Motorcycle Marathon and Mistress

John woke early the next morning. After relieving his bladder, he climbed back in bed and thought about last night's activities. He thought about how the blowjob went for a bit longer than normal and how Nicole had stopped and then just gave those last two small tugs and squeezed just the smallest amount of cum from his member. She knew exactly what she was doing. Then she'd licked his knob cleaned and commented on how she didn't mind the taste. John thought about her naughty talk, which was well above the level she'd normally use. Finally, he remembered that she didn't need lube, apparently because this had all been a huge turn on fer her.

John thought about the future. He imagined that he'd be able to fill her mouth with copious amounts of cum, and Nicole would lick it up as though she was famished. They could try new positions, maybe they would go lingerie shopping. John could visualise Nicole in thigh high stockings and a crotchless teddy riding him cowgirl. As he ruminated on this vision, Nicole woke up.

"Good morning, Stallion" She welcomed, with the warmest smile.

"Good morning, Nympho, have you seen my wife?" He replied.

"Hold that thought," She said as she climbed out of bed, naked as the day she was born, "I need a pee."

John waited in anticipation as Nicole emptied her bladder. He could hear the hissing sound of the urine passing through Nicoles urethra. The thought had John hard and ready for action, which seemed inevitable. Morning sex was a rarity in this marriage, not that John was complaining. He always slept well after an evening session.

The toilet flushed, a minute later Nicole returned to the bedroom. Instead of the naked nympho John expected, his wife was wrapped in a towel. "I'm bleeding" she said with a disappointed look on her face.

John thought to say, 'it looks like my wife is back,' but he'd been married long enough to think twice before he spoke. "You're not due for at least another week," he replied. John kept track of her periods better than she did. "Did I push too hard?"

"I think you did," replied Nicole with a devious grin, "It's only light, maybe it will clear up. I'm going to have a shower."

That was the end of that anticipation for John, but he was still horny. A wank was in order, so John returned to his earlier thoughts of his wife in lingerie. He imagined that she finally let him eat her pussy. In his mind she was dripping wet, and John was devouring the sweetest juices he'd ever tasted. His cock was as hard as steel. With only himself to please, John usually came quite quickly when he wanked. Despite his midlife status, John could still come twice a day and often he did. A quick change of thought to his wife on her back in lingerie, moaning to the pleasure of his big cock probing her depths, turned him on. John could feel his cum rising and a stroke at the right moment accelerated it.

The cum spurted out of Johns cock and left a trail over his chest. He could feel some on his chin, some on his cheek and some just beside his right eye. Two more strokes added to the trail, leaving it thickest on his tummy. John had never come this hard, from memory he had once hit his neck with his cum, but never his own face. Then he felt what he thought was dribble on his lower lip, he licked it up with his tongue. As he swallowed, John realised that he had just tasted his own cum. 'Not bad, actually,' John thought, 'but it would be gay to deliberately eat it.' John wondered why his wife had objected to eating his cum all these years. He grabbed his undies from the floor and used them to wipe himself clean, while he waited for his turn in the shower.

John decided that he would just say hello to Jessica when she was at the kiosk. He only saw her once a week, rarely twice. He had seen her at the café once as well, but she didn't serve him that day. He still wondered if she thought he was a bit creepy talking to her, so he kept it transactional. Her replies were similar.

Swimming had been going well. Some days John would do 10 laps of the pool still maintaining his alternate freestyle and backstroke method. Some days he would swim a bit further with the freestyle going about two thirds a lap with backstroke for the final third. One day he even did a full lap, his first full lap of freestyle. Jessica was at the kiosk when he did this lap, then as he completed his other laps she swapped with the other lifesaver. He was disappointed that she wasn't there when he did it and wondered if she would have noticed anyway. He thought he might tell her and imagined her reaction. The more he thought about their interactions, the more he tried to get inside her head. Eventually he concluded that she probably noticed his wedding ring and had decided that it was inappropriate to be flirting with him. After his last lap, he exited the pool and towelled himself dry. He stopped as he walked past Jessica.

"I did my first full lap today," he told her, "First time in my life."

"Well done," She congratulated him, "Keep it up."

