Getting Back In The Game Ch 07

Author's note:

After some time off writing, I decided to come back with another piece of this story. I felt like there was at least enough life for another chapter or two. Please, give it a vote, as votes and comments are the only payment we receive.

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"Another hour of growth, or pain really"

Aranya laughed as she pulled up to the little gym. I shrugged as I checked for all my things, patting my pockets and picking up my bag. As I was fussing around, she pulled me to her lips and aggressively kissed me.

"I can't believe we're not going to get to do that again..." She said lowly.

"We'll come visit you guys," I offered, trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah, maybe once or twice a year at most" she pouted. "That's not nearly enough, and you know it."

"I know. But at least Ravi's promotion is worth the move." He was receiving a generous raise worth 1/3 of his salary, plus an adjustment for the increased cost of living in New York.

"Yes, but I wish I could take you and your cock with us." She cooed. Damn, I was going to miss this girl.

"Didn't I give you enough this weekend?" I teased. We had been at each other non-stop for the last two days. I was sore in places I didn't know could get sore.

"It's never enough for me, you know that." She kissed me hard again, and then pulled back to give me a tender peck on the lips. "Leave now before I fuck you again right here!"

"Okay, okay," I laughed, getting out of the car.

"Seriously, tell us when you book the tickets to come out."

"I will, promise."

"Goodbye lover."

I exited the car, a bit bittersweet. Yes, I was sore after a solid weekend away with Aranya, so much so I had nearly cancelled this session. On the other hand, I was a bit disappointed I wouldn't be seeing her again—she had been my constant play partner for nearly a year now, and Courtney and I had become good friends with her and her husband in addition to the sex. So, a bit sad though I was, I shrugged it off and went into Laurie's studio, where she was standing behind the counter that served as her welcoming desk and storage. "Hey Martin," she called out, not quite as chipper as usual, but not without enthusiasm. I greeted her back and grabbed the heart rate monitor she was holding out to me, reaching behind to strap it on.

I had been seeing Laurie since I had joined a crossfit class four plus years ago, and when she had set up her own studio, I decided to keep using her as a private one-on-one trainer. The expense was a bit much, but I had a certain bit of loyalty to her because I truly thought she delivered some good results. Plus she was a friend, someone I genuinely liked, and, truth be told, she was fantastic to look at. Even though I had never had any indication she had more than a mild crush back. She was the epitome of a "MILF," in her late 30's but still smoldering, tiny, at about 5'2" and I don't think more than 105 lbs, but her body was in incredible shape, and not overly buff the way some fitness gals get. She had a spectacularly cute and firm butt, legs that were pure perfection, and nice, perky little C-cup breasts that were absolutely fantastic. Her face was gorgeous and chiseled, with gigantic blue eyes framed by long brown hair so dark it was almost black. I had been smitten by her for quite some time, though I had never tried anything due to relationships and bad timing, and truth be told, I was quite content to just be friendly and see her at the occasional mutual friend's barbecue or whatever outside of her studio.

"We're doing endurance today," she said, leading me into the gym, and I groaned a bit, since that was my least favorite...

An hour later, I was wishing her a good day, and greeting Courtney enthusiastically as I got in her car (I was without a car for several days, as I had sold both of mine to afford a new SUV I was waiting to be delivered). She kissed me, the giggled and said "You definitely need a shower."

"Sorry," I apologized sheepishly.

"No, it's fine. I like the smell of her on you. That's hot. It's the BO that's turning me off." And with that, she put the car in gear and headed home. I showered, and, energized by my workout, tore into Courtney later that night.

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Two days later, Laurie was again showing me my workout results from the monitor on a tablet. "Martin, can I ask you a serious question?" Lori said, leveling a rather somber gaze my way.

"Sure," I replied, a bit uneasy at her tone.

"How long have we known each other?"

"About four years?" I replied. "Why?"

"Not to poke my nose into your business, but are you and your girlfriend okay?"

"Great. Why do you ask?"

"Well...I'm not sure how to put this."

"Just say it. You know I don't offend easily," I shot back.

