A Welcome Return

Cruising past mile 7 on the treadmill, Kate felt good, the buzz of the endorphins making her feel on top of the world. Wiping her brow with her towel, she looked around the room through the mirror in front of her. Apart from herself, there were 3 men in the gym, a dear old gentleman walking slowly on an inclined treadmill, one of the personal trainers for the gym was tending to the machines (and admiring himself a little too much in the mirrors) and the guy on the exercise bike behind her. The cycle machinist had been on the rower when she walked in. He'd also been the only one to notice Kate walk in, and had literally missed a stroke on the machine when she started stretching right in front of him. A fact that Kate had not missed as she went through her pre-run warm up routine.

Dressed in figure hugging lycra sports bra, leggings and trainers, her toned body and runner's frame did look good, even if she had to say it herself.

"Hi Kate." said Darren, the personal trainer.

"Hi Darren." managed Kate as she continued to run.

"How far you going today?"

"I'm going all the way to 8 miles, Darren."

"Oooh, checks you, sugar." Darren was eyeing up the guy on the exercise bike almost as much as Kate was. However, clearly his gaydar had picked up on the fact that the cyclist was more interested in Kate than in Darren.

"So, usual routine then Kate?" Darren's attention was back to Kate again.

"Yes, Darren. Pool for a bit then 30 minutes in the sauna."

"Good, good." however, Darren's attention had strayed once more as a well chiseled man in tight lycra wandered into the gym.

"Bye Darren." Kate said to the departing trainer as he homed in on the new man. She chuckled and concentrated on the rest of her run.

Kate waved to Darren as she left the gym, heading for the ladies changing room. She picked up her kit from her locker, peeled herself out of the clinging lycra and changed into her one piece swimsuit. Putting her kit back in her locker she headed for the showers. There were other women in the showers that gave Kate and her high leg swimsuit a disapproving look. Kate, however, knew she'd worn the right outfit at this point, and after making a point of looking as glamourous as she could be as she showered, made her way to the pool.

Kate walked the entire length of the pool to the deep end. Kate noticed that the guy that had been on the rowing machine and the exercise cycle was in the pool and had stared at her as she walked along the side of the pool. At the deep-end, she dived in and swam a couple of lengths before taking a rest at the shallow end. Kate was still at the shallow end with both hands on the wall, feet outstretched lying on her back when the guy from the gym swam up to her and took a breather.

"Wow, I almost didn't recognise you with your clothes off." He said with a grin.

"Oh hi. I'll take that as a compliment I think." Said Kate with a smile.

"You do that." With that he ducked under the water and pushed off, surfacing straight into a front crawl.

Kate sighed, and also pushed off, but leisurely swam breast stroke. Consequently by the time she was back at the shallow end, the guy had done double the lengths. As Kate glided in, he had his arms up on the wall.

"So how far do you go?" He asked Kate.

"I don't know what you mean." Said Kate.

"How far do you go?" He repeated, "On the treadmill?"

"Oh, I see. I can now go for an hour...that's just over 8. " Kate said amusedly.

The guy laughed at this statement from Kate, before leaning in and conspiratorially whispering, "I'm only in the pool as I overheard you saying you were coming in, I just had to see what you looked like in a swimsuit."

"Well, what do you think?" Said Kate, blushing slightly.

"Honest opinion?"

"Always."

"You are a fucking MILF. If I were your husband, I'd not let you out of my sight."

With that he pushed off from the wall, hitting front crawl and putting in another couple of lengths. Kate meanwhile was routed to the spot, she couldn't believe he'd been so forward, yet she was thrilled with the compliment - a jolt of electricity had shot through her body when he had said it.

Kate awaited the return of the stranger, with her legs languidly kicking the water as she led on her back, arms against the wall. As he touched the wall, she leaned over and whispered, "Call me a fucking MILF again, and I won't be responsible for my actions."

She stepped past him, before turning to him and saying, "I'm off to the sauna now."

The guy couldn't move quick enough and as Kate climbed the poolside ladder, she could just about hear him whisper, "Fuck me, what an ass she has."

Grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, Kate walked slowly along the pool to the sauna, followed by the stranger. Kate picked up a towel in the ante room, tossing one to her stranger, and entered the sauna, the heat of the room, catching her lungs. She sat on her towel on the lower bench, gesturing for the stranger to put his immediately behind her. Mercifully, they were alone, as Kate leaned back into the thighs of her stranger. She could feel him tense, then relax as they touched skin.

