My wife Cindy says she has always been the active type, yet two years after high school and working at a bank let a few pounds sneak up on her. I had finished college when we met at Church in her Ward East of Downtown Salt Lake. A 5-year age difference and me being a Jack Mormon made it difficult for me to navigate around her father. Being a Jack Mormon means you no longer believe much of the Latter-Day Saints bullshit.
After a year of her Dad saying no and the Mom trying to fix her up with some nice Mormon boys, we booked off to Las Vegas to get married. The honeymoon was fun for us, as Mr. and Mrs., but she had let me fuck her way back on our second date as we hit it off that well.
"Sorry, Dad. Your little girl isn't a little girl anymore!"
We both had to work on Monday. It was a late marriage on Friday night, then we had Saturday and most of Sunday for bodacious sex. We barely saw Vegas at all.
Cindy had constant phone calls from her mother. We fucked through several of them. Then on the last one, Cindy had been cumming while her Mom was on the phone, but this one hit her deep and she made some noises.
"Oh my God, Cindy! You're fucking him right now, aren't you? Cindy, don't you lie to me!"
"Mother!" Cindy had never heard her mother use the word.
"Is he big? Is he good?"
"Mother, shouldn't you be doing something at Church?"
"We will talk more when you get home. I can't believe you didn't have a Temple Wedding."
I wondered what Mom was going to do with the list of eligible suitors she had kept handy.
We got to my place, rather now our place, after midnight. Thank God Cindy had brought some bank teller clothes for the next day. Her mom had her stuff packed when we stopped by the next evening.
Her dad's words of advice were, "You'd better know what you are doing."
Marriage was bliss. My apartment lease ran out in three months. We moved closer to her work and upgraded ourselves a little bit with the accommodations with two salaries to help pay the rent. It turned out that moving to a better, safer neighborhood didn't work out.
As I mentioned, Cindy had put on a few pounds. I had put on more like ten. She had been a jogger before we met and suggested we jog. I'm not a jogger. We mapped out a route that was through the park and onto a jogging trail past a school and back to the park.
The first night, after a couple of hundred yards into the jog, I was down to a semi-brisk walk. Cindy saw my plight and jogged back to me. We walked to the park and stopped at the jogging trail. I was bushed. Cindy was showing signs of neglect of the craft. We panted and rested.
"Why don't I jog on a little bit, and you start back?"
It sounded like a deal to me. I even checked my news and email before I started on my way home. I wasn't even back at the apartment complex when she caught up with me. She jogged on by and was sitting on the steps when I got there.
We got a couple of cold drinks before hitting the shower together. Jogging seemed to agree with my little wife as she wanted to fuck as soon as we dried off. If she wasn't so damned cute I don't think I could have done it. She got off extra strong when she felt my cum in her. At bedtime, she started sucking my cock, wanting me to fuck her again.
The jogging thing was working out for her. We made a deal that I would walk to the park trailhead and she would jog. She'd catch up with me as I walked back.
Into the second week, Cindy decided to run a little further. Instead of turning around and jogging back, "I'm going to run the loop. It's about an extra mile, so you'll beat me home."
I watched her cute ass jog away like I always did and checked my news and emails before starting going back. I got home and set up on the steps. I watched my wife break her stride and walk to our apartment.
"Finally get too much for you?" I teased.
"You might say that." the look on her face was troubled.
"Let's go inside."
I followed her into the kitchen.
"I was coming around the backside of the loop and there were toilets there. I had to pee and didn't think I could make it home. When I came out, there was a man there. Don't be mad. He grabbed me and raped me."
"Are you okay?" It had to be the question although she obviously was not.
"I'm not hurt. It didn't really even scare me. He just told me he was going to fuck me and I didn't want to get hurt trying to get away." "Let's call the police!" I thought that's what she would want.
"No, I've thought it over. Crime report. Everyone knows. Everyone around me would be acting weird. Nothing would happen to the guy. If the guy gets caught, he's out in no time. We'll think of something else."
There was a steely cold tone to her voice.
"How do we find him? Do we even know what he looks like?" I asked.
"Tall, about 6'4". Not heavy, probably 190. Possibly a jogger. Fairly dark black guy."
My jaw dropped at the "fairly dark black guy" remark that came out petty and nonchalant.
"What do you want to do?"
"I'd like to kill him, but I think beating him up pretty badly might be enough."
"Who do we get to do that?" I asked.
"We could catch him off guard and use your bat on him. Beat him down pretty badly."
I had a baseball that I kept by the bedroom door for protection. We didn't have a gun or anything.
We let it pause there and took separate showers.
Cindy came into the bedroom naked.
"I don't think I got all of his seed out of me. Thank God for the pill and not being fertile right now. He would have knocked me up big time."
"Big time?"
"He had quite the dick on him."
"You saw it?"
"It wasn't completely dark and there was a light on a pole near the edge of the trail. I was watching him trying to get it inside me. I felt my outer lips push apart and then the inner lips let him into me. After seeing how big it was, I was surprised I got it in me that easily. When it was halfway in, he started fucking me with it."
She looked at me and my horrified expression.
