look so good in them. I don't like having other men being that aroused by you. I know what they're feeling and thinking."

"I understand. I promise I will more careful with what I wear from now on."

We laid there for a few minutes cuddling before she looked me in the eyes and sounding very sincere she said, "Thank you."

"As good as that was for me I should thank you."

"No not for the sex, even though that was great, but for trusting me again, for forgiving me, for loving me."

I said, "The tests say both babies are mine so you were telling the truth."

"We both know that all the tests show is that they are yours they don't prove that I was telling the truth about stopping." 

I looked down for a moment as I said, "I..I don't always trust you. Some days I know without a doubt that you will never do that again, but there are some days I want to follow you every where you go. I have to bite my tongue to keep from say something stupid when you're a minute late. I've asked around and that is normal for guys in my situation but I still don't like it."

"I know you have days like that. I know you still have that PI following me at times."

I know I looked ashamed as I said, "I'm sorry, I..I its just so hard sometimes."