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Working Out

By: TheeGoatPig



I awoke to the sound of her working out. She gets up early every morning to do a bunch of exercises before she gets ready for work. She has to get to work earlier than I do, so she gets up considerably earlier as well. As quiet as she tries to be, I am quite a soft sleeper, and every morning I get woken up over an hour before I want to get woken up. I suppose that it's just one of the drawbacks of being in a committed relationship with someone that you love. I sat up and looked over the edge of the bed and found her doing crunches down on the floor in a tank top and shorts and light up by the moon. I guess that she saw me looking at her because she seemed to stop what she was doing right in the middle of one of her crunches.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I woke you." She whispered as she sat up and looked back at me.

"Oh, that's ok. You always wake me when you work out. I think I'm getting used to it by now."

"You know, you should work out with me. You're getting a little soft around the middle."

"I was a little soft around the middle when we met." I said as I rubbed my stomach with my left hand.

"You should join me for my workout every morning, if you're going to be up anyway."

"Yeah, I should. I just don't know if I could keep up with you."

"Oh, don't be silly. You're a big strong guy. You should do ok."

"Oh, I don't know. I've been slacking off quite a bit since... well, it's been quite a while since I was in shape..."

"Ok, fine. If at any point you think that I am pulling too far away from you then just go back to bed like a wussy little girl."

"Well, with sweet talk like that, who can say no?"

I got up off the bed and sat down next to her as she started doing her crunches again from the beginning. I joined in with her after the first couple just so that I could get an idea of her pacing. We must have done over 50 of them, because it seemed like we were down there for a while. I looked over at her to see her smiling back at me a few times. As tired as I was it was nice to be doing something with her so early in the morning.

"Ok, enough of that. Let's do some pushups."

"Sure thing." I said as I stretched out my abs, completely feeling the burn. She looked right at my crotch as I lay flat on my back on the floor, and even in the moonlight I could see the smile on her face. I was a little excited to begin with, but she was starting to turn me on that little bit more, and I my erection was definitely getting under way.

"I want to do something to make it a little more interesting and fun though."

"Ok, like how?"

"Take off your shorts" she said as she leaned over and took off her own.

"Hmm, now we're getting somewhere." I said as I shimmied out of my own garment.

She got down on her knees and leaned forward with her but in the air and looked back at me. "Now kneel down behind me, and insert yourself inside me before getting down on your hands. Ok?" she asked.

"Yeah, sounds great," I said with a smile as I got into position. I pushed my dick inside her pussy and then got down into a girls pushup position on top of her, while she was doing the same.

"Now stay close to me. When I move down, you move down, and when I push back up, you push back up."

"Gotcha" I said as we started to move down in unison.

It actually felt surprisingly better than having normal sex in similar positions. The combination of the pleasure of sex and the pain of working out combined just got me going. My cock was getting harder with each movement that we made, and the way that I was barely sliding in and out of her, but still sliding in and out of her, was just enough to keep me going without getting me off. It was one of the more electrifying things I had ever felt.

"Do you... like this?" she asked as we went down for the ten or twelfth time. I was having trouble counting with the way my cock was inside of her.

"Yeah... I love it..." I was really out of shape. Even girls pushups were starting to wear on me.

"Ok... Just a couple more..." I guess we did around twenty or so. I was feeling so turned on by it all. I couldn't wait to see what we did next. "Ok... That's enough of that... you can pull out now." She kissed me on the cheek as I pulled out of her and got onto my knees.

"So what's next?" I said after sucking in a few breaths of air.

"Squat thrusts. Get up" She motioned me up to my feet and stood me in the middle of the room. She stood in front of me, but again, she faced away from me. "I would rather do this facing each other, but it doesn't quite work right, especially since you are so much taller than I am."

"Ok..." I didn't really have anything else to say.

I squatted down a little and pushed my dick back up into her. When I hit bottom I placed my hands on her hips and leaned down to kiss the side of her neck just as she started to squat down herself. I was inside of her, and so I was at her mercy this time, or it would really hurt, and so of course I had to go down with her. As we got closer to the floor I could feel myself pushing deeper into her, and as we stood back up I could feel myself pulling out a little bit again, until I stood up farther than her, and then I was pushing back deeper again. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up off of the floor as I stood to my full height.

"Ok... if you want to do more work that's fine with me..." she said so cutely as I put her back down. We squatted down again and when we came back up I picked her up again. "Wow... That feels great... but you... you are going to... wear yourself out... if you keep that up..."

I grinding myself up into her as she said this, and she was right, I was going to wear myself out if I kept on lifting her up like that. So as we went back down the next few times I held back and left her feet firmly on the ground (or as firmly as they could be just being on her toes and all). But I couldn't hold back that much, so at around the eighth time and the twelfth times I pick her up again, as well as pumping into her a little bit extra at the top of each thrust upward. As with the pushups there wasn't much in and out movement, so I made up for it where I could. I picked her up somewhere around 20 and she let out a little moan and said that was enough as I put her back down. She then pulled out of me and sat me on the bad.

"Time for more crunches," she said as she lay me down on my back. "But this time we are going to do them right." She sat down on my stomach and pulled my knees up. Then she lie back down on me and put her feet flat next to mine. "The best way to do crunches is slow, and with a cock up your ass" she said as she grabbed my tool and pushed its head at her sphincter.

This shocked me a little. We had only done anal once about a week or two before that, and she didn't seem to enjoy it as much as she did straight vaginal sex, so I never pushed her to do it again like I had in the first place. Maybe now that she was setting the terms and keeping the pace she was a little more comfortable with it. But when she pushed herself down on me it felt wonderful. She didn't even push me all the way into her, she just got about 2/3rds of it into her, and then she reached her arm up behind my head and started pulling me up with her.

Now, we had done quite a few crunches for me earlier, and with her on top of me like this, there was so much added resistance that I was going to really be working hard to keep up with her. We sat up and did a couple of crunches, and her ass felt great around my dick, but my abs were starting to feel a big burn by now. I wasn't sure how many of these I was going to be able to do. I had to drop my shoulders down and let her do a couple on her own before I could go on any further.

"Are you ok dear? Do you want me to stop?" she asked as she paused her workout on top of me. She was breathing heavily as well, but not as heavily as I was.

"I'm fine... I just... I just need to catch my breath... You can... keep going if... if you like..."

"Ok... If you feel like joining back in with me, try to get your lower abs by lifting your hips." She said back to me and then went back to her crunches.

I just lay there with my hands on her hips as she did a few crunches on top of me. I did catch my breath a little by then, and the idea of lifting my hips up to hers sounded like the best idea yet. I gripped her sides and pulled her down to me as I pushed my dick up into her ass a little farther. As beat as I was getting I was still as hard as ever, and I was getting anxious to get off into her. She nearly lost her balance from what I had just done, but she quickly recovered, and slowed down her movements to better keep up with what I was now doing so that when I pulled her down again she kept her rhythm and we were now almost fucking normally. It felt awesome, and after a few thrusts like this she stopped with the crunches all together and just let my fuck her ass with us on our backs.

"Oh.... That feels so good..." she said as she lifted her hips up to give me better access to her ass. "Oh that's so fucking good..." I reached up and grabbed her tits as I pumped in and out of her at a growing pace. I palmed her mounds and pinched her nipples as our breathing got heavier than it was during our workout just before. That's what you get when you go from her workout to mine, more cardio and less work.

She sat up and put her hands on my chest as I continued to fuck up into her ass harder and faster. She was moaning steadily now and so was I. I was getting really tired out at this point, and I was so glad that I had that day off, even if she didn't. I was pounding her ass as hard as I could and we were both finally getting off from it, and I was so happy that I was going to get to go back to bed and sleep after this major fuck session. But right now I was fucking, and so I grabbed on to her waist, flipped us onto our stomachs, and fucked her from behind for a bit. Her ass was nice and tight and I could feel my orgasm nearing quickly. I drove my cock down into her bowels as she shoved her ass right back at me thrust for thrust.

This was fun and all, but I was getting tired of having her facing away from me as well, so I pulled out of her and rolled her over to face me now. The change of positions also gave me a chance to calm down a bit so that I could last just that little bit longer. I plunged into her at a lightning pace and was grunting and groaning as she moaned and whined from our early morning fucking. The bed was shacking and I was sure that the whole neighborhood was going to wake up from it but I still didn't care I was having so much fun.

Only I was getting completely worn out, and could barely hold myself up anymore, so I changed our position yet again and rolled her up on top of me so that she could "Ride em cowboy" for me, or on me, or both... I reached up and played with her tits some more as she bounced up and down on my still throbbing manhood. I almost passed out I was still pushing myself so hard. Luckily she was doing most of the work now, and I was getting close to cumming finally.

"Oh god I'm gonna cum..." she cried as she thrust her body up and down on my protruding member. I was glad that she was almost finished as well because I couldn't take much more. "Make me cum... make me cum..."

I wasn't me that was going to make her cum, I was as close to lifeless as I could be and still be conscious. No, she was getting herself off on me at this point, and what the hell, so long as she doesn't complain about it later. She rode me long and hard until I finally felt myself about to cum. I let loose inside of her and nearly howled as I came what felt like buckets up into her pussy. She leaned started shacking and shuddering as well, and her whole body convulsed as she came with me and leaned forward to kiss me as we rode the waves of our simultaneous orgasms.

"Oh fuck that was great..." she said as she broke our kiss and I caressed her back, about to fall asleep as quickly as I ever had before. I was this close to falling asleep as I heard a knock at the door.

"Mom, you woke me up working out again" I heard her eighteen year old daughter say through the door as the sun was coming up.

"Sorry sweety. I'll try to keep it down next time. Go back to bed now." She said as she got up to grab her robe.

"You always say that." she said as her mother opened the door to lead her away from our room. I'm just glad she let me cover up first this time. One of these days I'll have to get that teen to join in on the fun. Either that or sound proof the room...

Working Out



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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

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We wound up the day early; all we had done was laze around all day anyway. Late in the afternoon (actually early evening), we went down to the building's health club for a workout, some steam and sauna. As you've guessed, it's quite a posh building -- old, but with excellent facilities, which we have been upgrading regularly.

For example, our flat is on the top (21st) floor of the building and while the apartment itself is not very large by Delhi standards (about 1700 square feet, three large bedrooms, big hall, kitchen, dining, pantry, separate servants' area and a small laundry room), it has a huge rooftop terrace of about 1500 square feet. When my parents bought it, it was expensive even then, but now it's worth much more. We have no plans to sell it, of course and love it. The view from the terrace is fantastic, overlooking the sea on one side and the city lights on the other. There is always a good breeze here, throughout the year, from one direction or the other. The best thing is that there are no taller buildings right next to us so there is no one who can look down onto or into our terrace. There's a lot of privacy.

Rashmi has put in a nice garden on the terrace with lots of potted plants and ferns, flowering shrubs, some nice frangipani (_champa_) trees, a full jasmine and _raatrani_ vine and even a small lawn. We have some decent garden furniture there, too, of wrought-iron -- a round table with a garden umbrella that is closed at night, a few chairs and a couple of park benches. There is also a _jhoola_ with a canopy and some seats carved from old logs. I've done some lighting so that it really looks lovely at night and we often sit out in the evening with guests for drinks and stuff. There's a small bar and barbecue in one corner, so it's really perfect in many ways. By the way, many years ago we got permission to put up a small private pool (when I was a kid) and we've still kept that. It's really, really small, but perfect for lazing and splashing around in and I recently added a proper jacuzzi and, next to that, a good hot tub which is very refreshing. Rashmi loves the Jacuzzi, by the way -- I've often come upon her enjoying sex in it especially late at night and in good weather, bouncing slowly up and down on the cock of her lover.

That's all by the way. The gym complex is in the basement, just above the two-level carpark. Now that Rashmi has been working out in the gym for about a year, she looks terrific in swimwear and, of course, she has now moved to bikinis. She loves to flaunt her body before the gym staff, knowing that it arouses them -- she can be a real cock-tease! It's not an accident either that two or three of the gym staff have come to "know" her very intimately. One is, of course, her trainer Jatin. The other is the sauna/steam attendant and the third is the helper-cum-cleaner at the gym. 

We deliberately went late, after the official hours and specially choosing the day because the entire complex (gym and pool) was supposed to be closed for maintenance and cleaning from the afternoon onwards. In the morning, I had phoned down and told Jatin we would be coming in the evening and he knew exactly what to do. He kept himself and the other two staff behind just for us. 

When we got down to the gym there was, naturally, no one else there except us. Jatin let us in and quietly put the "under maintenance" sign on the outside of the door and locked it from inside. It is the only access route to the pool so now we had the whole place to ourselves. I worked out only in my shorts (I usually have to wear at least a vest) and Jatin stripped down to just his jock-strap, removing his sweat pants and T-shirt. Rashmi was doing weight-training, I was doing cardio. She just wore her bikini. It is really quite outrageous and not the kind of thing you want to wear in public in India if you don't want to be raped: it is a string bikini like the kind you see on Baywatch but even more revealing -- thin shoulder straps, and the bikini bra cups are really tiny and only cover her nipples. On either side you can clearly see the dark circles around her nipples, the aureoles. Because it is tight, her breasts are squeezed tightly together and bulge up and out very sexily. The panties are even tinier, really only a thong. There is nothing at all behind, just a really thin strand that goes between her buttocks and, on the other side, comes up between her legs. There the strand becomes a little broader -- but just a little, so that it only just covers her actual cunt-lips, but leaves everything else completely bare: her pubic hair can be seen on either side! This thing has cost a fortune and I can't believe how much she paid for so little. Anyway, I think it's worth it ...

She started her weight training and before long she was on her back on the bench, lifting a bar with small weights. Jatin was standing over her and I could see he was getting horny just looking down at her. She did two sets and he put the bar back but continued to lie there. She smiled sexily at him and murmured softly to him. From the treadmill, I could see her begin to fondle herself: she ran her hands down over her breasts, squeezing them and then moved them down to her crotch to pull the bikini strand to one side, exposing her cunt-lips. Since her legs were spread apart, her cunt-lips were already open.

"Come on Jatin ... lick me," I heard her moan softly.

He didn't need more encouragement. He grinned, flicked a glance at me and, without waiting for my consent, dropped to his knees and pushed his face between her legs. From the treadmill, I watched my wife murmuring and moaning softly in pleasure as the trainer tongue-fucked her slowly. Her head tilted to one side and she stretched out one hand and caressed his face and head lovingly; the other slid up to her breast and her fingers crept under her bikini bra and over her nipple.

"Mm ... yes ... god, yes! You're tongue's so _good_ in my cunt, Jatin baby!" she moaned. 

He kept doing it, taking his time, lapping and licking and sucking and, gradually, her excitement grew. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts out, flinging her head back and gasping. With his face buried in her crotch, he looked up to her face. Her body began to jerk slightly on the narrow bench as if she was already being fucked. Now he slid two fingers into her pussy at the same time, so that he was tongue- and finger-fucking her simultaneously. She loved it, crying out loudly now and feverishly jerking her bra cups off her nipples which were already hard, her breasts swollen with arousal. 

"Yes! OHHHHH baby yes! Oh god yes oh yes oh baby yes!" she went.

He stopped at last and, as he began to get to his feet, she came upright with him, first kissing him slavishly, slipping her tongue in and out of his mouth and then, as he straightened, nuzzling his belly and crotch. 

"Mm, yes ... god, I love your cock," she said aloud and sexily rolled down the front of his jock-strap to expose his big penis. 

It was half hard already, and now she moaned softly and caressed it lovingly, gently jerking it in her fist, kissing the tip and the shaft, rubbing it sexily over her face and breasts. 

"C'mon! Suck it!" he gasped, thrusting his hips forward, and she moaned and slipped her lips around his cock.

