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Mr. Sawyers was the first man that I cheated with. I wasn’t out looking for someone. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I had just confirmed that my husband was cheating on me and probably had been for three years. The private detective that I hired gave me a portfolio of pictures and phone recordings. Yeah, I had him do it right, if not legally.I had copies of emails and texts. Photos of my husband and his lover in clubs and even hotel rooms. Explicit photos. Don’t ask me how my detective got them. I guess he was just that good. I certainly paid him enough. There were pictures of him with his dick in her mouth in the back seat of his car. Texts that left no doubt. Emails that would convict a mob boss. It wasn’t always like that. The first two years of our marriage were great. Sex every night. No, I mean every night. We did it everywhere. In the car. On the city bus. I even gave him a handjob under the table at the Tupelo Honey Restaurant on Pentagon Row. They don’t even have tablecloths there. He came in my hand while the waiter was setting our platters on the table. The waiter, alarmed, asked if everything was okay. I answered, “Yeah, he has epilepsy. It’s just a minor seizure. He has them all the time.”We laughed and fucked all night after that. So many nights like that in the beginning but it ended so abruptly. Late nights at work. Out-of-town conferences. He made the money so I never doubted his word. I gave him plenty of patience because he was tired after so many hours at work. I never even suspected that he was fucking around.My suspicions started one Saturday morning when he got out of bed early after his phone beeped a text. I blinked my eyes open as he was reading it by the window, “Everything okay, honey?” I asked, seeing his smile and his thumbs typing out a response.Cutting his eyes at me, his smile disappeared, replaced by a frown, “Yeah, no. I have to go to work.”“On a Saturday?”“Uhm, Yeah,” he stuttered, “New client.”“All day?”“Ah, not sure,” he answered dismissively, “Could be.”He left in a hurry. No kiss. Later that evening, he came in, his tie undone and hanging outside his collar. His hair was messed up and his shirt was untucked. I watched him over top of the book I read on the sofa. He walked past, not even noticing me, and straight to the shower. Pushing the door open, I saw his clothes piled on the floor and his phone on the vanity. The shower door was covered in condensation and the steam obscured my view. I took his phone and tried to open it. His passcode had been changed. Setting his phone back where I got it, I dropped my robe on the floor and joined him in the shower. At first, he didn’t notice, his back to me and his head under the stream. I slid my hand from his side to his chest.“Fuck,” he said with a start, “You scared the shit out of me.”I had my arms around him and my head rested on his shoulder, “I missed you today.”“Yeah?” He asked as I let one hand slide to his cock, “Well I had to go to work.”Normally, he would be instantly hard. I squeezed and stroked him under the steamy water. My breast was pressed to his back, my nipples erect and sliding on his skin. Cupping his balls with one hand and stroking him with the other, I felt something different. I was disappointed when he turned to get a towel. My hand slid over his pubic area and I could tell he was shaven. He had never done that before. Leaving me alone in the shower, he dried and left the room. I stood in disbelief. It wasn’t later than five o’clock. No way he could be that tired. Walking into the bedroom, drying my hair, I asked, “When did you shave?”“I shave every morning,” he answered, “You know that.”“I meant your pubes, silly,” I smiled, “I like it.”“Oh. I was just trying it out.”“So when did you do it?” I pressed.“At lunch today,” he answered, a little annoyed at my questioning, “I got a wax at the mall.”“Oh. Did it hurt?”“Like a son of a bitch,” he said, pulling his house pants on.“You want me to do it too?”“Up to you,” he said dismissively, turning to leave me standing in the bedroom alone. Bewildered, I stood looking at the open door. Still hoping to get his attention, I grabbed a pair of my tiniest black panties and nothing else. Looking in the mirror, I tossed my damp hair into the mess that he always liked then followed him to the living room. He was on the couch texting when I sat beside him but he put the phone away quickly. I turned to him, one knee on the couch and my other foot on the floor, legs spread and my finger tracing his shoulder, “Would you like it if I got my pussy waxed?”