The workout Chapter 3

The workout
Chapter 3

While parking at the restaurant, Becky and Tim looked at each other, wondering what lay ahead. Becky shrugged and said, "It is what it is. We best find out." They walked in and spotted Bill at a corner table in the back.

As they approached the table, Bill stood. He put his hand on Becky's hip and kissed her. Then he turned to Tim, put out his hand, and said, "Good to see you again, Tim."

Tim shook Bill's hand and said, "Same here, Bill. I hope we didn't keep you waiting too long."

"Not at all. I know you had a longer drive than I did. We're good."

They all sat as the waitress came over for their drink orders. Becky asked for a Bloody Mary, and Tim splurged on a Boddingtons, rationalizing that just one with a meal wouldn't jeopardize his diet or driving.

"So, how did things go?" Bill directed the question to either or both.

Tim looked at Becky and cocked one eyebrow. She nodded and answered Bill with, "Very well, thank you. I assume you don't want details, but yes, we had sex. How do you feel about that?"

"Was it good? Did you enjoy it? Did you have an orgasm?" Bill replied.

"Yes, yes, and yes. So how do you feel about that?" Becky repeated.

"Fantastic! I couldn't be happier for you, Becks, and I couldn't be more grateful to you, Tim! As soon as you walked in, I saw a glow on Becky's face I hadn't seen in more than five years. It thrills my heart to know that the woman I love has gotten something she's needed and missed for so long."

"Bill, you are an inspiration. I don't know any other man who would be so supportive of what Becky has done. I'm gobsmacked," Tim told him.

"Thank you, Tim. And did you enjoy things as well," Bill asked.

"As I told you the first time we talked, your wife is a beautiful, sexy woman. I now know she is also sensual and enthusiastic. I don't recall the last time I was so fortunate to have such a delightful partner. I hope that isn't crossing a line," Tim replied.

'Not in the least. Let's clear the air. I love knowing that you are fulfilling Becky's sexual needs.

I'll probably ask her for some details when we get home - I wouldn't embarrass you by discussing those in front of you, Tim. But I sincerely hope the two of you plan to continue, and

I'll do whatever I need to support that," Bill declared.

"Yes, honey, with your approval, we do want to continue. If you will, we need to figure out scheduling," Becky answered.

"Well, I don't know how this fits into your schedule, Tim, but I get therapy every Tuesday,

Thursday and Saturday morning. And we can talk about other times if needed," Bill said.

"Tuesday, I usually go to Planet Fitness for cardio, then grocery shop at Ingle's. I could move those to the afternoon. Thursday is open, and most Saturdays are open as well. My British car club often has a ride one Saturday each month, but the other three are typically free," Tim explained.

"Great!" Bill said. "So you two can get together at least three times a week. And from here on out, you needn't rush to make sure Becks gets home when I finish therapy. Tim, have you ever had deep tissue massage?"

"Yes, I had an issue with my left arm years ago. DTM hurts!" Tim said.

"Yup, like a bitch. Today, I imagined what you two were doing and smiled during the massage.

My physiologist thought I was nuts!" Bill laughed. "The point is that Becky's pleasure and happiness have always been the most important things to me. Since I can't give her the physical pleasure she needs, I'm thrilled to be able to facilitate it. I did have one request, though, Tim."

"Anything," Tim said.

"I'd like it if you get your member tattooed 'Bill.' That way, it would be like I'm doing her," he grinned.

Initially shocked, Tim quickly realized Bill was kidding. "Sorry, Bill. I'm phobic about needles.

There's no way I'll have a tattoo anywhere, certainly not there!"

They all laughed and dug in after the pizza was delivered. Once lunch was finished, and Bill insisted on paying the check, they left and walked out to their cars. Becky hugged Tim tightly and kissed his cheek. Tim returned the hug and the kiss and said, "See you Saturday?"

"Count on it," Becky said, smiling. Tim and Bill shook hands and bid farewells then got into their cars and drove off.

Over the next few months, they settled into a routine and a friendship. Most weeks, Becky visited Tim's cabin every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. He'd even given her a key in case she chose to turn up early, which she sometimes did. He loved it when he woke to find her naked body next to his. They both hated the inability to spend the entire night together, but doing so would insult Bill, and neither would consider it. Becky would not so offend her husband, and Tim would not insult the man who had become his friend and sometime mentor.

They did arrange to bend the rules slightly. Becky joined Tim on several car club rides and attended a few luncheon meetings. She was introduced as a friend, and since she wore a wedding ring and he had none, no questions were asked. The club members were all in their late 60s or older, conservative, and had no problem accepting that adults of different genders could be just friends. Little did they know.

Becky facilitated that opinion. She quickly found that she had a strong interest in classic cars and peppered the members with questions about their particular models. It didn't take her long to begin to choose favorites. He was thrilled that she, too, admired the Austin Healey's most, even though he never expected to be able to afford one.

On the ride back from a club ride, Becky broached a sensitive subject. "Tim, you enjoy Savannah, don't you?"

