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The Gym

By: Dawns



I was two months into my 22nd year on the day when I bought a membership to the gym that was only a few moments away from my home. I had walked there from home wearing a back pack. 

Never having seen the inside of a real body builder's gym, I needed some pointers. I spent a few moments watching other people work at the pulley driven machines and free weights. On one wall there was a plaque describing different exercises. It illustrated how one did them and which muscles they worked. I took a few moments and read it.

Barely 130 pounds, there were no defined muscles on my body. My pectoral muscles were flat and the lateral muscles were nearly straight. Rollerblading and cycling around my neighborhood had been the only exercises to which I was accustomed.

Knowing I needed more assistance, I looked back at the desk. They should come help me here I thought.

"Is there a physical trainer available?" It occurred to me that one should be included with the fee that I paid.

"Yes," replied a handsome young male. " I can help you."

He was clad in red gym shorts with a white T shirt. His wore his pecan brown hair in a buzz cut that was spiked up in the front. He looked to be not much older than me.

The trainer came over to me. 

"What would you like to accomplish?" 

"I would like to gain about 20 or thirty pounds."

"Muscle is made of protein. To build it you need lots of calories from protein."

By now he had peaked my curiosity. "Protein comes from what kind of foods?"

"Fish, meat, and eggs, " he said.

That said he began describing exercises.

"If you do a lot of repetitions at light weight that gives you muscle tone. A heavy weight but fewer repetitions will create bulk. You need to eat a lot more."

We walked over to a bench whose uprights held a long barbell. He put plates on each end and totaled them for me. 

"There's a hundred pounds. This will work your pectoral muscles which is your chest."

I lay down and grabbed the weights from behind me. He walked behind the bench. 

"Breathing is key. Breathe out when you're pushing up." 

I lowered the bar and pushed it up then repeated the exercise. It seemed to move up on column of air as I let out my breath. After a few reps it was beginning to feel heavy.

"All you, " said my trainer. "It's all you!" 

I moved on from exercise to exercise. Todd explained them. I did them.

After a half hour I felt like the muscles in my body were sore. I'm sore in muscles I never knew I had I thought. I walked into the locker room.

I'm gay. I've known it since puberty but I had always lacked the courage to approach a guy for sex. It didn't help either that I didn't know where to find other gay men.

I walked into the locker room, stripped and tossed my gym clothes into my locker. Looking around at the men, at their asses and dicks was making me fantasize just a little. I made absolutely sure not to let anything show on my face. Of course it meant I had to terminate the fantasy after just a couple of seconds. Besides my dick was starting to throb. 

So far I was content just to look. It's probably a straight gym I thought.

I knew that the gym had a swimming pool. The door just a few feet away on my right led to the pool area. 

I had just come out of the shower when I saw a man walking naked toward the door. He disappeared behind it. I guess I'll go out there naked too I thought.

I walked through the doorway. As I looked around there were several other guys there inside the pool or sitting bye it or sitting in the jacuzzi. No one wore a bathing suit. 

I swam back and forth six lengths of pool before coming out of the water. Through the glass doors I could see lounge chairs and high privacy fence. I walked outside.

Around me there were a few other guys relaxingn furniture. Some lay face up. Others lay face down. I looked around eyeballing asses and cocks. I hope I'm not the only gay person in here I thought.

I had been out there for a few moments when I suddenly found myself alone. The urge to jerk my cock was now irresistible. I closed my hand tight around it intent on making myself cum. There are some fucking gorgeous men in this place I thought. After a few minutes cum streamed from the head depositing the white, viscous fluid onto my torso. I quickly began cleaning myself. That felt so good I thought.

Things began to happen. A gorgeous guy about 5 foot ten, lean but fit looking came outside. Even flaccid, his cock was big and inviting.

He sat in the chair just two feet from me on my right. I turned toward him.

"Hi," he said. 

"Hi, " I replied.

A second passed.

"You're gay aren't you."

Oh shit this is embarrassing I thought. I guessed that he caught me in the act.

"Yes," I said weakly. My face had turned as red as a tomato.

"I'm gay too. My name is Ed."

"It's nice to meet you." I shook his hand with a firm grip.

"How old are you? You look young."

"I'm 22."

"I'm 31. I came out when I was in college. I had my first lover in my dorm."

By now I was starting to feel completely comfortable in his company.

"Are there other gay men here?"

"We're not the only ones." Hs tone was convincing.

My mood progressed from comfortable to just plain horny. Placing my hand onto his big, pink ball sack drew his glance down there with a smile. I rubbed it. 

"Baby I like that!"

This was about to become my first experience and I wanted it more than I ever wanted anything.

Ed's man meat went erect in my hand. Closing my hand around the shaft I jerked it slowly. He returned the favor.

"I just cummed a few minutes ago." 

"I know," he said. "I watched you."

It worked to my advantage. Subconsciously hoping to attract a man, I did so.

Now I went down to my knees placing my lips on the head of his delicious throbbing man meat. I had dreamt for years about giving a blow job to a cute guy and even imagined the technique. My tongue slid down the length of the shaft and back toward the head then down again. He started to massage my shoulders. My lips closed around his member and slid down it's entire length then back and down again and again while my tongue continued licking it. Giving a blow job under the bright sun rules I thought. 

"Suck my big cock! Suck me baby!"

I began stroking my own while sucking his.

I wanted more by now. His dick inside my ass would feel great. As I lay back in the lounge bringing my knees back toward my chest Ed moved into position. His seven inch member pushed it's way inside me. A little blood betrayed my virginity. The stretch hurt a little but the pleasure I felt was beyond words. I moaned softly while his big cock banged my asshole.

"Don't stop!"

I was oblivious to the fact the other men were walking out into that small, very private courtyard. For a few more minutes while they watched Edward's big cock hammered between my buttocks.

He reached a climax and pulled out.

"That was awesome! It was my first time."

"I know, " he said. "After you do it the hole is stretched so that the cock fits the way it's made to fit. You won't bleed any more."

I liked the way he phrased it. The way it's made to fit went through my mind. 

Cum seemed to be everywhere. It dripped from the head of his cock. It seemed to ooze out from my hole and slide down the back of my leg. 

I had always imagined my first time would be in a bedroom alone with a dear friend using a condom. Still, it was great and welcomed.

The Gym



I'm supposed to meet you at a nearby gym. It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I know you're looking forward to the chance to see me. I know I feel that way about it. 

The place is closed for the day when I get there. Apparently, and you were there on business, but the owner wants you as a customer, and said you could use the place for a couple hours after your meeting. He is about to leave, and lets me in with a smile. He points me to the back room, where you are waiting. 