“If you want to,” he answered, fooling with the television remote. I turned toward the TV and covered myself with one of the couch pillows, my legs drawn up in a fetal position. Sitting in silence with a million things running through my mind. I wondered if he was mad at Üsküdar Escort me about something. I tried to blame his preoccupation on a thousand different things but I knew. I didn’t admit it to myself but I knew. For two and a half years I let it go on that way. I went from self-pity and frustration to anger and resentment. Why did he stay if he didn’t love me? Why didn’t he just divorce me and be done with it? I knew he went through three different lovers. I could tell when he was with a new one. The first one, he shaved his pubes. The second, a mustache. The third one he got his ears pierced. I never pressed him about all his philandering. I just played it cool, as pissed as I was becoming. It took me a while to understand why he kept me around, stringing me along. I didn’t want to admit it. Hell, I was still in love with him. He was good to me at first. Good looking and he took care of himself. Always in shape and well groomed. And his cock. I’ll always miss that part of him. Long and thick, he knew how to use it. But two and a half years without it or even a kiss in the morning or at night. It gets to you. I was still young. I still had needs of my own. Still, that first time with Wilson Sawyers had its effect on me. My moods, although I kept them to myself, swung back and forth. Guilt flooded my mind yet I masturbated with the thought of him just minutes later. I cried and felt ashamed of what I had done but just minutes later I couldn’t hold back my smile at his memory. I needed a distraction. That’s what led me to Terry.I didn’t have to join the gym. I was already a member. I just hadn’t gone since that New Year’s resolution that made me join. It was probably my worst desperation move but I did it. I thought it would be my last chance to save my marriage. ‘Get in shape,’ I thought, ‘That will get his attention.’Four weeks in and I could see some improvement. I had lost eight pounds and my ass was firming up nicely. I was feeling good about myself. Alone at home, I spent too much time posing in the full-length mirror in my bathroom. The weight that I lost left my waist slim and my abs were beginning to cut through. Even my arms began to look like one of those fitness models.My husband, unfortunately, did not seem to notice. I worked my ass off for him but to no good results. I was beginning to get angry. It had been weeks since that day with Mr. Sawyers and he hadn’t even noticed my car had been gone for the two weeks that it had been at the body shop. That’s when I decided to hire the detective. If for no other reason, I would have evidence when it came to divorce. The gym was my new home. Even though my husband paid me no attention, I was getting stronger and stronger. I’m not just talking about physically. My anger drove me. It gave me a new perspective. With no conceit, I will say that I looked good. My body was gorgeous and I’ve always been pretty. To hell with him if he couldn’t see it. Other men could and did. The mirrors at the gym weren’t just for admiring myself but I could see who else was admiring me as well. There was one man in particular at the gym. He seemed always to be there. Tall and muscular, with blond streaks of grey hair. Older than me but that seemed to be what I was becoming attracted to. He had a wide chest and broad shoulders that were rounded and cut. I found myself posing to get his attention. Even when I was not at the gym, he would be in my thoughts. I would picture him, strong and cut, while I showered. My eyes closed as I leaned against the cool marble wall, the hot, steamy water pelting my body. In my fantasy, he pressed me to that shower wall, his hands exploring my body, touching places that my husband no longer would. He filled my thoughts when I would lie in bed alone, the warm linen sheets tangled over me. I pretended that my hands were his when I touched myself. My head slowly rolled side to side when my fingers gently pinched at my erect nipples. A sigh would escape with my breath when I slowly pushed my hands between my thighs, caressing the skin when I spread my legs. I pictured him mounting me, pushing his cock into my sex, filling me, and stretching me. I wondered if he would be long and thick like my husband. Would he be gentle or rough? Another sigh and a soft moan when my fingers slid over my pussy lips, pressing them together and massaging the wet folds of my sex, pretending that it was him.I thought of his tongue when my finger circled my clitoris, wet and warm, his breath gently washing over my pussy. My imagination was explicit, sending tremors up my spine when I thought of his five o’clock shadow between my legs, grating roughly on the skin of my thighs. I felt the firm musculature of his back with the soles of my feet, my legs draped over his broad shoulders. I felt his tongue (my fingers) push Üsküdar Escort Bayan between the wet outer lips of my pussy, tasting my juices. His fingers caressed my hips and my sides, sliding up my body to squeeze my