Chapter 2: What Happened Next
This is a follow-up to the events set out in my recently submitted story called "Opening Lines". If anyone is interested, there are a few more things that have happened to me and my wife Amy since we opened the lines of communication between us a couple of years ago that I intend to write about, too, as soon as I find the time.
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In the weeks that followed our return from our Tahoe weekend, Amy and I continued to talk more about how what had happened was affecting us. As sure as we'd both said we were before that amazing night of passion and exploration in the suite at Harvey's, I have to admit that we were both relieved about what each other's reactions had actually been. After the hormones fade and the reality of "what just happened?" sets in, it seems like in many sexual situations, a villain named "Remorse" often appears. Not so with me and Amy, though. If anything, that night had drawn us even closer together.
From our talks, I knew Amy had enjoyed that night of having wild and crazy sex with more than one guy at a time, and that she wanted more of it. And Amy knew that I really did want to see her with other men again. We both knew it would only be a matter of time before that opportunity arose again, and we were both anxious for it to happen. One night after dinner, we were sitting outside on the patio, enjoying one of the early fall evenings that are so nice in northern California. I asked Amy "Are you as anxious as I am to have another night like the one you had with Greg and me?"
"Yes, darling, I am. I admit it . . . I loved the sex, and I loved performing for you, and I almost went crazy when both of you were doing me at the same time like that. It was like nothing I've ever felt before, and I want more of that . . . of two men making my body feel like that . . . of getting double fucked. That sounds so nasty, doesn't it? But that's exactly what it was, and I know I want to do that again, too. Are you sure you're OK with that?"
"Oh, I'm OK with that, all right," I said. "In fact, I'd like to watch you take care of a couple of guys at once, Amy. I can't explain why, but I'd love to see you do that."
"You're so wicked, baby. I'll just bet you would, too. Damn you, Tim, I'm getting horny just thinking about . . . and you knew I'd get like this, too, didn't you? I'll get you back for this, I promise", she teased me with a smile.
"I can't wait, Amy . . . but please don't tease me when you do", I shot back, also with an obvious grin that told her I meant exactly the opposite.
"Well, then, if I'm going to turn into this sexual wildcat we both seem to want me to be, there's no doubt that I've got to get myself to the gym. I need to build up my strength and stamina if I'm going to be ridden double, don't you think?"
And so Amy joined the gym. Her workouts gradually increased until she was going at least three times per week, and once on the weekend. Her body, as sexy as it was, looked even sexier as she toned it up, and our lovemaking became even more passionate and frequent as she got to feeling better and better about herself. A woman's self-image is so fragile, isn't it? As good as Amy had always looked, she'd seemed to require constant reaffirmation that she did. As a loving but possibly sometimes-insensitive husband, there's just the off-chance that in the past, I might not have done as good of a job of letting her know how good she looked as I should have, either.
But one of the by-products of that first night of exploration in our marriage had been the realization by Amy that other men found her attractive, too. She looked good, and she knew it, and she was quickly getting to the point that she liked showing it off a little bit, too. Nothing extreme - - she still dressed like an everyday mom and wife, but the tops she wore became a little tighter and her skirts rose a little higher at the hem. It wasn't readily noticeable to anyone else, I thought, but it sure was to me. Maybe that's because I'd waited so long to see her dress like that, and I'd fantasized so much about how she'd look if she did. I sure wasn't disappointed, either.
The town we live in is too small for anything to happen with anyone who lives here. People would undoubtedly talk, and while Amy and I are both at ease with the idea of her having sex with other guys, the reactions of a neighbor or friend who might find out about that part of our lives could be devastating. Rumors could affect my job, our kids at school . . . potentially anything, or everything, about our lives might be turned upside down over such a revelation. It would be far too risky to even consider, although I'm sure that there are some of our friends and neighbors (maybe far more than we think, judging from the things Amy saw on the Internet that night) who would willingly participate and remain completely discreet.
Not far down the coast from where we live, there's a huge campus of high-tech companies - - Intel, Cisco, lots of smaller technology businesses that no one knows today but will probably become household names once they go public. These businesses all have one thing in common . . . the employees are, by and large, quite young and very intelligent. With the price of housing rising so fast as you go south down the coastline from where we live, many of those talented young men and women are moving north and commuting from towns like ours.
