More than a full decade of marriage to the same person brings with it a familiarity that is difficult to achieve any other way.
My Kay and I could best be described as one person. We thought alike, we are both tall, slender and in shape.
Athletic would be the word. Kay kept up with her basketball by teaching a girl's team at a local gym. I used my home gym to lift, and I also went for regular runs, logging a fast 5 miles at least once a week. I also belonged to the gym but I seldom went there to work out, I mostly went there to watch.
My 6'2" frame went well with her 5'11" body, and I tipped the scales at 190 to her 140 pounds.
We even looked like a perfect match.
We were blessed with total trust of each other, that was nice. No worries about Kay snooping in my wallet or vice-versa, I never looked and never thought to.
One secret I did keep was I did like to look at women bodybuilder types. Something about their muscular builds, slender waists, the tiny thongs that snugged up close showing clearly that they were hairless yanked my chain.
I was sure Kay had no idea, just as I was also sure she knew nothing of the massage therapist I saw from time to time that was nice and friendly.
Maybe that part was wrong of me but I didn't see it as cheating. It just felt good, and seemed to me to be a normal way to end a nice massage.
The woman I saw was Sylvia, she was a bubbly and friendly gal that at one time had been a personal trainer and added massage as a way to increase her income.
By the time I had visited her perhaps a dozen times and we were pretty good friends. I had erected a few times, I guess that is normal. She just asked me one day with a smile if I would like her to take care of that and I said sure without hesitation.
I realized that day that it was something she really liked to do, that made it fun. Her strong but soft as silk hands wrapped around my length, and she did overlapping strokes upwards. The style was odd, not like Kay would do at all. Kay would use one hand and pump up and down. Sylvia somehow managed to create massively powerful orgasms, and often even more than one.
One might think that next we would be having an affair, but that never happened. I did see her dark nipples a couple of times when her halter top gapped a bit as she leaned over to work on me.
That was no big deal, either. Often women who work out are small busted and things slip out as they work with weights. Nobody pays any attention much, they tug their breasts back in and keep right on.
I paid attention, I was always looking for the nipple slip, the peek of a hairless vagina lip poking out of a tiny thong.
Like I said, I went to the gym to watch more than exercise.
Sylvia was small busted and muscular, too. Like I said, my type. Call it a fetish if you will.
Then came that day I stumbled on a web site, there were photos of women bodybuilders in the nude. I paid the fee and joined.
It was great. All of the fantasies I had ever had about what they looked like without the tiny thongs and tops were right there on the screen.
Then came that day when I clicked on the contest and found my Kay there. I almost fell out of my chair in shock. There was no doubt, the blemish on her hip, the one photo that showed part of her face in a coy profile convinced me.
At the same time I was erect beyond belief, I actually came in my pants without touching myself, something I did not remember ever happening before.
Then the short video for the finals, Kay didn't win but she came darned close. I would have cast an extra vote but I played the video so many times I never even got around to voting.
I confronted her that evening, sliding the photo of her on her knees, naked, spread completely for the world to see. I was pounding away at her in lust from behind at the same time, right there on our living room carpet.
Kay was blushing furiously, she was caught. She couldn't hide the fact that she liked to show off, expose herself.
It registered on me that there had been many "accidents" over the years that I was witness too, I never even thought that it might be deliberate.
Kay was just Kay, not overly modest but not blatant about it either. She always wore panties but they were usually the thin sheer kind, she always wore bras but they were the very loose sling type sports bras. The fact that she was small busted, barely a "B" cup meant that if she leaned over at all she was always peeking out.
Now I knew she was a closet exhibitionist, it had just not struck me before.
We had quite a long discussion, she calmed down when she realized I was not mad at her. That changed to her getting all hot and bothered again when she discovered I was not only not furious but I was excited.
She mentioned how she had always liked to be looked at. It was part of why she was so into sports, that was opportunity to wear less clothing in public.
Some things started to click for me. The thin sports bras, loose legged shorts. Wraparound skirts, her normal daily dress style. I remembered seeing her come home with a thin body suit she wore when lifting weights and exerising, if she did any sweating at all that would probably become very sheer. It was so thin in the crotch that there was just one snap.
It all began to fit. Imagine, after nearly a dozen years of marriage with all of the signs right in front of me it never registered.
Kay seemed to relax when I told her I didn't mind, in fact, the idea excited me. I told her in a husky voice that she could dress any way she liked, no bra, no panties, whatever she wanted to do.
That got us going again, I was sliding myself into her again when it hit me.
Who took the pictures?
Later as we lay cuddled up, Kay's hand absentmindedly sliding up and down my slick and half soft member, I simply asked.
"Boy, do I have a story for you!" She said, smiling.
"You know Gerald, down at the club?"
Yea, I knew Gerald. He was one of the trainers, he was overdeveloped, not world class build but good. I had seen him a few times, never paid any attention.
"I thought he was gay?" I said.
"He isn't." She giggled.
"OK. Now you had better tell me."
"Well, you know he does massage?"
Yes, I knew that, most of the trainers did.
"He has worked on me many times, when I get a sore leg or arm or something like that."
I just nodded, I knew that, too.
"It's like when you go see that Sylvia lady after your workouts?"
I managed to keep a straight face at that one.
"Well, one day I came down wrong and I felt a tug." Kay rubbed her hand over her pelvis to show me where.
"So Gerald offered to rub it out, I let him."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I had to take off my bottoms, they were in the way."
"You mean you let him....?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that. He just worked on my hip and....here.." Her hand moved up and down the front of her hip and thigh again to demonstrate.
"You mean you let him touch you...there?"
"Oh, no. He was a gentleman. Well...sort of..He bumped me a few times but those were just accidents."
"But he looked?"
"I am sure he did, I was.....naked."
"Naked? You mean all of you?"
"Well, I had a towel over my top of course."
"Oh." I thought about that for a minute.
"Anyway, he is the one that took the pictures." Her eyes studied my face.
"Oh." Well, no need for the towel, obviously.
"I don't even know why I did those, Gerald mentioned the website contest and told me I would be perfect and it was just one thing led to another....."
"You didn't win." I laughed.
"I almost did." She grinned at me.
"There's more."
"More?"
"Yes, sometimes I return the favor and work on him, when he has a cramp or something like that."
OK. That part I didn't know about.
"He asked me a couple of times to...you know..."
