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California Sunshine (30 April 2008)

Wanda and I went to school together in a little town in the middle of nowhere. Basically, the only jobs in town were in small, family run businesses or in the big factory. Either way, the local job market was a one way ticket to oblivion.

Wanda was the prettiest girl in town and I was an average looking guy. I never would have had a chance at Wanda except for a dream we shared. We both wanted out of town. We would go anywhere there was a chance to be something other than a wage slave on a treadmill to nowhere.

We both graduated from high school at age 17 and then hit the local junior college. We both did well, but our families wanted us to 'help out a little.' Translation, drop out of school and get a job. There was to be no educational help from our families.

Wanda and I each had a scholarship. We had passed up the union scholarship from the factory since it was nothing more than a slave contract. Neither of us could make it alone, but if we combined our scholarships we could get through college. Since each of us was now 18, nobody could stop us. We got married and continued with our educations.

We then work hard for three more years worth of classes. Maybe too hard. The bright, sparkling Wanda I married ages at least ten years in the next three. She goes from the slim, sexy girl I had married to a fat, flabby middle-aged drudge. I try to bring the subject up once or twice, but it is worse than just no use.

Just before we both graduate, we interview at Aardvark Creations, some sort of trendy West coast outfit that offers good salaries and an interesting stock option plan. We both get a job offer from Aardvark Creations. I can't believe our luck and frankly wonder how fat Wanda has managed to make it through the interview. [I never say a word to anyone.]

We graduate from college and go to the West coast. We rent a house in a sort of an Aardvark Creations company compound not too far from the beach. It is a damn good thing that we have the company compound help. If the West coast beaches are golden sand, the real estate people think the rest of the state is made of gold, at least judging by the prices.

We get settled in with our college junk and a few rental pieces. Sunday night we try to go for a little walk down to the beach. We make it less than two blocks before Wanda turns us around and back home we go.

When we get home, I ask, "What is the matter?"

Wanda tells me, "I just can't go out there looking the way I do." Wanda rattles on for a while wanting to know things like, "Why didn't you tell me, Wally?"

I tell her, "I did."

Wanda then asks the same question again and again.

I finally realize that she is asking the question of herself, not me.

After Wanda's realization, she and I start to run and work out in the community center.

The situation is a laugh, or it would have been a laugh if it would not have cost me a divorce. The Wanda type girls wear sweat suits or big floppy shirts. The West coast girls wear as little as they can get away with and not pop out of their workout outfits.

Wanda knew she was out of shape.

I figured that I was in pretty good shape. It turns out that 'good shape' at Aardvark Creations means something like the cover of Big Muscles Magazine.

It takes a while, but Wanda works up to the 'Ladies Intermediate Body Sculpting Class' and I began to work out with the guys the studs just laugh at instead of averting their gaze as they walk past.

Our day work is going well and we were each on track for promotions.

I am involved in the business end of the Aardvark Creations operation. What I do is a little bit sales, a little bit accounting and a little bit supervision.

Wanda is involved in the design department at Aardvark Creations. The design department is the most important operation at Aardvark Creations. The designs are what Aardvark Creations is about and the entire company revolves around the design department. Wanda's design skills are why she was hired by Aardvark Creations, despite her flab.

The night work outs are tough, and get steadily tougher. However, Wanda and I are both making visible progress.

One night, one of the studs finally tells me that I am beginning to make some progress. He also tells me, "Once your wife gets into some sort of shape, you can join the community."

I have noticed that our circle of acquaintances consists exclusively of couples where at least the woman looks like the tire company blimp.

I rather cautiously bring the matter up with Wanda. She tells me, "We can't really expect to fit in at Aardvark Creations until we are extremely fit." Wanda also tells me, "I have seen the review sheets and both of us are making progress. We can expect to begin to slim down enough to move up in the company within a couple of months."

I asked, "Do you mean that our chances for promotion rest on the condition of our bodies?"

Wanda doesn't answer right away, but when she does, her answer is, "Yes. We are good workers but until we look good, we can't really expect promotions." Wanda also tells me, "A couple of the girls have told me that I am making progress, but that I need to lose the 'fat girl' outfit."

Wanda then goes shopping for a 'thin girl' outfit. The thin girl outfit consists of some sort of workout bra and a very tiny pair of shorts. In fact, the shorts are so small that Wanda won't fit into them until she shaves her 'bikini area.'

Wanda and I have not had a lot of sex in the past few months. First, it was because Wanda was too fat and flabby to be much of an attraction and she was also too listless to want sex. Second it was because Wanda was always too tired after her workout.

Now, Wanda wants me to help her shave her 'bikini area.'

I, of course, am glad to help Wanda shave her pussy area and I get so aroused that I fuck Wanda twice in the process. Since both of us are now getting into physical condition, both fucks are dynamite!

Wanda is an active and willing participant to the fuck. Instead of just lying there, she wants all of me inside her.

The fuck turns out to be a sort of struggle to see who can get the most out of a newly developed body. The struggle ends in a tie as I shoot my cum into Wanda as she lets the whole damn neighborhood know she has climaxed.

As they say, the other shoe drops when Wanda tells me afterward that she is on some sort of 'seasonal' birth control pills and will only have her period four times a year. However, I will have to wear a condom when we 'have company.'

I ask Wanda, "What in the hell do you meant by 'have company?'"

Wanda explains to me, in words of one syllable or less, "All of the hard bodies at Aardvark Creations like to see how the other guys are doing and there are little 'social exchanges.'"

I cautiously asked Wanda, "Are you referring to partner swaps?"

Wanda looks at me defiantly and says, "Yes."