Several months after she'd begun her workout routine, Amy was in the gym late one afternoon. By then, she was looking absolutely terrific . . . even more so than before, if that was possible. I'd left the office for a little while to pick up the kids from school, a nice advantage of living in a small town and working right near the house. Everyone else who was picking up that day was a mom, it seemed, so the gym was almost empty. Amy was going through her normal routine of stretching, then lifting weights, then stretching some more, when she noticed two men, each in their mid-20s, standing nearby and watching her work out. They smiled at her in a friendly way, and she grinned back, but continued her exercises.
A few moments later, one of them came over to Amy and offered to show her how she could improve on some of the things she was doing, as well as to show her a few new exercises she might like. She got a better look at him . . . about 6 feet tall, muscled but not brawny, with blue eyes, light brown hair and a killer smile. "Wow, this kid's gorgeous", she thought to herself. He seemed sincere and friendly, and she began to talk to him about his suggestions. He introduced himself as Will, and pointed to his friend, who was then lifting some weights, telling Amy that his friend was named Tyson, but everyone called him Ty. When Ty finished his set, Will summoned him over and introduced him to Amy. Ty was taller and darker than Will, but looked equally attractive to Amy.
They talked a bit more about what Amy was trying to tone up, then Will offered to show her some weight exercises that might help what she was trying to do. Her biggest concern was her legs, she said, so Will suggested that she get on the weight machine that let her exercise the muscles on the inside and outside of her thighs. She sat down, adjusted the machine to fit her, then listened as Will explained the exercise to her.
Basically, it called for her to start with her thighs tightly clenched together and slowly open them, the weight of the machine then causing a pulling in the muscles on both sides of her thighs as she spread them further. Then, she was to hold them open, holding the weight at its highest point, for a count of five before slowly re-closing them. By her third rep on this exercise, Amy could feel the muscles burning, which meant the exercise was doing its job. Will sure seemed to know what he was doing, she thought.
But Will was doing something else, too, though Amy didn't think he knew what it was. As she struggled to hold up the weight, she knew she had to focus on something to take her mind off the ache of her straining muscles, and her gaze had settled on the bulge in Will's workout shorts. Her pussy had responded, too, though not even meaning to, and it was now getting a little bit wet as she pictured in her mind what might be in those shorts.
Amy was wrong about what Will knew. He had watched her intently throughout her lifts, slowly spreading her legs, and like all young men that age, his mind had quickly wandered to "wouldn't that be fun?" He saw her focusing on his crotch as his bulge grew, and she hadn't turned away or seemed embarrassed about looking at it. Will somehow knew that, even though Amy had several years on him, she was a passionate, sexy woman with a healthy interest in both her own body and his. His hormones were starting to kick into gear, just thinking about "what if", and he knew that Amy must be able to see the increasing swell of his cock.
Amy's hormones were racing now, too. She stopped exercising, sat up and looked right at Will's shorts, then up at him, her eyes locking onto his. "Where do you and Ty live?", she asked.
"Actually, we share an apartment at Annandale, but we're not here very often because we work 20 miles from here and spend most of our time there. Why do you ask?" "Just curious," Amy replied. "Do you have any friends in town?"
"No . . . in fact, this is our first time to get out and even look around since we moved up here last week. We saw an ad for a free workout at this gym, so we thought we'd check it out."
By now, Amy's body wasn't the only thing racing. Her imagination had taken off on a sprint of its own. "How do you like it so far?", she asked a little bit flirtatiously.
Will looked right at Amy and responded: "I had no idea it'd be so good. What do you think, Ty?"
Ty agreed and said: "We know lots of other ways to get a good workout, too . . . if you're interested."
If Amy was reading these two young hunks right, they were at least hinting about exactly the same kind of "workouts" she and her husband had begun to enjoy together. She needed to be sure, though, before pursuing that idea any further.
"I think I'm finished at the gym today, but yes, I like to try out new things, and I'd like to hear what you've got in mind. Right now, though, I'm all hot and sweaty, and I'm going to take a shower. You two look like you could use one, too. Meet me back out here when we're done?"
"Sure, we'll be waiting for you," Will said.
