Fit at 41
In the midst of her midlife crisis, Mary feels angry and frustrated towards her husband. She’s worked hard to stay in slender shape for him, and he’s let himself go with beer, potato chips, and football on TV. One night at the gym, she has the chance to get physical with three younger men. She takes the opportunity to not only spite her husband, but to also feel exotic and wanted. More
In the midst of her midlife crisis, Mary feels angry and frustrated towards her husband. She’s worked hard to stay in slender shape for him, and he’s let himself go with beer, potato chips, and football on TV. One night at the gym, she has the chance to get physical with three younger men. She takes the opportunity to not only spite her husband, but to also feel exotic and wanted.
WARNING! This 3700+ word short story contains graphic depictions of consensual group sex between a woman and three younger men. It is intended only for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.
I became angry by the amount of time I spent in the gym, keeping myself slender for him. He was also two years younger than me; so, he was still in his late thirties. Yet, he couldn’t recognize how far as going to keep myself looking attractive. Plus, don’t get me started on how his weight gain and lack of stamina badly affected our sex life. I kept myself fit for him, and he deigned to not do the same for me. It felt like another instance of him taking me for granted. I washed the last pot and handed it my daughter. She dried it and put it away. My daughter could sense something wrong with me, but she didn’t ask what was irritating me. I did my best to keep things to myself.
Once he started cursing at the TV for some interception or fumble, I realized I just had to get out of the house. Having a fight wasn’t going to solve anything. So, I made my way up the stairs to our bedroom, and I shed my clothing. I slid on a simple blue pair of Lycra workout tights (without panties), a sports bra, and blue tank top. I gathered my hair into a pony tail and pulled on a coat. Then, I packed a change of clothes. Before I left, I poked my head into the living room.
“I’m going to the gym.” Part of me wanted to ask him to come with me. Part of me wanted to beg and implore him to come with me. The other part of me realized that was a lost cause.
“Have fun, Mary.” He turned from his football game and gave me a smile. I smiled back and turned and walked away. Deep down, I wanted him to get up, and follow me out. Then again, the road to hell is not filled with good intentions; it’s filled with wishful thinking.
The drive to the fitness center wasn’t long. Still, while in transit, I couldn’t start to think about the state of my marriage. On my 41st birthday, I cheated on my husband. It was an anonymous hook up in a dance club. I tried not to obsess over it, but it was still in the back of my head. It came with a mixture of guilt and acceptance. One thing about that, though, was how much I loved it. All things considered, if confronted with the same circumstances, I would do it again. That’s what scared me. Then again, I don’t go to dance clubs all that often, and so I thought I was keeping temptation away. Of course, I should have known how wrong I was. Temptation come in many ways, and what happened at the gym that night surprised the hell out of me.
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