“I love this drive,” said Marisa, staring out at the
scenery passing by.

“Me too,” added her husband, John. “Here’s the big
bridge. Not much longer.”

Marisa turned her attention from the blue water and the
palm trees towards the famous seven mile bridge in the
Florida Keys. Big Pine Key was their destination. It was
just on the other side of the bridge. It was quieter
then some of the keys, but close enough to Key West,
they’d only need a short drive for a good meal,
sightseeing, or drinking in Key West’s famous bars.
Marisa and John preferred things quieter especially with
a new baby with them and they were looking forward to
seeing John’s frat buddies and best friends.

The young red headed wife turned to check on the baby,
peacefully sleeping in the backseat. John had a bag
resting on the floor and she saw several magazines
sticking out of it. She grabbed them both. One magazine
was called Iron Man and the other was Flex. The same
black man was on the cover of both.

The man was a bulging mass of muscles. His skin was as
dark as Marisa’s was white and he had referred to her as
the whitest white girl, he’d ever seen. He wasn’t an
attractive man normally and even less so when he was
posing, muscles straining, veins bulging across his
forehead, skin oiled and glistening. “Why did you bring
these?” she asked her husband.

“I thought I’d get Flex to sign them. Joking of course,”
replied John.

The bodybuilder was one of John’s frat buddies. His name
was Shane, but everyone called him Flex after the
magazine that had given him his first cover and the
current issue was his third time. He had been called
Token at first as he was the only black guy in the
fraternity, but he hadn’t cared for that nickname. He
did approve of Flex and told everyone to call him that.
Marisa didn’t care for the black man.

He was arrogant and full of himself. He had no problem
flirting with her or any other of his friend’s wives. He
drank more then she approved of and usually had pot with
him when he wasn’t competing. She’d met him three times
now. The first was at her and John’s wedding. Shane was
26 then and dating the woman who would become his second
wife. She was a lovely black girl named Lola.

Lola also competed and looked great when she wasn’t
posing which made her look man-ish. Marisa had met her
again a year later when she married Shane and then again
on one of their weekend getaways. Lola was pleasant and
funny, completely smitten with Flex. Her only physical
flaw was her chest was as flat as John’s. She was close
to 0% body fat and often commented on how she wished she
had Marisa’s breasts. Marisa had always been buxom with
heavy C-cup breasts. Wait until she sees me now, thought
Marisa glancing down at the milk laden DD’s she’d had
since having Jack eight months ago.