Running the Gauntlet

My wife keeps me on short rations. I wish that was the case. It is actually a starvation diet. We haven't had sex for two years. We sleep in different rooms. If I was lucky, I get to see her naked once in a while, padding across the landing to the bathroom. Even that has now stopped. It's a shame, because she still has a good body. She just doesn't want to share it with me, or anyone else. As a result, I masturbate quite a lot. I've no idea whether she does or not. I'm presuming she doesn't. I've tried all sorts of things, other than wanking, to relieve the tension and frustration. Woodwork, car modification, gardening beating the hell out of a bag at the gym, have all come and gone.

The latest, on the back of the boxing, I started jogging. I found that I enjoyed it. Fresh air and exercise. I discovered that I was actually quite good at it. I might even call myself a runner now, rather than a jogger. I love it, whatever the weather. I'm out, rain or shine, hot or cold. A couple of months ago, I started seeing a lady out doing something similar. Most of the time, wherever I was running, she would be going in the opposite direction. I always said hello as we passed each other. I'm ashamed to admit it but my attention was drawn to her breasts bouncing. You can't blame me, with the lack of action I was getting at home. Not large but with a nice wobble, even with what looked like a sports bra under her top.

It was a few weeks after I first saw her, that I spied her up ahead of me. We were on a footpath. I was catching her up relatively quickly. I slowed down, just a bit. Why? because I was watching her bum. On the previous occasions I'd seen her, she'd been wearing leggings or long Lycra shorts. Today she was in shorts. You know the sort of thing, a bit like big knickers. Her buttocks wobbled every time her foot hit the ground. The closer I got, the better it looked. A lovely feminine shape and from what I could tell, nothing beneath her shorts.

She heard me approaching and looked over her shoulder. It must be worrying for women out alone, to have someone coming up behind her. I raised my hand in a wave and pulled alongside.

"Hello. I'm Julian." I puffed.

"Pauline."

"I hope I didn't surprise you."

"No, there are several men who run along here. They're all faster than me."

We went along side by side for a while, having a chat about our shoes, the weather and how far we were going. At the end of the footpath we parted, she turned left and I right. Over the next couple of weeks we waved and smiled, when we saw each other. If we were running towards each other, one of us would turn and we would trot along together for a while, trying to get to know each other.

I was surprised to learn that, at fifty, she is ten years older than me. She doesn't look it. I'd have guessed at the same age as me. Her body is certainly wearing well. The exercise must help. Like me married and living a couple of miles away, on the other side of town. I was a bit disappointed to learn that she is married. Oh, well. At least I had a running buddy.

To start with, I'd slowed down for her. As she got used to being with me, her pace increased, to a speed we were both happy with. We started to arrange meeting points. We would run a circuit and then head for home. I was loving this. Not just the exercise but the female company. She was good to talk to. Even if it was punctuated by slightly gasping breaths.

The fact that we were both married was out in the open. I didn't think the nature of our relationships would ever rear its head. I was wrong. One day, when we were running on a path through some woods, she asked me about Sheila. I hesitated.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. It's just that you never talk about her."

Over the next mile or so, I outlined the law Sheila had laid down. She seemed sympathetic. I didn't want her to feel sorry for me. It wasn't her problem. She didn't want to pry and we left it at that. We'd reached the end of our loop. I said goodbye and eased back the pace until I got home.

I hadn't thought any more about it until half way round our next run.

"Aren't you interested in me and Simon?"

"Only if you want to tell me. It isn't my business."

"It might be."

She had a similar but not identical problem to me. Like we had, her marriage had started off well. Caring, loving and pretty good in the bedroom. I suppose that is the same for most newlyweds. At least she had fared better than me. The good sex had lasted twenty years, rather than my ten. She was still getting some but not what she wanted. Once a week, every Saturday night, whether she wanted to do it or not. Simon pleasing himself. Licked fingers, rubbed pussy, a few minutes fucking until he came. That was it. No thought that she might want an orgasm, or that she might not want to do it at all. Like me, stuck with the situation due to financial constraints. In hindsight, her situation actually seemed to be worse than mine. We actually stopped running for a couple of minutes as she gathered her thoughts, before finishing our run.

