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A couple months went by, I was now getting regular pleasure from Courtney, happy with life and I began really going nuts with my running.  I had actually gotten down close to the ideal runners body weight for me of 158 pounds.  The actual ideal marathon runner’s weight for my height is 148 pounds, but that seemed crazy.  I was really skinny now and my once large leg, calf and arm muscles were now gone.  I had skinny, wiry muscles in my legs now that were ideal for distance running but my arms and shoulders were very thin.  Even my face was skinny.  Chicks dig guys with abs though and I pretty much had an eight pack now because of all the running and regimented diet.  I did take solace in that and knew my marathon times would be really good.
Even though my running was progressing nicely, I had become a bit self conscience about my loss of upper body mass and strength.  I had once considered myself as one of the studs in my office but now felt like I was probably one of the weakest guys on staff.  I once wore XL shirts and filled them out.  Now I was wearing L dress shirts and wore a nice thick t-shirt underneath so I didn’t look so skinny.  My shirt neck size also went down significantly.  I once wore shirts with a 16” neck but now bought shirts with 14 ½” neck. 
One day, Courtney accidentally left her training log at home.  I had not read it since the first month she started training and was wondering what progress she had made in 11 months.  The first tab was titled “Bodyweight”, I flipped through the first month.  She made some slight progress and lost a few pounds.  Then I looked at the second month.  Her training and eating habits became more regular and she lost some more weight.  The third month looked odd because she was working out more but actually gained weight.  I knew it was probably muscle from our sexual experience.  Since muscle weighs more than fat, I could understand that although she looked leaner, she might have actually gained a little weight.
Then it got real weird.  Month number three she gained 5 pounds and was then 139 pounds.  That was when we had sex.  I would have guessed she weighed less but I’m sure the log was accurate.  By the end of the fourth month she was up another 3 pounds to 142.  I hadn’t seen her naked so I guess it could have been true.  Over the last several months though, she logged very little cardio and gained another 7 pounds.  According to her log, she was now 149 pounds.  I’m not sure what significance it had, but if her log was accurate, I was only 9 pounds heavier than my wife.
Still curious about her progress, I flipped to her workout log.  Originally she simply logged in what exercises she did.  I wasn’t even sure what they were because she used abbreviations for everything.  As the months passed by in her book, the detail increased.  I think I could understand some though, BIs meant biceps, PU must have meant Pull Ups.  SU meant Sit Ups I think and BP meant Bench Press, although there were abbreviations in that category, Inc, Dec, and Flat. 
I was really impressed with her Pull Ups, originally she was doing just a few, but in her latest entry, she logged 4 sets of 25 with a quarter plate, whatever that meant.  That seemed utterly amazing to me though.  I was very proud of her just thinking of how hard she must be working.  I then looked at her logbook entry for Bi’s.  I wasn’t sure how to follow most of it but I was fairly sure Standing Curls meant just standing there doing curls.  Her last entry noted 10×15, 20, 25, 30, 25, 20, 15.  Apparently she was curling 25 and 30 pound dumb bells for reps.
Just a year earlier, I wouldn’t have even blinked at a 25 or 30 pound dumbbell but I hadn’t lifted a weight in a year and had lost about 35 pounds or so.  I knew I had lost a lot of upper body strength but now I had to know how much.  I drove to the sporting goods store in town and walked inside.  Once there, I walked up to the dumbbells and found the 25 pounder.  I grabbed it and pulled it off the rack. It seemed like it weighed a ton and I began to lift it.  By the time I got it just above my waist level, I had to lean way back and let momentum help it all the way up.  I repeated this 2 more times before I was unable to even lift it to that level.  With the help of my left hand, I was able to place the weight back on the rack.  Still amazed at my weakness, I grabbed the 30 pounder.  I couldn’t even do one of those without the help of my other arm. 
Depressed at my absolute loss of all real masculine muscle strength I decided to leave the store.  As I walked out, I noticed a fairly healthy looking young girl who worked at the store easily lift the 30 pound weight I left on the floor.  She looked at me and said with a smart ass grin, “I’ll get this for you sir.” 

