Joe & Karen Ch. 1: A Good Workout
I would like to share with you some events that occurred over the last five years or so. Let me start at the beginning. My name is Joe. My wife's name is Karen. I had been married to Karen for about four years when these events took place but we had been together for much longer than three years. We were around thirty at the time the these events happened. I am about six feet tall and weigh about 210 pounds. I have a broad-shouldered build so all the 210 pounds is not fat. I have an average-sized cock. Not one of those monsters you read about in these kind of stories but I've never had any complaints. I have short blond hair and blue eyes.
Karen is about five feet, six inches tall with short light brown hair, brown eyes, and a beautifully full-figure. She's not fat at all; she's just got a larger build than the petite little things that are considered the "ideal" by society in this day and age. Marilyn Monroe would be considered large by today's standards. Karen's 36-inch breasts top off a well-proportioned and very hot body. She never has any problems turning heads.
I have always been the more adventurous of the two of us when it comes to sex. I've had to break down barriers that years of a Catholic upbringing had put up. The sex was always great but if anything new was to be brought into the mix it was always me that brought it. I had really begun to tap into Karen's fantasies but got the impression that fantasies were all they would ever be.
Karen had loosened up during the time we'd been together but she never seemed like she would actually go through with any of the scenarios that got her so worked up when I whispered them in her ear while I slid my hard member inside her. I was resigned to the fact that they would remain fantasies and that was okay. Anyway, enough of the setup. Read on friend.
My wife Karen and I relocated to Arizona due to my new job and were looking for a house. In the meantime we settled into an apartment and were relatively happy with our accommodations. The pool, hot tub, and small exercise room at the complex were very close to our unit and got a lot of use. We found it very refreshing to take dips in the pool on warm summer nights.
One particular evening we decided to go for an after-hours dip in the hot tub. The pool area was supposed to close at ten but if you were quiet when you went out after closing time there were no problems. Karen and I grabbed towels and headed to the Jacuzzi. It was after midnight and there didn't appear to be a soul out that night.
We turned on the jets and sat back in the hot tub, enjoying the warm water and bubbling water. Karen and I chatted about the events of the day and I noticed that someone was is in the exercise room. It was Peri, our neighbor from across the walkway. She was an attractive brunette divorcee in her early to mid-forties with a great personality and a nice body. I never got the chance to see her at the pool but frequently fantasized about what she would look like in a bikini, or nothing at all. She worked out regularly and was pretty fit. Her breasts were perfectly sized, not too big not too small, and they topped off her nice figure. In the dimly lit room I could see she was there with a male friend. She was on the Stairmaster and he was riding the stationary bike.
I mentioned to Karen that I saw Peri and her boyfriend in the exercise room and we commented on how dedicated they were to be exercising so late. I glanced back at Peri and her friend periodically as I continued to chat with my wife. One time when I looked up I saw that Peri had moved to a universal machine and was pulling down on a bar with a cable connected to weights.