"So is it just the front crawl, or do you do breast stroke?" Kate asked looking over her shoulder with a naughty smile.

The stranger gulped, as he tried not to choke on his tongue, as Kate took one of his hands and placed it on her breast. Her heart racing as the stranger brushed her nipple with his first touch.

"Oh my god, my wife would kill me if she saw me touching another woman's boobs." he uttered.

Kate, turned to look over her shoulder again, looked him straight in the eye, and moved his hand under her costume.

"Fuck." was all the man could say as he manhandled first her right breast, then both as his other hand dived under the material of the swimsuit. Kate's eyes closed at the sensation of her nipples being rolled, tugged and brushed by a complete stranger whilst in the sauna. Kate could also feel an erection against her neck and the back of her head, clearly the stranger was also enjoying this. Her hand dropped to her groin, rubbing her bare lips and clit through the material, then slipping under and she did feel very wet. Suddenly, Kate stood on the bench, yanked her costume to the side and bending over offered her wet pussy to the man's mouth behind her. Holding onto his wet hair (for balance if nothing else), she ground her lips onto his tongue, moaning in pleasure. Needing no second invitation, Kate's stranger devoured her pussy, licking, flicking, nibbling, sucking her lips and clit.

"Ohhhhhh fffffffuuuucccckkk!" was all Kate could manage to say as her legs started to tense up, quivering as she was being eaten. Kate needed this, and needed it quickly, with her other hand, she started to rub her clit, as she neared her orgasm.

"Oh yesssss, I love my pussy being eaten." she commanded. Her stranger renewed his vigour and added his thumb to her clit, pushing her over the edge. Thankfully he was quick to realise that she lost control and managed to hold her in the throes of her orgasm so that she didn't fall off the bench.

"Oh my fucking god." was all the stranger could utter.

Kate managed to sit back down, panting, adjusting her costume to cover what modesty she had left.

"I see you are also quite good at the breast stroke." Kate said breathily, resulting in a laugh from the stranger. She turned and rubbed his obvious erection through his swimming shorts.

"Would you like to see my best stroke?" she asked.

The stranger could only nod, with Kate's hand on his erection, her eyes locked on his. Kate eased the waistband over his cock and then down (with a shuffling from the stranger) past his balls. Kate leisurely stroked the erect cock in front of her a couple of times before bending and kissing the tip.

"Great technique you have with that stroke." hissed the stranger through gritted teeth.

Kate had to remove the cock from her lips to smile, and then licked the hard cock from tip to balls.

"Oh Fuck, no one's ever done that."

Kate looked back into her strangers eyes once more, and parting her lips, sank onto the cock, causing the stranger to throw back his head as he moaned in pleasure. Kate wasn't finished though, pulling all the way off, she flicked the tip with her tongue and plunged down again, lower still. This resulted in the stranger grabbing the wooden bench in an unintelligible noise, his hips bucking slightly, causing Kate to sink deeper still. Once again she withdrew the slick, saliva coated cock from her mouth, before plunging down so that her nose settled against the stranger's pelvis, her tongue flicking out to his balls.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I am going to come."

Kate's hand reached for the guy's balls, tugging them away from his body, attempting to delay the inevitable and maximise his enjoyment. She withdrew the cock from its warm, wet embrace and pumped it with her other hand, as the guy gritted his teeth, torn between watching the hot MILF in front of him with her mouth open, ready for his come.

"NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHH." was all the stranger could manage to say as he exploded in Kate's hands. The first shot hit her cheek, catching her by surprise before she sank her lips onto the tip and sucked greedily at the rest of his come. Kate had one last surprise for him though. When he'd fired his last shot, Kate pulled off, scraped the come from her cheek with her finger and sucked it clean. Then opened her mouth showing the guy his come, before swallowing it in one gulp and showing an empty mouth to him.

"Fucking hell. Nobody has ever done that to me before." he said.

With that, Kate stood, picking up her towel, and made her way to the door. "Glad I could oblige." she said with a smile at the door.

