I do not know what they expect of me.
First, she called to say that her schedule was free and we had the entire afternoon to ourselves. We headed for the spa. It may be decadent, but I deserved some relaxation. Although I still found it unusual to chat with the girls in the steam room, it did wonders for my muscles and complexion.
We were on twin tables for our massage, so I was able to see her. My masseur was a big man and I enjoyed the deep tissue rub. With her so close to me, his touch got my tail going and I felt a need to reach out to her. When the rub was finished, we were left alone for a time to compose ourselves.
We went immediately together. She had no compunction of touching me; not only on her firm side, but also on his soft one. Although I really needed another to be complete, it still felt wonderful.
Nails and hair finished me, but she also had a facial and her makeup done. I waited for her in the anteroom. When she finally came out, it was worth the extra time. She was a stunning vision of femininity.
I was just complementing her when my cell phone rang. It was him. His day had been difficult and could I meet him for a workout. He felt it would unwind him for the evening.
Since it was still two hours until dinner, I took her home and went to join him at the gym. He was already in the locker room and had reserved us adjoining lockers. I always loved looking at his hard muscles and tight ass. He was so masculine. Apparently, there were others there that also appreciated the view. I stared them down and barked my disapproval. Although he laughed at my jealousy, the loyalty I showed made him proud.
We jumped on the treadmills to warm up. He did a mile before I had reached the three-quarter mark. With beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow, he moved over to the bench press. His first lifts were just to warm up. I would not have to spot him for at least another fifty pounds. Just to showoff for him, I exhausted myself by running a mile and a half.