The Lost Wives Running Club

I let a passionate grunt as the cock slid into my wet pussy, as deep as I could let it. The cock hovered for a moment, then began lightly thrusting into me, in and out.

The feeling was exquisite. I had not had a cock inside of me for...ages. And this was so different.

I should back up a little bit.

Shelly and I have been dating for a few months now. As I have already let you know, the sex was fantastic. We both loved each other a lot.

As summer turned into Autumn, we grew closer. Nothing like a chill in the air to bring out the cuddles. I was spending so much time at her home, we both agreed it was silly for me to keep my apartment, so I moved in with her. Naturally, this increased the amount of sex we had.

Sure, there were some dry spells. Being a healthy woman in her early twenties and she in her late 20s, we both had cycles. Contrary to widespread belief, our patterns did not catch up and meet each other.

We had both agreed long ago that we would allow ourselves to explore. A brand-new door had been opened for both of us. We both wanted to explore the worlds within.

After a half marathon, I had made out very briefly with another runner named Tina. She left me lusting for a lot more. Shelly, meanwhile, had made out with her mother, Beth. Shelly, of course, had been lusting for more herself.

In accordance with Murphy's Law, the mother and daughter were out of town the next weekend.

This gave Shelly and I an opportunity to try something new.

You might remember, early on we had visited a sex shop and bough a strap on. We had both flirted with the cashier, with spectacular failure. I am not sure if it was nervousness from using the toy, frustration with the cashier, the newfound lust to explore each other or all three, but once we got home the toy went into her closet and was promptly forgotten.

Until, during a burst of energy, Shelly cleaned out her closet. Some of it was pent up frustration for want of Beth and Tina, but a lot of it was to make room for my stuff. I have a lot of stuff. She has a lot of stuff. We needed to get our stuff organized so it was not so stuffed, and so that we could find our stuff when we needed stuff.

That is when she found the strap on.

I was in the bathroom, putting some of my stuff in the medicine cabinet when she called me. She was holding the toy up, sans box.

"Remember this?" she asked chipperly.

I nodded, walking to her to inspect it. "I forgot about this," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "Me too." She pressed a button on the side. "Battery's dead, though. Has a USB charge." With a smile, she went to her charger station, switched some cables, and charged the toy while both of us went back to working on our stuff, the anticipation of what would take place building within.

That night, we had a lovely meal together with plenty of wine, then proceeded to the bed to make out.

"We need to try the toy out tonight," Shelly said in the middle of a shower of kisses. I nodded in agreement.

It had fully recharged.

Though it came in many colors, the sky blue was the most to our liking. And though the shop had many strap ons to choose from, this one caught our eyes. Not only did it vibrate on both ends, but it had both ends. There was not only a shaft for the fuckee, but a little vibrating shaft for the fucker. Both were ribbed and slightly curved. Aside from the pressable on/off button and the plugin for the USB, there were no other buttons or anything. The speed of the toy could be controlled by a paired phone. Shelly had connected her phone with the strap on.

She put it around her waist and secured it, so it was tight. "Not too bad," she said, inspecting the belt. She inspected the shaft. "Not too bad at all. Rubbery. Not too big. Not too big at all."

I nodded. My fingers reached towards the smaller shaft on the inside of the strap on. It was lying under her pussy. I moved it around a little, positioning it over her opening. "Already wet," I said, nodding in approval.

She grinned. "Anything for you, dear." She let out a small gasp as I slid down the shaft inside of her. "Oh, that feels very nice!" she said.

I grabbed her phone. "Let's see how this works, then."

I fiddled with the settings for a couple of moments before settling on a slow, easy buzz. She sat on the bed on her knees, eyes closed, taking in the sensation. "Feels nice," she breathed. "Perfect for right now." She looked at me, biting her lower lip. "Now it is time for me to mount my fine lady!"

With a laugh, we fell to the bed, kissing passionately. We both still had our t-shirts on, but I could still feel her hardening nipples inside the cloth.

She felt between my legs. "Also very wet," she said with a smile.

I nodded.

She slid inside of me. It was as if every nerve ending centered around my pussy. The curve reached a perfect place, the dimples in the toy feeling perfect as they moved along my walls. My walls gripped her as she thrust into me slowly, my arms wrapped around her neck, my legs wrapped around her waist.

Shelly supported herself on her forearms, her fingers playing in my hair. Her head was buried in the pillow next to my head as she fucked me, little grunts coming from her with each thrust. I answered with the same.

I reached for her phone, changing the setting. Just a little bit faster.

Shelly answered by fucking me a little bit faster.

My arms and legs wrapped around her tighter.

Our grunts grew louder.

She let out a loud grunt as her body shook. I continued thrusting my hips.

We rolled over and I rode her, pressing my pussy as far as I could onto the rubbery cock, feeling it shift and slide the other end deeper into her.

