Princess Kris Ch. 01: How it Began

As Beth was walking out, past the front desk, SJ was coming out. SJ had just finished her shift and gave Beth her usual friendly smile. "Another good evening work out, Miss Beth?"

Beth smiled at SJ, "Yes, can't afford to get soft now, can I." they both shared a laugh as they walked out. SJ telling Beth how half the people seem to think it comes from just coming in.

Kris-

After the gym, Kris went shopping. If Sean wanted her to do this, then she wanted to look good doing it and her one set of that famous country singers workout gear line was not going to cut it. Even if her one outfit looked better than anyone else there had. "I deserve two full outfits more," Kris told herself as she shopped at the sporting goods store with the ridiculous name. And soon she had that plus new athletic shoes.

On her way home, Kris picked up a large latte from her local Starbucks, where they knew her by name. Once home she took her bags to the bedroom as she called out to Sean that she was home.

When Sean saw the large drink, he showed his frustration on his face. In his mind he thought, "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

Sean did ask, "Did you work out?" Kris said she did and Sean pushed, "Did you do a circuit or what?"

Kris tried to be vague, but Sean kept pushing until Kris admitted to riding a bike and walking on a treadmill. She could not answer how long or how much distance she got. She watched as Sean just got up and walked into another room, after saying, "What fucking ever, be that way."

When Kris went to bed later, she found Sean already asleep. A trend that seemed to be happening more and more. Then his alarm went off very early. "What is going on?" A tired Kris asked, looking at her phone for the time.

Sean simply said, "I am heading to the gym." Then he added, "to really work out

The Gym, in the morning --

Sean arrived at the gym, feeling more than a bit deflated knowing that Kris was just going through the motions and not really serious about her health or work outs. He tried to put it out of his mind, but Beth had told him to use his emotions as fuel for his work outs. He walked in, said hello to SJ who gave him a warm smile as always. She looked at Sean and simply said, "Get ready!" Puzzled, Sean looked around, hit the locker room, changed and came out ready to train with his new SBD weight belt and Otomix weightlifting shoes. He walked through the circuit room and into the free weight room. He was greeted by his new friends, Bud, Mike (a masters level Champion powerlifter still at the age of 72), Ben and Scott. The typical manly head nod or fist bump usually sufficed.

It was deadlift day...a day that took a lot out of you. He got to the platform and started arranging the bar with 225 lbs. to start. A hooded figure across the gym noticed Sean, seemingly impressed with his dedication at 6:00 AM to be in the gym and making gains. He was already down 10 lbs. from when he first started weight training. The baggy clothed individual seemingly glided across the gym, the normal clanging and banging suddenly stopped. It approached Sean, confident.

"Hey Sean, early morning?" said Beth.

A bit startled, but smiling, Sean stood up from the weights, "Oh you know the usual."

"It's deadlift day!" said Beth

Looking down at the barbell Sean said, "Well it's your program and I'm sticking to it."

"I have to say Sean, it is showing." Beth eyed his legs and shoulders. Could Sean actually be sexy, she thought?!?! Of course, he is sexy, you've masturbated to him and his chair bound cunt wife at least a dozen times since the pub - her inner voice chastised her.

"Are you ready to work?" she said.

"That I am!" Sean tied on his wrist wraps. "What is it now? Six weeks we've been working out in the mornings together?"

"Something like that I suppose," Beth canted her head a bit and all motion in the free weight room stopped. She pulled off her loose hooded pullover revealing a black Born Primitive powerlifting sports bra. Beth's shoulders rippling slightly, her back defined under the low crossed straps along her back. Sean just stared; his eyes drawn to her slender waist. Beth had purposely picked today's reveal for Sean, to give him a little motivation to make a move perhaps she thought? She pulled off her baggy under armor pants, her Born Primitive Integrity Shorts in deep emerald green hugged her ass and thighs. A thin black vertical line on each side accentuating the curves. The waistband fabric crossed into a taper just enough to show her flat stomach and navel. Peeking at Sean as she put on her own lifting belt Beth was more than satisfied, she had her intended effect.

Inside Sean's body was screaming at him to stay under control. Every ounce of his being wanted to be pressed against Beth. His mind tried to compare Beth and Kris only to be wrenched into the reality that there was no comparison at all.

