The following is a story that was passed to me by a very, very close friend. We were sitting in a booth at a bar in Ames Iowa. We were both stuck between flights; she was headed East and I was going South. It’s only natural, when you get two attractive fitness trainers with hours to kill, there is a contest brewing as to who can buy the most rounds. Tongues get looser, giggles get louder and you no longer make kind comments to the guys that keep hitting on you. Soon you realize a middle finger gets the same result and requires a lot less effort. When I ask her if I could put her ‘tall tail’ on paper, we both almost fell out of the booth laughing. The mere mention of the word ‘tail’ brought out more giggles, slapping at each other and spitting.

She made only two requests; use real first names so the people involved will know how they affected her, and that I don’t deviate from the details as she told them to me. The handy-dandy record option on my iPhone made that a piece of cake.

The cast of characters is really pretty simple:

Joan, is the main character in this fuck-fest; Joan’s husband Jon, a real shithead.

She met her old school chum, Barry. Barry’s Wife Rosarita,

We’ll just call her, Rita.

Thomas, is Joan’s boss, A nice guy, but carries around an “I don’t give a shit attitude about you, what you want or don’t want. I guess you could call him a real ‘nice’ prick.

One guy I had to just call Client because she never used his name. The reason for that is anyone’s guess.

Then of course there is me. I get into the story much later, so forget you ever heard of me.

All of these people are essentially the same. Let’s not get our heads too far out over the handle bars. All these people are Fitness Trainers. Excess fat on any of these folks is going to be somewhere between a half an ounce, and not in this lifetime.

The story actually began about three months ago. Joan was at the gym working with a new client when her boss, Thomas announced he would be attending an important Fitness Conference in Iowa sometime in the late Fall. Joan didn’t really care what Thomas was going to be doing till it dawned on her she would be left to handle the gym on her own. Words like “shit, shit, shit,” went through her mind.

Because of his screwy work schedule, she and her husband, Jon hadn’t had a real vacation together in nearly two years. Even more sad for both, Joan and her husband, hadn’t even seen each other for three weeks. He was tied up with a major construction job in Alabama that was draining profits from the project by the buckets.

“Ops. Sorry, that happens every time I come in here. Joan smiled when she noticed her client was trying to get his dick back into the protection of his jock.

Joan grinned approvingly. “I hope you don’t think that’s the first time that’s happened?” In her mind, she was thinking, “Boy, what I could do with that thing right about now.”

With his plane delayed in Dallas, Jon didn’t make it home till late that night, so when he slid behind the wheel of her SUV. The first words Joan could say, “get your dick out — you’re gonna get some road head.”

Jon made his Wife wait till at least they were away from the bright lights of the Airport, but just as soon as they pulled through the gate she was on him. No licking or teasing, she had him all the way to the back of her throat. She wasn’t about to leave her husband with the idea she had messed around behind his back during his absence; even though there was plenty of temptation and opportunity.

By the time the garage door was fully closed, Joan and Jon were laying on the soft carpet in front of the faux fireplace. They were locked in each other’s’ arms, while his once drained cock pulsed wildly inside his Wife. Mouths pressed against the other as their tongues traded the silky cum Joan had drained from her husband on their race to the quiet confines of their home.

Their union seemed to last forever. When all was said and done, Joan’s body fell forward, exhausted from riding her husband cowgirl. They stayed in that position, till finally she was able to roll to her side and stare into the face of her husband. Peace was finally granted as they slept and fell into dreams of Love. Or so Joan thought.

As had become custom, Joan and Jon went on a morning run together. The last half mile always turned into a race. Jon, always the gentleman would sometimes allow Joan to win. It goes without saying, they both were sucking air as fast as their lungs would allow when they crossed the imaginary finish line at the refrigerator.

After drinking what they called breakfast, Joan noticed a queer look on her husband’s face. He seemed to be correlating thoughts in his mind, but wasn’t able to put anything into words.

“What’s going on?” Joan ask. Turning away to rinse out her bottle before placing it in the dish washer.

“Damn, you’ve got a gorgeous Ass!”

Joan frowned slightly. “Okay what the hell is bothering you?”

“Would you not kill me if I ask you something?”

“Jesus, get on with it already. What the hell do you want to know?”