You're onto me in a flash, kissing me hungrily, feeling me up all over. I give in to your arms, and embrace you in return, as you reach under my skirt and start fingering me. First my cunt gets your fingers slipped up it, then when they are nice and slick you move those fingers around to my ass. 

I'm a little nervous about this. I had a good shit this morning so it should be ok..... 

Unh, yeah, one finger, then two.... I can feel them writhing over each other inside of my ass. 

You whisper gruffly to me, 'Brought your plug?' 

'Unh-huh,' I reply. 'It's in my bag,'

'Get it,'

I walk back to where I'd dropped the bag under the front counter. You come with me, fingering my ass the whole way. There are still people milling around in the corridor of the mall outside. The glass walls of the gym's front room are only frosted in parts, and I wonder if any of them can see your forearm sticking out from under my skirt as I walk. I say it to you, and you reluctantly take your fingers out. I can smell my ass, and we both look down at your fingers. I am horrified to see that they've got a thick bit of my shit on their tips. I look up at you, wide eyed. 

'You were supposed to come here prepared! Get out!'

I jump at your harsh tack, but I don't move, not wanting to waste this rare opportunity.

'I said get out!'

I obey now, and hurry out into the mall. There must be something I can do. It comes to me before too long. I hurry to the pharmacy in the mall, and purchase two bottles of their enema, and shower gel, and rush back to the gym, just in time to find you about to close the door behind you as you leave.

'I'm sorry,' I plead with you. 'I've got stuff to clean up, just give me a chance. I really want to see you....'

You look skeptical, and I think you're going to turn me down, but then you open the door and let us back inside. This time you lead me through the work out room, and into the men's bathroom. A part of it is set up the way communal-living showers are, with multiple heads around a single enclosure. This is where you leave me, with instructions to undress in the cold, open space. 

When you return you are only in your shorts, and I am obediently naked. Hoping to placate you I've set out my things on a low shelf which runs along one of the walls, and wait in easy reach of it. I stand straight, head slightly bowed, eyes lowered. You walk around me twice, leering at my body. 

Finally you speak.

'You were supposed to clean yourself to get ready for me. Since I can't trust you I am going to do it myself. Bend over,'

I obey, and after a short pause I feel a dollop of the cool lube on my asshole. The nozzle of the enema slips up me, and I can feel the liquid tickling my rear passage and filling me up. Soon I'm having a little cramping, but it subsides. The commercial bottle is small, so you give me the second one too. Now I'm really cramping, and I look pleadingly at you.

'Hold it,' you tell me. 

I feel something else at the entrance of my asshole, thick, cool. My plug. It is vinyl and five-inches long. You feed it up my ass, while I am fighting to hold on to the enema. I'm afraid that if I relax to let it in I'll have an accident. But you don't care about that, so you keep pushing.

'Play with your clit,' you tell me.

I do it and my body relaxes. I'm surprised, but no leaks come, and the plug slides up me and snugly into place. 

You turn me around and back me up against the wall of the shower, and kiss me passionately, then run your fingers into my slit, pleasuring me. Soon I've forgotten all about my discomfort as I hump your fingers. Those fingers are pressing on my g-spot, and on my bladder over and over with each flick of your wrist and thrust of my hips. You alternate kissing my lips and breasts and neck, while I groan with the intense pleasure. My legs open wider to improve your access. 

When I least expect it one of your hands moves away, and I hear the slight creaking sound of a pipe being turned on. The cool spray from the shower hits my chest, hardening my nipples and running down my body in tantalizing rivulets. 

I cling to you, licking my lips, sucking on my tongue and grunting. The flesh between my legs is buzzing, and I can feel the buzz spread over my body as the flesh begins to throb and jump with pleasure. I fart wetly as my asshole spasms on the narrow base of the plug. 

'C...cumming,' I whimper.

The cool water and your pressing fingers force the piss from my body, the release, and the feel of the warm liquid running down my legs heightening my pleasure. The deep urgency within my bowels washes over me. I can feel firm pressure inside my ass, and dimly realize you must be pulling on the plug. My ass-cheeks are too far apart to help hold the plug in place. It slips as my ass relaxes, and though I now remember why my ass-spasms are extra strong, I can do nothing about it. 

The second contraction forces the plug down so it is only the head inside me. Another strong wave grips my bowels. I feel as if everything inside them wants out. This time the head of the plug plops out of my ass, along with long, loud, wet farts, and a stream of brown liquid splattering my legs and the ground and the wall behind me in the most satisfyingly disgusting way. There is no way I can stop and it just keeps coming in wave after wave. I can feel some still-solid pieces pass. The shower reeks of my piss and shit. 

When it is over the shower has already washed much of it away. But you are not satisfied. You make me kneel on my hands and knees in the remains of my mess, with my ass facing the wall. You refill the enema containers several times, and spray the liquid into my bowels again until I can no longer hold it. When I reach that critical point the light-brown liquid that sprays violently from my ass hits the white tiled wall behind me and splashes back on my body. 

You instruct me to finish showering. Concerned, I look at what's left of the mess I made on the wall and floor, but you shake your head.

'Leave it. I want the owner to know how much we enjoyed the facilities.' 

I blush, but there is nothing I can do. You will not let me clean up.

You turn the water off and turn me to face the wall again, and I brace my hands against it. Another nozzle slips into my ass, this time the squirted stuff is cool and thick. Lube is smeared over my crack with the nozzle too. Fingers enter my ass, stretching it, one, two, three of them. They pump and scissor as I moan, my head lolling forward and my hips thrusting back in acceptance. 

You take your hand away and guide your glorious cock up my ass in slow, deliberate thrusts until every inch is buried inside me. Though I've been stretched the stroking of my anal sphincter's ring gives the sweetest pain, and I'm grunting and scratching at the tiles for relief. You play with my clit and plunder my ass until I'm fucking back onto you impaling myself to the hilt. 

Yeah. It's so good. 

I reach between my legs and past your hand and fondle your balls, and turn to you for kisses, while you reach around me and squeeze my breasts and nipples. 

So good. So good. I'm getting close again, and I know you can feel my confused ass alternately trying to shit you out or hold you in.

'Like it in the ass?' you whisper in my ear.

'Yes, unh, yes,'

'Then cum for me. Cum with my cock in your ass,'

I do as you command, my body giving over to the sweet, tortured feeling coursing through every part of it from the pain of you thrashing and grinding into my ass. Only the wall keeps me standing as my ass clenches on you. As I'm calming down I feel the spurting warmth inside and the pumping against my ring. 

