My name is Dee. I am a forty-three-year-old mother to three. Twenty-four years ago, I married my middle school sweetheart. Terry and I met in elementary school and were always friends. Once we got older and hit puberty, we discovered the opposite sex, and we started dating at the end of the seventh grade. Like everyone else, we said we were dating when we only would talk on the phone. We went out on an actual date when we were in ninth grade.
We lived in a tiny town. It was the type of town where everyone knew everyone. We all went to church on Sundays, went to the church barbeques, and the county fairs. Terry and I dated since the ninth grade, but I remained a virgin until the summer after graduation when I was eighteen. I decided to sleep with Terry then only because we didn't want to be virgins as we went off to college.
Terry and I went to State College and left our small town behind. It was a culture shock for us both. The fun times were not holism community events. Now, it was partying, drinking, and going to bars. I got a lot of attention in high school and college. My five-foot-eight-inch frame, with my long blonde hair and big 38DD tits, always caught the eyes of others. Although I would get many propositions, I was faithful to Terry. We were raised on those values, and I was sticking to them.
We finished college, Terry graduating with a business degree and me with a communications degree. Terry was offered a job with a firm in the city. I wasn't that lucky. I was sending out my resumes but got no offers. I returned home and worked clerking at a law firm I worked at through high school.
Terry and I stayed together in a long-distance relationship for six months. He returned home for a visit and proposed to me. I quickly said yes. We made plans for us to get married and we would buy a house in the suburbs.
Our dreams came true within a year as we married and closed on a house. I was not actively searching for a job since Terry didn't feel I needed to work. Before long, I was pregnant with our first child. Our son was born, with another son and daughter to follow.
We were so happy living our dream. Terry worked hard and made very good money to support us all, and I was the happy housewife and mom. As the kids grew older, Terry and I could not have as much alone time as we always had. I was frustrated but accepted that it was what we had to put on hold to raise a family.
The kids got older. Our oldest was now fifteen, an active teenager, and very busy. My days seemed empty now. I searched for things to stay involved in, but nothing kept my interest for long. One day, as I went through my closet to get rid of some of the older clothes I had accumulated, it hit me. I took a long look in the mirror and noticed I was not the woman I used to be. I was always complimented on my looks and my figure. I wasn't heavy, but I'd put on a few more pounds than I am accustomed to having. I needed to tone my body up and decided that since I had a lot of time during the day, I would join a gym and get back into shape.
I stood naked in the mirror and started to look where I thought I needed to concentrate when I began my workouts. I felt my legs and ass just needed some toning. I was always active in dance, gymnastics, and cheerleading, so my legs and ass were always tight. I always got compliments on them. I knew I could drop a few pounds and would love to tighten my tits. At forty-three, gravity was starting to take its effect.
I told Terry what my intentions were that night. Not like he cared, but he did tell me to do as I wished. The following day, I went to a gym only a few miles from our house. They asked me what I was looking for in joining the gym. I told them what my hopes were. They signed me up, and with my membership, I was set up with a personal trainer for the first four visits, so I have a routine to work on my goals.
I made my first appointment with the trainer for tomorrow morning. My trainer was Sam. He was in shape, and I could tell he had worked out for a long time. Through my visits, we would talk, and I found out Sam had been working out since he was a teen. He played football and got a scholarship to play in college, where he studied nutrition and physical education. I met with Sam for the four sessions, and he told me that if I followed the routine he set up for me, I should see some results quickly.
I started my journey the next day and followed Sam's routine to the tee. The gym was very friendly and kept clean. As the days went on, I would meet the regulars there. They were all very friendly and helpful. I enjoyed going there.
As the weeks went by, I could see a difference in my appearance. I lost weight. My abs were tightening up to where I was starting to wear crop tops to show them off. I even noticed my tits looking firmer. I felt so good about myself. I began to dress differently. I was wearing tighter clothes and more revealing ones.
Going to the gym, I stopped wearing baggy soccer shorts and a sweatshirt and started wearing either yoga shorts, yoga pants, tank tops, or a sports bra. I even noticed my son's friends sneaking glances at me. I have heard statements that they made referring to me as the MILF. I felt good about how I looked and how the people complimented me on my new look. Everyone except Terry, that is; he didn't even seem to notice.
My frustration with a lack of a sex life continued to build, and I found that the only pleasure I was getting was self-pleasure. My trips to the gym helped with that self-pleasure since many of the men there were the subject of my fantasies as I masturbated.
As the weeks passed, I looked forward to going to the gym for the workout and the friendships I cemented with others. One of the guys was very standoffish. He didn't interact much with others. Jamal was a tall black man with a well-defined body. He didn't bother anyone; if I said hello to him, he would nod in reply. He wanted to get his workout in and get on his way. I could respect him for that.
