Betrayal and Redemption

This is a work of fiction and does not relate to actual events. While some authentic geographical points may appear, any person, building, event, company or descriptions thereof are completely fictitious. Issues such as proper birth control and STD prevention are incorporated without specific mention. No one under 18 engages in sex.

In Part 1, Joe and Casey divorced. He takes a lateral move to Denver and establishes a new life. Casey departs to points unknown to Joe and his family.

Chapter 2: Thursday, March 13, 2013

Joe shivered as he reached the glass door and pulled it open. A blast of hot air greeting him inside the Westside Athletic Club. He joined the waiting line.

Soft grunts and clanging weights, sounds typical of a gym echoed in the air. The harsh overhead lights reflected in the dark windows. The faint odor of sweat reached his nostrils.

Next to the main desk, five people used two rows of compact circuit machines. A pull-down/shoulder press, a chest press, squats, a machine for biceps and triceps, and an abductor/adductor machine were in use. He heard the whoosh of the air circulation system. Condensation showed on the few windows on the outside wall. Mats covered the floor.

Grunts came from the man working the leg-lift machine. A woman about his age, blonde, well-formed and fit, finished the triceps machine. She stood and glanced at him. He smiled. She stared right through him. With a concentration on her face, she turned to the next machine.

Deep inside the club, another group of circuit machines was being used by six people. Larger and designed differently, they stressed muscles in other ways. Four other people, including one woman, worked on those machines. They were too far away to notice him.

At the back, he saw the free weight area where three men of various physiques lifted weights. He spotted one woman performing pullups on the adjustable cable crossover machine. The slope of her ass as she bent over prompted a reaction in his cock. He had been celibate too long.

He took his coat off and draped it over his arm. Extreme temperature differences between the outside and inside continued to perplex him.

In contrast to Denver's morning temperature of 21, Portland's was 43. Temperatures in Portland seldom fell below freezing. The region saw snow maybe once or twice a year in the lower elevations. Here in Denver, March was one of the snowiest months of the year.

He noticed an Olympic-sized swimming pool through the windows on the south side of the gym. A standard door existed between the two rooms. The overall hum of water splashing and muffled voices drifted in the background.

He couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like six people were swimming laps. Most of them looked much older than his 31 years. The sound of a free weight being dropped rang through the gym. He looked toward the free weight area to notice a man with a red face talking to a man in a light blue WAC polo shirt.

He nodded, content with this location. As a physical fitness devotee since junior high school, he knew the mix of people changed on any night. The age and gender revealed widespread use.

The first gym he used when he moved to Denver catered to people his age and younger. In a way, that made him uncomfortable. The third time he got hit on by another guy, he quit.

He wasn't here looking for a one-night hookup. But he wouldn't turn one down either. Gyms had replaced grocery stores for quick hookups.

Despite his wedding ring before the divorce, he often got hit on by older women in the gym. After going without for over a year, the dry spell needed to end.

The person at the counter left, and Joe stepped forward. The smile of the woman sent a feeling of warmth through his system. She was in her mid-50s with platinum hair put up in a loose ponytail. She moved with athletic grace. The light-blue polo shirt with the WAC emblem showed off her ample curves. He noticed she wore no wedding ring on her left hand.

"I recently moved into this area. I'd like to enroll. Can you help me do that? My name is Joseph Ferguson."

"Certainly. I have a few free minutes. Would you like a tour first? My name is Carol."

"No. That is fine. I live within walking distance. This gym looks fine."

"That's great. Why don't you join me in the office to your left? I have a few questions to ask." A college-age man with a braided ponytail took over and engaged with the next person in line. Carol walked through an open office door into the management area.

She remained standing until he was inside; her left hand perched on her hip to draw attention to her tight ass. She wore black shorts that emphasized her curves. The first thing she noticed was that Joe didn't have a wedding ring on.

He was her dream man with a six-foot two frame, a wide muscled chest, bulging biceps and six-pack abs. He kept his dark hair cut short, almost military style. The energetic spark in his intense blue eyes caused her face to flush and her nipples pulse against her bra.