'Yeah, cum in my ass,' I tell you, though you're already doing just that.

When you're finished, you're softening, but you stay in me. You step us back from the wall, and bend me further over. More warmth fills me as you release what feels like a gallon of piss inside me. 

'You're going to hold this,' you tell me, and withdraw. 

Only a trickle escapes, and I stand upright, breathing through the slight cramping until it subsides.

You run us under the shower again quickly, and we dry ourselves, clean and pack our implements, and dress. I've been holding it for nearly ten minutes now, and the urge to go has pretty much gone.

'I'll walk you to your car,' you tell me, and we leave the gym together.



The Gym



I was on the leg press when I saw her come in. Tall woman, I would guess 5'8'' or 5'9" and maybe 125 pounds. Blond hair put up in a pony-tail and from the looks of her I figured that she was there more to stay in shape than to get into shape. She was the kind of woman I liked to see in the circuit machine area -- someone easy on the eyes, someone you could watch and appreciate while you worked out.

I finished my three sets on the leg press and was moving to the chest press to work on the anterior deltoids, and triceps when I noticed that she looked a little confused as she stood there looking at the leg extension machine. I walked over to her.

"First time here?"

"Yes."

"You ever use any of these machines before?"

"No. I have a treadmill and a Stairmaster in my basement, but I've never used anything like this before."

"You looking to work on a specific area or just a general workout?"

"Just a general workout. The Stairmaster and the treadmill don't do anything for my arms and upper body."

"If you would like I can give you a quick tour and some information on how to use the equipment."

"Do you work here? A personal trainer?"

"No to both. I'm just here for my workout, but I remember my first time here and if someone hadn't taken the time to explain the equipment to me I could very well have ended up hurting myself. My name is Rob" I said as I extended my hand. She took it and said:

"Minerva, but I prefer to be called Minnie. And yes. I would like it if you showed me around."

I walked her through the circuit training area and explained all the machines to her. I showed her how to adjust the seat, select the weights and gave her a short explanation of what muscle group the machine was designed to work. I pointed out that the machines were numbered and explained that it was best if she used the machines in numerical order.

"They are laid out so you don't keep working the same area over and over. One is for hamstrings, two is for triceps, outer delts and pecs, and three is for quadriceps and so on. Any questions?"

"I'm sure that I'll have dozens once I get started."

She moved to machine number one -- the leg press- and started working out and I moved on to finish my workout. I kept looking back at her to see that she was okay (I think I already mentioned that she was easy on the eyes) and she seemed to be getting along okay. I finished my workout, did my stretches and was getting ready to head for the showers when she stopped me.

"Do you work out here often?"

"Every day, Monday through Friday. I'm here when the doors open at five in the morning."

She looked at the wall clock that said three-fifteen and said, "You have been here ten hours?"

I chuckled and said, "No. I was out of town yesterday and I flew in at eleven this morning so today is a late day for me. Nice meeting you Minnie. You take care and hopefully I'll see you around" and then I headed for the shower room.

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As he headed for the shower I decided that he would indeed see me around. I hadn't expected to find what I wanted so quickly, but he would do. Fairly good looking, obviously in good shape, no wedding ring -- not that that meant anything, after all, hadn't I taken off mine? Yes he would do nicely. As I watched his tight butt disappear through the door of the men's locker room I thought back on the series of events that brought me -- a married woman -- to this gym with the prime purpose of picking up a man (and maybe losing that extra ten pounds I didn't want) but make no mistake, the man is what I was after.

I met Brad when he came to work at Chambers Brothers where I was the office manager. He was charming, witty and extremely good looking and when he asked me to have dinner with him I said yes. It was a fun evening and I said yes to a second date and that one led to a third and then a fourth, fifth and sixth. I'm not a prude, but I'm not a slut either and I do like sex -- a lot -- but I really have to like a guy before I give it up and I really liked Brad so on our seventh date he got lucky. In addition to Brad's other good qualities he turned out to be an excellent lover.

We became a couple and for the next four months we kept steady company. Then disaster struck. I got pregnant. It wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. I couldn't use birth control pills because of some bad side effects so I depended on diaphragms, spermicides and douching, but it seemed that those methods failed me. My fault, not Brad's since I had told him I was protected. I did what I thought was the right thing and broke up with Brad. 

After three weeks of hounding me for the reason for the breakup I finally told him that I was pregnant and he got points for not saying, "Is it mine" or "Are you sure that I'm the father?" Instead he said that we needed to hurry up and get married so the timing would look right when the baby was born. I told him that we would not be getting married; that I was not going to have a husband who married me out of a sense of obligation. I told him that I had been the one to screw up and I would shoulder the responsibility. He stared at me for several seconds and then walked back to his desk and took something out of his briefcase and then walked back to me. He handed me a little box covered in black velvet and told me to open it. Inside was an engagement ring.

"I was just getting ready to ask you to marry me when you broke it off between us. We can have the license and blood tests out of the way by Thursday, see a justice of the peace on Friday and have the weekend for a honeymoon. What do you say?"

What could I say but yes and it went off as planned. Five months into the pregnancy I miscarried and there were some complications with the end result that I could never have children. Brad was a little disappointed because he wanted kids, but he told me that it was no biggie, that we could always adopt.

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For the next six years I thought that I had a great marriage and a loving husband. And then I found out that I was probably wrong about that. Brad had left Chambers Brothers for a higher paying position at McFee and Sons. It might have been for more money, but as far as I was concerned it wasn't a better job. It involved a lot of late hours and some traveling which left me home alone with not much else to do but watch idiotic TV shows or read books. I didn't take up any outside hobbies or activities because I wanted to be sure that my time was free so I could spend it with Brad when he was home.

Brad had just returned from a trip and we were attending a promotion party for one of the men he worked with. It was being held at the Marriott and it was my first exposure to the people he worked with. About an hour into the affair I had to use the ladies room. While there I refreshed my makeup, but when I looked in my clutch for my comb it wasn't there. Then I remembered that I had used it in the car and had put it in my coat pocket. I went to the coatroom and found my coat hanging on the rack in the back. I was fishing in the pocket for my comb when I heard a woman's voice just outside the coatroom say:

"Did you get a look at Brad's wife?"

"I'll say. After seeing her I have to wonder what he sees in Alice."

"Do you think she suspects that he is taking Alice to the motel for long lunches?"

"I doubt it. She doesn't look like the type to put up with that kind of crap."

