Beth and Simon had been married for 6 year but had been together even longer. They met in work just over 10 yr ago when they both worked in a health spa. Simon Zelotes worked as a trainer in the gym, and Beth as a therapist in the spa.

Their human relationship was much like many other relationship of duration, lacking excitement, spontaneousness and rage. They loved each other and had two tyke together but had managed to slew into a routine where the same thing happened every day, and Beth often felt like she needed more. Where was the affection ? Where was that connective they shared all those years ago ?

She had always found it difficult to let down her guard both emotionally and physically, and this often caused problems in the bedroom. Without that connection and feeling of closeness, the intimacy suffered and she found it difficult to be guided by Herb Simon 's shop inappropriate feeler.

He would often brush past in the house and grab or smell her nates, or when she was doing the dishes, creep up behind her and hug her as an excuse to palpate her white meat. These were his try at affection and they were beginning to make her cutis crawl.

'' You make me palpate like I 'm just a patch of pith when you do that '',

'' I thought you said you wanted me to be more affectionate ? '' Herbert Alexander Simon replied.

'' I do, but hugs and kiss are dainty, spending time together when we 're not on our telephone set is great. Ignoring each other most of the day then grabbing my ass or thorax is n't the Saami thing ! ''

'' Listen, I ca n't help it if I find you sexy. I just wan na snaffle you all the time ''

'' That 's fine, but there 's got ta be more. I need to find close ... ''

The argument trailed off as Simon started looking at something on his speech sound.

'' Sorry baby, it 's work. I 'm good-for-naught I make you feel like that, I promise I 'll try and show you more affection from now on, okay ? ''

'' okeh '' Beth thought to herself sarcastically. This is a conversation they 'd had many time before and whilst things often changed for a day or two, they always reverted back to the Same old act.

She was heroic for that connection, to feel the blast she once felt. She still loved Herbert A. Simon and apart from the lack of familiarity, he was corking. He worked hard, supported the family and was amazing with the children, which is a lot to a greater extent than a lot of the husbands she knew or even past partners she 'd had. She also realised that part of her egress with Marvin Neil Simon was linked her lack of confidence in her show after having children.

Beth was tall at 5'7 and had always been quite sporty. Her longsighted leg had always been toned from running and she loved the way they used to face in hound. Her frequent gym session had left the eternal sleep of her hourglass body sozzled, and she thought zippo of wearing fuddled skirts and low pinnacle to show off her curve ball. She was also majestic of her ass. Her small rounded brass often caught the eye of others when she wore anything that hugged her frame and she 'd lost counting of the number of men that had grabbed her ass on a night out. Her titty used to be the solely thing she wanted to change. At 34B they were on the smaller side of meat, but although she liked the contour and how firm they were, she often found herself admiring other charwoman 's large tit when she was out and about.

Since having kid, it had all flipped around. Her breasts had grown to a cuveted 36DD and were still quite tauten. The rest of her consistence seemed to receive sagged and aged 20 years ! She supposed she was still lose weight, and probably in great form for a mum, but she wanted to be the great pattern she used to be.

'' Something has to be done '' she thought to herself, and almost in immediate response, her hand picked up her earpiece and began searching for local gyms.

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Beth joined a gym 20 proceedings from her menage and spent a number of weeks attending twist sessions when the kids were in school day, as well as the odd weight academic term in the gym when it was quiet. Although it felt big to be back breeding, she still felt unattractive and hated her body.

One day, when arriving to her usual Monday morning spin family, she realised Claire, her usual instructor was n't there. Instead there was a male instructor Alex taking the course. She knew his public figure because the two of them had history. legal brief history, but history all the same.

'' Hey, hanker time no see '' Alex said with a smile `` I did n't realise you came here ''.

'' I started back recently, I needed to do something about this mum bod, it 's killing me ! ''

'' Mum bod ? Do n't be daft, you look incredible, especially when you consider you 've had two child ''

That was exactly the matter Beth wanted to fend off. She did n't want her body to be compared to the fact that she 'd had children. She wanted to be noticed the way she used to be.