Jon mustered up some nerve. “While I was gone, did you see anyone else?”

“Did I what? Bullets shooting from Joan’s eyes.

“Whoa, please hear me out.”

Joan, nodded her head. “You have the floor,” waving her hand across her body like she were fighting a bull. Her irritation with her husband growing by leaps and bounds.

“I don’t know how to say this…”

“Well, you better start figuring it out ….and fast Buster.”

Jon started with, “It was Saturday a week ago. Everyone was dead from a fifteen-hour day. It wasn’t one of those days you get to stand around and watch while the others bust their asses.”

Joan now had her arms crossed. “that’s a start,” she grumbled.

Jon looked as his Wife to judge how pissed she was, and then he continued. “Well, we were all feeling no pain when we arrived at Tony’s house, when one of the local guys ask, ‘where’s that sexy Wife of yours Tony?'”

Tony didn’t even set his bottle down, “She’s on a date.”

“Quickly, he explained to everyone, ‘I can’t take care of what she needs all the time, so I let her go out with other guys.’ We heard the whole story, and it wasn’t long till some of us had to leave, find a place and jack-off.”

“What about you?” Joan ask, still annoyed with her husband.

“I went to the hotel and did what the others did.”

“Played with your pud till it went boom?”

“Fuck you, bitch. I’m just telling you what you wanted to hear.”

Joan held her hands up, “okay, okay, okay just finish what you started.”

“I went right to sleep. It was about 4 or four-thirty, all of sudden I was awake. My pants were wet and I had a hard-on.”

“Okay, so you had a wet dream.”

“No, damn it, it wasn’t just a wet dream.” He paused and took a deep breath. His words began to slow. “It was a dream about you.”

“Well, that’s nice to know you dream about me when you’re out of town.”

“Would you please shut the fuck up.” Jon was starting to get riled. When Joan signaled her acquiescence, he continued. “I was dreaming about you … with another man.” Almost instantly he held his hand up to keep Joan from speaking. “That’s just the beginning, every night after that I would go to my room and imagine you fucking and sucking and loving on another man. It was fuckin’ amazing. I actually had to go out and buy a bottle of KY and a large box of tissues. I almost pulled my dick out by the roots.”

Needless to say, Joan didn’t know what to think. So she said nothing, but just like every other woman in the world, her mind started to race toward a conclusion; a conclusion that wouldn’t come for many days and nights.

The conversation with Jon was put on the back burner in her mind. They both continued their routine and said nothing until, about two months later. Joan was sitting in the office at the gym with Thomas, her boss.

“I’ve got some bad news and some good news, which one do want first?

“I really don’t care, I’m on vacation in three days.” Joan smiled at her boss, letting him know she was counting down the hours.

“The air just went out of Joan’s life as Thomas told her about a recent medical condition that would keep him grounded from getting on an airplane. When she objected and suggested someone else could represent the gym at the conference, he took control of the conversation. He told her he had made up his mind and decided that it would be her and no one else. The insinuation was as plain as day … her job was on the line.

Dejected and more than a little upset, Joan walked out of Thomas’ office and met her two o’clock client coming out of the dressing room.

“Damn, woman! You’re sexy as hell today.” Joan’s client stopped and looked up and down her body.

“You guys need to figure this out.” Joan said, with a sexy punch of her hips aimed at her client.

“What do you need?” he asked.

Glancing back at the office to see Thomas with his head down, working on the books.

“Right now I need someone to eat my Pussy.” She didn’t wait for a response to her comment, she grabbed her client by the elbow and was leading him to a private area at the back of the gym.

Both were pushing and pulling on their pants trying to expose the needy parts of their bodies when Joan’s client tried to kiss her. Quickly she turned her head away. “Pussy first, then you might get a kiss.”

As quickly as she said it, his mouth went straight to the moistness between her legs. Joan’s head snapped back, her hips pushed upward. Her client pushed his hand up under her blouse only to feel the barrier of her sports bra. It took Joan only a heartbeat to approve of his efforts as she grabbed at the blouse and bra both and jerked them Free of her body.

“I’m Cumming,” she quietly announced to her new lover. While still attempting to recover, her client moved up her body to kiss and suck her breasts. Twisting and pinching the nipple that was Free of his attention. Still breathing hard, Joan reached for, and captured his hard cock in her tiny hands. Impressed with the girth of his cock, she stopped him when she said, “Do you have a condom?”

