Homecoming

by Lexi Archer

  Homecoming

  Lexi Archer

  Contents

  1. Homecoming

  2. Home Gym

  3. New Digs

  4. Back in the Saddle

  5. Fantasy

  6. Pre Workout

  7. Stewing

  8. Sneaking

  9. Caught

  10. History Lesson

  11. New Obsession

  12. Shame

  13. Awkward Questions

  14. Heavy Petting

  15. Not So Stupid

  16. Confession

  17. Couples Exercise

  18. Doing It

  19. Clearing Out

  20. Cool With It

  21. No

  22. The Show

  23. Squatting

  24. Transgressions

  25. Reclaiming

  26. Husband and Wife

  27. To Be Continued?

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, January 2019

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  1

  Homecoming

  “Here we are!” Stacy chirped. “Beautiful downtown Jeffersonville!”

  I looked around at the place. She might call the place a downtown, but it didn’t look like any downtown I’d ever encountered. Like we were talking there were a bunch of old brick buildings that looked like they’d been built at the turn of the last century and then hadn’t had much in the way of maintenance ever since.

  Even as we drove by I thought I saw a brick fall off the top of one of those buildings. There were also giant holes in what passed for the skyline around here where there’d clearly been buildings once upon a time, and they’d long since collapsed and been loaded onto dump trucks.

  I sighed. Not that the skyline was much of a skyline. None of the buildings around here went up past the third floor.

  “I can’t believe we have to come back here,” I said.

  Stacy reached out and wrapped a hand around mine.

  “Come on John,” she said. “It’s not like it’s all that bad. We have a place we can stay, and that’s all that really matters right?”

  “Yeah, I suppose so,” I muttered under my breath.

  I looked at all the signs out in the buildings that were occupied in the town square. There were places that were hiring, but I was willing to bet that none of them were hiring at the rate I’d been getting paid back before we got laid off.

  “Oh my God!” Stacy said. “Look at that car! I swear, it’s like this place is in a time warp or something!”

  I peered out the windshield and found myself looking at something straight out of an old ‘50s movie or something. A car made of pure steel with wings and everything. Like it was the kind of car that looked like it might come to life and start running down my enemies or something.

  “Yeah, it’s something,” I muttered.

  “They always have a huge car show in the middle of July around here, and a lot of people show up with their old rides.”

  “Is it really a classic car show if it’s just Cletus showing up in the car he’s been driving since he got his license right after the big war?” I asked, grinning.

  I didn’t hear a response from my wife. I turned to face her, and she had her arms crossed under her breasts and was glaring at me. I knew on an instinctual level that the glare was a bad thing, I think all husbands understand glares like that are bad from the first time they find themselves the victim of one as married men, but I couldn’t understand why she’d be so annoyed.

  “What?” I asked. “Was it something I said?”

  “Look,” she said, clipping off her words like she did when she got good and pissed off. “I understand that this is less than ideal for you, but this is the place where I grew up and I have a lot of good memories. I’d ask that you don’t make what’s already a bad situation worse with your grousing mister.”

  I sighed. Sure on the one hand it sucked to be moving back to a place where we were going to be living off of her parents’ generosity, but on the other hand she was right. At least we had her parents’ generosity to fall back on.

  I knew plenty of people who didn’t even have that. We weren’t going to be in a homeless shelter or anything like that.

  Even if it did feel like I’d been given a life sentence to Mayberry.

  “You’re right honey,” I said, reaching out and giving her leg a squeeze. “And I should be more thankful for what we have. After all, it’s not everyone who gets to go back home again, right?”

  “Right,” she said, grimacing ever so slightly as she looked out the door. “And remember that you’re not the only one who isn’t exactly thrilled about this.”

  “Right,” I echoed what she’d said. I pulled up to the address that showed up on the GPS, and stared up at the place.

  I was no stranger to living in a walk up or anything like that, but this was a little odd. It looked like we were in one of those old buildings that looked like it was on the verge of falling to pieces, but that couldn’t possibly be the case.

  “This is where your parents are putting us up?” I asked.

  The whole thing had a sort of charm to it. There was something about the stone construction from the turn of the last century when this had briefly been a boomtown that was quaint and interesting, but I wasn’t sure if it was the kind of place I would choose to live.

  Then again I had to remind myself that we weren’t exactly choosing to live here. I’d lost my job, and Stacy was making enough from her freelance design work that she could support us.