She let out a squeak and erupted in another orgasm. I thrust myself on her for a few frantic seconds and let my own orgasm envelope my body.

I rose from the toy, letting it slip from me with a pop. I moved to unbuckle the toy, Shelly helping, then slid it around my own waist. I slid the little cock inside of me with a grunt, then moved her around until she was in front of me on all fours.

Good grief, folks, my girlfriend has an incredible ass. I mean, it was perfect. Sliding my rubber bit into that beautiful pussy, surrounded by that heart shaped ass...wow. The combination of the wonderful view and the feeling of the vibrating rubber hitting my spot just perfectly, that sent me over the edge quickly in succession.

I spread her cheeks, watching it take my rubber cock, her walls wrapping around it with each thrust, her cute pink butthole winking at me with each thrust. She buried her head into the pillows and let another scream out as she was hit by another orgasm, mine quickly following.

We collapsed into the bed, again arm in arm, again happy as could be.

Running a marathon is not an easy thing. If it were, millions would be doing it.

It takes a lot of training, a lot of will power, a lot of pain -- and a lot of time.

The Columbus Marathon is one of the bigger marathons, though nowhere near the biggest. It was my first a few years ago and one I have continued to do since. I know the course, I know the twists and turns and tough parts.

Meanwhile, this was my 12th marathon.

I was approaching mile number 20. Usually, that is a pretty tough one. By that time, I am aching, I am having a tough time with my breath, my brain is full of doubts and, well, it is just working too much. In a run like this, it is your brain that can be your biggest enemy.

Not today.

Today, the weather was perfect -- when the race started a couple of hours ago, it was in the high 30s and overcast. The sun is great for a short run, but for a long run it can take your energy.

Not today.

Today, the clouds hid the sun, the temperatures stayed cool so our bodies did not overheat, the wind was breezy enough to feel good.

I was rocking this marathon, feeling better than I had ever felt at this point.

All because I had tried something new.

Usually before a marathon, I had a rule -- no orgasms for a couple of days before. I felt they would seep my mojo, that they would make me tired. Not that I really had any opportunities to cum before a marathon -- I was either single or married to the non-interested man.

Shelly thought different. She felt orgasms relaxed our bodies, shaking off the cobwebs of our minds, making our minds freer.

In the weeks leading to the marathon, we had a couple of 5ks, a 10k and another half marathon. We had sex the nights before the 5ks and 10ks and I felt like I was doing a lot better in them. Hell, in one I set a personal record and felt like I had done so without trying.

When the half marathon came up, she tried to convince me again, but I shunned her. I was too nervous as it was. I felt like I needed my sleep.

By the time the day before the marathon came up, I was a bundle of nerves. This is nothing new. I am always a bundle of nerves before any race and that bundle grows larger with the larger races. There were times I felt like my eyeballs were shaking so much as we shopped through the expo that I could not see.

By this time, we did not hide our relationship from others. We held hands a lot at the expo, she pulling me this way and that to different booths. At one point, we ran into a couple of other ex-wives and talked. She put her arm around my waist, holding me closely. She even kissed me on the cheek a couple of times.

This was all to try to curb my nervousness, I knew. She was doing the half the next day but seemed more nonchalant about it. Me, I felt like some of my veins were about to run the race for me.

We had a nice full meal at a nice, yummy, noisy Italian restaurant near our hotel, then went back to our room. It was only a little before six o'clock, but in my mind the day was almost over. I would need sleep that night to prepare for the race, if I could even sleep.

I prepared my outfit for the next morning, set three different alarms for 4 a.m., stripped, put on a t-shirt and lay in the bed. Shelly cuddled up next to me. I lay there, stiff as a board.

She kind of smirked at me.

"You are never going to get to sleep like that, Cindy," she said with a giggle. She began very lightly running her hands over my body. "How about a massage to calm you down?"

I nodded. She continued running her hands over me, lightly kneeding my legs and arms. She rolled me over to my back, where she began working on my back and around my spine. I could feel myself relaxing a little bit, some of the pressure and anxiety draining from my body.

She gave my legs a very good working over, gently caressing out the knots and tension, then moved back up and began working on my shoulders. It was really feeling damn good.

She sat astride me, working my muscles, using my butt as a seat as she worked my shoulders. I could feel the tension melting away. I was growing a little bit more sleepy. She worked my shirt up and off, really concentrating on loosening my arms and shoulders and upper back.

I could feel her bare vagina rubbing on my butt cheeks. She let out a sigh. I let out a sigh.

She worked her way down, working hard on my middle back and on my lower back. She still sat astride of me, me being able to feel her bare pussy working down my leg.

Shelly worked my glutes, caressing and rubbing and massaging them. She worked down my legs, massaging me expertly. I swear she could have been a professional.

She turned me over, massaging me more on the front of my legs, working her way up. She worked my sides, my waist, my pecs, my arms, my shoulders, my neck.

