When I married Annette I was the happiest man in the world. Annette was a stunningly statuesque five foot ten inch brunette who worked in the typing pool. She turned every guy's head as she walked down a corridor. The hypnotizing sway of tight buttocks and a firm bust with just a hint of nipple showing through her blouse; she knew how to turn out to attract the kind of man who could afford to keep her in style. Her dress was never so short as to be vulgar but showed off her super model legs perfectly. Black patent high heels completed her allure, looking back now I realize that deep down inside I really wanted to submit to this raven-haired beauty.... I guess I always sensed that as a twenty year old secretary she was potentially a gold digger marrying me, a 35 year old executive. But I believed she meant what she said when she said our love would grow even though it became painfully obvious that sexually I was not able to satisfy her. When we made love she would just lie there passively. Finally, one day she told me that although she still wanted to be close to me she could not tolerate penetration any more. I decided the best thing to do was to go along with this and hope for a change for the better; whatever happened I must not loose her. I just increased her allowance and tried to reassure her that everything would be all right and that I would do anything to keep her happy. Weeks later one night, over dinner, Annette suddenly asked me if I meant what I said about doing anything to keep her happy. Of course I said I did. She replied.... "Well, I have decided to start fitness training but with a personal trainer" "You will pay wont you darling" Naturally I said I would, writing out a check. Annette seemed very happy with me and kissed me gently on the cheek. I was over the moon! Surely personal fitness training was the ideal way for her to relax, perhaps it would also be beneficial to our sex life. Every other evening Jemima, Annette's work colleague would drive up to the house and collect her. One evening as a surprise I decided to collect Annette from training and take her for a surprise meal. I was shocked when I arrived at the fitness center. It was definitely on the wrong side of the tracks. I was really nervous. There were several huge black guys working out with heavy weights on bodybuilding machines. There was a musky smell that I supposed was unique to big black men. My casual enquiry to one of these gentlemen who must have been at least six foot six brought forth a smile that was mainly of gold teeth that complemented the gold chains adorning his hugely muscled body. His biceps alone were twice as thick as my thighs. "White chix, yeah sure, but white wimp husbands aren't allowed in the gym you know that asshole." His tone really scared me, I just turned and went, my head was spinning. Maybe I didn't recall the address correctly. Annette would never frequent a place like this. I could hear the black guy's snarling laughter as I headed for my car. That evening Annette arrived home from training, her face was flushed red and she seemed quite excited, unlike her usual cool calm demeanor. Quite unexpectedly after dinner she expressed a desire to go to bed with me.

...To be continued