Denise watched as the timer on the treadmill counted down the last few seconds of her workout. She loved these early morning workouts with the other mothers from the school parent's council. It fit nicely between dropping the kids off at school and the hectic schedule of the day's activities.
Just as Denise stopped, and wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel, Mrs. Jones commented, "Denise, I hate you! How can you look like that after three kids? I only have two and I'm ten pounds heavier than I should be. Look at all those guys over there. They drool all over themselves watching you," Indicating several men who were obviously watching every move Denise made.
"Oh don't exaggerate; they probably couldn't handle a real woman." Denise replied, as if she could care less.
"Well if we all had your looks, Denise, maybe we could afford the same attitude." Mrs. Carter interjected, raising laughter from the ladies all around.
Denise smiled, managed a pretend blush, and said, "Well, ladies I'm late for the dentist's office. I'll see you all later. Bye."
As she walked away the ladies commented among themselves that given a second chance at life they wanted to come back as Denise Wilson.
The dentist's office didn't open until eight-thirty, it was now eight and Denise tapped lightly at the dentist's private entrance to the building. Dr. Mark Denon opened the door and invited her in with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Once inside, while mouthing the 'good morning, how have you been' nonsense, Denise begins to strip off the tube top and sports bra she is wearing, stoops to remove her shorts and thong in one motion, and places them neatly on the dentist's desk. She then takes a position bent over at the waist, with her elbows on the desk, feet spread just a little more than shoulder width apart.
Moving into position behind Denise, Dr.Denon drops his trousers around his ankles and places one hand on Denise's hip, the other holds his erect penis, firmly shaking it before placing it at the opening to her vagina, pushing forward, meeting a slight hesitation, then fully penetrating her. He begins to stroke in and out, placing his free hand on her other hip, he closes his eyes and relishes the opportunity to fuck the most wonderful woman he had ever met, certainly the most beautiful in the small town of Cave Springs.
"God, Denise, I really do like having you after your workout. It makes it so much better, if that's possible." Dr. Denon says, grunting between thrusts.
"You really know how to compliment a woman, Mark." She responds.
As they finish up, and Denise is cleaning herself, Dr. Denon asks her if the school fund raiser is still on for that evening. She explained that it was, and then remembered that they were supposed to go for drinks afterwards. "Oh, that's right Dan and I are supposed to come over for drinks at your place tonight, aren't we?" She remembered.
"Yeah, Mary has everything planned out. She's really excited you guys are coming over."
"Well, I'll give her a call and let her know we are looking forward to it." Denise promises. "See you later."
Back outside she rushes to her car, speeds toward home and a hot shower. Tuesdays are always a rush she thinks. In the shower she remembers how after marrying Dan they moved to his home town to live. It wasn't so bad except that everyone knew everyone else and privacy was nonexistent. Denise had grown up being the center of attention. She learned early how to deal with a lack of privacy.
Her husband loved the fact that every man wanted and lusted for his lovely wife. He believed that she was a true trophy and relished everyone's envy. But Dan only made enough money to be 'moderately well off'. This wasn't good enough for Denise so she took matters into her own hands. If all those guys lust after me, she thought, they can damn well pay for it. And pay they did. Dr. Denon was the first, when the kids would go in for check ups, he would make passes at Denise. Later she would make an offer he couldn't refuse. That was a year ago, now she stopped by every Tuesday after her morning workout. The families were still good friends and the business was great.
Having cleaned up, Denise was off for the weekly grocery shopping. She always stopped at the butcher's shop last, so she began her shopping at the cost-cutter store at the edge of town. Grabbing a cart at the entrance, she waves to the box boy that watches approvingly as she walks into the produce section. Looking up from the vegetables she sees a neighbor lady approaching with her twin freckle faced boys in tow.
"Hi, Mrs. Wilson. How are you?" She beams.
"Why, Mrs. Denon, I was just going to call you about our get-together tonight. You must be reading my mind." Denise says.
"Oh, Mrs. Wilson, we are so excited to have you all over. Mark just admires your husband, Dan." Mrs. Denon admits.
"Oh, you're too sweet."
"Well, we'll see you tonight."
"Bye."
Denise wondered if Mark ever slept with his wife anymore, she wasn't attractive at all. Perhaps she was before, but not that you could tell.
Denise moved along the aisle and into the canned goods section. Needing to reach something on the top shelf she stretched as far as she could but just lacked the reach to get at the box. "Damn box stores." She muttered.
Seeing her consternation a box boy hurried to her side and offered his assistance. She fawned all over him as he retrieved the box, made the necessary selection and replaced it for her. The box boy was in heaven. To have spoken with Mrs. Wilson was a triumph; to have helped her was an honor few could brag of. He wandered back to his work, smiling with that 'I just saw an angel' look on his face.
On through the check-out Denise felt the admiring eyes follow her every move. Denise was, however, use to it. She was comfortable with the attention. At the door, as she was leaving, the manager, a portly middle aged unmarried gentleman, made a veiled pass at her. She was polite, but refused his overtures. She had decided that only married 'pillars of the community' types would be invited into her 'business', as she called it.
Completing all her shopping but the butcher's shop, Denise pulled into the open space in front of the meat-cutter's little shop. Walking in she is greeted by several of the ladies who had only started shopping there after seeing Denise shop there so often. At one time Tim, the butcher, had considered closing up shop and going into truck driving as a profession. That was before Denise came in that first time last year and things turned around.
"Hello everyone." Denise says with a smile and a wink.
A chorus of greeting and admiration flooded over her as she glided into the middle of the adoring throng. Moving to the display cases she peruses the display as Tim deals with each customer in turn, until Denise is the last one remaining. Smiling, Tim invites Denise into the back room to see the new 'special cuts' he has saved for her, asking the young clerk to watch the store momentarily.
In the back room Denise strips and bends over the large stainless steel preparation table, leans on her elbows, and spreads her legs a little more than shoulder width apart. Tim drops his trousers around his ankles and begins to press his penis into Denise from behind.