The moment was broken by Mike shouting "FOCUS" as he started his bench press. Beth and Sean worked out hard together. They were both efficient and effective teamed up in the weight room...each wondering how that would translate into the bedroom. As the two departed, protein shakes in hand, SJ smirked and waved to them both saying, "You two stay out of trouble now."

As the doors closed behind them, Beth looked at Sean, hoisted her bag on her shoulder... "Are you ready for round 2?"

Sean smiled excitedly, trying to keep his cool, a mix of anticipation as well as trepidation..." Your place or mine?"

Beth didn't hesitate even a nanosecond, "Yours".

They drove together, parked in the garage. Sean gave Beth a quick tour, not bragging or embellishing, just pointing out things he liked about the house. Beth saw several things that she would change immediately. Kris had little suitable taste in Beth's mind. Sean brought Beth into the master bedroom. Beth made a quick inventory of some useful things in her mind.

Beth turned to Sean, pulled him into her and kissed him. Sean wrapped his arms around Beth's lithe waist, meeting her lips softly at first. Beth knew Sean was a passionate man, one perhaps even of convictions, but she was surprised at how he truly seemed to want her. His hands were still rough from lifting chalk coarse against her skin as he explored her. Sean's tongue finally snaked into Beth's waiting mouth. His arousal now apparent against her pelvis, Beth smiled as she pressed into him.

They broke their kiss, ripping off their clothes...Beth's pullover gone and, on the floor, her bare breasts bathing in the window light. Sean's shirt was gone and his pants were already at his ankles. His thick cock straining against his boxer briefs -- duly noted by Beth.

Sean picked up Beth in one motion, their weight pushing his back into the wall, knocking the wedding picture on the nightstand to the floor. He didn't give a single fuck right now. His mind was focused on this gorgeous woman in front of him, on him. He wanted her, nothing else in this world. The weeks of waiting and today's revelation in the gym of who and what Beth really was and offered created a maze of passion in his head and body.

To Beth's surprise he easily lifted her up and down - rubbing her now wet pussy against her pants, through his boxer briefs on his cock. Sean leaned down, taking Beth's nipple in his mouth. Her hands along his head, he was voracious and Beth's head fell backwards exploding in the sensations her body craved. The heat between them blasted through them, sweat mixing together.

Sean knew Beth was out of his league, but here she was, straddling him. Deep seeded lust crept into his mind and body. His new vigor from working out finally being brought to the test.

Beth pushed Sean back, gaining her footing. She demanded, "Pick up that picture!" while she peeled off her yoga pants. Beth knew herself; she knew what she wanted, and she would get it how she wanted it. Sean clumsily put the picture on the dresser in front of the mirror, pulling down his boxer briefs.

Beth looked at Sean's hard cock, "You're gonna make me fucking cum Sean!" Beth turned, spreading her legs to her comfort, arms extended, bent over, looking straight into the wedding picture on the dresser. "Fuck me!", it was not a request, it was an order. One that surprised Sean as Beth seemed to be taking control.

Sean, already slightly intimidated by Beth, slid his hard cock up and down her wet pussy. Playing, but purposefully...pushing it in, feeling her tense. Sean's hands holding her hips, glancing at the photo, then back to his cock spreading the most perfect pussy he ever felt. He bottomed out inside her.

Beth moaned harder as she pushed back against Sean. He felt so good inside her, but Beth's eyes were locked on the picture next to her. Feeling this good on Sean, yet more importantly knowing he will never ever go back to that cunt Kris in the picture. The thought of Kris' throat in her hand made her body tingle. She felt the deep rush building with each thrust Sean made. Their thighs slamming together nearly in unison.

Sean felt himself shudder at Beth's pussy. He wasn't going to last long with her after not having sex for weeks. "Fuck, she is just so fucking hot!" blaring in his head.

Beth shoved back hard into Sean, forcing him out of her suddenly. Sean stood stunned, until Beth exclaimed, "On the bed, I'm gonna ride your cock in front of that bitch!" Sean seemingly flew on to the bed, holding his cock straight up for this incredible goddess in his bedroom. Beth threw her muscular legs over Sean, mounting him, riding him.... watching herself in the mirror and the full-length mirror in the corner. Her ass in Sean's hands, Beth pushed herself down harder, faster. Feeling Sean's full length, thinking of Kris' face...Beth's hand print still visible on it. Kris' tits bared, her arms and legs tied to a chair being forced to watch her husband get fucked by a superior woman in every way. Not because he had to, but because Sean wanted and needed to. Beth threw her head back, orgasming hard on Sean's cock...her stomach tight, moans filling the house...Sean let loose stream after stream of thick cum. His own grunting echoing.

