0 comments/ 53617 views/ 3 favorites Gym Girl By: justthisguyyouknow Pia found herself driving further up the coast then she originally planned. The 101 to Santa Barbara for a weekend visit to the parents was a regular diversion for her. Her children were with her first husband; her second husband was with his kids. Weekends with parents or visits to the gym were just getting too monotonous. Pia had been reading a few Steinbeck novels of late and was currently reading 'Pastures of Heaven'. All of a sudden Pia decided to visit the area Steinbeck's novels and Carmel became her destination. She did give thought that maybe she should change clothes; her bikini was a little risqué for an area where she'd never been and didn't know anyone. Pia decided to keep her outfit as is since she was also wearing a sarong. The beautiful drive and fresh sea air made her feel all the more like she made a smart decision with every mile. Pia pulled into a parking lot and entered a cute deli she noticed from the road. Ordering a sandwich and a salad, she also bought a small cooler and a 6-pack of Corona. The man at the counter was able to tell Pia a great place to sun, read and nosh. It was not an easy task for him, he was barely able to not stare her up and down her incredible body and face. Pia was amused by the reaction she caused, depending on her mood and the situation, her looks could be a blessing or a curse. She was in a good mood so the tongue-tied counter help was more charming than rude and off she went to the location he suggested. Pia found the place, she laid out a towel, opened a beer, put the food to the side and began reading her book. Forgetting the food, Pia sipped on her beer and another and continued to read her book. By the third beer, Pia was feeling no pain and thought she might be imagining her name being called. "Pia!" she heard again. She looked up to find one of those incidents of the world being a small world after all. Looking over at her was a friend from LA, Robert. Robert was in Carmel for bicycling. He often put his bike on the train and got off at picturesque spots and biked around for a few days. They had talked at the gym a few times, had even had lunch once. There was a definite chemistry, but not every time there is chemistry does it have to be explored. The coincidence of the two of them in Carmel added to three Coronas had Pia contemplating furthering their 'friendship'. Pia offered a Corona and had another herself. The conversation flowed smoother than the beers and by the time they finished splitting the final beer, Pia's sandwich was forgotten and dinner plans were made. Robert's bike easily fit in the back of her SUV and they went to drop off his bike in his hotel room. Pia had already decided they would not leave his room that day or night, but should she be passive or aggressive? When they got to the hotel, Pia asked Rob if she should change her clothes, she arched her back while asking and enjoyed the way Rob tried not to let his widening eyes be too obvious. He barely croaked the words, "You look perfect." It was the last conversation they had with their clothes on. Their lips met, their tongues danced and their arms pulled each other tight together. They squeezed each other tight and only let go long enough to unhook, untie and unbutton. Their fingers explored each other, but their lips never broke free. As he kissed her, he was in shock, this goddess with a face that put Helen of Troy to shame and a body that seemed a collaboration of god and the devil was kissing him. He had been in silent awe of her for over a year and had only recently begun to talk to her. In their few talks and one wonderful lunch he was amazed to discover how multi-faceted she was and how incredible each of these newly discovered facets were. Fantasy was becoming his reality and it just seemed insanity was taking over. Her body so beautiful and so toned was seemingly weightless as he picked her up and carried her to his bed. As she lay across the bed, he knew patience was what was called for, but he couldn't respond to the call. Her lovely trimmed pussy was too much temptation, he had to smell Pia, touch Pia, taste Pia. Kissing and licking from the inside of her right thigh, he quickly moved his lips and tongue to her pussy, he licked her lips and pushed his tongue inside her. He just couldn't get enough of her, he was a man famished for the taste of Pia. He licked all around her and inserted a finger and began a rhythmic in and out, picking up the pace of his fingerfuck and tongue licking as he felt her hips buck more and more against him, letting Rob know she was about to cum. She came quickly, the excitement and pace was overwhelming and still Rob continued to lick her. She tried to pull away, felling hypersensitivity throughout her body, electricity running though her from head to toe. She twisted her body around trying to get away. With a finger still plunging in and out of her, his mouth covered her ass with kisses and moved specifically to her butt hole. Robert was fucking Pia's ass with his tongue and her pussy with his finger. She felt she was going to burst and she did with an orgasm that rocked and shook her entire body. She pulled away from him, both of them in giggles, it was a great start and less than two hours earlier, neither of them thought the other was with in a hundred miles, much less would they end up as close as two people can physically become. Pia looked at Rob lying on the other end and looked at his hard cock