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 ï>¿The Marathon by RichardKimble

   When a quest for self-improvement takes unexpected turns.

   The Marathon Ch.  01

   Tori startled awake for the third time in a week.  The shock from her
recurring nightmare lingered, as she tried to regain her composure.  In the
dream, she was desperately reaching for a hand hanging on for dear life
from a nondescript ledge.  As in the other dreams, the hand slipped from
her grasp.  Just as it faded from view the image was of a young version of
herself falling out of sight.  A not subtle metaphor for her life, she
thought.

   "My life is great, I am incredibly fortunate!" she said to herself,
trying to will away the image of her youth literally slipping from her
grasp.

   She cherished her family, truly.  But no amount of placating or positive
spin could change how difficult it felt for her as an over-worked mom of
two girls (eight-year-old Ashley and ten-year-old Charlotte), with more
activities in a week than there were days in a month.

   Her husband of thirteen years, Paul, carried far more of the load than
any husband she knew.  She was the envy of all her married friends and was
all too aware that if not for Paul, her life would completely unravel.  He
was her reliable, trusty rock.  Imagining even their easiest day without
her unsinkable buoy made her shudder.  Her work as managing partner in an
ambitious, growing consulting firm placed demands on her that stretched
well into most evenings, frequently losing a weekend a month to some
unavoidable crisis.  Her travel had increased from quarterly to monthly as
well.  Yet affable, unflappable Paul was always there, enthusiastically
solo-parenting at the drop of the hat in her absence.

   Despite his best efforts, even vacations that he planned from door to
door never quite took the edge off for Tori.  Even when all she had to do
was just show up, things wouldn't reset for her.  Not even five-star
luxuriating could fully cleanse the baggage she carried into the trips. 
She returned feeling overwhelmed by imaginary crises building at work in
her absence.

   "I swear, Tori, you're the only person I know who needs a vacation from
vacation," her closest friend Rena said when Tori complained once after
returning from the Bahamas.  "If you tell me one more time how stressed you
are after you go on a dream trip, I will literally murder you.  I know,
deep down, you're not an ungrateful bitch, but you can certainly act like
one."

   Tori understood and resolved again to tone herself down and show more
appreciation for all that she had going in life: two adorably sweet and
precocious girls, a doting and handsome husband, a challenging and
well-paid job, and an honest, albeit pain in ass, best friend.

   Despite all of the positive affirmation, Tori still felt she couldn't
ignore her recurring nightmare, feeling like her vitality was literally
slipping out of her grasp.  She couldn't pep talk away the fact that she
had let herself go for years.  Paul never said so, as he showed the same
interest in her as ever.

   Tori knew she was a long, long way from her soccer playing days in
college or the marathon running of her late twenties.  Her gym membership
had gone unused for more than a year, and eating well felt impossible with
her demanding schedule.  If not for Paul's healthy habits and cooking, she
felt like she'd be a whale.

   There was the lack of attention as well, and it was glaring.  Paul was
reliably there to boost her ego when she needed it and he doted on her in
every way.  But even his unwavering affection and adoration couldn't
replace what was missing: frequent attention from men.  Sure, the odd
leering look would come her way, but it was not even in the same ball park
as it once was.

   So many men (and some women) used to remind her of her appeal in
not-so-subtle ways.  It used to be such a pervasive part of her life that
its absence now felt glaring.  Despite adopting a stand-offish persona and
a conservative fashion style to limit the extreme advances, she still
received suitors of all kinds for most of her adult life.  She didn't miss
the lecherous, uncouth advances or cat calls.  Nonetheless, she did notice
it was absent.  Although conflicted, she missed the ego boost.

   The need for an intervention of health in her life was coming to a head.
She had to take her health back, and if her appearance would rebound, then
all the better.  Approaching forty years old, she thought, a little
attention seeking is normal and healthy.

   "Rena, I need you to help me get back into shape," she texted her best
friend one late night.

   "When did you send me this text?" replied Rena the next morning.  "You
need to start sleeping better.  Start with that.  You can't get in shape if
you don't sleep."

   "Sorry," replied Tori.  "I know!  I worked late, had fast food for
dinner (ugh) and realized after I got home after eleven that I can't
continue this unhealthy life.  Can we train for a marathon again?"

   "YES!" replied Rena.  "But only if you take it seriously!"

   Three days later, they began nine months of training for the marathon.
The first few weeks were stop and go.  Tori knew she was out of shape, but
was surprised by her appalling lack of conditioning.  Rena was floundering
as well.  After a particularly lackluster effort to run just three miles,
where each of them walked more than they ran, they decided outside help was
needed.

   Sitting in Tori's kitchen contemplating their setback, Rena popped up,
startling Tori, "That's it.  I'm not having this crap.  We can't do this on
our own.  We need professional help.  Now!"

   Rena whipped out her phone and searched for running coaches, and found a
glut of results nearby.  "OK, there are almost too many options," she said,
chuckling.  "Given our sad state, I'm not sure we need to be picky.  Any
with good recommendations within a half-hour should do fine."

   Their trainer had Rena and Tori feeling like world-beaters in short
order.  They focused on whole-body improvement, not just road sessions. 
The trainer had them blasting their cores and cross-training more than they
would have ever considered on their own.  She was a diet guru as well,
helping them manage intermittent fasting without losing energy or
relapsing.

   Eight grueling months later, the results were undeniable.  Both Rena and
Tori were well past their lap and timing goals.  The combination of
whole-body fitness and diet had them both feeling like much younger
versions of themselves.  Tori had dropped twenty-five pounds, her lowest
weight since well before her first child.  She felt more developed and fit
than even her college soccer days.  She was also in need of a whole new
wardrobe, having dropped two sizes and five inches around her waist.

   She asked Paul what he thought about her new abs one day as she stood in
front of the mirror.

   "I'm so impressed with you, gorgeous!" he said.  "I'm proud of you, and
pleased that you feel so good!"