One day, I was starting a new set on the bench press and put on a heavier weight. We usually worked together and would spot for the other, but no one seemed to be around then. I thought to myself. I would be okay. I should be able to do this. I started my set, and near the last few reps, I could feel my arms getting tired. I struggled with the previous rep and didn't think I would make it. Then I felt it get lighter as Jamal saw me struggling and came to my assistance.
I felt relieved that he was there and thanked him. He warned me that I shouldn't be lifting without a spotter. It's too dangerous. I told him I was well aware of the dangers, but no one was around when I started. He told me to look for him whenever I needed a spotter. He would be happy to help me.
That day, we changed everything between Jamal and me. He and I became gym buddies and got to know each other well. We not only worked out together, but we got to know each other personally as well. He knew about my kids and husband; he couldn't believe I was forty-three and had three kids. He said I must be the MILF in my son's peer group.
That is when I grasped how the workouts have been transforming me. I have to be honest. It did turn me on to know others are now looking at me in such a sexual way. I learned a great deal about Jamal as well. I learned he was twenty-three years old, single, and worked swing shifts at a warehouse. That explains why some weeks we would never see him. He worked days and would work out at night.
I missed Jamal during the weeks he worked days. There was an emptiness at the gym when he wasn't there. Although I must confess that I can't say the void wasn't there when he was there. Life at home wasn't improving between Terry and me, so my self-pleasure was more constant. The problem with that was Jamal was the subject of my masturbation. I thought of him and me in many different ways, and it always gave me amazing orgasms.
I felt like a young schoolgirl every time I was around Jamal. My stomach felt like it had butterflies in it, and my heart pounded. Our ritual was that after workouts, we would walk out together, and Jamal would walk me to my car as we talked. I don't know where I got the courage, but I asked Jamal if he wanted a coffee before going home. After asking, I felt like time had stopped, afraid that I had made a fool of myself because I asked. I was relieved when Jamal agreed. I felt my body melt when I heard him say yes.
Jamal told me he would drive and bring me back to my car. We went to a local coffee shop about three miles away. We sat on their patio since it was such a lovely day and continued our conversation. I asked him if anyone was in his life, and he assured me that he and his last girlfriend were done. He went on to say it was a nasty break-up. I reached across the table, touching his hand and telling him how sorry I was. When I touched his hand, I could feel my body tingle from touching him. At that moment, I realized how deep my feelings for Jamal went.
Jamal referred to how he would love to find someone to have a long-term relationship with, as I have with Terry. Without thinking, I told him there was no such relationship. Things never look like they are. I saw a look of concern on his face. He reached across for my hand. He asked me whether I was okay. I guess I had it in me for too long because I do not know where it came from, but the floodgates opened, and I told Jamal everything about how my sex life is non-existent and how Terry hasn't touched me for two years now.
Jamal was so supportive and gave me comfort. We talked for a long time, and he made me feel much better. We finished our coffee and made our way to Jamal's car. We got in the car, and I reached over, touching Jamal's arm. I thanked him for being there for me. Then, without thinking (which was probably a good thing; if I had thought about it, I would have stopped myself), I leaned over and kissed Jamal on his lips. He didn't protest, which made me kiss him more passionately. Jamal reacted to me and kissed me back. Our passion grew as our hands caressed each other.
Jamal whispered, asking me if I wanted to go to his place. I wanted him. I'd thought about him for months now. I was not going to stop now. I nodded my head yes. Jamal started his car and drove a short distance to his apartment. We quickly walked up to his apartment, and as soon as we entered, Jamal took me in his arms and kissed me again. Our passion was immense as we ripped each other's clothes off.
Now, only being with one man and never thinking about others, I was unprepared for what I was about to see. I undid Jamal's pants and pulled his boxers down, and out popped the most enormous cock I have ever seen. My eyes widened, and I blurted, "Oh my god, you're so big."
I reached out and took hold of his big black cock and caressed it as his hands grabbed my tits. We made our way into Jamal's bedroom. I couldn't believe I would do this, but I knew I wanted it. Jamal placed me on the bed and moved on top of me. Feeling his body against mine was electrifying. His mouth moved to mine, and we kissed again. His hands moved to my tits as he caressed and groped them. I moaned louder as he drove down over my body. His mouth wrapped around my right nipple as he sucked it while his hand moved lower over my stomach and between my legs. I opened my legs wider as his finger started to rub my clit. My breathing got heavier as my moans became louder.
Jamal lowered between my legs as his tongue licked up my wet slit and sucked my clit into his mouth. I lay there, raising my hips into Jamal's face. God, I was in heaven with his tongue licking me like he was. I couldn't believe the pleasure I was experiencing. Terry was not into oral giving or receiving. He thought it was dirty, so it was something we never did. My body was tingling as Jamal continued to lick me. I was squirming on the bed, my hands grabbing handfuls of the covers as Jamal's tongue licked my pussy. He slid two fingers into me and caressed my special spot. That was it. He drove me over the edge. My breathing became heavier, and my body started to shake. I tensed up as I screamed out to Jamal that I was cumming.