breasts. My nipples, so erect and acutely sensitive, tightened when he gently pinched them. I don’t remember leaving the shower or drying my body. I don’t even remember walking to my bed but when I recovered from the throes of my self-induced orgasm I was lying atop the quilted comforter on the foot of my king-sized bed. My heart pounded and my breathing was deep. It was all so real and so hot. Real enough to me that I opened my eyes to see if he would still be with me. Disappointed, even as my orgasm dissipated like a soft summer breeze, I was alone. Smiling to myself, I nursed on the tip of one finger, thinking of how hot my fantasy made me. I felt the damp evidence of my naughty dream between my legs, soaking into the comforter. I should get dressed and put the damn thing in the washer. ‘Fuck it,’ I thought out loud, stretching lazily on the soft bed. Yeah, I eventually got up and dressed, taking the comforter to the washroom and replacing it with a fresh one. I had the rest of the day to do nothing. I was bored, knowing hubby was out doing his thing with whomever the hell he was seeing now. Yeah, I had been to the gym already and had taken a shower but what else was I going to do. I could sit here and think about my husband, feeling sorry that his love for me had died. I could think of new ways to resurrect his love but three years’ worth of trying had not worked. I could kill the rest of the day thinking of the man at the gym. That would be fun but I really didn’t want to be alone. Fuck. I was dressed and in the car before I really decided to go.When I pulled into the nearly deserted parking lot and walked to the door, gym bag in hand. It was after hours so I had to use my keycard to enter. A bit of confusion after the second swipe and the door wouldn’t open. I saw someone moving around so I tapped on the door. I recognized him when he was unlocking the door.“Oh, hey,” he smiled, “You didn’t get the email I take it.”“Email?”“Yeah,” he answered, “I’m going to be closed tonight in order to install a few new machines.”“Oh,” I said, a bit of disappointment in my voice, “I didn’t check emails this afternoon.”“You going to use the treadmills?” He asked, “That’s what you normally do right?”“I was hoping to.”After looking around the parking lot, he told me to come on in and that he would be on the other side of the gym anyway. He walked me to the treadmills and turned on just one row of lights, “How’s that?” He asked with a friendly smile.“Are you sure it’s okay? I mean. I’m not going to get you in trouble am I?”“Trouble?” He laughed.“You know. With the boss.”Another laugh and then he reassured me, “Nah, I know him personally. It’s my gym. I am the only boss. Hell, I’m the chief bottle washer and potato peeler.”“Oh,” I said, extending my hand and introducing myself, “I’m just making your day longer and your job harder then.”“I have to admit,” he smiled again, “I knew your name. I’m Terry Bronson.”“From membership records,” I nodded, “Good to meet you too.”“You’ve been pretty dedicated for the last, what, a month now?”“Yeah,” I answered, still shaking his hand, “I’m on a mission.”“Well, if you don’t mind my saying, you are making some real gains.”“Thank you,” I said, finally letting his hand go, “I’m glad someone has noticed.”An awkward pause and he continued, “At the risk of sounding strange, I’ve been watching your progress. You’ve probably dropped, what, ten pounds?”“Eight.”He nodded, “Your tone has really improved too. What’s your goal?”I thought better than to tell him that I was trying to attract the attention of my husband. An effort that I had all but abandoned, “I just want to be the best me that I can.”“You are doing a great job,” he said, “If you want any help, you know, if you hit a wall or something. I’m always here.”“I really appreciate that,” I answered, suddenly very aware of my wedding ring.With Mr. Sawyers, it was an off-the-cuff, spur-of-the-moment thing. I wasn’t out looking for it. This time was different. I came to the gym hoping that he, Terry, would be here. Now that we were alone, I was having trepidations. Another awkward moment of obvious attraction, we stood looking at each other.“You better get to work on your equipment,” I suggested, smiling inside at the innuendo, “I’ll be right here if you need any help.”