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Subject: {ASSM} Selection of the Fittest (Bradley Stoke) (MF FF)
Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2003 18:10:03 -0500
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Title: {ASSM} Selection of the Fittest (Bradley Stoke) (MF FF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF FF
Short Summary: Keith discovers that Karen's love for him is compromised.



Story: Selection of the Fittest (3,765 words)

Keith knows he and Karen are a lucky couple. Both have 
the physiques that most other people would envy. Not to 
mention the athletic stamina in their love-making that 
most people could never match . But Keith's views of the 
Selection of the Fittest is challenged when his wife 
introducing him to Fiona. 


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Selection of the Fittest
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Keith and Karen had been hard at it for over an hour now, 
and showing no sign of exhaustion, as a married couple 
shouldn't who were so very much in love with each other. 
But more than that, thought Keith, as his pelvic thrusts 
pushed his erect penis in and out and in and out of Karen's 
muscular vaginal grip, it was practice and exercise that 
made their physical love so successful. After all, if you 
were going to do something, and to do it as regularly as he 
and his wife did, after all their years together, then it was 
only possible if you worked at it.

Keith swivelled round, so that one of Karen's legs was 
behind him and the other hooked out in front, her hands 
clutching the sheets that had mostly been torn off the futon 
and her teeth biting into the pillow. He held her buttocks 
up by his strong hands, her weight supported easily by his 
powerful arms, built up as a result of many hours in the 
gym, pumping with the same relentless rhythm he now 
applied to his coital thrusts. He could see the whole of his 
wife from this angle. And wasn't he a lucky man! Karen 
was a real catch. The other teachers could just stare at them 
with envy whenever the couple sauntered in together into 
the staff room. 

Being a sports teacher, Keith had the advantage that 
keeping himself fit was part of his profession, but Karen, 
well poor Karen, had to keep herself fit in her spare time. 
But she was as dedicated to the body beautiful as Keith, 
and she did a damned good job at it. The trimness and 
athleticism of her waist, the tightness of her abs, the 
strength in her limbs, and that vaginal clasp with which she 
sucked out the life of Keith's prick and simultaneously 
massaged it to life. The ripple of her shoulder, those strong 
biceps, the muscles in her thighs that could wrap around 
Keith's tight, washboard-stomached waist and support her 
body by just the power in her legs. And the feats of 
athleticism, the variety of sexual attitudes, the choice of 
sexual positions, all available only to those who were the 
most vigorous, and denied those who lacked Keith's and 
Karen's physical fitness.

Sometimes, Keith felt sorry for Karen, stuck in the 
classroom all day, teaching French and Spanish and 
German (such a polyglot his wife!) while he could exercise 
and keep trim in the gym and on the playing field. And, 
though he didn't want to divulge this to his wife, enjoy the 
spectacle of the trim physical form of his female students. 
He'd often thought that if it wasn't for Karen, he'd be 
tempted by so much willing teenage flesh. But what lover 
could offer him the rewards that Karen could? What lover 
could have the energy to keep up with him? he wondered 
as he pounded away at his wife's oozing gash

But all things have to come to an end. And so too did the 
lovemaking session they'd began so soon after they'd got 
home from work. There were papers to mark, food to 
prepare and besides Keith wanted an hour's cycle ride 
before dusk to keep his upper thighs and calves in good 
working order. The two of them collapsed in a heap on the 
hard futon, a dribble of semen trickling out of Karen's 
vagina and down her thighs, Keith letting his wife's head 
rest on his shoulder while he idly stroked the tight, hard 
nipples that crowned her rather small to average sized 
breasts: almost the only part of his wife's body for which a 
superlative term was not appropriate.

"So, what is the new intake like, dear?" Karen asked her 
husband.

"Nothing special," Keith grunted, although he was secretly 
taken by many of the girl students, but not he knew for the 
right reasons. That Amelia? well! best that he not share 
his fantasies with his wife. "None of them are Olympics 
material. Put it that way! How about you? What are this 
year's would-be linguists like?"