Beth leaned back, feeling Sean fall from her pussy, their juices streaming into the sheets. Sean ran his hands across Beth's back and shoulders. Kissing her as she fell back into his chest. Beth playfully turned to the side, lying next to Sean, smiling at him.

"I think our little plan is coming together nicely Sean, don't you?", whispered Beth

"Um...yes, I should think so." Sean responded

"I need to get to work, but after you drop me off, you have a few things to do, ok?" Beth beamed

"Name it!" replied Sean

"Ok, first, buy a sturdy high-backed chair for that corner, plenty of gaps...and it must have arms!" demanded Beth

"Second, don't wash the sheets....and finally, I want her favorite outfit!" Beth looking fiendishly at the walk-in closet.

Kris-

At the office, Kris complained to her friend Elaine about no other than Sean. "He is taking this workout crap way too seriously," she told Elaine. Elaine for her part tried to be a good friend and listen but she too had things going on in her life that were not the best.

"I mean, he barely touches me anymore, even if I try to jump him."

Elaine nodded and said, "Think that happens in a lot of relationships."

Kris fumed a moment and added, "I think he is over doing this exercise shit."

"Well, maybe he just wants to try something new. Don't you?"

Kris was too self-absorbed to really listen to whatever Elaine was saying and played it off before moving on in her disagreement with Sean's new direction. "Well yeah, I guess so. I mean he does look like he is getting in a little better shape but honestly, I think I look fine. I think he needs to lighten up on me joining his crusade of fitness."

Elaine hid her eye roll well with a nod, as if any woman would complain about her man looking better. Kris assumed Elaine was agreeing with her. Both women sighed and Kris then got up from Elaine's desk, "Want a cup of coffee? I am getting one for me, if there is any made." Elaine said no, as she really needed to get a report done. She shook her head as Kris left her office and not for the first time thought, "You get away with doing the least around here," even though they had been friends here for three years.

In the break room, Kris ran into the new receptionist and Mary from customer service. Kris could not remember the receptionist's name, not that it mattered to her. Kris overheard the receptionist crying. Something about how her boyfriend was breaking up with her because he wanted to date someone else. Blah blah blah Kris stopped listening. "Maybe if you were better looking," Kris told herself as she headed to her desk.

Finally at her desk, Kris scanned for emails from anyone important and then for those from anyone she has requested information from. Today was rather light and nothing was pressing. So, she called her friend Amanda and rehashed the latest complaints of Sean with her. The main one being the lack of sex. "It has been over two weeks and the last time he fucking made me blow him and Sean just rolled over afterwards. I mean, how is that supposed to work for me?"

Amanda replied, "I thought you found that hot? You told me you rubbed one out."

Kris was not having it, "Well, maybe I did then, but this is bullshit. I mean, I have a hot body. I see the looks I still get. Who does he think he is?"

Amanda made up a meeting quickly, any excuse to get off the phone would do right now. Kris continued her work day still mad at Sean.

Sean-

Sean went chair shopping immediately after parting from Beth. There are three furniture stores within ten miles of his place. The first one had a total of two high back chairs that were not part of a dining table set. One of the dining table sets did have a nice-looking chair but when Sean sent a pic to Beth she replied, "R U serious?" He lied and said he was just showing her an option and again got back "R U serious?"

The next place had no chairs, but the saleswoman tried her best to get him to look at couches and loveseat combos, while trying to not to get him to notice that there were no high back chairs in the store.

The third place was closed much to Sean's frustration. But two doors down was a consignment shop. Sean went in, not expecting much but also thinking he had nothing to lose. The place was neatly kept and a worker directed him to the furniture section, "It is in the back left corner. We do not have much."

Sean made it to the section she had indicated and yes there was not much. One outdoor set or partial set as Sean was sure there should have been a fourth chair and not just three. A couch with a pattern so ugly he was surprised anyone ever bought it to begin with. Then there it was, the chair he was looking for. It was beige, which would still fit color wise. The back was straight and high. The arms and legs were black and flat metal. The metal frame gave the chair a little weight and he liked the way it looked. Plenty of gaps as well. Again, he sent a pic to Beth and this time she approved.