"Yes, it's one of my three favorite cities to visit. Why?"

"How long has it been since you've gone there?" she asked.

"Jeeze, at least three or four years. I know my favorite bar is closed now, and it was open last time I was there," he answered.

"What made it your favorite?"

"They had over one hundred different single malt scotch brands. They have a second location down in Richmond Hill, but I've never been, and I know it's in a strip mall, so the ambiance must be much different," he told her.

"So why haven't you gone back in all those years," she asked.

"Not as much fun alone, and I have Tess to deal with," he explained.

"What if we could solve both those issues," she asked.

"How?"

"I've talked to Bill. I told him we would like to spend the entire night together. He said, if you're going to do it, do it right. Not just one night but two or three. He suggested we should think about going away for a weekend," she explained.

"Wow! That seems like quite a shift in perspective, considering we can't even kiss on the lips!"

"Tim, you need to understand. Bill's health keeps declining. The doctors now say he likely won't have more than six months and probably less. I think he's trying to set us up. He doesn't want me to be alone after he goes," she confessed.

"I suspect you're right. How do you feel about that," he asked.

"Tim, you know I adore you. If we were to end up together once I'm a widow, I'm sure I'd be pleased about that. And I love Bill for worrying about me. But I will need time to grieve once he passes, not just jump from his bed to yours."

" I wouldn't have it any other way. Just know I'll be here for both of you. Whatever you each need, you only have to ask."

"Thank you. I am going to ask something. It is important to Bill that you and I go away for a long weekend. I want to take you to Savannah. I want us to make love as much as possible, fall asleep, and wake up together. But we have to be clear - that doesn't guarantee we will end up together after Bill passes. Que será será."

"Whatever will be, will be. I agree. Okay, I'm in if you're certain this is what you want to do. But what did you mean when you said you wanted to take me to Savannah?"

"I meant it's on Bill and I. We'll pay for everything."

"Nope, that won't work. Let's split it. One covers the hotel, the other handles meals and stuff,"

Tim proposed.

"Okay, I'll get the hotel; you can cover the incidentals," Becky agreed.

Two weeks later, Tim changed out of his workout clothes, took a shower at Planet Fitness, and then dressed and picked up Becky at her house in town. Bill had relaxed the rules so they could kiss on the lips but asked them to refrain from frenching. Naturally, they complied.

The five-hour drive was filled with discussions of what they wanted to do. They stayed Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights and drove back on Monday. He'd rescheduled his trainer workout from Monday to Thursday, so that was clear.

Becky had refused to tell him what hotel they were staying at until they got to Savannah. He was surprised when she directed him to the Olde Harbour Inn between Factors Walk and River Street. He'd stayed there years ago, but now the rooms cost about $260 plus tax per night. Still, they were charming and upscale.

"I knew you'd pick something cheaper, and I wanted us to have a deluxe experience since this is the first time we're spending the night together," she explained.

"I love it, hon. Thank you. And Bill."

Their riverfront room on the third floor was high enough to block out all the loudest noises from the street, including a luxurious bathroom and small kitchenette. The king-size bed promised exciting possibilities, and the tote she called her 'sex bag' hinted at potentially new to them interactions.

"I love this place, and this room is fantastic!" he told her. "Thank you again!" he said as he kissed her.

"Tim, have you ever gone to a nude beach or resort?" Becky said.

"Nope. I've thought about it but never pulled the trigger. Afraid I might get over-stimulated and give myself away in an embarrassing manner."

Becky laughed, saying, "I think every man must have that fear, but I hear it rarely happens."

"So why did you bring that up? Pretty sure there aren't any nude beaches around here," he said.

"No, but there is a swinger's club I've heard about. A couple we're friends with goes every time they come to Savannah. Would you consider checking it out?" she said.

"You want to swing with strangers?" he asked incredulously.

"Nope, no one has to do anything they don't want to, although everyone who enters has to strip naked. I want to see what it feels like to be a voyeur and exhibitionist if you're up for it."

"I'll do anything to make you happy, Becky," he said sincerely.

"You already make me very happy. This will be the icing on the cake of this fabulous weekend," she told him.

"Okay, when do you want to go?"

"Tonight. If we enjoy it, we can always go back another night."

"We better warm up before dinner," he told her as he unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled his t-shirt over his head, and soon, they were both naked. They pulled back the covers from the bed and fell onto it together.

As he often did, Tim pushed her onto her back, spread her legs, and crawled between them.

He inhaled her aroma, delighting in a scent he now knew very well. A few times in college, she was taught to love being eaten, but Bill had never wanted to do it. Tim loved doing it and was extremely good at it.

Tim took his time and used his tongue to explore every centimeter of her, from rosebud to clit.

He licked slowly and thrust in rapidly. The tip of his tongue probed the crease between the inner and outer labia on both sides. He took her clit between his lips and teased it with his tongue. He slid three fingers inside her opening and searched out her G-spot. He caressed it, changing from straight line stroking to circular motions.

"Enough!" Becky cried out. "I need your cock inside me NOW!"



To be continued