   "But can I be totally honest sweetheart?" he asked.  Tori became
concerned.

   "I'm starting to feel a bit self-conscious around you now," he
continued. "In some ways, I miss the old you.  I know you're the same
wonderful, amazing woman, but I can't help but think that you now look at
my dad-bod and you'll feel it's not good enough anymore."

   "I love your dad-bod!" she answered emphatically as she rubbed his
slight paunch.  Catching herself, Tori pulled back her hands, hoping to
soothe the wounded look from her husband, "You are my sexy man, Paul. 
You're perfect for me."

   ------------------

   With two weeks to go before the marathon, Tori felt the onset of shin
splints.  Rena had them a few years back and warned Tori that they could be
debilitating.  She booked an orthopedist an appointment immediately.  The
doctor advised her to stop training and rest for a minimum of ten days,
rotating rest-ice-compression-elevation several hours a day.  He warned her
against running the marathon, but Tori could not be deterred.  She hadn't
trained every-damn-day for nearly nine months only to give up at the very
end and let herself and Rena down.

   It was not easy to juggle her daily routine and keep her legs inclined
and iced up that much, but she managed it, in no small part thanks to Paul,
always supportive and helpful.  He did all the driving, including shuttling
Tori for work and errands.  He cooked and cleaned up and doted on her in
such a way that she nearly teared up each time he brought her ice or a
healthy snack.  She was amazed at how endlessly caring and wonderful he
could be with her.  She found him so handsome with his touch of gray at the
temples and the playful twinkle in his golden-brown eyes.  Tori could
hardly believe her luck with this man.

   As the race approached, Tori was feeling cautiously optimistic.  She
thought the shin splints might have been just the course correction she
needed, helping her rest and avoid over-training right before the race. 
Even with slight soreness in her shins, she felt very good about herself.

   Tori and Rena went shopping a few days before the race for coordinating
outfits.  They wanted to commemorate the event properly, and a bit of
retail indulgence was their jam.

   At the trendy fitness-clothing store, they both tried on a variety of
outfits.  They agreed on a traditional running combo of a loose-fitting
tank and relaxed running shorts in coordinating teal and black.  It was
practical and would be very comfortable for the race.  However, they didn't
go out only looking for practical clothes.  They had fun picking out a few
outfits for each other and modeling them.  The store carried everything
from jackets to swimsuits.  They spent close to an hour shopping, trying on
a dozen outfits each.

   As Tori emerged from the dressing room in a two-piece swimsuit Rena had
picked out, her friend was a bit stunned that conservative Tori would even
try on the low-rise, hipster bikini with open sides.

   "Damn Tori," she said as she ogled her friend.  "If I were bi, I'd be
coming on to you so hard right now.  We need to get you on insta, girl. 
You're a stunner.  I never noticed it before, but with your weight loss,
you look so much like Rachel McAdams."

   "Who's she?" Tori asked, feeling uncomfortable, but a bit flattered by
the attention.

   "Seriously, you don't know Rachel McAdams?" remarked Rena.  "I swear you
are so clueless.  You know her, I know you know her.  "

   "Ugh.  Look, here, look at her and then look at you in the mirror and
tell me you don't see it," said Rena as she searched a picture on her phone
and held it up in Tori's face, faux aggressively.

   "Oh, her," chuckled Tori, blushing slightly.  "She's kind of my
favorite, actually.  I loved her in The Notebook.  OK, I admit it, I see
some resemblance.  But my boobs are bigger." They both laughed as Tori eyed
herself in the mirror, jiggling her breasts playfully.

   "Don't look now," Rena whispered.  "But the hunky clerk guy has been
eyeing you.  He's seriously staring."

   Tori reflexively beamed with pride in herself, having worked herself
back into top shape.  She took a furtive glance toward the counter and was
startled to see a twenty-something, solidly-built hunk openly ogling her.
Tori blinked rapidly as she fought to look away from his large shoulders,
built chest, and sculpted arms bulging out of his tight shirt.

   Out of the side of her mouth, she quietly said to Rena, "He's really
staring at me.  It would be kind of creepy if he wasn't so hot."

   Embarrassed but excited, she quickly retreated to the dressing room and
thought about how long it had been since she received such overt sexual
attention.  She began to take off the swimsuit, looking at herself in the
mirror.

   With a playful thought about undressing so close to the hot guy, she
slowly undid the top, then stood admiring her upper body in the mirror. 
She flexed her stomach a bit, turned to the side slightly, and raised her
heel up with her knee angled.  She then started to work the hipster-cut
bottoms down over her hips.  Feeling randy, she peeled them down to her
knees, then bent at the waist.  She slid the bottoms all the way to the
floor, then spread her feet shoulder length apart and looked at herself
bent over in the mirrors.  She was incredibly turned on, she had to admit.

   Reflexively, she reached for her phone.  She stood up, posed seductively
again with her hand on her hip, her heel raised.  She flexed showing her ab
muscles and taught quads.  The outline of her muscular round ass was well
framed as she snapped a pic of herself in profile that reflected back in
multiple angles in the mirrors.  She felt an incredible rush of excitement
in the fitting room.  For a brief moment her mind wandered back to
check-out guy as she caressed her breast, then slid her hand down toward
her small patch of bronze hair.  She looked at herself and proudly thought
that Rachel McAdams would wish she had these muscles and curves.

   She was instantly brought back to reality, as her phone pinged.  It was
probably a text from Rena, wondering why she was taking so long.  She
looked at the phone and saw a unfamiliar notification on the lock screen.
It was a new phone, her first iPhone, a recent gift from Paul.

   The notification said, "Airdrop: Received item from CalBax95." She had
heard of Airdrop before but never used it.  Despite the unfamiliar name,
she assumed it was from Rena, and automatically clicked to accept the item
as she unlocked her phone.

