My wife has recently started going to the gym. She says that she wants to tone up her tummy and thighs. I didn’t comment because to agree with her would have been a disaster and to tell her that she didn’t need to would have produced a look of scorn that said, ‘You’re kidding, aren’t you?’
Jen has just turned forty and we have five kids. I think she was feeling a little vulnerable so when a friend invited her to go to the gym she leapt at the chance. My wife is 5’6” tall with a solid figure. Her tits are a lovely 36C. She probably could do with losing a few pounds and toning up a little (not that I’d ever tell her that). She has long dark hair, which she dyes using a colour called ‘caramel.’
I love her body as I enjoy, still, finding out where she likes to be touched and what she likes to do in bed. She is not very adventurous in bed. She hates to be completely naked with me, even after 15 years of marriage. She has never given me a blowjob and she has never allowed me near her arsehole. Still, we have fun in bed and are comfortable with each other. We have talked about our sex life many times and she and I agree that we still enjoy what is a basic, but good, physical relationship.
She went to her initial session, which was where her personal trainer mapped out her program. Her second session was to get used to all of the exercises and equipment and after that she was on her own, so to speak, while her trainer oversaw her workouts.
She started going three times a week while I was at work. When I asked her about it she was really enthusiastic, telling me how much she enjoyed it. After a few weeks she asked me if I minded if she went to the gym after tea a couple of nights a week, as well as going through the day. I had no objection and said that if it made her happy I was pleased to be able to help out.
One night when Jen was going to the gym I had to attend a meeting for work. It was a dinner, and later, meeting so if she still wanted to go to the gym she would need to find a babysitter. I told her where I would be if she needed me but my boss changed his mind at the last minute so instead of going to the local Indian restaurant we went to the Irish Bar instead. Our meeting had gone really well with the client totally satisfied by about 9:30pm (an absolute miracle with this particular client). Jen wasn’t expecting me home until at least midnight and probably later. I had told her what this client could be like.
When our meeting broke up I had just started my last drink so I said my goodbyes to the client, his wife, my boss and our secretary and sat down to finish my drink. Imagine my surprise when I saw Jen walk in with what looked like 5 guys from the gym. They were all wearing work-out gear and looked like they had just finished.
They found a table and sat down. One of the guys fronted the bar and ordered six drinks. When I saw the drinks he had ordered I was intrigued as to what was going on. He had ordered six cock-sucking cowboys, a drink I know Jen really likes but one which is likely to get you really drunk really quickly.
I stayed to watch all six of them order a round of drinks and all six rounds were drunk in one, single mouthful. They had only been at the bar for about half an hour and had six of these drinks already.
They got up to leave so I did too. I wanted to know what was going to happen next. I saw the general direction they drove off in so I took a short cut to get ahead of them. Sure enough they were headed for my house. I hid my car around the corner and went in our back door. Almost immediately the front door opened and Jen walked in. Our babysitter lived next door so she was quickly sent home. Jen then went to the bathroom and, fifteen minutes later came out looking stunning.
I had positioned myself so that I could see our living area but had a good escape route if needed. When Jen came out of the bathroom she had changed out of her gym gear and into a stunning outfit. She wore a short blue skirt, 4”heels, black bra and sheer shirt over the top. What was she planning? She had also put on a full face of make up, from contrasting eye shadows to bright red lipstick (where, and when, had she got that?). She looked sensational.
There was a knock at the door. While she answered it I found my video camera. I thought that I might need evidence of what was about to happen. When I got back the five guys and Jen were sitting around the table dealing out poker hands. There were more cock sucking cowboys on the table too.
The poker was to be strip poker where everyone had to ante up with a piece of clothing. Jen chose her shoes. She lost that hand so she had to pay with her shirt next. She lost again. Next hand came her skirt, which she also lost. My heart was thumping to see what would happen next. She would no more sit semi naked at the table with me than fly to the moon. But, sure enough, the bra came off and another hand was played and lost. There was an audible gasp as her bra fell away from her tits.
The drinks had been flowing smoothly so everyone was pretty drunk. Then I realised that all the guys were almost naked too. They had been taking off their own clothes in time with Jen. The time came for them to ante up for the next hand. Three of the guys immediately dropped their shorts to reveal semi hard cocks that looked quite large. The other two dropped theirs too. Then Jen stood up and stepped back from the table. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled them down and off. The camera caught every slow inch of her display.
