Spending time at the gym was my new sanctuary. I could have time alone, push myself and not think about what my sex life had become. I mean, I loved Jen more than words, but this new direction our sex life had taken was doing my head in. So, an hour in the gym not dealing with any of it was what the doctor ordered.
Then my phone rang. I could see it was Jen, so I texted her back that I was in the middle of my workout. She texted back in all caps, "ANSWER THE PHONE..." I thought it must be an emergency, so the next time it rang, I picked up.
"Hey Jen, what's up? Everything ok?" I asked concerned.
"Yes..." and a pause. "Yes, but I need you to do something," she said mysteriously.
"Go on," I said, starting to get a little impatient. She knew this was my time.
She began again, "You know we talked about trying new things, right?"
My stomach knotted up, "Jen, you know this is my time. Why are you..."
"Evan, you are going to listen to me. You agreed to this," and was silent.
"Ok, what the fuck, Jen. Go ahead," I said exasperated.
"I need you to go find the fittest looking black guy in the gym. Then FaceTime me. Do NOT let me down, Evan." Then she hung up.
Jesus Christ. I knew what she was up to and it pissed me off... a little. I guess I did agree to "explore" this area. And I will admit, it also turned me on a little. I guess I was up for it.... Fuck, I don't know.
I stood there in the middle of this enormous LA Fitness facility and shook my head in disbelief. Finally, I wandered off scoping out.... Guys. For my girlfriend....
As I patrolled the free weight area, there was one guy that stood out. He was probably 6'3" and unlike most of the others, had a huge bulge in his shorts. Figured I'd start there. So, I walked over and introduced myself.
"Hey man. Sorry to bother you," I extended my hand. "My name is Evan."
He removed an ear bud and said, "Sorry, I couldn't hear you."
And as if it wasn't awkward enough already, my hand hovering in space, "Yeah, I'm Evan."
He reached out and took my hand with his huge mit, "Clay," he said, "need a spot or something?"
"In a manner of speaking," I said. "I want you to meet someone," which elicited a very odd look from the guy. I dialed Jen and her smiling face instantly filled the screen of my phone. Her long blonde hair hung loosely around her face and down the front of her chest. "Jen, this is Clay," I said and held the phone between us so he could see.
"Hi Clay," she smiled a perfect set of white teeth at him. "I was wondering if you saw anything here that you liked." As she spoke she moved the phone away. First, her perfect tits came into view, her hair not quite long enough to cover them. Then she slowly panned the phone down across her flat stomach and wide hips finally revealing her cleanly shaved pussy. I stole a glance at Clay. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open.
I looked back at the phone to see Jen move it around behind her perfect ass. Then she bent over to give us the rear view of her pussy, the lips parting just a little. Then she reached down between her legs with her other hand and started to play with herself. I could feel my dick getting hard and I had to concentrate to keep from embarrassing myself right there in the gym. Then she plunged her middle finger deep into her pussy and fucked herself with it for a few seconds. When she pulled it out a long sticky string of juice came with it. Then the phone came back around, and we were looking at Jen's face again while she licked her finger clean.
"Clay," she said in a low tone, almost a whisper, "I was wondering if you would like to come by for lunch."
Clay looked at me with a mixed expression, "Are you fucking with me, man?" he hissed, looking over his shoulder for another camera, presumably thinking he was being punked.
I replied slowly, "Ummm, no. No, I'm not. This is seriously not a prank. I kind of wish it was..." I trailed off.
"Who the fuck IS that?" Clay demanded.
"Well, Clay. That's my girlfriend," I said hesitantly. "It's a long story. Do you want to come over or not? You see what's waiting for you."
Still not sure, Clay said, "uhhhh, ok?" as more of a question than anything.
"Great," I said. "Follow me. You have a car here, right?" I asked.
He nodded, his mouth still hanging open. I headed for the door, and Clay was right behind me.
About 10 minutes later, we arrived at our apartment. I opened the back door and stepped inside. Jen came around the corner wearing nothing but a robe and a smile. "Hi Clay," she said. Giving me a quick wink she said, "Evan, you chose well," slowly touching his chest, and sliding her hand down his stomach and across his large package. "Oh my," she teased, then she took him by the hand. She walked him right past me and right down the hall into our bedroom. I followed.