The Beginning of the autobiography-Phase II

The Beginning of the ****biography-Phase II

Hope you read the first part, because if didn’t you probably would have no idea as to what this is.

Lynn and I got married the following Saturday to an overly enthusiastic contingent of friends. One of which was not there, that would be Dan.

Within months of the marriage it seemed as though Lynn had forgotten and I acted as if it had never happened. But to be honest, the deal with Dan was always in the back of my mind. But, life rolled on and I graduated the next spring, getting a job that required an over hour commute. It was necessary, as Lynn still had to finish up her undergraduate degree.

She hit on her dream job, which was in the same city as our college, but we agreed to purchase a home midway in a quasi-rural area about half way in between. So we would each go in opposite directions, but neither of our driving time was much over 35-40 minutes. Which does not sound like much, but psychologically made it seem as though we were on opposite sides of the universe during the day. Fortunately Lynn had her group of friends close by, me on the other hand, I had to find new ones.

Another year passed and Lynn and I came to a mutual decision to have children, within another ten months along came our first-born. Yep, we were the happy family, even got a dog.

The pregnancy did not do wonders for Lynn’s body and she worked hard every day to get it back. Her best friend Sandy helped her by meeting her at a gym every day after work before the trek home. It worked…sort of. Lynn got her body back, but her already small “B” cups, were now teacups. She acted like it did not matter, but she was now very conscious of how she dressed.

Again Sandy came to the rescue in that she was now a full-fledged Psychologist able to help Lynn cope with any insecurity. Sandy had gathered up their female friends and started up a sort of sorority for support of all of them. They met once a month and I just kind of figured it was a women’s night out thing.

Unfortunately it did not necessarily improve our sex life. By six months after little Joey was born, Lynn and I were lucky to have sex once every couple weeks. Even then it was pretty non-inspiring, she pretty much just laid there in the missionary position. Granted, Joey was taking much of our allotted time, but we were both in our mid-twenties and at least, for me, my sexual drive was on the upswing.

No doubt, my eyes were wandering, I saw tits and ass everywhere. Especially at the gym where I was now working out religiously, actually making a point to go there when the most women attended. I even started flirting with some of them and by the response that was either imagined or real, emboldened me. Not that I was a voyeur, at least in my mind, but instead of working out with briefs under my workout shorts, I started wearing loose boxers.

It boosted my ego when I would go to the bench press and observed more and more of the women starting to populate the stationary bikes directly across the aisle from me.

So at the same time my home sex life was seemingly in retreat, I was pursuing attention elsewhere. Thought that my fishing expedition was going to be rewarded when, Carla, a forty something hot body that was a regular and part owner of the gym, pulled a chair up between my legs as I was bench pressing.

Putting both her hands on my exposed knees, she stated, “We need to talk”.

As I sat up, Carla looked directly at my crotch, reached up to my gym shorts and pulled the material over what apparently was my exposed cock. Then she patted it.

To be honest, even though I was twenty-six or so, Carla was hot and my cock responded immediately. This woman might have been forty, but everything was proportion and rock hard. Short raven colored hair, chiseled facial features, firm high riding tits, flat stomach, and as my gaze zeroed in on her crotch, a well-defined camel toe.

My cock hardened, stretching to it full potential.

Carla mouthed a “Wow” then with drew her hand slightly.

“I am flattered, but do not get the wrong idea,” she softly said, “This is part of the reason we need to talk.”

“Your member is really impressive, definitely over average and,” she said as she cast her eyes around the room, “ it has done wonders for my business.”

“But, I know your wife, Lynn, well, she is a great woman. Therefore, I want to warn you before you go down a path that might jeopardize your home life, to be much more discrete”. Carla warned.

“Every woman here, including myself, have fantasized about getting you in bed. You are definitely what we call beefcake.” She said while looking into my eyes, “Unfortunately, you are too close to home, so please,” as she pushed my now deflating cock further into the cover of my shorts, “let’s not tease us so blatantly”.

Carla looked down at where her hand had been, biting her lower lip, then saying, “I have to look at the big picture, because if you cause trouble with these girl’s marriages, my business would suffer”.

“Ok, what would you like me to do?” I acknowledged.

“Come at different times and, please cover up a little more, because even I can not trust myself.” She said with a wink.

As she moved her legs to stand up, they spread slightly. She had a noticeable wet spot covering her crotch area.

That evening, for the first time since Lynn and I were married, I jerked off in the shower fantasizing about having sex with another woman other than Lynn.

The following week I had to fly to our corporate offices in Denver, where we were to have meetings that possibly extended to Friday. This is the first time since getting married Lynn and I would be apart for more than a couple of nights.

Thankfully, my motel had a great gym to work off any anxieties. That only lasted a half hour into my work out Monday morning. As I was running on the treadmill, a vivacious red head came into the room. Something about her went straight to my loins. She had a tight curvaceous body on a thin tall frame encapsulated in a spandex body suit that hid absolutely nothing.

Her ass was high and tight, her breasts had a perfect symmetry riding high and firm. My guess was a figure of 34-24-34 with large “B” to small “C” hard tits on at least a 5’8” frame. Probably around the same age as I, my mind went wow.

She walked past me, looked at me, smiled and nodded an acknowledgement. I smiled back and nodded.

That was the only interaction we had that I could observe, but my eyes continues to check her out the remainder of my work out.

During our meetings that day, my mind kept wandering to a vision of the stunning redhead. That evening, I took a long shower masturbating to the vision of this woman, not once, but twice.

I went to bed thinking I was a pervert, woke up hoping to see her again in the gym.

Yep, she was there; actually she was in the gym before I arrived.

She was jogging on one of the treadmills, two porky middle age guys working on stationary bikes directly behind her with smiles on their faces.

I walked past her, hoping to get her attention. It sort of worked as she smiled and nodded. I did the same.

Taking a position across from her on the flex machine, I caught her taking a look at me. It was only for a second or two. Did not know how to read it.

Again went through the day with visions of her in my mind. And again, unloaded myself twice in the shower that night. Went to bed that night not thinking I was a pervert.

Wednesday morning almost ran down to the motel gym in anticipation of seeing her again. I was disappointed; she was not there, nowhere to be found. I completed my work out and headed up to my room to shower and get to work when I turned a corner and we actually ran into each other.

My natural reaction was to raise my hands to brace myself from collision.