"Thankyou," he said, "See you next time"

A week later, John arrived home from work and met Nicole in the living room. She appeared a little upset.

"Are you ok?" asked John.

"My period is getting heavier, so I saw my doctor today and had a pap smear," she explained.

"I'm sure it will be fine," John replied.

"The doctor looked up my last test from 3 years ago and said it was reported as abnormal," explained Nicole tearily, "I asked why I wasn't contacted, and she didn't have an answer."

"When will the results be back? Does abnormal mean cancer?" John had loads of questions but tried to restrain himself.

"The results should be back in a week," Nicole replied, "She said that abnormal rarely means cancer."

"You'll be ok," assured John, offering a hug. Nicole embraced him tighter than normal. Then their 9-year-old daughter entered the room and joined in the hug.

"Do you want to go out for tea?" John asked.

Nicole shook her head, "I already have a bbq chicken and some salad prepared. I'll let you do your weightlifting and then we'll have dinner in about one hour.

John went out to his garage and thought about the preceding events as he did his bench-press and squat workout. He figured that everything would most likely be ok, even though thoughts of the worst crossed his mind. 'One day at a time,' he thought. 'A week from now she'll have a normal pap smear result and we'll be making love again.'

John was quite sweaty after his workout as it was quite hot in the garage. He went into the ensuite to have a quick shower before dinner. Looking in the mirror he noticed his singlet was wet in a narrow v down the centre of his chest. He also noticed that his man boobs had morphed into what could only be called pecs. Lifting his arms above his head, he flexed his biceps admirably, then he turned side on and lowered his arm to flex his biceps again. John was proud that he was becoming quite attractive in the mirror.

Nicole entered the ensuite, "Somebody has lost some weight," she said with a smile, "Have you put on muscle too?"

John raised hie eyebrows twice before turning on the shower. As he waited for the water to heat up, he removed his clothes and Nicole grabbed his cock. "This is my favourite muscle," she explained, "I'm looking forward to giving it a workout as soon as I can."

The next morning was a running day for John. He had started doing the couch to five k program which involved listening to a podcast with music and a narrator telling him when to walk and when to run. He was in week 2, which alternated 90 seconds of running with two minutes of walking. This was repeated three days a week (Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday) By week five there would be longer intervals of running on the weekdays and 20 minutes of continuous running on the Saturday. John planned to coincide this with the local parkrun. At the end of the ninth week, he should be able to run 5km at the local parkrun.

5km is the length of the run in a sprint triathlon that John planned to complete in two months. There was also a 750m swim and a 20km bike ride. He was confident that he could complete the swim by then. He wasn't riding the bike much lately as swimming and running took up 6 mornings a week, but he figured it should be ok as he was never tired from riding unless he pushed hard. His legs would be sore from the bike ride, but he would be motivated to finish the run and knew he could walk parts if he had to. His aim was to complete the triathlon, not compete.

As he neared his final run, John heard a squeal. He looked to his left and saw a probationary driver doing a wheelie in the carpark nearby. Mixed thoughts entered his head, 'what an idiot,' followed by, 'we're all only young once and I used to do the same thing. I wouldn't do it in the middle of town on daybreak though.' Then he thought about how it seemed like only yesterday that he was young and getting married then in a flash, twenty years had passed, and he was getting old. That thought motivated John to run a bit faster for the final 90 second run. He kept running for a bit longer after the op seconds until he was totally puffed, then walked the last five minutes home. As he walked inside, he checked his Strava and noted a personal best for the 400m. These little 'medals' were all the motivation John needed to keep up his training and continually improve.

Another week of swimming, running and work passed before the pap smear results arrived on Monday. Nicole rang John at work and told him that the results were abnormal.

"Are you ok? I can come home," explained John.

"No need, I'm ok," she replied, "The doctor assured me that abnormal results rarely mean cancer, and I've stopped bleeding now. She arranged a Colposcopy, whatever that is, for Wednesday and that will give me the all-clear. We'll celebrate in the bedroom"

John turned the volume down on his phone, even though he was alone in his office. "I'm looking forward to that," he replied.

