Why I agreed to take a group fitness class with my wife was beyond me. Our marriage was on the rocks. We hadn't had sex in more than a year. I wanted to spend LESS time with her, not more.
At the gym's reception counter my tune changed when I received a warm smile from a cutie in her twenties with a healthy pair of lungs. I studied the name tag pinned above her left breast: Betsy.
"How ya doing?" she said.
"Doing good, Betsy," I said, my private parts suddenly feeling cramped in my gym shorts. "We're here for the group workout?"
Betsy pointed somewhere off in the distance, but my eyes stayed glued to the snug tee-shirt hugging her large, taut nipples. "The instructor'll meet you over there in a couple minutes."
Reluctantly I tore my gaze from her chest to notice a man and woman standing next to a rack of medicine balls.
She gave me a big grin. "Enjoy the class!"
What I wanted to enjoy was having Betsy peel off her shirt and brush her milk-jugs across my face.
I knew everyone received that sexy smile, but being a middle-aged fart (I was 46), I took it personally.
"You're disgusting," my wife said as we walked toward the medicine ball couple. "Drooling over someone young enough to be your daughter!"
"Well I guess it's a good thing we don't have children then, isn't it?"
She gave me her usual look of indignation.
At the medicine ball rack, the man waved. "You guys here to be tortured too?"
My wife and I gave a perfunctory laugh.
"I guess," I said.
He extended his hand. "I'm Arnie."
"Luke," I said, glad he wasn't one of those knuckle-crunching handshakers. His pasty complexion and spare tire eliminated any chance of him being confused with a gym rat. Next to him, I looked positively buff.
"My wife, Lucy," I said.
"This is my little woman, Kate," said Arnie. "She's trying to lose some of her extra baggage."
At first glance, Arnie's wife was a standard issue, frumpy middle-aged housewife who'd let her figure go to hell. Her olive skin coloring suggested southern European genes.
Amused at his attempt to be funny at his wife's expense, Arnie laughed until he had to wipe away tears. Kate's face turned crimson and she dropped her eyes to the floor.
After her husband's comment, I gave her a closer look. Yes, she was a little heavy, but she had a large-boned frame, and the weight was distributed in all the right places. I could see my initial assessment had been incorrect and her husband's comment mean-spirited. Especially to someone who'd been celibate for more than a year, Kate looked sensuous.
"Nice to meet you," I said. When we shook hands, her large boobs jiggled. She had a smile waiting when my eyes finally met hers.
"Thanks," she said.
"So glad I'm not the only one who's a little overweight," said Lucy, who like Arnie, carried a good-sized spare tire.
Her giggle told me she was impervious to Kate's frown. Even Arnie seemed perturbed.
"You'll have to excuse my wife," I said, before she could do further damage. "Words have a way of slipping out of Lucy's mouth before she's had a chance to edit them."
Lucy's eyes shot daggers my way. "Don't embarrass me!"
"Right," I said. "You don't need my help in that department."
Before our exchange could escalate, our instructor appeared.
Like the four members of her class, she looked to be in her forties with twinkling eyes that conveyed mischief. Her halter top exposed a good portion of her boobs, and a pair of skin-tight leggings showed off shapely legs and a round butt.
She brushed aside a strand of light brown hair from her forehead. "Hey everyone, I'm Jessica, and I'll be leading the class."
All of a sudden, going to the gym got even better.
After introductions, Jessica teamed me with Arnie and went over the first set of exercises.
"You ready for this?" said Arnie, as we walked to the rope machines.
"I guess."
"Okay, people," said Jessica. "Ready, set, go!"
I pulled on a heavy rope that was looped around a pulley system. To my chagrin, after only thirty seconds my arms grew weak.
Lucy and Kate did what Jessica called 'goblet squats.' Holding a dumbbell with both hands around one end, they stuck out their butts as they squatted, elbows touching knees.
From a distance, Kate's butt looked inviting to me in its fullness. Then again, I'd always viewed women with a little meat on the bone as more desirable than the stick figure models I saw on the covers of Lucy's fashion magazines.
Kate's thighs were thick, but shapely. When they trembled as she held herself in the full squat position, my filthy mind envisioned them wrapped around my waist as I fucked her senseless.
At the end of the first set of exercises, we took a thirty-second water break. Arnie and Lucy looked like cardiac candidates, red-faced and gasping for air. I felt tired but not wiped out.
Kate's tank top had absorbed enough perspiration that it clung to her breasts, emphasizing their pear shape as well as their generous proportion. She smiled when she saw me looking her way and I wondered why I hadn't noticed her thick, sensuous lips and dark eyes.
By the second water break, all of us were basket cases.
"Jesus Christ," Arnie said to me in a low voice, wiping sweat from his forehead. "She's killing us."
"I heard that!" said Jessica, grinning. "No pain, no gain, am I right?"
I glanced again at Kate, just in time to see her sweep strands of long, black hair from her face. It seemed every time I looked at her I found a quality that made her appearance more desirable.
**
The class met on Tuesdays and Thursdays mornings. Arnie and Kate were doing warmups when my wife and I arrived on Thursday. Kate wore a different tank top. This one made her look sexier because it showed some cleavage.
As I did my own warmups, my eyes occasionally drifted to Kate. One time I caught her bent over in a stretch. A good portion of her boobs overflowed the cups on her tank top. As I ogled her, she caught my gaze and again gave me a smile.
The exercises became a little easier to do the following week. Because of the proximity of our spouses, I limited my interactions with Kate to gawking at her body. Besides her breasts, I fell in love with her shapely thighs and full ass-cheeks.
Although I'd often thought about it, I'd never cheated on Lucy in the twenty-some years we'd been together. Now I realized I didn't know how to approach a woman without looking foolish or aggressive.
Jessica was quite the flirt. She seemed to find reasons to 'correct' my form or posture. In so doing, her boobs often rubbed against my shoulder or arms.
My wife complained more and more about the class. She resented the attention Jessica gave me. The exercises weren't getting any easier for her and it bothered her that Kate was in so much better shape than she was.
A week later, on a Thursday, I found myself alone with Kate for the first time. Jessica hadn't arrived yet and Arnie and Lucy were both using the restrooms.
Kate moved so close to me that I could see beads of sweat disappearing between her breasts. When she caught me gawking at her boobs, she gave me a big smile. "I wish my husband looked at me the way you do."
"I'm sorry, I don't--"
"--no! That's okay. It makes me feel good."
She touched my arm. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to be married to someone who hardly ever looks at you?"
A thrill raced down my spine, making me realize how touch deprived I'd become. Lucy and I never touched each other, and any accidental contact was followed by an apology.
Kate's touch felt erotic. She might just as well have grabbed my cock.
My racing heart made it difficult to speak. "I do."
