I must have been pretty hammered that night after I finished my set. One of my buddies had dropped me off at my house after the party, and while I can't remember very much, what I do remember is that the set went well. I'd been DJing for a while by then so I was pretty comfortable on the decks, and everybody had a good time dancing.
When my set ended, and the next DJ came on I hit the sauce a little too hard, because when I got home I guess I was browsing some porn and got up to do something momentarily but must've forgotten and went to bed instead. I know this because when I came out to the living room the next morning, my wife was sitting on the couch with my computer on her lap and a surprised look on her face. When she saw me, she shut it quickly, put it on the coffee table, and her face turned red.
"Morning," I said as I walked past her to the fridge and poured out a bowl of cereal, trying to recall what it was I had been looking at the night before.
"Morning," she replied. She wasn't going to say anything regardless of what it was. Confrontation wasn't her style. People might alternately describe her as reserved, maybe even shy or stand-offish. She just held her cards close. Sometimes she only kept them close until she was ready to play them at some point in the future. That was just her.
We had met in college, dated a couple years, and had been married for a few more now. She worked as a writer at a college newspaper doing stats for games, while I worked at a bike shop and finished some school, DJing here and there in between.
I set the bowl of cereal on the counter and grabbed the laptop, and she gave me a guilty look as if she'd been caught- hand in the cookie jar- then stood up and said, "I'm going to the gym. I'll see you in a little bit."
I mumbled a goodbye, still a little hungover, and as she walked out the door, I sat down, spoon in hand, and opened the laptop.
Awwwwwww great.
Well I guess that fantasy was no longer a secret. This is the part where I have to admit that a common search of mine on porn sites is "pale, curvy, brunette gangbang." I spent the rest of my breakfast crunching away, wondering if she would just think I was into gangbang porn, or if she had noticed that the center of attention in each of those videos looked strikingly similar to her.
When she got back from the gym, wearing only her yoga shorts and a sports bra, I was a little surprised. Her movements were measured, like she knew I was watching her. This was a woman who had always been conservative both in what she wore and in the bedroom for as long as I'd known her. Baby steps were the key to minor progressions in our routine, and more often than not, it was exactly that: routine. Not that I often minded. She was my best friend. When I saw her from across a room at random times, I still thought she was hot, and our intimate relations were like a cheeseburger and a slice of apple pie. You know... comfort food. Delicious. Not much to complain about ever. But adventurous? Not her.
Whenever I intimated that smaller was better with regard to her clothing, she always had some retort about being embarrassed to look like a slut, followed by some example of a girl wearing exactly what I wanted her to wear. Whatever. I was used to it, but a brother's still gotta try. So when she came in, still a little sweaty, flat tummy and belly button showing between her little yoga shorts and sports bra and I pictured her working out in front of all the dudes at her gym, I got a little jealous, but admittedly turned on. "Going a little skimpier today I see," and I wiggled my eyebrows.
"Oh I just took off my tank top because it was hot in there, but yeah... it's not like I'm the scantily clad one at the gym anyway. Some of those girls wear barely more than a bikini."
"What's wrong with bikinis? You should try one in there. You have nice assets... Matter of fact..." and I pulled her closer, taking a butt cheek in each hand."
She squirmed away. "I'm sweaty! Come visit me in 5 minutes after I shower," which I obliged. Nothing like toying with her sparkling clean little pink butthole, and even though she never let me enter, she did let me touch. And I did.
The next time I saw her coming in from the gym, a couple weeks later, I got an even bigger surprise. I could swear her sports bra had gotten smaller, since now it didn't cover much more than a regular bra, and to my utter amazement, she had on ass crack yoga shorts. The ones with the tight, puckered seam running up her crack to show off each of a woman's perfect butt cheeks individually like no other invention in the history of humankind ever had. Thank god for innovation.
And
they were short. I mean, short enough to reveal some actual cheek when she bent over. "Damn Annie. When you gonna do some lunges in front of me?"
