The next morning John packed his lunch in a backpack and left an hour before work was due to start. He arrived 5 minutes early. His butt was sore, and legs were aching, but he wasn't puffed out. The first thing John did at work that morning was ring a battery shop and organise to get a new battery delivered. The current battery could be charged but it was 4 years old, and John knew that was not a bad run for a battery these days and it would only give further trouble if persisted with. He took his car home that night. The next day Johns butt and legs were feeling better so he decided that he would ride home from work and back in the following morning. This then became the pattern; he would ride home form work on Monday and Thursday nights and back in on Tuesday and Friday mornings. That gave him 4 rides a week. After a month he could cover the 8km in 40 minutes and two months later he was occasionally hitting 30 minutes, although he was starting to puff at this speed.
John was also walking 3 mornings a week, and he did some short bursts of running within those walks. Apart from getting puffed, he found that if he really pushed himself to run far, he would get sore joints. John decided that he needed something low impact to get his cardiovascular system working and settled on the idea of swimming. As it was winter the local outdoor pool was closed. The nearest indoor pool was 30 minutes' drive away but there was a slight hitch; John had never learnt to swim. As a child he hated the water. At school, swimming was compulsory, however John was always first out of the water and changed back into his clothes while the others continued their lessons; well, that was on the days when he hadn't 'forgotten' his bathers.
After a few enquiries John signed up for adult learn to swim lessons on Wednesday evenings. He thought there would be others like him, but the other students were either at least 20 years older or had English as a second language. 'I guess my generation all learnt to swim as a kid' John thought to himself. The instructor was very good. She had all the students using a kickboard, snorkel and flippers to get used to the idea of swimming. They would mainly kick but then stroke with one arm while the other held the kick board, following with the other arm. Sometimes they would have a foam 'peanut' between their legs to aid in flotation. They would also practise their breathing while stationary. Over time, it was all put together and soon John found himself able to swim the full 25m without any aids, totally puffed and needing a rest. He also learnt backstroke so he could do a freestyle lap and then a backstroke lap followed by a rest period.
The learn to swim class had come to an end. He could sign up for another 10 weeks but figured he had got the most out of his instructor and just needed to practise. John continued visiting the pool once a week but just grabbed a lane and did laps with lots of rest periods. By the end of spring, he could swim 500m in half an hour, alternating freestyle and backstroke. It was the breathing that was holding him back and the YouTube advice was that one just needed to swim more often, and the proper technique would develop with time. With the indoor pool so far away, it was a big time and money commitment to visit 3 times a week. Then John realised the local outdoor pool in his town would be opening the first week of summer.
Meanwhile, John was working on his running. It was only a five-minute walk to a local school that had a proper running track. That was the perfect warm-up period. He would leave at first light, partly because he wasn't sure if he was allowed to use the track; the gate was never locked and he often saw people playing on the basketball court on weekends, but the main reason was that John didn't like people seeing him run. He would complete four laps, running for the first 100m and walking for the next 300m. Over time he would increase the running distance until he could run a full lap, walking the next. Eventually John ran the full four laps and another 10 meters just so he could claim a full mile. Thoughts of Roger Banister entered his head but thinking of his swimming and cycling John decided that he wanted to complete a triathlon.
As the weather warmed up, John noticed more people out in the mornings, walking dogs, running and cycling. Compared to winter when he barely saw another soul, John thought they were all a bit weak, only coming out when it was warm. This was also confirmed on any day that it rained when John was again the only one out. He was committed to his exercise schedule. The other thing that John noticed when it got warm was the attire of the women. Yoga pants and sports bras were the norm, some didn't have the body for them, but a lot did.
The phrase 'Motorcycle, Maserati, marathon and mistress' entered Johns Head. 'Motorcycle, Chevrolet, Triathlon and Mistress' he thought. But then John thought of Nicole. She wasn't carrying the sexiest body, raising three children had its toll, but they had been married for over twenty years and been through a lot together. Those challenges tend to bring people together and they had a deep emotional connection. John wished that his wife would join him on his fitness journey, and she had mentioned the idea, but ultimately, she enjoyed the comfort of a sleep in. He thought what it would be like to have sex with one of these younger, fitter, sexier women and the thought aroused him quite a bit. 'Better think of something else before I get a tent in my shorts' he thought as he passed a very young sexy woman.
That night he asked Nicole if she wanted sex. They would have sex at least three times a week but John always instigated it. He tested her once or twice to see if she would instigate, a week later he gave in and asked her. Sex would nearly always start with a blowjob; however, Nicole had never let the cum enter her mouth. Earlier in their marriage it had hit her face, and she didn't like that, she appreciated that he always let her know when he was about to come by tapping her on the back. These days he never came from a blowjob as Nicole was always eager to have John enter her as soon as she thought he was hard enough. John often offered to return the favour and lick her pussy, but she always declined. In his whole life John had never eaten a woman out and it seemed that no amount of asking was going to change that.
In the past they had tried different positions. One that had worked well was rear entry, either prone or spooning. When spooning, John was able to caress Nicoles pussy with his fingers. The act of penetration combined with clitoral stimulation would give Nicole the wildest orgasms. This was the only time he was allowed to touch her down there, it seemed that she had to have a big hard cock inside her or she was too sensitive to be touched. John didn't quite understand, and Nicole refused to talk about it. Another thing that changed is her lingerie collection. She had grown out of it and refused to buy more. If John mentioned buying her some for a gift he was soon shot down and the conversation would be cut short.
Anyway, sex that night began as it always does with Nicole removing her pyjamas while under the sheets. John helped her with her bra strap and after a brief cuddle with Nicole on his right side she moved down and gave the most amazing blowjob. She would only put the knob of Johns six-inch circumcised cock in her mouth, but she would use her right hand to wank him. She had perfected the technique over time, but thinking back to the first time when they were dating, Nicole had always been a top-class cocksucker. John often wondered if she had got some tips out of a women's magazine and practised on a cucumber, or maybe it just came naturally to her. Thoughts of coming in her mouth entered John's head and he entertained the idea of coming without warning just so he could experience it once. Maybe she would like the taste, but even if not, she would forgive him eventually and his sex life would continue. Then, before he was ready to come, Nicole stopped, moved up and kissed John on the mouth, he kissed her back searching for her tongue with his.
"Get the KY," she said.
John grabbed the tube from his bedside draw and squirted some on his cock. Nicole rubbed it in for him and wiped her hand clean on his hairy balls. She lay on her back, opening her legs for him and he moved on top ready to enter her.
"Go easy," she said, as she did every time.