Chapter 1: How It All Began
I really had not meant it to turn out this way. It just happened and it was accident.
I suppose that is not really a good way to start this. I should begin at the beginning.
It started when I decided that I had enough of being the fat guy with the great looking wife. You could just see other people thinking "What is she doing with him?" whenever we were out together. My wife is tall and lean with fantastic long legs and a very shapely ass. Her soft blonde hair is shoulder length and her C cup breasts are still firm even though she is over 40. I had tried all sorts of diets to no avail so this time I went to a doctor for help.
Dr. McEvoy worked for one of those clinics that are specifically designed for men over a certain age, and I fit that profile. After one of the most comprehensive medical exams I have ever taken (she really did need 10 vials of blood for all those tests) she set me up with an extensive program of eating, exercise, vitamins, pills and injections. The great thing is, it worked! I got down to body builder levels of body fat, put on 20 pounds of muscle and felt great. I went from being well over 300 pounds to 215 pounds on my 6 foot frame, with only 12% body fat. For the first time in my life, I had 6 pack abs! I should also say that being in shape really improves your sex life. Things get more athletic in a great way. One of the great things about my state is our medical marijuana laws. If you have "chronic pain" you can get a medical marijuana prescription and who over 40 does not some old thing that still bothers them? Think bad backs. One evening my wife and I had indulged - overindulged really -- in some "pain control therapy" and were in full blown passion. One of our favorite things to do was for my wife to play with a huge pink rabbit style sex toy. This has a huge dildo that moves around and a vibrating extension that hits her clit. While she uses this she sucks on my cock. Believe me, t is great for all involved. This night she was lying across our bed while I stood near the beds edge. She was licking the base of my cock while I reached down and played gently moved the vibrator in and out, teasing her clit. With one hand she twisted her nipples while she used the other to tease my cock.
I was getting excited and I thrust the toy into her, pressing the vibrator hard against her clit.
"OOO are you trying to get me to cum?" she purred "That will do it"
"Yes, then I will spread your legs and fuck that tight wet pussy"
"Yes please do that... ooo yes" she moaned.
She moaned as she wrapped her lips around my cock head and thrust her hips to get maximum contact with the vibrator. Suddenly she stiffened and shuttered with her orgasm.
"Yes FUCK YES! Keep going!" she yelled as she came again.
With her second orgasm I felt a spark jump into me from the toy. It had short circuited and given me an electrical shock. It was nothing big, as it was just the voltage from a few batteries, but I yelped with surprise. Of course by this point, being both stoned and in the midst of some serious sexual excitement I did not care. I tossed the vibrator aside and spread her legs over my shoulders, thrusting myself into her warm wet pussy.
I slammed into her hard and, looking back on things, this is where my life changed. My wife does not normally have multiple orgasms or vaginal orgasms. Oral sex, vibrators, or any clitoral stimulation all can bring her off, but not a cock inside her. This time, however she cried out and came hard with me inside her. Well when you are stoned that is quite enough to send a man into a mind blowing orgasm himself and I shot inside her, screaming with my own pleasure.
Now we have been married for a long time and usually once is enough for us, but not that night. She wanted seconds, then thirds and would have gone for more I think if we did not need to go to work the next day.
The next morning, she dressed for work in what she sometimes referred to as her "come fuck me" clothes. These are professional but very sexy -- a pencil skirt, tight blouse, 4 inch heels and she wore thigh hi stockings and a matching lace panties and bra underneath. She strutted into the kitchen while I made coffee.
"Trying to impress someone?" I asked.
"Yes, you. Think about me wearing this today because when I get home I am going to fuck your brains out."
We had not talked like this to each other for a long time. Basically I thought we were past that stage of our relationship, but I welcomed the change.
"What has come over you?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
"I don't know but whatever you did last night has got me very hot for you." And with that she lifted her skirt and turned, wiggling her o so sexy ass at me and giving me a full view of all that sexy lingerie. She knows that this turns me on more than anything else she can do.
"I have meetings early, otherwise I would fuck you right here in the kitchen. Don't stay to late at the gym because you'll get a work out here too." And, with that she sauntered to her car and left for work.
That morning she continually distracted me with text messages.
"I got so hot thinking about you I shut the office door and played with myself"
"Why don't you stop by the office and I'll fuck you in the bathroom?" (we work on opposite sides of the city so that was not possible).
"My panties are so wet right now" I was, frankly, flabbergasted. My wife is one of those people who never mix business with pleasure. Work is for work -- get it out of the way, then go home and play. Whatever had gotten into her, I was enjoying the change. I had been the fat guy for most of my life and it was nice to feel like I was wanted as a sex toy, not for being the "nice guy with a weight problem". I spent most of the day in a fully or semi-erect state as a result. My wife said this only made her more excited. Of course this was somewhat distracting and I had some trouble working as a result, but I was still being productive. I had noticed women looking at me oddly, but I assumed it was the constant bulge in my pants and left it at that.
This day happened to be my training day with Jose, the personal trainer assigned to me by Dr. McEvoy. Imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger and Cheech Marin had a love child and you can picture Jose. We were performing our normal routines when I stumbled on my first "victim".
I should start by saying I have always had a thing for Latina women, even though I ended up married to a pale Dutch Irish woman who could manage to get sunburned in Seattle... in winter. Maria is the embodiment of Latina hotness. Maria was the club manager who doubled as a fitness model. She was about 30, had the face of a Mexican soap opera star and a body that had made the cover of several fitness and men's magazines. Maria had always been polite to me, but never really friendly. She was hot, she knew it and I was married and out of her league.
When she worked out Maria dressed to impress. Today she wore a dark pair of booty shorts that showed off those well sculpted buns and plenty of her long firm legs. I am a leg and butt guy. Anyone with a few thousand dollars can buy boobs but it takes work to get a great butt and legs. Speaking of boobs, Maria was doing her best to change my opinion. She was wearing a skin tight tank top with a low neck that showed plenty of C cup cleavage. In my head, I knew they were store bought but other parts of my anatomy enjoyed the view. I was not paying more than the usual attention to this hot body when I brushed against her as I put a dumbbell away. I hear her gasp. "Oh, sorry Maria. I spaced a bit." Really I had only brushed against her arm... why the big reaction?
