Picking Up the Pieces

"Hi guys...long time no see."

Connie Graham, Karen Hatch, and Janet Mason smiled as they acknowledged my long overdue presence when Janet said,

"Well hello stranger...we haven't seen you in three weeks...we thought you died or something?"

I just rolled my eyes and admitted,

"No, I'm not dead. Well not yet anyway, but, you know how it is. I was pretty busy with work, the kids and doing some much needed redecorating...well painting a couple rooms and doing other stuff to keep busy."

They bought my story, but I wasn't lying. I was working hard and I was spending quality time with my kids and I did paint several rooms, but I just didn't elaborate on the other stuff. I wasn't about to say anything about my brief two week affair, because I would never hear the end of it. As far as I was concerned, that was ancient history. Just then the door to the office opened and out stepped a tall, well built dark haired man...I was transfixed by his not so subtle animal magnetism. I looked over at Janet and mouthed,

"Who's that?" Janet said with an ear to ear smile,

"Our temporary instructor. Heather broke her leg pretty bad in a car crash last week and Lyle Davis was brought in as a temporary replacement. I also heard that Heather will be out for a least a month."

I nodded and watched as he unloaded his aerobics bag and got ready. Lyle Davis was a 6'4", thirties something muscular stud and compared to him, Tom my ex, Larry Johnson, and Ron Baxter were poor examples of what the male animal should look like. Lyle had broad shoulders that supported two wonderfully muscular tattooed arms and a lean, narrow waist that belied his manliness. What was most attractive was his thighs and the way his spandex exercise shorts barely fit him. That's when I noticed the considerable bulge between his legs and imagined that my gal friends probably noticed it too. They were all married and in their late thirties or early forties and naturally fantasized about men, romance and sex most of the time...like me. Men weren't the only ones to have sexually explicit opinions when it came to the opposite sex...we women could be just as raunchy and raw. I wasn't the exception...not by a long shot. Yes, I am divorced, but this goes beyond marriage or divorce. This strikes at the very heart of a woman's sexual fantasies...to experience erotic love and intimacy with a gorgeous male animal. Just then Lyle clapped his hands together to get our attention and said,

"Okay ladies...let's get started."

We smiled and took our places. I was in the back row, but that was okay with me. I would have a hard time doing my aerobics if I had to watch Lyle's body move to the beat of the music...right in front of me. We did a few warm-ups to get limbered up and that's when I felt warm all over. It wasn't the warmth of working muscles but the warmth of knowing that I was attracted to this tall, handsome man. To say he was better looking than most movie stars would be pretty much on the mark. Lyle turned up the volume on his boom box and suddenly we were sweating to metallica and hard Rock music. It was great. I felt my belly jiggle as I stepped up and down on my padded step. I looked over at Janet and was amazed at how well she was doing. She was five years older than me, but wow...she looked great. Her body was still firm after having five kids and I hoped someday that I could look as good as she does now. Suddenly, Lyle smiled at me and nodded while slapping his hands together as he increased the tempo. I was four rows from him, about thirty feet I guess, but I felt like I was on top of him. I honestly could feel his body under me as I exercised. This was all in my mind of course, but it felt good anyway. It was noon when our session ended.

"Well, I better go fix my kid's lunch...and get some much needed housework done" I said and left. On my way home, I was thinking about Lyle. I began comparing him to Ron Baxter. I said to myself,

"God, why am I thinking about another man? I just ended an affair with an ass hole and here I am fantasizing about another man. What's wrong with me?"

When I got home, mom was dressed for golf. I greeted her with a cheek peck and then made the kid's their lunch. As they ate, I sat and had my coffee. I smiled and asked mom,

"How was your day? You were asleep when I left this morning." Mom shrugged and said

"The usual. Finished my class prep and then Mary called to ask if I wanted to go play a round of golf. How was yours?"

"Um...went grocery shopping and then went to my aerobics class. Same old, same old."

Mom smiled and said,

"Well, I'm off to play a round of golf with Mary and maybe visit the nineteenth hole for a few drinks...talk to you later." I rolled my eyes and said,

"Just don't overdo it...okay?"

Mom just nodded, but I wished her a good game and then went to change into my grubbies. Since it was a balmy afternoon, I would do some much needed yard work. I gathered my garden tools from the garden shed and put them into my little red wagon and went out into the back yard and started to work. Just then my cell buzzed and I answered it...

"Hello? Hi Janet. No...yard work. No...she went golfing...right, yours too...ha ha...that'll be the day. Yeah, he is a real man...me too. If you weren't married...you would? No, but I can fantasize, can't I? Don't be silly, he wasn't looking at me. I wish...no...see you tomorrow? Ten? Okay, bye."