'' Thanks I guess '' was all she could manage in response as she made her way to a bike.

As the class went on, Beth swore she saw Alex looking at her. Once she thought she even saw him wink at her.

As she pedalled away her mind drifted back to a time before her and Simon got together, and when she knew Alex skilful ....

Alex was one of the rugby lads and was always out drinking with his booster. He was a big, mesomorphic guy and although not particularly toned or attractive, always had something about him. Whether that was his cheeky smile or the flirty banter they always shared when they saw each former, she could n't quite decide.

On one specific night, the two of them had got together in a club, but the night had ended in disaster, when Alex was unable to get an hard-on because he was too drunk and swiftly fell into a recondite eternal rest, snoring with his rima oris wide open.

They had barely seen each former since then and a lot had changed in that time. Alex looked a lot slimmer and had clearly been working out. He was still large and hefty, but the tone in his muscular tissue was now clear to see even through his gym dress. He also seemed more mature, less like he used to be when all he thought about was getting drunk and getting laid.

At the end of the session, Alex approached, dabbing the sweat from his forehead and the top of his chest with a small towel.

'' You did capital today '' he said with a grinning

'' For mortal that 's had two kids ? '' Beth quipped instinctively.

'' Ha ha, no, you did bully, and to be honest, it 's nice to feature someone hot to depend at whilst I take a class ''

'' You ca n't say that ''

'' Why not ? It 's rightful ''

'' Alex, I 'm married with two minor ''

'' That does n't signify you 're not hot '' he laughed. `` Anyway, I 'm happy I 've seen you, I 've been looking for a masseuse and noticed you 're doing home visits these days ? ''

'' I am yeh but more for nails and waxing, I 'm not really doing massage any more ''.

'' Well that 's a shame, I 'd rather pay individual I know than a complete unknown and my spine really been giving me pain lately. Let me cognise anyway '' and he slipped his issue to her on a piece of paper.

As Beth headed back to the changing way, she thought about Alex 's request and wondered whether perhaps she could make an exception this one fourth dimension. In the past she had been so used to massaging old people, it would constitute a skillful alteration to have soul her age and obviously in such dandy material body. The money would also be really useful.

As she washed in the rain shower, her hand moved subconsciously over her body, caressing her wet breasts and hardening nipples. It moved down towards her hairless knoll, fingers softly parting her pink lip, gently massaging her clit till her stage began to feel weakened.

She found herself slumped in the corner of the shower cubicle as her breathing became heavier. Her script now rubbed her vagina with more purpose, she was lost in the moment, bringing herself off as the water ran over her large chest and between her legs, making the movement so much silken than usual. The sensation was acute. Her legs began to square away as her pleasure began to peak. She rubbed harder and her toes began to curl, her back arched. The pleasance she 'd keep back in for so long began to make its way to the surface and escaped as a sigh. Small at first but building rapidly until she came hard with with a tacky groan. Her bridge player massaging more slowly between her legs as the orgasm subsided, Beth hoped that she had n't been heard by any of the other gym users.

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Days passed and Beth had a new outflow in her stride. Simon was showing her Sir Thomas More affection and she was feeling more positive about her soundbox. The wish Alex had given her and the moment she 'd shared with herself in the cascade had made her feel more like her old ego.

As she packed her bag for another slip to the gym, she came across the opus of paper with Alex 's number on it and decided to commit him a call. The phone telephone call felt effortless, and they arranged a date and time for the assignment. It was also surprisingly professional, no flirting and definitely no regard. Perhaps she had imagined his betterment that day in the gym ?

Time went on and the day of the appointment arrived. Beth knew Herbert Alexander Simon would n't approve or understand her taking on a new male client for massage, especially not if he found out it was Alex, so she lied and told him she had one of her regular for a long appointment. Alex and Beth had been quite flirty when her and Simon first started dating and he had always held a score. He did n't have it away Alex, but he hated him !

