Motorcycle Marathon and Mistress

Motorcycle, Maserati, marathon and mistress. Those are the common symptoms of a midlife crisis and if you watched John, you would think that he just needed the mistress to complete the list. His motorcycle was collecting dust in the garage behind the house as a new project had taken its place. Although it wasn't a sports car, the pickup truck was a nice substitute for a Maserati. A 350 chev motor with four on the floor manual gearbox were a nice reminder of the days when traction control, automatic braking, lane keeping and stringent emission control hadn't even been thought of. It seemed that every day there was more and more control over peoples lives and less freedom. Riding the motorbike and working on the truck were Johns escape from the modern world.

Even the truck was starting to collect a little dust now as a new hobby had become front and centre of Johns life. Not quite a marathon, but John was training for a triathlon. It started a couple of years earlier when Johns Dad had a heart attack. It was the wakeup call that John needed. He'd known for some time that he was a little overweight, he wasn't obese but he had what was often referred to as a dad bod. He'd tried different exercise programs and diets over the years without much success but this time he was committed. After his dad's heart attack, John did a little internet research and found a few points that seemed to be the consensus to effective weight loss for men:

• Lay off the beers

• Lift weights

• Sleep properly

• Don't stress

• Cardio

• Avoid junk food

• Eat more protein

John usually drank a six pack of beer each week and decided right away that he was going to limit that to one beer on Friday and Saturday night. John's wife, Nicole, packed his work lunch for him each morning. She made the nicest salad roll with either chicken or ham and usually had a fruit bar and bag of chips. John told Nicole to swap out the snacks for a low-fat yoghurt and an apple. He went looking and found some second-hand weights and a bar so he could start weight training. He also found a bench press rack that was so cheap because it needed some repairs. A Saturday afternoon in the garage with the welder and some paint and it was as good as new.

Twelve months later and John had lost 5 kilos and dropped a few cm around the waist, however he needed to step it up a bit to trim the gut a bit more and John also knew he needed to get fit as well as he was always out of breath.

The first step was one night after work when his car had a flat battery. No-one had any jumper leads handy, and John couldn't be bothered waiting for roadside assistance, so he caught a taxi home. He considered his options for travelling to work the next day. John could get Nicole to drop him off next morning, but it would be an inconvenience for her. Taking the motorbike would mean that he would have two vehicles at work. Then John thought that maybe he could dust off his old mountain bike. He used it almost daily to get around in his youth, right up until he got his car license, then it had sat in the garage of his parent's house. When John was engaged to Nicole, they rented a unit for a few months and then took out a mortgage and bought the house they currently live in. A few days after they moved in, John's Dad arrived with a trailer load of Johns stuff out of the garage, including his bike.

John got a damp rag and wiped all the dust off his bike. The tyres were low in pressure but not flat, 'good' thought John, 'they still hold air'. He pumped them up to 40psi then moved on to oil the chain. Finally, the gear selectors and brake cables were oiled, and the bike was ready to go. John did a small test run up the street and back then decided he needed to know how long it was going to take to get to work. Using the timer on his phone, it took John 6 minutes to go around the block. Google Maps told him that was 1 km. Work was 8km away, so John thought he better allow an hour in the morning.

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.

If he took too long rubbing his knob on her pussy, she would complain too, so as soon as it was lined up, he drove it home. She seemed to like having him inside her. He would start with a nice steady tempo, careful not to pull out too far as she didn't like that. John would take his time and focus on Nicoles pleasure. Coming was the pinnacle for him, but when that happened it was over, so he always made sure to enjoy the journey and not the destination. He would change the tempo, sometimes going really hard and fast so that you could hear their bodies slapping together, then he would slow down again. Nicole would put her hands on his chest and caress his nipples, which would increase his pleasure; if the pleasure got so much that he was heading to climax then John would grab her wrists and hold them above her head as though he was taking her against her will. She seemed to like this and only complained if he held her too tight. He figured that she must have a deep dark fantasy, but he chose not to question her on it and just act it out for her, often making comment that her husband must be out. This is usually when she would have one of her orgasms. She'd usually have one or two orgasms when they had sex but sometimes three.

