Thank you to everyone that messaged me and asked me when I would write again, I honestly didn't think it would take this long - but somehow it did. Hopefully this will be the start of more regular writing. At least there's something to get your teeth into here...
Once again, this is a story that includes cuckolding, chastity and cum eating... if those things don't appeal to you then maybe find another story to read - or read it and entertain yourself by leaving a comedy comment. Up to you.
Robert Anthony.
CHAPTER ONE
Gareth sat with his head down, breathing hard. At 46 he was still in good shape, but there was no getting away from it, the gym just wasn't as much fun as it used to be. In fact these days there was only one thing that kept him coming back... and she didn't even know he existed. He lifted his head and glanced around the room; the gym was quite busy but he couldn't see Amanda.
He dropped his head for a moment and then hauled himself to his feet. God he hated himself, why did he bother coming here just to catch a glimpse of her? She must be fifteen years his junior and so far out of his league it wasn't even funny. Plus he strongly suspected she was seeing Alex, the scary looking personal trainer who worked there.
He looked around again and spotted his 'nemesis' in the corner. The guy was 6'3 minimum and built like a brick shithouse, no way did Gareth want to have a 'problem' with Alex! Sure, he seemed friendly enough day to day, but if he really was dating Amanda then he didn't look like he'd take kindly to another man messing with his girl.
He watched Alex explaining to a short, slightly tubby girl how to use one of the machines. She had obviously just joined the gym and nodded along enthusiastically as he spoke, but honestly seemed far more interested in Alex's huge, veiny arms than the machine itself.
Gareth flicked his eyes around the room again and finally spotted Amanda. Oh shit... every time he saw her it was just like the first; she was simply 'unreal'. Beautiful blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair tied back in a high ponytail and that incredible body tightly encased in Lycra gymwear... he could barely take his eyes off her.
He drank her in for a few more seconds before shifting his gaze, despising himself for being so creepy. He turned to walk away and almost bumped straight into Alex who was now standing close beside him.
"Steady on!" said Alex.
"Shit sorry, I wasn't... looking.... where I was going."
Alex patted the older man's stomach with his huge hand and walked past, Gareth felt even worse now. What if Alex saw him gawping at his 'girlfriend'? If indeed she was his girlfriend. Damn, he really needed to pack this in, or at least find a different gym.
He climbed onto a treadmill and started to run. Maybe it was time he got back out there and tried to find someone closer to his own age, it had been four years since his divorce after all. That had been pretty rough... finding out she had been cheating on him with a younger guy.
The stupid thing was he wouldn't have minded so much if she'd told him, or better yet 'involved' him... not that she would ever have understood that. Jane had been as vanilla and straight laced as her name suggested... or at least that's what he had always thought. Perhaps even after six years together he had never really known her... or she him. And whose fault was that? He scowled at the memory and punched the 'incline' button on the treadmill.
While Jane's infidelity wasn't the root of Gareth's fantasies, it certainly poured petrol on the flames and while he always thought this a little odd given the heartache and stress it had caused, ultimately it only seemed to make them stronger. And once left to his own devices and the inevitable influence of the internet, Gareth slowly became more and more fixated on the idea of becoming the toy of a younger, unattainable beauty who used him for her own pleasure. Needless to say he jerked off most nights thinking about worshipping Amanda's pussy and making her cum over and over again.
Gareth had always loved eating pussy, in fact it was his favourite thing in the world. As much as he loved cumming himself, nothing came close to that feeling of making a woman orgasm and the harder the better. Of course Jane wasn't nearly as enthusiastic, which he thought rather a shame since he was so keen and willing... but what can you do? They just never should have married in the first place.
Gareth turned off the treadmill and glanced over his shoulder at Amanda. She was working hard on a cross-trainer, already glowing and just beginning to perspire. He looked away... and gently bit his lip. He felt his cock stir a little, sighed longingly and headed for the shower.
As the water cascaded over his short mid-brown hair and down his trim body, Gareth's mind drifted back to Amanda and his cock started to swell. He desperately wanted to stroke himself to orgasm, but instead he turned to face the wall, quickly washed and got dressed.
As he left, Gareth stopped at the desk to ask about his membership and whether it was transferable to another location. The lady behind the desk told him that unfortunately they only had one other gym nearby and that was located just outside a town that was about 22 miles away. Gareth winced at the thought of a 40 mile round trip three times a week and thanked the lady for her time
He sighed and walked over to the café; he was in no rush to get home so he might as well just chill for a bit... and yeah, maybe he might just catch a glimpse of Amanda leaving too. He drank his coffee, answered some messages and then looked at his watch. He'd been sitting there for nearly an hour, no wonder his coffee was cold. He got up and took his half empty cup back to the counter, then headed out to his car.
Gareth slumped into the comfortable leather seat of his Audi and closed his eyes. Mentally he told himself he really needed to get his shit together; he was still in good shape, he had a good job, a house (admittedly a smaller one than he used to have) and no baggage. Realistically he was something of a 'catch'... but he didn't feel like one.
And all he could think about was Amanda.
It was dark outside, Gareth pressed the starter and the car rumbled into life. A few seconds later he sensed someone standing by his window, he turned to look and almost jumped out of his skin. It was Amanda.
His mind raced. What the fuck did she want? Well... it was obvious, wasn't it? She'd rumbled him hadn't she? And now she was going to rip him a new one for ogling her while she was working out. He felt his face start to flush as he nervously tapped the window button, bracing himself for complete humiliation.
"Oh, hi, err.. do you... could you help me please? My tyre is flat and I don't know how this stupid thing is supposed to work."
Gareth looked down to see she was holding a tyre inflator. He looked back up at her and tried to focus.
"Oh... yeah, sure I... I can do that. No problem."
He killed the engine and got out of his car, standing right next to her for a moment before heading off towards her BMW. After two steps he stopped abruptly.
"Umm, which one is yours?" he asked innocently, like he hadn't seen her get in and out of it a hundred times before...
"Oh, it's that white one there." Amanda pointed.
Gareth looked in the direction of the 3-series parked at the end of the row.
"Oh, okay... sure," he said.
Gareth knelt down beside the car and soon had the tyre pumped up and ready to go. He was elated to be able to help her, and found her surprisingly easy to talk to. During their conversation she asked if he was single and he confirmed that he was, though he didn't for a moment imagine that she was interested in him beyond being able to help her get to wherever she needed to be that night.
"Thank you so much Gareth, I owe you one."
"Anytime," he said, feeling oddly proud of himself.
Amanda held out her hand to take back the inflator.
"Oh, yes... sorry."
He reluctantly handed the machine back to her.
"Thanks, I guess I'll see you next time," she said, nodding towards the gym as she opened her car door.
"Well... maybe, I don't know. I was just asking inside if I could move my membership to a different site."
"Oh really, why?"
"Oh. No reason, I... " Gareth floundered. "...just need a change of scenery perhaps."
"Oh that would be a shame," she said, holding his gaze for just slightly longer than was normal.
They said their goodbyes and Gareth headed back to his car. No sooner had he sat down than he sensed someone standing by the window again. Seeing it was Amanda (and not Alex come to beat his head in) he flicked the window down and smiled at her.
"Everything okay?"
"Yes," she smiled. "I was just wondering, if maybe you would like to go for a drink sometime?"
Gareth's brain struggled to comprehend what she had just said to him. He could hear his heart beating in his ears and he felt a little dizzy. She had to be kidding... but she looked serious enough. He stared at her for a second and then willed his mouth to move.
"Yes... please." he added, a little awkwardly.
"It's just, you were really kind to me and I appreciate that."
