Three years ago my wife Julie and I had a baby girl. Our marriage has had its ups and downs, but generally things have been fine. Once our daughter began preschool, Julie started working out with a personal trainer each day. Each month she did she got in a little better shape, within a year she was in better shape than she was when we met in college. The results of her workouts did wonders for my sex drive, but seemed to suppress hers. Most nights she was tired and uninterested in sex. I started to feel self conscience about myself. Was it me? On the occasions she initiated sexual contact she was like a totally different woman. She was in touch with her body and knew just how to gratify herself sexually. It was the best sex of my life.
One Wednesday I came home just before lunch to put on a suit, we had an unscheduled client interview and I needed to look my best. Julie was surprised to see me, she was in the shower having only recently returned from her workout at the gym. I took off my clothes and began to place them in the hamper when I smelled something strange. On the top of the laundry basket were Julie's panties and as soon as I picked them up I realized what I had smelled. Her panties were soaked with semen; someone else's semen. I was certain it had leaked out of her before she got in the shower.
Almost as a reflex I put the semen soaked panties back in the basket and covered them with my clothes. I dressed and quickly left the house for my meeting. I didn't mention the panties then or that night. I wasn't sure I wanted to know more. But things started adding up. As she got in better shape she had been less and less interested in sex. Perhaps this was why, she was getting it from someone else. I could not believe that she wasn't using a condom with this guy, didn't she care about her own health or mine for that matter? How long had I been exposed? I was furious.
I was hurt, confused and angry. I stopped making sexual advances and to my dismay Julie didn't seem to mind. It seemed as though the fact that I was no longer interested in sex was a relief instead of a concern. Periodically I would check the laundry and based on my scientific analysis she was fucking her lover twice a week on average, but sometimes she did it everyday.
Julie was proud of her new body and she loved to show it off. She even had the gall to tell me how luck I was to have her. Even more repugnant was her rejection of people who were overweight. In the mall if a fat person would walk by she would make a comment under her breath. Julie was never fat, she had gained weight during her pregnancy and promptly lost it. But you would assume as an ex-smoker hates smoke 10 times more than a non-smoker that she was once overweight herself.
Two month had passed since I made love to my wife, she still had not commented on our sexual respite. To my surprise I got an email from Alicia, an old friend from college I had once dated, explaining how she had taken a job here in Boston and would be in town for training. She wanted to get together for coffee. I agreed to meet and catch up.
Sitting in Starbucks I waited for Alicia to arrive. Even though I had not seen her for more than a decade I knew it was her when I saw her. She was a petite redhead with small breast and long hair a decade ago. Now she was the epitome of a soccer mom. Her red hair was shorter now, her face a little chubby, her breast swollen, her hips were wide and she had a little belly to top it off. We talked for a long time. She was fairly unhappy with her marriage, but she was excited to be back at work. She was even more frustrated with her body, she was even considering surgery to help take off some of the weight. In a nervous laugh she commented on how I would never be interested in her now.
I laughed and explained how she might be surprised. I began to explain my situation. How my wife had built a temple to her body and worshiped another man, her trainer I assumed. As I revealed my secret Alicia put her hand over mine and consoled me. I started looking at Alicia in a whole new light. The fact that she was dissatisfied with her body turned me on. She was weak and vulnerable and I suspected that I could take advantage of her, not in a negative way, but in a way that I can't describe in words.