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A blissful evening with my love.
The idiot's wife was an elegant blonde that gritted her teeth and bore her husband's boorishness.
"You don't actually have a small dick, do you?" she asked catching me coming out of the upstairs bathroom.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
She surprised me by grabbing the front of my trousers.
"Hold on," she whispered.
Her fingers outlined me slowly and then stroked until she got all of my attention.
"I knew a man could not write that book and have a dick like my husband's," she said heatedly.
She squeaked in fear when L covered her mouth.
"Ssshhhhh," L whispered. "We wouldn't want your husband to come looking for us, would we?"
The head's wife eyes turned languid as she shook her head meaningfully.
"This is more our type, Miguel," L told me kissing the woman's neck. "Too bad she's married, or we could keep her."
"Are you ready to go?" L asked after she finished rinsing my cum down the bathroom sink.
More amazing than the new body was that I did not hate the rituals needed to maintain it, or at least that I thought were needed to maintain it. After I lost the extra flab, L suggested I take advantage of the school gym with her. At the beginning, my enjoyment had more to do with a naked, sweaty L on my bed afterwards, but within six months I started to enjoy the quiet time I could get working out.
L preferred getting there at 7am and I had no reason to protest anything she wanted. We were stretching on the mats after our workout when she turned to me.
"Which one of these do you think we should take home?" she asked.
I raised an eyebrow.
"I want a new playmate," she said smiling.
I studied the occupants of the gym carefully. The department head's wife had not been a one-afternoon thing. L and I fucked her seven ways to Sunday in her husband's bed during the party, and she knocked on my door the next day for more of the same. A few months after our affair started, the department head took her on extended vacation that everyone thought was a last attempt to save their marriage.
"The one behind the counter," I told L.
The girl was pretty with long brown hair, hazel eyes, and a fit body.
"No," L replied.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Look at her," L said moving behind me and grabbing my head. "Really look at her!"
I studied the girl again but felt like something was pushing me away from her; a good story with tragic grammar. I shook my head and tried again.
"Now, look at her," L said turning my head towards a girl on a Stairmaster.
The lights darkened as I focused on the girl. She was one of the few that also enjoyed 7am workouts; watching her tight ass move up and down on the Stairmaster made my workouts pass faster. She had arrived late that morning so I did not get my forty-five minutes with her ass; I had missed those minutes.
"Smell her," L instructed wrapping her arms around my neck. "Breathe her in."
I did what she instructed.
"Clean, pure," L whispered against my ear. "A touch of innocence with a healthy swath of lust."
"She knows I watch her," I said surprised. "She likes it."
"You're a beautiful man, Miguel," L whispered. "She loves your eyes on her; the thought of your hands on her. She laments that no one is taking advantage of a body she worked so hard to build."
The girl seemed to start glowing before my eyes; not like L who burned with white light, but with a softer orange of desire.
"She wants you to say hello," L told me before standing up and walking out of the gym.
I sat for a few minutes trying to think of what to say. I could not think of anything original or witty so I sighed and got up. I passed her Stairmaster when a touch of the girl's sweat-salted scent froze me. I turned and looked at her.
She had big blue eyes and light brown hair that she recently cut short. I walked up to the Stairmaster and smiled at her. She pulled her headset off looking at me confused.
"I like the haircut," I told her sincerely. "It does wonderful things for your eyes."
"Thank you," she said smiling widely.
"It's just an opinion," I said returning the smile.