I'll start from the top. My wife, April, and I, Adam, have been married for 34 years. We started dating when she was a freshman in high school. I am two years older than her. We wed one year after she graduated and she gave birth to our two children 4 and 6 years later. At thirty years old she had a full hysterectomy. Knowing that her hormones would be out of wack and weight gain was very possible she began a workout routine to get ahead of time. On her 34th birthday she decided she wasn't happy with her breast and underwent augmentation. She did not go huge, 34B to 36D, just big enough for her 5'4" frame. She is now 52 and looks better than the day we married.
Financially we are not rich but we do ok due to some inheritance and life insurance payouts. We consider ourselves as early retired. We have had a blessed life and have enjoyed each other for the entirety of our marriage. Weeks after our wedding I told April the one thing she never need to do and that was to cheat on me. I explained that if she needed more in our sex life to speak to me about it and I would do what was needed even if it meant bringing in a 3rd person. Even back then she thought I was full of shit about that. Over the years during sex I would talk about her getting fucked by someone else. She would try her best not to react. The only times April would acknowledge me is when I would mention guys we knew by name.
Guys we went to school with who were known for having big dicks. She would always tell me to shut up and stop saying that. Friends and acquaintances were off limits. We did have a couple of sex toys we used from time to time. One was a suction cup dildo, not huge in size, but slightly larger than my 6 ½ inches. We stick it on the bed post and she will suck me while she fucks herself. Outside of that April is relatively reserved about sex. She loves fucking and is always ready but she rarely mentions anything sexual outside of our bedroom. The one thing she does is keep her pubic hair waxed and she has a silver dollar sized butterfly tattoo right above her pussy. She only got that because a female friend of hers is a tattoo artist. It is sexy as fuck to me and I love it.
One morning this June we were at the gym together as we usually do when she is working on weight training. When she does early AM cardio she goes in the afternoon for weights. While there I noticed a guy I hadn't seen in the gym before. When we are there at 8 AM on a Thursday the number of people can be counted on one hand. The man looked very familiar to me and he definitely noticed me looking at him a couple of times as I was trying to determine where I knew him from. I waited until April was finished with her workout and we were preparing to leave before asking her if she recognized him.
"Who is that guy in the red shirt?"
"On the bench press?" she replied
"Yes. He just looks so familiar to me."
"I really don't think I have ever seen him before," she said without trying to stare.
I don't like to interrupt someone while they are working out so we headed toward the door. As we reached to front I heard, "Excuse me sir." I turn to find the man I was curious about.
"I know you from some where. I am sure of it" he said.
"I have been thinking the same thing," I replied. "Adam Covington," I said as I held out my hand for a shake.
"I knew it!" he exclaimed. "We graduated high school together. Van Westmoreland."
"Wow. It has been 37 years since I saw you last. And the way this county has grown I'm not surprised. Hell, I don't know anybody anymore."
We grew up in a very small county in Georgia about 40 minutes west of downtown Atlanta. There was one high school and one Jr high that were fed by a few elementary schools. I did not meet Van until high school and we did not hangout together even then. Of 325 students in my senior class less than 20 were black. The black kids I went to school with from elementary on up I knew well. But guys like Van I just never got to know that well. The one thing I remember about Van Westmoreland was he was rumored to have the biggest dick in our school.
"I joined the Navy out of school and was stationed in San Diego for most of that while we were not at sea. I met and married a woman from there and we had two sons. We recently divorced so I moved back here. And damn this place has changed."
"I hate what this area has turned into. No one knows anyone. I miss the one school type of town." As I spoke I turn to April, "this is my wife April. She is two years younger than us. She was April Jones before we married."
He shook her hand as well, "I'm sorry. I don't remember you from school but I didn't hangout with younger classmates."
"I was trying to remember as well but your name just didn't ring a bell." April said.
April is an incredibly friendly person. Often times it seems as if she is flirting but it's just her bubbly personality. We stood there and talked for 30 minutes or so. We talked about our two grandsons and he talked about his grandson. He told us about his divorce and how he was basically starting over. He didn't mention what brought about the divorce just that she took him to the cleaners. He said his son had moved to Atlanta in his early twenties looking to move into the music business. He got a girl pregnant and that grandson has always lived near here.
"Adam, you should call Bill and get tickets to a Braves game. You two could take your grandsons. I'm sure they would love it." April is always finding things for people to do. Everyone needs to be included in everything. Bill and his wife are our best friends. He buys season tickets every year for business purposes. 65 of the games are given to customers.
"Ty loves baseball. He plays ball on a 9 year old travel team now," Van commented. "But to be honest I do not need to spend money on Braves tickets right now."
"Don't worry about that. Adam can call Bill and if the tickets are not being used he will give them to us."
"I'm texting him right now," as I unlock my phone and shoot Bill a message.
"That would be nice but I don't want to seem like a freeloader."
"Nonsense," April said. "He calls us a couple of times a year and ask if we want the tickets."
Just that quick my phone buzzes.
"Tuesday, June 15th, 7:20 first pitch. Our grandson is 8 and plays ball as well. They will have a great time. And the seats are fantastic."
"OK. You talked me into it. Let me give you my number and will can talk later to make plans."
"Awesome. Van it is great to see you again. We need to get going. I will call or text you in a couple of days."
"Thanks Adam," he said while giving me a fist bump. "And very nice to meet you April."
We head out the door and to our car. Let me say this, April is in great physical shape. At 53 she keeps herself up. She is also the hottie at the gym that works out in a sports bra and spandex pants or shorts. The interesting thing to me is the entire time we stood and talked to Van he never once casually checked her out. He never broke eye contact with either of us.
Once in the car April only made small talk about meeting Van. "I don't remember him from school but there were a lot of people from your class didn't get to know. He seems like a genuinely nice guy."
"I remember him being very mild mannered. He didn't play any sports and he made really good grades. He never got into any trouble. I do remember one thing, he was rumored to have the biggest dick in school."
"You would recall that, Jesus is that all men know, who has the biggest dick." April quipped. "Well, you guys should have a good time and I'm sure he and his grandson will enjoy the time together as well."