After she asked the required questions and put his answers into her computer, he paid the fees and signed the forms. She put all the paperwork neatly away in various trays. Once completed, she leaned back in the office chair, putting her arms in a way to emphasize her tits.

She wore a pleasant smile. Her eyes conveyed a shy openness that he often saw in women who wanted to fuck him. After the way his marriage ended, Joe sought women who had no strings attached.

Before she spoke, she sipped from the water bottle she carried from the counter. "I've lived in this area my entire life. My husband died in a vehicle accident six years ago. I work here more as a hobby than anything else. I'm always interested in why people move to this area. What sort of work do you do?"

"Network systems. I moved here from Portland to take a position with INS, International Network Services. After several months, we parted ways."

He paused and smiled in a self-assured way. "I recently took a position with Caples Computer Systems, which I like much better. The job at INS was stressful. I didn't work out while I wasn't working. I need to start again."

"Yes, I know Hank and Marie Caples. She and I went to high school together. Good people.

"Ready for the tour? We have much more than the workout area."

"Sure. I have nothing else to do. Lead on."

His cock twitched as he watched her ass sway slightly ahead of him. She positioned herself to draw his eyes. She briefly explained each set of machines. Some he'd never seen before.

When he passed the blonde-haired woman working on another machine, she gave him an encouraging look. He noticed a ring on her left ring finger. Off limits.

"As you can see through the windows, we have an Olympic swimming pool. You've paid an extra fee to use the pool. We have many classes. Times and subjects are online. At one end of the pool is our sauna area. We need a doctor's certificate before we allow people to use it. I'm sure you can understand why."

They went inside the pool area, where she pointed out the sauna. They traced their steps back to the main area.

"To get to the next part, we'll need to go through the dressing rooms." She paused and turned to face him, giving him a friendly, enticing smile.

"Over the years, WAC has expanded, and we presently use all the space in this building. The other three spaces all have outside access and are used for specialty classes and users. I'll meet you on the other side."

Over the next few minutes, she showed him the large exercise area for Zomba and Dance Exercises classes, a separate area with a circuit of machines designed for women and a large Yoga area, which was the only occupied room. After she officially ended the tour, he paused before they walked through the locker and shower areas to the main desk.

"I appreciate the time you've spent. Since I'm so new to Denver, I'm wondering if I can buy you a drink some evening and you can tell me more."

"Why," she drawled in a faint Southern accent as her blue eyes sparkled, and one corner of her mouth turned up. "I'd love it. This is a Thursday evening. I have nothing planned for tomorrow night."

"That sounds good to me. Give me the time and place and I'll meet you there."

Carol worked until ten. When she arrived home, she showered and got into bed naked. She lightly used her fingers to trace down her chest, circling each tit and imagining it was Joe's fingers instead of hers. She rolled the nipples between her fingers and thumbs, giving them a sharp pinch. The ping went directly to her core.

She moaned as the throbbing began between her legs. She envisioned him standing next to the bed. His eyes drilling into her. His attention was rapt while he lightly fondled his cock. She stroked the outside of her tits before she kneaded them, sending another surge that made her pussy ache more.

She pulled her legs together and arched her back slightly, tracing the curve of her belly to her bare pussy lips and feeling how wet she already was. One hand went back to her breast and pinched a nipple, harder and harder until she gasped. The sensation resonated in her pussy.

She could smell herself now. Her legs opened wide. Her index finger slid between her lips and tantalized her clit. She moved further and found her opening. Her other hand joined the first as she teased her clit and spread her labia wide to let Joe have a good look.

She began breathing unevenly as she sped up the motion of a finger on her clit. She added two more fingers to pump in and out of her channel, each stroke. She moaned when they slid back and forth across her G-spot.

"Yes, yes, Joe. That's the way I want it."

Her finger and her thumb closed over her clit. Shock waves reverberated through her system. She rubbed her clit, back and forth and around and around, sensing she was coming close to the end.

Her moans grew louder as the pleasure moved through her system like the waves of an ocean. She switched out the finger for her thumb. Pushed directly onto her clit. Her other hand drove in and out of her pussy.

