I returned home and immediately opened up about everything that happened that night at the gym with Coach Nice. I wasn't sure what I expected from my wife -- maybe anger or disappointment, I guess. Angry that I broke our trust, angry that I wasn't strong enough to keep him off of me, disappointed she couldn't watch. Surprisingly it was the complete opposite. She gave me the most amazing after care. Running me a bath and requesting every intimate detail of the night.
As I replayed the steps of the events. I witnessed my wife become more aroused as the story unfolded for her. Right as I was relieving the moment of him pulling out and ejaculating all over my stomach my wife too reached her own orgasm. It was unique I loved watching her pleasure and openness. She even spoke on the sexual tension that has been building between her and a co-worker. She asked if she could act on it. I agreed as long as she reciprocated by sharing every little detail of their encounter. She smiles and kisses me deeply.
Our kiss is interrupted by the sound of an incoming message. My wife retrieves my phone from the bathroom sink, turning the phone to my face to reveal the sender:
Coach Nice.
I dry my hands on the towel above my head and open the message, finding it very direct and to the point. The message says
"Here's the location of tomorrows meetup. Also, here is the safe word: Advent. If you think you will need it don't even bother showing up."
My wife's voice disrupts my focus, inquiring, "What did it say?" I reply, "He provided a safe word and mentioned not showing up if I think I might need it."
"Damn that's sexy" My wife says like a horny house wife. I shoot her the side eye, confused. Why is she so excited when this is clearly outside of my comfort zone. I don't know this man and he is taking me to some address I've never been to before. Throwing out things like safe words.
I've never needed a safe word. What could he be possibly be into.
I'll follow you; she states.
With a raised eyebrow. You'll what?
I'll follow you to the location. I won't be seen. I'll keep an eye on you If you feel like you need help through up the warning sign and I will intervene.
Warning sign? What's the warning sign?
I don't know start doing jumping jacks, my wife said jokingly
Seriously safe words, warning signs, this is all crazy.
"Hey babe, this is exactly what we talk about every night. Now it's in your face and you're going to throw it away? Because you're scared."
"Scared? I've never been scared."
"Well, you seem pretty scared to me." My wife teases.
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Without saying anything, I turn my attention to the text message and reply, "I'll be there." Flipping the phone around for her to see, she smiles, kisses me on the forehead and sashays out of the bathroom. I removed myself from the tub and followed behind her. As I make my way to the bed, I lie there, and contemplate how not to back out over the week.
The week flies by faster than I expected. It's now Wednesday morning. I get in my car and my wife in hers. I send her the address and I leave ahead of her as to not appear like we are arriving together. I send Coach Nice a message, letting him know that I am on the way and will be there shortly.
Coach Nice didn't respond to my message. I wonder if he changed his mind. I begin to question if I should show up at all. What am I even doing?
Even so, I continue to this unfamiliar destination, submerging myself in the music to drown out my nerves.
A few songs go by and I've arrived at the location. It's an alluring state park that contains a 10-mile flat hike. I instantly feel a rush of calm as I notice several cars in the parking lot and quite a few happy hikers roaming around.
I take out my phone to call my wife, saying," Hey, I think I'll be alright. We are at Varner Park there's tons of people here. I guess we are just hiking today. If you want you can head back, I think I will be fine."
"That's perfect Jason actually just messaged and asked if I would join him for coffee." Jason is her coworker she informed me about.
"Perfect. Enjoy. Wish me luck; this is a 10-mile hike."
"Good luck, you got this babe. Show him who's in charge."
We exchange our I love you's and I hop out of the car, searching for Coach.
I expect him to be on time after all of the shit he gave me for being late last week. I hear someone shout from the beginning of the trail, "Are you looking for me?"
I turn towards the sound of his voice and see him waiving at me. I smile and walk over towards him. He seems to be in great spirits this morning, a lot more upbeat than how he was when I last met him in the boxing gym.
He's very hot and cold; I never know what I am going to get. But today, I am happy to get the nice Coach Nice. I walk up to him and he greats me with a smile asking how have I been since we've last met.
"Great! I say almost as If not wanting to address what happened the last time we met."
"Yes, you looked like you recovered well from our last encounter."
Encounter, what we did was a little more than an encounter. I thought to myself, pensive.
"It took a few days, but yes, I bounced back."
"Hmm, maybe you could have handled more," he remarks before walking past me and proceeding on to the trail.
"More!" I think of how I could barely stand that night. Driving home was hardly manageable. Why did I even show up here today? This man broke me down in ways I never thought possible.
Why am I here?! Yet I find myself following behind him, struggling to keep up with his fast past. His strides are long. His one to my two. "Hey slow down what's the rush?"
He abruptly stops and I bump into the back of him.
He turns around and looks me in my eyes and says you're leading now.
Fine, I proceed to head back on the trail, he grabs me before I can make it past him.
That way. Motioning his finger to the left
That's not a part of the trail.
"So, you only stick to places where the path is laid out for you. You don't venture off the beaten path?"
I turn to the left and make my way through the brush.
Although this path was not as distinguished as the trail before. I can see that this path has been followed before, not by many, but we definitely aren't the first. I follow the trail slowly, never once rushed by Coach Nice. I can hear his footsteps close almost making me too nervous to turn around.
I stop
"Why did you stop?", He questioned.
"You can lead?" I say under my breath.
"I'm sorry say that again" he says with a mocking tone almost as if to show me a lesson. To never question his ability to lead. To learn my place.
I step to the side and brace myself against the tree behind me to let him ahead of me.
Before making his way past he stops right in front of me and turns to me to say "You think I can handle this from here?"
"Yes", I say quietly.
"Yes what?"
And there it was the hot and cold. I can't keep up. It's like as soon as he has me to himself, he became the Coach Nice I encountered a week ago.
Yes Coach, I say with a shameful voice, knowing I should have never come out here with him. I let my wife talk me into this. Now all l can think about is that she probably skipped the coffee and went straight to chocking on Jason's dick in the front seat of his car. I can admit the thought of what my wife could be doing right now aroused me and helped to release some of the frustration brought on by Coaches hot and cold demeanor.
I snap out of it when I am commanded to follow him deeper into the woods and further off the main trail.
I reluctantly follow behind hoping this will be over soon enough. Unlike coach I packed a small bag with water and two protein bars. Coach had a large bag as if he were preparing to camp here for the night.
What's in the bag?
"You never know what you'll run into out here." He says
"Is that all you got?" He says sarcastically, eyeing my small fanny pack.
"I didn't know what we were getting into."
"Yeah, you never asked"
"Well, I have a question now, what are we doing here and how is this related to boxing?"
"You need to be pushed to your limits"
"What are you going leave me in the woods and make me find my way back." I say jokingly
He never responded
