Slippery Wet Slope to Infidelity
My name is Laura. I am a middle aged mother of two college students. I've been married for 25 years and I am a normal suburban housewife. I live outside of Washington DC and work full time for a government contractor. I am a somewhat heavyset woman with full hips and large, natural DD breasts but I wasn't always a bigger woman. When I graduated college I weighed 118lbs. I was petite and pretty with slender hips and a flat stomach. My then D cup breasts looked much larger on my small 5'2" frame and, accordingly, I got a great deal of attention from men but I only had eyes for my boyfriend Jeremy.
He and I had begun dating in high school. We'd broken up for a few years during college and we'd both dated other people but we had reconnected during our senior year and we married a few years after graduating, when we were both 23. We moved from our native New England to the DC metropolitan area for Jeremy's job when we were in our early 30s and settled in Virginia in a small, somewhat homogeneous town 40 miles west of the city.
I first met Damon at the gym a week before my 48th birthday. He was an unassuming looking man in his late 50s with kind eyes. When we first met we both had some weight to lose, but if I'm honest he carried his 260 pounds much better than I carried my 175lbs. Of course, at 6'2" he was a full foot taller than me but I never thought he looked fat. He was just an all around big man with broad shoulders, thick legs and powerful arms.
Damon and I became friendly after a few weeks of running into each other almost daily. He gave me tips on strength training, I provided him with some positive reinforcement to stay with his program, and he provided me with the same positive reinforcement. Our friendship was not based on sexual attraction. I was after all happily married, but I would be lying if I said their wasn't some chemistry between us. That fact was rather eye opening to me because I had never before felt that kind of thing towards a black man. It's not that I was racist or that I was against the idea of interracial couples. Nothing could have been farther from the truth, but I'd never really been physically or emotionally attracted to a black man before. In my defense, I hadn't spent a whole lot of time around black people in general. The town I lived in was largely white. I'd spent my formative years in northern New England where there is little diversity and I'd gone to college at the University of Vermont where, again, there were not many people of color. As such, my impression of black people had been formed by their portrayals in the in movies, on television and probably more so on the evening news. It was a decidedly skewed impression but I never had hate in my heart based on anything as unimportant as the color of someone's skin. I believed, as Dr. King said so eloquently said, that we should judge a person on the strength of their character rather than the color of their skin.
Damon was not, at all, what I expected when I first saw him. He was a huge hulking man but he was friendly, jovial and not the least bit judgmental. He had a tremendous sense of humor that never failed to make me laugh. Despite being a large man with a beer belly he very sexy. He was confident without being cocky. He was very outgoing and personable and he really did have a heart of gold. Accordingly, our friendship quickly blossomed.
We'd become fairly close after the first seven months we'd known each other and while we did not spend any time together outside of the gym we did have a standing date to workout together every evening at 5:30. We had also exchanged phone numbers so we could let each other know if we were running late or if something came up and one of us couldn't make it to the gym.
Damon and I didn't only text for practical reasons. We also exchanged funny memes, jokes and he filled me in on how his dates were going. He had been divorced for a little over a year and he had just started dating. He had signed up for a few online dating services but he was a little frustrated with how it was going. I'd helped him spruce up his online profile and he was getting plenty of interest from women but he was having difficulty making a connection with anyone. His size was sometimes a factor, not because he was heavy, but a 6'2" 245 pound black man could seem imposing, especially to middle aged white women and that was Damon's type. He'd been in an interracial marriage for 32 years before he and his ex wife split up and he seemed to only be interested in white women with big butts.
"So, how'd it go?" I asked with a warm, playful smile as we stood at our customary meeting spot between the men's and woman's locker rooms. He had been vague when I'd texted him earlier in the day about his date and I was dying to hear about it. He'd gone out with an attractive 48 year old blonde with a curvaceous figure and pretty hazel eyes.
"It was okay," Damon grinned playfully as he adjusted his red swim trunks and held his towel in front of his belly. He had lost more than 15 pounds since I'd known him and replaced some of his fat with muscle. He was looking more fit every week but he was still self conscious about his belly which was being stubborn and sticking around because he loved to drink beer.
"Oh my God, you did it?" I laughed quietly as I looked up at him. We had a few minutes to chat before the 6:00pm water aerobics class we had just signed up for and I was anxious to hear more. I'd been surprised at his lack of success dating and I suspected he'd set the bar too high swiping right for women who just weren't the right fit.
Damon nodded and his grin widened, showing his bright, pearly white teeth. "Yeah, we had sex."
"Oh my God, yes, I knew it. I could tell by her eyes," I said excitedly. I'd only seen her face but I could tell she was right for him. I was enjoying helping Damon out and I was thrilled that he'd finally had success. In a weird way I was kind of living vicariously through him. It had been more than 25 years since I'd been in the dating world and truth be told, while my marriage was in most ways happy, it had grown a bit stale. I loved my husband dearly but our sex life left much to be desired. We had sex infrequently of late, and when we did we have sex we had little passion like we were just going through the motions. He was a relatively attentive lover and was very good with his mouth but he always came too fast to make me climax during intercourse and he wasn't exactly packing the biggest tool in the shed. His dick wasn't tiny but it was on the smaller side of average. I wasn't by any means a size queen and my experiences outside of Jeremy had been just a handful, but the best sex I'd ever had was with a boy in college named Kyle who was much bigger than average. He'd had great stamina and a very wild imagination. We had a brief but tumultuous relationship during my junior year. We'd argued all the time but the sex had been fantastic. It was the only reason we lasted as long as we did and at times I missed that animalistic passion.
"How was it," I teased as I tilted my head to one side and grinned like a school girl. I knew he hadn't been with anyone since his divorce and I was so happy for my friend.
"About par for the course," he shrugged as he looked at his watch. "We need to get to class."
"Fine," I pouted. I thrust my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. "But I am getting all of the salacious details after class."
"I promise," Damon nodded with a wide smile and a nod. We walked quickly to the fitness center pool and made it in just time for our class. I was so eager to get the details of his date that the class flew by and before I knew it we were showered and sitting in the juice bar near the entrance to the center.
"Okay, start at the beginning," I said eagerly. I was on pins and needles and I almost felt a sexual excitement about getting the details of his date. He took her to a nice restaurant and they had good conversation during dinner. Then she invited him back to her place for a glass of wine. They talked some more and she laughed at all of his jokes. She kissed him first and then they sat down on her couch and kissed some more.
"Sounds like a great date," I said as I tried not to squirm. The details were actually making me wet and I realized it had been almost a month since Jeremy and I had been intimate.
