One late night at the gym with a young stud by Sabrina32
I got revenge on my cheating husband with some fun of my own , I was 32 years old had been married almost 10 years now. I was very devoted to my husband and kids. I spent most every day transporting my two young daughters to school, ballet, piano lessons, and soccer practices. I was the stereotypical soccer mom who could be spotted all running around all over town in my SUV.
When I wasn’t taxiing the girls around, I spent hours at the gym teaching aerobics and spin biking classes or doing light workouts with the weight machines. I had become a health and exercise nut and it was paying off. Nobody could believe I was the mother of two kids. I loved it when both men and women told me that I looked as young as the teens and 20-something year-old girls who ran around the gym in their tight bike shorts and little tank tops.
At least once a week some guy was hitting on me and twice in the last year, someone had left notes on my windshield requesting a date along with a phone number. Of course, I threw the notes away. I was, after all, married woman. I took my workouts seriously and never looked back to acknowledge the stares I got from all the younger guys, even though I knew they were constantly checking me out.
One evening, I came home from teaching a kick-boxing class. The girls were watching TV and told me that dad, my husband Chris, had just come home from work and was upstairs taking a shower. I went to the bedroom and started to undress from my workout clothes, waiting for Chris to finish so I can take my own shower.
I pulled off my sports bra and heard a noise that caught my attention. It was Chris’s cell phone vibrating on the nightstand. It did that all the time so I didn’t think much of it but for some reason, as if by instinct, I decided to look at the text message that had popped up on the screen.
It said, “Looking forward to next week,” and it was from someone in his contact list named Trudi.
I’ve never had any reason to be distrustful of Chris and am not one to be nosey about his personal or business affairs but something inside me made me curious about this message. I lifted the phone and thumbed through the history of messages from this woman named Trudi. The message history had started about a month ago and went back and forth with messages like:
Had a great time
I liked that dress you had on today
Lunch?
Can you get free this afternoon
Let’s meet at the same place
Available tomorrow
Can hardly wait for the weekend to be over
The messages went on and on like that and I was crushed. There was no explicit admissions of an affair but it was obvious to me he was seeing someone else. My heart sunk and I put down the phone and pulled myself together. I wasn’t the type of person to explode in anger but the thought of him being with someone else ate at me from the inside. I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew I that I looked great and I had always tried hard to please him in bed. What possibly could he want with another woman?
I passed him the bathroom and he gave me a kiss on the cheek and asked about my day. I didn’t let on to what I had seen on the phone. I cried briefly and silently in the shower.
I said I was tired and not feeling well and wanted to go to bed early. Chris got the girls to bed and he watched TV while I pretended to be asleep. I tossed and turned all night long unable to sleep.
The next day I dropped the girls off at school, not paying attention to them as they carried on loudly in the back seat. My mind was elsewhere, replaying those text messages in my mind.
I went to the gym and started my round of workouts on the weight machines. But things felt different today. Instead of keeping my head down and focusing on my workout, I looked around the gym. I met eyes with some of the younger guys and I smiled back for a change. I wanted to be noticed. It helped my self-confidence to know I was attractive and desirable.
There was one particular guy who I had seen there regularly and couldn’t help but notice. He was built perfect but not too overdone like some of the other steroid puffy looking body builders there. He had nice pecs that showed off nicely in his sleeveless shirt and he had gorgeous muscular arms. I guessed he was about 22 or 23 years old. Just a kid I thought. Maybe 10 years younger than me.
I’m not sure if I did this all the time but today I felt the urge to move my body with a bit more exaggeration as I worked out on various benches and leg lift machines. I arched my back seductively and pushed my ass into the air as I worked on my calf muscles.
I turned to look over at Steve who was standing there watching me with a big smile on his face. He came over to the machine next to me and didn’t say anything at first as he started his reps. Finally, he looked over and asked me how many sets I did on the calf machine and then we started a whole conversation about workouts, the gym, and just random chit chat.
Then he asked me what color my eyes were. I showed them that they were blue.
“Something very attractive about a blue-eyed brunette.” He flirted.
I tossed my long brunette ponytail over my shoulder like a tease.
I could see his eyes scan my body up and down and I looked back at his. It was a very bold thing for me to do. I’d never done it before. I looked at his strong muscular legs and thighs and went back to his arms and pecs, one of my favorite parts of a guy’s body. He purposely lifted his shirt to scratch an make believe itch around his back and I caught a glimpse of his perfect washboard abs, which was my absolute favorite part of a fit body. I couldn’t help but stare briefly and he noticed and adjusted his shirt to give me a great view.
Finally, I had to look away feeling guilty but also felt an incredible rush of warmth through my body.
I think he sensed that I was a bit uncomfortable so he started a new topic of conversation. He asked what else I was into as part of my fitness routine and I mentioned that I taught some aerobics and spin bike classes in the evenings. He said he always wanted to try it and I told him that I was teaching a spin class that evening in fact if he wanted to come. He said he would try to make it.
“What am I doing,” I thought to myself and decided to finish my workout early and head home.
Back at the house, I showered and sat on the couch staring at the wall feeling depressed again.
Chris called and reminded me that we had a dinner reservation with some of his real estate clients that night. He said he wanted to show me off to them. Normally I would have been flattered to be his trophy wife for the night but this time I wasn’t that excited about it for obvious reasons.
I picked up the girls from school, did the normal errands and came home to get ready for my spin class. I decided to wear some extra short white bike pants and a small sports bra to class tonight and show off a little bit. I wondered, and sort of hoped, that Steve might show up.
I packed up a sexy short black cocktail dress and some high heels so I could change at the club and left the girls with a baby sitter.