A small contest

Maybe Toby sensed that it was time to calm things down. For the next week or so, nothing more happened between him and Kim.

My master’s was due and I had to defend it Friday. This meant that Kim took over the business, in addition to having to do some broadcasting for an upcoming CSGO tournament of some sort. She even managed to muscle some of our merchandise into the production, and have Entrendy named as one of the sponsors. Even though we only provided a splendid wardrobe.

Come Friday, we were both beat. I had my defense, and hey. I got a B. Nothing to complain about, considering I didn’t really care that much about my degree. A B in Information Science could go a long way. It was more like a thing to fall back on, if the business should go to shit. Which it didn’t really seem it would anytime soon. So my master went great, but we decided to postpone the celebration party to some other weekend.

Saturday, Kim and I went for a long fucking run. We had too much pent-up energy, so it was much needed. Kim of course looked splendid in her lycra leggings and pink top, shining with sweat. We then split paths, as I had sparring, football, and later BJJ, and Kim had to help plan a local lan party for the kids and teens in a few months.

So instead of a huge party, we spent our afternoon just swimming, having a vague idea of throwing some sausages and marinated chicken on the grill later.

I was chilling, working on my tan, when a looming shadow hovered above me. I opened my eyes. It was Toby who was about to dive into the pool. He had gotten pretty good at swimming by now. Not so much speed, but he did a decent amount of laps. Then he dove out with a loud clash and a giant wave. Then my eyes refocused, as my flawless wife game gallivanting over with a bucket of ice and root beer for all.

Kim was clad in her red bikini. It wasn’t scandalous or anything, it was just that that wife of mine really made anything look so good. Strutting over towards us, I looked as her hips swayed and the strings of her bottom strung to her wet hips. Mesmerizing.

“Here, boys,” Kim said, placing the bucket in between her chair and mine. “Toby, there’s drinks if you need any.”

Toby nodded, starting to slowly swim towards the other far end, where the latter was.

“You think you could swim more laps than Toby?” Kim asked, smiling deviously.

Kim loved showing me off, so this wasn’t unusual. The unusual part was that the other person this time was a guy who she regularly beat off.

“Pff, no problem. You know how I work out,” I said, laughing.

Truth be told, I was beat. I spent the day working out with cardio in the morning, football, boxing, and BJJ all day. But of course, silly me. I was ever the confident guy.

“Wanna bet on it?” Kim asked.

I was about to reply but before I could make my excuses, Kim turned to Toby who was making his way towards us.

“Toby, you wanna bet who can do the most laps? You or Josh?”

Toby hesitated.

“A bet?” Toby asked, bending down to take a can. He cracked it open and took a sip, stalling his reply. “Sure.”

I looked at Kim. What was she doing? She knew I was beat. I was pretty confident I was a better swimmer, but I had worked out all morning.

“What you wanna bet? A lapdance? How about a nice handy in the pool?” Kim asked as if Toby already had won.

Ah. That’s what this was about? Kim hadn’t played with her favorite toy in almost a week. No way would I let her have her fun. I’d beat Toby no problem.

“Pff, leave the kid alone,” I said with a chuckle, shaking my head.

“How about another sleepover?” Toby asked.

“What’s up, Josh? We chicken or what?” Kim said, jumping to her feet and dragging me up.

“Fine. Fine. Whatever. So most laps? That’s it?” I asked.

Kim nodded. Toby too.

“Alright. Let’s do it. Kim, keep count.”

Boy did I overestimate myself. I started pretty explosively, thinking this would be over quickly. Within ten minutes I’d done eight laps. But within the hour I was only at almost sixty laps. I had no idea how many laps Toby had, but he never exerted his energy. Slowly I started to realize he could keep going until I tapped out, then just continue until he beat me. “Smart little shit, eh?” I thought as I continued.

I had great stamina, and had I known he’d be so strategic, I wouldn’t have wasted so much early. The next half hour I started to really struggle. I barely managed another twenty laps. Then, in the end, I had to tap out. I climbed out. I just hoped I had gotten enough of a head start early.

Toby, however, had not slowed down. He didn’t speed up either. While I had no idea how many he had, it seemed like he had counted each of mine. So when he reached 97 laps, he swam to the ladder and climbed up. He didn’t even care about doing 3 more for the 100th. He’d gotten his price. I guess it would be sorta humiliating to lose to such an unathletic guy, but to me it was a big meh.

So when we were heading to bed that night Kim looked at me.

“See you tomorrow then?” she said, giving me an apologetic smile.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I joked. While I didn’t like losing a bet, I also knew this would lead to some mind-boggling hanky panky later.