   Tori's jaw dropped as she let out a startled gasp.  It most certainly
was not from Rena.  Instead, she was staring slack-jawed at a pic of an
enormous, erect dick.  Stunned, she struggled to get a handle on her
emotions.  She was definitely a bit offended, somewhat confused, but also
seriously curious and surprisingly aroused.

   A hand was holding the giant cock next to a can of Red Bull, which it
dwarfed.  It was slightly wider than the can and a few inches longer. 
There was a slight bend to the thick pale shaft, and the smooth pink head
bulged, tapered to a glistening peak.

   She couldn't move or think straight as she just held the phone looking
at the photo of the biggest dick she had ever seen.  Whoever sent the photo
either had a huge cock or thought she wanted a photo of one.  She checked
the message below the photo, which said, "Seeing you in that bikini did
this to me!"

   A few beats longer and she inhaled a startled breath.  She realized the
pic was from the check-out hunk, just twenty feet away through a flimsy
louvered door, behind which she had taken her first naked selfie.  She was
so conflicted, she didn't know what to do next.  On the one hand, she
basically had just been sexually harassed.  On the other hand, she was
incredibly flattered and aroused, as excited as she could remember in
years.

   Taking a few deep breaths, and slowing her heart rate, she resolved to
compose herself and get out without causing a scene.  She quickly put her
clothes back on, picked up the practical, relatively conservative top and
running shorts, then popped out of the dressing room, leaving the swimsuit
behind.

   Rena was waiting for her and said a little too loudly, "Took you a
while. What were you doing in there?  Admiring yourself in the mirror?"

   "Be quiet!" Tori quietly hissed.  "He can hear you."

   "Oh, I know!" said Rena.

   Tori stared daggers at her friend, then motioned with a nod for them to
move out of sight of the counter.

   "Look, Rena.  I'm not in the mood for any games.  Can we just pay and go
please?" she pleaded.

   Rena acquiesced with a conciliatory smile and they walked up to the
counter, Tori nervously trailing her friend.

   Just as they reached the counter, Rena stopped abruptly and started to
pat herself down, then announced, "Oh shit!  I left my underwear in the
changing room.  Tori, honey, please buy my stuff for me while I go get my
panties!"

   Tori realized that Rena had set her up.

   "Happens every day," check-out guy said as he coyly tucked a strand of
dark hair over his ear, leering at Tori with a sidelong glance.

   "I'm sure it does," she replied and wondered what she even meant by it.

   As Tori placed their clothes on the counter, he asked, "Aren't you
buying the suit?"

   "No thanks, this is all we need," she replied in the most monotone,
unflinching voice she could manage.

   "Well, that's a shame because you looked really hot in it," he said,
dispensing with any doubt about who airdropped the dick pic.

   Tori was starting to lose her cool and beginning to feel a lack of
impulse control that she was worried might spill out in unintentional ways.
She willed herself to just remain calm as she mechanically handed her card
across the counter.  The card cluttered onto the counter as she dropped it.
She was looking down at the counter when she noticed the can of Red Bull
just to the side of the register and heard herself let out a small gasp.

   Check-out guy looked up at her, then down to the can, and back up with a
furtive grin.  He parted his lips slightly and bit the side of his lower
lip, showing a crooked, confident smile.

   She stood staring at him, noticing her lips drying, a flushing feeling
in her face and across her shoulders and chest, pulsing into her abdomen
and groin.  She could hear her breathing and thought that surely he could
as well.

   An intense moment passed and Rena startled them both as she reappeared
at the counter.  She placed the swimsuit in question on the counter, and
said, "You're buying this too.  No arguing, Tori."

   "That wonderful suit gets my manager discount," said the check-out guy
with his leering smile.  He picked up Tori's card off the counter and took
another glance at the can.  He deftly processed the ordered.

   Tori was practically overcome with embarrassment, arousal, and
confusion. She mumbled something incoherent and hurriedly signed for her
purchase, clumsily accepting the bag from the clerk.  She couldn't get away
fast enough as she turned to walk out, and Rena followed her with an amused
look.

   Tori briskly walked out of the store in silence, and waited a few doors
down in front of a book shop.  Her mind was racing, her pulse rapidly
firing; she knew she must be beet-red from blushing.

   As Rena approached, Tori tried to ignore her friend's playful, teasing
smile.

   "OK, spill it!" Rena demanded, poking her friend in the ribs.  "What was
happening when I walked up to the counter?"

   "Give it a rest, please Rena," Tori said trying to deflect.

   "Oh no!  I'm not giving this a rest.  Tell me why you look like you just
walked out of a sauna.  You are flushed and practically panting.  Check-out
guy had your motor running, were you flirting with him?  What did he say
that got you so hot and bothered?"

   "Stop, Rena, please.  Let's just get going, please!"

   "You said please twice.  That's one of your tells.  What are you hiding?
What happened?"

   "Damn it!  OK.  It's so awkward.  I don't know how to even say this. 
Here, just look," Tori held out her phone to Rena, showing her the dick
pic.

   "Ho Damn!" Rena exclaimed.  "That is huge!  Fuck me sideways and poke
out my kidney.  Holy Fuck!  Tori, where and when did you get this?  Is
it...Check-Out Guy?  It is!  He sent you this dick pic!  OH.  MY.  GOD! 
That's a verifiable monster cock!  That is literally the biggest one I've
ever seen."

   Tori nearly fainted as her embarrassment took on swooning levels.  Rena
noticed and held her friend's elbow, escorting her to a nearby bench.

   "I got it while I was in the changing room," she said.  "He airdropped
it and I foolishly opened it.  Then, right before you walked up, he caught
me glancing at the can of Red Bull on the counter.  Oh God, Rena.  I
couldn't help it.  I was blushing and it was obvious that I was looking at
the can.  He gave me a look back as he caught me and I dropped the card.  I
couldn't help thinking that he had THAT his shorts just across the counter
and he knew that I knew and...Oh God!  I'm happily married!  I have two
kids!  I'm not supposed to be looking at that kind of pic and flirting with
check-out guys," she said in a stream of consciousness.