"The usual. The usual," nodded Karen. "There's one quite 
bright girl though. I think she'll go far. But you'd hate her."

"Hate her?" asked an alarmed Keith. Did Karen suspect his 
lust for students? "Why would I hate her?"

"Well, to say she's not Olympics material would be a gross 
understatement. She is really really fat!"

"Fat! How horrible!" Keith said with genuine disgust. If 
there was one thing he couldn't abide was obesity. How 
could people get themselves so out of shape? Surely, it was 
worth making that extra effort to combat all those surplus 
pounds of useless lard. "She must be the laughing stock of 
the class."

"Well, not quite," Karen admitted. "She might be plump, 
but she's relatively popular. And anyway she's not fat in a 
horrible kind of flabby way?"

"What other kind is there?"

"I don't know," Karen admitted. "But her size doesn't look 
too bad on her. It's strange really. She's got a nice face, big 
friendly cheeks and her eyes sparkle in a really attractive 
kind of way."

"But if she's just a bowl of fat, she must look pretty ghastly 
otherwise," Keith assented.

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" said Karen thoughtfully. 
"And she does have an enormous bosom. And that 
stomach? I mean she doesn't go for outfits that 
deliberately show off the stomach, but it swells out 
anyway. But her skin's a nice kind of ivory, her black hair's 
healthy and well-trimmed and she carries herself 
remarkably gracefully for such a large girl."

"Pah!" snorted Keith. "I just don't see how gross and grace 
can possibly come together. It's like an antonym, isn't it? 
Gross and grace. Fat and fit. Hefty and healthy."

Karen laughed. "I guess you're right. But you don't need to 
worry about her. I don't think she's very likely to do sports 
as an option."

As Keith jumped onto his bike to climb up the nearby 
Caffrey Hill, a strenuous three-in-one at its steepest, his 
mind moved well away from Karen's students, and returned 
once more to his wife. They were so lucky. She to have 
him and, of course, he to have her. The two of them were 
the perfect couple. The zenith of creation. That was what it 
was all about. Okay! It had come as a bit of a shock when 
they discovered that his sperm count was way below what 
it ought to be and that the only way they could have kids 
was if they adopted. But posterity's loss was their gain. His 
genes might not be passed onto the next generation, but at 
least by not getting pregnant, Karen could retain that 
glorious figure of hers for that many extra years to come.

However, the subject of Karen's plump student, Fiona 
(what an effete name!), came up again, and again, in their 
conversations. She was such a very bright girl, Karen 
insisted. She had an almost intuitive grasp of syntax and 
semantics in any language. Karen had never met a student 
with such a keen understanding of the subjunctive, using it 
flawlessly and unprompted in her French lessons. And the 
complexity of German tense, mode and gender were as 
nothing to her. It was difficult to believe that Fiona had 
never learnt a foreign language before. In fact, her mother 
was just a housewife, although she'd been an actress when 
she was younger and her father just worked in an office as 
a systems analyst or database administrator or something. 
She was a natural!

Keith harrumphed. "Why do you keep going on about this 
girl?" he asked over the breakfast table. "Why not invite 
her round if you think so much of her? Give her extra 
tuition?"

If Keith thought his lightly meant sarcasm was going to 
close the subject, he was wrong. Karen's face lit up. She 
ran a hand through her relatively short hair to the crop on 
her neck. "You know. That's not a bad idea at all. Then I 
can coach her for the advanced studies. And perhaps I 
could teach her Turkish or Arabic. Languages not on the 
syllabus."

"Turkish?" wondered Keith. "What bloody good is 
Turkish? I mean? I know you speak it, but you speak 
everything. But why teach Turkish?"

"I'd love to know what Fiona would make of the ablative," 
remarked Karen indulgently.