  As long as we moved back home and had her parents footing our place of living. Damn it.

  I sighed and looked up at the place that was going to be our home. Or rather at the place that our home was going to be over. It looked like the bottom floor was some sort of gym or something.

  “Well that’s something you don’t see in the middle of small town America all that often,” I said.

  “What are you talking about?” Stacy asked. “People have to exercise around here, right? Why would you be so surprised that there’s a gym around making that easier on them?”

  I thought about that. I guess when you got down to it, it was a little weird that I would think it was odd. Then I looked around the town square, we were right on the thing but it was sleepy enough that I didn’t think it was going to be much of a problem, and I realized exactly what it was that had me thinking it was a little odd to see a gym out here of all places.

  “I mean look around Stacy,” I said, nodding to an older lady who looked like a single one of her buttcheeks was about the same size as my wife’s entire ass, and then some. “It’s not like the people around here look like they’re all that health conscious to begin with.”

  “It’s all that home cooking,” she said. “Now come on. My parents rent out the first floor of this place, but the entrance to the second floor is in the back.”

  2

  Home Gym

  “So we just walk through here to get to our new place?” I said, not sure that I cared for that.

  She shrugged. “There used to be a way to get up there once upon a time. All these buildings were connected through the top levels and the basements
and old timey people would walk around and shop and stuff, but a lot of that stuff has been walled off in the years since. Which means if we want to get in there then we have to go through the first level.”

  “It just seems a little weird, is all,” I said, looking around at the place.

  But I went ahead and followed her in. She opened the front door like she owned the place. Which, in some small way, I suppose she did. At the very least if her parents didn’t sell the place between now and when they eventually kicked the bucket then this property would become hers rather than a place she was renting.

  I used to always laugh at the idea of us owning property in a place like this, but I wasn’t the one laughing now. Not now that we were stuck living here.

  “Are you sure the owner is going to be okay with this?” I asked. “I mean I know it’s one thing for your parents to own the place, but it feels like it’s another thing entirely to just wander in here.”

  “Stacy! Is that you?”

  Stacy turned and blushed. The voice was male, and deep. The kind of voice that sounds like it should belong to an Austrian bodybuilder or something. It was the kind of voice that had my hackles raised because of how familiar it sounded.

  I turned and fond myself staring at a guy who was about as muscular as that aforementioned Platonic ideal of an Austrian bodybuilder. The guy was built, that was for damn sure, and the way he looked my wife up and down said he wouldn’t mind pressing her a few times, if you catch my drift.

  “Arnie?” she said. “Is that really you?”

  My eyebrows shot for the ceiling. The guy was seriously named Arnie? I coughed a little laugh which earned me a sharp look from my wife.

  “What’s so funny, mister?” she asked.

  “The bodybuilder is named Arnie,” I said. “It’s like fate or something.”

  The guy grinned as he walked over and offered my wife a hand. A hand, I might add, that quickly turned into him pulling her in for a hug that was entirely too familiar for my comfort. Not that he seemed to give a damn that I was standing right here watching the two of them hug like they were old friends.

  I found myself hoping this dude was gay, but from the way he was pressing that muscled body into my wife I got the feeling that wish was so much wishful thinking. Damn.

  I also felt something else just a touch weird. It was like there was jealousy at my wife hugging this guy like that, sure, but there was something else buried inside me. Something that liked the thought of her hugging this guy this up close and personal. And that part of me was roaring like it wanted to be let loose, but I had no fucking intention of even beginning to interrogate what the hell that meant.

  When they broke the hug the guy, Arnie, held out a hand for me.

  “You’re actually not that far off man,” he said, grinning from a too-handsome face that was framed by a mop of dark hair that was probably meant to look like he didn’t spend all that time worrying about his hairstyling while also at the same time likely spending hours in the mornings agonizing over every strand of hair and how it looked in the mirror before he headed out.

  “I’m not?” I asked.

  “Nah,” he said. “My name’s actually Matt, but everyone called me Arnold back in high school because of all the time I spent in the weight room. Eventually that was shortened to Arnie, and here we are! You know how it is man.”

  “Right,” I said, looking between this guy and my wife, and seriously wondering if there was some kind of past between the two of them.

  It wasn’t a conversation we’d ever really had. It was the kind of thing that’d never interested me before. I figured she had her past and I had mine, and I didn’t really need to worry about what’s happened in that past as long as her present involved being with me.

