A year has passed since my encounters with Darryl and Carter. I haven't seen them since. If Darryl was sent by his boss to cut the grass on my property, he did it before I arrived home from work.
In the first few weeks, I used the anal vibrator 2-3 times a week, but the frequency decreased over time. I used it once a month on average in the last several months.
Sex with my pretty wife has improved. Upon her return from Hawaii, the first several times we had intercourse, I was kissing her, playing with her perky tits, and licking her. Alice was comfortable with vaginal penetration using any position and liked to receive as well as give orally. Anal sex was not her favorite, but when she was highly aroused, she enjoyed it and even orgasmed a couple of times.
Still, now and then, I fantasized about Darryl and Carter.
Later on, I began imagining Alice and I participating in a threesome with another guy, preferably black. Knowing she'd never go for it, I didn't mention it to her. Despite enjoying the two of us having sex together, even after years of marriage, she preferred sex in the dark. She was too conservative to accept another person into our love life.
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It was springtime. Alice complained she gained 3 lbs during the winter and needed to start exercising. I weighed myself and realized I gained 5 lbs. It was time to register at the nearby health/fitness club. One Saturday morning, we checked it. It was a large facility with many different exercise machines, tennis courts, outdoor and indoor pools, and private areas for men and women with wet and dry saunas and a jacuzzi.
We liked the place. It wasn't cheap, but I could easily afford it with my salary as a successful gynecologist.
Alice and I decided to play tennis every Tuesday evening; at other times, each would do as he/she wanted. I used the treadmill and elliptical the first few times for 10 minutes. I didn't know anybody and could concentrate on my exercises without interruption.
On Tuesday evening, we reserved a tennis court for 8 pm. A neighbor agreed to babysit our kids. Both of us played tennis when we were younger. Starting again at our age was weird, but we were determined to try. Actually, for the first time, we did better than expected. We finished after an hour, tired and sweaty but happy with our game. The following Tuesday evening, our game improved, and I began watching players on other courts for comparison and tips.
Two evenings later, I went to the club, exercised on the treadmill for 20 minutes, and took a break. I sat near the tennis court and watched the players. On the court near me, I saw two guys playing. One was a 5'10" white guy in his 30s. On the other side was a black guy in his early 40s, 6'3", 220 lbs. It was apparent the black guy was much better. He glided effortlessly on the court, and his perfect return strokes neutralized everything the white guy hit him with without difficulty. He had a rugged face with a constant smile. His physique and how he moved reminded me of Darryl, although he was much older and more massive. Suddenly, the adventures I had with Darryl came back to me.
I returned to the exercise room and continued my elliptical and rowing machine workout routine. After half an hour, I stopped and went to the showers. The black guy stood under the pouring water. I moved to the one before him and enjoyed the hot water while ogling his body. His chest, arm, and leg muscles looked as if sculpted by an artist. The dangling long cock was enticing... His body looked like that of a 30-year-old, but his face suggested older age. A short time later, he left. I finished soaping, washed myself, and, as usual, went to the wet sauna.
The only person in the foggy room was the black guy. He was sitting on the upper shelf, leaning on the wall, his towel beside him. He gazed at me, and, with a gruff voice, asked, "Mister, are you following me?"
"Of course not. It was a coincidence we ended up in the sauna at the same time."
He smirked, "Are you sure? I saw you staring at me during a tennis game, ogle my genitals in the shower, and now we are both naked here. What would YOU think if you were me?"
I stuttered, "I am sooorry. It was not iiintentional. I can leaave if you want to be alooone."
He grinned, "Mister, you don't have to run away. I just want you to admit that you did it."
I lowered my head, "Yes, I did." I peeked again at his soft hanging tool.
He smiled, "Are you gay?"
"I don't think so. I am married with children."
His deep voice echoed in the small room, "It doesn't mean much. And I see you continue staring at my cock every couple of seconds. Do you like black cocks?"