staring obscenely at her and had to return the favor. She attacked his cock like he had her pussy, with an aggressive, yet loving manner. She used her mouth to make love to his cock as though that was the only part of him that existed. All he could think was, "Is there anything Pia isn't perfect at or about?" He could have easily have stayed there, enjoy this tender but aggressive cock sucking by the beautiful lips and face of this exotic lovely woman, but he still felt this was half dream and he had to take full advantage while he was still dreaming. He put one hand on her head, not to control her pace, how do you improve perfection, but to feel the soft and silky hair he had so long admired. He leaned forward and kissed along her back he once again began kissing her sexy ass. With his other hand he reached around and began to play with her nipples that capped breast, so large, so firm, so wonderful! It was with hands groping each other, mouths and tongues covering the other and bodies rubbing across one another that what had to happen, began. He found himself lying on his back when Pia lowered herself on Rob. His cock entered her pussy and it felt like it was made to be there. She rode her hips up and down with style and grace and a perfect rhythm, his hips met hers in perfect timing, it was impossible to believe it was their first time together. Robert lifted himself up and with both sitting up he was as deep in her as he could be and their bodies kept pushing back and forth, in and out. He slid along the bed after a bit and still inside her, he stood up, he walked her away to a chair before he pulled her off his cock and bent her over the chair. Rob then began licking Pia from her pussy to her asshole and from her asshole to her pussy. He kept the long licks going for a while, but then shifted to licking her clit for a bit and then tongue fucking her sexy little butt hole while squeezing her hot sexy ass. Pia needed something else right then and she told him what it was. "Get behind me and fuck me hard, FUCK ME HARD!" she screamed. In an instant Rob was behind her and his cock slipped easily into her wet hot pussy. He started fucking her slowly, getting their pace set, but as she screamed for a harder and harder fuck, he grabbed hold of her sexy tits and really went for a savage fuck of that sexy pussy. They bucked and thrashed at each other. It was an incredible scene and neither was going to last long. He watched as her body convulsed with an epic orgasm. As much as he could last, the sight of this perfect body that moved with wanton motion and possessed a face so beautiful, it was more sensation than he could hope to control himself in front of. He pulled out of her and he walked back to the bed. Waving a finger to him, he moved over to her. Pia said, "I need my pussy eaten some more." He lay down beside her and pulled her on top of him, he told her to ride his face so she could direct how she wanted him to eat her, plus he could play with those incredible boobs. She felt another orgasm course through her body and asked him if he had any lotion. Rob started laughing and said he did bring some, after all he thought he would be by himself tonight. He handed Pia the lotion and he watched as she poured a generous amount between her boobs. Pia then told Rob to lie down and prepare to eat her pussy some more. Once again he did as he was told and sat her legs straddled his head, she was faced in the opposite direction and put her tits around his cock. As his tongue fucked her, her tongues fucked him. As he tasted her, he had the visual pleasure of watching her ass move back and forth. His taste buds pleased, his yes mesmerized, he felt those perfect boobs incase his cock. She rocked her body back and forth, squeezing tightly. Their tempo of their action increased. As her body built up to another orgasm, Pia could feel Rob's cock ready to burst. She felt her body go over the edge as she felt cum burst out of Rob's cock, it sprayed over her tits and face and into her mouth. Their bodies shook as she turned around to pull closer to him. They both began rubbing his cum into her body. They both opened their mouth to say something, but with nothing to say, they both just started laughing happily. Gym Girl Our local community center has an exercise gym, where I work out four times a week. Because I am self-employed, I can choose any time of day to go, and I've learned when the place is more or less empty, and I can use whatever machines I want at whatever moment I want. This past Tuesday I arrived at such a time, and things were even more quiet than usual. There was only one clerk at the information counter, and I had never seen her before. I can say that with certainty, because one glance was enough to know I would not forget this girl any time soon. She was young, fit and well-shaped, but above all she was stunningly beautiful. There are lovely girls everywhere, and in fact they aren't uncommon at all – not that this fact reduces my appreciation. But every man has a certain set of characteristics that he prefers above all others, ones that elevate a beautiful woman to enthralling goddess status in his estimation. For me, these characteristics are long, very dark hair, dark eyes and lashes, and a pert little smile on her inviting lips, especially one that curls higher on one side than the other. But my particular list is not important, so long as you recognize the phenomenon of the woman who captivates you at a glance. For me, this was she. I had no