  Until now. No, now as I stared between her and this other guy I found myself seriously wondering what the hell was going on here. I found myself seriously wondering if these two had a past. And I wondered how many guys around here she might have a past with.

  There was something odd about that feeling too. Sure there was a time when that would’ve pissed me off thinking about her hanging out with some guys she’d been with before, but as I looked at her hugging this Arnie dude I found myself feeling something a little different.

  I was curious. I wondered how far she would take things. I wondered if there was even a need to worry about her getting with another guy, or if she’d stay faithful to me.

  More than anything I found myself wondering what the fuck was wrong with me that I was thinking about my wife getting with another guy in the first place, and what the fuck was wrong with me that I was getting more turned on by that thought than anything.

  “Right,” I said. “So we’re going to have to come through here whenever we want to go home?”

  “Something like that,” Arnie said, stepping away from Stacy. Though there was something about the way he kept running his hand along her body as he pulled away from the hug that left me thinking this guy was way more interested in my wife than he let on.

  Now why the hell was that making my cock get just a little hard? Again I found myself wondering exactly what the fuck was wrong with me that I kept thinking like this.

  “Don’t worry about it though,” Arnie said. “There are people who live like that in a couple of these buildings. It’s not a big deal. I know I can trust Stacy!”

  I noticed he didn’t say anything about trusting me, but then again I figured what the fuck ever. I didn’t really care if this walking slab of beef thought he could trust me. All I cared about was getting Stacy alone and finding out if there’d been anything between them!

  “Right,” Stacy said, looking between the two of us with a rather odd expression. “Well this has been a fun reunion and all, but I think it’s time we get up there and check out the new digs.”

  So I followed my wife through the gym to a door in the back that led to another door that opened onto a back staircase that ran up the back of the building.

  But I couldn’t get the thought of my wife getting up close and personal and hugging that guy out of my head! What the fuck was wrong with me?

  3

  New Digs

  “Huh,” I said. “This place is actually surprisingly nice.”

  “You’re telling me,” Stacy said, looking around the place. “Like if you had any idea what this place used to look like you’d be astonished.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Well this whole place used to be down to the supports in the walls. There was no insulation, no nothing. I know because my parents dragged me up here all the time when they were busy renovating the place.”

  “Huh,” I said, looking around.

  I had to admit that the place really was a lot nicer than I’d expected when I heard we were going to be staying in an apartment that was over a bunch of businesses. Though I felt better knowing that the business we were going to be staying over was a gym, and not like an office or something where I’d have to worry about keeping things down.

  From the sounds of people working out in that gym down below and the loud music that’d been playing while we were in there, it didn’t seem like it was that big of a deal if we were a little noisy up here.

  Also? This was way more space than I ever would’ve anticipated.

  “This place has to be, what? Three thousand square feet? More?” I asked.

  “Probably more,” Stacy said. “My parents said this place used to be a bunch of apartments that were divided up in the sixties and seventies. Like three full apartment units.”

  “So why didn’t they do that again?” I asked.

  “Because it turns out there aren’t many people wanting to rent around here,” she said with a shrug. “And it turns out it was more trouble than it was worth to try and rent out to people on the upper levels when all they really had to do was rent the first level to businesses to make a good amount of money.”

  “Huh,” I said. It was an interesting le
sson on the economy of real estate in small town America in this day and age. I’m sure fifty years ago a place like this would’ve been a hopping real estate market.

  Now we could have what amounted to a low level palace on a second floor apartment for practically nothing because her parents could only give it away.

  Stil, the digs were pretty nice. Even if it wasn’t the first choice I might’ve had for a place to live. I walked through a hall that ran along one side of the place, with rooms and alcoves that’d obviously been apartments once upon a time. I stopped to look in on one that’d clearly never been updated since at least the ‘60s. It was weird looking in at the place. Like the people had left and then the only thing inhabiting the place were the dust bunnies.

  “Weird,” I muttered, and kept going.

  Eventually I reached the front of the building. It looked out over the town square. Admittedly there wasn’t much to look at, unless old buildings were your thing, but it was still a nice bit of scenery. If I looked at it just right, and ignored the fact that there was nothing but open sky in the distance and not the skyline of a larger city, then I could almost feel like I was home.

  I felt someone come up behind me. That would be Stacy, of course. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body against mine.