Jake spends his night pacing. The deal was home by ten and it is only nine. Still a full hour to go yet it feels like an entirety. Every distraction he attempts is futile. All entertainment is null. A half hour later, a car door. She's back early. Has to be a good sign. Jennie, his loving wife. Opens the door. Wearing her low cut dress with a slit that shows off her thigh.
"Hey hun," she says with a forced smile.
"You're back early," he says before his mind can think.
"Yeah. He's kinda dull. All bran and no brain. Why do you let him get in your head so much," she drops her shoulders. Jake looks at the ground. Martin is a trainer at his gym. One he doesn't get to as much as he plans. His wife puts him to shame with multiple visits per week. Her body reaping the rewards and her freckled face and red, curly hair inevitably drew eyes. The most ambitious was Martin. Normally when guys attempt to swoop in on another guy's girl they're more subtle about it. Not let their intentions known. He is different.
"How did you get a girl like that," Jake remembers him asking. And didn't have a good answer. Honestly it was dumb luck. They met at the right time. Happen to have the same interest. She liked his sense of humor. Maybe his paycheck helped but he didn't like to think that motivated her. Maybe he could have taken it as a compliment if Martin didn't hit on his wife right in front of him.
Jake could have let it go but saw some worrying signs. Normally his wife wore more modest gear to the gym. Not like the sports bra clad, booty shoots some girls donned. But lately her outfits have been more form fitting. Stuff that showed off her c-cup bosom and tight booty. Jake tries to use that as motivation to get to the gym but everytime he does Martin is there to bring him down. Taking the machines and sations right after him and showing him how much more he could lift. Giving him thinly veiled advice on how to improve his form. It exacerbates the problem. Going to the gym should make him feel better but Martin only makes him feel worse. Drains what little motivation he has. Jennie was the one who told him about the offer Martin made. He was convinced he could win her over. One date was all he needed. Then he would treat Jake like he was invisible at the gym. Never bother him again. Jake said no but Jennie insisted it would be for the best.
"Anything happen?" Jake asks his wife of two years.
"Besides dinner that felt like it lasted hours? No. If it wasn't for working out we'd have nothing in common," Jennie chuckles. Jake lets out an audible sigh. His body releases.
"Thank god. I know you wouldn't do anything but I couldn't stop my mind from racing. So glad this is all over," Jake confesses.
"We'll... It may not be over." Jennie smirks.
"What do you mean? One date with you then he would leave me alone. That was the deal." Jake's body tenses up.
"Yes and he's willing to stick to that deal. But what about the next guy who takes a shot at me? Are you going to let every guy who finds me hot go on a date with me? You know I love you but it's a little pathetic," Jennie thoughts finally spill out to her words.
"I don't know. I figured once we got married you'd turn them away," Jake looks towards the ground.
"Yeah. I will. But I'd rather you step up and take care of it yourself. Do you have any idea how sexy it is for your man to fight for you? I don't even mean literally. Like just stand up to a guy," Jennie's voice gets louder.
"Isn't it better to de-escalate?" Jake squirms.
"Sometimes yes. Let me be honest. Martin wanted me to come to his place. He said for one more drink but we both know what he actually wanted. He was mocking you. Talking about how weak you are. That if you let me go on a date with him then you're not worthy of me. I had trouble arguing against him," Jen scolded him. Nearly dropping him to his knees.
"Are you going out with him again?" Jake trembles.
"No. He's not my type. But he did make an offer. More for you. He'll train you for free. Both with weights and boxing. Four times a week. That's important because you have to agree to it. Stick to it actually. Ok?"
"He's going to train me? Why? He hates me," Jake likes the offer. Part of his lack of motivation is not knowing what he's doing. Not knowing if he's spending his time in a way that's worth it. Martin is sculpted. Muscles and fit. A body any guy would love to have. A body any girl loves to see. Normally too busy to take on more clients.
"After he asked me to go back to his place and I declined he started compromising. That was how he sweetened the pot. But here's the part you won't like. He gets to... take care of himself. While I entertain him," Jennie looks down her nose at Jake. The euphemistic language is not quite clear enough. Martin would make himself cum while Jennie 'entertained' him. Jake asks for more details.