"You sorry you said no when Brad hit on you? Alice says he is a tiger in the sack."

"No, I'm not sorry. I did consider it for a bit because he is such a hunk, but I decided against it. There is no percentage in playing around with a married man. How about you? Were you tempted?"

"No. I've got a good man at home and even though Brad is like you say -- a hunk -- I'm not willing to risk what I have for some one who plays around like Brad."

"Knowing Alice I'm surprised that she hasn't done something tacky like getting buddy-buddy with Brad's wife. You know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah. The old "See how nice I am? I'll bet you don't know I'm screwing your husband" act. I'm pretty sure that Brad has warned her and he probably is watching her pretty close."

"I wonder if her fiancée knows what she is doing?"

"Probably not. He seems to 'gah-gah' over her to see anything but what she wants him to see."

"We had better get back. Don't want to miss the fun if Alice slips by Brad and gets to his wife."

I stood there stunned over what I'd just heard. My Brad cheating on me? No way! It couldn't be my Brad. There had to be another Brad working there. I got my comb out of my coat pocket and went back to the ladies room. I was washing my hands in the sink when a rather brassy looking blonde walked in. She came over next to me and took her lipstick out of her clutch purse. She glanced over at me, smiled and said:

"You're Brad's wife, right? Minnie is it?"

"That's right."

"I'm Alice. I work with Brad. We have done a lot together since he came to work with us."

"I believe I've heard your name mentioned."

"Well it is nice meeting you finally. Brad does talk a lot about you when we are together."

"Spend a lot of time together I take it?"

"Oh yes. We are assigned to the same cost center so we end up working a lot of projects together."

"Nice meeting you Alice, but I need to get back to the party."

As I walked out of that restroom I was no longer saying, "Oh no, not my Brad" but "I wonder if there is anything to what those two women were saying." But it wasn't until I got back to the table and told Brad that I'd met Alice in the bathroom that things took a turn for the worse.

"She told me that she spends a lot of time with you and that you two have done a lot together since you came to work here."

The quick flash of concern (or was it fear) that went across his face pretty much told me that where there was smoke there was likely to be fire. I noticed that for the rest of the night Brad kept glancing nervously at the table where Alice was sitting. I also noticed several people watching our table with bemused grins and smiles on their faces. Did every one know? Were they thinking "That poor woman. If only she knew" or were they thinking "Way to go Brad. Wife and lover in the same room and the wife is clueless."

Brad was quiet on the way home and after several minutes I asked him if something was the matter and he said no; that he was thinking that if he had made the move sooner that would have been his promotion party. I smiled and told him not to worry that he'd get the next promotion.

I kept my suspicions to myself and tried to act normal the rest of the weekend, but it wasn't easy. Brad had been gone four days and he wanted to make love. I was hesitant. I didn't want to make love to him if he was cheating on me, but I really didn't know that he was. I had my suspicions, but that was all. That plus the fact that my refusal would not be normal let me give him what he wanted, but my heart wasn't in it and for the first time in our marriage Brad didn't bring me to orgasm.

As soon as Brad left for work on Monday I called into work and arranged to take three days off. I was parked where I could see Brad's car when he came out of the building at lunch time. He had Alice with him. They were laughing and talking as they went over and got in his car. As they pulled out of the parking lot my heart sank as I began to accept that my husband was a cheating bastard. I pulled out and followed them as they turned on Wilcox and headed south toward motel row. I was debating on whether to wait for them to head for a room or confront him when he got out of the car when his turn signal came on and he pulled into the parking lot at Denny's. I parked across the street and watched as Brad and Alice walked into the restaurant. I started to castigate myself for being a stupid, jealous woman. I should have known that my Brad wasn't going to cheat on me. I followed them back to work and then I did what I always did to relive stress -- I went shopping.

I hit Victoria's Secret, Lane Bryant and a half dozen other places and bought myself some sexy clothes to wear for my hubby when I made it up to him for all the bad thoughts I'd been having.

Before he left for work that morning Brad told me that he would be working late and while I was a little surer now that he wasn't cheating on me I still had taken the time off to investigate and I would see it through. More to punish myself for doubting him than for any other reason. At five-thirty Alice came out, got in her car and drove away. I forced myself to sit in my car and watch the building as I told myself:

"You stupid bitch! You should have known better. Sit here, be bored, waste a night because of your stupid idea that Brad was a cheater."

At eight-thirty Brad came out of the building with two other men and while they were walking to their cars I took off so I could beat Brad home. When he walked in the door he found me waiting for him in what he called my "fuck suit" - a pair of black pumps with five inch heels and nothing else. I did my absolute best to fuck his brains out.

The next day I was again parked outside where I could see Brad's car. At lunch time he came out of the building with the same two men I'd seen him with the previous night. I followed them until they turned into the parking lot at The Red Robin and then I went home. I fixed Brad's favorite dinner; put on one of the outfits I'd bought at Victoria's Secret and was waiting just inside the front door when Brad walked into the house at six. I handed him the martini that I had prepared for him (shaken -- not stirred) and when he took it from me I went to my knees, unzipped him and gave him head while he sipped his martini. 

Over dinner he asked me what was the occasion and I told him no special occasion, I just thought things were getting a little stale in the bedroom and needed some spicing up. The night was just as exhausting as the previous one.

Before he left the next morning he told me that it would be another late night for him and not to hold dinner. I smiled at him and told him I would be waiting. Again, more to punish myself for my mistrust than for any other reason I was outside watching when he and Alice left the building for lunch. I followed along and wondered what restaurant it would be that day. Brad's right turn signal came on and I looked over to the right and saw that it wasn't a restaurant parking lot. He was turning into the parking lot for the Days Inn. I watched as Brad went into the office and got a key and I watched as he and Alice went into room 116 and I was still watching when the two of the came out of the room two hours later.

There were tears in my eyes as I drove home. Anger, hurt, humiliation and rage -- I suffered a little of each as my mind tried to cope with the betrayal. I was outside again at five when he and Alice came out together and drove back to the Days Inn and went into room 116. They hadn't even given up the room.

I'd had all day to think about it and as I drove home I made up my mind. My revenge would to be to let Brad support me while I cut back on the amount of sex I gave him as I looked for lovers of my own. I would never refuse Brad sex, but I would never again be the one to initiate it. As I sat at my kitchen table and sipped a glass of white wine I thought about what I was going to do. I was going to take on a lover (or lovers) and as long as I was going to do it I wanted one who could fuck my brains out as often as we could get together. He would need to be in good shape and have plenty of stamina. What better place to look than at a gym and while I shopped for my lover maybe I could get rid of the extra ten pounds that I thought I was carrying.