"Okay..." she exhaled, closed her eyes for a second, and then continued. "So, I saw you kissing another girl when you arrived on Monday. And I don't want to be an ass or tell you how to live your life, but if you're going to step outside your relationship, perhaps you shouldn't be quite so brazen? I don't want to get involved in anybody's love life drama, but if you carry on like that in public, she's going to find out. And she's a sweet girl who doesn't deserve to get hurt." She paused and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and then staring directly at me before adding "That's all I'm going to say on the subject."

I laughed, which only seemed to confuse her. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just relieved that's all you were worried about."

"What?!"

"It's not what you think, really. I'm not cheating on her. Courtney and I have an open relationship."

"A what?" she asked.

"An open relationship," I repeated.

"So...you sleep with other people?"

"Well, yes, exactly."

She paused, seeming to catch on her words. "So...she knows about that girl?

"Yes. And her name is Aranya. She's moving away with her husband and that was the last time I was going to see her for probably a long while, so she was a bit more enthusiastic in public. Usually we're a bit more discreet."

"She's married too?!"

"Yes, and Courtney was seeing her husband for a bit."

"And everybody was okay with this?" She asked.

"Yeah. We'd even have fun in the same room occasionally."

"Wow."

"Yes."

"So...do you guys do that whole swinger club scene?"

"No," I replied, "we really don't care for that much. We usually find people we want to have some long-term encounters with, and have fun that way."

"Wow."

"Did I shock you?" I laughed.

"Only a little bit," She said with a slight smile. "You guys just seem so very normal."

"Well, we are. We just also like sex a lot, and really don't have a problem sharing."

"Wow," she repeated.

I could tell I had weirded her out a little bit, so I told her that Courtney was waiting for me (which was true—her car was getting a new AC system put in, and she was using mine in the interim—and I made my exit. As I got into the car, Courtney kissed me passionately, glad to see me. She reached over as if to put the car in gear, but instead reached into my shorts, grabbing my cock and jerking it aggressively for a few moments. She reached down, gave it a few loving licks, and just as I was starting to really stiffen up, tucked it inside my shorts, and said "More to come after you shower, mister." I groaned a bit, and she put the car in gear and turned and waved. Horrified, I realized Laurie was staring out the door at us, waving back. As the parking lot was on a bit of a downward slope from her little gym, I freaked a bit.

"Do you think she saw us?" I asked, panicked.

"God I hope so. That'd be so hot to have Laurie watch us," she teased.

"She did see us, didn't she?"

"I think so, her eyes were kind of big." And with that, she laughed and pulled out of the lot nonchalantly.

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"Oh fuck, harder," she groaned, as I pushed up into her. I was sitting on the edge of the couch (my daughter was in NYC for 2 months on an internship, so we were enjoying the freedom to walk around naked and have sex anywhere we pleased), and Court was on my lap with her legs wrapped around me, which was fun, as it allowed me get nice and deep, but since she wasn't a small girl (she measures a very womanly and curvy 5'10" and 165lbs), there was no swinging or moving her around with abandon. My legs were feeling a bit of burn.

"Oh god, push me up harder, Martin."

"I'm trying," I responded, breathing heavily, "just a bit sore."

"Mmmm, did little Laurie leave you sore?" she asked.

"Yeah, she did."

"Mmm, poor baby, take your frustrations out on me. Fuck me like you're mad at her."

"Unh," was all I could manage in reply.

"You'd like to fuck her little pussy into submission, wouldn't you? I bet you could bounce and toss her little spinner frame around with no problem," Court replied. "Wouldn't that be fun?" She liked to talk dirty to me, and ever since we'd started swinging, she'd talk about other women during sex. She swore it made me fuck her harder.

"I'd love that."

"Oh god, I'd love to watch you two fuck. You bouncing that perfect little ass from behind. Lifting her up by her little hips and impaling her on your big thick cock." She pushed me backward on the bed and motioned me to scoot up, then slid back on to my shaft, putting her knees beside my hips as she got into a rhythm of riding me. "God I want to see that so bad. You grabbing that perfect little ass from behind and just plowing away, pushing in to her until she can't take anymore of your big dick." I arched up into her harder and took one of her nipples into her mouth, knowing it would get her closer to cumming. "Oh yeah, you like that idea, don't you? You want to abuse that tiny little pussy until it can't take another stroke, I can tell. You'll fuck her on top of you, on her side, lift her up and impale you, doggy that little bubble butt. And I'll watch and get wet as can be, then after you cum, I'm going to slowly blow you back to full attention, and fuck you right after. The only question will be, do you cum in her cute little mouth, or do you fill up that tiny little pussy with your spunk and then I slowly lick it out of her cunt, then clean you off with my tongue and climb on your dick and fuck the shit out of you?"

