Betty stayed with Dora after Eric Jr. had left. The sparring had worked fine. The young man was an excellent opponent. He was willing to try stuff and did his best to challenge her. Dora was quite happy.
"I like him. He's bright enough to understand what we are doing. Most other guys would just have thought that we were mounting a rebellion or just looking for someone to fuck."
Betty winced at the f-word. Dora sighed:
"Oh come on, Betty. You should definitely drop the prude stuff. I mean, you're horny all the time, aren't you?"
Now Betty was really taken aback.
"Who? Me? Whatever gave you that idea?"
The crippled woman gave her a long look. Then she said:
"I've been through this too. The moment you start to train your body, you get urges. It's because you start to feel yourself. Puts you in contact with yourself, if you know what I mean."
The other woman was now blushing up to her ears. She hesitated, then confessed:
"I ... It's true. I miss Walker so much. I want to sleep with him ..."
Dora gave her a strange look Betty found hard to interpret.
As Betty fixed the food for her trainer, she said:
"You know what really annoys me? That Eric Jr. is making so much progress in such a short time."
"Mhm."
"I mean, he never trained for anything, and yet, he's almost at my level. Why is that?"
"It's because you're a woman. It's always an uphill battle."
Betty stared at Dora. The former soldier shrugged:
"I wish it were different. But that's the world we're living in. As long as you stay put, nothing will happen to you. But don't you dare move."
"Oh, don't go all feminist on me. That's not good. People shouldn't do this. It ruins families."
"It does? What about Nancy?"
"That was something different. He was abusing her."
"And you stood up to him."
"That was just the decent thing to do. Also, thank you for bringing that up. I basically killed that man. I feel horrible."
"Betty, no. He killed himself. If you ask me, he was dead long ago. It was just an accident waiting to happen."
She pushed the lone finger of her right hand into Betty's trained chest:
"You can talk all you want, but the moment you started training and taking care of yourself, you were on your way. Do you really think your relationship with Walker is going to stay the same if you're changing?"
"But ... I ... Maybe I don't want to change it."
"Then why are you doing this?"
"I just want to feel better. And right now, you're making me feel bad."
Dora sighed:
"Don't. You're doing great. Going back now would only make it worse."
walker was on the road. It had been weeks and he was still not ready to return home. There was so much to do anyway. Roberts had recently expanded his business, so his trips got more frequent. It was good to have him, even if it was for the best not to ask too many questions. Many trucking companies were holding trials for self-driving vehicles, but with the kind of stuff he was carrying, having a real person around to make sure was paramount.
He drove on, ignoring the attempts of the CB-crowd to lure him into their newest game. Kira had asked him for help and he intended to do so. After all, he was a gentleman. She needed money to get her own business up and running, so he'd provide. Getting her out of the Hawkwind was certainly not a bad thing.
When he talked to her, he sometimes realized just how old he was. She talked of cameras and lighting equipment and licenses for software. He had no idea. He knew how to fix pretty much anything, but this computer stuff was making him uneasy. He knew how to operate the GPS, but sometimes, he longed for the time when he'd navigate using a map. Heck, sometimes he even imagined himself as a bold explorer, a viking, finding his way using only the stars.
He phantasized of returning home after a long voyage, bringing loot home to his wife. The imaginary wife was a mixture of Betty and Kira. She would cook for him the way Betty did, but she'd care for him like Kira.
Yes.
Sometimes he wondered why he shouldn't be allowed two wives. Wouldn't that be great?
Betty grew accustomed to having Eric Jr. around. Their workouts got more intense. Betty had started preparing meals for him too, handing him big cooled boxes of pre-cooked chicken breast, rice and vegetables for his diet. The young man was progressing quickly. Within a few weeks, he had started to put on some mass, his shoulders getting wider and his arms growing stronger. He was beginning to look quite fit, as if some block had been removed. At the same time, Betty was also improving. She had lost enough weight to have a faint six-pack and her butt and thighs were getting really hard now. That her breasts had all but disappeared annoyed her, but she did like the pecs she sported now. She knew that there was still a long way to go, but she loved what she was seeing.