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I was waiting at the door to the gym at five with Bonnie and Debbie, two of the other regulars, when she walked up and said "Good morning."

"Good morning to you. Decide to do it early?"

"Need to get it done before I go to work. Can't do it during the day and I have too much going on in the evenings so here I am. Besides, if I come in when you do you can keep an eye on me and make sure I don't do something dumb and maybe hurt myself." 

Oh I would most definitely keep an eye on her I thought to myself. I saw Bonnie and Debbie look at each other and smile when Minnie said that. I had tried to hit on both of them at one time or another and with no luck. Debbie had almost been tempted, but she was engaged and Bonnie was happily married. I had already noticed the absence of rings on Minnie's ring finger, but that might not mean anything. She might have taken them off to exercise. I'd just have to play it by ear.

Linda unlocked the door at five on the dot and Minnie and I headed for the circuit room while Bonnie and Debbie headed for the lap pool. I helped Minnie get started on machine number one -- the leg press -- and then I went to the free weight room and got a twenty-five pound weight, went to the rack and did fifty crunches. By the time I was done Minnie was on the second machine in the circuit -- the chest press. I watched her for a minute or so and then moved to the leg press. 

As I worked out I watched Minnie and the more I watched the more certain I was that I was going to take a shot at her and I started thinking of how to make my move. First I figured that I'd better give it a couple of days to develop some sort of rapport, but then I thought that she might not come back. She wouldn't be the first one to start an exercise program, go once or twice, and then decide that staying in bed for that extra hour of sleep was more inviting. If I was going to go for it it had better be now. Doing the crunches had put me behind and it would be necessary for me to finish up when Minnie did so I skipped the seated leg curl and only did one set of thirty reps on the shoulder press and then I grabbed a quick shower.

I was leaning on the front counter leafing through some brochures when Minnie came out of the women's locker room. As she came toward me I turned and faced her.

"Got time for a cup of coffee?"

She looked at her watch and then said, "Since I showered here and only need to dress for work when I get home I guess I have time. The juice bar here?"

"No. Too many people will stop to say hi. How about the IHOP on the corner?"

"That will work." 

When she settled on the seat across from me I said, "So how do you feel after your first full work out?"

"Not bad. My legs are okay, but my arms feel like they are made out of lead."

"Your arms just aren't used to it. Back off to a lighter weight for the next couple of workouts and then gradually increase it when you get used to exercising."

"And that will take what, about five or six years?"

"Oh come on now, it won't be that bad. Didn't you say that you had a treadmill and a Stairmaster at home?"

"Yeah, but I don't think I mentioned that they also make me ache."

As she sipped her coffee I made a point of looking at my watch and then I said:

"I know you will need to leave soon to get ready for work and I know that I don't have much time so I'll just have to jump in with both feet. I would like to get to know you better. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"I would like that, but I don't know if I can make it tonight. Why don't you give me a number where I can reach you and as soon as I get to work and check my calendar I'll give you a call."

We finished our coffee and she got up to leave. I admired her tight looking ass as she walked toward the front door. If I had any kind of luck at all I would find out just how tight it was.

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I could feel his eyes on my ass as I headed for the door. I wasn't sure, but I thought that Brad would be "working late" that night and I would call him as soon as I got to work and find out. If he was going to be working late I would have dinner with Rob. Dinner and just maybe something else. It would depend on Rob. If he was a fast worker he could get lucky. I didn't really want to behave like a slut so I wouldn't be making any moves, but I had decided on Rob as my revenge lover and the sooner we got to it the better I would like it.




The Gym



Brad was already gone when I got home so on the off chance that I would be having dinner with Rob I selected a bra and panty set that I had purchased at Victoria's Secret to tantalize Brad but which he would now never see and then I pulled on a dress that showed my legs to their best advantage. I put my sexiest heels in a tote bag. I'd put them on after work if I was going to meet Rob. For work I chose a pair of flats.

Ten minutes after getting to work I was on the phone to Brad. "I don't remember honey. Did you say you were going to be working late tonight?"

"Yes I will be. Why?"

"If you are going to be late I'm going to do some shopping. I saw something that I want to try on."

"Something sexy?"

"Oh yes, very sexy. I just hope that it fits."

I hung up on Brad and called Rob and told him I was free that evening if he still wanted to take me to dinner and got a yes. I spent the day thinking about what I was planning on doing and by quitting time I had totally changed my attitude. Where I had planned on not making any moves and would just wait for Rob to make them I had now decided not to pussyfoot around. I intended to cuckold Brad and so I should just get on with it.

Rob was waiting for me in the lobby when I got off work and as I walked toward him he softly whistled and said:

"Wow! What a difference from when you are in workout clothes."

"You like?" I said as I spun around in front of him in my sexy high heels."

"Oh yeah. You are looking good. No, make that you look fantastic."

"Good enough to eat?"

"What?"

"Let's stop playing games sweetie. I know what you want and I want it too. You want to waste time having dinner or would you rather get right to the desert?"

"When you put it that way the decision is simple. My apartment is thirty minutes from here and I don't want to waste thirty minutes. There is a hotel at the end of this block. We can be in a room in ten."

Actually it was fifteen, but who was counting.

Rob was a marvelous lover and he gave me several orgasms before I had to finally put a stop to the evening.

"I need to get going lover. I need to beat my husband home."

I saw the look that crossed his face and said, "Yes sweetie, I'm married, but I won't let it get in the way of our having fun. I assume you would like to do this again?"

"Silly question. When?"

"It can only be on the nights that he works late or is out of town. How do you feel about being on call?"

"It works for me."

"There is also the fact that this hotel is only one block from where I work and I can take long lunches."

"Would tomorrow be a long lunch day?"

"Absolutely. My lobby at twelve?"

"No. Here as soon as you can get here. I'll already have the room when you get here. That will give us just a tad more time."

"I like a man who thinks ahead."

I kissed him and headed for home.

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As she left the hotel room I wondered what kind of dim bulb she was married to that he couldn't keep her at home. She was intelligent, witty, easy to talk with, drop dead gorgeous and an absolute tiger in bed. In fact, she had so much going for her that if she wasn't married I'd consider going after her with the idea of making it a permanent arrangement and that was saying something considering I'd promised myself never again after the five year disaster that my marriage had been. Those five years with Annabelle had me saying that I'd kill myself before I'd ever get into a long term relationship again. 