question to ask her, as I had been coming to this gym for several years and knew where to go, but I had to think of something quick. I wanted to hear her voice. "Excuse me, miss..." "Yes?" "Er. Does...does this gym have personal trainers that can be hired?" Most gyms do, of course, but this was a community center, and it seemed like a reasonable question, given a few seconds to come up with something. "Yeah, we do. Here's a description of what we can offer." She handed me a sheet of services and fees. "What sorts of people are the trainers? Are they professional?" I didn't care about this at all. I knew what I was doing in the gym and didn't need any assistance. But the conversation gave me a chance to keep absorbing the sight of her, the flash of her eyes, the charm of how she stood there, the melted caramel of her voice. "Well matter of fact, I'm one. I'm not a pro, but I took a few classes, and I'm cheap. Every little bit helps, know what I mean?" "Sure. Is there a form I fill out?" She turned away and bent over to pull the form out of a drawer, and I knew I was in trouble. Her long hair slid around and over the front of her shoulder as she leaned over, but what really grabbed all of my attention was the sweetest, most beautifully curved ass I had ever seen, an absolute delight in training shorts, giving way to lean, shapely thighs. My absorption with this girl began to go beyond appreciation of beauty. I rapidly started to get the horn. She turned back to the counter and leaned over to fill out the first couple of items on the form, her name, I guess, who cared what. As she did so, her breasts, neither large nor small, fell forward a bit, and I could see the curve of one inside the unbuttoned collar of her polo shirt. "I tell you what," I said. "I have an idea. If I sign this agreement, you get a percentage of what I pay, right? And the center keeps most of it? What if we make a private arrangement, and you keep it all?" "Well, if the center caught me in there working with you, and found out there was no signed form, I'd lose my job. I can't afford to risk that. I think we'd better stick to the standard arrangement." I'd arrived at a moment of truth. I had no intention of paying anyone for physical training services. I could walk away and say I'd think about it. Or I could take a chance and ask for what I really wanted. I took a quick look around to either side of me. The place was like a school hall at midnight. There was not one soul in the main hall of the center, and I could see through the glass that there was no one in the gym either. There was a handball game going on in one of the courts down the corridor, but that wouldn't be a factor. There could be a manager somewhere behind doors. There was probably a camera somewhere above me. "Look, um," I looked for a name tag. "Jasmine. I'm just going to lay it out there. I'm not really interested in a trainer." She assumed a mildly baffled look. Why was I wasting her time, then? I wasn't. "I have in mind a different arrangement. Here's $100. I'd like to get your help, but not in the gym." "I can't come to your home, only here..." "No, no, we'll do this here, that's fine, as long as there's a good spot to do it. What I want is," I took a breath, "I want to take your shirt off. And your pants." Her mouth fell open and she took half a step backward. Before she could yell, laugh, or say anything, I quickly continued. "I just want, and I mean really, really want, to see you in your underwear. And I want to be the one who takes off the clothes to reveal it. For $100. It would take five minutes, and it would be the easiest $100 you ever made. Her mouth finally shut again. And then, to my delight and gratefulness, one corner of her mouth curled up in a smile. "You're a filthy pig, you know that. How dare you come in here and say that to me." I said, "OK, I'm sorry, I'll go, and don't worry, I won't bother you..." But I knew that that little bit of smile meant that I did not need to retreat. The game was on, and I had a decent chance of winning. "Wait. It's boring as hell around here on this shift, and I've gotta say, this ain't boring. It's kind of scary, kind of disturbing. But it ain't boring." I didn't say a thing. I just laid the $100 on top of the forgotten form. She looked at it, then up at me, and as she gazed into my eyes and tried to size me up for a prankster, a pervert, a dangerous menace or an adventurer, I was paralyzed with adoration of those seeking eyes. So I didn't see at first when she lifted a hand and slipped the bill down and away. There we were. The deal was settled. I was going to strip this perfect goddess. She turned and started to walk away, but looked back with that quirky smile, and a hand trailing behind, and I was clearly meant to follow. I would follow her into a buzz saw if she wanted; I'd sure as hell follow wherever she was going now. She came out from behind the counter while I made my way along the outer side, led me down the hall a bit, and with a key, opened a door that led into a towel laundry. She entered, waited for me to walk past her, and shut and locked the door. With the click of the lock, I had an inspiration. "If $100 is worth getting, then $300 has got to be even better. How about this. For $100, I take off your shirt and shorts. But for $300, I get to touch everything I expose. Every little bit helps, you know." Her grin took on a let's-be-serious attitude, and she shook her head a little. "Thanks for your generous offer, but I'll take the $100." Tucking the bill into her cleavage, she hesitated a moment, then took a step toward me and stopped just out of arm's reach. Even being the free spirit she must be, just to be here in this room with me, clearly she was far from fully comfortable. How could she be sure I wasn't a violent maniac? She was trusting her sense of me, based on two minutes of unorthodox chat. I took a step forward too, and another. I reached out with my right hand, and took a gentle grip on the bottom edge of her shirt. But I looked into her dark, magical eyes. Ever so slightly, she cringed, then steeled herself, then found it in her somehow to give me that crooked grin. I was going to fall in love, right here among the sweaty towels and five gallon jugs of detergent. Still looking into her eyes, smiling broadly now myself, I took hold of the edge of her shirt with both hands, and began to slide it up. Out of the lower extreme of my peripheral vision, I could see the lovely slope from her hips to her toned tummy, but I never looked away from her eyes for one moment. And here, in the very first inning of the ballgame, I began to cheat. I let go of the shirt with my fingers but put the palms of my hands on her unclad sides, in such a way as to hold her shirt up where it was, scrunched up nearly to the underside of her bra. And I began to slide my hands upward, never taking my eyes away from hers. As the hands rose, I made them slide around the back, gliding over the bra strap and raising the shirt almost to the shoulders in back. In front, the shirt still flowed over her breasts and hung down a bit below them. I slid the hands around again to the front, and began to push upward, bunching the shirt up so that the bottom half of her delightful breasts, clad in comfortable white that offered little support, which was not needed anyway. I discovered this as I let my palms slide up the outer curves of the breasts, and my thumbs slide across the undersides. Her eyes now began to narrow. She was about to say something, but I let go of the shirt entirely and let it fall back into its original place, and her expression calmed, though she now displayed a slight downturn in that delectable mouth. Quickly I kneeled, and renewed my soft assault. I reached up and slid a hand inside each hip of her shorts. My left hand began to slide downward, slowly, so that every inch of hip and other treasures was going to be revealed at a pace allowing full appreciation. But my right hand took a bit different approach. It too slid into the shorts, but as it did, I hooked just my index finger inside the hidden panties as well, so that as I began that slow slide downward, the panties threatened to come along. I got them down about three inches, her sensible white cotton panties, and felt her soft skin with that sensitive fingertip, before a third hand came down and curtly pulled my hand out of there. Now I hooked just the waistband with that hand, but the other was still inside her shorts, and the two of them began to draw those pants down. Not an inch was revealed that I did not inspect as closely as I could, every curve, every plane, every mesmerizing texture and shape. I'm sure she could feel hot breath on her hip, and then on the front of her upper thigh, then where her tummy disappeared into her panties, and then where her thigh met her panties, and then...as close as I was, I could easily discern that the front of her panties was not quite smooth, that there was a slight puffing up from under, and below that, just a hint of two nether lips, meant to be hidden away. My left hand, shoving the shorts down, was sliding down her hip, and then down her thigh...and then, dammit, the shorts fell to the floor. The pants were off, which was great, but under our deal it meant we were halfway through. I took one more brief look at her shielded pubic area, then looked up to see her looking back down at me. Behind the deep dark waterfall of her long falling hair, I couldn't clearly see her eyes, but it looked like they might be glistening just a bit. Her mouth I could see, but it had an uninterpretable expression. Her lips were slightly open. I stood again, and pushed her hair back behind her left ear. Her eyes glanced up at me and then away again. I put my hands on her tummy and began to push the shirt up once more, with my wrists, until my fingers touched the bottom of her bra – and then kept rising, my fingers riding up across the front of her breasts, and then with my hands fully upon the breasts, I pressed in, lightly. Of course, this had nothing to do with getting the shirt off, but I didn't care. She spoke again, her voice cracking for just a moment and then a little higher in pitch than it had been. "As long as...as long as I'm going to be touched anyway...I'll take the $300." I smiled as widely as I ever have in my life, and gave a little nod. I got out my wallet, took out two more bills, and started to reach them towards her. She raised a hand to grab them, but I pulled them back. Her hand lowered, I reached forward again with the bills, and I gently tucked them into her bra where their sibling already lay, so warm and snug and lucky. "But only where my shirt and pants used to be." Sure. I'll be a good boy. I wasted no further time getting her shirt off. And now my hands got busy. I ran one slowly from her ear down her jaw line to her chin. I caressed her perfect neck and throat. I embraced her, our necks and cheeks fitted together, in order to run both hands from her shoulders down her back