Kelly stayed away from the gym for a few days, too embarrassed of her behavior. She tried to go one morning when she thought Francisco would be off duty. She walked in the front door relieved that he was not there. She began her run on the treadmill, after 45 minutes of running she dismounted the machine to begin a long session of stretching and weight training. Kelly had her long legs spread wide, her head was on the floor in between her legs when she sensed a figure looming over her. It was Francisco with a big grin on his face.
"Kelly! There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you. I tried calling, but I guess our database is out of date. I really wanted to talk to you about the other night."
Kelly sheepishly looked up at Francisco and started explaining why she left so suddenly. She told Francisco that she would like to see him privately. The two went back to an office and just as Francisco closed the door he grasped Kelly in his arms and began kissing her feverishly.
Kelly pushed back only momentarily giving into the kiss. Kelly was able to push Francisco back, "I made a huge mistake the other night, I let things get out of control. I was drunk and lonely. I am a happily married woman..."
Kelly glanced down to see the obvious bulge in Francisco's loose fitting gym shorts. Kelly licked her lips imagining the rigid pole just beneath the soft fabric. Francisco noticed her glance and pulled his free cock from the shorts, it was bobbing in anticipation. Kelly simply said no, and with one last glance put the monster back where it belonged in his pants.
Kelly gave Francisco a sweet kiss on the cheek and apologized again. Just as Kelly reached for the door handle Francisco pushed the door shut and explained his confusion from the other night. How he had gotten his dick hard waiting for her to return from the phone call he assumed she was making. Francisco told her how shocked he was when he saw that her car was gone. Francisco said he was tempted to jerk off to relieve the pressure, but vowed not to do that again. He mentioned that might have been the reason for his impotence on the second try.
Francisco told Kelly how he had jerked off to her image right before the big night, so that way he would not make an ass of himself at the bar. Kelly once again reached and gave him a peck, "I'm sorry sweetie, but that can never happen again."
Francisco continued to train with the unattainable beauty, only hinting around the topic of hooking up again. He was hoping to break her resolve, but Kelly never wavered. Francisco took his sexual frustration out on the beauty during their workouts, training her so intensely that Kelly never looked better. She was now sporting washboard abs and and an ass that was hard as steel.
Kelly was really loving her new look and she was relieved that they were able to remain friends. Kelly still desired Francisco but she tried to give him a special distance. Francisco never let the flame he carried for Kelly die down. He constantly pined for her.
Francisco stayed true to his word and never touched himself in an impure way again. He was convinced that if he had performed as needed that night, things would be much different today. He had fucked a few women since Kelly but got bored rather fast and his orgasms were nothing like what he experience with Kelly. Francisco was desperately in love.
Roger was so impressed with his wife's new look and libido that he began to see Francisco just to keep up with his hot wife. Kelly explained to Roger that Francisco was gay, and that if he wasn't comfortable with that he might want to see another trainer. Roger was not hearing any of that and booked him for three times a week.
Roger and Francisco became fast friends. Francisco figured it was in his best interest to keep Roger close, just so he might have more opportunities to be near Kelly. Francisco was wise in this decision and he spent many night's with the couple at their house, and Roger would normally insist they all relax in their hot tub. Francisco loved looking at Kelly in her bathing suit. Francisco picked up on the fact that Roger thought he was gay. Francisco never attempted to correct Roger, nor did he confirm the lie.
Roger would insist that everyone go 'au natural' in the warm bath, Kelly always refused. Roger would tie a towel around his waist drop his pants and let himself into the tub without broadcasting his nudity to the gay man, he didn't want Francisco to get any ideas. Francisco thought it would be a great opportunity for Kelly to get a better look at his body, hoping that her resolve would loosen.
There was never any shyness when Francisco disrobed flaunting his awesome body, Roger would normally turn his head, but Kelly couldn't help but stare at the perfect male specimen. Francisco slid into the water and began to relax. Kelly sat near her husband as Francisco sat on the other side. Francisco would 'accidentally' rub his foot up Kelly's thigh making her blush instantly.
Roger noticed that they were running low on margaritas and jumped out of the tub to make more. In his drunken state he forgot all about modesty, plus Kelly had been slowly jacking his cock in the tub, so he felt a little more secure with his package. Francisco took a quick glance and saw a smallish sized cock that was bobbing half hard. Francisco was trying to size up his competition. Roger's body wasn't terrible, he had just let himself go a little. Soon enough Francisco and Kelly were left alone in the tub. The two were making small talk as Francisco inched his way closer to the object of his affection.