From where I was I could see everything: the way her face distended and swelled with the size of his cock, the way it quickly grew longer and thicker and filled her face even more, her head rocking back and forth between his legs with her hands on his cock-shaft and tree-trunk like thighs, and his hands on her head, moving it back and forth to suit his pleasure as he pumped his hips to and fro. I could even hear the soft slurping noise she made as she sucked it. Her cheeks and lips looked shiny with his pre-cum gunk. She groaned deep in her cock-filled throat and her hands went to her breasts, squeezing and massaging them erotically. 

I got off the treadmill and moved to the leg extension machine. It was much closer to them. They ignored me -- I might as well not have existed. Rashmi kept sucking and sucking and sucking his cock till at last he pushed her head away. She went down on her back on the bench again and now he moved up over her, pushing her legs wider with his knees. He bent over her, holding the edge of the bench under her shoulders, his feet spread wide on the floor and I saw his cock sliding smoothly and deeply into her cunt like a knife into hot butter. Rashmi cried out loudly, her body arching hard, her hands digging into the thick muscles in his arms and her hips rose as her cunt swallowed his cock greedily. Her feet went up the back of his thighs. He bent his head and sucked hard on her swollen upthrust breasts.

"OHHHH yes! Oh god yes, Jatin, yes!" she cried. "Oh god you're so fucking big! OHMA uhh yes oh yes c'mon fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Take me! I'm yours! Ohhhhh yes oh fuck oh fuck yes please fuck me lover fuck me hard!"

"Yeh! Take it bitch, take it!" he cried and began fucking her just like she wanted, hard and deep, his powerful hips bouncing over her lap, his taut buttocks flexing and unflexing, his cock pistoning in and out and up and down. 

And all I could do was watch. I felt utterly helpless -- and helplessly aroused. It was incredibly sexy to see: the way her body tossed and heaved and writhed in unfaked ecstasy under his, her head flipping from side to side, her breasts bouncing heavily with his thrusts, her gold necklace tossing and slithering on her skin and the magnificence of _his_ body, with the strong, smooth muscles rippling under his tight skin, cording and bunching with effort. Their cries were loud and explicit and lewd. He had hit a steady, yet rapid, rhythm now and I saw him controlling his breath as if he was in the midst of a heavy workout.

"Mmm ... yes oh baby yes!" she moaned. "God, Jatin, you're so good baby ... your cock feels so good in my cunt ... c'mon, lover! Fuck me, Jatin! Ahhhh uh yes uhh yes uhh OHHHHHH yes, oh fuck yes! C'mon! Shove it all in! Yes! That's it! Oh yes baby give it all to me! Yes I want it all, I want it all, I want all of it in me! Yes! That's it! Come on, Jatin, give it to me! Deeper! Ahhh yeh, that's it, come on! Fuck me harder, lover! OH uh oH uh OH uh OH uh OHHMA uh OHMA OHMA OHMA UH _HANH_ UHH OHHHHHHHH!"

"Yeah take it whore, take it!" he roared. 

He was going really fast now and I thought they would come but obviously he had other ideas. He wasn't going to let her get off so easily. I finished my set on the leg machine and took a break, standing by and watching them. Jatin pulled out of her, making her gasp and moan in frustration. He straightend up. I saw that his body was glistening with sweat now and what an incredible build he had. He turned to me with a grin.

"Hey, you! You small-dicked wimp!" he said. "What do you think? Like watching me fuck your wife like a whore, do you? She really loves it when I fuck her," he turned to her and pulled her to her feet, grabbed her, squeezed her breast and kissed her, "don't you bitch?"

She smiled radiantly, and I knew she loved the rough words and rough handling of her body. Her fingers curled lovingly around his cock. "Oh yes, Jatin, baby," she moaned. "I _love_ it when you fuck me! I just adore your cock!"

He laughed at me again. "Hear that, bahenchod? Listening to that? Keep watching, asshole, and maybe you'll learn something -- how a _real_ man should fuck! How a woman _needs_ to be fucked! Watch and learn, bugger, watch and learn!"

Just then the door opened and the other two gym staff came in. They're proper _sudra_ servant-types, _naukar_s. They saw what was going on and began grinning. One of them was Sudhesh, who helps out with the sauna, and the other was Pravin, who works in the gym. Both are dark and young. Pravin is the better built and better looking too and has a really big cock, but Sudhesh is well above average, too. They grinned and came closer.

"Hey, Jatin! When do I get my chance?" Pravin said. 

"Later, asshole. Not now. Later you can both fuck her together!"

"And this eunuch will just watch, right?" Sudhesh mocked me. 

"What else can he do? Pravin replied. Fucker can't keep his own wife happy, he's made her the whore of the neighbourhood -- And the whore actually _prefers_ the servants! She just _begs_ to be fucked by a servant! What say, whore? Want to suck my cock?" 

By now Jatin was on his back on the bench and Rashmi was kneeling on the floor like a slave between his legs with her head bent over his cock, sucking it hungrily. She looked up at Pravin and beckoned him. He hopped off his stool and, chuckling, came forward, unzipping. She lifted her mouth from Jatin's cock, but kept fisting him, and turned her face to Pravin's cock and took it in her mouth.

"Yes, my love," she murmured. "Today I'm going to get myself fucked by all three of you! And yes, I'll suck your cock!"

She went back to Jatin, sucking his cock again. I stood by silently, watching. Over her head, Jatin laughed mockingly at me. He held her head and moved it over his lap.

"Watch, you cocksucker, watch!" he crowed. "See how your wife sucks my cock! C'mon! Suck harder, whore! Suck it hard!"

He pulled her head up after a bit and she came to her feet and straddled his hips on the bench and took his cock in her hand and, with a loud moan, slowly impaled her cunt on it. 

"Oh baby yes!" she gasped, flinging her head back, her hands squeezing her breasts in excitement. "Oh god yes, oh that's so good!"

She did it really slowly, as if she was trying to relish every inch of his cock in her cunt. She went down on it slowly, taking it in bit by bit, moaning and groaning, biting her lower lip in tension. At last she had it all inside her, and her buttocks were jammed down on his thighs. She smiled radiantly down at him.

"Oh god, your cock feels _sooooo_ good in my cunt, Jatin! Mm ... ohhh yes!" She began swirling her hips erotically on his cock, gyrating them in tight circles and swinging back and forth on his cock. It seemed like she was churning her cunt with his cock. She looked so sexy!

"Yes," she moaned, arching her head. "Oh god yes!" 

She slid her hands sexily up her body and over her breasts to her neck and face, tossing her head back. He slid his hands up her body and squeezed her breasts. She cupped his hands with hers and her tongue arched sexily over her upper lip. 

"Oh baby yes! I could do this with you all night!" She moaned and bent her head while squeezing and lifting her breast and I saw her tongue swirling out over her own nipple. "Mm, Jatin, baby, you're the best!" she breathed. 

Whimpering and groaning in lust, my wife began moving up and down on Jatin's huge cock. Standing behind her, I could see her cunt rising and falling on the enormous shaft, going up and down at least a good five or six inches. She started slowly, lifting her hips, then spiraling them down, then going up again. She was still upright and, as she moved, and moved faster, her breasts began to bounce sexily. Her head was flung back. Her slender body looked really sexy bouncing on the trainer's lap like that. Now she leaned forward, her hands on his chest and moved faster, now swinging her hips in circles as she jammed her cunt down hard on his cock. 

"Oh fuck yes oh fuck yes!" she cried. "Oh god yes!"

Her big breasts bounced with her movement. His hips bucked and heaved under her. He gripped her hips and held her fast, bent over him and began fucking her hard from beneath, hammering his hips violently up and down under her.

"OHHHH JATIN! JATIN! JATIN OH MA OH OH GOD OH GOD OH YES OH FUCK OH YES OHH MA UH YES OH YES OH GOD YES YES YES OH FUCK YES FUCK ME OH YES FUCK ME!" Rashmi cried loudly, as his cock smashed up and down under her, his thighs slapping loudly at her buttocks. 

Her whole body tossed and jerked violently over his and her breasts were bouncing wildly and her gold necklace was flying this way and that and her hair was tumbling all over. Faster and faster he went, ramming up into her and then he slammed into her and held still -- and did it again and again and again, and each upthrust made her gasp and cry out. Jatin slowed and pulled her down hard onto his cock and held her still. Rashmi shuddered and groaned. 

Jatin called to Sudhesh. "Hey, Sudhesh, fucker! C'mon! In her mouth!"

Sudhesh whooped in delight and jumped off the machine on which he was perched and came to her, dropping his blue overalls. His cock sprang out at her face and, with a loud, shuddering moan, Rashmi turned her face and began to suck him heavily. He grinned in pleasure, standing with one hand on his hip, the other on her head, sometimes squeezing her breasts as he fucked her mouth. 

They went on for a bit and then she slipped off Jatin's cock, kissing him gently as she went. "Let me make them happy also," I heard her say with a slow sexy smile. He grinned and agreed.

"Come on boys," she beckoned to Pravin and Sudhesh. "Come and take me!"

She went to the machine he pointed to. This was the one we use for leg curls, where you lie on your front on an angled seat, your forearms on two pads and lift the weight bar with your calves, right up to your buttocks. Rashmi went to it now and lay down on it, her breasts hanging over the edge of the seat, her buttocks thrust up high, her forearms on the pads, her hands clenching the supports. In this position, both her ass and her cunt were wide open for Sudhesh's pleasure and she was pinned under him. Meanwhile Pravin somehow got in front of her on his knees and pushed his cock up at her face. Jatin laughed at the sight. 

He turned his face to me. "Now watch the fun, fuckface! Watch your wife take two servant-cocks together!"

Sudhesh spread her butt-cheeks open and I watched as his big dark cock disappeared into her body again, going right into her cunt all the way. On the machine, Rashmi groaned thickly.

"Like it, whore? Like my cock in your pussy?" he grunted, bending over and pulling her head up by her hair and pushing his tongue into her mouth. "Like it, right?"

"Oh god yes!" she moaned. "Oh god Sudhesh yes come on now fuck me! Please! Fuck me lover I want it! I want to cum so badly baby!"

He laughed again. His groin was jammed to her cunt. He held her hips and began fucking her from behind slowly and deeply, squeezing his cock right up deep into her cunt. Groaning, Rashmi filled her face with Pravin's cock in front of her while Sudhesh began fucking her from behind. I watched, hypnotized, as the big sudra cock slid deeply in and out of her cunt. She was loving every bit of it, I could tell. There was no doubt about it. After some time, they swapped places and kept fucking her. On and on it went and then she stopped them and moved back to Jatin.

"Now," she said, smiling sexily. "I want all three of you. Together!"

The guys laughed in joy and mocked me even more. I watched, with a thudding heart, as my wife turned herself into a total whore for the three men. Now Pravin got on his back on the bench and she mounted him as she had Jatin earlier. Meanwhile, Sudhesh stood before her and pushed his cock into her mouth. And Jatin got behind her and pressed his cock-head to her anus.

"Hey, asshole, come here and see!" he shouted to me. "Come and see how your wife takes 25 inches of cock meat!"

He pushed his cock-head into her ass and Rashmi cried out, going stiff with tension and then relaxing and letting him in, moaning and crying out wildly as the two cocks invaded her cunt and ass together. With a soft groan, she sank her head onto Sudhesh's cock again. 




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And all I could do was watch and burn. 

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Working Out



After nearly 15 years of marriage, Keri and I had become a typical middle class couple. My work paid well so we really didn't want for much. I had the solid beginnings of a middle aged spread, it seemed like the larger it got, the less I was interested in doing something about it.

Keri fared a bit worse than me, her once fine and lithe body had 30 extra pounds, and the places it settled did little to flatter her.

I could see she was aware of it, too, she came to bed wearing shapeless full length flannel nightgowns that did little to hide the extra weight, and in my opinion made it worse. Her manner of dress in the daytime went from the low cut tops and sexy skirts or tiny tight shorts that used to delight me, to middle aged dresses, garments designed to hide her expanding body.

I even put in a small weight room, she worked at that for just a few days then settled back into the routine. I managed a bit less effort. Our sex life dropped off to a couple of times a month, then one day I realized it had been well over a month and I was beginning to get frustrated.

Solo sexuality in the bathroom before bedtime just wasn't my thing.

So I started going to see different massage therapists. I went through perhaps a dozen, doing the usual hints about a bit more than just a massage before finding one a little more willing than some. Her name was Patti, she was around 40 and not really very pretty, still something about her did get me going. She even seemed to delight in causing an erection, then teasing some before taking hold and stroking me to orgasm.

That became my outlet, I justified it by thinking that sex was my right, and if Keri wouldn't, then an alternative was fair game.

Of course I kept those activities to myself, there was no need to stir up a potential Hornet's nest at home.

It all came to a head one day, Patti called the house because she had to cancel. I wasn't home, so she told Keri to have me call to reschedule. I had made the mistake of lying to Patti, telling her my wife was "celibate but understanding" and knew all about everything. Then even more stupid, I gave her my home phone number, not even thinking that she might actually use it. Lying to her was part of my clever plan to encourage Patti to take care of me, once that lie was started I more or less had to stick with it. It worked partially, soon after I told Patti that, she relented and started doing hand jobs for me at our weekly session, which a nice $50 tip seemed to help achieve.. She even stripped down topless and let me feast my eyes on her small but pretty breasts to help stimulate me. It was looking like a matter of time before I would have her on the table with me, I was working on that direction with each session, and sensed Patti was getting close to going for it.

Hell, things were going fine until the phone call.

Keri got curious since I had never even once mentioned going to get a massage, so she started checking around. She somehow found out that Patti was one of those ladies who would provide extras for "special" clients, all hell broke loose that night when I got home.

It started out with "You bastard", which became "I am fat an ugly" then to "You don't love me anymore" followed by some tears, some more yelling and me sleeping on the couch.

I suffered with cold dinners and cold nights for a solid week, I stayed the hell away from any massage parlors too. And back to solo sexuality, which sucks.

Then came the next change. My phone rang as I was getting ready to leave work, it was Keri telling me to stop somewhere and eat, she had an "appointment." Still not feeling ready to challenge her on much of anything, I just grabbed a burger and some fries on the way home. She didn't stumble in until 10:30.

I looked up as she came in, and was surprised to find her with still wet hair, she had obviously freshly showered. She more or less collapsed on the couch and began rubbing her legs. I looked at the gym bag she set on the counter and back to her, wondering what the fuck?

"I am in an dance and workout class, we meet twice a week." she explained.

"Oh. OK." I said, non committal.

Well, it sure as hell couldn't hurt her any but I was smart enough to not say that.

In a few short weeks Keri did another change, I was allowed back into the marital bed by then. I climbed in on my side, laid down to sleep when she reached over and touched me, scooting closer. Thinking perhaps she was interested in a little makeup sex, I did my best to respond and managed a weak erection, having done a bit of my solo sex in the bathroom before coming to bed.

One started, Keri seemed more energetic than normal, I dismissed it as having been quite a long time. I did the usual licks on her breasts, noticing they seemed smaller and firmer, and I was surprised to find her stomach was tighter and firm, too.

Somewhere in the back of my mind it hit me as I was dozing off that her twice weekly workout sessions were having an effect.

One thing about changes like that is they are slow, and seeing her every day I really didn't notice much. A man's working life can be full, thinking of the next day's closings, get the check, moving on to the next project, solving the next problem. Every Monday and every Thursday evening I had the TV to myself until around 10:30, grabbing a burger and fries and a soda on the way home. I sat in my big soft chair, the History or Discovery channel blathering away, often dozing until Keri got home.

I did notice that she initiated sex much more often, I did like that. My sessions with myself slowed and faded into just a memory, life was getting good. It even popped into my head that it would be nice to give Patti a call, but I didn't have that much courage yet.

Patti even called me once, lucky for me on a Monday evening while Keri was at her workout class, then stupid of me for forgetting the caller ID. Patti was wondering how I was, and curious as to why I had stopped coming. Of course I couldn't exactly tell her that Keri had caught us and I almost lost my balls over the situation, so I lied and told her I was really busy and would call her for an appointment.

