Mitch's Discovery
Author's Note:
This story is a continuation of the Remi and Eden storyline which began with the 4-part series, "Wife Succumbs in Hawaii" and continued with "Remi and Eden -- The Lifestyle", also a 4 -part story. You may wish to read those stories first to best enjoy this offering.
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It was Wednesday afternoon and the elderly men whistled softly as Remi jogged past the park bench that they were sitting on. Even at their advanced age, her beauty was enough to inspire memories of glory days gone by.
As Remi ran past, their conversation stopped and all three men's heads turned from left to right to admire the form of the buxom figure as she passed.
"Man, would I love to do her! If only I was 20 years younger!" they each thought.
Remi was taking a brisk jog/stroll through the city park. Her circuitous route was taking her around and through the entirety of the park. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and her manner of dress reflected the warm weather conditions.
The attractive Asian wife was wearing white jogging shoes accompanied with lavender pair of skorts and a form-fitting white top. From a distance, it looked like an extremely short skirt. Her tanned, shapely legs were perfect as she ran along.
Her hair was in a ponytail held in place by a visor.
The 53-year-old Filipina had the shape and appearance of a much younger woman, early- to mid-30's. All her life, she had been mistaken for a much younger woman and now, she still had the look: slender figure, large breasts, beautiful face and engaging smile.
For years, men had been trying to find ways to grab her attention, flirt with her and get her alone, all in the hopes of seducing her and getting her into bed to enjoy the pleasures of being with such a beautiful creature.
In 25 years of marriage, only her husband, Mitch, had experienced the luxuriance of her soft curvaceous body.
All her life, she had managed to avoid the hounds, the men who sought to conquer her and bring her to their bed. She recognized the lust in their eyes and would always walk in the opposite direction wherever she saw trouble coming.
Now, though, the tables were turned. She was the one on the hunt.
She was the cougar seeking prey and, at the moment, she had a particular one in mind.
It was unlikely that her target would try to avoid her.
Remi was running through the city park, looking for a baseball field. But not just any baseball field. She was looking to find the coach of one particular team.
Ostensibly, she was just out for a jog. Often, she slowed to a brisk walk. In truth, she had already spotted her target. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Steve was looking her way and tracking her.
The previous night, Remi had attended the women's guild meeting, though she no longer had a child at the high school, her youngest having graduated the year before. She arranged to bump into Connie, a slightly stocky woman she knew only casually.
Remi wore her friendliest face as she ran into Connie "accidentally": "Oh, hi, Connie! How are you?"
She went on to inquire about Connie's kids, the school, her work, before she got to the real point of her visit there:
"And how is your husband, Steve? What has he been up to?"
From their conversation, she learned how she could arrange to run into Steve at this park and at this time.
Knowing that he had been watching her, she slowed and stopped by the fence surrounding the field to watch the boys practicing. She pretended that she hadn't noticed him.
The boys had also noticed her and wished that they were Coach Steve as he left them to run their drills on their own.
Steve approached Remi from behind.
"Hi, Remi," he said. "I'm surprised to see you here."
"Oh, hi, Steve," she replied as she acted surprised.
She twisted her body slightly, bit her lip and pulled on a loose strand of hair. "I'm just out for a run and thought I would try a new track."
Steve was pleased to see her preening, an unconscious habit that indicates a desire to attract.
"Well, I'm glad you did. I don't think I've seen you since the day of the street fair," Steve noted.
It was at the street fair that Steve had lured Remi away from her husband and taken her to his art gallery to look at some paintings by local artists. He had done some minor flirting with her when they were alone in the studio.
He had made a point of showing her a recreation of Michelangelo's David sculpture and stood very close behind her, hoping she would become excited at the sight of the nude artwork.
His left hand held her slightly by her waist and his right was on her hip as he pointed out characteristics of the sculpture.
Remi was flattered by the attention but she easily deflected his pass.
She was slightly flushed and excited when she returned to her husband, Mitch, after seeing the gallery.
Now, though, she was here at the baseball field, fishing for an invitation to see the art gallery once again.
Steve was dressed appropriately for the hot day: tennis shoes, shorts and a baseball jersey.
As he spoke, he could feel his manhood beginning to swell because of his proximity to the shapely Filipina. But he didn't want his players, particularly his son, to see him spending too much time talking to the sexy jogger.
"I have to get back. Maybe, you'd like to see the art gallery again sometime?"
"I'd like that. My cell number is still in the school parent directory, I think. Call me," she said with a wink.
Both the baseball coach and the sexy Asian wife walked away, flushed with anticipation at the possibility of a new coupling.
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It was Friday night. Remi and her Filipina girlfriends were out again for a night of dancing at the club. "Just us girls," Remi always told Mitch.
The outfits that Remi wore to go out were getting sexier and she was coming home later and later. Mitch and his overly active imagination continued to envision scenarios where Remi would find herself in compromising situations.
He imagined her as a real-life Little Annie Fanny, getting caught by some wolf, being taken advantage of and being separated from her friends.
Then, being separated from her clothes.
He envisioned so many different scenarios: a back alley, a limousine, a dollar adult movie theater, the men's room at the club.
It was only two weeks ago that he had faced his harshest nightmare: the sight of a woman who looked like his wife of 25 years getting pumped full of cum on a couch.
He had been away at a convention and called Remi. When his facetime call was returned, he spent nearly an hour living his worst fear.