The pair would pose after training, pushing playfully against each other in front of the mirror. The tiny shack was steamy, they were both sweaty, hurting from the hard training and pumped by their amazing progress.
"Wow, Betty, you're really starting to look fit now."
"I know, look at my abs!" She flexed them, turning so that the shade brought them out nicely. "But you're also getting big. I'm a bit jealous: You've been progressing so fast."
"That's just your training. I never would have had the discipline to stick to it. Also, the food helps."
Suddenly, his hand was on her side. He smiled at her, his expression full of admiration.
In the first moment, she wanted to push his hand away, but then, she hesitated. He was young, he was tall and they were very close. Walker had all but disappeared, not even calling her anymore, and she was sooo horny. What else could she do? It wasn't her fault her man was so strange ...
She turned around to face him. He wanted to take off his hand, but she took it and held it firmly against her waist. Her training had returned a bit of her youth and even more. She caressed his arm, then his cheek. She could tell that he was just as horny as she was. It wasn't hard to see, since his cock was beginning to tent his gym pants.
He blushed.
She smiled, pulled him to her face and kissed him. His eyes went wide, he gasped. Oh, what a little darling. This was probably his first kiss from a woman that wasn't his mother. She kissed his lips and he replied awkwardly.
Before they both knew it, they sank to the floor, lying on the training mat they used for stretching exercises. She led him down and down, freeing his cock from his pants. It wasn't as big as Walker's, but it was very hard. He gasped and wanted to do things very quickly. She noticed he had no idea what he was doing. So, instead of making this frustrating for both, she caressed him gently and turned him on his back, climbing on top of him. He stared at her, completely confused.
However, his expression changed as she sank herself on his hard dick.
Without warning, she started riding him hard. She had only ever had sex with Walker, the one time she hid behind the school gym with Nathan Philips excluded. And yet, she was the experienced one. The poor young man was hopelessly caught between her thighs and she grunted and growled as she rubbed herself against his cock, playing with her clit at the same time.
For Eric Jr., the situation was completely insane and also quite awesome. This was literally a porn movie come true: This woman was a kind of fit super-cougar, she had seduced him and now, she was fucking him at full force. From where he was, he could see her abs tighten and release and her tiny boobs jump and twirl. He slipped his hands over her butt and gave it a squeeze. She looked down on him and smiled. He pushed harder, making her gasp.
She increased her speed, breathing quickly as he desperately tried not to cum. He failed miserably as she cried out, dropping down on him and sighing deeply.
Betty looked at the innocent face and felt a little remorse. But then, she was also enjoying herself innocently. It was just good to be with someone once in a while. She extricated himself from him and laid on his side, playing with his thin chest hair.
"I liked that."
He grinned, still completely confused by what just happened. He was speechless. His first time had been incredible. Betty continued:
"We have to do this again ..."
"Tomorrow?"
"Right now."
As he drove back to Marburg, Walker was quite pleased with himself. The deliveries had worked flawlessly and the little side jobs to earn money for Kira went well too. Things were looking up. He'd only have to spend a little time with Betty and then he'd be off again. Kira had given him a phone with which she could send him messages. He hardly knew how the thing worked, but he left it on silent mode and only occasionally checked what she sent him. That was strange about young people today: Back when he was her age, he'd send letters or postcards to Betty on his trips. Sometimes, they even turned up before he came back.
Now, it was just pictures and movies. No more imagination. On the other hand, Kira did leave little to imagination. It was incredible. She'd just send him a film of her squeezing her tits or masturbating. Just thinking of this turned him on incredibly. He regretted that he was old now ... The young ones today might have trouble with their relationships, but they were certainly having fun.
It was so strange: Things he'd never have tried with his wife were normal for Kira. She'd blow him just like that, it wasn't even a big thing. They'd walk in her tiny apartment and she'd kick the door to close it and even while it shut, she'd pull out his cock and suck him. And this wasn't even foreplay. She just liked it that way.
Yes, those young girls really knew how to please a man!