Kate headed back along the side of the pool, wondering if anyone in the pool realised what she and the stranger had done in the sauna. In the ladies changing room showers she luxuriated in the warm shower in her figure hugging swimsuit, much to the disapproval of the other women there, wondering if any of them were brave enough to have done what she had done. With the disapproving women's glare still on her, she left the shower to retrieve her things and dress to depart the gym.

Kate passed the afternoon quietly, listening to music and drinking wine. By 6pm she had an outfit picked out and decided to try and shower the remaining chlorine out of her hair before date night with the hubby, Stephen. Stephen was coming straight home and was going to meet her at the restaurant, so she'd decided to dress up a little and surprise him, but in the meantime she had a little spare time on her hands. Admiring her naked form in the mirror, Kate was pleased that her hard work had given her the kind of body that caught the eye either out of appreciation or jealousy. Stepping into the shower, she quickly washed her hair, then couldn't help but lather soapy bubbles into her sensitive breasts and hairless pussy. Kate was fortunate that no one else was home as her moans became progressively louder and louder as she slipped a finger into her wet and soapy pussy.

"MMMMMMMMHHGGGGHHHH, Ohhhh!"

Kate slipped another finger into her tight wet pussy, stretching her lips deliciously. Her moans becoming more regular. She couldn't help but add another hand to the fray as firstly she massaged her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard, then slipped her hand to her sensitive clit rubbing it furiously.

"OHHH FUCCCKKKK."

Kate could feel the tension start to build as she pressured herself. Kate squeezed a third finger into herself, and with that, her orgasm started to blow.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM FUCCCCKKKKK! YES! YES! YES!"

Kate's legs started to quiver as her orgasm took control of her body, but she continued to rub herself harder still. Her moans now becoming even louder as she worked towards a second orgasm, and as it hit she lost control of her legs, sliding down the back wall of the shower as the orgasm shook through her body.

"MMMMMMMMMMM FUUUUUCCKKKK YESSSSS!"

Kate's whole body shook and convulsed in pleasure on the floor of the shower, her breathing coming in pants as she took her time to recover.

It was a few minutes of sitting panting in the corner of the shower before she could trust her legs to hold her up to finish her shower. Dressing in just a bathrobe, she dried and styled her auburn hair in a tousled, ready to fuck do, then applied her makeup. Putting on her sexy underwear, she then put on her short black floaty skirt which covered her stocking tops only when she was standing, then put on the hunter green silk backless halter neck. Standing to admire herself in the full length mirror, she slipped into her black heels before putting on her perfume. A car horn sounded, her taxi for the night out, so she picked up her coat and headed out.

The taxi driver outside nearly bust a gut to get out and open the door, when he saw Kate walk towards the taxi. He literally ran round to open the door for her, and Kate gave him an appreciative smile and deliberately flashed her thighs to him. He nearly swallowed his tongue at the view. All the way to the local restaurant he was very chatty and continued to sneak a peak at her thighs at regular intervals, giving Kate a thrill every time he did it. At the restaurant, he ran round to help Kate out of the taxi. Once again, she flashed him her thighs as she exited, and paid for the ride. Kate felt his eyes on her all the way until she was in the restaurant, putting a huge grin on her face.

Walking into the restaurant, all male attention (and a few female eyes also) was on Kate as she clipped in on her heels and made straight for the bar, perching herself on a high stool and ordering a screaming orgasm cocktail from the young (and drooling) barman. Checking the time, she knew that her husband would already be here, and was expecting him to have noticed her arrival, after all every male had.

"Mmm, hey Kate, you look fucking gorgeous." Her husband Stephen whispered in her ear.

Kate spun lazily in her chair and kissed Stephen.

"Hi, hon."

Kate had dropped her small clutch bag as she'd turned round. Stephen had noticed it and bent to pick it up as he faced her. Kate then spread her knees whilst on the stool, giving Stephen a perfect view of her stocking tops and lack of knickers, her bald pussy on plain view to Stephen. Stephen, on his knees, was spellbound at his wife's bare pussy. At a nearby table, an old couple were also staring. Well the old man was staring as soup started to drip off his spoon, whereas his wife was glaring at Kate. Kate smiled firstly at Stephen's reaction, and then locked eyes with the glarer, but it was the old woman who looked away first.

"You dropped this, Kate." Stephen said as he eventually moved from his knees.

"Thanks honey, I'd make a scene if I bent over in this skirt." She said with a knowing grin.

