My name is Mike Cosby. I'm about 5'9" 170lbs relatively fit and trim and my sandy blond hair and green eyes kind of stand out. When I was in college and in high school, I was never the biggest guy around so I went into some of the peripheral sports. Instead of basketball or football I ran track and cross country. Running cross got me respect in school if not star status. Even for cross country and track, I was never the star on the team, but also never the dog. I was a solid middle of the pack guy, but as I got older and the herd thinned out my efforts became more appreciated. I just seemed to outlast all of the previously fast guys.
After college life happened to me, I got married, got into IT, raised a family and now find myself starting all over again when I should be looking forward to retirement.
I married Kathy just after college, she wasn't the most gorgeous woman on the planet, but I loved her like she was. When we met Kathy had beautiful Auburn hair, and green eyes to match mine. She had an absolutely incredible rack, and most of my friends were guilty of talking to it instead of to her. I think that was one of the things that gave me the edge early on. I actually tried to get to know her before trying to get my hands on those tits.
Once we did start messing around though, we came on like gang busters and right after we both graduated, Kathy was pregnant. It didn't matter to us because we were sure that were together forever any way so it was just a matter of adjusting our schedule.
Robby our son was born 7 months after we got married. His sister Candace came along two years later, and Jeff, named after Kathy's father completed our brood a year after that.
While our children were growing up, we were the proverbial block parents, we volunteered, for everything and there was usually something going on at our house or in our yard all the time. Our pool was popular in the summer, and our den and basement were popular the rest of the year. While Jeff was in school he became a runner like his dad, so Kathy and I morphed into track club parents. Our duties involved me serving as an assistant coach and Kathy as a judge/course-Marshall at track and cross country events.
I thought that everything was going great with our lives, but as the cliché goes the husband is usually the last to know.
We didn't seem like all of the couples you read about where the guy lets himself go and becomes fat and un-attractive, so the wife decides to spice up their marriage with some young guy with a foot long dick.
We were almost directly the opposite of that, I was still running and in fact could beat nearly all of the runners on our team, even though I was dragging forty. My hair had still not gone to gray yet though there were a few strands here and there that were closer to white than blond. And I was still trim, and garnered more than my share of attention from women in the neighborhood. But none of that mattered because I still loved my wife like she was still the 20 year old girl I fell in love with. Over the years I'd gotten more comfortable with her and the changes as they occurred. I believe now that comfort, is what signals danger in a marriage.
Kathy had changed a bit over the years, due probably to childbirth and just the passage of time. Her chest was still Titanic, but like that once great vessel it had sank. Where once those puppies stood up proudly proclaiming their presence for all to see; they now settled closer to her stomach, secure in the knowledge that they were still awesome and didn't have to work so hard to get their point across. With the right bra and a cleavage baring dress, my Kathy could still stop traffic. Of course she required a little help to cinch her waist in but that's what girdles were made for. A few other minor changes had occurred as well, her ass got fatter and her tongue got sharper to complement gravity's successful assault on her boobage. But to me she was and so I thought always would be "The woman I loved"
Kathy on the other hand had noticed the changes and did not like them. If we went shopping, and some woman commented on her "ability to snare a younger man" she was livid.
"He's a year older than I am," she'd snap.
All the way home I'd suffer for it.
"Why can't you dress your age," she snapped at me.
"Are you trying to replace me with some young bitch?" she'd ask.
"If I catch you fucking around on me, I'll take you to the cleaners," she said.
"I love you Kathy, I'd never cheat on you," I said.
"You'd better not," she snapped viciously.
This year the coach had decided that some of the assistants should serve as mentors for some of the more promising runners. I was given Tommy Anders to work with. Tommy had phenomenal talent but hadn't won any races. Part of it was his race plan, and the way he ran. Tommy would typically take off like a house on fire. Over a 3 mile cross country course he'd lead the race for the first 2 miles and then start to falter. By the 2 ½ mile mark the rest of the runners would begin to eat away at his lead, and by the end of the race he was 4th or 5th.
Tommy had no idea about race planning, race management, no endurance and no kick.
I started taking Tommy out for longer runs, and then having him do sprint 200's after the run.
The first day out he thought he'd die.
"If I'm training to run a 3 mile cross country even why are we running 5 miles?" he asked.
"Because you tire out at 2 miles every time," I told him.
We talked about everything during our runs, his classes, his dream of winning races, his family or lack thereof, anything that went though our minds was fair game.
Eventually we got around to his deepest secret; Tommy was crazy about Sarah Donaldson. OK that's normal I thought, shit half the guys in the school were crazy about Sarah, and the other half just wanted to fuck the shit out of her. And that was only the teachers and coaches. Sarah was incredible.
"She'd never notice me," said Tommy
"Tommy if you win some races, maybe the cheerleaders would start cheering at the meets and she'd have to notice you then," I said.
After that our training got more intense. He wanted to start doing weights for real.
He started paying more attention to everything we did.
The next cross country meet marked the beginning of the change. Tommy took off as usual but kept his pace more like the pace we used when we ran our five and six mile runs. When we passed us at the 2 mile mark he looked comfortable. As he went by everyone looked at me when I shouted "Not yet," to him.
I ran across the field to where they'd pass us at 2 ½ miles. That was the station where Kathy was supposed to be. I was there a little bit before the runners got there, but Kathy was nowhere in sight. There were line judges from the other teams but no Kathy.
I didn't have time to dwell on it as the runners approached. Tommy looked at me as he went by in 3rd place.
"Now," I shouted, "Go now"
Tommy started to quicken his pace and was soon in 2nd place.
I ran back across the field to be at the line, when they crossed it.
All of our sessions with 200 meter sprints after the distance runs paid off.
With about 30 meters left to go Tommy took the lead and held it. He got first place overall in his event and one of his dreams had been accomplished.
A lot of people came out of the crowd to congratulate Tommy, all of the assistant coaches and most of the parents too. There were 2 surprising things though, first, our head coach, Bert Peters was nowhere around; and secondly, the girl or woman who came up and gave Tommy a big hug and tried to kiss him.
Tommy shrugged and moved away from her.
"I'll see you after the meet," she said to him.
"Do you want to go somewhere to celebrate?" she asked him.
Tommy the idiot, just shrugged again, and in that way teenagers have said "I don't know, maybe."
I just stood there with my eyes nearly bugging out. I came back to earth as she waved at me.
"Tommy why are you crazy about Sarah, when you have her?" I asked.
"That woman makes Sarah look plain," I said
He looked at me strangely and said "Uhm coach, that's just my mom."
Later on at the awards ceremony when Tommy got his trophy and his medal he offered up thanks to his coach for going beyond the call of duty and helping him. He also talked about how he and his team needed to train even harder and get better.
The funny thing was that I missed most of what he said because I was so busy staring at his mother. She politely nodded at me and I decided I needed to stop looking at her before she thought I was a stalker or something.
When Tommy thanked his coach Bert bowed and started waving and nodding his head at the acknowledgement.
"He wasn't talking about that horse's ass," said a voice from beside me "I'm sure he was talking about you."
I looked down, and I knew that I was in danger. Have you ever stood on top of a really tall building or bridge and looked down. That scared feeling you get, when you know that if you fall it's over forever, and there's no hope of survival. That feeling that makes you back up and reach for something to hold onto.
That was the feeling I got when I first looked into those blue eyes. She looked up at me and I lost track of time, place, everything. Up close I could see that she was older than I'd thought she was, maybe thirty five or so. But she was still devastatingly beautiful. Tommy's father had to have been a fool to run away from a woman like this.
"Tommy must have been wrong, you don't talk much do you?" she asked.
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