and to the top of her panties, where I probed a bit of finger underneath, then withdrew. I glided just my fingertips along her tummy, around her navel, down to the front panty-line, and again, took just a bit of liberty there – and again, no particular reaction. But I thought maybe I heard a little more breath than I had before. I knelt and stroked each calf, and squeezed them, and felt the beautiful toned firmness. And then her thighs – first touching, softly, running a finger along each delectable curve and surface, then tracing circles up and up her inner thigh, pressing slightly. My other arm was wrapped around her other thigh, and stroking with fingertips. It was absolute heaven. She was perfection. Teasing the thighs closely like this meant that my face was just a few inches from her crotch. I did not have any scruples about staring. The edges of her panties framed a shape of hidden delight, a slight mound, a hint of lips, all in excruciatingly beautiful proportion to her hips and thighs. I took some deep breaths, and I was quite sure I detected the tell-tale scent of arousal. I could have enjoyed these sensations all day. But I stood again. I wanted to keep moving, keep her guessing, letting little surprises turn her on. I slowly dragged a fingertip along her upper lip. She shuddered and smiled, then rubbed her lips. Her hand fell back again as I touched the outer top of each arm, and began to slowly slide my fingers down, stroking much as I had her thighs. Again she shuddered, and now her eyes closed. She was focusing on the pleasure. This was going so well. I ran each hand down each arm, and at the wrists, I put a thumb on the inner side and a forefinger on the outer side, and slid right down to the fingertips. Then I turned her palms upward and circled them with fingertips, gently, slowly. I knew the feeling in her was turning electric. Back to her neck now I moved my wicked hands, stroking, and then in circles all over the area of chest between her neck and her cleavage – an area that needs a name of its own. And when that area had been gently caressed, I drew a line along every edge of her bra – down the straps, under the arm, under the cups, then down along her cleavage, stroking the exposed surfaces of her breasts, on each side. And then I repeated that exact pathway around the bra, but this time, I slipped a fingertip just under, all the way around, touching breasts otherwise hidden, on all sides and around and around, into every little nook that was almost but not quite exposed. Now I took another little step over the line. I had been pressing things so gradually that I hadn't alarmed her, and hadn't been stopped. But now I was going to take a chance that could startle her into calling a halt. Closing a hand around each upper arm, I leaned in and kissed her neck, under the jaw, then under the ear, and then I kissed her ear and slipped a bit of tongue just barely inside. My chest was against hers, my hard cock pressing against her tummy. She remained quiet for a moment more, but rose up out of the place of pleasure she was in. "OK now, wait, I know it sounds ridiculous to put my foot down when I've already consented to being molested, but I never agreed to be kissed anywhere. That's just too intimate." And now I played my trump card, hoping desperately that it was good enough to win the trick. "You agreed to be touched in all of these places. Nothing in the agreement specified what I would touch you with. My lips are part of me just as much as my fingers. To earn the money, you have to let me kiss you, wherever your shirt and pants used to be." "My shirt was not up by my ears," she countered, but she had not really thought that through. "OK, I'll stick to the rules," I promised again, and I lowered my mouth to her shoulders, and kissed her all along her collarbones, and down along her chest to her cleavage, where I not only kissed but began to open my mouth and take little "bites" with my lips. After a few delightful moments of this, I knelt and delivered the next telling blow. I began to kiss and lick my way up each inner thigh, alternating, and as I neared her panties she began to melt, to sag, so lost was she in the feeling of this. She began to fall back, and I had to stand and put my arms around her to keep her from falling down. And standing there with my arms around her, looking into her staggeringly beautiful face, seeing that she was at war within herself between resistance and surrender, breathing open-mouthed, gorgeous eyes lidded, sweat along her upper lip, I could not help myself either now, and I bent down and kissed her passionately, leaving no doubt about how purely I worshipped her body and everything that I held in my fortunate arms. I kissed her at length, honestly and desperately, and she understood, and she didn't resist, and then she began to kiss me back. This moment was the high point of my erotic life thus far. She was won over all the way. And all the way was where we were going to go. As I kissed her I reached up and slid her bra straps down and then undid the hooks, and then slid my hands into the rear of her panties, and began to squeeze her perfect ass and press her into my rigid cock. I broke the kiss, finally, and noted her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open – and heard it whisper: "Please." I pulled the bra away (hundred dollar bills flying in several directions) and revealed her gorgeously proportioned breasts, and made love to each in turn, kissing, suckling, tenderly