Flirting with her husband all the way through the meal, she also received plenty of attention from the waiters who blushed every time she ordered a cocktails like screwdriver, slow comfortable screw, screaming orgasm to name but a few. At the end of the meal, Stephen paid, leaving a generous tip, and they left the restaurant, heading for his car. For all she'd drunk that night, she was able to walk in her heels without assistance, but Stephen had his arm round her, and her taut ass. At the car, he made a show of opening her door and helping her in, to which Kate flashed her naked pussy at him again when she climbed into the car, resulting in a grin from Stephen.

Returning to their house, Kate offered to make Stephen his first alcoholic drink of the night, as he went to sit down. She poured his favourite drink, and herself one too, before walking seductively back into the living room. Stephen was on the sofa, watching sports, so Kate made a show of putting his drink down in the coffee table, bending right over and baring her ass, stocking tops and her bald pussy.

"Is your drink ok here?" Kate asked coyly as she looked over her shoulder.

Stephen's attention was on her backside and not on the sports.

"Yeah." was all he could manage. Shaking his head to get attention he then asked,

"You couldn't get me some more ice could you?"

Standing, Kate sashayed back to the kitchen, Stephen's attention all over her as she walked away. She picked up a couple of ice cubes from the freezer with her fingers and strutted back to Stephen. It was Kate's turn to be surprised, Stephen was naked, arms on the back of the sofa, his erection prominent. However, this did not deter Kate, this time she faced him, and ran an ice cube up her neck, to her lips and popped it in her mouth. The turned around, bent over, picked up his glass. Kate stood and turned to face Stephen again, before lifting the glass to her lips and letting the ice cube clink into his drink, before offering him the glass.

"Thanks honey." Stephen took the glass, his eyes never leaving Kate.

Kate had one last trick though. Picking up her glass, she then placed a hand on his bare chest and climbed onto his thighs, her knees on the sofa, exposing her bare pussy once more. She took the remaining ice cube and ran it over his chest, circling his nipples, and ran it down towards his navel, causing him to involuntarily shiver at times.

"I don't like my ice cubes to be too cold, I always think they are better if they melt just a bit before you put them in your drink. Don't you agree?" She asked as she continued to run the ice cube over his body. All Stephen could manage was a strained nod of his head. Kate had him in the palm of her hand at this point, and she knew it. She removed herself from his lap, before kneeling between his knees, remaining in eye contact at all times. The ice cube continually running over his body, causing his nipples to become painfully erect. She then ran the ice cube lower, resulting in a squirm as she touched his cock, then his balls with the cold cube. Stephen gritted his teeth as she ran the cube the length of his cock before she popped it seductively into her mouth, lifted her glass and let it drop into her drink. She then took a sip of her drink, and smiled at her man.

Bending over, Kate kissed the top of his cock, then ran her tongue down the shaft to his balls, sucking one then the other into her hungry mouth. Stephen's groans telling her that he liked it, a lot. Letting his ball go with a slurping noise, she took another sip of her drink, before looking into his eyes, sinking her mouth onto his cock. Stephen's eyes closed initially at her contact, before staring down at her as she lavished a very sloppy blow job to his cock. Kate had to put her drink down in order to continue, Stephen moaning with pleasure, as she gave him a long, slow blowjob, gagging slightly from time to time, slapping his cock on her cheek. In all honesty, she thought, he couldn't have got better if he'd paid for this blow job.

After 10 minutes, Stephen's hand strayed to her hair, and taking a handful, helped her bob up and down on his cock.

"Fucking hell, you are a cock sucking slut." He said as she bobbed up and down. Kate was thrilled at this and sucked harder and sped up, helped by Stephen's hand in her hair. His cock causing her to slobber all over him, as she gave him a proper blow job.

Kate was then dragged off his cock, leaving a trail of saliva looping from her mouth to the tip of his cock.

"Get on the sofa, slut." Stephen commanded.

Standing, she wiped her mouth, and took off her halter neck and started to take her skirt off.

"Just hitch it up, slut. You've been flashing everyone, we all know you're not wearing pants. Get on your fucking knees."

A jolt courses through her veins as she did so, climbing onto the sofa, looking over her shoulder at him. Stephen climbed onto the sofa, and having taken time to admire the view, slapped her ass. Kate yelping slightly from the unexpected stinging contact.