"Close. So close." A few more strokes. Another hard push. "Yes," she screamed. She came and collapsed back onto the bed.

***

In the hour before they planned to meet at eight, she went through her closet multiple times. She finally selected a pair of dark blue dress slacks, a cream, plain blouse and a dark blazer. After a few seconds, she added a red scarf.

Some of her friends her age dressed like hookers. She wanted an enticing look befitting her age and economic status. She never flaunted her wealth, but her husband's estate left her a billionaire.

She put on her emerald dangling earrings before she swapped them out for a pair of diamond studs. "I don't want them to get caught in the clothing," she said out loud.

She didn't want to look like a whore and fling herself at him. But she had her mind made up. She wanted him in her bed. She made sure the blouse stayed unbuttoned far enough to show ample cleavage.

While she held high hopes, she prepared for rejection, too. His application said he was nearly 31. She was 55, but she worked hard at keeping in shape. Some men of his age turned her down because of the age gap. Fie on them.

Her boobs sagged much more than they did at his age and stretch marks from three children still crisscrossed her belly, but it was taunt with no flab. She put on light makeup and a bracelet. She considered adding an ankle bracelet, but decided that since it would stay hidden, it wasn't worth it. Different decisions with her panties. She was already wet enough; she didn't want to ruin this pair of slacks.

Joe was standing in the foyer looking for her when she arrived. The lounge she picked included valet service. When her rideshare car drove up, he opened the door for her. He continued holding her hand, turning it over to kiss the back of it. She blushed and her pussy clenched.

He opened the door for her. "I'm glad you wore a blazer," he said as he helped her take off her overcoat. "This will look wonderful on you."

He picked up a box from a nearby small table and pulled out a red rose. "This is probably overkill, but you look so stunning. I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to make you look even better."

Her pussy clenched in need. She was sure they would make love before the evening ended. She picked this lounge specifically because it was close to her house.

The Top Hat Lounge included lush décor with subtle reds and creams. Thick burgundy drapes covered the few windows. Other than the few tables in the middle, the lounge was filled with deep booths to provide maximum privacy. One reviewer called the Top Hat "Middle Class Chic."

The hostess expected them and showed them to a booth in the back. A server appeared almost immediately

"What would you like this evening?" the server asked the couple who sat side by side.

"My treat," Joe interjected.

"I'll take a cosmopolitan," she told the server.

"Add some sort of non-caffeinated soft drink."

"As you wish," the male server said before he walked away. Seeing her puzzled face, he explained. "My father was an alcoholic who died in a drunken fall when I was 12. I'm afraid I have the same tendencies, so I don't drink at all."

They chatted about the weather and his work at Caples. As they talked, she noticed his eyes tracing the slope of her shoulders where they met her neck and the swell of her breasts. Not pervy. Simple, honest evaluation.

Even with a sports coat on, she could see his muscles ripple as he moved. She made sure their legs brushed a few times, easy and separated by time so as not to appear intentional.

She explained that her husband, Glenn, had worked in the oil industry. After they ordered their second drinks, she politely asked, "How is someone your age, as good looking and as buff as you are, not married?"

He frowned, and a look of sadness crossed his face. "It is a complicated story that is still so fresh and bitter I don't like to talk about it. It involved cheating on her part, the type of cheating that destroyed me. I'm still recovering. I took the first comparable job INS offered and landed in Denver.

She put her hand over his enormous paw and squeezed it. "Glenn never cheated on me. He and I knew each other well enough that I would have known. That is why his death hurt me so badly."

"I thought I had that type of relationship with my ex. We hit a rough spot and didn't survive."

He turned his hand over and squeezed hers slightly. "Perhaps this is too forward of me. I'd like to spend the night with you."

She blushed slightly before changing to an excited smile, pleased at his response. "I've been hoping you would," she said. "I was afraid I was too old for you. Men of your age often overlook me because of my age."

His calm smile reassured her. "I'm at a stage in my life where I prefer a more mature woman. I seek someone who knows what she wants and isn't hung up on romance. You strike me as that sort of woman. Just so you know, I had a physical exam within the past three months and I'm clean. I haven't been with another woman since that time."