That day as he fucked his wife, he thought about a fictional woman who was an amalgamation of some of the joggers he'd seen. He imagined what it would be like to eat her pussy while he came in her mouth. He also imagined her getting him hard again with her mouth and then mounting him cowgirl style. This thought made him especially hard; he forced Nicoles legs apart so he could go deeper. She was a lot wetter now, and he felt like his cock was an inch longer than normal. It seemed like he was probing into depths not reached before and Nicole said it felt like he was going to split her in half. At that moment he felt his cum moving up his penis and he pushed in as deep as he could to and spurted his cum deep in her vagina. Three more slow thrusts each with another load and he was done, Nicole was done too. After a few thankyou kisses from Nicole, John rolled off her to his side of the bed and she rolled over to face the wall on her side of the bed. He would love to spoon her, but she never wanted to, and he respected that.

As he drifted towards sleep, John was thinking about the sexy runners he had seen. He knew the sex would likely be equal or better than what he was getting now, and it would be awesome to have a partner that he could exercise with, but he figured he would never find someone that had the same connection he did with Nicole. She loved him and doted on him, she was an excellent mother to their three kids, and he knew they would be a great team as they got older and needed to look out for each other. There was no way he would divorce Nicole. A casual fling crossed his mind, but how would he approach one of these young sexy ladies? What would they see in him? John had a few good qualities, he was smart, strong, financially secure. Maybe he would be attractive to a young lady. What if she decided that she wanted more? John figured that an affair would ultimately be discovered and that would be the end of his marriage. He couldn't bear the thought of Nicole sleeping with another man and he put himself in her shoes and figured that there was no way he could live with himself if she found out he was sleeping with another woman, he wouldn't want to put her through that pain.

The next morning John was up early, it was the first Monday of summer and the pool would be open. He had a quick shower to wake himself up and to wash off the smells from last night. John was down the pool shortly after it opened. He bought a summer membership from the kiosk. He figured that if he swam three times per week the summer membership would be the same price as casual entry after about 7 weeks. He was committed now! After finding the change rooms and putting his swim shorts on, he grabbed his goggles and towel and headed towards the deep end of the pool. On his way he passed the lifesaver sitting in a chair halfway down the pool.

"You better keep an eye on me as I might drown," he said, "I'm still learning to swim."

The lifesaver showed her mild amusement to his comment with a cute smile and responded, "You'll be ok."

After finding a spare lane, John lowered himself into the water and let his body get used to the temperature, which although not cold it was certainly cooler than the heated pool he was in the previous week. John adjusted his googles and started to freestyle down the 50m length of the pool. He followed the black line, breathing out a steady stream of bubbles and lifting his head to the right to breath in on every fourth stroke. He soon noticed another black line that crossed at right angles and shortly after that he got a mouthful of water and stuffed the flow of his breathing up. John stood up and looked back figuring that the blackline must have been halfway. He then went ahead to backstroke to the shallow end of the pool. After a couple of minutes to catch his breath, he swam freestyle back towards the deep end until he found the black line at the 25m point then he rolled onto his back for the backstroke. Hitting the lane ropes a couple of times John noted that there was no roof to look at to keep you going straight with the backstroke. After 6 laps, John had had enough. 300m seemed as hard as 500m in the indoor pool, 'it must be the colder water' John thought. He was out of breath, and it was time to hit the shower. Back home for breakfast and then off to work.

Swimming was progressing well, occasionally John would get a mouthful of water that would throw him off, but he learnt not to panic, take an extra breath if needed and continue. Each time he checked in at the kiosk there would be a different person there and a different lifesaver, all up there was at least 5 or 6 staff rotating shifts. John noted that the lifesaver and the check-in attendant would swap positions on the hour.

Occasionally at work, John would head to a nearby cafe for a cappuccino. It was a bit of a treat and a chance to get out of the office to break up the day. He'd been coming here for nearly 5 years, twice a week on average, and was on first name basis with most of the regular staff. He figured that they always took his name when he ordered his coffee so it was only fair that he knew their names. Occasionally there were casual staff, and he never really remembered them individually. It was the second week of summer, and he was served by one of these casuals. She took his order and asked his name,

"John," he replied.

"Do you go swimming at the pool?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied looking at her. He scanned his memory and figured that she must have been the lifesaver he spoke to on the first day of swimming, "Are you a lifesaver there?" He asked.

She answered in the affirmative and he made a point of telling her that he was a new swimmer and working on his breathing before he stepped away from the counter to wait for his coffee. He turned to face the counter and caught her gaze, they both smiled. For the rest of the day, he could not forget that smile and was totally infatuated with her. It probably wasn't just the smile but the fact she remembered him and made a point of asking him - she was interested in him. By his reckoning, she was somewhere around 18 to 20, John was 45, but he felt young, and she would make him feel younger again.