Her body was atop of mine, completely naked. She looked down at me, smiling.

She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. I welcomed her lips, parting mine softly, my tongue slipping out of my mouth and into hers. She let out a little sigh, I let out a little sigh.

As we kissed, her hands went between my legs.

"Shelly, honey...I don't...I don't...I don't..." I let the words drift off.

She lay in the bed next to me, her head supported by one arm as she looked me in the eyes, as I looked her in the eyes. Her fingers wandered gently between my legs, gently parting my lips, feeling and spreading my wetness.

I let out a soft sigh.

She smiled. She slid a finger inside of me, then a second as she continued with her eyes fastened on mine. My eyes still swam in hers.

Deep inside of me she put her fingers, exploring me. She extended her thumb and began softly circling my button, softly touching it, softly spreading my moisture over it and caressing it in its pool of wetness.

Shelly leaned over and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it gently.

I noticed she had pressed herself into my side, her wet pussy pressing against me as she softly humped me as she fingered me, as she sucked on my nipple.

I was lost. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. I moved my hips so they not only met her fingers, but met her own groin, humping her back.

I grunted as I came, the tension releasing from my body. A few seconds after that, Shelly moaned in my ear as she shuddered in her own orgasm, before moving down and consuming my pussy, licking and lapping me until I erupted in a second orgasm.

We embraced in a deep, loving kiss, our lips dancing and exploring each others' faces and necks and bodies for a few moments as our trembles subsided.

Finally, I lay resting my head on her shoulder before drifting into a calm, satisfying sleep.

I awoke the next morning rested and ready.

We both started in the same coral, she doing the half marathon. We hugged and kissed a few times before the start, then once our turn came, went out of the gate at a good pace.

She paced me the whole 12 miles our races ran together. She was running her half a bit slower than she normally runs a half, but she had planned to run with me during this race anyhow. I went out nice and easy, letting our conversation take my legs. The previous night's orgasms did not tire me, but seemed to invigorate me. I felt like we were going at a nice comfortable pace, and talking with her, looking at the city sights as we ran and feeling each others' company kept any negative thoughts about the race away from my mind.

When she turned towards the starting line and I continued towards the halfway point of my own race, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

I kept running at a comfortable pace, letting the cheers of the crowd move me on. Through the streets we went. Every once in a while, another runner would slow down or start walking, the pounding of the marathon getting to them. Myself, I still felt energized.

We went through the campus and around the football stadium, university students cheering us on and handing out energy drinks and light munchies. At one time, I swear I saw the glowing figure of Tina in a crowd of students, but I was not sure. I was in a zone.

We made the slow turn, heading back towards the finish line, still a good six miles in the distance. Every once in a while, I could see through the trees enough that I swear I could see the concrete and glass towers in the distance. More runners began slowing down and walking, but I kept on moving.

As we were running down the smooth street of one of the nicer neighborhoods, I felt a hand tap my ass. "Keep that cute ass moving! You are doing great!"

I turned and to my surprise saw Shelly, on a bike, next to me. She grinned. I felt my energy growing.

"How you feeling?"

I nodded. "Damn good."

She nodded ahead. "Twenty miles around this corner. You've got this." She looked at her watch. "You are doing great, babe!"

I realized I had not looked at my own watch for a while. I glanced at it. We passed the 20 mile marker. I glanced at the watch again. I started doing the math in my head.

Runners are terrible at math, especially when we are running, but I tried. "I think I might set a PR!" I said.

My legs were starting to feel a little bit of the mileage, but this time my mind won out. Hell, they weren't hurting that much! I kept on the same pace.

Shelly kept with me almost the entire time. Once I rounded the final turn a half mile away from the finish line, I was on my own as the course was gated off. Shelly took off on her bike towards the finish line from another route, while I kept on running.

I knew I had it before I was anywhere near the finish line. Heck, for the first time in my life, I was passing people who were still finishing the half marathon. In the end, I beat my previous personal record by more than 10 minutes, and felt like I could still keep going.

Of course, walking through the finisher's chute and cooling down made the aches and pains appear. But, I felt good -- better than I had ever felt after a race.

Once I got into the regular crowd, Shelly found me and gave me a big hug. "I guess cumming the night before a big event is not a bad idea!" I whispered in hear ear as she laughed with me.

Standing in the crowd, she held me tight, looking me deep into my eyes, then placed a huge passionate kiss on my lips. I couldn't care less who was watching and returned it. When we were done, I saw some of our friends giving us a silent clap.

We had to check out of the hotel quickly -- even though we had asked for late checkout, the time was still coming up. We got into the car and began the long drive home. On the way, we stopped at a local pizza place, where we finished the whole damn thing, no left overs, no crumbs.

When we got home, Shelly gave me a deep, relaxing massage before we both fell asleep in each others' arms.