5 years later.
I’d always told Reyna I wanted my own shop, but after trying it for a while, it was just too much work. Ultimately, I ended up at a local dealership as a line mechanic. I could work when I wanted and didn’t have to fuck with the paperwork and bureaucracy. I enjoyed the work and my co-workers were friendly. I’d struck up a friendship with one of the other mechanics, Jeff. He was only a few years out of high school, but was very talented, probably rivaling my own skills, but what had drawn me to him initially was his appearance. Jet black hair, tats covering both arms and Metal music always blaring from a beat up boom box on his work bench. If only he knew who I was married to, he’d probably shit himself.
Reyna had gotten her degree and was working as a counselor for abused and battered women, something she was very passionate about. She divided her time between her two loves, work and our children. With the
addition of our daughter three years ago, we now had two, but she was growing restless. Increasingly, I saw her scribbling in a notebook. Sometimes in bed, others in moments of quiet in the evenings after the kids were in bed. One evening I asked her about it.
“I’ve seen you with that notebook quite a bit recently.” I observed. “What’s up?”
“I’ve started writing again.” She answered.
“Writing?” I questioned.
“Songs, I’ve had a few bouncing around in my head recently, wanted to get them on paper before I lost them.” She smiled.
“You thinking about…?” I started.
“Maybe.” Reyna interrupted. “Music was a big part of my life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not unhappy. You and the kids are my world, I’m thrilled to be where I am. I just miss the…I don’t really know what, I just miss ‘IT’.”
“You want to be ‘Dark Angel’ again?” I asked.
“No, never.” She answered. “She’s dead and I’m an entirely different person now, thanks mostly to you. She was angry, alone and bitter, hence why I gravitated towards Death Metal. What I’m hearing in my head and attempting to write down is much more upbeat, still Hard Rock at least, maybe light metal, if such a thing exists. Even got a couple power ballads that might pan out.”
I grinned. “Kinda all over the place aren’t you?”
“Yeah.” She giggled, leaning on my shoulder. “But you knew from the start I was complicated.”
Several days later, I was elbows deep in an Audi, when Jeff wandered over.
“Hey, Eric.” He said, trying to be heard over the noise in the shop. “Got a minute?”
“Sure.” I responded. “What’s up?”
“I don’t know, just thinking.” He sighed.
“About?” I inquired.
“The band.” He answered.
Jeff was lead guitarist and backup vocalist with a hard rock/metal band, a bunch of his school buddies. I’d seen some of their stuff on the internet and had to admit, they were pretty good, even Reyna thought so.
“We have a contest in a couple weeks, and our lead singer quit.” He explained. “She was dating the drummer, and they had a falling out. Now we’re fucked. I can do backup, but I’m not nearly good enough to lead. The rest of the guys sound like cat’s mating.”
“Ouch.” I winced, imagining the sound, then a thought occurred to me. “I just may know someone that might be able to help you.”
“Really.” He beamed. “Dude, that would be awesome. Who?”
“Can’t tell you right now, but I’ll let you know as soon as I can.” I deflected.
Later that evening I told Reyna of Jeff’s dilemma. She sat silently all through dinner and into the evening before sitting in my lap as I watched TV.
“You’d be OK with this?” She asked, peering into my eyes.
“If it’s what you want, then yes.” I assured. “Can’t say I’m not a little scared though. What if they figure out who you are?”
“I’m Reyna, it’s all anybody needs to know.” She grinned. “Any resemblance between me and her is purely coincidental.”
The next day at work, I told Jeff I’d found him a singer.
“She any good?” He asked.
“You in any position to argue?” I teased. “Besides, is that any way to talk about my wife? To answer your question, yes she can sing, probably better than anyone you’ve ever met.”
“You could be a little biased.” He grinned.
“I am.” I chuckled. “But not about this, honestly, what have you got to lose?”
“We had a practice scheduled for tonight, if I can get the guys together, you think she could be there?” He asked.
I texted Reyna, and she agreed making Jeff really happy.
That evening, I sent Reyna to the address Jeff gave me. I stayed with the kids. On short notice, we couldn’t find a sitter. Probably for the best, though. I’m no musician and other than moral support, I’d just be in the way.
I was already in bed when Reyna got home. Trying to be quiet, she prepared for bed and silently slipped under the covers.
“How’d it go?” I asked, pulling her into me.
“Shit.” She hissed. “Scared me to death.” Then she grinned. “It was…wonderful, exhilarating, terrifying…”
She was almost bouncing, she was so excited.
“It was a little rough at first.” She explained. “It’s been a while. I had to learn their style and they had to learn mine, but ultimately, we got it together. In the end, we didn’t want to stop. That’s why I’m so late.”
