Aerobics Is Good For Your Sex Life

by Wyvern

Caution: This Romantic Erotic Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Romantic Erotic Story: A middle-aged overweight man trying to get back in shape is given some strong incentives by his aerobics instructor

The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA.

There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated from my bad knee -- neither sensation was particularly noticeable compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my feet and moving.

I could tell that the instructor was watching me, waiting for me to collapse -- or perhaps trying to figure out what I was doing in her class.

It wasn't an advanced aerobics class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured exercise -- no one told me what I was getting into, or, more probably, I wasn't paying attention. Now, I was too proud to admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor, a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19 or 20, was definitely looking at me.

Locking down my newly discovered determination (developed after months of intense therapy -- more on that later if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the session without a myocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right up to me as I was headed for the showers.

"You're John, aren't you?" she asked.

"That's me all right." What a clever response, I thought. "I suppose you're wondering what a blimp like me is doing in your class, eh?"

"No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you're doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are you busy right now?"

"No, as a matter of fact. After my shower I was just planning to go home and collapse," I said, laughing.

She laughed too. "Well, if you could put off collapsing for a little bit, I was going to suggest a cup of coffee at Perkins (tm)."

"Do you have coffee with all of your overweight and out of shape students?"

"No, not usually, but something tells me I should have a cup with you."

I nearly said no. Since I am telling this story, I can stop right here and explain that. For those waiting for the juicy sex scene, wait a little while and I will try to make it worth it for you to keep reading.

If you'll recall, I said at the top that I was 40. An 18 year marriage collapsed under me a year earlier. My fault -- I never dealt with my father's alcoholism and its effects on me. Denial was a way of life. I became more and more unrelatable to my wife and my two kids. Alcohol is only one escape from life. There are many others. Food was one of mine. My divorce was a real wake up call. I nearly lost my job and everything else in my life without dealing with my problems, but when I lost my family, well, that was something that really got to me.

I got into therapy and began to deal with all the things going on inside my head. But I still wasn't into relationships. Too many wounds, many self inflicted, had left my heart encased in some pretty tough scar tissue. That's why I hesitated a little before saying yes to Lisa's invitation.

"Sure. Sounds great. I'll meet you in the lobby in 15 minutes."

Cut to a Perkins. Any Perkins. They all look pretty much the same. A freshly showered couple sits in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Small talk ensues.

"You said you knew why I took your class," I said, by way of transition to the real reason we were here. "What did you mean by that?"

"You're trying to prove something to yourself. Recover your lost manhood. Go back to the time when you were young and in shape. You felt better then. You want to recapture that."

"I've lost my manhood, eh? What makes you think so?"

"I know who you are. My sister took a college course from you once, which may explain why you said I look familiar to you, though you couldn't place me. I know a little bit about what's been going on in your life. Your divorce, for instance."

"I'd be careful with that if I were you. It's still a touchy subject for me." I gave her a moment to digest that. "So I want to recapture my youth. I didn't think 40 was all that old, compared let's say, to 80. Let's assume for the moment that you are right. So what."

"It's the wrong reason for you to be in the class. You don't belong in this group anyway -- I checked at the desk and they put you in this class by mistake -- you should be doing lower impact aerobics until you work yourself back into some sort of shape."

"So, what would you consider a good reason for me to take your class?"

"Because you want to sleep with the instructor."

She said it with a straight face. I'm sure my chin dropped all the way to my chest before I recovered my composure. I started to laugh, thinking that she was joking, and was cut off in mid guffaw by the serious look on her face.

"You're kidding, right?"

"No, I'm not. There's only one way you're going to get through this class, John, and I'm telling you what it is. You're going to have to believe that when it's all over, there's going to be a reward."

"I'm a little confused." Wow, what a master of understatement.

She smiled. I'm sure that I was red as a beet. I was embarrassed and very close to getting angry with her. If this was some sort of elaborate tease, it was a cruel one for sure.

"That's true enough. Most men are. Tell me, how long has it been since you felt attractive?"

Well. That certainly caught me by surprise. To be honest, I don't know if I've ever felt attractive. Not physically anyway. Growing up I had some real conflicting needs -- the need for attention, yet wanting to blend in to the background. I wanted people to be close to, but I wouldn't let them in. That's probably why my marriage failed -- my wife could never get inside of my head because I wouldn't let her. Some sort of trust thing. Well, anyway, I had to come up with some sort of answer...

"A while." Wow, another pithy comment.

"I thought so. Did you know that when you were my sister's teacher in college that she had the hots for you something fierce?"

"No way!" I remember my ex-wife warning me about all the coeds who would get the hots for me and try to 'make the grade' so to speak. I used to laugh, point at myself, and say, "Yeah, right. Just look at me, Joe Stud."

"She did. She used to tell me about it all the time. The only reasons she didn't hit on you then were that you were married at the time and she knew what kind of negative effect teacher-student relationships can have on faculty members. But she used to tell me her fantasies, and believe me, she was hot for you. By the way, if you ever tell her I told you this, I'll kill you."

"That's incredible. But what's the point?"

"The point, John, is that you are trying to make yourself physically appealing because that's what you think all women want. And the reason you think that way is that that's what men look for in a woman. Admit it. If I were 40 pounds overweight, you and I would not be having this conversation would we?"

"If you were 40 pounds overweight, you wouldn't be an aerobics instructor, either, but yes, I guess you're right. So?"

"Some women are turned on by a man's personality, believe it or not, and can even overlook some pretty major physical flaws. Ever wonder why Christie Brinkley married Billy Joel?"

"So, are you trying to tell me that I turn you on, somehow, right now even though I look more like Dom Deluise than Burt Reynolds?"

"Not quite. But my sister and I are a lot alike. I think that if I spent some time with you, I could become very attracted to you. One thing you should realize is that a lot of those blow dried body building types are so stuck on themselves that they make lousy lovers. Other kinds of guys, more like you, are more attentive to their partner's needs and can actually be more satisfying sexually."

I was flattered to say the least. My self esteem was growing by leaps and bounds. But I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. No, sir. This wasn't going to be happening the way it looked. No beautiful female like the one sitting across the table was going to get the hots for me all of a sudden. And even if she did, I was sure that it would be a short relationship, particularly when she got a load of my lack of staying power -- though if she liked getting head, it might make up for it -- I'm very good at that.

"But, (here it comes, I thought) there's a catch."

"I knew it."

"You do need to get into shape, and not just so you'll be some sexy middle aged stud, either," she laughed, taking the sting out of the jibe, "but for your health. And, by the way, being in shape will make you a better lover to boot. So, here's what I'm proposing. You attend my class regularly -- but don't try to keep up with everyone, just go your own pace -- and do something about your food intake, and I think you'll start to see some results. It might help to do Nautilus along with the aerobics to shape your body a little as you take the weight off. Now, the good part. I am confident that if you work at it, you can get to where you want to be, physically, in about six months. Between now and then, we'll keep meeting for coffee and getting to know one another a little better. If you've been faithful to the physical regime for six months and make your goal weight (I had told her it was 200 lbs even) you and I will spend a weekend at a cabin I inherited from my grandparents. It's in a very secluded location on a beautiful lake not far from here."

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