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Hillarious!  Great stuff…thanks.  ;D

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good work!  Angelina's looking great!  ;D

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Oh Yes!  We like it.  Great Job.  ;D  ;D

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Awesome posts!!!  Thank you  ;D  ;D

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Here it is again…not sure why the other link is broken?

Enjoy.

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Holy Shit!!!

Great find, thans for the post ;D

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Briarton Part 2

C and I were really enjoying each other like never before.  I felt like we were in sort of a Zen type of existence few experience.  I did what all males do I guess and thought about her and her amazing fit body at least 1 of every 3 seconds.  Life was great! 

About three weeks into our new sexual frenzied lives I grabbed Courtney’s fantastic ass again as she got home.  Instead of leading me again into the bedroom she said, “Not tonight tiger, I’m tired.”  Hadn’t heard that in a while but I figured it was “That time of the month.”  This same thing went on for a few days and then extended to a couple of weeks.  I finally asked her, “when then?”.  C looked back and said, “When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”

It was frustrating because I had just been experiencing the best sex of my life and now I had to wait for more.  Courtney was again wearing baggy clothes as the days and nights got cold and to be honest it helped me to not see her fit body all the time and then Not Get It.  I’m sure Courtney wore the baggy clothes on purpose and took showers now with the bathroom door closed not wanting to turn me on.  A month went by…then another.  Before we knew it, three months had gone by.

I had to have an explanation from my wife at this point.  I insisted we go out to dinner the upcoming Friday night.  She was all for it so I bided my time during the week, didn’t bug her about giving it up and basically held my breath.  That Friday, as planned, we went to one of the nicest restaurants in Briarton.

Before we even got our wine, I let out my frustration.  I wanted to know what was going on with us and even asked if there was “Someone else”.  It took a lot to say it since I enjoyed just being around her but if there was someone else, I guess I had to know.  Courtney apologized profusely and begged me to believe her when she said there was no one else.  She went on to tell me that the sex we had months before was the best she had ever experienced too.  She had loved the experience so much she wanted us to know and share that fire and excitement again.  She had been working out extra hard in the gym and was planning on unveiling her improved physique on our anniversary. 

Of course I was happy to hear that from my wife and I was already imagining what her beautiful naked body now looked like.  We shared an intimate gaze, a long kiss and then ordered our meals.  I ordered a small chicken salad with no dressing and Courtney, to my surprise, ordered two chicken breasts with a large baked potato and extra vegetables.  We were pretty chatty the rest of the meal and for whatever reason, Courtney had a huge grin on her face the whole time.  The only bummer was that our anniversary was 4 months away. 

C finished her entire meal, which was ridiculously large, and we finished a last glass of wine and headed home.  Driving home in the car, my wife looked at me and asked me to pull over.  I could tell by the look in her eyes something good was about to happen.  Once we stopped, my wife said, “I don’t expect you to wait that long you know.”  Courtney then reached over, unzipped my pants and began to give me a blow job.  Within seconds I was hard as a rock and enjoying the kind of pleasure I hadn’t had in months. 

Her lips were full and moist and the warmth of her mouth on my cock was amazing.  I was finally reliving the Zen type experience my wife was so good at providing me.  She massaged my member with her mouth for what seemed like seconds but was actually many minutes.  I closed my eyes and imagined her beautiful body pleasuring me over and over again for eternity.  As I came close to climax, I let her know.  Se then pulled a small workout towel from the back seat and kept me from making a mess all over myself and the car.  As she patiently cleaned up my penis and put it back into my pants, she said, “We’ll have to make this a regular thing until the big day.”  I couldn’t have agreed more.

Next up…Anniversary Day!

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Don't know the answer to your question, but thanks for the post…jen eerrr she-hulh looks great!

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Great start Gettar82…can't wait to see any sort of finished version.

Thanks!  ;D

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