Damn caller ID! I forgot about that, realizing just as Keri ran the list when she got home. She looked at me with her eyes wide, I stammered an explanation that was true, which wasn't well recieved. The bedroom got a little cold the next few nights, but I minded all of my "P's" and "Q's", making damn sure I was exactly on time and where I said I would be so things calmed fairly quickly.

The schedule around Keri's classes settled into a rythm, the cute lady at the hamburger stand even knew my name, giving me a big smile as she handed me my meal. I always tipped her a buck, so I got some extras now and then like a slice of ham and extra french fries. A few times if things were slow we chatted, I found out her name was Sara. She made a point of making sure I knew she got off at 10 PM, not that I could do anything about it since Keri got home at 10:30. I thought about Sara some, she was cute, a little soft looking, nice fat round breasts and maybe 30 years old tops. I even fantasized about her during my now rare sessions in the bathroom, rare since Keri was getting more and more eager and willing all the time.

Then came another change, I came out one Saturday morning, woke up around 11 AM or so. No sign of Keri, I finally found her out back laying on her stomach on a blanket, she had on a Bikini I hadn't seen before.

I stood and looked at her, the 30 pounds were gone, just a tiny hint of that remained on her hips. Her upper legs still showed some dimples of cellulite, but not much, and the muscles of her body were defined and clear.

She simply looked damned good. Good enough that I stood there and stretched, sensing a erection forming just at the sight of her.

I decided to join her, I went and got out my old bathing trunks, it had been years since I had them on. I managed to get them over my behind, realizing it took a bit of effort, even though they had a stretch material sewed into the waist. I pulled them up, stood up, the waistband instantly rolled over and reversed downwards from the pressure of my stomach pressing on it.

I turned and took a good look at myself in the mirror, it was almost a shock. My 230# body bulged outwards in front, where did my trim 180# frame go? I stripped off the suit, looked down. I couldn't even see my penis because my stomach was in the way. I realized I was looking at a full year's worth of hamburgers, french fries, and the extras I had delighted in twice a week.

I was still looking at myself in the mirror when Keri walked in. She caught the expression on my face instantly, spotted the trunks lying on the bed. She picked them up, looked at them, back at me.

"I will buy you a new pair." She turned and walked out of the room.

I started in my weight room that afternoon.

All I really accomplished for the first few weeks was to make myself sore and miserable. But I realized I was already miserable, and I do have a stubborn streak in me. Once I start I refuse to quit, part of why I am so good at my job selling.

I pounded myself until I hurt so badly I just could not go on, then I rested and did it again. Keri never said a single word.

I stopped each Monday and Thursday at the hamburger stand, still enjoying the short chat with Sara. The first time after I started my workouts, she handed me my sack of food as I walked up to the window. I took it with a smile but ordered the salad also, with just some Vinegar and Oil. I dumped the burger and fries in the trash when I got home. Sara was smart, the next time she waited, I ordered just the salad and some Tea. She smiled at me. 

"Do it, big boy!" as she handed me the bag. I tipped her the usual buck, and my salads got better after that, I realized she had to be doing a bit of personal shopping just to dress them up with shaved Carrots and little yellow Tomatos, things like that.

I guess she had realized, too. Hell, how could anyone miss? I was getting monstrous. But I was beginning to show progress, back to 225# and holding.

I was dozing a few weeks later in my chair after my Thursday night workout session at home, the TV was off. I woke up, glanced at the clock, it was midnight.

No Keri. 

I even checked the house, she normally woke me when she came in. No sign of her. I was just starting to worry when I heard her car in the driveway.

"Sorry I am late." she said as she came in.

I noticed she looked shiny like she had some kind of oil on her.

"What's that?"

"Oh, I strained a muscle so I got a massage at the studio."

"Massage?"

"Yes, from one of the girls...uhh...Kathy." She hustled into the bedroom, I heard the shower running in short order.

I went in and slid into bed, waited. Keri came out, climbed in beside me.

"I am down to 220# now."

"That's nice, honey." and she was asleep.

I lay there for quite awhile, thinking. I realized I had never been to any of her classes, and had no idea of who was there, none at all. Keri also had never really even talked about them much, which I suddenly found odd.

Now I was suspicious. Keri had been as late as 11:00, never midnight. I tried to remember, realized that for the last 3 months she had come home and instantly hit the shower. I thought back, at first she had come home with her hair all wet from showering at the studio.

Yes, now I was suspicious! That is an evil thing, too. I dwells in a person's mind, all kinds of possible scenarios crop up, no evidence to support or disprove, so it eats away at a the mind.

It did that to me. So cleverly I began to snoop.

I drove by the studio, it was only about 4 blocks from the little hamburger place I stopped at. All I could see was the doorway, the place had to be upstairs, on the 2nd floor.

I scouted out the likely route to my house, less than 2 miles. An idea popped into my head.

I knew that Keri's class started at 6:00 until 10 PM. I was parked out of sight at 5 the next Monday. At about 5:30 a car drove up, a tall man got out. He was dressed in tight gym shorts and a tank top. He was dark haired, muscular. His passenger was a a slightly smaller man, also muscular and darker skinned, perhaps East Indian or Italian. Women started arriving shortly, all sizes and shapes. Then Keri drove up, hopped out and reached back inside for her gym bag.

I almost dropped my Tea I was sipping. She had on a flesh colored form fitting dance outfit, it hugged her tightly. There were no leggings, and just two straps over her shoulders. At the distance I was watching she looked almost naked, I could make out the bumps of her braless breasts as she turned and went inside.

I had never seen that outfit, Keri was always dressed when she got home.

Now I was REALLY suspicious.

I stopped at the burger stand, got my salad. I was just turning away, then I stopped and turned back.

"Sara, do you know anything about the dance studio down the street?"

"Sure, I go there on Tuesday nights. It's my night off." She stressed the "night off" part, looking at me expectantly.

I didn't miss that.

"What's it like?"

"Oh, it's all women, but it is run by two guys, Ramon and Sal."

"So what is it like?"

"Oh, we dance to music, do exersizes, some gymnastics."

"That's it?"

"Pretty much, except Ramon and Sal also have a massage room in the back, they are pretty good, too." She grinned at me.

"But it's just for women."

"Thanks." I headed home.

I was back at my hiding spot by 10 PM, I had a six-pack of water on the seat beside me. Women started coming out around 9:30 which I found odd, then Keri came out about an hour later. She was fully dressed. The taller man was with her, I watched as she turned, he put his arms around her, kissed her. That was not a friendly good night kiss in my opinion.

I started my car, headed down the back street as fast as I could go. I parked the car, ran inside, set the water on the table and grabbed one. I just made it to my chair when I heard Keri drive up.

"Been somewhere?" was the first words out of her mouth as she came in. I knew she would notice the sounds of my car cooling off when she got home.

Told you I was clever.

"Yea, I ran down to get some water."

"We have water in the kitchen."

"We do?" I took a sip, displaying my best completely innocent expression.

Keri looked at me funny, headed for the shower.

"Get a massage?" I called after her.

"Yes, just a short one. Kathy..uhh..my leg was a little sore." She shut the door.

Kathy, huh?

I pretty much knew now, but I had to be sure.

I watched Keri as she came to bed, her night wear was now a lot more like when we first married. She did look good with the nightlight behind her as she crossed the room. I couldn't help but get the beginnings of an erection at the sight of her. I think my own workout sessions were having an effect on that, too. I had dropped to just under 200#, then a funny thing happened. I began to gain, I was back to 210# and my big gut was mostly gone. I had even tried on my old swimming trucks, rescued from the trash can and hidden by me.

They fit.

But I also had a suspicion that one of those "instructors" might be fucking my wife, so I grabbed Keri and lay her back, I gave her a pounding like I hadn't in years. She responded, too, I forced myself to delay, actually beating at her loins, and I was hard as steel in the process. It was like I was trying to punish her, but she loved it instead.

"Wow!" was all she said afterwards.

Thursday came, I stopped to get my salad. I asked Sara if she knew anyone in the Monday or Thursday classes. She got a funny look on her face, asked my why.

"My wife is in those classes."

"Oh, you are married?" she sounded disapointed.

"Yes, and I have a feeling...." I let the sentence hang, unable to just say what I felt. Sara looked at me, realizing.

"Oh, I see, you think...? Hey, I could trade shifts and maybe find out?"

"Would you? I mean, maybe it's nothing, it's just..."

"Sure, they have four classes each week, I can go any night, it's all paid for."

"That would be great, I will make it worth your while."

"I will see to that, big boy!" She grinned at me.

I turned to leave, she called out.

"Hey Dan!" I looked back.

"You are turning into a real hunk!" I swear she licked her lips.

I was beaming all the way home.

Monday I stopped at the burger stand, I was greeted by a slightly built young African man. I ordered my salad and tea, knowing I was going to miss Sara's version of my salad when I got home. I spent the next day and Wednesday willing the clock to go faster, finally I was at the burger stand, the same young man was at the counter. I asked him where Sara was, he told me they had switched shifts for the week, she had something to do.

The weekend was hell, I practically beat myself to death in my weight room.

Monday my phone rang at work. It was Sara, which surprised me.

"Let's meet tonight." she said. "I have tonight off again."

"Ok, how did you get my office number?"

"Oh, easy. It's in the files at the dance studio."

OK. So I had me a little private detective.

Sara and I met at a coffee shop on the other side of town, I was sitting there waiting when she came into the room. She looked hot, too, a cute little halter top, one of those almost too tiny little skirts that tie on the side, matching shoes. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, I had always seen it pulled up and under that silly cap management made their employees wear at the burger stand.

She sat across from me and smiled, knowing full well I liked the way she looked. I was wearing one of my sleeveless shirts, I had started wearing them to let the new bulges on my arms show.

"I think it is Ramon." she started right out with.

"What did you find out?"

"Ramon led the Monday class. He spends a lot of attention on...Keri. But nothing really during the class. Afterwards they went into the massage room. That was early, too, Sal came out and led the class from about 8:30 on."

"That's it?"

"Well, I waited outside, they came out just after 10, everyone but Sal had left. Ramon kissed her and she left."

"Yes, I saw that myself."

"Then Thursday Sal lead the class, Ramon was in the back. Keri went back at about 8 and didn't come out."

I nodded, it pretty much confirmed what I was thinking.

Sara leaned forward and took my hand.

"My place is just a mile away." Her invitation was obvious.

We had time.

Sara was naked within 60 seconds of her apartment door closing, I wasn't far behind. Her body was in fine shape, just a few extra pounds but muscular. The dark caps of her nipples were hard, her vagina bulged in excitement. I took my sweet time, making sure she went right with me. Then I lay her back on her bed, she opened her legs wide, eagerly giving me access. Sara was the only woman I ever knew that there was no seduction, she wanted me and made sure I knew it.

I didn't even feel a pang of guilt as I pressed inside her, I did my best to last as she orgasmed over and over and over. I then let go, feeling the squish of our joined sheens of sweat as I did so. Later we lay cuddled as she idly rolled my foreskin back and forth.

"So what are you going to do?" she asked.

"I don't know, I just don't know yet."

"Well, you can come see me anytime!" she leaned forwards and took me in her mouth. It took just a few minutes of effort on her part and I blasted off in her mouth, she just continued, sucking me dry and swallowing.

"Yum!"

I burst out laughing, this was one fine chunk of woman. I glanced at my watch, it was 10 O'clock. I hustled to dress, kissed Sara, and headed home.

I needn't have hurried, Keri came home just after midnight. I had even had time to do a quick wash to hide any evidence. She was shiny with oil, she murmered a hello and hurried into the shower.




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Later in bed, she reached for me, her efforts went without much success. I really had pretty much spent everything.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, just tired." She gave up and we slept.

I managed to keep my tongue in my face until the weekend, I was sitting in my chair sipping some Tea when Keri wandered in still in her bedclothes.

"Your classes have really helped you."

"Yes," she almost posed for me. I had to admit she really did look good, her body now looked like it did 16 years earlier on our wedding night. Yes, our wedding night was our first, I know that sounds strange in today's world but it is true. She had come out of the bathroom in a flimy pink wrap, nothing else. I was laying on the bed, my erection monstrous in anticipation. I remember the way she looked, perfect, vulnerable, nervous, beautiful all rolled into one. Our first union was hurried and eager, the second one was quieter, more relaxed, the third was an attempt by each of us to give the other pleasure. The fourth came in the morning, moments after we woke, the slow and careful type of lovemaking and exploring that newly married folks have.

All that went through my mind as I sat and looked at her, standing there displaying herself to me, proud again.

She came and cuddled in my lap.

"Dan, you look really nice, too."

I knew that I did, I finally had my body back in shape. But that wasn't what I had on my mind at the moment.

"So who all is in your class, anyway?" I asked.

"Oh, just some other women."

"Yes, but who?

Keri named off a half dozen names I didn't know, missing the ones I waited to hear. She even mentioned the "new girl" Sara.

"What about Kathy?"

"Kathy? Oh yes, Kathy." Her expression went hesitant.

"Why are you asking?"

I knew there was no one named Kathy in her class.

"And Sal?"

I felt her stiffen.

"Sal is just one of the instructors."

"Oh. And Ramon?" she stiffened again.

"Ramon...Ramon is...he is the other instruttor."

She hopped off my lap, headed for the kitchen.

"Isn't he also the massage therapist?" I called out after her.

Keri kept right on going. I got up and went after her, she was sitting at the kitchen table, a sick look on her face. I sat down, waited.

We sat there for a solid 10 minutes, not a word, I just waited.

"It was that Sara, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"I thought she asked a lot of questions, and she seemed to be watching me." Keri's chin now rested on her hands, she looked like a puppy busted for peeing on the floor.

"So what do you want to know?" She looked up at me, gathering her courage.

"All of it. Are you fucking him?"

"I...no...not really. I.. It just happened!"

"What just happened?"

"I hurt my leg..really! He is a massuer, so I had him rub it. That was not too long after you...you know."

The situation with her finding out about Patti popped in my head. Hell, that was now two years ago.

"But I stopped that." I realized she was trying to turn it back onto me.

"Yes, but..you let her!"

"Well, that's all it was." Damn. I was on the defensive.

"Well, that's all it was for me, too!" Keri jumped up and stormed out into the living room, me right behind her.

"So what did you let him DO!" I demanded.

Keri sat down on the couch, I could see she was collecting her thoughts. I sat down and waited, leaning forwards toward her.

"He..he asked me if I wanted to try a full body massage." she wouldn't look at me.

"And?"

"I let him."

"You mean..nude?"

"Yes." Her chin went back into her hands.

"To orgasm?"

"Yes."

"That's all?"

"No, I did it back."

"You mean, with your hands?"

"No. With my mouth..you know." She burst into tears.

"I suppose you let him.."

"Yes."

I leaned back, took a breath.

"Is he fucking you?"

"No..he..he wanted to but I said no."

"All right. That was all of it?"

"No." More tears.

"What else?"

"Sal, too."

"So basically you let these two MOTHERFUCKERS play with your fucking PUSSY and then you fucking BLOW them, am I right?"

Keri looked at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Are you going to leave me?" It was a whimper, she was beaten.

I sat there for a long moment, pretending to think, my mind was really a blank.

"No. I love you. Let's sort it all out, let's be honest with each other."

Keri jumped up and hugged me.

"Dan, I am sorry. It won't happen anymore."

She went into the kitchen, I heard her start hustling around, fixing breakfast. I was feeling pretty proud of myself, I had things under control.

I was just reaching for the TV controller when I heard her call out from the kitchen.

"So Dan. Now tell me. How long have you been fucking Sara?"

Oh, shit.....