Then along comes something like Minnie. And she's married. Well, no one ever said that life would be fair. I'd played with married ladies before and I knew that there was one thing you could count on and that was that it wouldn't last. Maybe four or five months if you were lucky. But then four or five months with something as nice as Minnie was better than no Minnie at all and who knows, she just might be the one who would go longer. One could only hope.

++++++++++++++++++++++

I beat Brad home and was in bed freshly showered and douched when he got there. I wasn't all that keen on having sex with him knowing that I was going to be getting Alice's leftovers, but I did want to give him Rob's. And who knows, I might luck out and have the night be one of the ones when he really did work late.

I was lying on the bed naked. I was propped up on a pillow and reading Stephen Frey's "Forced Out" when Brad walked into the room. I put the book down and spread my legs and then said:

"See anything you might like?"

He just grinned and started undressing.

I almost had an orgasm when I pushed his head down so he could eat my pussy and I did have an orgasm thinking about Rob as Brad fucked me. It was a very satisfying evening for me.

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I was at the gym door talking with Bonnie and waiting for Linda to unlock the door when Minnie got there. The three of us made general conversation until Linda opened up. We checked in at the counter and got our towels and as Bonnie headed for the stairs Minnie leaned over and whispered in my ear:

"Don't wear yourself out this morning lover. You will need your strength come lunch time."

"No fair" a voice from behind us said, "I saw him first and I've known him longer."

We turned and saw Debbie standing there. Minnie looked at Debbie and then back at me and said:

"Oops."

I smiled at Minnie and said, "Ignore her. I gave her a chance and she shot me down."

"What did you expect?" Debbie said, "You hadn't shaved in a week and what girl wants to put up with a hairy bear."

"That's not what you told me at the time. You told me that your fiancée wouldn't like it."

"Well yeah, that too."

The girls headed for their locker room and I headed for the men's locker room. I put my work clothes in the locker and then headed for the treadmill. I put in twenty minutes at five miles an hour to get my heart rate up and then moved to the circuit room. Minnie was in the free weights room with Bonnie and Debbie and they were showing her some exercises she could do using barbells and I had moved through six of the circuit machines before she came into the circuit room. I finished my workout before she was halfway through the circuit so I walked over to the shoulder press where she was in the middle of her set. I waited until she did the last repetition and then said:

"Noon? For sure?"

"You can bet on it."

"I'll already have the room and I'll be waiting in the lobby for you."

"Did you take your vitamins this morning?"

"No."

"Better get some. I plan to be very active and I would like it if you could at least try to keep up."

"All I can promise is that I will do my best."

The hours seemed to drag along at work. The more I thought of meeting Minnie for a long lunch hour the slower time seemed to go. Finally, after a couple of years, it was eleven forty-five. As I left the office I told the receptionist that I would be having a long lunch with a client if anyone came asking about me. I was sitting in the hotel lobby, room key in my pocket, when I saw Minnie come in the front door. I got up and walked to the elevator, pushed the button and waited for the door to open. Minnie walked up and we stood there not talking or acknowledging each other. There wasn't any way that anyone watching would have known that we were together.

The car arrived, the door opened and the two of us walked inside. As soon as the door was fully closed we were in a clinch. I had my hand in her blouse and she was pulling my zipper down. When the door opened on three we raced for room 306. Once inside it was a race to see who could get their clothes off first. Minnie won because she cheated. She didn't take off her nylons, garter belt or heels.

Minnie almost didn't leave me enough strength to go back to work. I began to wonder if I even needed to go to the gym with the workouts she was giving me.

++++++++++++++++++

As I rode the elevator down from the third floor I thought back over the day. It had been most informative. It started when I was in the locker room with Bonnie and Debbie. As I was putting my stuff in my locker Bonnie said:

"Is Rob your first revenge fuck?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I asked if Rob is your first revenge fuck."

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"You don't recognize us? You really have no idea of who we are?"

"I don't believe I've ever seen either one of you before I started coming here."

"Well I guess we did look a lot different in heels and evening dresses but I thought for sure that you would have recognized our voices. Tell me, does this sound familiar? "Do you think she suspects that he is taking Alice to the motel for long lunches?"

She saw from the look on my face that I finally knew what she was talking about.

"Debbie and I saw you go into the coatroom. You were meant to hear what we said. I'm betting that you checked it out and found out that it was true. Suddenly you are here working out and Rob has that "well fucked" look on his face so the question is, is he your first revenge fuck?"

I had looked from one to the other, shrugged and then said, "Yes he is."

I had looked at booth of them again and then had asked, "You disliked Brad that much that you had to make sure that I knew what he was doing?"

"It wasn't as much disliking Brad as hating Alice" Bonnie said, "We both despise her. And to be honest about it I'm not too keen on Brad either. I can't stand a cheater. My ex cheated on me and it destroyed our family. Our kids are still having trouble getting over our divorce."

"I have the same basic problem" Debbie said. "My fiancée is an ex-fiancée because I caught him playing stink finger with one of my now ex-girlfriends."

I remembered the conversation I'd overheard and asked them if it was true that Brad had hit on them and they both said that he had. Then they told me that he had hit on almost every woman in the office -- married and single -- and he had scored with at least three of them in addition to Alice. Then Debbie hit me with a question that I didn't have an answer for.

"Is Rob just going to be the first? Are you going to try other lovers?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

"I don't know; just curious."

"Oh bullshit" Bonnie said. "The truth is that she has had her eye on Rob since she dumped her fiancée. What she wants to know is are you keeping him or are you going to move on to someone else so she can go after Rob."

I'd had to think about that for a couple of seconds before I admitted that I didn't really know what I was going to do. I explained that I had gone after Rob so I would have something to throw into Brad's face and that I had never considered going after lovers plural. It gave me something to think about.

++++++++++++++++++++

I looked down at her as she slept soundly next to me. I noticed what I thought was a slight smile on her face and I hoped that it was because of me. God knows I'd worked hard at trying to make sure that she enjoyed what we were doing. I still marveled at the stupidity of her husband. That he didn't do all in his power to keep her at home with him just absolutely astounded me. The more time I spent with her the more I wished that she wasn't married.

The last seven months had been magic for me. Minnie had made me change my mind about never getting into another long term relationship. She had made me want to make her mine forever. Not that I could tell her that. She had done nothing that would lead me to believe that what we had was anything more than a sexual interlude that would some day end and I was careful not to say or do anything that would bring that day closer. I very much wanted to hold onto what I had. Long lunches two and sometimes three times a week; entire nights when her husband was out of town on business and the occasional quickie after our morning workouts at the gym. I just could not get enough of her. If I couldn't have her full time I hoped that I could at least have her part-time for the next twenty or thirty years.

