"Damn I'm out of shape!" Amy Stone smiled as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Makes two of us!" John Robbins smiled.
"I didn't think you would meet after last week."
"Why would you think that?"
"Felt bad for unloading on you, embarrassed after the wine wore off."
"Don't. Roles have been reversed incase you don't remember."
"Not quite the same."
"Can unload on me anytime," John nudged her with his forearm.
"Might have to take that up on that."
"Anytime Amy."
"So, Sunday?" Amy asked feeling awkward all of a sudden.
"For sure, only a few months to the 10K."
"We've done it before. Thanks again John." Smiling she wrapped her arms around him.
"See ya Sunday."
Amy felt a little better after meeting John for her first time running in more than six months. Still embarrassed, she had actually told him, just having someone listen to her was a relief. Neither had brought the conversation up today aside from her awkward thanks. Pulling into her driveway, she leaned back taking a deep breath, needing a few more minutes to herself.
John was a former coworker whom she had become friends with over their five years of working together. A few years younger than her John was hard to get to know at first. While quick witted and a bit of a smart ass, most people described him as a quiet guy. Amy had slowly broken through his shell over her first year there. This hadn't gone unnoticed by others in the office and soon the rumors had started. Though she found him attractive, both were married and aside from some innocent flirting, mostly on her part, neither never crossed the line.
Four years ago he had surprised her while working late one night, confiding in her that he was getting divorced from his wife after 15 years of marriage. She had a drinking problem that had escalated over the last few years and after too long it finally had got to the point of no return for him. She sat listening to him as he opened up to her, her quiet, confident friend seemed vulnerable for the first time.
"Amy!"
"Shit you scared me!"
"What are you doing?" Matt Stone asked through the window.
"Sorry, my legs are shot! Just trying to get the energy to walk to the house," she lied.
"How far you go today?" Matt asked starring at the bagging sweats covering her petite frame.
"Three Miles."
"How many showed up?"
"Couple." Amy glanced at him as she took a long drink from her water bottle. "Don't!"
"What?"
"You know what I mean."
"Damn, sorry just asking."
"Uhuh," Rolling her eye's Amy walked past him up to the bedroom.
Pulling a T-shirt over her head Amy slipped on a pair of shorts and walked downstairs. The hot shower had relaxed her a bit but her legs did feel a little shaky. Walking into the kitchen she grabbed her water bottle ignoring Matt as he stared at her. Glancing at his laptop on the table, she took a deep breath.
"So what did I do wrong today?"
"Nothing," Amy muttered as she grabbed her tablet and walked back to the bedroom. Sliding onto the bed on her stomach, she shook her head as she heard footsteps coming down the hall.
"So just not going to talk to me for no reason?" Matt sat on the foot of the bed his hand running over her lower leg.
"Just waiting for it, that's all. Go ahead get it over with."
"I just asked...
"Sorry Matt, I was actually jogging, not fucking my coworkers in a seedy motel!"
"Where's this coming from?"
"Please!"
"It was just a text."
"Asking me if I wore my sexy running shorts."
"I was just playing. You don't mind it when you initiate it." Matt slid his hand further up her leg.
"It's called fantasy... roleplay... It's not real."
"I know."
"I don't think you do." Amy rolled away as she felt his hand on her inner thigh. Walking into the closet she grabbed a pair of sweats and walked back out stopping to pull them on. "Idiot!"
"Fuck!" Matt sighed as she walked out of the room.
Amy sent the last of her emails for the next day, taking a sip of wine she leaned into the back of the couch. Matt had given her space for the rest of the evening and she was relieved seeing him walk up stairs without stirring the pot once again.
They had met at the end her first year of college, Matt a year ahead of her. Both pursuing business degrees, soon they were studying together then dating. Marrying right out of college they welcomed their only child a year later. It was a normal mostly happy marriage, both building their careers as they watched their son grow.
Their sex life had always been healthy, maybe even more than normal as Amy would hear coworkers complaining about spouses. Matt had always described her as his sexy nerd, she had found it a little insulting at first but it probably was an accurate description, at least the nerd part. It had taken her awhile to become confident with the sexy part, but as he continually complimented her early on Amy became more secure and enjoyed when a man would take a second look at her as she walked into a room. While Matt always encouraged her wear more revealing clothes, Amy opted for the more conservative look, especially when working.
The comments had started early on in their marriage. At first they were subtle, he had noticed someone staring at her, a head turning as she walked through a restaurant. Then he started bringing it up in bed after getting her worked up, another man sliding his cock into her as she would guide his inside her pussy. While it bothered her she played along, the thought turned her on, but when it became more frequent and he would comment outside of the bedroom she put a stop to it. Matt's excuse for this fetish had always been the same. A long distance relationship with his highschool girlfriend after they went to colleges hours apart. They had agreed before they left that they would not be exclusive and whenever they would get together on breaks both found it a turn on to tell each other about others they had slept with. The comments in and out of bed had waned over the years but he had never really stopped.
Taking a sip of wine, Amy began feeling guilty. Unsure if it was just her age or if Matt just planting the seeds over the years, the thought of spreading her legs for another frequently ran through her mind. The frequency of Matt bringing fantasies up had become common once again, it was something she knew was her own fault after their vacation to the Carribean last summer. Telling herself after arriving back home that it was just the atmosphere of the night, she knew it really wasn't true. Admitting to Matt how turned on she was and coming clean with what actually happened their last evening there had only cemented the idea that his fantasies were not just that. Telling him a couple months ago she had been fantasizing about a coworker had been a mistake though, the constant questions and over the top texts started getting to her once again.
The attraction to John had always been there, but a wild dream one night after he had called her about starting to run to get ready for the 10K she couldn't shake the thought. Meeting him today after not seeing him in months had seemed to only build her attraction to him. The embarrassment of facing him for the first time after their conversation on the phone had brought her back to reality though. A friend and a good guy she knew she could never drag him into her and Matt's fucked up world.
Taking the last sip of her second glass of wine, Amy turned her head to the stairs. Walking into the bedroom Matt turned as she pulled her sweats off.
"Sorry."
"Me too," Amy smiled as she pecked him on the lips. "Just gets to me sometimes." Curling into Matt, Amy slid her legs over his. "I know I play along in bed, but the texts asking me if I'm wearing something sexy or implying something is going on constantly just gets old Matt.
"I know baby."
"Really think you could handle me sleeping with another man." Matt started to speak then stopped. "Another woman?"
"Think I will just be quiet before I start another fight."
"Smart man." Amy gently kissed him as his hands ran over her ass. "I promise to tell you if it ever happens. Don't hold your breath!"
""Got ya! We getting rid of the toys too?"
"Don't get crazy now," Amy smiled. "Kind of fond of my new dildo."
"Im the freaky one here huh."
"Never said I wasn't freaky."
"This is true." Matt laughed.
"Sorry I was just in a mood today for some reason."
"My bad."
"Make up sex... my favorite!" Amy smiled as she pushed Matt onto his back and slid down his body.