Just before I left the gym, I decided to go a full seven day week and I signed up for early ten o'clock weekend classes and that way I would have the remainder of those two days to myself, besides...I play softball Sunday afternoons...so my free weekend time is really limited. Up till now, I was going five days a week after work and took the five o'clock classes like the other gals in my group.

The afternoon went by quickly and the kids behaved themselves for a change and soon it was early evening. Mom called and said she was at the nineteenth hole for a few mores drinks with her good friend Mary. I knew from past experience that I would be in bed by the time she got home. After an evening of entertaining my kids, it was time for bed and once they were settled, I crashed. I guess I was bushed because I never remembered falling asleep.

I overslept and woke up to a dreary and wet Sunday morning. I had an hour to get ready for the gym, but I wasn't in a hurry. I started to imagine Lyle getting ready...perhaps saying good morning to some babe that spent the night in his bed. I was already jealous of this fictitious woman, even though I didn't know anything about his life. Was he married, divorced, separated...what? A well built male like him was sure to have at least several girl friends. Men like him stay uncommitted for as long as they can, but was I willing to make a fool of myself over him? I finished dressing and went down to bring in the Sunday paper and perused the store inserts for a few minutes. I looked at the time and decided to leave early and maybe chat with the girls before our class began. A half later I arrived at the gym and saw Janet and Connie talking and went over and asked,

"Soooo, how many classes have you signed up for?"

Janet smiled and admitted,

"Um, seven...Monday through Sunday...ten to noon." I nodded and said,

"I just signed up for early weekend classes, but I'm still going to take my regular weekly classes after work. I'm so out of shape." Connie giggled and asked,

"Hmmmm...you out of shape...really?" She knew I was lying. I shrugged and revealed,

"Well, maybe Lyle is why I'll be taking extra classes. Besides, it'll be fun to get out of the house for a while."

Janet and Connie smiled and agreed with me and Janet whispered,

"Can you imagine him making love to you?"

"Who?" I teasingly asked.

"Him...Lyle."

Janet said with a smile. She knew I was pulling her leg. It was reassuring to me to know that I wasn't the only woman with this secret fantasy. I actually think erotic fantasies keep us sane and I can't imagine a day without them. I smiled and nodded...then with a sigh said,

"Yeah, that's my problem...my imagination. If you guys could read my mind...whoa. Triple X rated through and through." Connie raised her eyebrows and gave me a wink and said,

"Me too. Just thinking about it makes me hot. However, thinking about it doesn't mean that you'll do it...does it?"

I smiled and shrugged my shoulders and admitted,

"Of course not. Our thoughts are our own and men don't own them. Not yet anyway."

Just then Lyle came out and set up his equipment and we were off. Dancing to the oldies today was quite a switch from yesterday's hard rock...at least I knew these songs. Our session went way too fast and soon it was noon and our class was over. I was disappointed, but yet thrilled that I could keep up with Lyle. I matched him step for step and move for move. I was a quick learner. Every so often he would glance me a smile and I smiled back. He was noticing me more and more, even though I was in the back row. The girls up front were trying their best to catch his eye, but he kept looking past them...towards me. I started to feel self conscious even though I knew I was good looking, but to stand out amongst twenty other very attractive women was very uplifting to my fragile ego. Janet, Connie, and I talked for a few minutes and then went our separate ways. It was still raining when I walked out to my car and that's when I saw Lyle exiting from the employee's entrance. I smiled and said,

"That was a great session...wasn't it?"

Lyle smiled and walked over to where I was standing and honest to God, my knees were shaking. He agreed and said,

"Yes it was. Um, trouble is...the sessions are way too short. They should be three hours at least to get the most out of aerobics."

Standing by me, Lyle looked like a giant. He was at least a foot taller than me, and made Tom, Larry and Ron look like wimpy pansies. Now I had three men to compare Lyle too where before when I was married...I didn't have anyone to compare Tom too. Lyle was all man and then some. I smiled and asked,

"Soooo, you're leaving early?"

"Yeah, I got a class at one o'clock down in Nanticoke...at our satellite complex. Then it's off to teach nutritional health at the community college until six."

I nodded and mentioned in a matter of fact way,

"I'm originally from Nanticoke...not far from the college. I took a few classes when I was pursuing my Realtor license before I was married so I know that area well."

Lyle looked at his watch and said,

"Well, I better get going...nice talking to you...bye."

I returned his bye and got into my car and pretended to look for something in my tote bag, then pulling out behind him when he left. I was right behind him for three blocks until I had to turn left to get onto 309N to Dallas, but I watched his midnight black Vette until it was out of sight. I wasn't in a hurry to get home because I was in a thinking mode.

My work week went by rather quickly and soon it was Saturday morning. I arrived an hour early at the gym...thinking that I would work out on some of the equipment before my 10AM aerobics class began. As I was on the treadmill, a voice behind me said,

"Looking good...Angela...a nice tight ass to be proud of." Startled, I turned to see it was Lyle...