I'd had time to think about what she had said, before our next run. The phrase 'it might be' stuck in my mind. Was that an invitation? It sounded like it. If it was, would I match up to her expectations? It certainly sounded like I'd be able to do better than Simon. He needed his head seeing to. She looks fantastic. A lovely womanly body, good boobs and bum. Fit. Not to mention really pretty. I think her beauty was accentuated by her short hair. She looks pixie or elfin like. If she was serious, I'd do my best for her.

Our next route was a bit urban but it was in the evening and it meant street lights. I broached the subject, about ten minutes after we met up.

"I'm surprised it took you so long. I know you've been watching all of my wobbly bits, since the first time you saw me. I thought you might have asked, before you found out I was married. What do you think?"

I thought, that this was better than winning the lottery. Although, I'm not sure how we were ever going to make it work. You can't leave home in your running kit and book in to a hotel with someone else's wife. She came up with the solution. Her choice of route for our run on Sunday morning. I had no idea what she had in mind.

The feeling of anticipation was incredible, as I sat an ate my breakfast and got myself hydrated. I told Sheila I was going out on a longer run than normal. She couldn't have cared less. I met up with Pauline at a small car park, at the entrance to the woods. OK, this made a bit of sense. We often ran round the perimeter path. Running anti clockwise, we got half way round, before she took a left turn, further into the woods. Not really a path, more like a track used by animals. A few hundred yards in and well out of sight of anyone who might be walking, an old wooden hut. No door but it was dry inside.

"We used to have a dog. I found this place when he went running off." She said.

When I made love to Sheila, particularly in the early days, we ended up hot and sweaty. Now we are starting off hot and sweaty. How would that go? The answer was not easy. I don't think either of us had really considered the logistics, of what we wanted to do. I was desperate to get to grips with what I suspected were a magnificent pair of tits. With a tight running vest and sports bra, it was going to be a difficult ask. Especially with a damp body. She managed to pull up her tops but they got stuck under her armpits. Eager to help her and myself, I pulled them over her head. Meanwhile she slipped my looser shirt off me. I was right. Her breasts were lovely. Not a hint of her age. Little sag. Without the thick tight fabric of her sports bra, her nipples looked gorgeous.

"Worth the wait? I know you were staring the first time you saw me."

"Sorry. Yes, magnificent."

"Don't be sorry. I'd be more upset if you didn't think I was worth looking at."

We took hold of each other's shorts.

"3, 2,1."

It was like we were already on the same wavelength. We yanked down on the waistbands. Sheila steadfastly refused to do anything with her pubic hair, all the way through our marriage. I'd seen Pauline in small tight shorts, when the weather was really hot. She didn't want anything poking out. The edges shaved, to leave a wide strip of black hair. Even that looked to have been thinned out.

"How do you run with that thing?" She asked.

My erection was standing out, hard and proud.

"Easy when it's not like this."

I knelt down. The floor of the shack was dirty. I suppose I could explain the knees by having fallen over. I eased her shorts right down. Running my hands down her back and on to her buttocks. It was bliss. I'd seen them in shorts and leggings, running my hands over them, was next level excitement. So soft and smooth. From my low angle, I was so close to her groin. I eased forwards, warm, sweaty and with a musky aroma, I nestled my face into her pubic hair. With the tight Lycra round her ankles, bending her knees slightly, eased my access to her lovely pussy. I extended my tongue. How long had it been since anyone did this to her. I couldn't remember when I'd last done it. Sheila wasn't keen on it. Pauline was loving it. The anticipation for both of us, was driving us to go quicker than I wanted but needs must. I felt her palms on my ears. I must say, I was having trouble controlling myself. Thankfully, she came quicker than I expected. Just a groan.