MGM




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Married life brought a real lull to our sex life to the point where it seemed that my wife was doing it as a chore rather than with any passion. This made me feel inadequate as well as restless. I knew that I was a good lover and unselfish and my thick 8" cock was still performing well. My restlessness was making a strange part of me itch, namely my unexplored bisexual side. I had never really been attracted to men but the thought of a nice, hard, hot cock in my mouth made me hard and the thought of that cock pounding me hard up the arse set me alight and I would have to find somewhere to have a wank, either in the shower at home or the bathroom at work. I even had to use the toilets on the train one time.

I tried bringing up exploring some fantasies with my wife, mainly her own but she just would not speak about it. She had no spark any more and was letting herself go. Something drastic needed to happen. I encouraged her to start getting some exercise and to let our son be looked after for a couple of days a week so she could get some time to herself to go to the gym and the beautician. Within a couple of months, she had firmed up and her skin was radiant. Luckily for me her D-cup boobs stayed where they were. Her personal trainer Anthony was a boob man like me and he tailored her exercise so that it toned up her tummy, thighs and butt while improving her aerobic fitness.

So there she was, back to being a size 10 but now with a D-cup rather than the B-cup when we first met. She started spending more time with her gym friends which was good for me as I got to work on my PC at home and watch heaps of YouPorn clips. We also started making love a bit more regularly, every other week or so but they weren't the roll-on/roll-off affairs of months gone by. We actually would go for an hour of so and usually have 3 or 4 fucks during that. It twigged that she had been fucking someone else when she did something that she had never done before and would only have seen it a porno or been taught it by a lover. I had asked if I could cum on her tits and she was surprisingly happy to do it. I would usually just straddle her while she lay there and shoot over her luscious mounds but this time she got off the bed and knelt on the floor and pulled me by the cock towards her. She started stroking my cock while pointing it at her tits (first indicator) and then as I was about to come, she took her fingers away from her pussy (second indicator, she NEVER played with herself) and slowly slid a finger up my bum as I started to shoot a massive load. My sphincter contracted around her finger and I just about passed out from the pleasure and shock of my wife being into it when I came on her tits and playing with her clit and slipping a finger up my arse while I came.

After cleaning up a bit and having a cuddle I decided to broach the subject. "Honey, what was that about?"

"What was what about?" she asked, trying to act as if nothing was wrong.

"Babe, I've never seen you happy about me coming anywhere but your pussy before, you have never touched your pussy while in my presence before and you have NEVER played with my bum before. Lots of new tricks for someone who doesn't watch porn" I said, smiling at her. "If you are fucking someone else, tell me about it. I want to share and hopefully get your mojo back. So long as I am involved and this doesn't affect our marriage, I am cool with it if you tell me."

She bit her lip and tried to stammer out a fabrication. I told her it was lies and that I wanted the truth. She looked down at her feet and started to tell me about the affair with her trainer Anthony. He got hands-on with her training from the first day, helping her to do sit-ups properly and spotting her while she did weights. He would wear loose shorts and no undies and stand over her so she could see his cock while she did fly curls and bench press.

"So tell me about his cock," I said, with my cock getting bigger with every detail.

"Its not as thick as yours but a bit longer and rather flexible, just like him really. We seem to get into some weird positions" she giggled. I asked her if all of her "coffee with the gym girls" was really the affair. She said yes but that it was more fuck sessions at the gym with Anthony and some gym friends. I asked which gym friends and she hesitated.

"Davis and Antoine," she said. I was amazed as these guys were both gay. They were also black and had the look of Greek gods. My cock was massive by this stage and needed some more attention. I rubbed my hand against my wife's cum-filled pussy and started jerking off with the cum and pussy mixture. My wife smiled and moved down to take my cock in her mouth and gave me the first real blowjob I had gotten since before we were married. I came in her mouth and fell asleep with a thousand horny thoughts in my head. I woke up before my wife and decided to treat her by sucking her nipples to wake her up and then licked her pussy till she raised her hips up off the bed and screamed through her orgasm. We talked about her sex sessions with the guys at the gym and she said that Anthony was a very persuasive guy and he made her feel very sexy. Davis and Antoine were always training nearby and enjoyed watching Susanne's transformation. They had been friendly when she started and became fans of her hourglass when she started getting toned. The sessions began when Anthony snuck Susanne into the men's showers and fucked her with the guys watching and jerking each other off. This changed to Susanne being fucked by Anthony and sucking Davis and Antoine's cocks. Davis and Antoine began fucking her too while Anthony watched and they all thought it was a good way to strengthen core muscles.

I wanted to be a part of this but Susanne was not sure. I said that the alternative was not fucking them anymore and she said she would talk to Anthony. I decided to contact Davis and Antoine myself and they were wary for a while but I assured them that I was not after revenge but to be part of a hot sexual experience, especially with a couple of well-hung good-looking black men. They got the idea and were only too happy to make it happen. To get ready for the night I went to a place on Oxford St that specialised in the male version of the Brazilian. I am naturally pretty smooth and the guy who did the waxing for me paid particular attention to my crack and rubbed his cock on my arm so I decided to return the favour and started to rub his cock through his trousers. I shuffled up to the end of the massage bed and leant my head back so my throat was open and let him stick his cock as far into my mouth as he could. I got my first mouthful of cum not too long after this and a promise of more free waxing if I wanted to play again.

There was a long weekend coming up at the gym that the guys went to and Antoine had talked the owner into letting him close up for the weekend. Susanne and I got to the gym at 9pm, after everyone had left and met up with Davis, Antoine and Anthony in the weight room. They were all buff from their workout and looked amazing. I told Susanne to get into her gym gear and show me and the guys how buff she was. She giggled and stripped off to her sports bra and short shorts and started her workout by doing some squats. Her arse looked fantastic as she moved and her boobs were great when she strained on the way up.

I looked over at the guys and Anthony had eyes only for Susanne while Antoine was smiling at me. I decided to get my fantasy under way.

"Honey, enjoy your workout. I am going to get these big black cocks nice and hard for you. When you are ready, I want you to fuck them but good," I said as I took off my shirt and jeans. I walked over to Antoine in my Bonds trunks and dropped to my knees in front of him. He smirked and took off his singlet and stepped out of his shorts. He had no underwear on and his half-hard cock hung before me. It was a beautiful purple black and a massive size, at least 10 inches and 8 inches around the glans. He took his cock in one hand and a handful of my hair in the other and fed me his tool. It took me a while but I managed to get a fair bit of it down my throat. I stroked his big balls while sucking his cock and got some grunts of appreciation from Antoine.

"For someone who hasn't sucked cock before, you sure are doing a good job," he moaned. Davis moved towards me, naked, and took my hand and placed it on his dick. It felt huge too, I looked over and it was a monster, about 9 inches of dark meat and even thicker than Antoine's. I stroked the smooth head and got some pre-cum as a reward. I spread it over his cock and then moved my mouth to suck on the underside of the glans. I took it into my mouth and enjoyed the sensation of two men completely under my control. I kept sucking there cocks until I heard some moaning nearby. I turned to see my wife lying back on the weights bench, doing fly curls while her legs were wrapped around Anthony's face. From her delirious look, he was licking and sucking her clit and tracing a finger around her arsehole. I looked at Davis and said, "I think the lady needs some more help."

He strode over and Anthony moved out of the way. Susanne flipped over onto her knees and stuck her rear out in the most lewd manner. Her pussy was positively gushing and Davis had no trouble sinking his massive rod into her in one go. Susanne gasped and started to cum. When she was done, Davis started to fuck her in long, steady strokes and Anthony moved around and stuck his cock in her mouth. They kept up a good rhythm and I was really hot, sucking on Antoine's beautiful cock. Anthony pulled out of Susanne's mouth and Davis moved around for some head. Antoine got his chance to fuck Susanne's pussy. Anthony walked over to me and stuck his cock in my mouth. Who was I to say no? I had two free hands so I got busy rubbing his arse and balls and he began to grunt and thrust harder in my mouth. I was really enjoying it and especially watching Susanne getting fucked hard nearby by two black guys.

"I'm gonna cum soon," breathed Anthony. I took my mouth off his cock and started to stroke him with my hand.

"Make it a good one, its not every day you get to give your lover's husband a facial," I said, waiting for the exquisite feel of cum in my mouth and all over my face. Anthony screwed up his face, grabbed his cock and pumped it furiously while I knelt in front of him with my mouth open and tongue out. He growled and the first shot hit my forehead, the next one went clear over my head and the third hit my left cheek. I got a few more shots straight into my mouth that I swallowed and then took his tool into my mouth and sucked the last few drops out softly. I cleaned up his cock and smiled up at him and said thanks.

I looked over at the bench and Susanne had moved to be on top of Davis with Antoine having his cock sucked by Susanne and Davis. I was hot to try something new so I got Susanne to do a reverse cowgirl. I knelt between Davis' legs and began licking my wife's clit while she was being fucked by a 10-inch black cock. She started shaking almost immediately as I got the pressure just right on her sensitive clit and she screamed through another big orgasm.

Antoine and Davis were still hard and had not cum yet. I looked at Antoine and said, "If you are careful and gentle, you can fuck me." He grinned and pulled me to my feet and turned me around against the wall. I pushed my arse out to meet his cock and breathed out to relax. His cock was so slick with pussy juice that a little push got most of the head into me. It really began to stretch me when he got the rest of it up my arse. I inhaled sharply and he waited for me to adjust. I used my breathing to relax and take the big cock. I pushed back and grabbed his thigh with one hand and pulled him towards me. Ever so slowly, Antoine worked his huge cock deeper inside me until he had his whole shaft buried. The sensation was amazing but got even better when he started to pull out. He started thrusting his big cock in my tight and no-longer-virginal arsehole and it felt so amazing. I felt hot breath on my ear lobe and hand on my still-hard cock. It was Susanne. She started to kneel in front of me while still stroking me with her awesome left hand

"Why aren't you fucking Anthony and Davis?" I said, looking down while getting slammed by Antoine.

"They wanted me to get you off. Besides, they are enjoying the show." I looked over to see both guys stroking their cocks, waiting for some more attention. I couldn't hold back any longer and began to cum what felt like a litre of cum. It splashed off Susanne's face and neck and began to trace down along her body, over her tits and towards her mound. When I was done, she squeezed out the last bit from my cock and licked off her fingers. She was really enjoying herself. I was feeling Antoine's thrusts getting harder and more urgent.

"Cum in my arse, I want to feel you cumming inside me," I whispered to him. I twisted around to look at him and he leant towards me and kissed me. I felt his cock get bigger and then he started to cum, shooting long hot streams of cum deep into my arse. He kept pumping me and kissing me while he came. After about 10 shots that I felt in my arse, he pulled out his flaccid cock. It was covered in cum and looked delectable. I dropped to clean his cock with my mouth. He tasted so musky that I pretty much got hard again.

Davis walked over and said, "I'll take that, please" and stroked my cock. I reached around and took some of the cum leaking from my arse and smeared it on my cock. Davis put one knee on the bench and stuck his bum in the air for me. I put the tip on his sphincter and pushed in slowly. The grip around my cock was vice-like and so hot. I started a rhythm and reached around to stroke Davis's beautiful cock. It wasn't long before he came, shooting his first two shots about 5 feet across the floor. I came shortly after that and pulled out of Davis. We kissed and settled down to watch the show on offer. Davis was lying on another bench with Susanne on top with her back to him. She was lying on his tummy and Anthony had somehow managed to get his cock between her tits for a vigorous titfuck. As we watched I couldn't help stroking my cock and then Davis's cock. They both began to twitch and grow larger. I got an idea and we got Susanne between us, Davis with cock in her pussy and me about to put it up her bum. I have never had anal sex with my wife before and she was a bit apprehensive. I told her that if I took it so could she. I eased in and could feel Davis cock in her pussy. I then felt a cock at my arse so I leant over a bit. I looked over my shoulder to see Anthony gripping my hips and ready to fuck me. I was in heaven. Antoine alternated between sticking his cock in my mouth then Susanne's. We all got into our rhythm and fucked like this for a while. I was the first to come so I got Susanne to lie down and I straddled her and came on her throat and tits. As I leant down to kiss her and lick my cum off her body, Anthony moved across and came on Susanne as well. I sucked his cock clean and began licking his and my cum off Susanne. Davis and Antoine came over and told Susanne to roll over onto her tummy. They were stroking their black rods and came all over her arse and the small of her back. I enjoyed this cum the most. We washed up in the showers where I cleaned all the cocks and licked Susanne's pussy clean. We all soaped up and had a group hug. I didn't miss the chance to play with Davis's beautiful arse.

We left the gym after midnight and went home to sleep a contented sleep. I woke up with my wife's mouth on my cock. She smiled and said she had some special guests getting breakfast ready downstairs. We talked about last night and I told her that I loved her more than ever but that it was just sex with the guys and not an emotional attachment. I wanted her to agree that it was sex outside our marriage but that we would only have emotional ties with each other. She agreed and said that I could have my pancakes while she got fucked by both black cocks. What a woman.



Working Out



Their home-gym in the basement was nothing to laugh at, complete with treadmill, weight bench, bike trainer, mats, yoga balls, and even a heavy bag to box on. Cliff had invested in himself, both of them really, and even though his company had some of the best equipment to offer, nothing beat the workout in his home, especially next to Stephanie's well-formed posterior. 

He quickly donned his gym shorts and shoes, turning up the volume on his Yamaha amplifier as it pounded through his floor speakers. This house began to rumble as his workout playlist shuffled through, a mix of everything from Ozzy to Flo Rida. 

Stephanie could feel the bass rumble through the levels of the house. She loved these sessions, just the two of them, sweating out their stress and showing off to each other. She loved to watch him lift, even more to watch him box. Cliff looked better than ever and she found herself insanely turned on every time the speakers blasted. She slipped into her tightest workout pants, a sports bra that pumped her girls up very high while keeping them secure and spiked her hair. Maybe they might get some extra cardio in, she thought with a grin. 

"Whatcha' got today babe?" Cliff was stretching and bouncing around, getting his blood pumping as his shirtless body began to respond.

"Oh I figured I run for a bit, and then lift. You?"

"Lifting and boxing, get a little swoll' on." He smiled as his arm went behind his head for a good stretch.

"Sounds good," she smiled.

Within minutes Steph was picking a decent pace on the treadmill as Cliff was in his second set of incline bench press. They stole hidden glances at one another, the music flowing through them, their eyes feasting on one other. Cliff almost found it distracting, her long legs flexing as they hit the belt, her calves accentuated. Her ass was covered by a thin layer of polyester and cotton, appearing as an airbrushing as her pants clung so closely to her skin. Her chest heaved only slightly but just enough to make him want even more what was trapped underneath.

She would look back occasionally, watching his chest flex and swell with blood as he grunted through his repetitions. Almost stumbling she would bite her lip, intent on keeping her focus yet unable to right her attention. His chest was gleaming with sweat beads now, running through his abdomen before collecting at his waistband. Each little stream flowed together, rippling as the washed over him.

They played this game for half an hour, stealing glances, trying to remain focused. Cliff stood from the bench with a deep sigh, just as Steph killed the treadmill. He took a good hard look at his woman, breathing in the smell of them both, grinning at her as he reached back for a deep stretch.

"I think it's time for a little Rocky action." He stepped back to grab his gloves.

"Well good, get out my way then because it's 'back day' and I need that bench." She grinned as she gave a jab to his stomach.

Cliff cranked the music just a little louder, pounding his fists together before throwing his first punch into the bag. He loved this cardio, a real opportunity to not only hone skills but to let out the stress. His dreams still lingered in his mind as he jabbed harder. His only distraction was Stephanie, her weight lifting incredibly erotic for him. He punched harder and faster, trying to right his mind, still stealing glimpses whenever possible. 

Her back muscles flexed as her chest heaved, her shoulders creating lines of pure sex appeal. Her sweat slid ever so slowly down her back and stomach, wetting her body in the dimly lit basement. It was almost as she glowed. She knew her power over him, the ability to drive him wildly mad as she continued to pump out her sets. She slowed her reps down even more, acting as if she was truly trying to get every ounce of strain from the movements. 

