Melissa sat in bed her heart rate finally settling back to normal, thinking how the hell did joining a gym to get in shape lead to this! She looked at her sleeping husband and then looked back at her phone and read the last message for the 100th time internally debating whether she could do it.
Her mind drifted over the last few months events leading up to the last few minutes events.
She joined the gym in a last ditch effort to try and find a way to get her husband motivated to be more sexual. Their sex life had hit that rut that all married couples seem to go through.
Gone were the days of sexy lingerie, two bottles of wine, hotel stays and weekends of sexcapades. Now it was two parents running a car service to get each kid to wherever they need to be. By the end of the night the adults being too tired for romance, drifted further apart with each missed encounter.
But that was it, Melissa was never tired of romance with her husband. She was still so attracted to her husband and still really enjoyed sex.
Sure, he was not some stud with a 9 inch cock as thick as a coke can like she read about on online forums like Literotica. But she didn't need that, didn't even want that. Her husband was all she wanted and she wanted him terribly.
That's what Melissa wanted in the worst way. For the man she chose to spend the rest of her life with, the man she genuinely loved, like no other, to desire her as much as she did him. She wanted passion and lust.
But passion and lust can't be faked. So instead, she was lucky if she got to have him once a week, and that was usually uninspiring and boring. She couldn't indulge in all the things she wanted to do sexually, as he made her feel like she was weird for having such desires as a middle aged mother. So she just stopped bringing it up.
But the sexual desire didn't fade away and every day was confusing. It was a daily fight to contain her sexual urges. The toys she kept hidden away were her only escape from this frustration.
So she joined the gym. Thinking that if she got in better shape he may find her more desirable, but truthfully knowing that wouldn't work either. Her thinking was unhealthy and she knew it. But this was her predicament.
So she joined the gym and immediately found herself enjoying it. She even asked her husband if he wanted to come but he declined saying that he didn't really enjoy weight lifting.
If she was being honest with herself she was happy he said no. She was enjoying this time all by herself. The gym had made her realize a few things.
One, she looked pretty darn good for a middle aged mom. Her 5'2" frame added a few pounds over the years but at 135 pounds it seemed her ass was the benefactor of some of that weight. It in turn made her plump in all the right places and it seemed every girl in the gym was working on her ass to make it look like what Melissa had naturally. Her d size breasts weren't as perky as they used to be but in her workout clothes they looked sexy.
When she looked around the gym at her peers she realized that she was definitely one of the more attractive ladies within the place, including the younger ladies.
Second, the gym made her very aroused. Being around a bunch of people keeping in shape and many of them being fit and attractive men turned her on.
Third, many of these fit and attractive men noticed her and it drove her absolutely wild. She noticed the looks, smiles and hellos. Though she probably should be upset about it, to a woman desperate for feeling desirable it was like a drug.
After feeling like a chore from her husband rather than a sexy attractive woman it made her feel so intoxicated to know she still had it.
Not too long into going she became aware of one guy noticing her more and more. Melissa looked him over and found him very attractive.
A Latin guy, Roman, she would eventually learn. He was strong looking in a MMA fighter type of way. Nice strong biceps, broad strong looking shoulders and muscular legs. He had a nice head of hair, a few tattoos and a beautiful smile.
But beyond all that Melissa also noticed something she thought she didn't even care about. It looked like there was something sizable within his midsection. It gave her a naughty chill just by looking him over.
At first they would exchange glances which eventually turned to smiles and eventually that knowing look. That look that says I find you attractive and I know you feel the same.
One day as she was using the leg press machine, he approached her to let her know her form was wrong and she could hurt her knee if she continued on.
He showed her the proper form and then offered to show her some other leg exercises. She accepted his offer, knowing it was just some way to chat with her. But as a woman desperate for some attention she eagerly ran with it. She had no intention of doing anything with this man but what was wrong with a little flirting.
That day led to basically working out with him daily. They exchanged cell numbers in case one doesn't make it to a workout. As they grew more comfortable with each other he started to become a fascination to Melissa.
He was a very sexy man and had a confidence to him that she was not used to and found herself drawn to him.
She found herself thinking about him during the day and imagining what he would look like naked or even more so in bed with her.
There was a heavy amount of flirting between them. His compliments were always infused with sexual innuendo. She got so hot when he would accidentally, or maybe purposely rub against her, or when spotting her place a hand on her. She found his touch electric. After her work outs she would go home wet with desire with no outlet. At least no outlet that wasn't a toy or shower head.
Then today it happened. Roman put it out there. He showed up in a pair of gray sweatpants and a tight t-shirt. He looked good, and those sweatpants did what gray sweatpants do, show off his cock.
As she was getting ready to bench and he spot her, he made his move.
" Melissa, can I tell you something."
In a flirty tone she told him he could tell her anything he desires.
"Look I think you are the sexiest woman in this place and find myself thinking about you often. Obviously we both been very flirty with each other and I am thinking the way I feel is how you feel too. I ain't going to lie I want to get with you so badly."
"So can I take you out, coffee, dinner, dancing, a hike together, I can cook for you anything you want?"