She pulled away, shuffling round, constrained by the shorts round her ankles. She bent over, placing her hands on the wood of the wall. Jesus, what a sight. That is one gorgeous arse. It looked great in her running gear. Out of it, it was fabulous. This was definitely an invitation. The tip of my cock was almost running with pre cum. I don't know what I was expecting, not having had sex in years. It didn't take much, to achieve my first penetration of Pauline's lovely pussy. Another thing Sheila wasn't keen on, any rear entry position. Pauline had actually instigated it. With one hand on her hip, I reached round and sought her clit. I didn't go at it hard. I was savouring the sensation. Warm smooth and inviting. Slow easy strokes with both dick and fingers. It seemed that we were both enjoying it so much. Not just a groan this time. Her legs began to tremble,

"Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Ahh."

I pulled myself hard up against her bum and released copious amounts of cum into her. We stood there panting for minutes. Eventually, she moved forward off my dick. She squatted and my cum dripped onto the floor. She pulled up her shorts, stood and wrapped her arms round me. This squashed her breasts into my chest. I bent and kissed her. Pulling away, she said,

"That was bloody marvellous. The first time anyone else has made me cum in ages. Thank you."

"No. Thank you. I haven't done either of those things, since before I was married."

"What a pair."

"I could say that about your boobs."

"Next time. We had better get going. Our other halves will be thinking we've been running a marathon."

We did out best to restore our clothes. Making our way back to the main path, we finished our lap and headed for home, arranging to meet for a shorter run on Wednesday evening.

A few laps of the town park, again, because of the lighting. We weren't the only ones using it. There were a few members of a local running club, going round in the other direction. We dropped the conversation every time our paths crossed. Both of us had really enjoyed Sunday, despite the location and hurried nature of what we had done. We tried to work out a better way to do things. My turn to propose something, for the upcoming Sunday.

I told Sheila that I was driving to the country park about ten miles away, to find some new routes and work on my hill running. Again, I could have said I was flying to the moon and she'd have said nothing. I drove to the spot where I'd arranged to pick Pauline up. No pretence of running this week. I did actually drive to the country park. There are plenty of places to park up, out of sight. I should say here, that I have a small estate car. When we stopped, I put the rear seats down, creating a long flat space in the back. It was like being a teenager again. I hadn't had sex in a car since I was about eighteen or nineteen. I think Pauline was the same.

Not much chance of being found or seen, out here in the middle of nowhere. This time, laying in the back, we managed to undress completely. Face to face we cuddled. It felt incredible. Lovely not being hot and sweaty. It had been so long since I'd been so close to a naked woman. She felt amazing. He skin soft to the touch. This time, I couldn't help myself, while we kissed I explored her outstanding, in both senses of he word, breasts. Her nipples stiffened under my touch. For her part, she had one hand on my bum, the other between us touching my cock. The first opportunity she'd had to assess it's merits close up. I have nothing to boast about. I'm not big, just average. She didn't seem concerned about that. Why would she. The last time we'd been together, it and my fingers had produced the result we both desired.

I was aware of her husband's technique. I didn't want to replicate it. She must have noticed my brief pause. Perhaps my expression.

"What's wrong?"

I explained, briefly.

"Don't worry. I know you aren't like him. You won't need to lick them." She said with a smile.

Sliding my hand down, alongside hers. She raised her right leg slightly, resting her knee on my thigh. Brushing my hand across the hair I found, was there less of it? Hard to tell in this cramped position. She was right about not needing to lick, she was already wet, amazingly so. The illicit nature of what we were doing, was turning both of us on. Where and how we were planning to sate our appetites, just added to what we were feeling. I asked her to slow her action. If she hadn't, we would both have been disappointed. Her technique is great. I wondered when she'd last used it. What I was trying to do to her, my skills are really rusty. Thinking about it, Sheila wasn't unlike Simon. Her interest and technique limited. She would probably have been happy with him. Although in reality, she would rather have gone without.

No need to think about either of them. I was having the best time I'd had, in years. Getting back into the swing of things, I was causing a response from Pauline. It is hard to know what someone will like, on the basis of one quick fuck in a hut. She was beginning to rub her pussy back and forth against my fingers. It felt like she wanted to control what was going on. Fine with me. I held a couple of fingers relatively stiffly and let her get what she wanted. Our lips were mashed together. I could hear her breaths, as the air rushed in and out of her nostrils. A sharp thrust from her hips. She grasped my dick, quite hard and held her body tightly against mine. Her hips jerked time and time again. I have no idea how many times or how long it went on for. I'd never seen this from Sheila, or any of my teenage girlfriends. Wow. Pulling her lips away,

"God I needed that. It's been so long since I had one like that. Sorry if I took over. It's nice not to be on the receiving end."

