Sometimes I get a crazy idea in my head. It will just pop in and I can't stop thinking about it. Big or small, it will rattle around in my brain non-stop until I do something. The idea that I got wasn't small, and I knew that had to act on it.
Kevin and I had been a couple for seven years, five of them living together. We were committed, not married, but might as well be. The check-box "other" on relationship questions was the one we always marked. We'd met during a mud run. That's a race where participants run five or ten kilometers through all kinds of obstacles like ice water, pools of muck, even live electrical wires. We do it for fun. Then as well as now, we're kind of nuts about exercise and being in shape. We work out every day, eat nothing but health foods, and pay very careful attention to our weight. We even did a little bit of competitive body building at one time, but stopped because we didn't want the muscle-bound appearance that it takes to win prizes. Looking good, and more importantly feeling good, is our thing.
I'm a five-foot-six, blonde, with 34 D breasts, no cellulite or love handles, a real turn on for Kevin. He likes for me to walk around our house naked, just so he can look at me. Likewise, me watching him without any clothes on is hot. He's taller than me, five-foot-ten and weighs 170 pounds. He has very little body hair, so it's easy to see his muscles ripple with every step. I especially love looking at his ass. That's the best, watching his cheeks clench as he moves about. And I love it when he fucks me missionary style. We have a mirror over our bed, just so I can watch his butt flex as thrusts into me. I'm absolutely crazy about how we look when we have sex.
My best friend in the world is Andrea. We've known each other since high school. She was a chunky kid when she was young and got badly bullied about it. As an adult, she over compensates by being even more obsessive about food and exercise than me and Kevin. Andrea's body is damn near perfect, at least in my opinion. She has a slighter build than me, more ballerina-like, with long legs, narrow hips, and small breasts. Her neck is beautiful, and flows into shoulder and chest muscles perfectly proportioned to her size. Full pouting lips surround a wide mouth that's usually curled into an infectious grin, and long red hair tops her off. She is gorgeous and I've caught myself staring at her many times, just to drink in her image. Andrea was part of the thought that came unbidden into my head.
"How was your day today, Chris?" Kevin strode into our condo and dropped his gym back in the laundry room. We had been on opposite schedules and gone to the gym separately that day. He kissed me quickly on the lips then yanked open the refrigerator door. He was still a little sweaty after working out. His skin glistened in the kitchen lights and made my pulse speed up.
I ignored the flash of arousal. "Pretty good. Nothing special. Work was okay. No big projects on the horizon, just a bunch of account maintenance stuff to do. Since summer is almost here, there's not going to be much sales action for the next few months."
"How was the gym?" Kevin took a big swallow of the left-over smoothie that we'd made that morning.
"Good. I did five miles on the elliptical then lifted with Andrea." She and I often worked out together.
"How's she doing? I haven't seen her in a while."
"Good. She says hi." The intrusive idea tickled the inside of my brain. I wasn't ready to talk about it with Kevin, but it nagged and I knew that I'd have to doing something soon or I'd burst. "Go get a shower and I'll finish with dinner. Salmon okay with you?"
"Sounds excellent, but I'd much rather not be alone in there."
I slapped him on the butt, enjoying the feel of his ass, then pushed him out of the kitchen. "Maybe later, after we talk," I said. Ooops, I hadn't meant to let that slip out. He raised his eyebrow at me, but headed toward our bathroom without saying anything else.
Dinner was excellent. I scour websites for all kinds of recipes since I'm not a very creative cook. That evening I was very distracted and made a dish that we'd had many times before. Kevin and I were enjoying a glass of white wine when I reached across the table, clasped his hand, and took a deep breath prepared to reveal my irksome thoughts.
"Hey, whatever it is, the answer is yes," he said before I had a chance to open my mouth.
"Huh?"
"I know that you're about to ask me to do something, and my answer is yes."
"But you have no idea what I want."
Kevin locked eyes with me. "I trust you completely and would do anything for you. It doesn't matter what you're asking, as long as it's not impossible or illegal ... or too far out there," he added tilting his head. "My answer is yes."
I love Kevin to death, and what he just did was one of the many reason that I felt that way. I squeezed his hand and wondered just how far was "too far" for him. "If you really mean it," I said out loud.
"I really do."
The thoughts in my head went into overdrive.
I met Andrea for lunch the next day at our favorite health food spot. She plopped down across from me and tore open the lid of her salad. I had a protein shake and sipped at it nervously. I was about to set my outrageous scheme in motion and wasn't sure how my friend would react.
"I'll do it," Andrea said forking lettuce into her mouth.
It was déjà vu. Just as Kevin had done the night before, Andrea had answered my big question before I had a chance to ask it. "What?!"
"I know what you're going to ask me, and I'll do it."
"There is no way you know what I was going to ask."
