My name is Andrea and I'd been married for almost twenty-two years until a fateful night when I'd gone to the gym. When I turned fifty, I realized the spark was gone from my marriage. With Ben either working overtime at the office or traveling, my life had become little more than a dull, everyday routine.
I joined the gym not only to get back into shape, but also hopefully meet new people. Ben's comments about my body thickening over the course of our years together became more frequent and began to wear down my self-esteem.
While I'm far from model material, it isn't as if I'm unattractive. I was still between 145 and 150 pounds at five feet, two inches with bobbed dark hair with its occasional gray strands kept under wraps with regular colorings. Many say I'm still pretty for my age, but with full breasts and a thick ass (which my dear now ex-husband never failed to mention it had gotten wider each day), I had to wonder if working out was making any difference. According to Ben, he didn't see much change and even questioned if I was actually going to the gym three days a week.
Since Ben was on the road a great deal (and likely having affairs, though I was never able to prove it), I went to bed alone, often riding my vibrator to multiple orgasms while I watched adult videos of uninhibited gorgeous women and well-hung male hunks sucking and fucking several partners.
The men who turned me on the most in the films were well-endowed studs with dark features and hard bodies, though not overly muscled. Seeing those men as they fucked their female - and sometimes male - partners really gave my vibrator a workout.
I guess I could've been like some much braver women and found a lover, but doubted the kind of men I found attractive would think the same about me.
One thing about vibrators, they were always ready for action and didn't care what I looked like.
I went to the gym Friday evening to ease the boredom that once again crept in every room of the quiet house. When I arrived, there were only two other people and a staff person. I figured with the nice evening and upcoming weekend, most people were either on dates or hitting the clubs and bars.
My eyes were drawn to a man who was working out on one of the machines. He smiled at me and I couldn't get over how.hot he was. He had to be at least twenty years younger than I, with the smoking dark looks that I liked. I looked around the room expecting a girlfriend or wife not far away. Otherwise, why was a man like him spending time at the gym on a Friday night?
When he finally spoke, he had an accent that I recognized as some type of Latin heritage. "Quiet here tonight."
"Yes it is," I replied. "It's a nice evening, so I guess everyone is out enjoying Friday night."
