The following is a story that was passed to me by a very, very close friend. We were sitting in a booth at a bar in Ames Iowa. We were both stuck between flights; she was headed East and I was going South. It's only natural, when you get two attractive fitness trainers with hours to kill, there is a contest brewing as to who can buy the most rounds. Tongues get looser, giggles get louder and you no longer make kind comments to the guys that keep hitting on you. Soon you realize a middle finger gets the same result and requires a lot less effort. When I ask her if I could put her 'tall tail' on paper, we both almost fell out of the booth laughing. The mere mention of the word 'tail' brought out more giggles, slapping at each other and spitting.
She made only two requests; use real first names so the people involved will know how they affected her, and that I don't deviate from the details as she told them to me. The handy-dandy record option on my iPhone made that a piece of cake.
The cast of characters is really pretty simple:
Joan, is the main character in this fuck-fest; Joan's husband Jon, a real shithead.
She met her old school chum, Barry. Barry's wife Rosarita,
We'll just call her, Rita.
Thomas, is Joan's boss, A nice guy, but carries around an "I don't give a shit attitude about you, what you want or don't want. I guess you could call him a real 'nice' prick.
One guy I had to just call Client because she never used his name. The reason for that is anyone's guess.
Then of course there is me. I get into the story much later, so forget you ever heard of me.
All of these people are essentially the same. Let's not get our heads too far out over the handle bars. All these people are Fitness Trainers. Excess fat on any of these folks is going to be somewhere between a half an ounce, and not in this lifetime.
The story actually began about three months ago. Joan was at the gym working with a new client when her boss, Thomas announced he would be attending an important Fitness Conference in Iowa sometime in the late Fall. Joan didn't really care what Thomas was going to be doing till it dawned on her she would be left to handle the gym on her own. Words like "shit, shit, shit," went through her mind.
Because of his screwy work schedule, she and her husband, Jon hadn't had a real vacation together in nearly two years. Even more sad for both, Joan and her husband, hadn't even seen each other for three weeks. He was tied up with a major construction job in Alabama that was draining profits from the project by the buckets.
"Ops. Sorry, that happens every time I come in here. Joan smiled when she noticed her client was trying to get his dick back into the protection of his jock.
Joan grinned approvingly. "I hope you don't think that's the first time that's happened?" In her mind, she was thinking, "Boy, what I could do with that thing right about now."
With his plane delayed in Dallas, Jon didn't make it home till late that night, so when he slid behind the wheel of her SUV. The first words Joan could say, "get your dick out -- you're gonna get some road head."
Jon made his wife wait till at least they were away from the bright lights of the Airport, but just as soon as they pulled through the gate she was on him. No licking or teasing, she had him all the way to the back of her throat. She wasn't about to leave her husband with the idea she had messed around behind his back during his absence; even though there was plenty of temptation and opportunity.
By the time the garage door was fully closed, Joan and Jon were laying on the soft carpet in front of the faux fireplace. They were locked in each other's' arms, while his once drained cock pulsed wildly inside his wife. Mouths pressed against the other as their tongues traded the silky cum Joan had drained from her husband on their race to the quiet confines of their home.
Their union seemed to last forever. When all was said and done, Joan's body fell forward, exhausted from riding her husband cowgirl. They stayed in that position, till finally she was able to roll to her side and stare into the face of her husband. Peace was finally granted as they slept and fell into dreams of love. Or so Joan thought.
As had become custom, Joan and Jon went on a morning run together. The last half mile always turned into a race. Jon, always the gentleman would sometimes allow Joan to win. It goes without saying, they both were sucking air as fast as their lungs would allow when they crossed the imaginary finish line at the refrigerator.
After drinking what they called breakfast, Joan noticed a queer look on her husband's face. He seemed to be correlating thoughts in his mind, but wasn't able to put anything into words.
"What's going on?" Joan ask. Turning away to rinse out her bottle before placing it in the dish washer.
"Damn, you've got a gorgeous ass!"
Joan frowned slightly. "Okay what the hell is bothering you?"
"Would you not kill me if I ask you something?"
"Jesus, get on with it already. What the hell do you want to know?"
Jon mustered up some nerve. "While I was gone, did you see anyone else?"
"Did I what? Bullets shooting from Joan's eyes.
"Whoa, please hear me out."
Joan, nodded her head. "You have the floor," waving her hand across her body like she were fighting a bull. Her irritation with her husband growing by leaps and bounds.
"I don't know how to say this..."
"Well, you better start figuring it out ....and fast Buster."
Jon started with, "It was Saturday a week ago. Everyone was dead from a fifteen-hour day. It wasn't one of those days you get to stand around and watch while the others bust their asses."
Joan now had her arms crossed. "that's a start," she grumbled.
Jon looked as his wife to judge how pissed she was, and then he continued. "Well, we were all feeling no pain when we arrived at Tony's house, when one of the local guys ask, 'where's that sexy wife of yours Tony?'"
Tony didn't even set his bottle down, "She's on a date."
"Quickly, he explained to everyone, 'I can't take care of what she needs all the time, so I let her go out with other guys.' We heard the whole story, and it wasn't long till some of us had to leave, find a place and jack-off."
"What about you?" Joan ask, still annoyed with her husband.
"I went to the hotel and did what the others did."
"Played with your pud till it went boom?"
"Fuck you, bitch. I'm just telling you what you wanted to hear."
Joan held her hands up, "okay, okay, okay just finish what you started."
"I went right to sleep. It was about 4 or four-thirty, all of sudden I was awake. My pants were wet and I had a hard-on."
"Okay, so you had a wet dream."
"No, damn it, it wasn't just a wet dream." He paused and took a deep breath. His words began to slow. "It was a dream about you."
"Well, that's nice to know you dream about me when you're out of town."
"Would you please shut the fuck up." Jon was starting to get riled. When Joan signaled her acquiescence, he continued. "I was dreaming about you ... with another man." Almost instantly he held his hand up to keep Joan from speaking. "That's just the beginning, every night after that I would go to my room and imagine you fucking and sucking and loving on another man. It was fuckin' amazing. I actually had to go out and buy a bottle of KY and a large box of tissues. I almost pulled my dick out by the roots."
Needless to say, Joan didn't know what to think. So she said nothing, but just like every other woman in the world, her mind started to race toward a conclusion; a conclusion that wouldn't come for many days and nights.
The conversation with Jon was put on the back burner in her mind. They both continued their routine and said nothing until, about two months later. Joan was sitting in the office at the gym with Thomas, her boss.
"I've got some bad news and some good news, which one do want first?
"I really don't care, I'm on vacation in three days." Joan smiled at her boss, letting him know she was counting down the hours.
"The air just went out of Joan's life as Thomas told her about a recent medical condition that would keep him grounded from getting on an airplane. When she objected and suggested someone else could represent the gym at the conference, he took control of the conversation. He told her he had made up his mind and decided that it would be her and no one else. The insinuation was as plain as day ... her job was on the line.
Dejected and more than a little upset, Joan walked out of Thomas' office and met her two o'clock client coming out of the dressing room.
"Damn, woman! You're sexy as hell today." Joan's client stopped and looked up and down her body.
"You guys need to figure this out." Joan said, with a sexy punch of her hips aimed at her client.
"What do you need?" he asked.
Glancing back at the office to see Thomas with his head down, working on the books.
"Right now I need someone to eat my pussy." She didn't wait for a response to her comment, she grabbed her client by the elbow and was leading him to a private area at the back of the gym.
Both were pushing and pulling on their pants trying to expose the needy parts of their bodies when Joan's client tried to kiss her. Quickly she turned her head away. "Pussy first, then you might get a kiss."
