The Widower

John slowly stopped sobbing. He pulled his T-Shirt off his body, wiping first the tears from his eyes and then the come from his cock. He didn't know what to think. What had his wife got involved in before he met her? What sort of place would train people like that? He had to check things out more. He stood up and crossed to the lockers. A couple were empty, but inside one he found the harness, handcuffs and chain she had worn in the video. He also found more items, leather cuffs that looked like they would fit at ankles and wrists, a series of dildos, and a collection of leather straps that he couldn't make head nor tail of. Finally he crossed to the cloth next to the mattress, pulling it off to reveal the very same machine Lesley had used on herself.

He went up to the TV, looking for something he thought would be attached somewhere. There it was, behind the screen, a terabyte drive. He unhooked it from the flat screen and crossed to the door, opening it, turning off the lights, then locking it behind him.

-*-

John woke late the next morning. He'd hooked up the terabyte drive to his laptop, and spent hours looking at the files that were recorded there.

Some of the files were just Lesley working out, sometimes clothed, mostly nude, but others were more like the first he had seen, or even more extreme. In one, she had used the chain through her legs to hold in place two separate dildos, one in her cunt and one in her arse, and then proceeded to use all three machines one after the other, starting on the treadmill, followed by an exhausting session on the stair climber before finishing with 30 minutes of weights. He could see the exhaustion on her sweat slick face by the time she was done. She didn't even go over to the mattress that time, just pulled repeatedly at the chain between her legs until she came, before she slid off the bench onto the ground.

He had them slept fitfully, dreams of Lesley literally running through his head. In the end he gave up for a while, getting out of bed to take a cold bath, before returning to get what little sleep he could.

With a strong cup of coffee in his hand, he say at the kitchen table, staring at both the open letter from yesterday, and the final letter she had written him. It was almost like he had seen a different woman in the files, a woman who closely resembles his Lesley, but who had a side of her he had never know about, had never suspected.

A side that turned him on.

He reached for the second envelope, and tore it open. Thee was a single sheet of paper inside, with an SD drive taped to it, inside a case. The paper simply said, ,' Watch me...'

He went up stairs to grab his laptop, then pushed the SD card into the slot in the side. The computer launched a file manager window. One file, a video file, and a sub directory named images.

The video file must have had some code attached with it, as it auto played, blossoming into life on his screen. There she was, lying in the bed that had set up downstairs when the cancer had started to take over her body. When had she recorded this? 7 months ago, maybe 8? Not long before she died.

'John, if you are looking at this, then, unless I completely misjudged you, you're in the cottage. You've also most likely taken a look in my training shed, and I hope you had a chance to look at some of the recordings. I expect you're shocked, surprised, and have a ton of questions.'

She took a sip of water. 'I told you in my letter that when I was teen l, living around here, I had raw running ability. I wasn't Olympic standard, but I could run. I was also a lazy, troublemaking bitch. I had a friend, and ultimately a lover,who was the same, Marie.'

She smiled. 'Jesus we were wild. We smoked, drank, all underage, and we bunked off school enough that the police had a word with our parents. School suspended us, and would have expelled us if we weren't living in the back of beyond and it was the only school for miles. Finally, the Games Teacher at our school took us both in one day, and sat us down in her office.'

'Miss Haine. She was young for a teacher, maybe early 30's. Of course, the rumour was she was a lesbian, but that seemed to be a rumour about all female gym teachers in all schools. We must have been 16.'

Another sip of water. 'She told us both that we were wasting our talent, wasting our time and wasting our lives. That we were going to end up stuck here in dead end jobs, with no prospects and no real future. She also told us that she knew where we coming from, that she herself had been a tearaway when she was our age. She was going to give us the same chance she had been given.'

'She knew of a place that would give us some discipline, that would teach us that running was just a start, that would push us further than we had ever been pushed. The training would be harder than anything we had done before, it would leave us aching and exhausted, but we would be a special elite, part of a sorority. We would train with each other, and against each other, for the whole of the long Summer break, away from our parents. She winked at us then... No parents, and entirely away from the gossips in the area...'

'Marie and I turned to each other. Summer break was coming up soon, only a couple of weeks away. Two months of being with each other. All we had to do was train to run and then we could fuck at night. We both said yes.'

Miss Haine squared it with the school and with our parents. And that Summer, I became a Pony Girl.'