The other Saturday, as I was getting dressed for my morning workout, standing by the dresser in nothing but cotton panties and sneakers, the doorbell rang causing me to I wonder who the hell it could be. My friends knew that I worked out every morning so they never even called, much less popped in for a visit. I figured it must be the Jehovah's Witnesses or somebody selling something. I decided I'd blow them off without even opening the door.
Quickly, I pulled my running shorts up, slipped a tee-shirt on over my bare breasts and walked to the front door.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"It's Doug, Mama Kat. It's me, Doug."
Most people call me Catherine and a few call me Cathy, but Doug tabbed me Mama Kat. He was one of those guys who often made up nicknames for people he liked—I guess it was his way of showing affection without having to be affectionate.
Anyway, I wondered what the hell he was doing there. Doug was the weight training coach at our local college and a really nice guy. In his spare time, he volunteered at the Y,working with kids, and had recently taken a special interest in my son, Jason, whom he called J-man. Jason was a wrestler and avid weight lifter. He was going away to college in a couple of weeks with hopes of making the wrestling team and eventually earning a scholarship. Doug had helped him tremendously.
I opened the door and greeted Doug, then said, "Jason isn't here, Doug. He's spending the week out of town with his dad."
"Yeah, I know, Mama Kat," he said. "Look, all the benches at the Y are full and the weight room at school is closed this morning, so I thought I'd see if maybe you'd be nice enough to let me use the
J-man's weights. I won't be but an hour or so and I'll try not to make too much noise. Okay?"
"Why sure, of course you can, Doug. I was just going to get on the treadmill myself. Come on in."
"Thanks, Mama Kat. I really appreciate it," he said, then turned and waved for someone in his Jeep to come on in also.
"Who is that?" I asked, a little irritated.
"Aw, it's just my brother Harlan. He's going to spot me. You've never met him, but you'll like him. He's a good fellow, Mama Kat."
Harlan trotted up to the door carrying two small duffel bags and Doug introduced us. Harlan seemed nice enough. He was older than Doug, although it was obvious that Doug was the leader.
Harlan was a short, thick man with thick arms and thick thighs. I couldn't help but wonder if everything about him was thick. He wore his hair in a crew cut and had a hard, pockmarked face, but his eyes were soft and kind. Brown. I love brown eyes. There was a sexy quality to him, but lately, all men seemed to have a sexy quality.
I had been separated from my husband, Tommy, for almost a year and hadn't even been on a date, much less had sex. Well, other than masturbating. Oh, I had invitations, lots of them, some of them pretty tempting, but I always turned them down. I know that sounds a little strange for a healthy woman thirty-something, but my only real sexual experience had been with Tommy and I didn't feel up to going out into the dating world just yet.
Tommy and I married young, real young, and I loved him. I never cheated. I dreamed a lot and made up wild fantasies when I masturbated, and I masturbated a lot, but I never seriously considered screwing someone else for real. I was a faithful wife.
Tommy was a good man, good father and good husband. At least he was a good husband until he had a head on collision with a mid-life crisis and started fucking some jiggly-boobed girl at work. I always figured that he was a good lover, but now that my sex life centered around smut novels and Internet porn, I was learning things that made me wonder about him.
Anyway, I still loved him and had decided to just stay horny for a while instead of venturing into the dating jungle. I may have been subconsciously saving myself in case he decided to come back, I don't know, but I had remained celibate. Doing without sex was becoming more and more difficult, I do know that, especially since all the men were becoming more and more attractive. Under the circumstances, I don't suppose it was unusual for me to find Harlan sexy and wonder about his cock.
We all went down stairs to the family room. My treadmill and Jason's free weights were on one side of the room with the TV and sitting area on the other. The whole room was carpeted. It was a nice place to workout.
Doug and Harlan got towels out of their bags and took off their shirts while I got started on the treadmill. Having two nice looking hard bodies to ogle while I worked out wasn't bad, I decided. Both men had well sculpted chests—Doug's was hairless and tan while Harlan's was a bit hairy. Both had nice legs. Nice butts too. Not bad. Not bad at all.
I caught Harlan giving my bouncing ass the once over. It was almost a leer and I caught myself once again wondering if he had a thick cock.
"Have you ever tried working with free weights, Mama Kat?" Doug asked.
"No, I just run on the treadmill. It's a pretty good workout."
"You'd be surprised what a little targeted lifting will do to tone you up to tip-top shape, eliminate those little flabby areas," Doug said. "It's the difference between looking good and looking great. I mean you look really good now, don't get me wrong, but you'd be surprised what just a little bit of extra work will do. Come here and let me show you something."
He had me sit on the bench and began pointing out spots that needed toning up by touching them with his hand and fingers as he told me how good I looked and how great I was going to look. He got behind me, raised my arms, gave a little squeezing caress to the bits of flab just below my armpits and his long fingers touched the sides of my breasts.
"We can make these firm in no time and you'll love the results," he said, moving his hands up and down, jiggling the fat and subsequently my tits. I knew he was talking about the flab beneath my armpits, but that wasn't what flashed through my mind. I'm sure I blushed.
Next, he had me lie back on the bench and he put his hand on my stomach demonstrating how I could firm up my abs without injuring my back. His touching was a normal part of coaching, I could tell, something he did all the time, but it was beginning to turn me on. Damn, I wasn't used to a man touching me like that.
"What do you think, Harlan?" Doug asked.
Stepping up to the bench, his leg touching mine, Harlan said, "Well, she has a really good start. She looks great. You have terrific legs, Kat, except for this area over your adductors."
Harlan touched the inside of my thigh with his hand, moving it up and down my leg, squeezing it as he talked, coming within inches of my crotch, while he explained how to firm up those muscles. Harlan was running his hand up and down the inside of my thigh and Doug was running his hand over my stomach and abdomen—I was getting wet. I'd never had two men touching me like that. Damn.
"I think that's about all I can absorb for right now, guys." I was hoping they didn't see that I meant it literally. I was just before leaving a puddle on the bench.
"Well, let us know if you decide to begin lifting, Mama Kat," Doug said. "We'll be glad to help. You really do have a great start."
Harlan took my hands and pulled me to my feet. He stepped to the side, looked me up and down, appraising my form like a dog show judge, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Doug is right, Kat, you do have a really good body. Your legs and glutes have good shape, but if they were worked on a little bit, I think you'd love it."
The thought of being 'worked on a little bit' made me shiver. I hoped they hadn't noticed and quickly returned to my treadmill while Harlan resumed spotting for Doug.