"Why thank you. I've been working pretty hard to get it that way."

Lyle smiled and came around and stood in front of me...watching my boobs bounce up and down as I walked at a brisk pace, but I was getting warm in more ways than one. Just then he reached over and sped up the treadmill...making me jog. My breasts were really jumping up and down now and Lyle commented,

"I love to watch a woman's breasts while she runs. It really turns me on when I watch a room full of gorgeous women doing their stepper exercises. Lately, what really started turning me on is you...Angela. You're a fox."

What did he just say...? I looked around the gym...and didn't see anyone. Lyle and I were alone. I was getting a bit nervous, but yet I was getting aroused. It was then that I noticed Lyle's bulge in his tight Spandex shorts and I had to assume it was all him. Lyle smiled when he caught me looking at his crotch and asked,

"Care to see what the gals are all interested in?"

I couldn't believe that he was coming on to me. He was so blatantly sure of himself, betting on the fact that I wouldn't cry out for help. Well, he was right and I didn't. That's when my inhibitions drained away along with my common sense...right then and there on the treadmill. I nodded and turned down the treadmill...slowing it down to an eventual stop. I got off and stood by...watching Lyle strip down to his jock strap and big smile. I couldn't believe the body on this sexy thirty something man. Lyle was a Greek statue come to life...the epitome of all my erotic fantasies...standing semi-naked before me.

Without saying a word, Lyle stepped forwards and took me in his powerful arms and kissed me passionately. I melted into his arms as I kissed him back. I don't know exactly when it happened, but I was suddenly half naked...my neon pink sports bra was down at my waist. I was so aroused by this erotic God, that I must have slipped off the shoulder straps and pulled the bra down with out even thinking about it...or did he do it. Suddenly, his strong hands were on my bare lopsided tits...knelling them...squeezing them until I swooned from the shear joy of his manly touch. Then Lyle kissed me again and lifted me off my feet and carried me into his office like I was a rag doll. There he laid me on an exercise mat and spread my thighs wide. He then positioned himself between my now slender thighs...kissing and sucking my hot wet pussy and it felt so good to have a real man suck me out. Lyle got up and gave me a big smile then removed his jock strap...revealing the only fourteen-inch cock I had ever seen in my life...it was huge. Other than having my ex's cock for the ten years we were married or Larry's ten incher during my wild weekend with him...I really haven't seen another cock in person, but to see one this big...really blew my mind. Lyle laid down on his back and I straddled him in a sixty nine position and instinctively took his big cock into my mouth...or I tried to. I managed to get the apple sized cock head into my overstretched mouth and down to the collar and that was it...Lyle was too big. In fact...just the cock head filled my mouth. Lyle reached down and pushed my head down further onto his magnificent cock, but all that did was cause me to choke and gasp for air. My two hands could barely girth the huge dong that was pushing between my overstretched lips and it was then I heard him confess,

"There's not many women I can fuck...I'm just too big."

I rolled my eyes and agreed,

"There's no way I'll let you fuck my cunt with that horse's cock...I'm way too small."

He agreed and thank god he didn't force himself on me. However, we continued to make oral love or as orally as I could give, but I did manage to satisfy him and myself at the same time. While I eagerly sucked his apple sized cock head...I felt my spandex shorts being pulled down and then a tongue and fingers were being shoved into my wet pussy...massaging my bean-sized clit. Soon I climaxed and felt my juices run down my inner thighs and his hands...that's when Lyle erupted into my mouth and I had to swallow or choke. He was still spurting cum when I pulled his cock head from my mouth with a noticeable slurpy pop and got a cream facial. I was a gooey mess...with thick milky cum oozing from my mouth and down my chin and there was cum in my eyes and up my nose. We cleaned up and got dressed and he went out into the gym just as my gal friends filed in...little did they know what just took place in Lyle's small office. I slipped out the employee's entrance and hurried around the side of the building and walked in the front entrance and went across the big exercise floor to the annex and Connie smiled when I joined them and she said,

"Are we ready for some serious aerobics, Angela?" I nodded with a big smile and said,

"I can't wait to get started." Karen began to moan when Lyle walked into view and she said with a devilish smile,

"Boy, would I love to get a whack at his cock...just for one night. I would die a happy and satisfied woman."

Janet agreed and revealed,

"I heard it's at least ten inches. What do you say, Angela?"

"Um, that could be and we all know...bigger is always better...right girls?"

Our session began and we couldn't help but giggle. I went home that afternoon...to my life as loving mother and career woman, but to tell the truth, there was no love involved in the only two sexual encounters I ever had in my newly single life. I never told mom about my little encounter with Lyle and I never will. Lyle will go on living in my fantasies and that's where he'll stay. Sometimes, we get exactly what we wish for, but to tell the truth, the fantasy is always better than the reality.

The End