Beth had her equipment ready in the car and was dressed in her common black tunica that buttoned up off centre at the front. These had always been slim fitting but the fit was particularly tight now her breast had grown so practically. The top buttons stayed undone to tolerate her chest to breathe which also allowed a coup d'oeil of her ample cleavage. She wore a black pencil wench with a prick that hugged her hips tightly and showed part of her thigh. The getup showed off her figure perfectly, a small heel at the bottom of her long legs adding shape to her sura.

She drove to Alex 's house and stopped outside. aflutter but excited, a certain heat began to deluge her cheeks and between her leg. She collected her equipment from the car and Alex came to offer a hand. He carried the massage bed into the mansion and set up in the presence room.

Inside the house was pristine, well presented and modern, not what Beth had expected at all. Perhaps he was n't the same guy she knew before.

'' draw play the curtains, pop your clothes off and lie on your front under the towel on the massage bed '' Beth commanded.

'' All my apparel ? '' Alex replied.

'' It 's up to you, it 's common to take all your clothes off as you 'll be covered in a towel and they often get in the way of the massage, but if you feel uncomfortable, you can always result your underwear on, okay ? I 'll leave you to get ready, just let me know when you 're ready '' Beth said as she left the room.

A moment later `` Ready when you are '' came Alex 's vox from the room. As Beth entered she could see his brawny body stretched out on the massage mesa, his toned, tanned torso lying human face down, sinew bulging in places she never knew existed. The small-scale towel over his shank covering his modesty and his typeface resting in the hollow, looking towards the priming.

She made pocket-sized talk as she walked around the board, eyeing every inch of his body as she went. She knew she should n't but she could n't facilitate it. Simon would never live and it was alright to await was n't it ?

Standing at the head of the table, she poured some petroleum into her helping hand and began to gently work it into Alex 's consistency, across his shoulder joint and down the mingy muscular bulk of his back. The smell of sandalwood and vanilla filled the air, seducing her nostrils. She could feel the warmth caressing her again and she liked it.

She made her way down the side of the bed as she began to work lower down Alex 's back. As her helping hand worked through the muscle, feeling every fiber under her finespun fingers, she reached the arch in his scurvy back and slid the towel slightly lower to bring home the bacon more blank space to work. Getting a glimpse of his powerful cheeks sent her pulse racing. Although the towel only lowered a little, the perfect curve of his smooth out ass was clear, `` wow, Neil Simon has n't got an ass like that, but damn I wish he did ! '' her cerebration raced.

Her married hands slid slightly lour into the massage than it should have. Alex did n't seem to notice her hand lingering at the top of his cheeks.

She was able to garner her thought process long enough, and moved onto the legs. She started massaging his turgid feet, starting with the toes then working her way up the soles, the bounder then onto the calves. His mighty legs were just as toned as the rest of him, tight, firm. As she felt his heftiness beneath her hired hand, her eyes began to follow the line upwards to what was hidden beneath the towel. `` stop Beth '' she pleaded with herself, but the attraction was too strong.

As her handwriting made their way up his sculpted second joint, she could n't bring herself to lay off, something about his pelt, smooth and tanned, she wanted to be close enough to disturb it, she wanted to feel his warmness in her bridge player, she imagined him growing at her touch, getting harder ... then she stopped. Alex flinched just as her hands reached his buttocks and the movement snapped her out of the trance.

'' If I hold the towel, can you turn onto your binding please '' she said trembling slightly, hoping he would n't sense the nerve in her phonation.

He turned over to lie on his back, passing a quick coup d'oeil to Beth. As they caught each others eyes, time seemed to stop for an here and now. When Beth replaced the towel, she could see that it was n't just her that had been enjoying the massage. Alex stood majestic beneath the mild material, long and hard. She tried not to wait but she could n't rent her eyes off it, it looked so big !

As she moved about the table, one of Alex 's weapon system seemed to splay from beside him and brush against Beth 's thigh. The touch sent a jar waving between her legs and she started to get wet. She could feel her mordant thong becoming moist as it seeped into the exquisitely material. As she continued the massage, she moved around to the other side of meat, only to feel his former paw on her ass. This clip it was n't a mistake. He meant to palpate her and she could n't stop him. She did n't want to.

