We both knew it, even if it went unsaid. Our marriage was stale, boring and predictable. After 20 years together and three grown children, we were more focused on our careers than we were on each other. We saw one another in passing. When we did things together it was to distract us from our monotony rather than enhance our relationship. The things that caused us to fall for each other had slowly been replaced by things we did that only ended up pushing us apart. There wasn't any animosity, we had just allowed ourselves to get into a routine that more and more placed our focus on other things.
We were in our forties, still in decent shape for our age. Colleen was medium height, brownish blonde shoulder length hair, curvy, still had a nice trim stomach that she was proud of and wore a piercing which nicely accentuated her navel. The impact of her fifteen years as a fitness instructor, even though she hadn't taught in ten years, was still evident in the muscle tone of her arms and legs.
I was tall and well built. When Colleen was teaching fitness I would go to the gym with her and lift weights. While I too carried a few extra pounds, my years of pull-ups, squats and bench presses still showed. We were both fighting what seemed like a losing battle against time, but we looked good. She always drew glances from men and women, a combination of physical appeal and a charming personality.
We didn't fight, we didn't play around, the bottom line was we just had made a habit of prioritizing everything and everyone else except for ourselves. We were both guilty of having affairs with our smart phones. When we travelled it was usually with family instead of going away alone. The spark had fizzled. Something had to change and we both knew it.
When the day came that Colleen said that we needed to talk, I wasn't surprised. We sat at the kitchen table over coffee one morning when she slid an envelope over to me.
"I thought you wanted to talk?" I said as a knot formed in my gut, thinking the envelope likely contained a divorce notification. As I opened the envelope, I was caught off guard as I discovered it contained a pair of airline tickets.
"Babe, I do want to talk. You know things are, well, not right between us, but I'm not ready to give up. I want a week away, just you and me, no kids, no computers, no work, no phones."
I sat back, pleasantly dumbfounded. "Really? I'm shocked, but in a good way, when do we leave?"
"Tomorrow. I've packed our bags, I've arranged for your brother to watch over your business while we are gone. The kids are all on their own, everything is set."
"Wow! I can't believe it! Tomorrow? But, what if, what if we can't fix things?"
"Ken, we will blow that bridge up if and when we come to it. We haven't gone away, just the two of us in how many years?"
I was embarrassed that I couldn't remember how long it had been since we had gotten away together. Any trips always involved our kids or extended family. As I got to thinking about it, I couldn't even remember the last time we made love. I prided myself on having a huge sexual appetite, but I had gotten into a rhythm lately of jerking off in the shower. The few times we were together, we just used each other to quickly get off. Her eyes on me brought me back from those thoughts. Colleen stared at me as if she were reading my mind.
"Ken, I hope we can want and need each other again. I miss who we were. I want to be able to look forward to who we can become, it's not too late."
I saw tears in her eyes, not a usual display of emotion for her. My heart melted just a bit. I hesitantly reached for her hand.
"Okay babe, I'm in, let's go."
For the first time in a long time, I saw a sparkle in her green eyes as she smiled. I also felt butterflies in my stomach, a twinge of guarded anticipation I hadn't felt before.
The next morning we were up early and off to the airport. Colleen had my clothes laid out for me and had already packed our bags. All I had to do was shower, dress and jump in the car. She even had hot coffee in a thermos in the car waiting for me.
"Thanks for doing this babe." I said as we took the airport exit. I glanced at her briefly, then I looked again, she was wearing a tank top, had her hair pulled back in a pony tail and had on shorts and sandals. I noticed her fingernails and toenails were painted a cherry red, again, this put butterflies in my stomach and it gave me a tingle just a little lower.
I took another look and realized it was her arms. I always thought women in general were lovely. Like any other man I liked boobs and butts. What really did it for me though, were toned arms on a woman. They always drew my attention and Colleen's were gorgeous. I could make out her shoulder muscles, a blood vessel running down her bicep that made my heart flutter.
"Have you been working out? You look great today."
"Awe, thanks babe, I've been doing a little more exercise lately getting ready for the trip, I'm glad you noticed."
I immediately felt guilty. How long had she been doing this and I had just then noticed? I was convicted of my lack of focus on her.
"I'm sorry. But yeah, you really look good Colleen." I continued to stare.
"Ken there is nothing to be sorry about. Tell you what. No guilt, no apologies, nothing but smiles and kisses and other things on this trip starting now. I would also really like to get there in one piece so eyes on the road please."
"Okay you're on!" Thiis caused a twitch in my pants, especially when she mentioned, "other things". As I kept stealing glances at her, I realized how much of a beautiful, attractive woman she was. Something within me continued to stir. It was as if I were seeing her again for the first time.
We arrived at the airport, parked and actually made it through security with no issues. I bristled when I noticed the TSA agent give her the once over, but then the protectiveness turned to pride that other men found my wife worth lusting over.
"What's the look for?" She inquired as we headed to our gate.
"You look good babe, and as usual, I'm not the only one that thinks you do." As she walked, her arm flexed with each step she took. I drifted behind her a little and watched her arm and shoulder muscles. My eyes soaked her whole body in. Her legs had a gentle brown shine to them and her calves were lovely and shapely. Her butt moved gently from side to side with each step. It was clear she had been using the gym to prepare for this trip.
I caught back up to her and soon we were at our gate just in time to board the plane.
"First class?"
"Ken, this trip is about us and yes, we are going in style babe, now you take the window seat and let me get settled."
I sat down and watched her as she lifted her carry-on into the overhead compartment. This caused her shirt to rise up and expose her stomach. What I saw was flat, brown and yummy, my loins were starting to wake up. I reached over and ran my finger tips along her belly. Touching the silver piercing hanging from her belly button.
"Three kids and that still is the sexiest set of abs I've ever seen."