Her blood was rushing through her body, her warmth and sex lusting as she watched Cliff melee the bag. His form was incredible, every muscle cut, every jab with purpose. He was intense now, the music driving him, his look of pure determination sending a shiver through her. She had to have him, had to feel him inside of her. She begged for him to break his routine, take her right there, strip her naked and use her. She didn't care how rough, how carnal; just to be used and loved, his hard member driving into her deep.

Cliff was spent but still punching, the music helping to keep his fists flying as he eyed Steph straddling the bench. 

"Oh my God!" he thought. "DAMN!" 

She was consuming his mind now, his concentration lost on both globes of her perfect ass. Her back flexed to its extent as she started her butterflies, the weights coming back slow and even. He wanted to drop his gloves, rush to her, throw the weights down and ravage her sweet ass. He felt what little blood he had left in his brain rush to his cock, a semi-hard erection begging to come to fruition. 

"Honey," she asked softly, a little feigned strain in her tone.

"Yea babe," he gasped, dropping his hands with a deep exhale, happy to take a break.

"Can you spot me here; make sure I'm doing this right?"

"Sure babe, give me a sec," he said, quickly stripping the gloves off his hands.

"Yea, just hold my shoulders a bit, make sure I come back even...I can't tell," she lied.

"I gotcha babe."

She felt his heat behind her, his chest dripping with sweat, the beads running down his arms as his fingers lightly touched her shoulder blades, pressing in gently. She sighed to his touch, begging for a little more strength to keep the charade alive. She swung her arms back again, slowly, letting him observe her back flex, knowing how he loved it. His breath was panted already, she could hear him hold it. Again and again, she worked the weights as he softly touched her shoulders, rubbing through the sweat as he guided her.

"That's it babe, good, one more." 

She dropped the weights, collapsing her chest on the bench, breathing heavily as his hands caressed her shoulders.

"Good job babe, good push!"

The music still pounded as she looked over her shoulder, smiling at him as she leaned back for a kiss. He leaned in, trying not to make her too wet with his sweat but it was all she wanted. She reached back, her back fully arched, grabbing his head with her arm as she kissed him harder, tonguing his mouth, clicking their barbells together. He sunk down toward her, sliding his hands down her sides, rubbing her sweat into her skin as she pulled him in closer. Further down his hands slid down to the center of her back, breaching the waistline of her pants, the sweat pouring through the new opening. She could feel the cool air rush to her ass, the feeling exhilarating. 

Steph had him now, the first part of this workout was over, now it was time to get some extra cardio in. She reached back, her muscles flexing even more as she guided his hands to her chest, arching back further as he grabbed her breasts from underneath her sports bra, full hands consuming her. He guided her up as she stood, quickly rotating her hips and facing him. They kissed deeply, her hands running over his sweaty chest and stomach, his wet muscles flexing to her touch. 

She slowly slid back down to her seat, pushing his shoulders up as she did, devouring his stomach with her mouth. His sweat tasted so good, his shorts sitting on his hip line, his flexors shining through. She kissed every inch of his waistline, loving his dips and crevices, his ripped midsection a feast for her tongue. He leaned back and exhaled, looking down at her with a grin as she looked up at him with a sly smile. Her fingers inched his shorts down, the music still pounding, their hearts still racing. 

Slowly his hips gave way to his thighs, his now rock hard cock springing free. She glanced up at him, a loving smile as her tongue reached out, slowly caressing his tip before taking him in slowly, inch by inch. She sat on the bench, rocking her head back and forth on his stiff cock, his sweat still running down his body. He smelled like a man, full of life and passion. She worked him harder as he leaned back, grabbing his soft ass as she took him down her throat, her tongue extended to his sac.

"Oh my dear God...DAMN WOMAN!" Cliff was really loving this attention.

She broke her lip-lock on his dick before standing up and kissing him deeply, a little pre-cum passing between them. 

"Sit down," she ordered him, changing positions with him as she slowly laid him back against the bench. 

She slowly pulled her bra over her head as he slid her shorts down, her freshly shaven mound peaking from between her thighs. Standing there fully nude, still running wet with sweat she smiled at him, placing her knees on his legs as she pulled her body up to him, her hands locked around his neck. 

His legs stretched out to gain balance as her back arched, one hand balancing her weight on his leg, the other pulling his face to her now exposed navel. He lapped at her skin, running his tongue along every inch of wet glory he could reach, her scent flooding his nostrils as her pussy wet to his tongues sweet caress. She took the hand from behind his head, touching herself just below her breast and running it hard along her abs. She rinsed her body of sweat, watching it run down to his waiting mouth in a torrent of bliss he was only too happy to consume. She arched again, flexing her waiting mound to his mouth, his hands gripping her back to steady her as he hungrily sucked at her clit. 

She was fully aroused now, the music still reverberating through the small room. She moaned louder and louder, each assault of his tongue rushing through her like a tidal wave. More sweat poured over hips, his hungry tone driving her mad.

Her hips started to buck as she grabbed her chest hard, pinching her nipple to the point of pain. When she could no longer hold herself up she rested her back, taking his face with both her hands as she straddled him, kissing him and tasting her own musk on his tongue. She slid of him, turning around as she turned back to him, the sultry look of sin as she arched once more while spreading her legs.

"Get back here," he said forcefully, grabbing for her hips.

"Oh no!" 

She slapped his hand as he sat back. She rubbed both of her hands across her slick body ending with one finger on her tongue, the other diving to her hot hole as she plunged two fingers inside. She started to move to the music, arousing him even more as he watched her hips sway seductively, her hamstrings flexing to every move. He had to have her, to feel his cock enter that sweet cave, to pump her full. 

She reached down between her legs and grabbed the edge of the bench, steadying herself as she slowly eased onto him, letting him slide in easily as her warm peach oozed its juice, ready to have him inside of her. She rocked against him, sliding up and down as he laid back, holding his strong legs as she bounced and ground against him. He reached forward and grabbed her hips, moving her up and down as she pulled both hands through her hair, her back in full glory. She slowly lay back against him as both his hands found her breasts, grabbing them forcefully.

"Oh yea...," she purred. "Fuck me." 

She turned to look back at him, her eyes alight with fire. "Fuck me you stud!"

Cliff needed to further instruction. He grabbed her soft breasts harder then ever before, spreading her legs with his as he thrust his hips up into her, her head over his shoulder, her cries of ecstasy muffled still by the pounding beat from the speakers.

"Oh yea....right there.....OH YEA! GOOODDD!!!"

Steph was loving it, her own finger working furiously on her clit, probing into herself as he continued to pound her flower.

Their bodies slid together, his cock diving deeper and deeper into her womb as she bounced on his lap. She started to slam into now, trying to take every bit she could. His hands gripped tighter around her waist, working her down with force, hitting her deep.

Suddenly she felt his strong arms grasp around her, picking her up, his cock still buried deep inside of her. Cliff swung her around, letting her land hard on the bench as her chest pressed into the backrest. Her ass was in the perfect position to be pummeled, to be violated, to submit to his rough thrusts. She could barely think as the wind left her, a flurry of bass and guitars pounded her ears. It was dark, almost evil. Cliff assaulted her pussy now, thrusting deep and fast, his grip on her shoulders pushing his veins against the skin of his forearms, their sweat flowing once more. She could feel it run down her back, his hot breath in her ears as he slammed into her again and again, pushing her against the bench, her breaths coming in gasps.

"Oh yea! Oh yea! Fuck your little gym slut!"

She was completely in the moment now, a total submissive to his unrelenting grip on her.

"You like that don't you, you like me pounding your little pussy? That's it, give me that little swollen pussy, arch you ass!"

Cliff found a third wind, pumping her harder now. He loved it when she lost all control, when she let out her true thoughts, when she wasn't afraid of how she sounded. The music drove him harder as he slammed into her. The bench was soaked in sweat and pussy juice. 

"You want my ass?" She asked him, a grin over her shoulder as he grabbed her neck with a tight hold.

"Mmmmmmmmm, you serious?"

"Fuck yeaaa..." she groaned as he squeezed her neck tighter. "Fuck that little ass."

Cliff again needed no further instruction. Slowly he pressed against her tight sphincter, his cock slipping in on a rail of sweat and pre-cum. 

"MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Steph moaned loud as he pressed in, her ass filling with his cock.

Once again his thrusts resumed, slowly at first and then faster, matching the beat of the music. Steph could feel the pressure building inside of her, her pussy on fire, her ass filled with his stiff cock. She could feel every inch, every movement. Her nervous system absorbed every input, her ass fluttering to his slick thrusts. Her abdomen tightened and released, faster and faster as his choke hold kept her breaths to a minimum.

"Holy SHIT!" She managed to gargle out. 

"What's that?" He asked hungrily.

"Holy shit -- holy shit, fuck my ass -- don't stop. Holy shit....uuuggghhhhh!" Steph groaned as her pussy swelled.

"Yea, take it baby, take that big cock in that tight little ass."

"H-o-l-y S-h-i-t!!!!" 

Steph couldn't control it now, her body convulsing as he slammed into her bowels once more. The bench got a fresh soak of cum, her juice flowing out against the hot vinyl. 

Her ass began to clench, just as Cliff's cock swelled with his load.

"You want me to cum in that ass baby?"

"Oh God yea," she moaned, "Fill my sweet ass with that thick cum!"

She reached back with both hands as he grabbed her shoulders once more, groaning with ecstasy. She gripped his hips and his final thrust buried deep inside of her, his cock spewing its massive load, filling every inch of her. Again and again he pulsed against her tight muscles, his cum shooting into her hard.

As he slowly slid out he collapsed against her back, both of them sharing the small seat of the bench, his heaving and sweaty chest against her wet back. He kissed her neck and ears as she closed her eyes in peace and ecstasy, moaning to his breath. As if it was planned, the programmed music ended, the quiet of the basement only broken by their hot breath. 

A small puddle of love had gathered on the floor beneath them. Together they sat, catching their breath, playing with each other's hands as they entwined their fingers.



Working Out



I remember attending the local gym a year or so ago and there were two girls who were using the bench press. It was early in the morning and there was only one or two other people in the gym. One girl was lying down and was pushing the weight up and the other was spotting her. The spotting girl had a loose grip on the bar as the lifting girl was pushing it up and down...the motion must have caused her thin tank top to brush against her because as I was watching, her nipples just got harder and longer.

Her friend noticed and pointed it out, giggling, and as the bar went down she would flick her friend's hard nipples with her finger...they both started giggling and I just stared openly, not really caring if I was caught or not.

The switched places and the girl who was spotting originally now lay on the bench, her bigger breasts looking fantastic in her gym top. Her friend who was now spotting her pointed out her already erect nipples and told her that now it was her turn. I couldn't get off my weight machine as I was too interested in what they would do next and I was so turned on and hard.

The busty girl started her set and her friend spotted her but immediately started stroking her friend's tits when the bar went down, not like what had been done to her but just very openly caressing her friend's big tits. The busty girl started to moan and her friend asked if the weight was getting too heavy but she replied that it felt so good and was turning her on. The spotting girl said that's how she felt when her nipples were getting flicked and she was still horny now.

The spotting girl, in her little running shorts and small tank looked around, like she only just realised that they were in a public place.

Her gaze fell on me, as I was the only other person at that end of the gym with them. She asked me if I found what they were doing sexy. I said that they were going to have to show me as I wasn't sure what she was on about. She looked at me with a smirk on her face started caressing her busty friend's tits again, tracing lightly over her nipples and my erection seemed to grow even more. She reached further down her friend's body, her hands stroking her flat firm stomach and making their way to the wasitband of her tight shorts. I saw that as she did this her own breasts lined up with her friend's face and as her tank top fell away from her body the busty girl craned her neck and searched out her friend's tit. The petite girl gasped as her nipples was either licked or sucked (I couldn't quite see). They both moaned with the sensation and after a short time stood up and asked me if that turned me on.

In response I looked down at my hard cock tenting my gym shorts and they just giggled. I asked if they were girlfriends and they said they weren't and they had never done anything like this but they had been to a party the night before and they think they were still slightly tipsy.

They asked if I wanted to use the bench and if I did they would spot me considering I was alone. I said sure, not quote knowing what would happen but excited about these two gorgeous girls acting so flirtatious.

I put a couple of discs on the bar and lay down on the bench. The petite girl stood up near my head and I looked up and I could see up her tank top at her hard nipples and told he it was a nice view.

I got a surprise when I felt her friend straddle my body, her muscular thighs on either side of my body and the heat from her body on my stomach. I looked up and was about to try and lift the bar when the busty girl grabbed her friends top and lifted it, telling her that it was only fair that I see everything. Her friend giggled and said that it's only fair then for her to do the same and unzipped her gym top, releasing her big tits.

She fell back a bit and I felt her firm ass press against my hard dick and she said she almost forgot about me. She said that a hard man is good to find as she placed her hands on my chest and ground her ass and pelvis on my erection.

Her friend leaned forward and while pinching her own nipples, told her friend how hot she made her when she acted like this and that she was so sexy and she didn't know why they hadn't done this before and they started kissing, their mouths open, their tongues dancing.

The petite girl leaned forward and started licking her friend's hard nipples and my view was blocked as her pelvis came over my face, my cock still being ground on by the busty girl.

I started licking up the petite girl's thighs and she spread them wide and tried to pull them aside so I could lick her smooth pussy, but then I heard the busty girl say that her boyfriend had arrived and they jumped off me, straightened up their clothes and left, with the petite girl giving me a peck on the cheek and saying that she hoped we could meet again soon. They hurried off, and I was left to finish my work out with a hard dick.



Working Out Another Issue



SWEATY
STINKY
STUPID
EGO TRIP!

JERK
NARCISSIST
MUSCLEHEAD
SELFISH BASTARD!

Embarrassed by the vehemence of the words she had scrawled, Emma flipped the sheet on her tablet.  She was startled to see that she had been pressing hard enough on the pen to make clear indentations in the second page as well.

Starting over, she wrote at the top, Why My Husband Lifts Weights.  That was the assignment she was supposed to write for their marriage therapist this week.  What a lame headline!  Thoroughly irritated, she scribbled a flurry of venomous subtitles: 

Obsession, or Mere Compulsion?

More Productive than Pounding Sand?

Quest to Become a Human Forklift

Don't They Make Machines To Do That?

Neanderthal Vestigial Behavior Persists

As she sighed and flipped again to another new page, Emma thought about the path that had brought them to this point.  Sure they fought, every married couple did, but how did they get to the degree of distance and isolation that drove them to a 'marital counselor'?

So lost was Emma in her thoughts that she didn't hear Jason's measured footsteps.  Slightly startled as he entered the kitchen, she was glad she had already hidden her first two pages.

"OK, I finished sending out those emails and we can talk now.  Shall I put on some coffee?" he asked.

"Uh, fine," she stammered.  "Yes, in fact, that sounds nice," she added, trying to act somewhat more composed.

As Jason turned and busied himself at the coffee maker, Emma was struck with a glimmer of hope that perhaps the counseling was paying off.  Last week's assignment had been for Jason to try to understand why she wanted time away on the weekends to get together with her friends.  He did seem to start to appreciate something of the rich fabric of the socialization, the meshing of feelings and experiences those gatherings represented.  Now today, he surprised her by taking the time to prepare a sit-down coffee for two. Tender; intimate, even.  A small step perhaps, but a nice one.

She felt her shoulders unclench slightly as the aroma of roasted beans spread like sunshine over her.  During the week, caffeine was merely the fuel for her frantic office at the newspaper.  On a Saturday morning like this, however, as with her circle of women friends, it was a treat to savor and linger over.

While the coffee maker neared the end of its familiar burbling, Emma rewrote today's title.  The tensions of their recent conflicts gnawed at her again, and not quite consciously, she wrote something on the second line: who what when where why how.  Although she had been a professional news writer for years, she found those novice crutches oddly comforting, like handrails helping to guide her through the uneasy fog their marriage had become. 