It hits me like a hammer. Instead of having a fat, frumpy drudge wife to myself, I will have to share a hot, sexy young hard body. Now, on the upside, I will get to try other hot, sexy young female hard bodies with my new hard, sexy young body while my newly hot wife tries another hard, sexy young male body. Of course, I will also get to have a hot sexy young wife instead of the fat, frumpy drudge wife I have back when we are not sharing. On the downside . . . [If you can see a real downside here, please contact me and let me know!]

The next night Wanda models a g-string that is the next step beyond the micro shorts of the previous night. The g-string looks like something a burlesque dancer might wear, only smaller and with a thong back. Not only do we fuck, but Wanda gets on top and rides me until we just barely hit a joint climax before Wanda sort of collapses due to exhaustion.

I ease Wanda down onto the bed and suck her tits until she is aroused again. I then mount her and fuck her into screaming submission.

After a couple more weeks, Wanda and I have our first partner swap.

Amy, the lady who leads the dance-exercise program that Wanda uses, and Alvin, her husband/boy friend, come over and I get to fuck Amy while Alvin fucks Wanda. The other couple are both body-builder types and have incredibly well defined, muscular bodies.

Amy is strong and incredibly active. She seemingly tries to capture my cock with her internal muscles. I manage to drive my hard cock past her internal muscles and she comes to a climax and then I pump until her increasingly frantic gyrations bring us to a shattering mutual climax.

Alvin pumps Wanda until he cums.

Wanda later claims she did not climax.

That night, after the others leave, Wanda wants to know, "How was Amy?"

I tell Wanda, "I never really expected to fuck anything that did not have tits. If you are planning to slim down to the point that you no longer have tits, you are due for a major spanking."

Wanda cuddles to me and says, "I like having tits and if you suck them just right, you can fuck me into line, instead of spanking me."

I suck on Wanda's tits until she begs for cock and then I give her all of my hard rod.

Over the next couple of weeks, Wanda and I run each night. Wanda wears her workout bra and her tiny g-string. Wanda looks so damn hot I want to throw her down on the grass and fuck her right there. From the looks we get, the other couples where the lady also wears a g-string while running apparently also think that we have arrived.

Wanda has some discussions with other ladies, as is the etiquette at Aardvark Creations. Wanda points out another lady to me at a workout and I am OK with the selection.

Friday, the other couple comes over. The other lady is wearing a slip that is so low cut that I can see her aureoles above the fabric and damn near see her pussy below the fabric. Wanda wears a see-through nightie with a tiny g-string. On the whole, I suspect that the other lady is showing at least as much as Wanda, especially considering that the slip is very thin, skin tight silk and the other lady is wearing no underwear at all.

We have a little conversation before the swapping begins in earnest. It turns out that walking around nude in public is forbidden. However, a lady can come close!

It is also a sort of unwritten rule that you stay in your own class as far as swapping is concerned. The class of an Aardvark Creations employee is determined by where he/she lives. After our initiation by Amy and Alvin, we and our guests live in the 'newbie' section. If we get promoted, we will move into the 'employee' section. Apparently, each level has its own rules and regulations.

The other couple have been at Aardvark Creations longer than Wanda and I and know most of the rules. It is not necessary, under the rules to swap, certainly not! However, new employees who fail to shape up and swap never seem to last. It is rumored that Aardvark Creations is based upon wild parties and that the permanent employees are expected to share their bodies at customer parties.

Although we are not at a company party, we begin to share. The other guy has begun to slip his fingers into Wanda's g-string and I ease my hand up the other lady's dress. She doesn't wear any panties, but she does have a very wet pussy. I want to take her into our bedroom and find out what she feels like inside, but she leads me to a chair and tells me to strip. She watches while I strip and then whips her slip over her head. She poses briefly and and then pushes me back into the chair. She then impales herself on my raging hard-on. She rocks back and forth in my lap as I hold her. I can't believe the sensation of her internal muscles! The tightness of her hold and the rocking motion begin to heat both of us up. I get into rhythm with her and each motion is like a cock thrust into her pussy. She works along the top of her pussy with her fingers and when she climaxes, I am pulled right along!

Wanda and her boy are a little slower, mainly because he has to coach her a bit in the new style of fucking.

Afterward, we have drinks, as both ladies remain nude. Each lady has a towel to sit on so that she won't stain the furniture. We have a pretty much normal social conversation except for a few tips on the Aardvark Creations ways of sex.

After a time, both of the ladies sucks the condom-clad cock of her 'date.' Apparently the Aardvark Creations way includes safe sex.

After the cock sucking, the ladies get dressed, if you can call what they are wearing dressed. There is a little more chitchat and then the other couple leaves.

After the other couple leaves, I realize that I never knew the name of either the lady or of the guy. It would appear that Wanda and I are becoming veteran Aardvark Creations employees.

The only real problem is that Wanda wants to know, "What did you think of the other lady's breasts?"

I tell her, "My reaction to the tits of a lady whose name I don't even know is not really important."

Apparently the matter is important to Wanda. She takes me into our bedroom and sucks my cock up hard, after which we have the hottest sex we have ever had. Wanda is more active than she has ever been before and I can feel the new excitement. I get deep into Wanda's pussy with each stroke and I can feel the new action of her internal muscles. Every movement creates exciting friction and, despite my two previous climaxes, I shoot cum deep into Wanda as she climaxes.

As we cuddle before falling asleep, Wanda murmurs that we will be going to the beach in the morning.

I had forgotten about the beach that is only a few blocks away!

The last thing Wanda says, "By the way, my new bathing suit doesn't have a top, nor do any of the other lady's suits. You are not to stare at any lady's tits but mine!"

It seems that we are to move further into the California sunshine life.

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