He was taken from his reverie when he noticed a car speeding up to overtake him. The driver made it clear that he was to stop.
It was Shaw, one of Roberts' lieutenants. He greeted Walker with a firm grip and led him a little off the road:
"Hey, Walker. Nice to have you back."
"Shaw. To what do I owe the favor of such a nice reception?"
Roberts usually stayed in the background. Sending a guy like Shaw meant that there was trouble. Walker stealed himself. Getting on Roberts' bad side was a death sentence. The big guy led him out of sight from the street. There were a few other goons waiting there. Walker knew them all. Some were cousins of Roberts, others were local guys without much to do. His business was keeping them all afloat, so they had to make sure everybody was loyal.
Walker nodded to them. The men acknowledged him, some smiling. Was this a good sign?
Shaw breathed out sharply:
"Walker, Roberts sent me to talk to you. He doesn't want to risk your friendship. He doesn't want to fuck up your business relationship. He also told me to tell you that he was sad things have become mixed up, but he likes you and your family and wouldn't want you to have problems."
Walker nodded. The big bald man continued:
"However, he also told me that you've been slacking on your routes. You're taking too long. Got any problems with the GPS?"
Walker hesitated. All these guys knew everybody in the family. They were barely able not to blab out Roberts' business to outsiders. He shrugged:
"I'm sorry. I ... I've been having wife trouble."
"I see. The boss told me as much. Nice to see that you're honest. Since you've been open about this, we're going to go easy on you. But no more slacking, got it?"
Walker nodded and steeled himself against what was to come.
Betty was racing through the house. Everything was nice and clean, the food was steaming on the stove, the kids were done with their homework. She had been super busy. Her bad conscience about Eric Jr. really spurred her on. She had been fucking him non-stop over the last week. The poor guy was amazed. She smiled inwardly as she thought of his poor first girlfriend: Betty certainly had put up his expectations. The young man was getting quite good at this. Their training was paying off. She was having tremendous fun and even sometimes added a second training session when he was gone. It felt so good to get fit. Of course, after pushing herself so hard, she was sore all over, sometimes barely even able to move. She'd relax and just lie around while she recovered. Also, she'd usually feel pretty broken in the morning, but that was nothing a warm bath wouldn't fix.
However, all this came at a price: She was missing the time on her chores. At first, she had only switched up the time she used to spend slacking on the couch for exercise, but now, all this cooking, eating and training was reducing the available time to clean, wash and cook. She wasn't willing to cut any corners yet, so she was really busy.
She slipped into her new dress: It was red. Red! She had never dared to buy one of these. She hadn't even dared try it on at the shop. And now, she smoothed it over her tight body. She had had to alter it a little, giving her a little more space in the back and tightening the waist. Just doing this had turned her on again. She looked at herself in the mirror: Wow. She looked amazing. Her hair was bouncy, her figure was trim and she oozed confidence. A push-up bra gave her reduced boobs a little more oomph!. She wondered what Walker would say.
She checked her make-up one last time. Make-up! At home! That was also something new. The bruise had long since disappeared, but now she wanted to look her best. She heard Walker come up to the door and opened it.
He looked at her and his expression was ... strange.
She shrieked.
"What happened to you?"
She embraced him and led him inside.
"Who did that to you?"
Walker stayed silent. His face was quite swollen, he walked slowly and a little clumsily. The men had roughed him up a little. Shaw had punched him in the stomach and when he doubled over, the others had kicked at him for a while. When they were done, they had helped him up, dusted him off and put his hat back on his head. Shaw had sighed and said:
"No bad feelings."
Walker hadn't said a thing.
And now, at home, there wasn't much he could do either. Betty led him to the table and took off his shoes, his jacket and hat. Then, she checked his bruises and got some ice from the freezer. She was quiet, efficient and careful. The kids came too and helped her.
When she was done cleaning him up, she helped him to his bed, gave him some painkillers and let him rest.
He still hadn't said a thing. For Betty, this was a strange situation: She still liked him. Maybe there was even love. But then again, he shouldn't be having secrets. And then, there were her own ones ...