Suzy and I had been married for six years when she began to change. At first I didn't notice but that soon changed. We had recently moved into a new house with lots of extra space for children. Suzy and I had known one another for twenty of our twenty six years. We were sweethearts by high school and married at college. After graduating we took high paying jobs in our respective fields and saved for a house and family.
Everything was going according to our plan. We had everything we wanted except the kids. Suzy stopped taking the pill and we waited for her to start ovulating. We were naive in the matters of sex and had had only each other as partners. We had experimented in high school a little and developed a steady diet of sex at about once a week since college. Our sessions were simple and unfortunately resulted in me cumming alone. Suzy didn't seem to mind and convinced me that our lovemaking felt great to her. I suspected she simply did not know what she was missing. I tried to get Suzy to let me satisfy her orally but she dismissed the attempt as "nasty."
A month after moving into our new house, Suzy asked if we could join a health club. I ask her why? Her figure is terrific. She correctly reminded me that although she was trim, she needed to work out to maintain a healthy body, especially if she was going to carry a baby. She also suggested that I could work on the bear gut that I had developed after college. Suzy set up a membership at a club near our house. She began to make regular trips every other day to the club. I went with her the first couple of times but lost interest after that.
A couple of weeks later I came home from work to find my wife with a new look. She was leaving for the club as I arrived. She had on a new set of work-out clothes. Gone was the baggy sweats and in their place was a form-fitting jump suit kind of thing. I had never seen her in an outfit like this. Suzy is a very conservative woman and until now would never have worn clothes this provocative. The outfit showed off her curvy body in all its wonder. Her large breasts strained at the tight material. To top it off, Suzy was wearing her hair different. Her long thick natural blond hair was teased full in sort of a wild look rather than simply hanging long and straight. She was also wearing a bit more makeup which accented her deep blue eyes.
I had known all along that Suzy was pretty and that her figure was attractive, however, now I was speechless. Suzy looked more beautiful and sexy than any women I had ever seen. Before, she was sexy in a cute way, with freckles sprinkled over her cheeks and small nose. Now she looked more mature but still had an innocent look about her due to the freckles.
Suzy smiled at my dumbfounded look and said, "Looks like I clean up pretty well!"
I stuttered, "UH huh... Honey,... you're beautiful!" I kissed her full red lips and added, "Why are you dressed up that way?"
Suzy told me about a girl she had met at the club. They had become friends and had arranged their workout times together. The friend, Meg, had convinced her to buy the new outfit and had suggested she see her hairdresser. She asked me if I liked her new look. I assured her that it was great.
Suzy continued to improve her wardrobe with more sexy items and as a result I couldn't keep my hands off her. She seemed more aroused as well and our lovemaking became hotter. We looked forward to each session. Suzy was to begin ovulating in about a week. She would soon be pregnant at our present rate of sexual activity. A few days later I was called out of town on business for over a week. We were disappointed but knew that our reunion would be hot.
As it turned out my business was done after five days. I decided I would surprise Suzy. I flew in the next morning with plans. I went to the mall near our house and shopped for a present for Suzy. I found a great sexy nightgown that I plan to surprise her with that evening. Before heading to work I stop into a favorite restaurant in the mall for lunch. While waiting for my food, I overheard an interesting conversation from the booth next to me.
A fellow was telling his friends about a woman he had met at the club. He described her as being built like a brick shit house. He was convincing the other guys that this woman would put every Playboy bunny he had ever seen to shame. One other guy asked him if he had taken her out. He said no, but that he was going over to her house at six that evening to show her some new aerobics routines. Evidently, he was some kind of personal trainer. The other guy asked if that was all he was going to do. The guy chuckled and said that her invitation was made with a twinkle in her eye. He said he felt sure they would get it on.
The other guy asked if he had seen her at the club. He said you remember that blond I was talking to yesterday.
The other guy said, "That fox. You can't be serious, that woman is married."
