"This is it... You're in the home stretch... Don't give up now," Mike called out, his face sweaty and red looking.
Becky Murphy grunted with fatigue, wiped her face quickly with the small towel she carried just for this occasion. She put both hands on the handlebar and kept pedaling her stationary bike along with the rest of the class. Her thighs burned, her shoulders ached, and her butt felt like the muscles were pulled as tight as they could stretch... but she pedaled on.
"And we're home," Mike said into his tiny microphone. "Take some deep breaths... keep pedaling... slower now... release all of those toxins... and let your muscles relax now..."
Becky and the other spin class members all sat up, pedaling slower now, but still breathing hard. Becky could feel the sweat from her chest pooling between her breasts. She was normally very particular to look her best in public. But this was one sanctuary where she and all of her classmates had an unspoken bond to forego any judgements on appearances for this hour.
She was in her mid-40's now. Still in good shape, her shoulder length dirty blond (thanks to her hair stylist) hair bounced when she walked, causing men to ogle her. It was harder to keep up her attractive figure. It wasn't as taut as when she met her husband, Lance, in college. But most observers would agree that she could still hold her own with most of the girls on campus even today. Three days a week she devoted to spin class. Three other days a week she walked with some of the other housewives in the neighborhood. She knew that one day age would start to catch up with her. There would come a day when she would probably get a boob lift and perhaps a face lift. Money would not be an issue for those indulgences. But she simply didn't need them yet.
Lance was an executive with a large insurance company and she didn't have to work outside the home. She appreciated his sacrifice and, consequently, allocated a portion of six days a week to keeping in shape for him (as well as herself). After 26 years of marriage she was still very much in love with him... and vice versa. They both looked for small ways to do nice things for each other and made sure they carved out time for just the two of them to spend some quality time together each week.
For Becky this meant, in particular, that she liked coming up with ways to keep Lance interested in her in their bedroom. She had read too many articles and seen too many TV stories of successful men leaving their wives in order to shack up with a younger woman. Or worse, they didn't leave their wives, they simply carried on with them behind the wife's back. Besides enjoying sex herself, she knew it was a key component in keeping a husband happy in a marriage.
And so, Lance's wife of 26 years still would buy sexy lingerie or engage in a little dirty talk in the bedroom or send him racy pics of herself on his cell phone while he was at work. When the kids were younger she would occasionally arrange for them to stay with the grandparents for a weekend and check her and Lance into a hotel in town purely for 48 hours of sex.
Their daughter, Paige, had recently graduated from college and moved back in with them for a year while she saved money at her new job in order to get her own place. She may have moved back home, but they didn't see a lot of her. When she wasn't working she was often out with friends, spending the money she was supposed to be saving. Paige was a carefree spirit. Full of personality and never met a stranger. She was working as a graphic designer which was a perfect outlet for her artistic abilities. If you compared pictures of her and Becky when she was 22, you would swear they were sisters.
Their son, Paul, was 24 now and following in his dad's footsteps, getting his MBA in Chicago. He was very bright and had "that look" of a leader. He was interning as a financial analyst for a bank there this summer and between his summer job and school, figured he would make it home maybe three weekends before Thanksgiving. Despite their very different personalities, he and Paige were very close... each admiring the others qualities while keeping their own identities.
When she got home from her spin class, Becky turned on the steaming shower and let it wash over her body. She soaped her hands and let them glide over her smooth skin... taking a little more time than usual. The feeling of the water and the soap and her hands felt really good this morning. She gave a slight shiver as she moved her hands over her taut nipples, moving them back and forth before moving on. Becky briefly thought about bringing herself to an orgasm in the shower but decided she would save it for Lance later that night. Paige would be at a friend's house for the weekend and that left her and Lance alone in the house tonight. It was Friday and he would be looking to relax. The stars were starting to align.
As she dried off, she was still feeling an urge to cum but, with a lot of willpower, she kept moving until she was fully clothed. It was then that she began to look through her "slutty lingerie" box as she liked to think of it. It was a collection of different types of lingerie that were meant only for the bedroom... some were crotchless, some had holes so that the woman's nipples could poke out without being hindered by clothing, some were costumes... there was a lot of lace and not a lot of fabric. As she rummaged through she found a costume that she hadn't worn in years and put it in the chest of drawers in the guest bedroom to be accessed later that evening.
Lance got home and Becky greeted him with a kiss. There was nothing out of the ordinary with that. She kissed him goodbye when he left in the morning and then again when he returned home each evening. This kiss lasted just a little longer than the usual peck on the lips. And Becky made a point of pressing her body against him when she greeted him tonight.
"Go get comfortable and make yourself a drink," she purred. "Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes."
Lance smiled at her. He could see that look in her eyes that he knew all too well. She was expecting to get laid later on. He immediately felt his cock stir and began to think about how he might please her. Little did he know Becky was ahead of him and had the evening planned out.
As they sat at dinner both Lance and Becky were consumed with thoughts about sex but neither said anything overt. Instead they talked about the day, and what they were looking to accomplish tomorrow, and the kids, and other mundane topics. It was a game they played with each other and served to tease their libido a bit more. Finally Lance could take no more.
"You know that when you kiss me like you did when I came home tonight, I can't help but think all kinds of naughty things that I would like to do to you," he started. "And sitting here at the table with you, looking at you, hearing your voice and your laugh, I think that if you don't let me fuck you tonight, I'm going to have to jerk off. You have me so worked up just sitting here with you," he smirked.
"Well, that sounds like a horrible waste," Becky smiled back, sardonically. "I tell you what... After we finish eating, I want you to go in and relax for a bit while I clean up. You can watch TV or read a book or listen to music... whatever you need to do to unwind from the end of a long work week," she explained. "When you have rested for about an hour, I want you to go into our bathroom and take a warm shower and get nice and clean. You don't need to bother getting dressed... just crawl into bed and call me. Maybe I will come in and watch you jerk off... or maybe - just maybe - I might help you with your little problem," she teased.
Lance smiled, taking the last swallow of his wine and setting the glass near the sink. He brought the bottle back over and topped Becky's glass off. Becky knew what he was doing also but didn't stop him. She was looking forward to the little act she was going to play with him.
An hour later Lance obediently went and showered, letting the water cascade over his still well-toned physique. He resisted the urge to stroke his hardening cock but made sure he was clean in all the right places. He also used his razor to do a little "manscaping." He was probably ten to fifteen pounds over his football playing weight in high school but to look at him, it didn't look like he was carrying any fat. He still worked out at least two days a week and played tennis at their country club one night a week and on Saturday. There were flecks of grey in his hair now but it only caused him to look more distinguished. Because he was a good-looking guy and a senior executive at his company, there were plenty of women that flirted with him, both at work and socially. Becky wasn't blind to their efforts which is why she continued to make sure he was happy at home.
While he was showering Becky quickly retreated to the guest room and pulled out the costume she had hidden there earlier in the day. She put on the school girl outfit she bought online several years ago. It had a tiny red plaid skirt that barely covered her white lacy panties. The top was a white dress shirt that buttoned in the front and had a red tie as an accessory. She pulled on the ankle high ruffled socks and her Mary Jane shoes and stepped back to look in the mirror. She wasn't wearing a bra so her nipples were barely visible through the thin white shirt. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail looked one more time. Something wasn't right. Becky took the tie off and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, putting her cleavage on full display. Lastly she undid the bottom two buttons of the shirt and tied them under her boobs to further accentuate her bustline.
