Chris lay in bed next to his wife after just waking up. He simply lay there, looking at his beautiful wife. Even after all this time, he was still amazed that she had actually picked HIM and that she was his. Cheryl lay there in her small silky nightgown, sleeping peacefully as her husband marveled at her beauty.
He reached over and slid his hand inside the silky top, running his hand over her incredible breasts, awakening his wife a bit. Cheryl, who had become a bit paranoid about a recent weight gain, sucked in her tummy a bit.
"Are you playing with my fat," she asked her husband.
"FAT?!? Are you crazy? You are still very much as beautiful as the day I met you," responded Chris.
"No, I've really been packing on the extra pounds lately. Every since you got back from your trip, we've been eating out a lot, and I haven't kept up with my exercising. I'm definitely getting fatter," said Chris.
"Well, it's not like I'm exactly in Superman shape myself," offered Chris.
"Oh, so you DO think I'm getting fat," demanded Cheryl.
"Not at all baby. I think you are one red hot smokin little hottie," smiled Chris.
"Awww, that's sweet. I'm not happy with the way my body is starting to look though," replied Cheryl.
"Well, then I guess it's good that you guys are starting aerobics. Even though I do have to admit I was a little nervous about you doing it at Belinda's, with all that has happened with Thomas, plus I think that Teresa is a bit of a wild one," said Chris.
"Yeah, I was nervous about going to Belinda's too, but she said that Thomas wouldn't be around, and I figured with all of us girls there, he wouldn't dare come near. And besides, I LIKE Teresa- she is fun, and easy to talk to," replied Cheryl. "OK. That's true. And I trust you completely. I know that you feel bad about what happened when you took food over the Thomas. And I think I'm partially responsible anyway for allowing what happened on the elevator. Even though, every time I think about it I get a raging hardon," laughed Chris.
"Well, I've decided the best way for me to deal with that whole thing is simply to forget it ever happened," said Cheryl.
"OK, then I will stop bringing it up all the time," said Chris. "And you know something else?" asked Chris.
"What?"
"The way you look is not the only reason I love you. Sure, you are the most beautiful girl in the world, but you also have spirit, style, and a wonderful sense of humor. It was the entire package I fell in love with, not just beauty," offered Chris.
"Wow. Thank you. I feel the exact same way about you too, my big stud boy," laughed Cheryl.
"I dunno, my studliness feels a bit challenged after seeing Thomas," admitted Chris.
"Well, you don't have to have a foot long to impress me," replied Cheryl as she reached over and gave Chris's cock a little squeeze.
"That's probably a good thing, since I'm not even half way there," said Chris.
"Hey, who's the one who was just talking about it all being about the entire package, not just one aspect?" challenged Cheryl.
"True. But sometimes I just wonder if I were a bit bigger if I could better satisfy you," admitted Chris.
"Honey, you NEVER fail to satisfy me," lied Cheryl. She hated having this conversation. It was hard enough for her to convince herself that she could be satisfied with what Chris had after having Thomas. It was REALLY hard for her to try to convince her husband. She was really wishing he would just drop the whole subject. She was becoming a bit sexually frustrated, but all that was overshadowed by her complete and undying love for Chris. Cheryl was determined that she would continue to look her best and totally satisfy the man she loved as well as figure out how to compensate for any short comings he may have. True, he might not have a massive cock like Thomas, or large rippling biceps like Thomas, or a rock hard washboard stomach like Thomas...
"Shit, I'm doing it again," she thought to herself. "I have GOT to stop doing that, or it's going to get me into some serious trouble."
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In spite of being nervous about being around Thomas again, Cheryl decided that she was definitely NOT going to dress frumpy to the workout. She imagined that Teresa would have some pretty wild workout clothes, and she was not about to show up in sweats and feel like a total moron. She also reasoned that with several girls coming to the house that she would likely not even SEE Thomas, so she felt pretty good about that.
She wanted to be comfortable to workout, but still look decent. So, she picked out her tight spandex shorts that she used to wear when she played volleyball, a white half T-shirt, and her white tennis shoes. Her shorts covered everything, but were pretty tight and, as she had often been told, made her ass look good.
Teresa stopped by her house at precisely 5:00 to take her over to Belindas. Since it was on the way anyway, it just made sense for the two girls to ride together.
Chris had to admit he was a little nervous about the whole girls night out. He suspected that when these women got together, they would surely be a bit on the wild side. When Teresa showed up at the door to pick up Cheryl, his fears were certainly NOT put to rest.
Teresa was wearing an outfit very similar to his wifes, but some of the differences bordered on being obscene! Teresa also was wearing a half shirt, but due to her extremely large chest, the material scarcely covered the girls chest, and due to the tightness of it, her boobs were completely on display. She also had on tight shorts and tenni's, but her shorts were MUCH shorter than Cheryls. As he walked behind her, allowing her into the house to wait as Cheryl finished up getting ready, he got an eye full of a LOT of ass cheeks that were clearly showing on the young bubble butted woman. Chris felt his cock twitch a bit at the sight. She definitely looked smokin' HOT!
"Come on slow poke, we gotta hit the road" shouted Teresa up the stairs to Cheryl as she glanced around to catch Chris staring at her ass.
"You might have to take a picture of that ass to hang on the mantle honey" winked Teresa at Chris.