Continuing on that theme she applied some gentle pressure to my shoulder. An indication that I should move on to my back. I was happy to oblige. Straddling my thighs, a hand between her legs, she eased the tip of my cock into her lovely wetness. What a feeling. Gradually, she lowered herself down. With my length, it didn't take long. Touching down she began to grind against me, in a similar motion, to that she'd used against my fingers. I wasn't going to stop her, it felt incredible. I reached up and rested my hands on her buttocks. I could feel the muscles flexing. Above me a great view of her boobs. I wasn't going to last long like this. I just hoped she came before me. She did, but only by a second or two. I think the contractions of her muscles set me off. The sensation of two bodies shuddering and shaking together was hard to describe. She looked down at me and smiled.

I don't know about steamy windows. Hot, sweaty and satisfied, the car windows were running with condensation, even though I'd left a couple of them slightly open. I looked, she followed my gaze and we both began laughing. She lowered her torso and chest against me. Her head beside mine. We didn't speak, we didn't move. Feeling relaxed and bathed in the afterglow, of one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I didn't want this to end. Eventually, Pauline wiggled slightly, she needed to move her legs. We knew that it was time to sort ourselves out and get going. I ran my hand over a window. Nobody in sight. I opened a door and we crawled out. Naked we stood, looking at each other. We scooped up our clothes and dressed in the open. I had to turn on the AC, to clear the windows, while we stood outside discussing what we'd done and how it looked. It actually looked as if we had run ten miles. Our hair was damp and our faces red.

I drove back slowly, while we tried to work out what we were going to do. Now that we had found each other, neither of us wanted this to end. It wasn't going to be easy. Firstly, to keep our meetings covert. We didn't want to be caught. Neither did we want our spouses to find out, or even suspect that something was going on. More of a problem for Pauline, than for me. In essence, I was living a single life but in the same house as my wife. Pauline was still sharing a bed with her husband. Although she was getting nothing from the situation. We hadn't been together, at least on intimate terms, for long enough, to make decisions, which could affect the rest of our lives. I don't suppose if we had met decades ago, anything would have happened. A ten year age gap would have scuppered that. Now it felt like nothing. Besides, it would never have happened. Running had brought us together. For me, this was a recent thing.

We kissed as I dropped her off, at the appointed place. Back home, I went for a shower. No interest whatsoever from Sheila. She just assumed I'd been for a long run in the country park. Nothing said over dinner. One of the few times we spend together. It's easier to cook for two, than one. Both Pauline and I had a lot to think about. We hadn't done much. What we had, at least from my point of view had been lovely. I'm certain that she was feeling the same. I came up with a plan to further what we were doing. A half marathon. Both of us fit enough to run it, without any issues, if we took it steady. There was one in a couple of weeks but it was a hundred miles away. It would require a hotel stay on Saturday night, before the event on Sunday morning. I proposed it during our next mid week run. Pauline was delighted.

I booked the hotel room a double. Pauline booked a single for the sake of propriety, should anyone check. We both entered the event online. We only managed a quickie in the the woodland hut on Sunday. We had intended more but heard voices close by. So we beat a hasty retreat. Not that it bothered us too much. We still got to meet and we had the hotel stay to look forward to.

Pauline had told Simon she was travelling by train, so he dropped her at the station, which is where I picked her up. On the drive up, the talk was as much about the run as tonight. What shoes and kit we had packed, our pacing strategy and what the weather would be like. We arrived too early to check in, so we drove around the half marathon course, not wanting to be surprised. Pauline had run several before. Despite having run the distance, this would be my first formal event. That took up the time we needed. We checked in, booked a table in the restaurant, for an early dinner, dropped off our bags and went for a coffee in the bar. No alcohol today. Although she had the key to her single room, apart from when the valet showed her the way, she didn't even go inside. We met up in the double.