Jason brought over two large mugs of the steaming brew and they added their cream and sugar.  He gazed at Emma as she stirred her cup.  She looked so beautiful, with delicate, calm fingers poised around the edge of her mug.  Why did it seem as though the good times were buried under ten thousand arguments?  A minute passed while he watched Emma gazing into the whorls of her coffee, deep in thought.  

Finally he spoke up gently. "You wanted to work on our assignment?"

"Mm-hmm," she replied, rousing herself.  "Doctor Wilson said I could treat this like an ordinary newspaper article, so we should probably just start with the basics."  

Choosing neutral language was an important piece of interviewing anyone, from politicians to criminals, but with the baggage of a troubled marriage it was a more painstaking process than she had expected.  She had to discard several phrases like ... take so much time away from your family and ... hide in your damn basement.

Finally, Emma opened with, "My assignment is to investigate why you work out."  Then, with evident irritation, "I'm not sure what good this all will do, but why don't you start by telling me a little about yourself."  Emma regretted the sarcastic dig as soon as she had uttered it, but she was too proud to try to patch it over.

Jason bristled at the implication that the counseling process in general and this week's assignment in particular were a waste of time.  He reminded himself that along the road of their relationship, every bump was in fact a fork where he had to consciously choose between escalation and forgiveness.  

Taking a deep breath and a long sip of coffee, he let the stab of anger fade.  "I'm Jason Carpenter.  I'm a professor.  I have a beautiful wife and two-point-two kids.  Scott and Emily are at their grandparents and, judging by the barking, Buster is chasing a squirrel.  Maybe I should rethink that count, though, since he eats a lot larger share than point-two."

Emma smiled slightly at his wry humor and made a little note on her page, then continued. "That sounds like a pretty intellectual background for someone who's into bodybuilding."

"I don't think I'd call it 'bodybuilding'," Jason answered after a second.

"Why don't you tell me what terms would fit better?" Emma invited disarmingly.  She smiled inwardly to see that Jason had risen to her standard journalist's bait and moved from who to what without noticing.

"It's no big deal, I guess," Jason considered.  "'Bodybuilding' seems to imply a goal of only muscles rather than overall fitness.  'Working out' seems a little too general, like it would include the latest celebrity-yoga-in-a-swimming-pool fad.  I guess I've preferred 'lifting weights' since it sounds a little more macho."

"So, when do you like to lift weights?" she continued, deliberately echoing his word preference.

"I used to like to work out over lunchtime at the fitness center on campus," Jason explained.  "Since Scott was born, though, I started working out more at home in the evenings, and I haven't been back to the gym at all since Emily came along.  This way, I get my office-work done in a shorter period of time to get home earlier.  At home, if I get a chance to work out, I do.  If not, I don't."

"Hmm," Emma realized.  "So you figure that you are actually saving time by working out at home?"

"Yes," he replied.  "It gets me home and available for more hours.  I usually lift after the kids are in bed.  If you're in the middle of a movie and I have time for a glorious whole hour, I indulge, but I've broken up my routine so that I have workouts planned for fifteen minutes, or even five minutes, if that's all I have."

"Interesting," Emma led. "Well, you've already started to tell me where.  You would work out at the university if you could, but now you mostly lift at home."

"Right."

"So show me where."

"Now?"

"That's what an investigative journalist does: investigate," she smiled.

"What about our coffee?" he asked.

"Bring it along."  The coffee mugs were a prop Emma might have used to disarm a suspicious bookie or shady salesman, but they should work in this case as well, to neutralize the polarity of the venue.  Instead of entering HIS domain with her as an intruder or inquisitor, they were simply relocating their breakfast-table coffee chat.

Emma stood up for emphasis.  "Lead on...  Down to the dungeon!"  She immediately realized there were unintentional negative overtones in what she had planned to be a light-hearted bit of humor, but hoped it would be taken in the right spirit.  As they walked down the steps, she realized she hadn't been down to the basement in more than a year, always sending Jason to take boxes down or bring seasonal decorations up.  Now she realized that from the main part of the storage area, the exercise portion wasn't even visible.

As they walked around the wall of boxes that defined this end of the basement, Emma's blood pressure spiked.  Only the fact that this was a therapy assignment restrained her from shouting out her first impressions: Why are you using so much space we could use for storage?  Since when did you buy this much workout gear?  How much did all this cost?

Desperate for some time to compose herself, she spied at a picnic table that was awaiting warmer weather before reemerging onto the patio.  Sitting down uneasily, she took a long sip of coffee.  She glanced over at Jason to see if he was awaiting her reaction.  He was sitting on the same side of the picnic table, appearing to nonchalantly drink his coffee, but from the waist down, his body language was painfully easy to read.  He was perched on the edge of his seat as far away from her as possible, legs tensed as though readying himself to spring into a verbal counterattack if necessary.

Not yet calm enough to speak civilly, Emma consciously unclenched her teeth to take a second, even longer sip of coffee.  As she relaxed slightly, it occurred to her that if he had to have an obsession, maybe this one was better than bass fishing or some extramarital nookie.

"This is a nice space," she finally said out loud.

Relieved, Jason answered, "Thanks."  With an obvious sense of relief and pride, he elaborated. "I reinforced my high school weight bench with steel tubing, and I designed and built the cable system last summer."

Finally, her gaze reached the far end of the area.  She was shocked to see that it looked more like the free-weight area of a fitness club than a home gym.  This was clearly excessive!  Two ten-foot long shelves were loaded with dumbbells of all shapes and sizes, two floor stands held piles and piles of iron weight plates, and a wide floor to ceiling mirror stood behind the shelves.  Now Emma found it impossible to conceal the edge in her voice, "That looks like a whole gym's-worth of weights.  And a mirror???"

The defensiveness of his reply was evident.  "When a 100-pound barbell set gets too light, most guys buy an expensive 300-pound Olympic-plate weight set.  Instead, I bought a bunch of yard sale barbell sets and cheap, second-hand standard plates.  Since I ended up with a lot of dumbbell bars, I can have them all set to different weights like a professional gym to save time.  And the mirror is just to make sure that my technique and posture are correct so I don't get hurt."

Emma regrouped her thoughts for a moment as her initial annoyance at the extravagant array was replaced by a bit of respect for his skill, creativity, and frugality.  "OK.  Time for the tough question," Emma sighed as she drained the last of her coffee.  "Why do you lift weights?"

"Lots of reasons."  Jason hesitated.  Like any good reporter, Emma let the silence persuade her interviewee to continue.  "It makes me feel good on many levels," he finally concluded.

"In what ways?" Emma probed.

Jason thought a moment, then replied, "You remember when you would sit in the rocking chair and nurse little Emily?"

"I can't believe you had to use an illustration that involves my bare boobs!" Emma interjected, with an annoyance that was only partially intended to be humorous.

"Didn't that make you feel completely womanly?" Jason continued, undeterred.  "You were doing something that was exclusively feminine on the physical level, but also nurturing and comforting your baby. so it was especially feminine on a spiritual level as well.  It's like that for me.  Guys don't have to slay tigers with their bare hands anymore, but there's something primal and masculine about lifting weights.  It's probably endorphins like a runner's high, but exerting your muscles simply feels good."

"It's not just showing off like a peacock?" Emma challenged.

"I grew up always being teased for being skinny, so I guess I do like finally looking fit, but I don't walk around flexing and preening," he protested.  "The bottom line, though, is that lifting weights has been more successful at dealing with my depression than all of the medications and therapists put together."

"I guess I have to agree with you there," Emma concurred.  "You haven't been as moody or depressed as you were before, which has really helped us survive my crazy job."  Thinking about his steady, supportive encouragement, she finally smiled.  "OK.  Last question: how?"

"What do you mean 'how’?"

"How do you lift weights, silly," Emma teased.  "Show me that clever pulley system."  Her opinion of Jason had elevated dramatically with today's revelations.  It started with the intimate coffee time and finding out that he wasn't being wasteful with time or money on his hobby.  The major change though, was her new understanding that his weightlifting was actually about mood and feelings rather than ego.  She actually started feeling a bit flirtatious.

"I'm not in gym clothes," Jason protested.

"So, just take off your shirt."

Jason shrugged, slipped off his shirt and knelt on the floor facing her.  Emma had to admit that the combination of jeans and no shirt looked pretty rugged on Jason.  He grabbed the bar, pulled it down to his chest, and smoothly extended it back up to arm's length.  As he continued his set, it occurred to her that he looked a lot more like a twenty-year old beach hunk than a middle-aged suburban dad.

As Jason headed back to sit at the picnic table, Emma prodded, "What? Nothing for legs?"

"Not with jeans on," he explained.

"Well, take them off," she laughed.  "No need to be shy. I've seen you in your underwear before, you know." 

Jason pulled off his stiff denim trousers with a slightly uncertain smile, walked over to a rack, and positioned a bar across the back of his shoulders.  Emma had no idea how much the bar weighed, but the big stack of steel on each side looked quite intimidating.  She watched as he squatted down as if he were sitting on his heels, and then drove the weight upwards.  Through the thin material of his jockey shorts she could see his tush harden into nice tight handfuls each time he stood.  As he returned the weight to the rack Emma declared, "Nice buns, honey!"

"I'll bet you say that to all the nearly naked guys you watch work out," he teased, panting slightly as he recovered from the exertion.

Emma felt a familiar tingle in her nipples as she looked at Jason.  Here was a Greek-god treasure hidden in her own basement.  

"One more," she suggested, not wanting to end the interview just yet.  She hesitated, trying to recall things he'd tried to tell her about lifting over the years.  "How about biceps?" she remembered.

Jason smiled, happy to have any excuse to do his favorite exercise.  He picked up his angled bar, took up a stable stance, and began curling the weight to his shoulders while pumping his biceps with each contraction.  Moments after that, he was totally lost 'in the zone,' counting reps to himself.  ... nine, ten, eleven, ...

Emma enjoyed seeing Jason happy, and looking pretty buff, she had to admit.  He did look fit and trim in everyday life, but when he was moving these weights, his muscles really popped out.  Her mind wandered a bit as she contemplated that he actually looked like one of those guys-that-couldn't-be-real on the cover of a romance novel, from his slightly tousled hair, to his broad shoulders and chest, to his tight abs, to his...

"Is that your cock?" she exclaimed, observing the almost obscene protrusion in his briefs that pulsed visibly upward with each lift of the weights.

Looking down, Jason realized the answer was too obvious and embarrassing to admit out loud.  "Sorry about that," he apologized as he quickly placed the weight on the floor and sat on the side of the weight bench.

"And what porno movie were you fantasizing about?  Do you come down here to get aroused?" Emma demanded accusingly.

"Nothing like that," Jason tried to explain.  "I figure it's just testosterone, adrenaline, and the blood pressure increase during a lift.  It does happen more with bicep curls, but I think that's because you really have to put a lot of force through your hips to stay straight and stable when the weight moves so far in front of your body."

"Oh." Emma paused, relieved.  Then she smiled.  "You know, you're pretty cute when you're embarrassed."  

She walked over, put one knee on the bench on either side of his hips and sat on his lap.  She planted a kiss on his forehead and wrapped her arms around him in the kind of hug they hadn't taken the time for in months. Jason held her with a peacefulness that had seemed lost in the past.

The moment glowed with golden warmth as their breathing merged unconsciously into one rhythm.  Finally, Jason lifted his head to kiss Emma.  His lips were met with surprisingly warm, moist kisses.  Her fingers caressed the sides of his face as she nibbled his lips, pulling his mouth toward her again and again.

The devilish look rose up in their eyes at the same time.  Emma grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt while Jason reached in and up behind her to unhook the bra.  The two garments were exuberantly discarded in one motion, and the two lovers embraced in a long, slow, skin-to-skin hug.  The overwhelming closeness and happiness of the long-overdue embrace was a luxurious pleasure.  

For Jason the cozy, peaceful atmosphere was gradually replaced by a realization that inexorably forced out every other thought in his conscious mind: that pressing against his chest were two very round, very soft, very womanly globes, tipped with two deliciously taut buds that electrified his skin where they touched.

Slowly, Jason began kissing down the side of Emma's neck.  For Emma, the long drought of such sweet sensations caused her to tilt her head back, inviting his mouth to move lower.  Jason was only too happy to oblige as he attempted to arouse each square inch in a gentle descent past her collarbones.

Emma's breathing accelerated as his lips began grazing the uppermost curves of her bosom.  The tantalizing, gradual exploration fueled her yearning and she reached toward Jason's wrists to pull his hands into play.  

A split second ahead of her, however, Jason slid his hands up her torso.  Not to deliver the kind of elusive caresses a novice might be tempted to try, but instead as firm yet tender cups, feeling the exquisite weight of her breasts.  His support gave them the gentle upward thrust she craved while lifting her aroused nipples toward his eager mouth, which he used to tease and then soothe every inch of her gorgeous swells.  The pair lingered like young lovers first discovering the joys of being topless on a moonlit beach.

Emma finally noticed that she had been tilting her hips to sandwich Jason's warm cock between his taut belly and her throbbing clit.  The sensation would be so much nicer without clothes. Slowly, she disentangled her arms from his.  She swung her knees off the bench and led Jason by the hand into a standing position.  While kneeling in front of him, she pulled his briefs over his hips and licked his solidly upright rod in a single stroke from base to tip, lingering at the swollen head to kiss away the cream that had leaked during their passion.

Jason bent down to pull the briefs off his feet.  Then with one motion he scooped the unsuspecting Emma off her feet and gently placed her long-ways on the bench with her knees extending beyond.  Kneeling between her legs, he began kissing her belly, gradually descending as his hands rolled down her shorts.  Jason paused at intervals to make sure that the newly exposed areas of skin were covered with kisses before proceeding.  When he reached the edge of her panties, he slid the shorts down and off.

The scent of her aroused womanhood filled his nostrils as he kissed her smooth flesh through the delicate lace.  Emma gave a soft moan as his mouth enveloped her mound. She impatiently tugged her panties down, and Jason drew them sensuously down her thighs, then off entirely.  The tang of her moist nectar was a rich reward as his tongue and lips stimulated her eager folds.  As his exploration of her erogenous garden turned into a long unhurried interlude, her ever-increasing arousal brought Jason's mind back to the extended lovemaking that had been common during their newlywed years, but a museum rarity since having children.




Working Out Another Issue



Emma's accelerating passion was gradually overshadowed by an inexorably building craving for Jason's warm firmness to fill her from within.  Still with her eyes closed, her hands groped downward until they found the prize they sought.  She drew her knees toward her chest and with two hands wrapped around his solid member, guided it toward her center.

In a surprising experience for both of them, the ungainly shove-and-squirm they had resigned themselves to was replaced by an intertwining ballet of coordination.  As slippery tip and lips met, they made contact with gentle leans, a teasing grasp here, a gentle massage there.  To their delight, their sexes merged in an envelopment that for once seemed like an achingly perfect fit.

Their hips moved in a natural unison, augmented by their hands exploring the remainder of each other's bodies.  As Emma's arousal reached yet another peak, she stretched out her arms above her head.  Jason took advantage of the improved access to caress her swaying breasts in time with her motions.  

Emma's breathing grew more and more ragged until finally she gasped out, "Lift me!"

Between his own exhalations, Jason replied with a confused, "What?"

"I want to feel your cock surge like it did when you were doing curls," Emma explained.  

Jason moved his hands around her torso and pulled upwards to take some of her weight for a few seconds.  

She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and grasped his arms above his elbows.  "Try again," she requested.  "Put some muscle into it, like you showed me before."

Jason moved his knees further apart to stabilize his stance, and then slid his hands further around Emma's back to support her along his open hands and forearms.  Bracing his hips, he started to lift her weight off the bench.  

"Unh," Emma cried out suddenly.

"Are you OK?" he asked as he quickly released her.

"Again!  Don't stop.  Do it again," she panted.

