chapter 1

Amy Powell's life was going swimmingly thus far. At 32 years old she was slim, attractive, and a recent newlywed. And to add to that list she had just, in the past week, landed the job of her dreams, having taken up a senior management position as Lead Fitness Instructor at her local gym. She absolutely adored her job. It meant she got to ogle her overweight clients all day long, floundering about the place trying to sweat away their greedily accumulated pounds.

It seemed like her big 'life plan' couldn't be going any more perfectly. 'Well, almost perfectly ...,' thought Amy as she was driving home that night from work, eager to see her new husband, James, who at 35 years old, was only a few years her senior.

James was indeed quite the catch mused Amy as she pulled into the driveway of the young couple's new suburban home. Tall, dark and handsome, he was a visiting professor at the town's University. He had caused quite a stir amongst the town's female population when he first arrived on the dating scene there a little over 3 years ago. He was quite bookish in nature, but he had a subtle air of confidence, which drew women to him like a moth to a flame. Intelligent, caring, well-travelled, worldly, and well read; an almost perfect catch mused Amy further. And despite her initial efforts to play hard to get, she had succumbed quite quickly to his innumerable charms. But he was not fat - the only flaw - as far as Amy could see. If he only gained a few pounds he'd be the perfect husband; her very own 'Mr Right'.

'Hi honey!!' announced Amy as she opened the front door.

'Hey there "Mrs" Powell,' came the reply from the kitchen, where James was busily preparing their evening meal. 'It's nearly ready,' he added as Amy entered the kitchen. She walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before dropping her kit bag next to the washer.

'Mmm, that smells good ... ... Mr Professor'.

James smiled and turned down the stove a little so he could paw playfully at his young wife with his masculine hands.

'Of course it does Amy, but not as good as you do!' said James, winking provocatively at his attractive young wife as he drew her into a tight embrace; enveloping her with his muscular arms and snorting jokingly at her hair.

Her husband's advances caught Amy by surprise - he always managed it somehow - and tonight she decided to reward this particular effort with a come-hither look that reeled the boy in for a long-lingering kiss that lasted just long enough; perhaps long enough to indicate that she might allow more - if - he played his cards right. James was by now well accustomed to his wife's subtle signals, and as he quickly read her intentions he moved his hands southwards to grab lustfully at her pert bottom, lifting her slightly off her feet. Amy inhaled sharply as her husband man-handled her toned body like this, his hands squeezing it free of all the day's tension.

'Hey cheeky!' giggled Amy, feigning protest as she brigaded her husband's roaming hands back up to above her waif-like waist. But being given the freedom to enjoy his wife's young curves spurred James's advances further, and he continued to slowly push her up against the kitchen worktop, step-by-step, blocking her path of escape. He whispered lustily in her ear in between a flurry of tender kisses,

'I think...'

'I ...'

'Want ...'

'You ... '

'For dinner ... ...'

'... "Mrs" Powell'.

Amy's heart skipped a beat, and as she felt James's large erection brush against her, her cheeks flushed. She looked up at him coyly, trying to resist becoming lost in his deep, dark blue eyes - his rugged good looks now as potent in this moment as they ever were.

'Well then, ... "Professor" Powell,' she whispered in reply, as she took her husband's hands in hers, 'I guess you'd better turn that stove down just a little bit more!' And with that she winked at James as she clicked the stove off herself, and led him out of the kitchen by the hand and up the stairs for one final 'workout' of her day. Her 'home work-out' as she liked to call it.

Yes indeed, life as 'Lead Fitness Instructor' certainly had its perks. It gave her a body to die for and an incredible stamina that kept the newlywed's love life on an ever upward trajectory during those first few blissful months of matrimony.

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