squeezing, then a bit more strongly as I sucked the eager nipples. She gasped and sighed and it was the sound of paradise approaching. I disengaged for a moment. "There's one more part of me that I'd like to touch you with," I said, and I moved one of her hands to the top of my shorts. She bent over and slid down my pants, and I took hold of her breasts and squeezed them with her nipples pointing through between my fingers as she set my cock loose. I grabbed it and touched her cheek with it, and her neck, and ran the head of it around a breast, then one nipple. She used her hand to press it into the breast, and reached the other one under my balls and began to caress them. I look down at this gorgeous thing paying erotic attention to me, and knew it was a gift beyond price. And then she kissed the head of my cock, licked underneath it, and stroked the shaft with her hand. She took three long licks all along the underside, and then put her lips to the tip and pressed, and took more and more of its length into her sweet warm mouth, while her fingertips made circles on the underside of my balls. I ran my hands through her beautiful hair, squeezed her shoulders, stroked the sides of her breasts. It was glorious, delirious pleasure. It felt like what I existed for. And yet I stopped her. I was going to come a monster if she went on for another minute, and I didn't want to come, yet. I pushed her gently away, and she looked up at me with a puzzled expression on her angelic face, and I smiled warmly back at her, and pulled back up to standing in front of me. I put my hands on either side of her neck and pulled her to my lips, and kissed her again, with complete devotion. But I was going to show her this in more ways to come. I led her over to a chair and sat in it. Then I sat in my lap, side-saddle, and kissed her some more, while my hand caressed her outer thigh, and then slid a finger under the lower edge of her panties. It wiggled along from the hip towards the center, and then fell into a delicious valley between her pubic area and her upper thigh. It rested there just briefly, the back of it cradled against her warm, soft body, while I focused on bending to a breast and again loving it vigorously. But after a moment, the finger began to slide up and down, feeling the pubic hair that just barely reached out that far, and the soft, soft flesh of her pudenda. Then the finger got restless, and slid its back against her vulva, teasing her lips, up and down, while I continued to suckle a breast. She was gasping a little now, "oh oh oh," and I thought I might come just hearing that angel song. Gym Girl My finger began to alternate between sliding up just far enough to nudge her clit and pressing a knuckle just slightly into her quim: sliding, pressing, sliding. I paused just a moment to lift her by her ass and rip her panties down below her knees, then returned to my ministrations, this time mostly with a fingertip circling her clit. As I pressed her near side against me with my left arm, and teased and tapped and then rapidly stroked that clit, faster and faster, she gave in and came, tensing all over, her legs and everything between shuddering, her hand pressing mine into her intimate parts, her head bent back and a long thin cry "aaaahhhhh" escaping from her. I kept gently circling my hand up and down while pressing into her pussy lips and clit, and her orgasm lasted for a good minute, and then she slumped against me, a hand on my chest, and tried to regain her normal breath. Sweat was running all along her brow and her neck and down between her breasts. But I wasn't done. After giving her a moment's peace to let the hyper-sensitivity ebb, I slid a finger up and down her pussy and then began to press its tip into her warm recesses, palm upward. In and out, in and out, slightly more rapidly, I penetrated, and as I reached my farthest incursion, I began to bend the finger and tap upward. As I did so, I felt what I hoped to: a small area on the roof of her tunnel began to stiffen and roughen, and I began to tap this area from every side and then directly on top. I gradually stopped sliding the finger, and now focused strictly on tapping and caressing that spot, with the heel of my hand pressed against her clit. I accelerated the tapping, and began to waggle the deepest half of my finger up and down faster, and less and less gently. Finally I was vigorously batting that nodule at top speed, and a continuous low groan issued from her and she began to thrash her legs, and twist her torso. I couldn't see any of her face, with her hair tossed wildly in front of it. I batted constantly, pulling upward now from the wrist on each motion, and she thrashed away, and her groan started to rise to higher notes, and then she screamed, and came and came and came, her body violently jerking, pussy spasming, spittle flying from her mouth. She abandoned every fiber of herself to total pleasure, and I was thrilled. This was just what I had hoped, that I could give her ultimate physical pleasure, and show her just how completely I worshipped her. As she came down from the high, she slumped limply in my arms. I stopped moving my finger, and let it lie still in her pussy and feel the last few spasms and tightenings. Her head lolled back, eyes closed. Her open mouth began to try to speak. "Oh gah, oh g.., oh god, oh my god, I have never felt anything like that. How in god's name...what did you do?" "I showed you what you deserve. If you've never felt that good, then you've