   "Well, screw that!" Rena countered.  "You are one of the sexiest,
prettiest women I've ever seen in person.  You deserve to be a flirt every
now and then.  Admittedly, dick pics are usually super gross, but this is
the exception to all rules.  This is truly a dick pic worth admiring.  So
what?  You saw a picture of a big cock and it got you excited.  You should
feel flattered and enjoy this.  We are forty-fucking-years-old.  You
deserve this kind of thrill.  Hell, I'm jealous!  Send me that pic, now!"
Rena laughed.

   Tori just shook her head bemusedly at her friend, praying that no one
would walk by and overhear the incredibly embarrassing conversation.

   Rena nudged her again and demandedly pointed at the phone.  Tori
reluctantly touched at her screen, agreeing to share the pic.  Her finger
inadvertently swiped and her photo album scrolled to the pic of Tori in the
dressing room.

   "Wait!  Stop!  What is that?!" Rena practically shouted.  "Holy shit,
Tori!  You took a naked selfie in the dressing room?  You dirty girl!  Fuck
yeah, Tori!  That's what I'm talking about!"

   Tori looked around begging for no one to be within earshot of this
further embarrassment.

   "Wait, was this after he sent you the dick pic?  Did you send this to
him?"

   Tori shook her head no, emphatically.

   "Give me your phone," Rena demanded as she reached her hand out.  Tori
stared at her in shock.

   "Give it to me, or I will murder you," she growled and Tori relented,
shaking her head in disbelief.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Tit for Tat, or Tit for Dick, technically," Rena said as her fingers
swiped quickly and effortlessly across her friend's phone screen."

   Before Tori had a chance to react, the deed was done and Rena said,
"There, done.  You've just shared your first nude pic."

   "What the Hell, Rena!  Why would you do that?!"

   "Because you wouldn't."

   "Of course I wouldn't!  Why would I ever send a naked picture of myself
to a total stranger, what the hell is wrong with you?"

   "Admit it, Tori, just be totally honest with me about this.  You are
seriously horny right now, aren't you?  Like crazy horny.  You are a
fountain down below, I'd bet.  You haven't felt like this since Sophomore
year in college, when you banged the two hot Argentinian guys on our ski
trip to Breckenridge.  That kind of horny," Rena said as she glared at her
friend.

   "Stop it, Rena!" Tori commanded.  "I'm completely embarrassed and
totally mortified, that is what I am."

   "Looks to me like your neck and face are telling a different story,"
said Rena pointing out the red flush to Tori's upper chest, neck, and face.
"That's the look I get from an orgasm.  The flush doesn't lie."

   Tori couldn't look at her friend.  Her mind was swimming, overwhelmed
with emotions.  Among those, if she was totally honest, was arousal --
serious, knee wobbling excitement.

   "Can we just go now," pleaded Tori.  "I have to get home.  This is just
too much, Rena."

   "OK.  OK.  I'll give it a rest, but if he sends you any more pics, you
have to promise to share them with me!"

   "Oh no, I'm not coming back here, ever.  I'm also disabling Airdrop. 
That's the last unsolicited dick pic for me, thanks but no thanks," Tori
said, but then she hesitated.  "Wait, what did you do?"

   "I may have shared your contact card," she said with a sly grin.  Tori
punched her hard in the arm and stormed away toward her car.

   "You'll thank me for all of this after you and Paul get it on like
Donkey Kong tonight," Rena hollered after her upset friend who was almost
out to the car.



   The Marathon Ch.  02

   The quest takes a very big turn.

   Tori returned from the shopping trip out of sorts, understandably.  Ever
thoughtful, Paul perceived her flustered appearance and distracted demeanor
as evidence of pre-race stress.  Of course, the cause of her distraction
was something much different.

   Paul volunteered to read to the girls before bed, as he often did.  He
also, very considerately, encouraged Tori to soak in the tub and rest her
legs up for the race in a few days.

   Tori gladly accepted the offer.  In part she needed the soak, but she
also wanted to doll herself up for action with Paul later.  The excitement
from the shopping adventure had not worn off much since the afternoon.  Her
libido was running incredibly high.

   While in the bath, Tori had her phone on the floor outside the tub.  It
pinged a few times early, which she ignored.  After she had washed her hair
and begun to soak, it pinged twice again.  Comfortable and relaxed, she
decided to mute the phone, but when she looked at the screen, she paused.

   She had four notifications from an unknown number.  She thought about
the joke Rena had pulled earlier in the day, saying she had given Tori's
contact info to the hunky clerk, then wondered if maybe it hadn't been a
joke.

   Without a lot of thought, Tori swiped open the phone, then went to her
messages, opening the string of texts.

   She nearly dropped the phone into the tub, startled by the images
jumping out at her.  In the first, a hand is holding an erect cock at its
base, an enormous shaft and head protruding out above it.  The caption
says, "Looking at your photo, can't help myself."

   In the second photo, his hand is near the head of the huge cock with
precum spread across a finger.

   In the third photo, he's holding up a large photo print of Tori's nude
pic from earlier in the dressing room.

   Tori's heart is racing as she scrolls down to the fourth image and sees
that it's black with a play button in the center, obviously a video.

   She nervously clicks on the video and the first few frames are dark. 
She hears a sound and immediately turns down her volume.  The video
lighting adjusts and she sees her nude photo sitting on a counter top and
hears the unmistakable sound of a man groaning and a repetitive sound.  The
image pulls back and she gasps audibly.  His huge cock comes fully into
frame, glistening as he strokes the massive erect length with his hand.  He
continues the long strokes along the full length of his cock as Tori
reaches down to her nipple, pinching it lightly, sending shivers down her
whole body.