On Wednesday evening Nicole told John about the colposcopy. "The doctor had this weird microscope that probed me, and she could see my cervix on the screen. She took a swab and sent it for testing. It was uncomfortable and now I'm spotting again. I know I promised sex tonight, but...."

"It's ok," John interrupted. "I understand. When will you get results? What did she see?"

"She was very quiet," replied Nicole, "She just said, 'I have taken some cells for testing, your results will be back in a week,' I hate when they won't tell you" Nicole was visibly upset.

The following day was a running day again and John was thinking about Nicole. He could only think the worse. 'What if she had cancer? Cancer is fixable if detected early. What if it is too late? What is the treatment like? What if she dies? Will I be ok on my own with the kids? Will we have enough money? Will I be alone when I'm old?' All these thoughts mulled around in John's head as he ran and walked while the podcast played.

"Now that you've completed the final run of this session, take a few minutes for a cool down walk" the podcast snapped him back to reality. John remembered that he'd succeeded in life by planning ahead and taking each day as it comes without worrying about what the next day would bring. He resolved to do that and remain optimistic that everything would be ok.

Friday was swimming day. Jessica was at the kiosk when John entered. "Good morning, John," she said cheerfully, "Go on through."

John was pleasantly surprised with Jessicas welcome, it was nice to hear her say his his name. Her friendliness reminded him of that smile on the first day in the café. John wanted to start talking to her, but he'd already started towards the changeroom. After changing, he entered the pool and began swimming. He'd progressed a lot since he first swam the full length of the pool. Now, he would swim a full length of freestyle and turn immediately for a full length of backstroke, then he would rest until the clock reached the next 5-minute interval. Repeating this, he could complete 600m in 30 minutes. Next week he planned to shorten the rest by 1 minute, which would allow him to complete 750m in 30 minutes. The running was helping his endurance which helped the swimming, or was the swimming helping his running? Either way, John was stretching his lungs six days a week and it was having a positive effect.

By the time he had finished swimming that morning, Jessica was seated in the lifesavers chair. As he approached her, John said, "I'll see you next week."

"I noticed that you're improving a lot," she said, "You must be very determined."

"I'm training for a triathlon," John replied, "My aim is to swim 750m without stopping by summers end"

"Wow," Jessica replied, "If you told me that, the first day I saw your swimming, I probably would have laughed. But, after seeing your progress, I think you'll do it easy. You've certainly got the arms for it"

"Thanks," was all John could muster.

"I'll see you next week" Nicole replied excitedly; well as excited as an introvert could get.

John thought about Jessica for most of that day at work. Then he thought of his wife and felt guilty. He thought about her current situation and pictured Jessica in his wife's place. He quickly dismissed those thoughts as a ridiculous fantasy and knew that Nicole would be ok, there would be no cancer, and they would live a long life together. He wondered if Jessica would be a good match for one of his two sons who were 18 and 21 years old.

The following week, John hadn't seen Jessica at the pool on either Monday or Wednesday. His swimming progressed as planned and he was able to complete two laps and a rest period in 4 minutes. Next week he would try to swim two laps of freestyle, followed by two laps of backstroke before a longer rest. He was well on his way towards his goal.

Wednesday morning, he went down to the café for a coffee break at around 10:30. This was a quiet time after the morning rush and before the lunch crowd. Most times he would get a takeaway cup and go back to the office but today he decided to stay and have a seat. The café was an old building, and it was quite long and narrow. There were tables and a drinks fridge in front of the counter. The kitchen was behind the counter with a narrow walkway the led past the kitchen and toilet to a seating area out the back. John ordered his cappuccino and decided to treat himself with a slice of cake, then he asked if he could eat in.

"Sure, no worries," the junior server replied, "I'll bring it over" and she handed him a table number.

John placed the number on a table and then decided he needed to empty his bladder. As he walked past the kitchen, he noted that the boundary wall was double brick. There were arched windows that had been removed and filled in with a single brick layer, leaving an arch shaped cavity one brick thickness deep. One of the window cavities had shelves installed and were decorated with plants and ornaments. It was quite an effect. Another window, bricked up, had a tin sign hanging in the arch that was made to look like a 1950s coffee advertisement.