While she was telling me of her night, she’d been fondling my cock and once it met her expectations, she straddled me, impaling herself. From the level of wetness I detected, she was very aroused.
“So, no fun at all?” I teased.
“Quiet you.” She commanded, gyrating her hips, moaning softly. “Or I’ll do this without you.”
I pulled her into a passionate kiss, our tongues dueling as I thrusted up into her soaking pussy. She bucked just that much harder and sat up, pinching her nipples and groaning as her lust rose. Damn, she was wound up. It only took a few minutes before she went stiff and orgasmed, exhaling sharply, then collapsed on my chest, panting heavily.
I stroked her hair and held her as she recovered, my stiff dick still encased in her warm depths, I hadn’t cum yet. As I was thinking of continuing, Reyna started snoring. Apparently she’d had all the excitement she could handle for one day. Just my luck.
“Good night my little rock star.” I whispered, kissing the top of her head, then went to sleep myself.
She was up and gone when I awoke the next morning, I’m sure getting breakfast ready for the kids. Our daughter, especially, rarely slept in, much like her mother.
I showered, dressed and went downstairs, finding the whole family at the table. I ruffled my son’s hair, smiling. “You’re up early, Bumble.” I teased. I’d nicknamed him after the character from ‘Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer’ because of his unruly white hair and adorably goofy grin.
Hi daddy.” He chirped. “Mommy made pancakes!”
I kissed my daughter on the cheek. “How’s my little tsarina?” She just grinned, mouth full of food.
Finally, I kissed my wife. “Morning kroshka, sleep well?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “But I kinda left you…sorry.”
“It’s OK.” I reassured her. “Yesterday was very emotional for you. It’s been a long time and it overwhelmed you. I’m very glad it went that well, you deserve it.”
“So you’re OK if I go with this?” She asked.
“I saw happiness in you last night that I’ve only seen on rare occasions since we met.” I stated. “Our wedding, the births of the kids. I couldn’t deny you that. Chase your dream again.”
She kissed me, beaming. “Thank you lyubimaya, I love you so much.”
“How could you not, I’m adorable.” I teased, kissing the end of her nose.
“To work you, before I drag you off.” She purred.
I’d barely made it to my toolbox when Jeff hollered at me. “Where in the hell did you find her?” He boomed.
“I take it you were impressed.” I said, grinning.
“Man, she’s amazing.” He shook his head. “That’s a big voice in that little woman. Has she ever been professional, I feel like I’ve heard her before?”
I swallowed hard, buying time to think. “I think she was in a high school musical or two, if I remember correctly, but beyond that, I don’t think so.” I lied.
“She easily could be.” He complimented. “We’re gonna wipe the floor with those other bands, I owe you BIG time.”
“I’m happy to help, and she’s ecstatic.” I assured. “Just make sure she stays safe and it’s all good.”
Reyna and the guys got in a couple more rehearsals before the contest, and were very happy with the results. She all but floated around the house, humming, or outright singing nearly constantly as the date approached.
“You nervous?” I asked, the night before.
“A little.” She answered. “The guys are ready, and I admit, they’re good, like almost professionally good, but I’d like another rehearsal or two. Not gonna happen, of course, but… It helps that expectations are low, I’m not performing as ‘her’, just a suburban housewife, so even if I screw up completely, nobody’s going to care.”
“I’m sure that won’t happen.” I comforted, kissing her forehead. “I know how hard you’ve worked for this.”
Friday night we dropped the kids at Reyna’s parents for the weekend and prepared for the band contest.
She was actually excited. “It’s been so long, I’ve missed this so much.” She grinned, fidgeting in her seat waiting for the first band to take the stage.
“Am I going to have to sedate you?” I chuckled.
“Probably.” She giggled.
Their band was fourth. The first band was, to be kind, horrible. Scrap metal in a dryer would have sounded better. It might be a very long night.
Just before the second band started, Jeff came out. He looked panicked, his eyes scanning the crowd. Finding me, he took off towards me.
I saw him approaching. “Man, you look worried, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“Just a bad case of nerves.” He grimaced. “Happens before every show.”
“You guys got this.” I assured. “If that first band was any indication, I could win this beating on a car fender with a hammer.”
Jeff laughed. “They were pretty bad weren’t they?”
“Skedaddle.” I grinned. “There’s a band back there that needs you.”
The second band was just finishing by the time I found a good seat. They were good, maybe some competition after all. The third wasn’t terrible, but I wasn’t really paying attention. My mind was reeling from the realization I was going to see my wife perform for the first time. I’d heard her sing before, around the house and when we were messing around, but not professionally. I just hoped she wasn’t as nervous as I was.