never been with a man who properly appreciated how desirable you are. That's a shame. I'm glad I could bring it to you." "Oh my god, 'feeling good' doesn't describe it. I felt like I left my body and my soul high-fived heaven. How in hell did we get to this point? Doesn't matter. There's still one little detail, and I'm a detail-oriented person." Lifting her still-trembling self somehow, she stood up next to me, then moved one leg around my lap, and settled down so that her pussy lay against my desperate cock. She slumped almost helplessly against me, her body still not in her control, but she rose up enough to put the head of my cock against her well-worked pussy, and slid down again. I was deeply embedded in the woman who represented perfect beauty to me, and my cock had been waiting, not too patiently, for relief after experiencing two thrilling orgasms in this goddess, close up. She laid her head on my shoulder, and tried to lift up and begin to fuck me. But she did not have the energy. So I grabbed her under her ass with both hands, and began to move her up and down. As her deep slippery warmth began to do its work on my hungry pecker, I moved her up and down just slightly faster, and hit the perfect pace. I started to feel it coming fast. As she purred a sexy "mmmmm" into my neck, I came, losing all conscious awareness of anything besides her soft pussy, pouring a tribute to her beauty as close to the center of her as I could get. What had she said? "Oh my god, 'feeling good' doesn't describe it." Couldn't have said it better. I held her there like that, arms holding her close, lips kissing her hair, cock still in her pussy, for a long, long time. I asked her, "What do you think after my first training session? I really think you can help me get where I want to be." She grinned through her disheveled hair and said, "You show real promise. But you'll have to keep working at it." And she began to fuck me again, gently, slowly, like it might have to go on forever. Gym Girl to Hotter Wife It all started two years ago. Sandi and I had been married for several years, and our careers had always come first. We both had put on extra pounds and had fallen out of shape. That had affected our sex life. It was still there, but not as frequent or intense as either of us wanted. Being out of shape was worse for her. She was tall, attractive with blonde hair and blue eyes, and had been a college athlete. She also worked in a field where looks meant more sales. That motivated her to join a gym. Like most things, Sandi threw herself completely into working out and watching her weight. At first she went to the gym three times each week. Then, it became an everyday thing. I, on the other hand, insisted that I would work out on my own, and did, but very slowly. Within six months she had dropped thirty pounds and was in better shape than her college playing days. She continued the workouts, and started taking classes at the gym, including kickboxing. The more she went the more assertive and confident she became. At first I was clueless as to how much she was changing. Then I noticed that we didn't agonize over choosing restaurants any more, she simply chose. She planned our evenings and weekends. I actually liked it. It was nice not having to choose, and she looked great. She began dressing more sexy and wearing more daring make up. She was hot and she knew it. She got a promotion at work. It meant more money and also meant lots of travel for her. That's when the big changes happened. She started leaving me lists of things to do while she was gone. "James, while I'm gone this week I need you to give the kitchen a good cleaning, clean the bathrooms, and work out every day. I've left you a menu of meals to eat. You are starting to do better getting in shape, so when I get home I'll have a special surprise." I complied; there was no reason not to. I had an internet based business that ran itself, so I had lots of free time. After one trip she came home and immediately told me to draw her a bath. She told me she just wanted quiet for a while. I put on soft music, lit some candles, and set her phone and a glass of wine next to the Jacuzzi. She said she would call my cell if she needed anything. She told me to go downstairs and open my surprise she left on the kitchen table. I went down and found a large envelope on the table. I opened it and pulled out the first item. It was a handwritten letter on perfumed stationery. James, I hope you are proud of how far I have come. I am very proud of myself. I am a new woman. I hope you like that. I know you married a timid, sweet girl, but I have learned to be a confident, sensual woman. I love you and I want you to be part of the new me. But, I have to tell you, the new me expects a certain lifestyle. I need to feel sexy all the time. I need to have new experiences. Remember how you used to fantasize about threesomes, bi-couples, and all that other porn you love to search on the internet? Well, I WANT some of that. It's time to start now. If you are ready to do things my way, then you'll follow these instructions, but it means that you have to accept everything I say and everything I want; no jealousy, no bullshit. I've worked hard and my training at the gym has taught me that I deserve certain things, including sexual fulfillment. That's right, I've talked to friends about our lack of a sex life and I have found out it doesn't have to be that way. I still love you, but it's time I started having more fun, and I think it