Diverted
Things proceeded pretty much exactly as Eve outlined. I went to visit her that afternoon and she planned our week. When my husband got home that evening I greeted him with dinner already made and asked him if it would be okay if I signed up for her gym on Monday. He saw no problem with that since her husband was putting him up for membership at their golf club. He talked excitedly about the opportunity to be mentored as he was getting tapped for a new project the next day; they'd spent time on the golf course working it out. I smiled and nodded.
The next morning Eve picked me up and we drove to the gym. She helped with the paperwork and then we made our way to the change room. It was a very classy place, newly built in the last couple of years, with modern lines and nice lighting. Plants and art decorated the walls. The change room was warm and comfortable, not like the cold, impersonal floors and walls at like the Y or something. There was an area with lockers but instead of an open concept it had individual rooms for changing and then private showers and bathroom stalls. Everything was top of the line.
I blushed as Eve took my hand and led me into a private change room, locking the door behind us. I shivered as she slid the straps of my sundress over my shoulders, kissing my skin and looking into my eyes hungrily.
"Right away?" I whispered.
"You want me to wait?" she teased.
Eve tugged my dress down and cupped my breasts, kneading as she leaned in to kiss me. I sighed with pleasure as she teased my nipples and her tongue entered my mouth. I ran my hands along her arms and shoulders as we kissed. I stepped out of my dress when it hit the floor.
She stepped back and knelt before me, sliding my panties down and tossing them onto the change room bench. I moaned as she pushed me against the wall and ran her lips along my slit. I shivered, caressing my fingers through her hair.
I had to bite my lip as I gasped, feeling her lips start to suckle my labia softly. I groaned as she intensified her suction and then I felt her tongue. Fuck she made me wet. Here we were once again in a semi-public place and I was letting her do whatever she wanted. I couldn't stop her. I didn't want to.
My fingers tangled in Eve's dark hair, tugging as I bucked against her mouth. Her talented tongue explored my pussy with confidence, touching all the right spots. It was like she knew me this way inside and out already, certainly better than I did myself. She brought me to a shuddering climax with her tongue quickly, and then kept going. My legs trembled as I wriggled against her mouth, panting and whimpering as quietly as I was able. It still echoed softly in the little room, my only hope was that no one outside of it could hear us.
Eve stood up and kissed me. I could taste my juices on her lips. For some reason I was really coming to enjoy that part. Like I thrived on being reminded of my own arousal. She smiled and then we dressed for the gym.
I had to envy Eve's body as we exercised. She wore snug Lululemon exercise pants and a tank top. Her fit form was shown off by the clothes and her expertise on the equipment. Her toned arms and legs, her firm ass... I had to work hard at not staring at her. I felt out of place in my shorts and t-shirt, but I wasn't confident enough to go buying spandex yet. I was still too round in my bottom and a little too chubby around the middle to be as brazen as my friend. My girlfriend? My mistress? My lover? I didn't even know how to think of her.
We did cardio on the treadmills and then some light weight lifting for tone. She talked to me about the importance of weight training for metabolism. I'd been running for more than a year but she made it sound like the rest of my problems with my body shape might be solvable with what I hadn't ever thought to try. In my head "weightlifting" made people bulky and big, which I didn't want, but Eve made it sound like light weights could tone and define without making me bigger than I already was. She also had tips about nutrition that she said she'd help me with after.
As much as that conversation could have been condescending or boring, it made me oddly wet. It was as if her advice and tips were an investment in my well being, which was like code for her attraction to me. And telling me what to do and how to eat would translate into her transforming my body, which would benefit her pleasure... It was confusing but it was like a way for her to claim me all over again. What a twisted thought, and one that made me incredibly horny.
I really didn't know who I was anymore. One weekend with Eve and I was a stranger to myself.
Once we were done we headed to the change room again, making our way to the private showers. Eve took my hand again and locked the door again, but this time she pressed our hands to her mound. I caressed her pussy lips and clit as the water washed us down. She taught me how to stimulate her swollen clit until she was shivering, then she kissed me as she orgasmed. I moaned at the sight of it all, she was so incredibly sexy. It was thrilling to be taught by her.
It was incredibly naughty to come home to my husband after that, knowing I'd been sexual in a semi-public place without anyone else aware of it. I wondered if the thrill of having a dirty secret was one of the things that drove some teenagers to sneak out at night or steal liquor. I'd never done such things until now but the adrenaline rush was speaking to me.
It became a routine pretty quickly. Eve and I went to the gym every morning and had fun in the change room and shower before I went home to prepare lunch, do dishes, do laundry or shopping and make dinner. Sometimes my husband and I watched television or did an outing together, but sometimes he went golfing and I ended up in bed with Eve.
"What do we do when the kids come home?" I asked her on Thursday afternoon.
We were laying in her bed naked. I had sat up against the headboard to talk after she had just finished licking me to orgasm. She propped her head up on her hand to look at me. Eve looked like a smug cat sprawled out along the bed.
"What do you mean?"
"My mom brings the twins back this weekend. Next week I go back to supervising busy four year olds. How do we do this then? My husband will be at work."
"Did you neglect to read the welcome package the gym gave you? They have a daycare. You just drop them off in the morning and meet me upstairs. Nothing has to change. You can do your regular mommy routine the rest of the day and we'll find time for other exploits around that."
I nodded. I hadn't realized there was daycare at the gym, that was helpful. There was something really filthy about dropping my kids off so I could go have sex, but it was an arousing filthy. I had to admit that to myself.
"Plus, they start school in September," I told her. "That will free up a lot of time."
Eve grinned. "Sounds like someone is planning ahead."
"Is that bad?"
"No, darling, it's perfect."
She crawled up towards me with that look in her eyes that made me wet. I spread my legs and it wasn't long until I was crying out. Perfection indeed.
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The summer proceeded pretty much along those lines. Eve would go away some weekends with her husband but we had the gym during the rest of the week. Every couple of weeks we had a Friday where we'd go shopping and make out in a change room or bathroom or the car. We never got to be in a bed or have a marathon the way we did that first weekend but I was happily learning to lick pussy the way she liked.
Everything was going along smoothly in a way I quite enjoyed. I was having regular sex five days a week, which was unheard of before in my life, and my attitude was more positive than I could remember. I woke up happy and exercising was giving me more energy. Chores got easier. I looked forward to September when the kids would start school, whereas in the spring I was apprehensive about my babies growing up. Now it would mean more time with Eve and she was rapidly becoming an addiction, but one that enriched my days.
Two unrelated events would disrupt that happy pattern in ways I never could have predicted. The first was that Eve and her husband planned a trip for themselves. Every year they went away and this year they were going sailing on the coast with friends. I'd never even seen the ocean so I was envious of the trip and her time away from me, but I understood she had to keep up her routine and relationship.