It wasn't that long until Keith first got to meet Fiona. He 
was home, energised after a school football match where 
his pupils had totally slaughtered the opposition. He was 
on a real high. And the best thing to seal a perfect day 
would be an hour or so of sexual intimacy with his 
favourite woman. His penis was already twitching in 
anticipation. He was almost already relishing that anal grip 
of hers that she was so expert in demonstrating.

But Karen was late, so Keith went down to the gym in the 
basement and worked out on a few weights while waiting. 
Eventually he heard Karen come in, her assured confident 
stride across the kitchen tiles, but there were also voices. 
Shit! No chance for sex just now. Who was the guest?

It was, of course, Fiona, as Keith established, when he'd 
towelled his face dry and made his way up to the kitchen. 
Christ! She was exactly as Karen had described her. If not 
worse! Those breasts were fucking enormous. And her 
stomach was positively obscene. And what was so sweet 
about such a puffy face, even if the folds of fat didn't 
wholly obscure her bright light green eyes and that her 
smile was very broad and sparkling.

"I took your suggestion, Keith, to offer Fee some extra 
tuition. And she just leapt at the opportunity!"

"I did that!" said Fiona gaily. "Mrs King is such a good 
teacher."

"Karen. Please," laughed Keith's wife with an enthusiasm 
he'd not seen in her since that orgasm she'd had which 
made her yell out loud enough it could probably have been 
heard on the next street. "And call my husband Keith."

"Indeed," the sports teacher said, proffering a firm 
handshake. Shit! How long was this girl going to stay? And 
what was this about calling her student 'Fee'? "But I must 
get back to the gym. Stay in shape, you know. Can't let 
myself get out of it, you know."

If Keith's barbed remark was meant to have an immediate 
effect, it clearly failed, as only grins followed him as he 
made his way back to the gym, where almost the first thing 
he did was put on a Ryan Adams CD to accompany his 
work-out. And he turned up the volume just a little louder 
than he normally did.

It was bedtime before Keith finally had sex with his wife 
and it really wasn't as passionate or even as prolonged as 
Keith had hoped. He had no chance to enjoy her anal grip, 
and he'd almost not even released his own semen before 
Karen looked tired of it all. But as they turned over to go to 
bed, it was Fee that Karen was talking about. Fee this. Fee 
that. Fuck Fee! It wasn't as if they were fucking lovers or 
anything.

Of course, even that changed, as Keith was to find out only 
a few months later. 

Fiona became a frequent visitor. Two, three, and then four 
evenings a week for education gratis from his wife. Keith 
had no idea how the two of them could find so much to go 
over. He'd hated languages at school himself. He'd always 
been keener on getting out onto the playing field. And he'd 
put more emphasis on the school prizes he'd got on sports 
day than on any of his academic exam results. 

And Keith noticed, as he really couldn't help noticing, that 
the sex between the Karen and him was really not what it 
had been. It wasn't a sudden change. Just little by little. 
First it didn't last as long. And then it happened less 
frequently. In fact, Keith wasn't sure it was even happening 
at all. Obstacles seemed to get in the way that never used to 
be a problem. Headaches, tiredness, over-work, slight 
chills: the excuses kept coming.

And then, one afternoon, he found he'd forgotten his kit 
and had to go home to pick it up. It was one thing, of 
course, for students to forget their kit. Indeed, Keith quite 
relished devising punishments for these skivers. Physical 
education was an essential part of everyone's total 
education, and to neglect physical exercise was equally as 
bad as neglecting English or Maths. If only the 
examination boards could see it that way. But a teacher 
couldn't commit the same crime, so he jumped into his 
two-litre Astra and drove home as fast as he could. 
However, what he didn't expect to see was his wife's Focus 
on the drive.

"Hey, Karen! What are you doing home?" he shouted, as 
he cheerfully entered the house. "Not sick I hope!"

