Red Hot Letters to My Husband(9)

“Michael’s really benefiting. He actually asked Chris to go down to the park with him the other day. His energy levels seem to have gone up.”

“I know how he feels. I’ve been feeling more energised myself. It’s had another benefit too. Marc actually spoke to me during one of our walking breaks.”

Megan and Trish’s eyes opened wide. Marc was notorious for his silences and monosyllabic answers to questions.

“Well keep up the good work.” Megan raised her cup to me in a toast before she took another sip.



It was good to have the encouragement of my two best friends. The boys certainly didn’t provide any.

“Keep going,” I yelled at the boys later that day as we ran. Marc had dropped down into a walk and the other two had followed him.

“It’s time for a break,” Marc gasped. He was a bit overweight and struggled the most when it came to running.

I jogged backwards and gave him the evil eye. “Move it buster.”

“You’ve turned into a bloody drill sergeant,” Marc exclaimed, stumbling into a jog.

“You’ll drop and give me twenty if you swear again.”

Marc rolled his eyes. Wisely, he kept his mouth shut.

Liking the drill sergeant analogy, I bellowed out a refrain. “We’re gonna run and get real fit. Wear nice clothes and show our kit.”

The three boys stopped dead.

“That is just too embarrassing,” Marc proclaimed.

I had thought it was rather good.

“If you do that again I’m not going to run another step.” Sean looked totally disgusted.

“If you do that again, I’m going to put a for sale sign around your neck,” Marc added.

Michael was a bit more restrained but backed my sons with a nod.

“Sorry. I got a bit carried away. No more singing, I promise.”

Relieved, the boys started up again. Silently, I thanked them for the mini break. Running straight out for twenty minutes was harder than I’d thought.

Five minutes down the track, Marc was crying out for a break, his steps slowing down.

“Are you going to let a forty two year old woman put you to shame?” I gasped. It was hard to motivate myself, let alone three unenthusiastic boys. If they protested too much, I would gratefully give in. Trying to bear up, I made up a song but wisely sung it silently. Sex is good and so is my body. Keep on going, don’t be shoddy.

Marc groaned and staggered on. I probably didn’t look much better. I was panting like a bellows and my face felt like it was about to explode.

We came to the home stretch. “Cool down.”

Everyone gratefully dropped to a walk. Now I only had the tummy and butt exercises to go. I sang my new song to myself again to keep my spirits up.





Chapter Five



Ode to your Cock



I felt fabulous. The exercise regime was really coming along. I’d even added a few weights to my program to tone up even more. The boys were looking good too. Marc was looking fit and more confident as was Sean who was usually really shy. The other day he told me how he’d joined in a soccer game at school. Something he normally wouldn’t do.

I settled down to my computer to write my next letter. It was hard to go into this cold turkey so I let my mind drift to our last interlude with the candles. I shivered in response and felt my nipples tighten as I remembered Tom dropping hot wax onto my breasts. I also remembered telling him how much better it felt when he did it compared to when I did it by myself. The memory sparked my imagination. I left my chair, went into the bedroom and got a prop before I returned to the computer.



Dear Tom

Do you remember how I told you sex is always better with you compared to touching myself? I’m thinking about that now. How you surround me with your heat and strength when you’re on top of me. How you fill me with your hard, hot cock and drive into me until I come apart in your arms.

I’ve got a dildo in my hands right now. It’s that realistic looking one you bought last year. It’s skin toned and even has a vein running down the length of it but it’s cold and hard and doesn’t pulse with desire. It doesn’t look at me with smoky grey eyes or kiss me with firm lips and a hot tongue.

When you come home tonight, I’m going to drop your pants and kneel before you. I’ll take your cock in my hands and gently stroke it while I look at it and see just how gorgeous it is compared to this dildo which pales in comparison. When I’ve looked my fill, I’m going to lick along the length of your cock before I take the head into my mouth. I’ll swirl my tongue around the top and your cock will pulse in response. I love it when your cock does that. Just thinking about it makes me wet.

“Spread your legs,” I’ll command.