That did it, the image of Courtney eating Laurie out sent me over the edge, and I pumped her pussy absolutely full of cum, what felt like maybe a dozen or more squirts, grunting a deep, guttural moan as I did so. That set Courtney off, and she screamed out "Holy shit baby! Fu-u-u-u-uck!!" as her pussy clenched and oozed, keeping me lodged in her very tight cunt. She collapsed against my chest, and we both breathed hard, coming down and catching our wind again. She leaned in and kissed me hard.

"I think you like that fantasy," she teased.

"Of course. She's hot and that was some steamy shit you were spinning."

"Yeah, it just came easy. You, my dear, came incredibly hard, though."

"Yeah, it was you talking about going down on her after I fucked her. I've never heard you talk about a girl that way." Court was normally not much interested in women beyond some light contact, so the whole idea was novel.

"Normally, no. But she's just incredibly sexy, there's just something about her...I don't know, I'm not saying I'm willing to play around with any woman, but I sure wouldn't mind licking Laurie's pussy."

I paused, a little surprised. "Wow."

"Yeah, I know. So maybe you should work on getting her over here one night."

"I don't think that's in the cards."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Well, she saw me making out with Aranya the other day. And when she asked me if we were okay, I was honest with her, and she was really shocked about the whole open relationship discussion."

"Yeah? Interesting."

"Why is that?"

"Well, I know her ex-boyfriend. He used to work with me last year at the college. He confided a few things about her."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's not conservative at all in the sack, from what he said."

"Interesting. I still don't think she'd be into a threesome."

Maybe not. Few women are that comfortable. I've always wondered, though, why didn't you go for her when you were single?"

"I don't know," I replied, "it just never happened. We've both been in relationships, and I respect her and she's a friend, mostly."

"Huh," Courtney mused, a small smile on her lips.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing, just lost in thought," she said, shaking her head.

Several days passed. I saw Laurie a few times in that interval, and I noticed that she suddenly seemed a bit more friendly. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or if she just was in a good mood, but I noticed bigger smiles from her and that she seemed a bit more tactile. She kept on giving me small and gentle touches on places that were mostly innocent, but I couldn't help but think that maybe Courtney was right. After two sessions of her touching my arm, back of the hand, etc, I took a risk and asked her if she wanted to join me and Courtney for the first Friday art gallery event later in the week. She politely declined, however, and told me she already had some plans that night. I quickly gave up on the idea and told Courtney about it when I got home. She just nodded and halfway smiled, and I buried the idea out of my head.

That Friday came, and though I usually went in the morning to my gym, Laurie called me and asked me to reschedule for the end of the day. I was a bit annoyed, as I liked normally to get my workout in earlier, but I agreed. I arrived at 7pm, I was a bit tired and a bit grumpy. "There's my closer!" she shot cheerfully, and I couldn't help but smile.

Usually she would just bark commands at me and I'd go through the routine. Every once in a while, though she liked to work out beside me. Apparently, today was that day. We started off on the treadmill, her putting me through intervals of jogging, running, and all out sprinting. After that, she had me on the rowing machine, Then doing some free weights, and then some bodyweight exercises with straps that were anchored on the wall.

By the time we were approaching done, I was literally dripping sweat. In her usual manner, Laurie would reach out and correct my form and posture a little bit during the class. However, today, it almost seemed to like her hands were lingering a little tiny bit longer on various parts of my body then they usually did. And as she was leaning a little bit closer, I was finding myself, despite all the physical exertion, a bit aroused by her touch and proximity. She had small but very strong hands, and she had grabbed my hips several times to adjust my alignment. I looked at the clock, trying to will it to go a bit faster so that I could get home and hopefully convince Courtney to fuck me, or at the very least, to jerk off and relieve some of this tension.

