Chapter 7 - strategies

“What’re all these?” laughed Martin, as he opened the kitchen cupboard, looking for a bowl to put their popcorn in. Inside were several different brands of protein products, each one decorated with pictures of hard-looking men, all bronzed-up with muscles bursting through their chests and arms.

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Those are all Vincent’s,” she explained, waving the sight of them away. “As I told you, the man has always been very particular about all that stuff since I met him.” She then hunched over and gurned, pretending to be Vincent, stretching some great muscles in a bodybuilding contest and groaning with the supposed effort.

Martin laughed at Jenny’s display; she really did know how to make body-building look completely ridiculous. “Geez! He goes to town, doesn’t he?" Martin pointed, looking back on it all. “I just couldn’t be bothered,” he smiled, knowing that Jenny liked his disapproval of Vincent’s quest for body perfection. “What a waste of perfectly good time! What does it even matter if a guy has a little tummy on him?” he asked, rubbing his own middle with what he hoped was a little fondness.

Jenny smiled. She loved this hedonistic, carefree attitude of Martin’s. “Exactly!” she nodded, leaning in to Martin and kissing him sweetly, just as she always did whenever Martin said the right things.

“Why don’t we order in some Chinese?” Martin suggested a little later on. It was nearing midnight and their movie had just ended.

“Now?” Jenny replied with an excited grin. “You’re still hungry?”

“Yeah,” Martin nodded, lying slightly. He’d somehow been left to eat all the popcorn and snacks himself; plus he’d already taken in more than a few beers; mostly because Vincent couldn’t drink beer when he was training, and Jenny liked the smell of it on a guy’s breath. “I could eat anything right now,” he boasted, making the best effort to emphasise how different he was to Jenny’s boring, hard-man husband. Whenever he did this just right, he was sure to get Jenny more than aroused. The girl was even quite kinky once she got going; handcuffing Martin to the bed and showing him what pleasure truly meant! She was so energetic between the sheets, liking to be on top. It was the best and, frankly, laziest sex Martin had ever had in his entire life!

Jenny rubbed Martin’s cuddly stomach appreciatively; the way she always did whenever she was getting hopelessly aroused.. “I’ll go get my cell phone then…” she smiled, heading to the kitchen counter.

Martin threw back the rest of his beer and stretched himself out on the sofa, feeling more manly than he ever had in his life. Boy, was he in for a treat when Jenny got him into the bedroom later!