The Perfect Gentleman

"Come on Davin, I know you get enough tail. Give us a story man" your friend John teased you after taking a swig from his beer.

"I do have good luck with the ladies, but really there isn't much to tell" you replied. Of course you had some good stories of some fun nights, but you weren't about to brag to anyone about it. Your table of friends seemed to look a bit put off that you weren't joining in on the conversation of past sexual exploits much, but thankfully the subject changed to a topic you were more comfortable with.

The truth was you had pretty specific women you went after. You were young, 28, but you found more mature women to be a lot more attractive, and easier to have fun with than the younger women. Especially if they were already in a relationship. All it took was for their husband or boyfriend to neglect them or just generally be an ass, and you could swoop in and have a little fun with them on the side. In fact, currently there was one very promising woman at your local gym you'd been keeping an eye on. She had a wedding ring on, and over the last few months you'd watched her work very hard on getting her weight down. She was already nice and curvy before, but now she was gorgeous. She was at most late thirties or early forties, and previously was around 200 pounds you'd have guessed. Now after she'd worked for it she couldn't be more than 140 pounds. Enough to still have a curvy figure, while also starting to get some nice tone in her muscles. Also she was fortunate in that she didn't seem to have any loose skin anywhere from her weight loss. Lucky genetics you figured. Her raven hair was always in a ponytail to a little past her shoulders, and you'd bet she had some Italian heritage, which just meant she had a great hourglass figure.

Your favorite trick was to run on the treadmill next to them with your ear buds in as if you were listening to music or something, not paying them any attention directly, but in reality you had it turned off, and you just listened. Apparently this particular woman was more than a little fed up with her husband. The dolt refused to do anything around the house, refused to lose weight with her even though he had a gym membership as well, and the best part was he had a porn addiction and their sex life suffered greatly from it. The things women talk about together never ceases to amaze you. All the tells were there. He was neglecting her in favor of porn, something you couldn't wrap your head around given how she looked, he was neglecting being a good partner to her in general with helping around the house, and she was fed up enough to voice her opinion about it to her friends while in public. Your extra-marital affair senses were tingling every time you were near her, and if you weren't going to be the one then it was going to happen with someone else anyways.

The night wound down and you all said your goodbyes and you walked the short distance to your apartment to sleep off the night's fun. Tomorrow you'd be going to the gym and seeing if there was a chance with this woman or not. You knew just by complimenting her in a non-creepy way would be a good opener, and then after that just showing interest in her would likely get you the rest of the way. Bonus points if you could get her to complain about her husband. In the shower you jerked off thinking about how fun her body looked, and that pretty much cemented your resolve. Tomorrow you'd see if there was any interest on her side of it. Slipping under your covers you fantasized about her as you drifted off to sleep.