She blushed and swatted at me, "Stop it. If you make me too embarrassed I won't wear them. I just thought you'd like them since you're always trying to get me to wear skimpier stuff, plus, like I said, there's girls at the gym that wear almost nothing so I'm just another person in there compared to them. Do you like them? Are they too much?" And she spun around.
"You look fantastic. Just make sure those guys behind you at the gym see your ring as well as your ass ok?" and she struck a pose and waved her diamond at me, to which I replied, "You gonna shower or am I having stinky sex with my wife right here?" I said, and as I grabbed after her she ran down the hall.
"Five minutes!"
Slow progress. I smiled.
When I got the invite to DJ the New Year's party a couple months later, I leapt at the chance. This was a group of people that loved to really have a good time and dance to the music that I loved playing the most. The parties got a little wild sometimes, and you never knew what sort of niche thing was going to be observed, but they were always fun.
Annie didn't usually go with me to the events I would DJ, but it was New Year's Eve, and she wanted to go out too and since none of her girlfriends were having a girls' night out, we called it a date even though I was technically working. I was driving and had to put in a good shift at midnight, so I told her I'd keep it together if she wanted to get a little loose with alcohol and the substances on offer. She didn't usually take it too far. I'd only seen her drunk once in my life.
When we got there I introduced her to some of my friends and acquaintances from the scene, and we mingled. As the party warmed up we just chatted with people and danced a bit.
Halfway through the first DJ's set some girls showed up in burlesque outfits, and some stands were erected which they hopped up onto. Go-Go dancers. Nice touch for New Year's. I usually only saw them in clubs but with the size of this party I guessed the host wasn't pulling any punches.
As the night went on and the first DJ finished and it was time for my set, I told Annie to have a good time and I would be done in a couple hours. She smiled, said okay, wished me luck, and gave me a kiss.
I started playing some tunes and as the crowd got moving, I looked up and noticed that the Go-Go dancers were now topless with crowds of people dancing around them looking up as they moved to the rhythm, their tits bouncing freely. Surveying the room between tracks I saw Annie near one of the dancers in the corner looking up at her as they both moved to the music, one up high with no top on, Annie below in a stylish dress with a form fitting top and a short, yet tasteful skirt.
As the midnight hour approached, and I played more high energy tracks, the dancers lost more and more clothing, and as the ball finally dropped in New York City on the big screen as 12:00 hit, the dancers removed the last of their clothing to wild cheers from the crowd. They stepped down from their pedestals, dancing naked amongst the revelers, all the while being groped and rubbed by hands as they danced with strangers around the room, the eroticism turning up a notch.
By the time my set ended a half hour later, there were people in the darker corners of the rooms getting lap dances and- if I wasn't mistaken- discreetly having sex with the dancers, though it wasn't something that everyone was paying attention to since the party was so large. I watched them a little between scanning the crowd for Annie when she came up behind me with a hug. I turned around to kiss her and she tasted like cinnamon gum, alcohol and something else I couldn't put my finger on. She was flushed and smiling and began grinding up on me, dancing to the music. "Did you see those people having sex in the corner? Oh my gosh!"
"Yeah, this crowd gets a little crazy sometimes," I said to her as I turned us around, her back nearly against a wall as we continued dancing suggestively to the music, my hands reaching under her skirt in the dark.
She looked at my hands but didn't stop me and said in a kind of faraway voice, "Strippers must be so carefree. Just letting everyone see them naked?"
We continued to dance, legs between each others, and I raised my hands to her sweaty, panty clad ass. And since she let me grab her like that without protest, I decided to take it a little farther, hooking my hands into her underwear and inching them down.
She grabbed my wrists and kissed me, asking, "What're you doing mister?"
"Just having a little fun. Don't worry, I'll keep them in my pocket tonight."
She looked at me for a long moment, then, incredibly, released my wrists and I slid her panties to the floor as she stepped out of them, looking around nervously.
"You're so hot," I said as I reached back up between her legs.
