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really got into cycling. It seems many people buy
bikes that only sit in the garage. I told her that I thought I'd be persistent.
The group rides seemed like a great idea. We sipped our beers, and I felt at
ease with the scene. We surveyed the crowd that milled around the pub, and she
gave a quick description of their backgrounds. All were local people who lived
at the shore year round. People were swapping stories, comparing mileage, and
making plans for future rides. I liked how they welcomed me.
    "We have been doing this for
years," she explained. She and the shop owner had formed the club to bring
the racers in touch with the local residents. It had been good for both. As we
chatted, she counseled me farther. "One more thing, don't wear anything
under the cycling shorts."
    I looked at her quizzically. She
laughed and advised, "The seams in your underwear will feel as bad as your
shorts did today. The guys at the shop probably won't tell you that."
    I laughed and thanked her for all
the advice. Secretly, I chuckled since I had not worn under garments all
summer. I chose not to tell her or the guys at the shop that little secret.
    It was getting late, and the crowd
started to break up. I bid everyone thanks and got my bike from the ones stowed
at the door and rode home as the sun set. My butt hurt again, and I felt the
seams of my shorts chafe the tender bare folds between my legs. At home, I took
a hot shower and watched TV before bed.

Chapter 6
    The next day was Friday, and my
husband arrived late that night. We made love as soon as he arrived. To be
blunt, I fucked his brains out. My pent up horniness exploded, and the
courtesan attacked her king. My fears that he was somehow losing interest were
nonexistent. We collapsed and slept soundly. The wet spots on the sheets, and
there were several, did not interfere with our slumber.
    In the morning I arose first. He
was deep asleep. I admired his fit body; he looked like one of the “fast”
group. He was sprawled on the bed. I liked how his soft cock and empty balls
draped on his hip. I did not wake the sleeping monarch and slipped silently
from the bedroom. I showered and washed crusty splotches from my hair, breasts,
and thighs. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. My tan was uniform. My
hair was lighter from so much sun. My arms, abs and legs looked toned. I must
have lost a little weight; my body was tighter and firm. I liked how I looked.
My taut body and bare pussy made me look years younger. I'd need to be careful
with the sun, though. My tan was all over and plenty dark.
    Later that morning he wandered into
the kitchen. I was on the deck wearing his shirt and watching him. He peered
into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of OJ. He was scratching his
balls as he looked for a glass. I laughed to myself as I entered the kitchen
and bid my king "good morning." He looked at me with bleary eyes. His
courtesan wore his white dress shirt, totally unbuttoned and open. The fabric
draped outside my breasts and fell to my thighs. My flat belly led his eyes to
a delicate crease.
    "Have a seat. Let me get you a
coffee," I said as I poured him a cup.
    He sat at the table by the door to
the deck. I brought him the cup and kissed his face. He reached up and cupped
my breast.
    "Breakfast?" I asked. His
hand reached to my back and ran down to cup my bare ass. "Did you like
last night?" I whispered slyly as his hand inched between my thighs.
    "Unbelievable." He sighed
as his hand withdrew and reached for his coffee.
    "Let me make you some eggs.
You need your strength, my lord. Your kingdom awaits you." I danced away
and made him a breakfast fit for a king. I sat with him as he ate. He talked
about the week and his work. Then I pointed to the bike parked near the pantry.
He checked out the bike and saw that this was a good one. I explained that I
planned to ride routinely, and, while expensive, it was less than a health club
membership. He liked my enthusiasm, and, if he