My Husband
It really is amazing how many secrets married people can keep from one another. I'm not talking about small stuff either, huge life altering secrets can be kept from loved ones with relative ease. I can't help but laugh at the countless husbands and wives who sternly insist that they know everything there is to know about their partner. Usually, those that are the most confident in the marriages are the ones who are slapped with the biggest jaw dropping revelations of them all.
My name is Sara and this is my little story.
My husband and I are both strong confident successful thirty year olds who pride ourselves on diligence and hard work. My husband Kevin was an aspiring fitness model when we met nearly ten years ago and over the last decade I've been right at his side as his career in the industry took off. After our wedding, Kevin and I decided to branch out and open a small fitness/tanning studio. With the help of Mike, Kevin's best friend and business partner, our studio took off and eventually grew to a small chain of four studios.
We had the world in our hands. With all the money coming in, Kevin and I indulged in lavish vacations, expensive cars and a dream house we built from the ground up. With the business basically running itself, Kevin re devoted himself to his physique. After getting in the best shape of his life, his modeling career had a resurgence. Being gorgeous and very proud of his Adonis like physique he even managed to be featured in Playgirl magazines 'Hung hometown hotties' spread.
I was young, happy and madly in love. I was also oblivious to what should have been obvious, hence the story you are reading.
It was the night of our tenth anniversary and I had the perfect evening planned. Kevin usually worked till six o'clock so I spent all day cleaning the house and cooking a huge dinner of his favourites.
The bathroom was still steamy as I stepped out of the shower and admired my wet naked body in the mirror. My tummy was firm and flat thanks to a strict diet and Kevin's advice in the gym helped my physique stay long lean and muscular. I cupped my breasts and gave my nipples a quick squeeze. Kevin had bought me breast implants as a birthday present years ago and the big round double D's were a perfect complement to my strong tanned physique. Like my husband, I wasn't shy or bashful about my body, I worked hard for my looks and I was very proud of the body that Kevin got to enjoy every night.
Six thirty had come and gone but Kevin had still not made it home. Growing anxious, I called his cell but got no answer. I called the front desk at our gym and even that went straight to the voicemail.
"Where could he be?" I muttered to myself, "Why would the gym be closed so early?".
At nine o'clock my frustrations turned to worry. I had left several messages at both numbers but still had no reply. Dinner had long since gone cold and I was sick of sitting around worried. I threw on a pair of old jeans and a tank top and decided to get to the bottom of things myself.
Our gym is just a few miles away from our house so the drive over didn't take more than ten minutes or so. Adding to my confusion, all the lights in the gym were off and the 'closed' sign was hung in the door. I saw Kevin's car parked out front and my heart slowed down a little bit, he couldn't be far from his car.
I tried the gym door but of course it was locked. I pressed my face into the glass and peeked inside. The lobby looked like it always did, except for two pairs of shoes on the otherwise empty rack near the desk. I immediatley recognized one of the pairs as Kevin's sneakers. Rummaging through my purse I found the spare keys I had for those rare days the front desk girl called in sick and I had to open the studio myself. I unlocked the door, entered the alarm code and stepped into the suspicious darkness.
I flicked on the front desk lights and the lobby lit up. I called Kevin's cell one last time and again I got no answer. I locked the front door behind me and started snooping.
The gym was kind of creepy with all the lights off. I've always been a little afraid of the dark so I was sure to hit the light switch of each room I entered. Slowly and silently I moved from floor to floor, all without any sign of my husband. After peeking into the women's only area I moved downstairs towards the showers and changing rooms.
Standing in the hall between the men's and women's showers, I listened long and hard. At first I thought my ears were playing tricks on me, but I was almost certain I could hear water running in the men's room. Having come so far already, I clutched my purse to my chest and entered the shower room.
The room was very steamy but not enough to obscure my vision. I moved past countless empty benches making my way towards the noise which had to be a running shower head.
I came around a corner and froze mid step. Just in front of me in the communal shower area were two naked bodies entwined on the floor. I instantly jumped back behind the corner, moving so fast I couldn't even get a good look at the bodies. I must have moved really fast because neither person made any indication that I had been noticed.