He said, "I know that."
The other asked, "What makes you think that she will sleep with you?"
He said, "I've seen the look in her eye."
A third guy asked, "What's the woman's name?"
He replied, "Suzy Petre."
I almost choked on my coke.
At first I thought he might be talking about some other woman. I reminded myself that we were the only Petres in our small city. I didn't know whether to barge home and confront my wife with having an affair or what. I calmed down and thought for moment. The guy had said that he was going over to show Suzy some new exercises. It was his assumption that she would have sex with him. Knowing how naive Suzy was, I began to assume that he had read her wrong and that as far as she was concerned he was just helping her train.
I watched as the three men left the restaurant. All three were huge, (about 6'4") very muscular and blacker than the ace of spades. I felt certain that this guy must have been mistaken about Suzy's intent. This was the south, after all. White women were usually not attracted to black men and if they were they kept it to themselves. I couldn't imagine my Suzy being hot for one of these men.
Feeling better, I left for work and tried to get this evening out of my mind. I still intended to surprise Suzy. I figured I would wait for the trainer to leave before going home. As the day wore on, I began to get curious about my wife's meeting. I decided to go home while the guy was there. In the back of my mind there was still some concern about their relationship.
As I approached my house that evening about five minutes after six, I decided to drive by first to see if the trainer was there. Sure enough a strange car was in the driveway. This confirmed that the guy had been talking about my wife. Paranoia set in. I now imagined that my wife was cheating on me. I parked around the block on the next street and walked between houses into our backyard. It was dark by now and the lights were on in our house. I looked in the sliding glass door through a crack in the drapes. No one was in the den, however I heard talking coming from the kitchen. I quietly unlocked and opened the door and listened. Suzy was evidently getting some refreshments for her guest. I took the opportunity to sneak undetected into the dining room. It's a room we seldom use and it gave me visual access to both the kitchen and the den.
Once safely behind the door to the dining room, I opened the door to the kitchen just a crack. Sure enough there was one of the giant black men I had seen at the restaurant that afternoon. He was dressed in gym shorts and a T-shirt that fit his muscular body tightly. He was the type of man that women consider handsome. I looked at Suzy and immediately saw the twinkle in her eye that the man had told his buddies about. Could it really be true that she would be unfaithful to me. Her dress also revealed an attempt to impress the man. She wore a top that served only to hold her breasts in place during a workout. It was made of the sturdy shiny material most workout outfits are made of these days. It tied like a halter swimsuit top did, however, it provided more support for physical activity. It did show substantial cleavage and Suzy was a knockout in it. Her shorts were made of the same material and just barely managed to cover her bottom.
They talked while sipping wine. The man towered over my wife at least a foot. Suzy giggled like a school girl at the man's witty remarks. After a few minutes of chatting they moved into the den where the man began to demonstrate a particular workout routine. Don, as she called him, had her repeat the motions after he had done them. Suzy stopped and walked to the stereo and told Don that maybe some music would help with the routines. Don responded saying that it was a good idea. They continued with the aerobic exercises for a few minutes. Once or twice Don moved behind Suzy and repositioned her to correct a flaw in her routine. Suzy smiled when he touched her small waist. She obviously liked this man's company. When Suzy wasn't looking Don would scan her body from top to bottom and shake his head in appreciation. I don't think Suzy noticed but I saw a bulge forming in Don's shorts.
Each time Don put his hands on Suzy's waist she seemed almost to melt into his arms. It appeared that she would resist at the last moment, apparently aware that letting things go further with this man were wrong for a married woman. Don just looked in amazement as his big hands almost completely encircled Suzy's waist.
Don asked, "Suzy, what do you measure?"
Suzy replied with that eye twinkle, "34D-21-35."
Don smiled and said, "Suzy, you are one fantastic looking lady."
Suzy blushed and said, "Thanks Don...I don't usually get complements like that."
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