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New Year's Resolution
Clark resolved to get fitter.
"What about our quality time?" Rox wanted to know.
"Our quality will have more quality, you'll see," said Clark.
One evening Rox followed him into the basement. "My Sharona" was blaring. Clark was on his back, bare-chested, doing sit-ups.
"Aren't you cold?" Rox asked.
"It's invigorating," Clark declared.
"It looks so hard."
"You get used to it," Clark said after a deep breath. "I'm going to go for three sets today. Two more and I'm done."
Halfway to fifty Clark seemed to be struggling.
"Want me to hold your legs?" Rox asked.
"I guess it couldn't hurt."
Quickly Rox stripped off her clothes.
"Why are you...?"
"Incentive," said Rox, and she straddled Clark. "Up boy, up," she barked. "Let me hear you count them off."
"Too hard to count," Clark said.
"Then I'll count, but just to make sure you don't cheat, each time you come to the top you have to kiss my ass."
Clark started fast, but at forty he slowed again. Rox looked back between her legs. "I think I see the problem," she said.
"What?"
"Your dick looks like it's encumbered. Maybe you should let it out."
Clark adjust his shorts so his erection poked through the fly. He quickly finished the next set.
"Good boy," Rox said. "One more set to go. C'mon, you can do it."
"I don't know," Clark gasped.
"Tell you what. We'll divide them into sets of ten, and after each set you get a one minute fuck break."
As it turned out, it took quite a while for Clark to get through all five mini-sets, but neither he nor Rox complained.
"Whew!" Clark said. "That was super great! You're a fantastic personal trainer."
Rox smiled. "Maybe I'll go into business. But you're not done yet, my man. Time for the push-ups."
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