A giant smile covered his face, “I’ll be right back.” Joan looked up from where she lay on a plastic cover on a massage table, she could see her lover running toward the lockers wearing only a pair of socks and a muscle shirt.

“I can’t believe this,” she thought to herself. “what the hell have I done?” She had just about talked herself into getting dressed and leaving. The door swung open and she knew exactly what she was going to do. She rolled her body off the table just long enough to expose her kitty to the oncoming ram that was now covered with the protection she demanded. “Fuck me!” It took a little help with some loving from Joan’s mouth and some KY from her purse, but the two were now joined.

Joan came, and then came again. A towel stuffed in her mouth to keep her noisy grunts and groans from alarming anyone in the building. As far as she could remember, she had never been this wet before, and it was pure fucking heaven.

With the condom tied in a knot and secured in her purse, Joan drove home from the gym, wondering if it was a wise move to confess to Jon what she had done. In an instant she realized that not talking about something, didn’t mean it wasn’t still bouncing around in her mind. She had to confess to herself that the mere mention of sharing her body, was not the end all of anything; it was actually a stimulating beginning.

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Joan came to the conclusion she was going to have to face her issues straight on. She couldn’t drive around the block forever. She pulled over to the curb, wiped some tears from her cheek, scraped together what determination she could find, and again headed toward Jon, and home.

As she approached the house she could see her husband dragging the trash container up the drive from the curb to the garage. Her attempt at hiding her tear-streaked face from him was a miserable failure. He saw her face through the open window and immediately rushed to her to find out what had made her cry.

Pushing her tiny frame past her much larger husband, she glanced over her shoulder and uttered the four most feared words in any marriage, “we need to talk.” The glare of determination brought a chill to her husband, but he knew right away he was in trouble.

When Jon enter the house, his Wife had already taken up her position in the breakfast nook. There was something scary about the situation. Joan was staring out the window, but in front of her on the small table, was her purse.

“Joan, you’re scaring me, what the hell is going on?”

Joan looked back at her husband, tears had reappeared in her eyes. “I don’t know how to tell you, but I think this is what you want.” With those words, she took the cream-filled condom out of her purse and placed it directly in front of Jon’s seat at the nook.

Jon began to grin. “Did you cause that?”

“Honey,” Joan began. “I don’t know what came over me. Thomas gave me some really bad news, and I just seemed to break. I don’t know what happened. All I do know is that when I got a grip on that thing, I just had to have it.”

Jon’s grin turned into a lust-filled smile. “Come with me,” he said as he clutched at his Wife‘s arm; pulling her from her seat.

“Hey!” Joan exclaimed. as Jon rushed her down the hall to their bedroom.

“Okay, woman. Start at the beginning, and don’t you dare leave out a single detail.” By the time he finished speaking, he was pulling off his socks. “Lady you see this, pointing at his raging red cock. It’s time you make it happy,” he paused waiting for her to speak. “Just like you made your buddy’s cock happy. Now, tell me everything.”

With lust in his eyes, Joan smiled, “I think I’ll start with the blow job.”

Jon smiled and rested his head on her arm as she licked up and down the side of his cock. “Did you tease him like this?”

“Not at first, … but I wouldn’t think of teasing you. Only really bad girls tease the man they’re about to fuck.”

“Were you a really bad girl today?

Joan looked into the eyes of her husband, looking at the sparkle she needed to continue. “Oh, daddy, … I was a REALLY bad girl today.”

Later, when darkness had covered the outside world, Joan was just about to fall asleep. Her eyes bathed in the handsome face of her husband, she smiled. “Well, this might not be all that bad. If that’s what turns him on, I sure won’t complain about the extra cock.” Before she had another thought, her sleep deprived mind began revisiting the cock of her client pushing at the walls of her wetness mere hours before “Yes, her mind sang her into a deep sleep … yes… yes.”

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The following morning, with the kitchen and the nook filled with light, Joan waited for her husband to return from his morning run. The guilt of the day before left too many questions in her mind for her to join him on his run. She needed to have proof positive they were on the right track.