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I woke him with a blow job and when he was up (both awake AND erect) I moved over him and used my right hand to guide him into me. It was a simply marvelous way to start the day. As we showered together I had to keep pushing his hands away or we would have ended up back on the bed and I would have ended up being late for work. I wanted to end up back on the bed. I was still hot from what had happened when Brad made his nightly 'check-in' phone call. Rob was doing me doggie when the call came and he wouldn't pull out and let me take the call. 

I scooted across the bed to the phone with Rob coming along behind me. We were like two dogs in heat tied together by the knot in the dogs cock. I answered the call and then talked with Brad while Rob kept slowly fucking me. I was so hot that my pussy still tingled as I thought about it eight hours later. After I hung up I tried to berate Rob for his actions, but he just smiled and said:

"Bitch all you want lover, but you loved it."

And I had. Oh God had I ever. We went to the gym for our morning work out and then we stopped and had breakfast at the IHOP. Over French toast I asked:

"Long lunch today or did you get enough last night?"

"You know the answer to that one."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

"I can never get enough of you."

"Long lunch it is then. Take your vitamins."

On the way from the IHOP to work I wondered just how long I was going to keep seeing Rob before having my confrontation with my "loving husband." My original plan was to have a short affair, confront Brad about his affair with Alice, throw mine with Rob in his face and then ask him if he wanted to stop the running around and try to make the marriage work. That was before finding out from Debbie and Bonnie about his other affairs.

Armed with what Debbie and Bonnie told me I had done some discrete investigating and had found out that Brad had three short affairs with girls who worked at Chambers Brothers AFTER he had married me and before he had taken his current job. The question I had been asking myself for months was did I want to try and make the marriage work and more and more I found myself thinking that the answer to that question was "No, not really."

I was having a blast giving Brad well used pussy. I made sure that I had sex with Brad after having made love to Rob. It was rarely 'right after' but always on the same day. I was always showered and douched so he wouldn't ever suspect, but except for when he went out of town I always gave myself to Brad within hours of when Rob pulled out of me.

I was enjoying the hell out of cuckolding my husband.

And, I suddenly realized, I didn't want to give up Rob.

Now what do I do?

++++++++++++++++++

I had the room key in my hand when I saw her coming in the front entrance. Between the time we'd had breakfast at the IHOP and the time I checked in and got the room key I'd had a complete change of heart. I was killing myself -- at least mentally -- by continuing my affair with Minnie. I had to admit to myself that I was hopelessly in love with her and not being able to have her full time was really messing me up. My work was suffering because Minnie was always on my mind. When I wasn't with her I was always thinking ahead to when I would be. 

I had no life when I wasn't with her. I'd sit in my apartment and stare at the walls and think about her and count the minutes until it was time to hit the gym in the morning and see her again. We had talked and I knew why she was seeing me and she showed no interest in ever leaving her husband. 

I couldn't continue on with her only being part time in my life. For my own good I needed to end it. I would even have to change gyms so I wouldn't have to suffer seeing her. As I watched her walk toward the elevator where I was waiting I knew that it would be a hard thing to do, but I also knew that I had to do it.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Brad came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and still dripping from his shower. As I slipped my heels on I asked him what time he would be home for dinner and when he said he would be working late again something in my mind snapped. As I picked up my purse from the dresser I said:

"Why don't you just go ahead and spend the night with Alice instead of trying to hurry home. That way I can spend the night at Rob's place instead of rushing home so I can be here when you get here."

"What the hell are you saying?"

"You know full well what I'm saying Brad, but not to worry sweetie; no need for a divorce. You just see Alice or whomever when you get the urge and don't worry about me. Rob will keep me occupied."

I headed for the front door and he yelled, "Just a god damned minute Minerva. Are you telling me that you are cheating on me with a guy named Rob? Who the fuck is Rob?"

"He's the guy I took up with when I found out about Alice, Mary, Wendy, Sally (the names Bonnie and Debbie had given me), Doris, Beverly and Charlotte (the girls who worked at Chambers Brothers). At least I only took one instead of a herd."

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything? I'm a man and all men play on the side. You are my wife and you are supposed to keep yourself for me."

That statement caught me by surprise and the ridiculousness of it made me laugh.

"This is no laughing matter Minerva. There is no way I am going to have whore for a wife."

I was still laughing as I left the house. On the drive to work I thought back over the last twenty-four hours. I met Rob at the motel and we made mad, passionate love. As we were leaving Rob told me that it was our last time. He told me how he felt and that he just couldn't go on. I wasn't prepared for that. Somehow I had thought that he would always be there. 

I spent the rest of the day at work in a funky mood and really wasn't sure why. Then last night I had cheered up some as I fed Brad Rob's leftovers, but when we were done I had trouble sleeping. In the morning I had gone to the gym, but Rob wasn't there. I went through my workout and then had gone home to hear Brad's ridiculous statement that cheating was okay for him because he was a man. The thought of that got me laughing again.

++++++++++++

Work sucked. All I could think about was Minnie and the fact that I would never see her again. The fact that my cell phone went off every ten minutes and the screen showed that the caller was Minnie didn't help things any.

I managed to get through the morning and just before lunch my secretary stuck her head in the door and told me that my eleven-thirty appointment was in the outer office. I checked my calendar, but didn't see an appointment for that morning. It wouldn't be the first time that something got screwed up so I got up and went to the outer office. Minnie was standing there. I didn't know what to say so I just said,:

"Good morning. Come on into the office."

I stood aside to let her walk in and then I followed and closed the door behind me. She turned to face me and said:

"I was afraid that you might forget our lunch date so I thought I would drop by and we could go together."

I started to say something, but Minnie held up her hand to stop me.

"I heard what you said yesterday Rob, but you are my friend and friends need to stick together during rough times. I'm going to need someone to hold my hand while I go through a messy divorce and then maybe comfort me when it is over. Can I count on you to be there for me?"



The Gym



It had been a long cold winter. The memories of the snow, rain and ice were still fresh in Natalie's mind. Spring was now in the air, the trees were beginning to bud and the thermometer was forecasted to head towards 80 degrees for the first time in 2010.

Natalie completed her normal morning routine, getting the kids off to school and her husband off to work. She signed up for a 10:00 a.m. yoga class at a local gym. She showered, donned a sports bra, and thong underwear. She had been instructed to wear clothing that would allow her to stretch, so she chose a form fitting stretchy top and a pair of bicycle shorts. She threw on her long lightweight sweater because there was still a chill in the air and she didn't want her outfit to be too revealing.

