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Mike, 35 years old, 5' 11", 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, Anne's husband.
Anne, 34 years old, 5' 4", 105 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, Mike's wife.
From the last chapter
Anne turned to me and looked at me. She could hear the doubt and see it in my face. She came over and stood directly in front of me, staring up at me. "I love you and always will. You have nothing to be afraid of. Next Tuesday is your birthday, remember?" I nodded. "You usually take the afternoon off. When you do, you are going to come with me to my gym class and I will show you that you have nothing to worry about, okay?"
I leaned over and kissed her. "Okay." I felt better. She and I had a great relationship and I should never have entertained any other thoughts. Her sincerity actually shamed me a little for even considering it. "What time on Tuesday?"
She smiled. "2pm. We leave about 20 minutes before and you can ride with me."
"Okay." We hugged for a minute and then she attended to the crock pot. I felt much better and was not intrigued by my birthday 'visit' to her gym class.
The weekend was fairly normal except that Anne worked on Saturday morning on her book, reading and writing and editing. Then, about 1pm, she broke for lunch and attacked me. I had finished mowing the yard and was just out of the shower when she walked in naked and sexually assaulted me. Well, I'm not sure if you can call it sexual assault when it's a very, very willing man excitedly participating in sex after his wife walks in, drops to her knees, and sucks him to hardness. Her orgasms were again very strong and she moaned and talked more than normal. After we finished I had to ask about it. We were lying on the bed, her head on my chest cuddling.
"So, what was that all about?"
"What?" She grinned and tried to act offended, lifting her head to look at me. "A woman has to have a reason to attack her hunky husband and have sex?"
I laughed. "So I'm hunky now?"
She reached up and kissed me. "You always have been. I just haven't mentioned it too often. Male egos can get out of control so easy you know." She poked me in the ribs.
I chuckled. "Okay, then just tell me what got you so lit up? Have you been reading erotica again?"
She grinned. "Oh, yes. I just finished another story in a continuing saga about a woman who babysits for a couple and gets involved with both of them sexually, and then has a lesbian affair, and then gets married, and then meets up with them again and has sex with everyone. It was pretty well written and the writer is a woman. I think she's one of the best writers of erotica that I've ever read."
"Wow! That's quite an endorsement." I tried to act like I was thinking hard for a moment. "Hmmm. Can I get you some more of those?"
She laughed. "Yeah. You are reaping the benefits of that, all right."
"And you aren't? You are suddenly so talkative during sex, attacking me all the time, and having earth shattering orgasms."
She grinned. "Yeah, it really gets me worked up when erotica is well written. Are you complaining?"
"No. Never. Read more. Read it every day. Please." She laid her head on my chest. "What's this author's name?"
"Selena Kitt."
"She writes well?"
"Oh, yeah. Definitely an educated writer. She writes erotica, but very well. At times she even takes the plot of a familiar piece of literature and makes erotica out of it. She's good." She giggled. "And she makes me so hot for sex."
"I'm definitely going to ensure you get all her novels or send her a thank you note."
Anne hugged me. "Mmmm. Just let me rest here for a while."
We did and then the rest of the weekend was taken up with all those really, really exciting things... NOT! We did laundry, house cleaning, grocery shopping, etc. Yawn!
Finally, it was Monday and I managed to get thru the day. On Tuesday, I worked until lunchtime and then the office presented me with a birthday cake and we munched on that. I finally left around noon.
I arrived home at 12:30pm and was nervous about this gym class. Anne didn't say anything else about it, but a surprise for my birthday, revolving around her gym class? What was this about?
I had a quick lunch and went upstairs. Anne was already in her sweats. I asked her what I should wear. She looked at me and smiled. "It's on the bed."
I looked over at the bed and there were my basketball shorts, a t-shirt that I normally wear when working out or working in the yard, and a sweatshirt. Okay, pretty normal stuff. I walked over to my chest and opened the drawer for my athletic equipment. I had socks, jocks, etc. in this drawer. I pulled out a jock and Anne walked over to me. "You won't need that today."
I stared at her. "What? I can't be flopping around while working out."
She smiled and put her arms around my waist. "Do you trust me?"
I looked at her. "Well... I guess so."
"Good. Just put on what's there. All will be revealed in a little while."
I frowned at her. 'All will be revealed'... was that a Freudian slip? She refused to say any more and I put on what she asked. It felt weird to be loose under my shorts. I almost never went without something under my clothes.
"Okay, I'm trusting you, but this had better be good!"