“I may have to take you up on that,” Terry said, catching the aspersion of my quip.I dropped my gym bag next to a bench and climbed onto the treadmill. Terry turned with a big grin and walked through the dark gym to his work. I watched him fade into the distance, his strong silhouette passing under dimly lit Escort Üsküdar fixtures, revealing the muscularity of his shoulders and legs. I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his left calf. From a distance, it resembled an anchor with a rope coiled around it. I wondered if it held meaning to him or if it was just a tough guy thing. Either way, it was sexy. Shaking him from my head, I started my second workout of the day. Encouraged by Terry’s observations and comments, I set the treadmill on a steeper angle and a faster pace than usual. About fifteen minutes into my run, I pulled my top over my head and dropped it on my gym bag, running without pause. It wasn’t at all unusual for women to be in a sports bra during workouts here so it was all good. I watched myself in the mirror and saw that my breasts, nearly flat, didn’t have much bounce. My nipples, on the other hand, were erect and very obvious. Terry walked by, passing behind me, on his way to retrieve some tool or other, “Push hard.”I gave a thumbs up, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I caught him looking at me as he walked past, checking out whatever part of my body. He knew that he was busted when he looked at my eyes in the mirror. I gave him a smile that told him that I didn’t take offense. Hell, I was doing the same thing to him just a few minutes ago. My body perspired and my clothes were getting soaked. I would need a shower after this for sure. After the indicator told me that I had run six miles, I backed off the speed and incline, slowing the belt for a cool-down jog. That is when the sweat really started to drip. Five more minutes then I stepped off the machine. Terry was still banging away at his weight machine assembly so I thought I would walk over to see his progress. I stood behind him for several minutes admiring his strength and skill. It looked as though he would shortly finish when he noticed me.“Oh, hey,” he said, “Do you need something.”The answer in my head did not match the answer that I gave him, “No, I was just watching a master at work. I guess I’m going to go. I need to shower soon.”“You’re welcome to use the showers here,” he said, “You paid for a membership and that’s included.”“That’s not a bad idea,” I admitted, “I don’t usually use the showers here but there isn’t anyone else in there.”“You too modest?” He smiled.I shook my head with a smile of my own, “I’d say more self-conscious. I am funny that way.”“Well, you look great,” he said, “Probably better than most women here. You work harder than most of the guys.”“So you’ve been watching me.”“Is that too weird?”I shook my head again with a laugh, “No. Im flattered.”He shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head, “If I were twenty years younger, you would have to fight me off.”“I appreciate the compliment,” I said, “But to be honest, you look as good as any man here. I just hope that twenty years from now I can look as good.”“Eat right, stay active,” he advised, “Never let anyone tell you that you’re not beautiful.”“Good advice,” I nodded, “Does that also come with the membership.”“Hell no,” he laughed, “You owe me extra for that.”“Damn,” I laughed, “I’m broke. We will have to work something out.”“Married?” He asked, nodding at my ring hand. I took a long look at my wedding band, fiddling it around with my thumb before answering, “Kinda.”With a sideways look, he asked, “Kinda?”I shrugged, “It’s complicated.”“He’s fucking around and you are feeling neglected.”It was like a punch in the stomach, “I guess when you say it out loud,” I paused for a deep breath, almost sobbing, “It isn’t all that complicated.”Terry put his tool down and stood offering a hug as my body seemed to wilt and tears started to streak my face. His arms wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me close, embracing me and telling me to let it out. I rested my head on his strong chest, feeling the warmth of his hug and the strength of his arms. As I said, Mr. Sawyers was a spur-of-the-moment thing. A quick fuck just to feel something. I needed it so I took it when the opportunity presented. Terry was different. Yeah, I came here hoping to see him and let him see me while I worked out. But now, being in his arms, feeling the comfort of his embrace, I wanted it to last. I wanted all night. Shaking my head, I pushed him gently away, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”“No, it’s alright,” he said, offering a towel from a stack on the wall, “Look, go get a shower. I’m finished. We can grab a cup of coffee before you go home. Give you a chance to collect yourself.”“I don’t want to impose,” I said, wiping my tear-stained face, “Besides, your wife…”He held up his left hand to show me that there was no ring.“You’re not….”“Not even kinda.”We shared a laugh and I picked up my bag. He pointed the way to the showers and started gathering his tools. “I’ll hurry,” I said, turning to walk backward.“Take your time,” he waved, “I’m going to get one as well.”I turned around and walked through the dimly lit room to the locker room where I stripped my sweaty bra and yoga shorts. Ever since that day with Mr. Sawyers, I hadn’t worn panties. I did carry a pair with my extra clothes just in case.
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