“Hey, good lookin’,” John announced pushing his way into the kitchen. Without a word passing between, she pointed to Jon’s drink on the nook table in front of him. “Oh, what did I do now? … Do we get to have makeup Sex again?” He was smiling with a face announcing his current state of lust for his Wife.

“What happened yesterday?”

Jon stopped smiling and looked his Wife square in the face. “Didn’t you like what happened yesterday?”

Almost begging “Which part?” She felt a tear run down her cheek.

“All of it!” Jon exclaimed. “Didn’t you like having your client’s cock fucking you? The excitement of the moment when he made a pass at you? When you came home and confessed your indiscretion?” Jon paused moment. “I don’t know about you, but that was the best fuck you and I have had since our honeymoon. To be honest, I loved every minute of it. Every kiss, every touch of your tiny little fingers edging me on and on.” Jon eased back into his seat, smiled at his bottle of something he knew was healthy for him. “Do I have to drink this crap every morning?”

“What do you want?” Joan ask with a bit of a smile teasing her face.

“A bear claw and a piece of Pussy.”

The room was much brighter now as Joan’s face broke into her happy smile. “I’ll help with the Pussy, but you’ll have to go see the bitch next door to get the bear claw.”

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“Attention ladies and gentlemen, we have started our decent into your destination. Unfortunately, we didn’t beat that cold front, so it might get a little rough as we drop through the clouds. The good news is you’re be at your Gate right on time.”

“Well, fuck you and your good news buster,” Joan thought as she tightened her grip on the armrest of her seat. “God Damn you, Thomas,” she whispered as her eyes darted around the cabin. “if I die in this cigar tube, I’m going to come back as a shit eatin’ dog, and have you for lunch.”

Once again she survived a possible disaster. But this time she wasn’t sure. It was snowing …. great big flakes. “Fuck, this is just great!”

All of a sudden, the almost quiet airport got a lot louder. “Hey gorgeous,” someone yelled. Joan didn’t even turn around. She picked up her bag and as she turned to head for the cab-stand she ran smack-dab into her old boyfriend from college.

“Barry, what the heck are you doing here.” Her smile signaled her relief that she did know somebody in this cold dark hole on the map.

“Same thing you are, Sugar. My Wife and I were supposed to be the Key speakers at this get-together, but as of ten AM this morning. The whole shootin’ match is canceled.”

“Wait a damned minute!” Joan was up on her toes, madder than at any time she could ever remember.

“Yes, yes, I know … Sorry babe they’ve already announced the airport is gonna close at nine PM.

“What the hell are we supposed to do?” Joan questioned her friend.

“Wait a minute.” Barry holding up his hand, looking around Joan. “This is my Wife, Rita.”

“I’m sorry, honey. No one should have ended up with this derelict.” Both women laughed as they hugged each other. Glancing over at Barry, Joan grinned, you did good, dingle-Barry.

“Let’s go guys, our chariot awaits.” Rita pointed to the door.

“You mean you found a cab?”

Rita smiled. “I think it’s more like a bus.”

“Great, we’ll all fit.”

Everyone turned into be a pretty good sized crowd. Everyone was there for the Fitness Conference, so everyone knew what we were talking about. The lingo was pretty much the same wherever you sweat, so we were all instant friends.

At dinner that night the busload gang pretty much stuck together. Some people were trying to get out of town, but most of us just said “fuck it” and decided there was no hope … we were stuck.

Mouths were busy gabbing and suddenly, when Rita and I noticed we were the only ones left at our table. We laughed like old friends, and started to get up and leave.

The lights of the restaurant were dimed and our server stopped by the table as she was cleaning up. “You guys don’t have to leave. There’s just a couple in the back, they won’t be finished for at least another hour or two. Why don’t you just go ahead a visit?”

Really, it was time to go to our rooms, so the two of us walked to the elevators and as soon Rita we pushed the ‘up’ button the doors came open. “At least one of us has the magic touch.”

Rita and Joan went on and on about Barry and what was going on in their lives. “So you’re the one that caught him?” Joan said.

“Yes, I did.”

“Rita,” Joan spoke slowly. “You know; Barry is Bi-sexual?”

“Yes, Joan I know, I am too; in fact, if we were to go up to our room right now, we’d probably see all three of those meatheads with their cocks out and doing something to each other.” Rita paused just a heartbeat or two, “want a go see?”