My affair with Jim...

So... I think my wife has started to catch on. 

It started out innocently enough.  After dinner, I'd get dressed up (dressed down?) and tell my wife I was going out.  Wouldn't be long.  Just going to see Jim.  It's become a regular thing.  Kinda seriously, actually.  Found myself  coming home later and later.

I went to see Jim the other day, and he wasn't available at the usual time.  The holidays tend to mess with Jim's schedule.  I left really disappointed, and distinctly unsatisfied.

Of course, I usually come back sweaty after seeing Jim.  Hair is usually a mess.  Sometimes I'm sore.  Oh, the days I came back sore were SOOOO good.  Hell, sometimes, there would be bruises.  I swear, it was my decision, not Jim's.  Jim is always ready for whatever I want to do.   Talk about stamina.  Oh yeah baby.

I think my wife has noticed that I don't tend to have much energy after going to see Jim.  I suppose I get carried away sometimes.  I can't help it though - Jim just gets me all hot and bothered, and then leaves me feeling totally drained but oh-so-good.  Harder... faster... longer.   You should SEE some of the toys and equipment Jim has.  Goddammit.

But I think what finally did it was me leaving my wedding ring behind.  Oops.  I swear, I just didn't want to damage it or lose it.  Still... I forgot to put it back on.  This is horrible.

Oh gym Jim, I wish I knew how to quit you.

No I don't.