30 minutes later, Sean had it in the bedroom, facing the bed from one corner. After moving his dresser slightly, Sean smiled as he sat in it and looked at the bed.

Kris -

Arriving home, a bit later than the norm, Kris, walked in and said "hello" ....to no answer. She proceeded through the house looking for Sean. She repeatedly called out for Sean to no avail. Finally, she stepped into their bedroom, looking at the sheets and a mess on the bed. The shower in her ears from the ensuite bathroom that Sean renovated. Sean was showering behind the half-length glass and tiled shower he renovated for them once they bought the house. It was one of the things Sean took a great deal of pride in since he did the demolition himself and spared really no expense from the custom cabinets, granite tops, and the heated tile floor. The heated flooring even went into the shower and extended to a granite bench seat that was also heated.

Kris stared at Sean who was singing a song she didn't recognize behind the steam. She did notice the outline, perhaps the gym was paying off more than she thought for Sean. She coughed loudly, "Sean, what's up with the sheets?" Kris sternly said. Sean turned off the water and opened the floor length glass door.

"Oh, you are home, nice to see you too!" Sean said

"What's with the bed?" Kris sheepishly demanded, holding the door open.

"You're letting all of the steam out Kris, and being rude."

"Sean, what's with the bed? There is a stain on the sheet!" Kris' heart began to pound in her chest.

"Well, yeah! I had to take care of things myself," Sean said flatly.

"You know I could have been here and helped..." Sean cut off Kris in mid-sentence.

"You know Kris, we've tried that lately and it hasn't worked out so well, so maybe you should just go to the gym tonight and we can talk about your accusatory tone and lack of respect for me personally later." Sean shut the door in her face and continued singing.

Dejected, Kris got her gym bag and headed to the gym. On the way there, Kris began to fume at Sean. I do everything he wants to do and I don't get to cum...Kris let out a scream in the car as she parked at the gym. Her temper tantrum made the car shake back and forth. Exiting the vehicle Kris slammed her door shut and stomped into the gym.

SJ smiled at two other members of the gym, turned to see Kris coming in full of what could only be described as vinegar mood. SJ smiled and said hello. Kris tried to check in at the electronic reader, only to get the blaring beep back at her three times.

SJ stepped up, "Can I help you?"

Kris snapped "I'm fine!" The card reader finally accepted her barcode, but not before several people turned their heads at Kris' response to SJ. One of those people was the hooded individual in the free weight room.

The hooded person approached SJ and asked if she was alright and held her hand. SJ just smiled and said, "God bless her heart she must be having a rough day at that" and mouthed the word Bitch. Kris took her towel and undressed at her chosen treadmill, turning a few heads here and there. She started it up on low and made a show of her breasts bouncing in her midriff sports bra, scanning the room to catch anyone looking. No one that wasn't over 65 looked at her.

The hooded figure slid between several machines and quietly stood up on the treadmill one down from Kris. The buttons beeped quietly as the hooded figure started a run, slow at the first quarter mile. Then faster the next quarter and faster still at the 1-mile mark. The foot slaps of the half-naked woman one treadmill away filling the cardio section. Step after step the hooded figure seemed to float over the belt.

Kris looked to her right, seeing toned female legs moving effortlessly, her face hidden behind the fabric divider and the hoody. She pushed herself a bit harder, having only reached the half mile mark on her machine. Kris infuriated with Sean kept going, the thoughts of her make up leaving her mind as she began to perspire. Her breathing became ragged and labored. She kept looking at the easy stride of the hidden person, pushing the buttons to make the treadmill move faster. Her breasts bounced heavily in her sports bra. Mascara running down underneath her eyes. It had been 15 minutes since she started running. She pressed the up arrow several times in quick succession...catching her foot out of stride Kris stumbled hard and was sent flying off the treadmill into an elliptical machine with a massive crash.

SJ came running over standing there in a flash, seeing who it was...the rude bitch...KARMA SJ thought. She knelt down and asked if Kris was alright. The hooded figure stepped off her treadmill...pulling off her hoody from the bottom slowly. The gym seemed to stand still. Beth pulled her hair out of her hoody, her stomach smooth and tight, breasts firm, shoulders solid...even the women stared. Beth, not a drop of sweat on her, looked down at Kris, a pathetic sight in her eyes.