Flex and release, flex and release, he synchronized with the contractions of her internal muscles.  Their bucking grew so intense that by the time they reached their peak, he was rearing backwards to lift her almost entirely off the bench.  With a final scream of pleasure, her legs exerted a crushing grip around his waist to pull herself as deeply onto him as possible while his hot sperm pulsed into her again and again.  Finally she collapsed back onto the bench.  Jason gingerly withdrew and moved up alongside her to kiss her lips.  She drew his tongue into her mouth and languorously curved her arms around his neck.

"Mmm," she purred, "you felt so big.  I never imagined I could have such an intense orgasm with you inside me."  Pausing to collect her thoughts, she added, "In fact, that might have been the best, even when compared with your exceedingly talented tongue."

"The pleasure was mine," he replied as he caressed her hair.

"In that case," she paused and suggested with a smile, "maybe we should think about adding that to your exercise routine."

[Acknowledgments: The plot device of a therapy assignment was inspired by a story by AndiAnders.  If you want to see it used more skillfully than by me, please read her delicious story "Map It Out" along with "Doing the Floors".  Thanks again to AsylumSeeker for his volunteer editing and creative improvements.]



Working Out Of Town



Several years ago, I was out of town working on a project, in Salt Lake. Wow, what a breathtaking place. The Mountains, the people and we got to stay just across from work in a very nice hotel. It was a popular hotel with the college campus just next door, so we had lots of sports people their, conventions, and the like. I had been going there for several weeks, hanging out in the bar for supper and drinks. There was the really cute waitress who usually waited on us. One night the place was pretty slow, so she sat down and we started talking. 

She had been raised there but had left the church because she didn’t believe in all the stuff they demanded the girls do. She was kinda like you in that she had a boyfriend she had been seeing for over a year but he was out of town a lot. It had snowed about 7 or 8 inches that day and I was pretty taken by its beauty. As we talked and time went by it was time for the bar to close. She was amused that I was so taken by the snow, but coming from Florida what would you expect. She asked me if I wanted to go up on one of the hills where the view of the city was fantastic. I said “sure”! It was about 25 degrees and I told her I needed to go get my coat. She said wait a minute and she would go with me. We went up to my room, got my coat and headed out to the mountains. I had no clue where we were going. After about 45 minutes of driving on narrow windy roads she told me to pull off and stop. She opened her door and we got out, walked over to the edge of the road and it was a perfect view of the snow-covered city and all its glistening lights. It was pretty breathtaking. 

We stood there for several minutes, then she looked over at me and said “don’t you want to kiss me”? I reached me arms around her and we went into a long deep tongue-roaming kiss. As we stood there my cock had grown to a full hard on as she began to straddle me leg and press her pussy against me. I reached down grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly into my body. I could feel her breathing as well as mine as a rapid pace as we continued our embrace. I could feel her ass moving as she hunched her pussy against my hard cock her hands began to rub the outside of my pants. I eased her to the side slightly as I slid me hand down the front of her pants. She sheiks as my almost frozen fingers touched her naked skin. I could feel her sucking her stomach in to allow my hand to travel to her waiting pussy. Well I have to admit her pants were so tight that I only got to her clit but that was enough for her as I began to massage it between my fingers. After a couple of minutes she broke our embrace and said we needed to go. Here I was with a raging hard on, she was dripping wet and “we had to go”? 

I didn’t argue and we got back into the car and headed back to the hotel. On our way back, I had the heater going and it was getting pretty warm in the car. It was really dark, we were out in the country and had not gotten back into the city when she said give me your hand. She took and slid it down her pants, which she had unbuttoned. Her pussy was really wet and the aroma of sex was in the air. I started masturbating her as we drove playing with her clit and fingering her the best I could. Then I felt her hand join mine as she started to rub her pussy. Her moans were getting louder as she thrust her hips into the air and came. She took my hand and slid it out of the pants as she reached over and started to unzip my pants. My cock was wadded up but she finally got it out. She seemed to be very pleased with its size as she began rubbing her hand up and down. My pre-cum was beginning and I knew that if she didn’t quit I would have cum all over my pants. As we rounded the curve I saw the hotel down the road and she stopped rubbing me and said that I had to make it get small again. We got to the hotel and sat talking in the car for a minute, I of course invited her up and she accepted. She told me that she had to go in another way but would meet me in my room in 10 minutes. I had just got the door closed when there was a soft knock on the door. I opened it and she walked in. 

She grabbed me around the neck and planted a long kiss as we made every attempt to undress each other. I took her coat off, went around in back of her as I slipped her sweater over her head and unsnapped her bra letting it fall to the floor. She had already unsnapped her pants and I slid them and her panties down. I couldn’t wait any longer I leaned her over the bed and began licking her pussy and ass. It was really great. After about 5 minutes I laid her down on her back pulled her legs up rested them over my shoulders and began to lick her and suck her clit. I would run my tongue from her ass hole toward her clit letting it slowly trace it’s was up her pussy parting her lips darting into her hole and then I just focused on her clit. Licking and sucking as I easily slid two fingers up her pussy. 

It was only minutes until I could feel her second cum of the night beginning. I slowed my pace to keep her at her level if excitement as wave after wave of her love juice oozed out her pussy. Her legs were tightly squeezing my head and her hands were burying my face into her pussy. Then she pushed my head back, I just laid there admiring her shaved pussy. It was soft and slick and needless to say very wet. She told me to lie down on the bed and I did as she began to suck on my cock taking as much as she could without gagging. I wasn’t through with her either as I reached to pull her leg over my head and began to slowly run my tongue up and down through her lips. I really didn’t touch her clit nor stick my tongue into her hole, as I wanted to get her really hot as her juice started to really flow again, I began to flick my tongue over her clit. She slide back just a little to give me better access as her hips began to move. I stuck 3 fingers into her pussy and one up her tight little asshole as I continued licking and sucking her clit. 

I was getting pretty close to cumming in her mouth when she raised up off my cock as her climax started. This one was very strong her moans were really loud and I could feel her muscle contractions getting stronger as we continued. After what seemed like 10 minutes, I am not complaining, she finally began to relax. I wanted her to ride me knowing that I was probably only minutes away myself. She turned around and faced me as she reached between her legs to guide my cock into her waiting hole. She didn’t waste any time as she impaled herself on it in one quick stroke. Then she started to ride it for all it was worth. I could feel my cum as it was only seconds away when she grabbed my shoulders and pushed down as hard as she could. I really wasn’t paying any attention, but she and I were cumming together as she just pushed down really hard and moved her muscles inside to get herself and me off. She laid on my chest for a while then said she had to go home to her boyfriend. 

She got dressed and left. We saw each other two or three nights a week for the next month.



Working Out the Kinks



When you start writing a fiction story, it's fun to think about where to start. But when you're writing a true story, especially one with a lot of threads runnings through it, deciding where to start is really hard. There are so many strands involved in explaining the key event, and people won't understand you if you don't describe them well. They may even judge you. 



I'll start with an introduction. My name is Kellie and I grew up in a small town not far from Indianapolis. I'm a petite, cute redhead with ivory skin, blue-green eyes, freckles, and a sweet smile. I'm 30 now but the events of this story concern my college years -- though I have to back up and tell you about high school first.

Back then, I was pretty popular - but this popularity left me confused. I had no shortage of boyfriends, and I dated some, with two serious boyfriends. But there was a slight problem: I liked girls. At least, I began to notice girls more and more and I was increasingly disappointed in the emotional immaturity I found in the boys I dated. 

Growing up in a religious part of the country, though, it wasn't easy to explore my interest in the female body. My parents were themselves publicly religious, attending church every week, but they weren't nearly as 'churchy' as many of their friends and neighbors. My mother worked as a state attorney and my father was an athletic coach for a local university. I have an older brother Matt, and other relatives in town. 

In high school, I was a good student and decent player on the tennis team. I did volunteer work in the community on behalf of the homeless, and was overall regarded as a good, normal, decent American girl. In my private moments, in my bedroom right before drifting off to sleep, or in the bath with the hot foamy water inching up my body, I let my imagination voyage to territories no one would have thought I explored. But in real life: I let my two boyfriends grope me and take my virginity, and I went off to college in Bloomington a committed, but mostly inexperienced, bisexual. 

I was also a committed student, a double-major in French and Art History. My first girl was a friend of my roommate, an outspoken, brilliant brunette with perfect breasts who was from Russia and spoke perfect English with a very slight, very adorable accent. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, my coming-out lover, but she was like the most incorrigible tomcat when it came to sex: she just wanted pussy, not love. 

Losing her was painful. I self-medicated through study, taking 21 credits my first semester of my sophomore year, sleeping around with a series of guys, drinking, and eating. The last two pursuits began to take a toll on my body, and my mood. Despite these setbacks, though, I did land my first serious girlfriend, an adorable and endearingly ditzy Asian girl, Bonnie, with soft skin, long thick hair, a round firm ass, and a pussy that got so wet so quickly that it flooded my mouth when I went down on her.

Our relationship was amazing but volatile. Bonnie confessed to sometimes missing men, and my weight gain began to put her off me, which she was too sweet to tell me directly. But her enthusiasm for getting naked with me clearly waned as the spring semester got into ful gear.

So. Depressed, out of shape, unhappy, I decided to leave school for spring break and spend it at home, assessing where my life was, doing some meditation and yoga, staying away from booze and potential lovers, and.....getting into shape. 

Remember how I told you that my dad is an athletic coach? Specifically, he's a trainer for several of the college's varsity sports teams. The man knows his stuff, and his equipment. Our basement is a finished, fully-stocked gym. I asked Daddy if he would train me and coach me back into shape. And of course, the sweet man said yes. 

He went the extra mile for me, too. Preparing my meals. Working out along with me. Encouraging me and pushing me a little, too. He was supportive - but he could be a mean scold when I acted lik a quitter, pushing the right buttons to keep me at it. "Come on, Kellie, get that ass moving or it'll only be fugly girls for you!" 

That's another endearing thing about Daddy. He was the only one in the family who never said a critical word about my dating habits. From the very first inkling of what my sex life consisted of, he was unwavering in his support.

During our workouts, we'd talk about my dating life, and about how I could get Bonnie back. By the end of Spring Break, I hadn't lost much weight, but I felt stronger and more firm and more flexible. The foundation was set, and my workouts could only improve. 

I visited home every weekend to continue working out with Daddy. We'd go jogging together and play tennis, and hit the gym downstairs once a day, too. We were jogging together when I asked Daddy why he never got Mom to work out with him; he was such a great coach.

"Well, you know, your mother is a workaholic. Keeping up her fitness stopped becoming a priority once she got this high-powered gig."

We picked up our pace as we ran down a hill - which I felt so much more confident about climbing upon our return loop. It hit me that I was getting into not just good shape - but damn good shape. And moreover, I noticed that my Dad's workout program for me sculpted a body that was feminine and sexy - my ass was super firm, my triceps solid without being muscular, my flexibility was gymnast-quality.

"It's a shame," I said between a couple of hard breaths, "that you're in such amazing shape and your partner is, well... "

Daddy was silent - he just shrugged his shoulders. Which made me study them. So muscular! God, I was checking my dad out. Such a solid guy, though. Stoic, faithful. 

"Plus you must get hit on by a lot of coeds," I said, punching his arm, which was like stone.

"Well, naturally," he said, laughing.

The way back up the hill was next, and I didn't know where to go next, so... I focused on my breathing, and on meditating past the burning in my thighs.

* * * 

Three weeks later, school was out, Bonnie and I had gotten back together and broke up again, and I was back in the gym, working out hard with Daddy. I was wearing IU running shorts, a white athletic bra, socks and sneakers. Daddy had his shirt off. I couldn't believe how distracting I found his hairy chest, with their fillets of firm muscle. 

He was completely innocently asking me about my status with Bonnie. While I was leaning with one knee on a bench doing tricep kickouts, his hands on the small of my back, he said, "You are in crazy good shape, hon. And you're so young!" He said this with a hint of regret in his voice that I found really moving for some reason. Maybe it was because I felt emotionally vulnerable; maybe because this combined with my sympathy for his plight of being stuck in a marriage to a woman who'd grown, well, fat. And grumpy. 

"Your butt is perfect, Kellie. I just have to say! Can't you consider dropping Bonnie altogether and date around a little? Explore your world. Date a few people. Find out what you like, what you don't like. There's no way you don't have a million offers." 

I put the weight down. I brought my other knee on the bench, and laid my head down on its far end, as though I were really tired. But really I wanted to keep my ass high in the air. 

"I know, Daddy. But listen to you talk - we're the same, in a way. Trapped. When's the last time you had sex?"

My dad blushed. "ha! I don't know what sex is. Get up and let's do some crunches," he said, slapping my ass.

"He says as he gropes a 'perfect butt," I joked, as I got down on the mat. Daddy rolled his eyes. He gently kept one hand on my feet and one on the lower part of my tummy as I rolled myself up the way he showed me. 

After a few other exercises, we were sitting next to each other on the floor, our sweaty backs against the brick wall of the back end of the basement. We were drinking bottled water. We hadn't talked about sex for a while. Then he said, "Oh I forgot to tell you that that kid Kyle called a couple of times this week looking for you. I know you're not interested in guys right now, but I thought I'd tell you."

I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder.

"It's not that I'm not into guys totally. I'm just not into 99% of guys." My dad moved his arm and put it around my shoulders and I nestled into his body.

"But 99% of guys are into you, I guarantee it." He said. I felt so secure, so confident with this body my dad had sculpted for me, and so....turned on. I could not quite believe I felt this way. I had to go take a shower. 

* * *

I looked at my naked body in the mirror as the shower got hot. It's so narcissistic, I know. but I looked damn fine! My shoulders were softly rounded. My red hair, a dark amber color in the light of the bathroom, was cut to just below my chin. My breasts may have gotten a little smaller with the loss of pounds, but they looked bigger on my lean, tight, petite frame. I still needed a C cup though it was now a 32 C instead of a 34 C. If I leaned back, I could see the muscles of my tummy -- if I leaned forward, it was lean with a hint of cute soft tummy skin. My thighs were firm. 

I turned and saw an ass that was round and feminine but very firm. If I leaned over slightly, my ass parted a bit and revealed my lips. They were wet. I let my hair fall over my face and opened my mouth, reaching behind me with one arm and ran my finger along the pink, wet flesh. I held that pose and contemplated a lover seeing me like that, from behind me.

I got in the shower and I masturbated hard. I tried not to think of him. That night, I masturbated in bed, and I didn't stop myself.

* * * 

I returned to school a cat in heat. I went to a party and made out on a sofa with a cute guy I'd never met, until I took him by the hand to somebody's room upstairs. He tried to be a gentleman and stop things before they got "too far," but when i reached into his pants for his dick he stopped talking altogether. I slipped my mouth around the tip for 30 seconds before hiking up my sundress, moving my panties aside, and sitting on his cock. He told me he was about to cum about two minutes later, and I pulled off of him, looked down, and watched his dick drool all over his tummy. 

That moment didn't feel good - he apologized for cumming so soon (telling me how "hot" I was), I was still really horny, and all of a sudden this guy didn't seem attractive to me. 

Two nights later, I let an older guy pick me up in a bar and walk me three blocks home. Once sure my roommates were out of site, I led him to my room, where he dove face first for my pussy as soon as my skirt came off. His technique wasn't bad but he made the same lame joke about my "carpet matching the drapes" that every redhead has to suffer many times in her life, so I pretended to orgasm on his face and gave him a handjob to finish him instead of what I'd intended. Oh, how guys have no idea how they blow their chances!

I never even thought of Bonnie as my newfound obsession with a good, hard fuck continued. A third guy I hooked up with was a sweet, short guy with amazing eyes, who was part of a study group. As the other members of the group were leaving his apartment, I excused myself to use his restroom, where I stayed until everyone else had left. I stripped, and emerged from the bathroom in a towel.