   The man is groaning in the background as he quickens his pace and
shortens his strokes.  The entire long cock and photo are still within the
frame and Tori has moved her hand between her legs, beginning to stroke her
clit in circles.  Tori masturbates along with the video for about thirty
seconds, then presses pause as she hears a door down the hallway.  She
hears the distant sound of feet walking across the hall, presumably Paul
going the bathroom.  Shortly after, she hears the muffled sound of him
walking back into the girl's room.

   Nervous, but relieved, she closes her eyes to contemplate what is
happening.  In her head, she hears Rena's voice telling her that she
deserves more thrill in her life.  She also thinks back to her threesome
with the Argentinian guys from the college ski trip.

   Fired up again, Tori presses play on the video and sees that it has
about two minutes left.  She begins stroking herself again and resumes the
video.  The man continues his steady pace of masturbation, as she begins to
quicken her efforts.  She pauses for a few beats, resumes, then realizes
she might orgasm well within those two minutes.

   The man quickens his pace again, moaning and breathing in staggered
fits. Tori notices the head of his cock has become nearly purple and the
shaft is pulsing, with the vein bulging along the top as he strokes.  She
senses that he is about to cum and she furiously rubs on her clitoris. 
Normally, she can't take direct stimulation for long, but she is compelled
to do it at the moment, enduring the over stimulation in order to force her
climax.

   Just as Tori is about to tip over her edge, the man groans on the video
and the camera wobbles slightly.  Tori gasps as a long rope of cum shoots
out of the huge cock onto her naked picture, covering most of her rear and
onto the side of her back in the enlarged photo.  Tori muffles herself as
she also cums.  Three more long ropes of cum shoot out of the huge cock as
Tori holds onto her mons as she rides out the after-waves of her orgasm.

   He lays his huge, heavy cock down across the cum soaked photo of Tori,
saying, "Next time, I want to do that with the real you, gorgeous." As the
video ends, she clicks off the phone, drops it onto the bath rug and slides
down into the water to soak.  An overwhelming post-orgasm bliss spreads
through her as she feels the warm water envelop her.

   A few minutes later, as the water begins to cool, the reality of what
just transpired begins to set in.  She first wonders to herself how she
would feel if the role was reversed with her and Paul.  She knows that he
masturbates frequently.  Even with their relatively active sex life (for a
working couple with kids), it was simple reality.  She had, in fact, walked
in on him more than once in relatively compromising situations, but she had
made light of them each time, remarking that he better be working her into
his fantasies.

   When they talked about it at later points, he insisted that he did, in
fact, have many fantasies about her.  They discussed them casually, but not
in depth.  Most of the fantasies he described were vanilla, relatively
superficial cliches like nurse or teacher or light exhibitionism.  They'd
enjoyed acting out a few of those, and Paul happily remarked that he would
be coming to her with more ideas, since she seemed to be enjoying them as
well as himself.

   However, there's a stark difference in this situation, Tori admits to
herself.  Sexting was crossing a distinct line.  Because Rena had sent the
nude pic she couldn't claim to solely be on the receiving end and it was no
longer entirely unsolicited.  She would clearly draw the line with Paul
over something similar, and should have done so herself.

   Yet she felt so conflicted about the thrill and rush that she was
feeling.  She felt ten years younger in the moment.  To feel like a wholly
sexual being again was so gratifying and life affirming, surely, she
reasoned, this would benefit them both.

   Resolving to prove something and seize these feelings, she rationalized
that they would help boost her relationship with her husband.  She finished
up her bath with a plan to rock Paul's world.

   Tori was still revving with lust.  She decided to test Rena's theory
that her new swimsuit would get him going.  She dried her hair out with a
towel, put it up in a bun, then tried on the new suit.  Her nipples were at
attention and poking through, clearly visible.  She admired the way she
filled it out looking at herself in the mirror, feeling really good about
her defined shoulders and arms with a visible six-pack for the first time
since college.  Turning to look at her rear, she slid the hems in slightly
to expose more of her cheeks.

   She dimmed the lights, but kept enough light on so Paul would be able to
admire her when he walked into their room.  Sitting at the edge of their
bed, she was eager to put on a bit of a show for him.

   The minutes ticked by and he was a no show.  It was not unusual, often
the girls would egg him on to read extra chapters.  He was such a
charismatic reader, able to voice characters and create the illusion of
bringing the book alive that he was reading.  After a half-hour had passed,
Tori slipped on her robe and tiptoed down the hall to check on things.

   The room was quiet, both girls were sound asleep, as was Paul.  The book
had slipped into his lap, and his head lolled back onto the chair.  Tori
stood for a moment just admiring this scene of familial bliss.  She walked
over and gently placed a pillow propping up Paul's head, covered him with a
blanket, then turned off the lamp nearby.

   As she slowly closed the door and quietly walked toward her bedroom,
feelings of guilt invaded her mood again and wiped out the comfort she felt
from seeing Paul with the girls.  She chastised herself for indulging a
ridiculous sexual fantasy while her family was nearby in such a wholesome
scene.  She resigned herself to delete all the photos and videos and block
check-out guy.  This would be a one-time dalliance, she said to herself.

   *****

   Tori felt happy on the crisp fall morning of race day, even if
experiencing a bit of soreness in her shins.  The adrenaline of the race
had kicked in and she and Rena kept up a quick pace to start, keeping up
respectably with more seasoned runners.  They didn't talk much during the
first half of the race, but the few exchanges they shared buoyed their
happiness.

   At mile fifteen her shins flared; it didn't affect their pace, but Tori
took notice.  By mile twenty, the pain was significant.  She tried, but
couldn't hide it from Rena, who made them stop and walk intervals of one
minute for each five minutes of running.  This helped out some and Tori
felt hopeful that she could finish with the interval pacing.  She begged
Rena to go on without her, but her friend wouldn't leave her side.

   It became an almost Sisyphean effort, with each progressive mile slower
and more painful.  By the end, Tori could barely jog a hundred yards at a
time.  Rena begged her to stop with a half-mile left, but Tori could not be
deterred.  For the final quarter-mile, another runner joined to help and
they practically carried Tori up to the last stretch of the race near the
finish.

