Too far fetched to be believable

Dear Penthouse Forum:

No seriously, what I am about to say on here is like one of those moments, and I am still reeling from it. I just got back from the gym. I don't usually go at night, but I haven't been since last Wednesday, and today I felt better than I have in a long time.

So, it's 4:00 and I have already cleaned the whole apartment, done every bit of my laundry, took an hour long bath where I shaved for the first time in nearly 3 weeks, painted my toenails, tweezed my eyebrows and still had energy to spare. I called up my usual work out partner and she was out of town, so I called the only person I know that has a membership to this gym, which was David. David is 37, married, has 3 kids, and his wife is cool as hell. David is a story for another day (not sexual). David's wife Michelle answered his phone and I asked if they wanted to go work out. She told me David was sick still, but she was planning on going over anyways to ride the bikes and maybe tan.

Michelle knows that David and I are just friends, and I don't think of him like that. David was actually my PSR worker when I was 14 for a year. I used to do things with him and his family all the time. Michelle is just as cool as David, and looks almost like she is my age.

Anyways, she tells me that she will pick me up. I argue a bit saying I will just drive myself, but she insists. She picks me up at 4:30, and we head over there. This gym is one of the biggest in the state (and maybe the most expensive). It has an Olympic size pool, tennis courts, racquetball courts, top of line gym equipment, a juice bar............the list goes on. Sunday (during the day) is the best time to go because all the "religious" types are doing the church thing.

Well, I was wrong. Apparently today was "religious family" day at the gym because the place was packed to the gills. The only things that were open were a treadmill and a stairclimber. Michelle and I traded off doing each of those. The place started to thin out at 5:30ish, so I found a bike, and Michelle found one right next to me. There was some small talk, but nothing too serious. She finally said she was going to go tan, and I said I was going to the Sauna.

This place has a great eucalyptus sauna, and it helps when you have a cold, so I sat in there for ten minutes or so. Here is where the Penthouse forum stuff comes in.

This gym is VERY family friendly, maybe overly so. But anyways, the women's locker room has 4 banks of lockers, and each bank of lockers has 2 private showers, and 1 family shower. The private showers just have a curtain, while the family shower has a door. So, I get in to the locker room just a minute or two before Michelle does, and it is an absolute zoo. More people have gotten there, people are leaving, and no shower's are open. I was standing in my towel waiting for a shower to open when Michelle came in, and we were both standing there waiting when.......a family shower opened up. I wasn't even thinking about taking it but Michelle touched my hand, and suggested that we could just go in there.

I have to say, I honestly thought NOTHING about it. I am not shy even in the slightest, so I didn't care if I was naked in front of her. The rooms are small, but are really set up for families (mother's and daughters, mothers and young sons, etc) to shower and dress together without prying eyes, and they can keep their modesty. I hung up my towel, and turned on the water. I honestly thought she would wait until I was done. (Well I actually never actually thought about it I guess I just assumed). I walked in to the water face first, and the next thing I know, Michelle pushes her way next to me, and starts getting wet. She spray of the head was not really big enough for two people to shower, and I couldn't hardly wash my hair without me bumping in to her. Then she said something to me that damn near made me pass out: "You know, you are sexy as hell." I think I stammered a bit before I said the first thing that popped in to my mind: "You're sexy too." I no sooner got that out when she reached for me, grabbed me, and planted a huge wet kiss right on my lips. Her tongue shot right in to my mouth, and I started to kiss back before I realized who I was kissing. I pulled back......"Um, thank you but, you are married". At least I think that is what I said. I don't really remember, but it was something like that. She backed away and got all embarrassed and started profusely apologizing. I felt really really bad. She even started crying, going on about not getting sex at home, thinking that I was "like that" and that she wasn't sexy anymore..........Let me tell you, she is. She is sexy as hell, and doesn't look her age. Her hair is ultra-short (almost boy short), but on her it looks perfect. It's blond, and she wears it spiky, and likes to wear headbands or scarfs. It's damn cute. Anyways, she has the body of someone half her age, a really nice set of boobies, and she shaves everything just like I do.

