A little about me, I'm in my late 30's, about 5' 5", 110, very healthy and fit, toned body with 34 C natural breasts. I have always kept up with my fitness and really enjoy doing it.
My husband and I had one child at the time, and we had been married for four years. We now have two children. Neither of us had much time for intimacy because we were both so busy...my husband worked all the time, so we couldn't spend much time together as a family. After getting pregnant with our first, we had drifted sexually, rarely being intimate with each other. The main reason for this is because I feel like I don't have any personal space since I am taking care of our child 24/7, and I don't feel like I have any time to do anything else with my body.
When I do have time and space, my last thought is to give up my space to breathe to have sex. Even though I enjoyed our sex, it never crossed my mind as something I was needing in my everyday life to engage with my husband. However, I definitely enjoy it. This lack of intimacy has created some distance between us, and I sometimes feel like we're more like roommates than partners. It has also made communication more challenging, as we often focus on the logistics of parenting rather than on nurturing our relationship.
Since our son was not in school yet, I was taking care of him full time while also working as a personal assistant to help support our family. Prior to meeting my husband, I had worked as a personal assistant/secretary for many years. As soon as we had our first child, I had to look for more flexible work in the late afternoons and early evenings as a personal assistant since most office jobs were 9-5. My family needed money, so I had to find whatever work I could. My clients always appreciated the quality of the work I did, and I was very good at it.
Although my husband and I both worked hard, we were still struggling financially, which was a situation I hated being in. The financial struggles added an extra layer of stress to our already busy lives, often leading to arguments about money and budgeting. This constant pressure made it difficult for us to relax and enjoy each other's company, further widening the gap between us. It felt like we were constantly in survival mode, which left little room for romance or connection.
My only client was very nice, a little older than me, well off financially, and married with young children. He was even decent looking. Having worked for him as a personal assistant for over a year, we were friendly and talked casually about things other than work. Our conversations often revolved around our shared experiences as parents, exchanging stories about our children and offering advice to each other. Occasionally, we discussed our hobbies and interests, which helped build a comfortable rapport. Despite the friendly nature of our interactions, I always maintained professional boundaries to ensure a clear distinction between work and personal life. For me, this was a great job since I could earn decent pay, work under the table, and have flexible hours since I took care of my son during the day.
Around 5pm one night, I came to his beautiful house to finish a project he had me working on. Like usual, he invited me in, but this time he was alone. His children are usually there, and sometimes his wife is as well. The absence of his family felt unusual because I had grown accustomed to the lively atmosphere they brought to the house. Their presence often created a sense of warmth and energy, which made the environment feel inviting and familiar. Without them, the house seemed eerily quiet, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about this particular evening.
It was the same as usual, except that he said something different as our normal brief conversation ended. As I had practiced yoga for many years, he knew I had a lot of experience with flexibility, which is something he has been working on improving for a while. Having a hard time getting down a particular pose, he invited me to his workout room so he could show me the instructional video he was using and see if I could provide any tips or insights.
Initially, I didn't think anything of it, I was happy to help him, so I followed him. The workout room was well-equipped, with a variety of exercise machines and weights neatly arranged along the walls. Large mirrors lined up one side, reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights, creating an open and inviting space. Despite the room's purpose for fitness, the atmosphere felt unexpectedly intimate and personal, perhaps due to the quiet solitude that filled the air. After walking into the room, he turns on the video to show me how the instructor is teaching him... Seeing the video, I couldn't help but smile and laugh.
As I watched the woman do the exercises, I could see that she was an attractive, fit woman probably in her mid-late 20s wearing tight pink leggings and a matching tight pink sports bra. Her energetic demeanor and precise movements were impressive, and I found myself admiring her dedication and skill. However, I couldn't help but feel slightly amused by his choice of instructor, as it seemed a bit cliché. Despite that, I focused on analyzing her technique, ready to offer any advice that might help him improve.
He smiles and chuckles a little saying
"What's so funny? It seems she knows what she's doing" he says.
He laughs again.
The typical man you are." I laugh.
"So, this was the best video you could find, huh?"
"You know, I don't think it hurts that she's pretty to look at. You know, she's not naked or anything. She's wearing normal workout clothes, and I mean, just look at what you're wearing," he said.
I find myself blushing in embarrassment as I realize what a fool I am. Right now, all I want to do is disappear. My purple leggings are just as tight as hers, and while I'm wearing a sports bra, I'm wearing a loose tank top over it, but I understand his point. It dawned on me that I mostly wear leggings. However, I know I'm not consciously wearing them for anyone else, I just find them comfortable.
"Well, this is embarrassing," I laughed in an uncomfortable manner.
Laughing, he says, "Let's just concentrate on stretching.".
When I look more closely at the video, I discover an important part is missing, one that was definitely helpful.
"Here, try adding this one called standing wide legged fold." I said and I started to show him.
After closing my eyes, breathing deeply, and spreading my legs and feet apart, bending over, bending my arms, and placing my palms on the floor for about 10 seconds, I heard him speak.
"This is great! Maybe you should have recorded it for a video." He laughs.
I remembered how much I missed these stretches and held the position because it felt good.
Upon hearing him say that I think back to the video and how he most likely chose it to stare at her body while exercising.
Suddenly, it hit me. Was he staring at me the same way he did with the woman in the video?