The toilet room was quite large as it was the only toilet and was designed for disabled access. When John was at the John (no pun intended), he noticed another one of these windows to his left beside the toilet. It had also been bricked up, but a small window remained at the top, the window was only 1 brick wide and about 3 bricks high, purely to let natural light in. John remembered the movie "Disorganised Crime" where Frank Salazar, played by Corbin Bernsen escaped from Detective George Denver (Ed O'Neill) and Detective Bill Lonigan (Daniel Roebuck) through a toilet window before stealing their car. John looked up at the window and laughed to himself, 'No-one is escaping from here.'

Then he heard a noise from outside, racking his brain, he realised that it was a jackhammer. He remembered that the building next door was being demolished. John washed his hands, then exiting the toilet he looked to the back of the café and noted that there were quite a few people seated in the alfresco area. It was quite a warm day, and the ornamental grape vines provided some nice shade. He returned to his table just as his coffee and cake was being delivered by the junior server. He was attracted to the alfresco area but enjoyed the solitude at the front and the view of the street. As John drank his coffee, he remembered his wife's tests would be back today. He unlocked his phone and was just about to press the button to call Nicole when he heard a squealing sound that was familiar. He remembered the young hoon doing wheelies two weeks ago. He tried to determine which direction the sound was coming from. John put his phone on the table and walked to the front window. Then he noticed smoke coming from the rear of the car parked directly in front of the shop. One front wheel was hard against the kerb and the back wheels were spinning. John noticed the front wheel starting to climb the kerb and realised what was happening. He turned and ran past the tables and towards the alfresco as the car came crashing through the window. The car came to a halt with the nose in the counter.

As the dust settled, John figured that he should check the driver and any passengers in the car. He started to walk there and then he saw panic in the kitchen. It seems that the impact had unsettled the stove and there was now a fire, it was blocking the exit. John grabbed the fire extinguisher from next to the door and extinguished the flames. The staff were able to exit. Then there was a loud whoof sound. John looked to the back of the kitchen and noticed the deep fryer was on fire. There were two frying vats full of oil, and it seemed that he could extinguish one, but as soon as he tried to extinguish the other, the first would reignite. Eventually, the extinguisher was out of pressure and John had to abandon the kitchen.

He could see that the driver's door of the car was open and there were no people in sight, so assuming the car's occupants were safe, John went to the back of the café to see make sure everyone had evacuated. The staff were together in the rear carpark. John recognised some familiar faces and asked if everyone was ok and accounted for. There were no injuries, but then Caitlyn the manager asked, "Where's Jessica?"

John Immediately ran back into the café, there were flames coming from the kitchen door and flames coming through the back wall of the kitchen, near the toilet door. She must have evacuated out the front door and she would be out the front, but the way was now blocked by fire. John returned to the alfresco and then entered the demolition site next door so he could get to the street. There were plenty of onlookers, including the demolition crew, but Jessica was not there. As he returned to the rear, he noticed the tiniest amount of smoke coming from the toilet window. He stopped as he heard a faint noise, "Help, Help."

"Jessica is that you?" he yelled.

"YES, HEEELP MEEEE. I'M TRAAAPPED," she screamed.

Thinking quickly, John looked around the demolition site and saw what he needed. He ran over to a nearby wheelbarrow, then he wheeled it to a jackhammer nearby which he placed in the wheelbarrow. There appeared to be plenty of extension cord already attached. As he wheeled it to the window a small crowd of onlookers and staff gathered around. "Jessica's trapped in the toilet," He explained.

John parked the wheelbarrow below the window and stood inside it so he could reach the bottom of the window. He knew that time was of the essence, and it would be quicker to remove the single brick where the original window had been then the double brick of the original construction below it. It seemed to take forever to remove the first brick but after he had created a hole, work progressed much quicker. He would insert the blade in a mortar joint and the brick would quickly break in two and half would fall out. As the hole got bigger, he could remove whole bricks at a time. Soon, there was a diamond shaped hole and John stepped to the ground with aching arms. Jessica was assisted out of there by a couple of onlookers, but she was coughing quite badly. The café staff helped her away from the commotion.