   Tori insisted on finishing the final hundred yards or so on her own. 
Paul and the girls were just past the finish line, watching on.  At first
they felt immense pride upon finally seeing her, but then noticed that
something was seriously wrong.  She was obviously laboring, barely lifting
her feet in a shuffle walk.  With twenty or so yards left, she collapsed to
the ground and much of the crowd gasped.  She then started to basically
crawl.  By the finish line, the crowd of several hundred were all cheering
their loudest for the woman crawling over the line, but Paul and the girls
watched in shocked silence.  They had never even seen her so much as flinch
from pain.  She was the toughest person Paul had ever known.  To see her in
such a state was beyond worrying.

   *****

   The diagnosis was tibial stress fractures of both shins.  She would get
casts on both her legs and be on crutches for six weeks.  With both legs
non-functional, she wouldn't be able to drive or walk much.

   The pain was unrelenting, difficult even for Tori.  By the second week,
she asked Paul to take her back to the doctor for an extension to her
tylenol-II prescription.  The doctor assessed her pain and declared her in
extreme pain.  She received Vicodin, a three-week supply.

   She took her first dose immediately upon picking it up from the pharmacy
on the way home.  They had a fifteen-minute drive to home and by the time
they got out of the car, she was able to alternate weight on her legs and
made it inside the house on without assistance for the first time.

   She felt an incredible sense of euphoria, savoring the relief and
relaxation in her body.  She instantly gained control back over her life,
immediately thinking about going to bed early that night.  After two weeks
of severe pain and insomnia, she couldn't wait to get into bed to sleep. 
The next morning she woke up so relieved after her first full night's sleep
in weeks that she was moved to tears.

   The pain-free, blissful three weeks went by quickly.  When the
three-week supply ran out (a few days early, which she hoped the doctor
didn't notice), she received an additional week's supply.  She also
received a lecture on the very real danger of opioid addiction, and an
emphatic warning that it was her last prescription.  Her casts were about
to come off, and she was ecstatic to be able to drive and walk around on
her own.  The pain had been under control and she felt supremely confident
about getting her life back in order.

   The next week she was out of the casts and off the Vicodin, and it was a
mixed bag.  She wasn't sleeping as well, and even maxing out ibuprofen and
avoiding caffeine she could only sleep a fitful 4 hours.  She'd wake up in
pain, palm more ibuprofen, and then get another hour or two of fitful
sleep, if she was lucky.  It was a grind, but she could feel some
improvement in her legs and was able to force herself, literally, to limp
through a month.

   Then the physical therapy started and Tori felt the wheels starting to
come off again.

   A colleague at her office, a cross-fit enthusiast since its infancy,
swore by a physical therapy practice near the office.  Apparently,
cross-fitters get injured a lot.  Tori accepted the referral gladly and
went to her first session the same week.

   There were a group of three therapists and two assistants.  The practice
owner, Sean, met her on the first day.  He was very well put together, an
obvious athlete.  He reminded Tori of Paul's younger brother James, who
played soccer in college and semi-professionally in lower leagues for a few
years.

   Her first few sessions were very, very painful.  Even though Tori tried
her best to hide it, Sean could sense her pain was truly intense.  By the
third week, her recovery was faltering and she was again starting to have
difficulty sleeping from the recurring pain.  Sean refused to treat her
after learning about all of the issues she reluctantly revealed, and
advised her to go back to a doctor for a follow-up evaluation. 
Reluctantly, she did as he asked.

   The doc said she was to resume rest-ice-compression-elevation or be on
the fast-track to surgery.  Tori said she would follow the advice but
begged for help with her insomnia.  The doc prescribed over-the-counter
melatonin.  It didn't work.

   Tori was becoming desperate.  Out of ideas, she stopped by the physical
therapy office hoping to ask if they had any advice on sleep aids or pain
relief.  She told Sean she couldn't sleep even with maxed-out ibuprofen and
melatonin.  She had tried the PM versions of various painkillers as well,
even Nyquil.  Nothing was working she confessed, as she held back tears. 
She told him her doctor said she couldn't have more Vicodin, but that was
the only thing that had worked to help her sleep.

   Sean was a good listener and very sympathetic.  She felt unsure about
approaching the clinic before then, but his reassurance eased her anxiety.

   Tori had always joked with Paul that if he ever kicked the bucket, she
was going after his handsome, perennial-bachelor brother, James. 
Consequently, she felt self-conscious and a little awkward around his
doppleganger Sean, catching herself staring at frequently.  He had a bit of
a David Beckham appearance with a laid-back demeanor that fascinated her.
It felt like a school-girl crush at first, but it was becoming something
more all of the sudden.

   He offered her Endodan, as he said, "We've had many patients who have
used it successfully to help with short-term pain management."

   Tori accepted the pills, thinking that she'd give them a try, but really
all she could think about was how careful she needed to be around Sean. 
She had to keep her guard up because he was becoming a bit of an obsession
for her now.

   *****

   Pushing aside the distracting thoughts about Sean, Tori was relieved and
optimistic again.  She took the Endodan for a blessed, pain-free week.

   By the end of the week, her pain subsided enough she felt she was able
to resume the physical therapy.  She was anxious about returning to the
practice and seeing Sean, but she rationalized that she could focus on her
recovery.

   After the return appointment, she anxiously asked about another week's
supply of the Endodan, but Sean said he was all out.  She should come by
the office the following day, a Saturday, after he received his supply
around lunch.

   "Aren't you closed weekends?" Tori asked.

   "I do maintenance and paper work on Saturdays," he replied with a big
smile that reassured her.  "I'll be done with most of the work by
lunchtime. Stop by anytime after that."

   Tori asked Paul to chauffeur the girls on Saturday and he was more than
happy to do so.  Tori was feeling guilt and self-conscious about spending
part of a weekend away from her family, but she desperately needed another
week like the last.

