Jenny and Dave Thomas were very happily married, ten years now. Both thirty-three years of age, they'd met at college at eighteen and instantly knew they were right for each other. Both were quiet and stayed in the background, and both were virgins when they met. They spent as much time as they could together, forming a special bond.
They now ran a successful online business, not a major company but enough to earn them a generous lifestyle, with a good-sized house on the outskirts of the city. There was a very big garden for their two sons, Robbie aged seven and Paul aged six to run about in, and a large outdoor pool although each house in the neighbourhood had one of those. It also did very well for Jenny's brother Sam, who ran the production site so the couple could work from home.
Jenny didn't make much use of the pool. She'd never found herself to be attractive, she'd originally thought Dave was just taking pity on her when he asked her out for drinks. Standing 5' 2" tall and being much shorter than everyone else, and having bright ginger hair that she hated, were the main reasons she shunned going out in public. Dave always told her hair colour made her stand out, her 34B weren't the biggest but most women would kill for breasts that firm and her arse was round and peachy. She also hated that she didn't have a flat stomach anymore since having the boys just thirteen months apart. Despite his encouragement, Jenny usually always wore loose-fitting clothes.
Working at home didn't help matters. Dave kept telling her that his waist size was increasing too, due to not getting enough exercise. Their sex life wasn't bad, but a little dull. Dave couldn't complain, they had sex most nights, but usually at night when the children were asleep, in the dark and under the covers, and trying to be quiet so as not to wake them. He loved his wife enough not to push her to change.
Having the children now at full-time school didn't ease things, their days were filled with getting as many orders as possible. Jenny looked after the secretarial duties, replying to customers and updating their website. Dave looked after orders and buying and selling.
Things started to change a little when the new neighbour arrived on the scene. Mike arrived in a loud sports car, followed by a huge removal van. Dave and Jenny went out to say hi, and he asked them to pop around that night after he'd got everything into the house. He towered over even Dave who stood 5' 10", and was wide too. His thick arms bulged out of his t-shirt which was tight around him.
Jenny had to apologise later that night when she asked Mike when his wife was arriving. There was a short pause before Mike announced she was no longer around. He'd gone home from work around six months previous and found her lifeless body slumped on the sofa. There were too many bad memories when he went back to the house, so he'd sold up, sold two of his three gyms to a chain who'd been pestering him to sell for ages, and retired at fifty years old to this new neighbourhood. Jenny couldn't apologise enough. Dave asked what he'd done with the gym he'd not sold, and he said he'd signed it over to his two twin sons, twenty-five years old Sam and Mark, to run it between them.
When they got back home that night, Jenny mentioned three or four times how broad his chest was, and how big his arms were. Dave noticed a little glint in her eyes when she mentioned him. The next day, just before Dave went to fetch the children from school, Jenny said she was going to go next door and see if Mike needed a hand with any unpacking, and if not just to see if he wanted some dinner doing, as she was preparing a lasagna. Dave thought it nice that she was more upbeat and willing to help, normally she'd have kept herself to herself.
Dave returned home with the boys and Jenny wasn't in, she must still be around Mikes he thought, maybe he did have something that needed unpacking then. Ten minutes later Jenny appeared, a big beaming smile on her face.
"You look happy, have you been working hard?" Dave asked.
"Oh, there were only two boxes of ornaments that Mike wanted me to look through, he needed a woman's view on what would look best where. We've spent most of the time talking and laughing," Jenny told him.
Dave looked at her, he'd not seen her this cheerful for a while. He liked it.
"I'm going to take him some lasagna round later, and we've come to an agreement," she continued.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Dave asked.
"He's thinking of doing some personal training sessions every now and then, just to keep himself busy. Maybe just one or two people at a time though, he doesn't want to make himself too busy. He's asked if I want to be his first client, I can pay him with food too so it won't cost us money," she answered, "you too if you want?"
Dave wasn't interested. He wasn't as insecure about himself as his wife normally was, but he didn't want to be showing off his dad body in front of this giant of a man. He could however see how excited his wife was.
"The money isn't an issue, we're doing quite well at the minute, but I'm out. I'm more than happy for you to be trained by him if you want to though," he answered.
Jenny stepped forward, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
"Thank you," she said giggling.