"Thank you," she said as she turned her eyes down to prevent her need from showing too obviously. "You and I speak the same language. I'm clean too.

"Did you drive? If so, you can drive us to my house. It's less than a mile away and there is indoor parking."

"I drove. It's close to five miles from my new apartment." He handed her his phone after he entered the screen code and opened a program. "Put in your info. It is synced to the GPS in my SUV. You already have mine."

As Joe helped her put her coat on, he leaned over and kissed her neck lightly. He pulled her hand back to place on his cock. "I'm anticipating a good night."

She giggled nervously. "So am I." She sucked in her breath. "Gad. You are large. I'm going to enjoy tonight."

A short time later, he pulled into her garage. She used her remote control to close the door while he moved to open her door and help her out.

He turned her against a cupboard, reached under her coat, and pulled her closer to him. His mouth descended onto hers. His tongue pressed against the seam of her lips. She resisted at first, but he persisted.

He could feel the softness of her lips moving against his. Her body pressed against him. His cock swelled in his pants.

She didn't want to appear too easy. Men liked women who challenged them slightly. Their tongues danced together for several seconds before he pulled away, leaving her breathless.

"My goodness. I haven't had a kiss like that in a long time. Let's move inside."

She took his hand and pulled him along after her. Once inside the house, he helped her remove her coat and hung it up for her. He took his coat and his sports jacket off and put them on other hangers.

"I need you now," he rasped. "I can't wait. It's been a long time. Off with the slacks."

Seconds later, the slacks hit the floor, and she stepped out of them. He renewed his kiss. Only this time, one of his hands cupped her sex, and the heel pushed on her clit.

"Mmm, ohhh," she murmured. "Right to the point."

"Fuck, you are wet."

"Yes. I need you too. Right now."

His fingers slipped inside her panties and found her drenched pussy, exploring her folds until he found her opening. After circling it with a finger, he moved to her clit and circled it a few times.

Returning to her channel, he moved a finger inside and found her sensitive spot. She gasped as he stroked.

"More," she whispered. "Fill me with your fingers."

He added a second and then a third. "Oh, fuck," she gasped. "That feels so good."

His fingers began the familiar seesaw motion as his other arm wrapped around her waist. His mouth continued to explore her jaw and her neck.

"Oh, god. That is so good. You certainly know what you're doing."

His lips sealed against hers as he continued to finger-fuck her, pulling out a few times to circle her clit with a finger. "I think it's hot when a woman helps," he whispered as he kissed along her jaw and in the hollow of her collarbone.

"Help me take my panties off," she whispered in response. He hooked his fingers into the elastic at the sides and jerked them down. She stepped out of them, her hand reaching for her clit while he renewed his attack on her pussy.

She threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Fucking H Moses. That feels good."

Her breath came in ragged bursts. Her other hand went over her tit and found her rigid, needy nipple.

Her desire reached its peak when she let out a scream of pleasure. Her hands dropped away languidly and she let him hold her up.

"Ready for more? Do you have enough strength to wrap your legs around me?"

"Not yet. I need to taste you first." Her hands went to his pants, unhooked and unzipped and pulled both the pants and his boxers down. Her eyes widened when she saw his cock, red and pulsing with need, pre-cum already dribbling from the tip.

"We probably should move elsewhere. Follow me."

She headed for her bedroom, removing her blouse and her bra and letting them drop to the floor where she was. He glanced around the house as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his tee shirt. Everything had a place and everything was in its place.

He stopped before they entered her bedroom. "Turn sideways," he ordered in a commanding voice. When she did, he scooped her up, carried her into the bedroom, and placed her carefully on the bed. She smiled broadly and giggled slightly. "Hey, he-man. You look good."

He stopped for a second to view Carol through greedy eyes. "Perfect," he said as he slid off his shoes and stood near her head.

She turned and pulled his cock into her mouth. She licked his bulging crown and traced around the head before she flattened her tongue and slid it down the base of his cock.