will be fun for you too. I know you've been viewing those cuckold websites. I know you've fantasized about me fucking other men. Well, if you agree to becoming my sexy servant hubby, then open the blue bag on the chair and put on the clothes I've bought you and come back upstairs and I'll tell you your first cuckold story, about me getting fucked by my kickboxing coach for the last three months. Sandi I was trembling, not with anger, but with excitement. My cock was harder than it had been in months. It was true, lately my favorite fantasies had been her fucking guys with huge cocks and bossing me around while I watched. Instead of reading my mind, she had simply been reading my search history. I opened the bag. Silky black panties and a silky black camisole. I blushed in embarrassment, obviously she had seen that I had been looking at pages with guys cross dressing in the bedroom. I was afraid, but my cock was so hard, it just took over my thinking. I took the items and put them on in the guestroom. They felt so sexy. I didn't look great in them. I hadn't lost much weight and I had a full beard, but the feel of the material was so sexy. I timidly went to our master bath and peeked inside. She was sipping wine. She looked up, totally confident. "Well, come on in my little slut." That was all it took, my cock led me through the door. "Mmm, look at my big girl, we are going to have to get you in shape if you plan to please your mistress. Are you gonna do that for me?" I stammered a little; "Uh, yeah." "No baby, tell mistress with a little more respect," she cooed. I blushed, but my cock jumped. "Yes, Mistress, I promise I will get in shape for you." "Want does my little pussy want to hear about?" she asked. I knew what to say. I had read enough cuckold stories to know what she expected. "Please tell me about fucking your lover." She smiled, "which one?" I was shocked. I stammered "whichever you choose mistress, just please tell me about their big cock in your pussy." She motioned me over to the edge of the tub and pulled me to sitting on the edge. "Reach your hand under water and gently rub my pussy." As I rubbed her pussy she gently stroked the tip of my cock through the silky panties. Her voice got very low, almost a whisper. "My first week at the gym David was showing me how to use the machines. He said that if I stayed with it I was going to be one sexy woman. I told him thanks, but he said he would be my personal trainer for no extra fee if I agreed to one dinner with him after one month of workouts. I figured there was no harm, and it also felt good to be flirted with." My cock was dripping precum and I had slid two fingers into her pussy. "In the first workout with David, he wore very tight shorts. He would spot me on the free weights. His bulge rubbed against me over and over. Oh James, he was SO big." "After two weeks I was letting David rub my tits. Then, late one night he took me to his place to show me a new machine that the gym didn't have. I knew he wanted a chance for more, I did too. As soon as we got inside the door her took me in his arms and started kissing me. I resisted at first, but his tongue was so forceful, then just melted into his arms. He was so strong, self assured, and his cock felt so big through his shorts." I couldn't believe what she was telling me. I was jealous, but more turned on than ever. "He led me to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes. I was on fire. I knelt and took his huge cock in my mouth. He was so much bigger. I licked his big cock up and down, I kissed it and swirled my tongue around it. I loved it. He lifted me onto the bed and then pushed my legs wide apart. I wrapped my legs around him and begged him to fuck me." David said "Is your hubby's little dick not big enough for you? Tell me your husband's cock is too small for you, that you need a real man." "James, I told him, I told him your cock wasn't big at all, that it was half his size." She kept rubbing my dick, she looked over at it straining at my panties and said "really, it's more like a little man-clit, just like David said." It jumped when she said that. "You like that don't you, you little slut. When I showed David your websites he said you were a subissive little sissy just waiting to be dominated." With that she stood up and toweled off. She led me by my cock to the bed. "I'm going to give you something you won't be getting a lot of now." She threw me on the bed and yanked down my panties. In one motion she moved up and slid down on my cock. "Oh my, not much there at all," she smirked. Then she started gyrating on my cock. "Oh James, no, Jamie, that sounds sexier, Jamie, he fucked me so deep and full, and when he came in me it was so much it ran down my legs all the way home." With that I came so hard I whimpered. She giggled a little, then held me to her breasts and stroked my head. "Jamie, there was much more to tell you, but my little boy came so quickly. I am so glad you wanted this, because you are going to have so much fun becoming our little slut. I've got some very sexy plans for you, but right now you need to get down there and lick my pussy clean." I hesitated, but she kept whispering in that sexy strong voice that she knew i wanted this, that she knew I wanted to be a little cuckold slut. I slid my way down the bed and she parted her legs and pulled my face into her pussy. Something inside me broke, and I reveled in her using me for her pleasure. I knew we were just beginning a sexy, but scary adventure.