Lonely Night at the Gym

After a crazy long day at work, I head back home to my place. These long office hours are killing me! I already work weekdays from 8AM-5PM. Today though was a complete disaster! My boss had us stay an extra three hours to complete a deadline for a project we’re finishing up. That was a 12 hour day! By the half way point of the day, I would have been happier jamming a pencil into my forehead rather than complete my required tasks.

All that matters now is that my day is finally over. I get home after 9PM. I’m so exhausted, I throw myself on my couch in the living room and pass out for a good two hours. I wake up and feel a bit more energized. Deciding I wasn’t quite ready to hit the bed and knock out for the night, I throw on some gym clothes. It’ll be nice to get a late night workout at my gym less than ten minutes down the street. Looking at my watch, it reads 12:22AM. I’m not used to going this late. It should be nice though as I won’t have to worry about the rush hour madness with people fresh out of work and hogging up the cardio machines and weight equipment. I do some quick stretching, chug down some of my preworkout and head out the door to my car.

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My name is Luke. I’m 26 years old, single, and have a decent job with a decent income. I’m just an average guy living the young urban lifestyle in Austin. I’m originally from California. After high school, I decided to go to college in Texas. After I graduated with a four year degree in Business Finance, I decided to stay out in Texas to live a more simple lifestyle rather than the fast pace city life in Southern Cali. Don’t get me wrong, Austin is a major city. But it’s so much more simple, with friendlier people and MUCH more affordable living and wages. I’m an only child, so I grew up being used to being spoiled by my parents. We don’t have much family as most of my extended family lives on the east coast. I grew up actually liking the space and independence I had to myself. I had a small group of close friends in high school. We all went our separate ways during college.

In college, I stepped outside my comfort zone and joined a frat. With school being important to me, I would study hard on weekdays and get my homework and studies done by Thursday night so I could spend all of Friday and Saturday partying my ass off and have Sunday to recover from any hangover I had left over during the weekend. My first two years of college, I was living my best single life, living as wild and as free as I could be. A typical weekend for me was the frat house on Friday nights. Getting drunk, smoking pot, and random hooking ups with sorority babes on campus. Saturday nights I would go bar hopping in Downtown with my frat brothers. Plenty of my bar hopping nights ended up with me hooking up with random strangers from the bars, doing the dirty deed in bathrooms, someone’s car, or usually in a hotel. Me being young and horny, I did all kinds of crazy shit. I was a part of a local swinger group and got to participate in a couple orgies, gang bang a few women, and played around with married couples. Usually husbands watching me pleasure their wives. I didn’t really care who I hooked up with. I’ve played around with young and much older women, of all colors and sizes. It was never hard for me to get some pussy when I needed it.

I’m an average looking guy, light skin, 6’0 feet tall with a fit athletic body. I played football in high school and ran cross country so fitness has been a big part of my life for a long time.

By the time I reached my last two years of college, I met the love of my life. Her name was Jessica. We met at a gala as we were both apart of Greek life. She needed a date and a mutual friend of ours set us up. We got along really well, and became close friends. Friends with benefits actually…lots and lots of benefits. We fucked all over campus. Six months after the gala, we decided we were more than just friends and officially started dating. We moved into a nice student apartment together our senior year and had plans to marry about a year after graduation. We met each other’s parents and I had enough saved for an engagement ring. Our families went down to Cancun together shortly after we graduated to celebrate our achievements. On our last evening in Mexico, I proposed to Jessica on the beach in the evening after dinner with our families present. Jessica said yes. It’s still a memory I hold close to me to this day just because of the magic in the moment. Shortly after we got engaged, Jessica took a job offer in Houston. I was a bit sad in the beginning as I’d have to make the 2.5 hour drive from Austin to see her on weekends. We made it work for some time as I started my career in Austin with hers in Houston. I ended up buying a small home with two bedrooms and a nice sized living room. It was a perfect starter home! Weekends were everything to the both of us as we’d catch up and plan our wedding out together. About 4 months before our wedding date, Jessica called me to tell me she was pregnant. I was surprised by the news, but was not shocked. We always had sex without any kind of protection and she wasn’t on any birth control. I was happy nonetheless.

Our wedding day came and was perfect! I had my close friends from high school and my frat brothers at my wedding. Our wedding photos were great with Jessica’s baby bump ever so present. I was happy as can be! Everything seemed perfect. About two weeks before she was scheduled for labor, she took an early maternity leave from work and moved in with me full time in Austin in our new home! The day finally came for Jessica to give birth. Both our parents were there and I was with her in the room through the entirety of the process. The baby finally started to cry after Jessica struggled to push for a good hour or so. Everything was perfect in that moment. Then the nurse spoke and the mood in the room instantly changed.

“Congrats to the both of you new parents! You have a healthy baby bo-“

She stopped what she was trying to say as soon as she got a good look at the baby. He had dark brown skin and frizzy Afro hair on his head. I stare at Jessica who stares at her baby in disbelief. She looks at me with wide eyes and a look of panic. She was just as shocked as we all were. Me and Jessica both being Caucasian….it didn’t take a genius to connect the dots. I didn’t know what to do. I just stormed out of the room completely heart broken and angry. I came back the next day after talking to my parents and then talked to my wife. I’ve never felt so betrayed in my life…ever.

She basically goes on to to tell me a few months after she landed her job in Houston, she started to workout with a new trainer at the gym. A tall, handsome Black guy named Sean. She said that everything at first was strictly professional but that things escalated one night after the gym. They both decided to go out for dinner. He took her to a bar after. After a few glasses of wine, she was quite tipsy and he offered to drive her home. It didn’t take much for him to convince her to let him into her apartment. They talked for a while and one thing led to another. Jessica, who at the time was my fiancé, hooked up with this man. Her personal trainer. And the worst part? She didn’t feel any remorse at the time as she felt incredibly lonely since I was in Austin. They hooked up regularly at her place and his place every couple of days during the weekday. Around the time she got pregnant, I showed up the next day to spend the weekend with her. I guess she didn’t take into consideration the timeline of her pregnancy as we both had fucked her within a 24 hour timespan. According to her, not ONCE did she even CONSIDER the slight chance the baby could be his, as apparently he always wore protection. She cried as she begged me for her forgiveness. She kept insisting that she loved me and that she was just incredibly sad and lonely without me present. I couldn’t believe her though. I could MAYBE understand a one night fling out of pure desperation for some attention…but to cheat on me for MONTHS?? Jessica literally fucked this Sean asshole for over two months!!

I needed a break from my wife after hearing her out. She begged for me to stay with her and her baby, but I couldn’t. After all, I wasn’t the father of her child. I angrily told her to hit up Sean to come see his bastard child and stormed out of the hospital. I was fuming that day! I went straight to a bar and got shit faced DRUNK! I don’t even know how I managed to get back to my home. I woke up the next day in my living room with a major headache and vomit all around me. My parents came to my place right before they had to leave to the airport to catch their flight back to Cali. My mom cleaned up my living room and my dad helped me to the bathroom to take a bath. I was so hungover, I could barely walk by myself.

The next couple years after that were probably some of the worst, darkest times in my life ever! I ended up filing for a divorce from Jessica as I couldn’t get over her betrayal. What made shit worse is that her baby daddy Sean, wanted to raise their baby together. Jessica moved in with Sean into his place in Houston and they got married shortly after.