   She had slept only half the previous night without the Endodan, and knew
the week would be unbearable without relief.  Subconsciously, she was
excited to see Sean again.  She woke up frisky that morning, which Paul
noticed and appreciated, but reluctantly rebuffed as he had to get out the
door for an early with the girls.

   Tori arrived at the physical therapy office just after lunchtime and
hoped she wouldn't seem too eager.  There was a note taped to the door
telling her to come on in.  She assumed Sean would be in his office, so she
walked through in that direction.  As she passed one of the treatment
rooms, she noticed a light on in the back of the room.  She walked toward
the light and heard the sound of water running.  She assumed that Sean was
cleaning up from his lunch as she walked back to greet him.

   Tori turned the corner and stopped still.  In a mirror she saw Sean
stepping out of a shower.  Her face and upper chest flushed at the sight of
this objectively wondrous specimen of man, dripping wet, stark naked.  His
reflection faced away from her and Tori took in the sight of his hard,
muscular body.  She gawked at his tight ass, thin waist, and well-defined
back that formed a magnificent triangle of muscle in her view.  Tori bit
down on her lip as she strained to take a full breath.

   She knew that she should hurriedly leave, yet she was frozen to the
spot. She couldn't resist the temptation of staring at this gorgeous, naked
man, who was casually drying his hair with a towel.  She thought he
definitely had the appearance of toned athlete with a muscular butt and
powerful legs.  As he rotated toward her, still with the towel to his head,
she had to stifle an involuntary moan.  She stared on mesmerized by his
large cock hanging downward in a relaxed arc.  It was as large now as Paul
was erect, but much thicker.  She immediately thought of the check-out
guy's pics and thought they might be comparable.

   "Oh.  My.  God," she silently mouthed, continuing to stare.  She felt
blood coursing through her body, becoming slightly light headed.

   She realized that Sean might become aware of her presence and the
thought jolted her into action.  Tori quietly slipped out of the room and
silently went back outside to her car.

   Flushed and disoriented, Tori drove a few blocks to a gas station.  She
parked, shut off the car, and tried to calm down with slow deep breaths. 
She couldn't believe how exhilarating and nervous she felt.  Adrenaline and
endorphins pulsed through her.  She closed her eyes, leaned her head back
against the seat and just let her mind wander.  The voyeuristic image of
Sean's incredible physique as he turned towards her was playing through her
mind in slow motion.  It was all she could do not to touch herself in that
moment, but the noise coming from the traffic and gas station were enough
to bring her back to the present.

   She sat there for several more minutes practically in shock.  As the
adrenaline started to wear off, the pain in her legs began to resurface. 
She had to get the meds or she would be a wreck by dinner.  She took a
series of deep breaths, then formed a plan to call Sean's office,
pretending to be en-route.  Sean picked up and sounded courteous and
encouraging, confirming that the pills had arrived.

   Walking back into the office was easier than Tori expected, she simply
focused on the pain of each step in her legs and the relief she needed. 
She noticed first that Sean was fully clothed in a modest track suit,
though she did allow herself a very brief moment to undress him in her
mind. "Damn he is gorgeous," she allowed herself a quick thought, and then
switched right back to thinking about the pills.

   Sean handed her a small bag of pills and just by the weight, Tori knew
it was less than a week's worth.

   "I'm sorry it's a little short," he said as he sensed her
disappointment. "This week's supply was less than we expected, so I'm
rationing them for now.  However, from what I've seen, you're tough, Tori.
I think this will be all you need to push on through for your recovery. 
Let's talk again later this week after a few full training sessions and see
how you feel."

   Tori tried to hide her disappointment, quickly thanked Sean, then made
an exit before her emotions -- a weird mix of annoyance, paranoia,
nervousness, and (she had to admit) lust -- tripped her up.

   *****

   The afternoon was a happy blur.  On a literal high from the Endodan,
Tori worked up her determination.  She resolved to throw herself into her
family's activities, mostly to distract herself from the recent events. 
Tori felt no pain, was very happy, and in total control of her world again.
She rationalized that being with her family was all the painkiller that she
needed, but the truth was that it had a lot do with the Endodan.

   Tori slept very well that night.  She had an incredibly vivid dream.  In
the dream, she was back at the physical therapy office and Sean was again
stepping out of the shower.

   *****

   Sean turned towards her and casually smiled as though he had been
expecting her.  Tori tried to pull her eyes away, apologizing for
intruding, but not without stealing another glance at Sean's body and his
cock, specifically.

   Her breathing was ragged and blood flooded her face and upper chest. 
She was cursing herself for having worn a v-cut sundress, as there was no
hiding her arousal.  She could feel that her nipples were hardening, poking
through.

   Sean stepped out of the shower room and tied the towel low around his
waist just above his pubic hair.  It was a thin white towel, pulled tight;
the very large bulge was obvious and practically obscene, Tori thought. 
She couldn't hide her wide-eyed arousal and nervousness.

   "I was a total mess after maintenance this morning," Sean calmly
apologized for his state of undress.  "Sorry I didn't finish up sooner, but
I got a late start this morning."

   Tori tried to respond but just mouthed a few words and mumbled something
that nearly sounded like a moan of desire.

   Sean glanced down at Tori's chest furtively, then looked back up into
her eyes with a knowing smirk.

   "Do you need to get your clothes?" Tori asked as Sean began to walk out
into the room toward her.

   "I'm heading there now, my clothes are right behind you," he said.

   She couldn't move.  He was moving straight toward her, getting close
enough she could smell his sandalwood-scented body wash.  She inhaled
audibly, realizing that he would know she was admiring his smell.

   He nodded towards his boxers on the table next to her and asked, "could
you give me a hand?"

   She turned toward the boxers, picked them up and as she turned back her
eyes dropped again to his body and noticed the bulge under the towel was
growing.

   He looked down at himself, smiled, and then abruptly dropped his towel.

   Sean's body was softly illuminated by the bathroom light; Tori was
unable to form words or look away from his impressive, expanding size.

