“Hell, yeah. It’s the perfect end to the week. I didn’t read it until after the meeting with Rhonda. I used it as a reward.” He slowly kissed me. “A very hot reward. I couldn’t wait to get home and make it reality.”
I sighed with relief. The letters had been a bit out of my comfort zone and I’d been worried about what Tom thought. It was strange how we could be married for so long and still feel hesitant about expressing ourselves. Knowing Tom was totally on board would help when I wrote him letters in the future.
The next morning I rolled out of bed completely sated. Not only had we shared a sensuous night but Tom had woken me with a vigorous bout of sex in the morning.
I stretched luxuriously, enjoying the feel of my body. I trundled into the ensuite and dreamily soaped my body under the shower. If this was the outcome of my letters I was going to be very happy. After I’d towelled dry I gazed at my face in the mirror. Normally I only gave it a cursory look as I applied a swipe of lipstick and a flick of mascara. Today, I paused and looked at lips plump and ripe from kissing. No lipstick required!
Given the way my body felt I decided to give it an inspection too. Back in the bedroom, I opened up the wardrobe door and looked into the full length mirror. I frowned at the image. It had been a while since I’d looked at my body like this particularly given we had just emerged from winter where I pulled on clothes in frantic haste to avoid the cold. I wasn’t too happy with the sight. I’d always been buxom. Tom loved it. Unfortunately, buxom seemed to have turned into blob. My waist had apparently disappeared and when I looked at my profile my double D cups seemed to go from my boobs to my groin. Not an appealing look.
On the other hand, my arms were nicely toned from all the massage and manipulation that I did as part of physiotherapy. Perhaps that’s why I hadn’t noticed the gradual spread to my waist. I bent from side to side and was pleased with my range of motion which was good from the tai chi I did with Megan and Trish three days a week. I just needed to lose a few kilos and tone up my tummy and butt a bit and I’d be fine. I didn’t want to become a stick but I definitely could do with some work.
The following Monday I put my plan into action. On Monday, Wednesday and Fridays I had the afternoon off to watch over my two boys as well as Megan’s boy. On Tuesday and Thursday, Megan reciprocated on her afternoons off work. The arrangement worked well, not only with care, but with the sharing of office space at our business Balaflame Therapy.
“Okay boys, before you play the Xbox we’re going for a run.”
“You’re kidding.” Sean, my ten year old groaned.
“I’m not going. I’m old enough to stay by myself.” Marc, my twelve year old, took an obstinate stance.
“Does my mum know you’re going to torture me?” Michael, Megan’s ten year old, demanded in an aggrieved tone.
“No, I’m not kidding. Yes, you’re coming or you’re not playing Xbox. Yes, your Mum knows and approves.”
Synchronised groans met my reply.
“The longer it takes us to get going, the longer it will be before you get to Xbox. We’ll only be twenty minutes.” It would probably be all I could survive.
Reluctantly, they pulled on sneakers. Michael experienced a moment of hope that I’d be thwarted with the absence of his shoes but I’d planned ahead and asked Megan to bring them. The light died in his eyes when I produced them.
We crossed the road and walked past a few houses to reach the entry to the reserve. It was a lovely vast area stretching between MountMajura and MountAinslie and provided plenty of walking tracks for us to jog along. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of eucalyptus trees and fresh air.
“We’ll start out with a walk to warm up.” We turned left onto a wide dirt track that sloped gently up hill. It was bordered either side by grass yellowed from winter and sparsely dotted trees. A minute up the track, we turned right onto the Casuarina trail which was marked by a black rubber path. It was a steeper incline and would work well to increase our heart rates while we walked and warmed up.
Five minutes later we came to an intersecting pathway that angled downwards and broke into a jog. One minute after that I staggered back to a walk. This was going to take some training. We alternately staggered and jogged for a minute. The boys were just as glad for the walking breaks as I was. This jogging thing was definitely a good idea. The boys were getting too unfit sitting in front of the Xbox so much. Getting fit would be good for me as well.
Twenty minutes later we gasped our way into the house. I was tempted to collapse on the couch while the boys fired up the Xbox. However, I firmed my resolve and flopped on the floor for a few tummy and butt exercises. I was determined to turn the blob back to buxom.