There was no response. So Keith bound up the stairs and 
flung open the bedroom door expecting to see his wife in 
bed. Perhaps he could get her a cup of Lemon tea or some 
cough medicine. What he did see, however, was Karen 
hurriedly pulling on her slacks, her breasts still uncovered, 
while, a great deal slower than his wife, was Fiona's naked 
and oversize body rummaging around on the floor for a bra 
or a pair of knickers.

"Fucking hell, Karen! What the fuck's going on here?" 
Keith exclaimed, knowing full well what it was. By no 
stretch of the imagination was it necessary to study 
German or even Turkish in the nude.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" Karen pleaded. "I just 
didn't?"

"Just didn't what?" Keith demanded. He stared at Fiona 
who was just covering an enormous breast, with its 
proportionately massive nipple. Her skin was very white. 
Like ivory. No sun had ever touched her skin. And so 
much of it! How could anyone not be just repelled by such 
a sight? He addressed Karen's student with the barking 
authority he used on the sports field. "This isn't the first 
time, is it? How long have you been defiling my wife?"

"Don't call it 'defiling'!" Karen insisted softly, while Fiona 
slowly raised her eyes from the floor where she'd been 
studiously avoiding Keith's gaze and looked in his 
approximate direction.

"For ages now. Weeks, I think."

"What the fuck!" Keith spluttered with rage, totally not 
sure what to do. Staying there would only make things 
worse. Anyway he had sports to go to. "Look. Just get out. 
And don't fucking come back!"

With that he rushed down to the gym in the basement, 
picked up his kit and shot off to work, Dire Straits 
thumping out of his car stereo and helping to further cloud 
his confused thoughts. What was his wife doing? How had 
that fat, obese, gross, flabby, lump of lard managed to? 
managed to?? And how had his wife fallen for it? How 
stupid was she?

Things didn't exactly get back to normal. After a long 
tearful argument, Karen agreed never to see Fiona again 
outside of the classroom and Keith accepted his wife's 
apologies as reluctantly as he was able. 

And then Keith thought things might go back to where 
they'd been before. Although the sex didn't quite return. 
Okay. It did on the night of reconciliation. It was sort of 
expected really as the only way in which Karen could 
possibly convince Keith that she still loved him. But, 
somehow, the lovemaking was perfunctory and acted more 
as a way for Keith to shed some of the animal aggression 
that he thought might otherwise explode into violence. And 
it was true, even though Keith never considered himself a 
'new man' as such, that he honestly would never, could 
never, hit his wife.

And then, several weeks later, Karen made a confession. It 
was while they were out for a meal in a restaurant, Karen 
chewing on her vegetarian quiche and Keith munching 
through his pound of rare steak. The lights were low and it 
was only natural to keep one's voice low as well. Keith 
looked across at Karen, the shadows cast by the dining 
table candle dancing around on her chin and cheeks.

"You're still seeing her? After all you said!" he said 
aggressively but softly.

Karen lowered her head. The shadow of her face hid her 
eyes. She raised her head again, looked Keith directly in 
the face, her eyes carrying a kind of assertive defiance. She 
lifted a glass of red wine to her lips, sipped on it and 
frowned.

"I know it's wrong of me, Keith. I know. And I still love 
you too. You know. Just not as much. Or really in exactly 
the same way. But she's the one I really love. I just don't 
really understand it. I've never felt the same way for a 
woman before. Or a man for that matter."

"What! Even me? Even when we started going out 
together? When we used to fuck like rabbits? When we 
never thought we'd ever stop?"

Karen sighed. "Even you, Keith. But I haven't loved 
anyone else as much as you. Fiona's the only one. Even 
Pete, my boyfriend at school? You're still the man I've 
most loved. Believe me!" 

She stretched a hand out over the table, her salad forgotten 
and clasped her husband's hand in hers. She smiled at 
Keith as warmly as she could.

"How can you though?" wondered a defeated Keith. "She's 
like a fucking hippopotamus!" He could see Karen wince 
with pain at the harshness of the comment. Well fuck her! 
She had to know what he thought. "And do you still?? 
You know??"