   All she could think to do was hold the boxers out with her right hand.
Instead, he reached for her left hand, saying, "maybe you can help me with
this one instead."

   He guided her left hand onto his enormous, growing cock.  As she touched
it, she felt it throb in her palm, her hand barely able to wrap around the
thick, hot shaft.  She struggled to breathe and was starting to slightly
quiver.  Blood rushed all through her, as she felt a small wave of
pleasure. She was becoming highly aroused, moisture flooding her.

   Sean placed a hand on her shoulder and gently applied downward pressure.
She noticed her hand begin to stroke him, almost on its own.  She became
preoccupied with this involuntary motion before she realized that she was
not hesitating to kneel.

   Her face was now inches from this tremendous cock, throbbing in her hand
as she compulsively stroked him.

   "Suck me, Tori.  I need your mouth on me," Sean breathed.

   He moaned in pleasure as Tori put her lips over him, and then swirled
her tongue around the head, tasting him and salivating with desire.

   In the moment, Tori had barely a thought in her mind.  All she could
think about was how he would feel inside her.  "I am going to feel this
huge cock inside me," she thought.

   She very much enjoyed the taste and feel of him in her mouth.  His
warmth and size and smell combined with the appreciative moans he made with
her rhythmic sucking, were making her incredibly satisfied and aroused.

   Tori alternated sensuous movements of her mouth and tongue around the
head while staring up into his grey eyes; then she tried swallowing as much
of him as she could into her throat.  She could only get about half of his
length in, but she was undeterred and tried again.  After several attempts
she could feel his length well into her throat.  "Mmmh," he moaned in
appreciation.  Her infatuation with this man grew with his vocal
expressions of pleasure.  She kept this up for what felt like minutes as
Sean gradually built towards a climax.

   A sound invaded the space, as Tori desperately tried to block it out and
coax him to cum.

   "Is that your phone?" he asked, and Tori pulled back gasping for breath.

   -------------------------------------------

   Tori awoke to her phone's alarm.  She lay in shock, overwhelmed with
lust from the dream.  It was so vivid and real that she could sense the
smells and tastes.  She was so aroused that if she didn't get relief
immediately, she felt she couldn't begin her day.

   Paul appeared to still be asleep.  Tori slid down under the covers,
driven by lust, and found the fly of his boxers.  She quickly found him
with her hand, and gently began to stroke.  Paul sometimes would awaken
startled, so she was pleased he didn't react reflexively to her touch.

   Tori then found him with her mouth and heard him moan lightly as she
began to lick and kiss along the shaft and head.  He was responding and
quickly becoming erect.  She couldn't help but compare the images in her
mind of Sean's and check-out guy's cocks with her husband in the moment, a
very noticeable difference.  Paul was definitely not as thick as a Red Bull
can, and just about the same length as the six-inch can.  She cataloged the
thought but still continued with enthusiasm, fantasizing about the dream
she had just experienced, imagining in her mind (despite the size
difference) that this was Sean.  She teased Paul until he was fully hard
and then tried to take him down her throat.

   With Paul's roughly average size, Tori was able to swallow his entire
length into her throat.  She had never tried before, and when she felt her
nose tickled by his hair she heard confirmation that Paul was awake, as he
exclaimed, "Holy Shit, Tori!"

   This spurred her on.  Tori was thrilled at her newfound skill, as she
started to explore how long she could hold Paul into her throat.  She
shocked herself at only slightly choking after a prolonged effort, backing
off to rest, swirling her tongue around the head.  She was excessively
salivating, and her hand had become slick as she enthusiastically stroked
him in a rotating motion (another new move to her own surprise).

   Paul was beginning to groan loudly with pleasure as Tori alternated her
attention from the head to various depths and intensities of pressure along
his shaft.  As she felt the signs that he was moving toward climax, without
thought, Tori pushed her head forward, taking him in as deep as she could.
Her nose was pressed firmly into his pubic bone as she began to tongue his
ball sack.  Neither of them could believe it, as Paul howled in pleasure at
his wife's new kinky inclinations.

   It wasn't long before Paul announced his imminent climax, "Oh my God,
Tori!  I'm COMING!"

   She swallowed it all into her throat.  She had to pull her tongue back
into her mouth and some cum nearly shot up her nose, but she kept him fully
down her throat.  As she gulped down the final burst, it was one of the
most erotic feelings she had ever experienced.

   As Paul lay satiated with a wide-eyed grin, Tori rolled over onto her
back, gasping and feeling intense arousal.

   She then started to brazenly massage her clitoris and folds.  She had
never masturbated in front of Paul.  but she was too aroused to be shy in
the moment.  She kicked off the covers and Paul stared on dumbfounded with
awe and pleasure.

   She didn't care much in the moment how Paul would respond or if he might
even join in.  Tori was not in control of her lust.  She closed her eyes
and imagined Sean's head between her legs, alternating licking the length
of her folds and clit.  She felt Paul's hand on her breast, imagined it was
Sean's and began to moan.

   As her arousal built, she felt the orgasm was not long off.  She pulled
her knees up towards her chest and adjusted just enough to use both hands.
Her left hand continued to massage her clit and folds, and with her right
arm underneath, she began stroking deeply into herself with one, then two
fingers.  With the proper angle she could plunge her fingers in pressing
firmly against the upper wall, which was engorged with arousal.

   It didn't take long to orgasm once Paul started to lick and pinch her
nipples, which she again imagined was Sean.  With a deep, guttural moan,
she shuddered out one of the strongest and longest climaxes she had ever
experienced.

   After a few minutes of blissful silence, Paul finally remarked, "Damn
Tori!  That was incredible!  Whatever book you've been reading, I hope
there's a sequel!" he said and they both laughed.

   "Just consider that a small reward for everything you do for me," she
replied.

   "I look forward to seeing what the medium and large awards will be," he
replied.

   Tori thought, "me too."