She slowly worked one hired man up his chest and the other down his thigh, all the while her heaving tit and font getting closer to his hardness. As her hands began their return she could sense him grabbing this time, his big hand groping at her juicy ass. It hurt a little but this only made her more wet. She gave a slight moan and slowly moved her hands beneath the diminished towel that was barely covering his manhood.

She felt the bottom of his shaft and Alex let out a small sigh in answer. She longed to touch his entire duration and she let her oily helping hand move upwards towards the tip of his rock hard phallus, this time his hips rising from the bed to play her touch modality. His arm pulled her closer to the bed and Beth wrapped her seemingly flyspeck handwriting around his goliath member. It felt hot to the touch and so hard.

As she began to propagate the massage oil up and down his shaft, Alex 's hand slid down from her salmon pink and found the slit in her skirt. His hired hand travelled upwards between her legs and found her married wetness waiting for him. He cupped her pussy and she let out a oceanic abyss moan. She started to work his inwardness harder now and the towel slipped from the bed, revealing the full magnificence of his cock. It must suffer been at least 9 inches and her hired hand barely fit around its girth. With each chance event, his coxa rocked to meet her helping hand, all the while his digit performing their own massage on her eager mound through her saturated panties.

He moved his hand up and found the band of her tiny thong, then slipped his thick digit down to her bare cunt. Her kitty-cat engorged and soaking wet from the thrill. He worked his digit over her clitoris before finding her compressed cakehole and inserting two of them. Beth 's hips began to rock to gather his penetrating figure.

As they fucked each others work force, Beth did something she had n't done for a very hanker clip and bent down to use her backtalk. At foremost, her red lips kissed at the tip, a tiny bit of pre-cum wetting her. As she licked it off with her tongue, she opened her mouth and began to claim the declamatory member into her mouth. It felt incredible and she 'd never felt so awake. Her pussy was soaking and Alex 's digit were bringing her closer to culminate.

As her mouth took More of his duration, the weighed down his breathing became. She wrapped her sassing tight around his shaft and took as much as she could before almost choking. This was a thrill and she could n't believe how much pleasure she was giving him. His moan became louder and he started to rock, lifting his hips in meter to have it away her mouth. All of a sudden, both his hands appeared on the back of her forefront and held her tight. His rock heavy cock deep in her backtalk as he began to have sex. Beth had an overwhelming itch to be wan but his mighty cock was so big she simply could n't.

As he fucked her skull harder, he pulled her hair towards him to force as practically of his length into her as potential, this time forcing his way past the binding of her sass and into her throat. The initial blow passed, and the sensation of being used completely overwhelmed Beth. Her right hand rushed to her pussy and she continued where Alex had left it, rubbing and fingering herself hard.

Barely able to breath, she took each mighty jabbing from Alex 's massive cock. As his stride quickened, she felt each thrust deeper until she eventually felt his carrier bag slapping against her lip and chin. His groan became battle cry of pleasure and his coming built.

When it all became too much, he made one last pulling on Beth 's principal and buried his full-of-the-moon length into her throat, then current after stream of his strong thick seed erupted into her stomach. Holding it there for what felt like an eternity, the deficiency of oxygen brought Beth off in the cracking climax ever. Her legs began to heave as her blunder squirted onto the story. He withdrew his hands and his softening cock slid from her dilute throat, followed by a last few drops of hot flannel cum. As Beth licked her sassing, they both slumped onto the bed, completely spent.

Beth returned menage still feeling the hard stopcock down her throat, the memory echoing in her mind, and the discernment of another man 's cum on her tongue.

As she walked through the door `` Hi babe, how was work ? '' Simon Zelotes met her at the door with a kiss.

'' It was operose, really hard. They 've booked in again in a couple of hebdomad '' she replied.

'' Oh that 's great, ripe job ! ``

'' It really was '' thought Beth ... '' It really was ''