The music was pounding as she drove herself to ever increasing exertion. Her heart was racing and she could feel the rivulets of perspiration running between her breasts. Her breathing was labored and her focus was shifted now toward fulfillment. She was alive and every cell in her body was connected in anticipation of the next few moments. She was almost there. Rising inside her she could feel her orgasm almost starting. Suddenly the music stopped as she and the other women let out a loud exclamation as they collapsed onto their stationary cycles. As she lay upon her bike gasping for air she felt herself coming back into the present recovering from her fantasy. The spin class was over.
"Jill, Are you OK? Jill?"
She turned her head to the left and smiled at her best friend Susan. And then nodded. After a few moments she slipped off of the bike and they both head toward the locker room.
10 minutes later they were alone in the steam room laying on their backs naked upon the thick Egyptian Cotton towels. The smell of the eucalyptus oil was strong and the heat from the steam was relaxing her lean muscles. Her exposed firm breasts rising with each breath, her nipples were still hard, she had almost climaxed but not completely there.
"OK Jill, what the hell was that about?"
Jill looked at Susan as if in a fog. "What?"
"Out there on the bike. I've never seen you like that. My god girl, I thought you were having an orgasm. Right in the middle of the room. You were gasping for breath and starting to moan as if you were getting fucked hard."
Jill blushed brightly. "Oh my god. Did anyone else notice?"
Susan smiled back at her, knowing how modest Jill was. "No, we were all screaming our heads off from the exertion, but you were is a much more primal place. What's going on?"
"I'm just having a hard time right now. John's ignoring me, my daughter is acting out, and I'm so ..."
"So what?"
Jill blushed again. "Horny!" Jill exclaimed. "John has hardly touched me in 6 months. All he wants to do work or play golf and poker with the guys. He's on road trips 50% of the time. And when he gets home he is too tired to make love. But he certainly can find the energy to hang with the guys. Even when I can get him interested it's over in 5 minutes and then he rolls over and goes to sleep or bolts out of the house to hit the course. Leaving me to try and satisfy myself. He knows that never works for me. I need him in me to climax."
"Out there was the first time I ever came close to getting off without him. Oh dammit, just dammit! Fuck him!"
Susan sighed "You think he's having an affair?"