Being a marathon runner and cyclist I was lean but not muscular. But I assumed that Kristin preferred guys with more gentle features like I had since ...he married me and not some big hulk.A few months passed and things were going poor for us our loving making session was down to twice a month an was over in a few minute's and my right hand was getting a workout jerking off my small penis. We were enjoying an active outdoor lifestyle though I was a bit disappointed that I was having to work a. . silence, which was odd as Ricky was a country music fan, and the radio was permanently tuned to the local country station. The small reception area was empty, and the door to the workrooms was closed. “You back here Ricky?” I called out as I pushed the inner door open. In hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have just strolled through it.Ricky stood in the entrance to his work cubical. His face was pale and streaked with blood from a cut on his forehead.“What the fucks going...” I managed to get. Belinda had apparently been the other swimmer. She was clapping. “Steve, that was a real swimming workout. If you’re going to rest a moment, please sit with me.” I nodded and walked over to my stuff and grabbed it all. I walked over to where she was seated, put my things down, and took a seat next to her chaise. She looked very good in her skimpy bikini. My mind wondered about the back of it. With her great body, a thong type would be glorious. What I could see was awesome.“Steve, I haven’t. She had her head on Noah’s stomach and her forearm resting on Noah’s flaccid cock. Her mouth was slightly open as drops of saliva pooled on his stomach. Noah snored softly from his place in oblivion.I gently stroked Nichole’s hair and shoulder and she woke suddenly, half asleep, with a snort. Through half closed eyes she peered at me, I looked at her arm, then so did she. She lifted her arm off of Noah’s cock with a jerk, then wiped her mouth of saliva and looked at the puddle on Noah’s abs..