Karen bit her upper lip. The upper incisors briefly glinted 
in the candlelight. She nodded her head slowly. And then 
judging that that wasn't affirmation enough she confessed 
more: "Yes we do. I don't know why. But I just have to. 
And she says she loves me. And I love her so much. And 
when we're together? I mean, believe me, Keith, it's real 
love. Real love. I just can't describe it!"

Keith gazed at his half-eaten steak on a plate strewn with 
mange-touts, zucchini and parboiled potatoes. He just 
didn't feel hungry any more. He raised his head, his hand 
still clasping Karen's, and looked her straight in the eyes.

"What are we going to do about it, then?"

Keith loved Karen too much to lose her. And Karen still 
wanted Keith. He was, as she told him again and again, the 
only man in her life. If only that was all it took! But it 
wasn't straight away that Keith became one corner of the 
unlikeliest menage � trois he could imagine. That took 
time. But when he accepted that the only way that he and 
Karen could stay together was by accepting Fiona's 
continued presence, it was probably somewhere in his 
mind that things might evolve that way.

At first, Fiona remained just a visitor with Keith agreeing 
not to intervene when she and his wife made love together. 
Then she left her own home and moved in with Karen. 
After all, she was above the legal age and her parents were 
very understanding. There were three bedrooms in the 
King household. Previously two had been for guests. Now 
only one of them was reserved for guests.

Karen was very diplomatic. Although she insisted on 
sleeping with Fiona every day, it was with Fiona's express 
permission, - indeed, Keith discovered, on Fiona's actual 
prompting, - she also began having sex with Keith again. It 
was not an offer that Keith was likely to turn down after so 
many months where the only sex he'd had was that in his 
mind when he thought about his more attractive, fit and 
lean students, and where each night he could hear the two 
female lovers making love ("Oh! Fee! Fee!" "Kaz! Kaz! 
Ka-a-a-zz!").  In fact, he and his wife were almost making 
love just like they used to do. Well the duration was much 
the same, although the intensity of passion was somehow 
compromised and it wasn't quite the twice-daily exercise of 
their pre-Fiona love life.

And eventually it had to happen. Karen wanted to close the 
triangle. She no longer wanted to be the sole apex. At first, 
Keith was reluctant. And Fiona was very shy too. She'd 
never had sex with a man before. And the only person 
she'd ever made love to at all had been Karen.

Keith was soon off with his clothes, Karen already naked, 
while Fiona apprehensively removed her long dress and 
slid her knickers down the huge mass of her thighs. This 
was only the second time Keith had seen Fiona naked, 
although he'd got accustomed to seeing her in her dressing 
gown and pyjamas as they ate breakfast together and 
prepared for school. Yes. She was fat. Grossly so. You 
couldn't see her vulva or any evidence she even had one 
under that mass of blubber. But her skin was so very white, 
and Keith had to acknowledge that her eyes and her smile 
shone in a very seductive way.

Keith had promised Karen that he'd be gentle. And so he 
was. Although it was almost as much a first for him as it 
was for Fiona. She'd never made love to a man before. He'd 
never before made love to a woman so outrageously out of 
shape. What had happened to his standards? And it wasn't 
that easy to position his taut muscular slim body against 
her stomach and crotch in such a way to get the leverage he 
needed for his rhythmic thrusts. And even with Karen there 
to help, gently massaging and licking Fiona's huge nipples 
and guiding Keith's penis into position, it couldn't be said 
that this first time was the most successful first time in 
which Keith had ever participated. And he'd had several of 
those, as befitted such an attractive man. 

But as they slumped back on the futon, Karen licking up 
the semen from Fiona's crotch, and Fiona idly stroking his 
penis, Keith knew for sure that this was just a first time. 
There'd be many more such times together. Whether it was 
how he'd wanted it to be, somehow he, Karen and Fiona 
just sort of suited each other. He had to admit that they 
kind of fit together.



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