Okay, so anyways.........She reaches for her towel like she is going to leave when I asked her "so, uh, what were your plans after you kissed me?" She tells me just to forget it, apologizes some more, so I asked her again. She tells me to forget it again, and has her hand on the doorknob when she tells me, "I wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl." My jaw dropped. It shouldn't have surprised me after what she had tried, but hearing that come out of the mouth of the wife of my ex PSR worker damn near floored me. I hear the doorknob turn when I tell her something like "don't go yet, maybe you still can."

I can imagine that everyone reading this half expects me to go in to explicit detail about how we had fabulous lesbian sex on the floor of a shower in a locker room gym..........Unfortunately for all of us, that's not how this ended. We continued to shower together, and I let her wash me all over. It was pretty erotic, and I was willing to go all the way with her, but when I started washing her, she lost her courage. She had said that me touching her was like cheating on her husband, and she didn't want to do that. As if her sticking a finger in my pussy wasn't cheating, but whatever. I let her finish showering as I left and started to get dressed. I told her I would meet her at the juice bar.

On the way home, she asked me if I would be willing to do this again if she got her husband's permission. I started to think about it, and I had to say no. I don't want my old PSR worker watching or even thinking about me even the slightest bit sexually. The idea of it creeps me out. And because I am an open and up front person, I told her so. Then she says, what if he doesn't know that it's you. If that was really the case, I might think about it, but I have serious reservations about doing so. I guess I will just have to see. I kind of like the idea of being someone's fantasy. She made up some excuse that I can't remember about needing my email. I wrote it on the back of a WalMart receipt and gave it to her as she dropped me off.

I only mention the email thing because just as I had started to write this, I got a little blue box that popped up in the corner telling me that I had an email from Michelle. As I wrote all of this, I let the email sit in my in-box and stew. I didn't want to read yet, and don't know why. I read the email about halfway through the paragraph above this one, and I had to read it twice just to take it all in.

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I really am sorry about what happened at the gym, I don't know what got in to me. Well, actually I do. That crap about not cheating on my husband was just an excuse to get us to stop where we were going. In fact, I have cheated on my husband dozens of times with other men. I know who he is to you, and I won't go in to anything about him that is too personal, but I will just say that either he is a closet homo, or just doesn't like sex period. Anyways, I only wanted to stop going on because I was afraid you were only doing it out of pity for me, and you were just going to go on because I was crying. As I sit here now in my living room, I am hoping that wasn't the case. Emails are the greatest invention ever because you can get your point across right now, and unless you get a response, can always assume the person hasn't read it yet. I am going to assume that unless you email me back. Hopefully you actually do think I am sexy, and hopefully you won't be offended by what I am about to ask you: Would you be willing to meet me at a hotel room and take our experience farther? I know you are just a poor student, and I would actually be willing to help you out with some bills if you wanted to do this. I hope that didn't sound like I was asking you to be my whore, because I wasn't. I am just saying that I would be willing to help you out with some things if you helped me out. Anyways, let me know if you want to, and if you don't, just don't answer me (I can take a hint). I don't know if you have my cell number but



I deleted the last part because of her personal information. But Damn! I seriously don't know what to do. I really do find her sexy......sexy enough in fact that thinking of her helped me take care of business when I got home. I don't know what to do. Well, actually, I know what I want to do, and know that I shouldn't. I am going to email her back regardless of what I decide to do. Hell, I almost feel like I am lying to myself because I know I am going to tell her yes when I email her back. And yes, I will let her give me money or "help pay my bills" or whatever. Call me a whore, whatever. I guess I just don't give a fuck what people think anymore. I certainly can't get ahead by playing it straight, so why not try to get ahead by playing it nasty. I feel like I am rambling here, but I feel like I am on a roll. I barely make my bills every month, I work 48 hours a week, go to school 35 hours a week, and have an 10 year old truck to show for it. And no, I am not a whore. I am a "sex therapist" and am just going to give Michelle some girl on girl therapy. And why not get paid to be a therapist? Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

I'm done. I'm pissed, still horny, and confused as hell. FUCK!