We finished up doing a sort of leaning forward chest fly exercise with the straps and yet again, Laurie was right up against me, correcting my form. I could feel myself beginning to swell a bit in my shorts, and I was worried that she would notice. And to make this sweet torture worse, she squatted down in front of me, and began nudging my legs into a slightly better position. When she lifted her head, I noticed her mouth was a couple of feet away, but still directly in front of my cock. She looked up at me with a slight little smile, her eyebrow raised a tiny bit, but didn't say anything. I felt myself redden, beyond even the flush I already had from exercising. "Okay, that's good!" she called out, as the timer went off for the last time. As she looked up, a droplet of sweat fell off my head and directly onto her forehead. "Shit, I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay," she said

"Yeah, but that's a little gross."

"Not really, I'm drenched myself," she replied.

"Yeah but that's yours, not my male BO and stink,"

She deliberately raised herself up, her face inches from mine. "I don't mind a sweaty man," she replied lowly, "as a matter of fact, I think it's really sexy to see and feel a hot guy covered in sweat."

We were inches away, and my pulse was rising despite the fact that my work was over. "Really?" I asked.

"Absolutely."

"How about now?"

She slowly blinked at me. She smiled. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." And she quickly scurried over to the wall, shutting down equipment. "I'll see you Monday, ok?"

"Ok, sounds good," I said, inwardly cursing. Courtney was right, it seemed, but I was never going to get a chance to find out what she was like in bed. She was just too conservative at heart, despite the moments that promised interest and fun from her. I broke away, grabbed my bag, and called out a goodbye as I hit the door.

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I raced home, annoyed but at least grateful that I would be able to fuck Courtney. When I arrived, though, I was a bit surprised to find her in front of the bathroom mirror, getting ready to go out. "Shower and put on something nice, lover, I want to go dancing." I shrugged, since we had only gone dancing once in the year-plus we had been together, and a few more times at weddings, but I also knew it would get her revved up and in the mood to play later, so I wasn't going to complain.

I showered, shaved, changed, and applied some cologne, and shortly we were downtown, in some club I'd heard advertised but had never been to. I didn't much care for these types of hangouts, as I usually felt like the old man lurking there, but Court assured me that since I was already possessed of a hot young girlfriend, I had nothing to worry about in that department. The DJ was advertised as somebody semi-notable from Miami, and I could definitely feel the Cubano vibe as he worked in Latin beats amongst the usual top 40 rap and dance pop these places seemed to love. I went out and danced up a storm with Court for several songs, her swaying seductively, pressing her hips into me, and doing all the usual things she knew too well drove me into a frenzy. She had donned a tight, short white dress with gold trim that hugged her body amazingly, showing off every lovely curve, and she wrapped her arm around me and thrust her bosom against me, giving me her best "fuck me" look. I reveled in it, knowing full well that she was getting just as worked up as I was, and that I was definitely going to get laid later. To be clear, I'm only a so-so dancer, but I'd long ago figured out that the main thing girls want is for you to just go out there and try, and I had enough rhythm to keep up with her, especially to basic thumping beats like this.

"Do you see that?" she leaned in and asked.

"What?"

"We're getting stares," she replied.

"Probably our age difference," I replied.

"I think it's probably that a lot of the girls in here want to fuck you," she retorted.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "More like the fact that I'm with one of the hottest girls in the club."

"Smooth. And that doesn't hurt your status, babe, but seriously, you're getting a few looks. I bet we could get you a playmate tonight." I glanced around, and did notice a few girls glancing my way.

"Probably you too," I remarked, noticing a few male eyes on Court.

"Not in the mood tonight," she grinned. "I want to watch you fuck another girl." I nearly stumbled, a bit startled, but also turned on.

"Really?!"

"Yes, honey. I really want to see that tonight. I want to take someone home and watch you plow the shit out of her."

I didn't know what else to say, so I smiled my approval and we kept dancing. After a few more minutes, I felt my bladder calling, and went to the restroom. On my way out, I got approached by a short, very petite brunette with hair just above the shoulder and lovely olive skin.

"Hi."

"Hi back. I'm Martin." I offered my hand.

"Elyssa," she replied, gripping mine gently but suggestively.