This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life.
A little about me. As i write this I am a sixty + year old, still sexually active, bi, woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm still perfect but in slightly larger sizes.
This is the much delayed sequel to my Chaperones story.
From Chaperones...
Later with me in my bed and him in his 'H' thanked me for listening to his story saying he had never told anyone before. I told him I thought he did the right thing and I admired him for standing by the woman he loved. He simply said: "I value your opinion. Thanks for listening."
I asked him if I could share the reason why I feel this way. I told him that only a year into my marriage I discovered I would never have children. I never knew why but my husband completely lost interest in sex and eventually left me. Those two events were a tsunami in my life. I had been faithful to my husband and I was also a virgin on my wedding night and now I was alone. My life changed and I changed and did things and allowed things to be done to me sexually that I would never have considered before.
"H" was silent. I was silent.
Still don't know why but I got out of bed and stood beside his bed. I took off my night gown and stood before him naked.
"H" said nothing but lifted his blanket in welcome.
Chaperones - Part 2
At the last possible moment I changed my mind. This was wrong, just wrong, for him and for me. I stood for a few moments, put my shirt back on and told him I was sorry I could not go further, not now, not under these circumstances.
Henry simply said: "I understand" and I returned to my bed. Not another word was said about our "almost" affair until much later. We simply returned to our lives. I continued with Henry as my fitness coach and life routine resumed.
Weeks later, walking into the gym locker room early one morning I met Marcela. As I turned the corner into the inner room she was standing near a locker quite naked, obviously changing into her workout sweats. She glanced up without the slightest sign of modesty and said hello. I was a little surprised at how unreserved she was standing there naked chatting with me.
Marcy, as she called herself, was very attractive and appeared to be about my age, maybe a little younger. I later learned she was 58. Dark blond hair with just a tuff above her privates, 5'2" and amazing very alive blue eyes. When she stretched to put something on the top shelf of her locker I couldn't help but notice the perfect curve of her breasts and her cute butt and great legs. I have always, in my adult life at least, been physically attracted to some women and I wonder if others look at me and find me attractive in that same way.
Marcy, now ready for her workout, sat and waited as I changed. I was naked from the waist down and as I pulled my top over my head I thought I caught her staring between my legs. Unlike her I am shaved. The Chemistry I felt was strong but it was perhaps just wishful thinking. She was white and I was black so there was the appeal of the unfamiliar at play.
As we headed out into the gym to work out we both headed to the treadmills and chatted as we walked.
That was where in fact I learned she was 58, married for thirty years and had two older children. When she talked about her husband who was coincidentally also named Greg, I could sense a partnership and a solid love relationship I hoped to one day have with my Greg.
Marcy and I had otherwise little in common but still there was something that kept us talking and together for that days workout. I learned that Marcy went to the gym early in the morning before work three times a week and I made up my mind to be there at her next visit.
Two days later we "accidentally" met again, She was a great workout partner, fun and pushy. I needed pushy now and then especially in the gym.
Marcy was my height and slightly less curvy in all respects. It's hard to describe her without using the word "curvy." She is amazingly fit and flexible but the extra weight she also carried is undeniable. We shared that problem.
When we talked about our histories Marcy described herself as being 'sort of' Irish Her mom was Japanese and her dad was Irish. As she talked I could see her dad and her mom in her features. She told me she got her dads height and eyes and her mom's hair and facial features. She laughed and said she had no idea where her bust and butt came from, they were not her moms.
I told her that I thought I got my hair and eyes from my mom.
Marcy and I had more than we initially thought in common and began to socialize outside of the gym. As I grew to know her I learned that she like me survived a brief bad marriage. Marcy is a recovering alcoholic so as you can imagine "going for a drink" was not on the list of social activities. Over dinner one evening she told me about an experience with Henry. Obviously the mention of Henry got my attention.
Marcy told me a surprising story of how Henry had seduced her and I should be careful of him. She said it all ended pretty quickly and she had no hard feelings toward him. Her husband of course knew nothing of it. This happened before he met me so I knew now that most, at least, of what he had told me was a lie. As Marcy described what happened it became obvious that he had used the same story with her.