"Studying so hard made me sweaty," I said, approaching him as he was loading dishes into the dishwasher. "I think we should take a shower." Taking his hand, I led him to the bathroom. After soaping each other up, I sucked his cock with the water spilling all over my hair and down my shoulders and back. He fucked me pretty well three times that night and I thought I had found my new boyfriend, if not at least my new fuck buddy.

But you'll never guess. Napolean here was married. He had a crappy college apartment, a 12-year-old Datsun, 26 credits toward a degree in physics.....and a wife back in Dayton.

So, two weeks and three one-night-stands since my last workout with Daddy, I learn that my mom was going to go for some weeklong lawyer conference in San Diego. I promise I didn't mean to but my knees got weak when that news came from Mom's mouth over the phone. I hadn't thought about him much during those two weeks. I couldn't stop thinking about him now.

It was time to spend a week at home.

* * *

My first morning there, I wake up with a start and a cry - major leg cramp. If you've ever had one of these, you know what I'm talking about. You feel it coming, you may even dream about it, you think to yourself that you should stretch your leg, but you do anyway, and BAM! - the calf rolls up into a ball. 

Before I know it, Daddy's in the room. My yell had alerted him, and, of course, he recognized what it was right away. He was wearing nothing but boxers and an IU T-shirt. I had on pajama bottoms and a tight gray tank top. Before I knew it, he was practically on top of me, stretching my leg. It was a distinctly sexual position, there was no getting around that. 

Or the fact that his dick was hard and - I couldn't believe this - visible, just a bit of it sticking out of his boxers. I looked away from it. I looked back. There it was. Hard. And inches from my pussy. 

The time to act was now. But I didn't. I was scared to. Plus, my leg really did hurt. 

* * * 

Two days later, we're at the beginning of a workout. Stretching. Not sweaty yet. Me in soccer shorts and tank top, barefoot. My hair in a half pony. Daddy in long sweat pants and t-shirt, sneakers. He's going to hit the treadmill, and I'm going to work the exercise ball. 

"How's your calf?" he asks.

"Perfect. Thanks to your expert hands, Daddy."

"Well, I've seen my share." 

I took a step closer to him, turning my back and doing a squat stretch, my ass sticking out. "You know what else is perfect, thanks to you." 

My dad said nothing. "Oh, you can touch it. It's your handiwork, Daddy." 

He touched my triceps. I made a buzz sound, "Wrong, thanks for playing!" And I backed into him and ground my ass into his crotch. I couldn't quite believe I was doing it. "It's my sexy butt, Daddy." He put his had on my lower back, laughed uncomfortably, and backed away. 

"I bet it's getting attention, sweetie." 

I turned to face him, hands on hips. "Oh, lots, daddy. Not all of it wanted, but, that comes with the territory." I blushed at the entendre. 

Daddy took a sip of water. "So, anyone new in your life?" 

"No one serious, unfortunately. I followed your advice and dated a few guys."

"Yeah, and?"

"And I learned that I think I want girls for relationships but I still need a guy for....something else." Blushing.

"Kellie!" Dad said, laughing. 

I put my face in my hands. "I know you don't want to hear that, exactly." Lifting my face, "but it's exhausting to deal with the b.s. of guys. Especially when I want to do well in school, and find a girlfriend for real. I'm exhausted daddy." 

He hugged me and then made his way to the treadmill. "Kellie, the easiest thing in the world for a hot girl to do is find a guy for casual fun. Search for true love with a girlfriend, keep a guy on the side. Just be safe." 

His legs were pumping as he said this; I kept stretching, thinking about his advice.

* * * 

The next day I was doing squats with dumbells. Dad got behind me to correct my form. "It looks like you're favoring your left leg a little bit, honey. Did you hurt it?"

I had twisted my ankle during an early-morning jog, but it wasn't serious. I talked it up though, so that Daddy would stay behind me, his hands on my hips as I did my squats. I was wearing short spandex shorts and an athletic bra. It was Friday. Mom would be back on Sunday, and I'd be heading back to school. 

I had to do something. I leaned back, falling into his body. His arms caught me and I wiggled my ass against his crotch. He kept holding me, breathing into my hair. He was hard. He didn't let go of me. I rubbed my ass against his hard-on, which was behind sweat pants that weren't very confining.

"Does that feel good, Daddy?" I asked.

"Yes," he breathed.

I dropped the dumbells. His hands were on my hips and he was now holding me steady as he actively rubbed himself on my butt. I tried to look over my shoulder at him and smile.

"We shouldn't do this," he said. 

"I know." 

"But you're body is so .... so fine, Kellie. And I haven't touched a women with this kind of body...."

"I know, Daddy. Keep going."

He kept rubbing. I was so wet. I wanted to peel off my shorts and let him fuck me. But he was so..... so sweet about it. He was trying to get the underside of his penis to stroke against my ass, but he is much taller than I am and he had to really squat to get in the right position....

So I lowered myself to my knees....to all-fours. My face low, my ass high. My dad held my hips and continued rubbing, more furiously, his dick feeling so hard through his sweatpants. "Kellie, I...."

Yes, daddy, yes. Don't stop. You made this ass look so good. Now you can enjoy it. You deserve it, Daddy. You're such a good man, daddy, please. Treat yourself. Do it, do it."

He groaned, and leaned forward, one arm he hooked under my arm and across my chest to the opposite shoulder, the other gripping my tummy. He weight bearing on me now. Humping firmly. His hard dick rubbing through our clothes right between my cheeks. 

He let out a low, quick series of moans and held me really tight - and then.....he stopped moving. He didn't let go. He breathed - he exhaled deeply. 

I didn't know what to say. "Did you cum?" was what I ended up saying after a pause. "Yes, baby," he said. We slowly leaned down to the floor, and I hugged the strong arms that were hugging me. He was silent and we lay there a long time.

To be continued.....



Working Out the Kinks



This story is respectfully dedicated to the woman that inspired it. I hope when she reads it, she knows who she is. ~~BrettJ

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Bella Shannon's high heels clicked on the pavement as she made her way to her next-to-last session of physical therapy. She had just begun wearing them again last week which had made her happy. Bella didn't mind being petite and there was nothing she really could do about it, but she liked being able to wear the 4-inch heels that gave her the added height. It also tended to eliminate all the pervs who stared down at her chest. Her breasts were her best assets, Bella knew that -- but it was nice to be noticed for her almond eyes, her beautiful smile or the long, jet-black hair that went halfway down her back.

It had been a long, arduous road back for the 25-year old entrepreneur. She had been walking to her flower shop when it happened. One car sped through a traffic light, colliding with another and sending it screeching towards Bella. She was lucky it wasn't a larger car, but as it was, it did serious damage. Two broken ribs, a few broken fingers and both of her feet were badly damaged. Her store hadn't even been open 6 months and the prognosis wasn't good. Bella would likely be off her feet for a year. 

Bella was fortunate in a few ways. She had hired good staff to help in the flower shop, one friend took a semester off from college to take over the day-to-day managerial duties and two other girls offered to work whenever they could. Bella was able to work from home a great deal by using the Internet. Thank God for modern technology!

While Bella was not a lazy woman by any stretch of the imagination, she wasn't looking forward to all the work ahead of her. For the first month, it was suggested that she go to physio every other day. Oh Great, Bella thought to herself, how much fun will that be, spending the day with women who look like blonde gorillas with boobs?

When her therapist walked into the room, Bella quickly reevaluated her position. He was gorgeous in the male model, tall dark stud manner. He actually looked like he owned the room, there was a presence about him. The women in the room were all properly deferential to this Adonis of a man and Bella's heart actually fluttered in nervousness.

His name was Tanner Maisland and it suited him perfectly. With his rich, deep voice and reassuring manner, Bella liked him immediately. She was sure that he would go easy on her and help her get through the pain.

Tanner was as helpful as Bella expected him to be, but if she thought she was going to get off easy, she was very much mistaken.

Tanner wasn't cruel, but he wasn't anywhere near gentle either. As she began to heal, he pushed her to the point where tears were roll from her face. Some days were agony and her doctors even told her they thought she should decrease the intensity of her sessions. Bella wasn't about to do that. She wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction, even one with sea-green eyes.

Bella loved people, that's why she had opened her florist's -- the chance to meet happy, new people everyday, plus an opportunity to work with beautiful, growing things and enjoy the colors and design. She usually had good instincts about people, so how had she read Tanner so wrong? He was an absolute dictator at every session, after today, her therapy was done and she could be rid of him. She would be able to return to her old gym and her old routine.

When she got into the treatment center, she caught Tanner's eye. She smiled at him and hoped he noticed the sleek, now-healed body with the lush curves and the flirty smile. She was hoping the son of a bitch would eat his heart out and realize that he should have treated her better. A lot of men -- and a few women -- would give up a lot to spend time with someone as hot as Bella. Tanner had been riding her and it would be to his detriment. She got out of the slinky outfit she had worn to attract Tanner's attention initially and into the outfit she was going to wear to maintain it. It hugged every seductive curve and as she walked into the room, every eye was on her. She put a bit of strut into her walk and knew Tanner was likely eating his heart out.

"Don't you look sensational," Tanner complimented her. He was smiling, she had rarely seen him smile, he was usually all business. Damn, did he have to be so good looking?!

"I'm glad today is your last day of therapy," Tanner said as he approached her. "You're made wonderful progress and healed a lot faster than I would have thought possible. You never quit and I am very proud of what we've accomplished."

"Holy shit, where is all of this coming from?" Bella thought to herself. During the last year, he had rarely spoken a word to her that didn't involve her therapy and was all business.

"I'm going to miss seeing you here every day," Tanner told her. "Come by my office when you finish your therapy. I'd like to talk to you," He said as he walked away.

Bella raced through her workout because her curiosity was driving her crazy. After all this time, what could Tanner possibly want with her?

After a stringent workout, she showered the grime from her body, put on a dab of the makeup she had brought with her and got back into her slinky outfit and heels. It was driving her crazy, what could Tanner possibly have to say to her? She knew he'd noticed her naughty little clothes and how hot she looked in them -- was he going to make a pass at her? If so, he was going to get shot down!

Bella walked into Tanner's office where he was talking on the phone. He said "I'll call you later to confirm" as Bella sat in a chair across from him. She let her skirt ride up so that he could take a good look at her legs because it would be the last time he would see them.

Tanner started speaking and the words that came out of his mouth stunned Bella.

"I just wanted to tell you what an absolute pleasure it has been working with you every day," He said to her. "A lot of my patients come in here and grumble and whine, but you stuck it out. You never complained, you put in the work and although I know it hurt like hell, you stuck it out. When I was talking to your doctor, he was amazed at your progress. He thought it would take you 3 or 4 months longer and yet, here you are, in that amazing dress in those killer heels. I know I was rough on you, but it's sure paid off -- you look fantastic!" He told her.

Bella was stunned, was he actually talking to her like a human being?

"Now that I'm no longer your therapist, I wondered if you would consider having dinner with me tonight?" Tanner asked Bella. "I never mix business with pleasure ... as tempting as you made it ... but there's no longer any business between us and you're a stunning woman I would like to get to know better."

Bella was about to go tell him to go and fuck himself so why were the words out of her mouth "I'd love to?"

Bella walked outside feeling as if she had lost her mind. The hard-driving therapist had driven her relentlessly, made every inch of her body ache, pushed and wheedled and been a tyrant ... and that's when she realized getting her angry and fighting back had probably sped up her healing process.

She stormed home feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Why should he have taken it easier on her than anyone else? It also made perfect sense that he wouldn't date a patient. You couldn't be that hard on someone you were dating. He had done nothing wrong, as a matter of fact, he had done his job better than expected.

She was picked up at 8 PM by Tanner in a vintage Camaro. Oh Lord, she thought, he's even hotter in a suit! He came around and opened the door for her and then took her to her favorite Italian restaurant, Bellisima's. She had mentioned it once -- in passing! Tanner had been paying attention.

Bella was trying to be angry at Tanner, but over dinner, he proved to be suave, sophisticated and charming. He had a dry, dark sense of humor and to Bella's surprise, he was an accomplished ballroom dancer. "Would you like to go dancing sometime?" He asked her. He seemed to be a bit presumptuous, so why was Bella nodding her head yes?

He had some strange power over her and Bella was caught up in the magic of his green eyes and the dazzling row of white teeth. Yes, he was a bit arrogant, but he was also gracious and charming and had the most beautiful manners. She agreed to meet him for lunch the next afternoon.

Bella was almost nervous about lunch. She wasn't going into a relationship, they never worked out for her. So why was she finding the sexiest, clingiest black sweater she owned and snug white pants to go with it? Why did she arrive at the cafe 15 minutes early? Bella had it bad for this guy and it was no mere crush. 2 years without a boyfriend had driven her nuts.

He arrived just 5 minutes after she did with a nice box of chocolates. After a year of pumping iron, sweating and getting her body back in shape, she could indulge in some sweets. She opened the box, found one of her favorite chocolate truffles and let it melt. The sweet sensation flowed throughout her body and it was almost as good as sex -- as she remembered it anyway. She saw Tanner smiling at her and she grinned sheepishly.

"It's been a while," Bella giggled.

"I haven't seen a woman make that face in a while myself," Tanner chuckled back. Somehow, she didn't think they were talking about chocolates.

Lunch was as good as last night's dinner, fresh crepes and lovely coffee. Bella couldn't believe herself, he asked her to dinner and she said yes -- again! 3 dates in 2 days -- Bella had never done that in her life, but every time he took her hand or got close, her heart fluttered.

Dinner was a great seafood restaurant and after, he took her dancing. They didn't stay long because after about an hour of dancing, Bella couldn't resist, not any longer. There was a lovely slow song playing and his hands were holding her close. Playfully, Bella took one and slid it down a bit further.

"Take me home," She whispered in his ear. So that Tanner would not mistake her intent, she added "Your home."

They were barely inside Tanner's door when he pulled Bella into his arms and kissed her, hard and with desire. This was the kind of kiss that Bella remembered from her past, the kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your hairs stand on end. With a little wiggle and a rustling sound, her clothes fell to the floor. She picked them up and piled them on a chair and stood before Tanner, naked and proud. He had seen most of her body and his hands had been on her before, but this was to be a totally different situation.

Tanner might not have rushed into the situation, but he was no fool either. He swooped up the smaller woman in his strong arms and with her hands around his neck, he carried Bella into his bedroom. Proud of his own physique, Tanner undressed and let Bella see what she was in store for. The first sex in quite a while, Bella hoped it would be as magnificent as the man himself.

Her lips were on his as he joined her in bed. Both of them were panting as Bella made her way down his body, lips and tongue seeking after hands had touched. Bella's desires were at the apex as she reached his cock. She grinned at him with a lusty smile and slid his cock into her mouth. Bella took him as deep as she could, suppressing the gag reflex while she throated him. Not only was Tanner suave and charming and muscular, he was hung like a bull. She got him hard as fast as she could and then swung her body around. The differences in their height made it difficult for him to eat her pussy, but he managed to get her wet and bring her to a very nice climax.

Bella wanted a bit of control over the situation, so she wriggled her petite frame on top of his and let his cock sink deep. It felt hot and burned a bit as it entered her pussy, but that was all part of the pleasure. "Fuck me Tanner, and make me feel it!" Bella groaned. Somehow, she didn't think that would be a problem.

It wasn't. Tanner knew just what to do and his cock fit into her pussy like it belonged there. With an ardent passion, he put his entire focus on Bella and showered her with attention. It didn't take his hands, mouth and cock to bring her to yet another climax. After she had stopped shaking, Tanner changed positions with her and fucked her from behind. It felt so good, so damned good that Bella had yet another climax. Tanner still had not achieved one, so Bella took care of that in short order. She licked her lips when finished and smiled up at him.

"Have I said thanks for all your hard work this past year?" She grinned at him as her hands grazed his broad chest.

"I think you just did," Tanner smiled as she cuddled into his arms.