It was a short ride to the gym and as luck would have it, she pulled into a front space just as someone was leaving. She headed right for the front desk and they directed her to where the yoga class was about to begin. The instructor greeted her, handed her a small mat and pointed her to find a spot amongst the other nine or ten woman that had already assembled. 

The instructor introduced herself as Meredith. Natalie felt a lot more comfortable when Meredith indicated that everyone in the class was first timers learning yoga. Meredith instructed the women to remove their shoes and to follow along with her as she taught them to stretch. Meredith was a great teacher and the ladies followed her instructions learning the basics of yoga. 

As the yoga class continued, Natalie couldn't help but notice a man riding a stationery bike near by. That particular piece of equipment was the closest in proximity to the yoga class. The man looked very familiar to Natalie and she thought it odd that he was wearing sunglasses as he peddled. 

Natalie's interest was focused on her yoga class, but occasionally she found herself looking at the man on the bike. She sensed he was watching her. She gazed at him again and the glasses were gone. He looked even more familiar than before, but she still could not place him. Now with the glasses gone, his eyes seemed to be glued to her-especially her feet. 

Natalie was well aware of the fact that many men liked feet, as her husband was a foot man, so she was not offended or taken back in any way by the man's interest. Natalie also had come to know that she had pretty feet and decided to have a little fun with her newly found audience. As Natalie performed the moves as instructed by Meredith, she took the extra steps to wiggle, scrunch, spread and even flex her pretty feet. The eyes of the man on the bike were riveted to Natalie's feet. Natalie smirked with acknowledgment and the man smirked back with acceptance. Natalie was having a great time, both learning yoga and teasing this familiar presence, but all too soon the class came to an end. 

Natalie was feeling relaxed and limber from the experience of the yoga class. She was also feeling a bit of excitement about the foot incident as she headed for the ladies room after class. As she went to tug her bicycle shorts down she noticed that her clit was hard and protruding and completely on display through the nylon shorts. She was positive that "bike man" had gotten a different show besides her feet. She was glad to have that long sweater to put on for the trip home. 

As she exited the ladies room she heard a voice. The voice said, "Natalie, I'm Sam Anderson. Don't you remember me?" 

We went to junior high school together. Once he mentioned his name, it all came back to her. She now knew why he looked so familiar. He had turned out to be a very handsome man, from someone who was a geeky boy and the reason she didn't completely recognize him. 

Sam was wearing a tight fitting work out outfit. Natalie's eyes now took him in from head to toe. He had dark wavy hair, dark brown eyes and flawless skin on his face. She could see that his body was muscular but not overboard; nice arms, nice chest, nice legs and a bulge she pretended not to notice. She followed him to a set of chairs so they could catch up on their lives and she couldn't help but notice his firm muscular butt. She stared at it as she followed him, and as he turned to make sure she was following him he caught her ogling him.

They chatted about their lives and the road that each traveled since knowing each other last. Profoundly, they each discovered that unbeknown to each other, they had a crush on each other back when they were teenagers. 

Each ended up on different paths, Natalie being married with children and Sam was a bachelor married to his job. As they sat and reminisced, both of them were experiencing some deep-rooted chemistry and a high level of sexual intrigue. The conversation had become very comfortable and it felt as if they had known each other for years without absence.

Sam paused, as he seemed to reach for the words and said, "Natalie I never realized until today that you had such beautiful feet. I know you saw me staring at them before."

Natalie removed one of her shoes and held her foot out for Sam to see, asking, "Do you really like them?" 

Sam responded, "Yes, they are exquisite."

Natalie moved her naked foot, resting it on her opposite leg and it was now just inches from Sam's thigh. As they continued talking Sam's hand found its way to Natalie's, he sensually massaged and kneaded her toes; occasionally, lightly tickling her soles. 

With both of them being dressed in lightweight nylon, it was visually obvious that Sam was thoroughly enjoying the soft beauty of Natalie's feet. Sam shifted in his seat to try and conceal his excitement but it was too big and too hard to hide. Sam's hardness did not go un-noticed. Natalie didn't try to pretend she wasn't looking

Sam said, "I'm so sorry that this happened. It's just your feet are so soft beautiful, and right now I am really wanting them."

Natalie could sense that Sam was uncomfortable with what was happening and his eyes were looking for reassurance from her that she was all right with his feelings. Natalie said, "Sam you are not alone. Look over here."

Natalie moved the long sweater revealing a large wet spot in her bicycle shorts. Their eyes met again and Sam's embarrassed gaze turned to lust, and Natalie's eyes returned the same. 

Natalie asked, "What did you mean when you said you wanted my feet?"

Sam blushed stammered a little and then did not respond. 

Natalie again asked, "Please, Sam, tell me what you meant by that?"

Sam again stammered and said, "I just a...I just want to feel your toes wrapped around my cock." 

Natalie asked teasingly, "Sam, are you saying that you want to have sex with my feet?"

Sam replied, "Yes, Natalie. I want you to give me a foot job. I want to cum all over your toes. Now, Natalie, I want to do that right now." There was urgency in Sam's voice.

Natalie felt the same urgency emanating from her drooling womanhood. 

"Come with me to my office please, Natalie." Sam pleaded. "I have a huge office overlooking the city. I am not supposed to be in the office at all today, so no one will be looking for me and I have a back way so we won't be seen." 

With all of her being Natalie tried to decline the invitation, but she had allowed herself to become way too attracted to Sam and even though her brain was saying no; her burning desires were saying, "Yes I will go with you."

Sam and Natalie left the gym and headed for Sam's office. Sam asked if they could take Natalie's car, so that his car would not be recognized in the parking lot. It was a short drive to a modern looking high rise. Sam led Natalie to a back entrance, unlocking the door. On the other side of the door there was a small hallway and an elevator. Sam used a key card to get the elevator doors to open and they headed up. The elevator doors opened and another hallway led to a thick wooden door. Again Sam used a key to gain access.

The last door led to Sam's office. It was a large well-appointed office with its own bathroom and shower. It had a panoramic view of the city from the 15th floor. Sam immediately disappeared and Natalie could hear water running in the shower. In just a few minutes Sam reappeared wearing a knee length terry robe. 

Sam remarked, "If you would like to take a quick shower just use the body sprays in there and you won't have to get your head wet." 

It was as if Sam read her mind about not wanting to get her head wet. 

Sam instructed Natalie that she would find a brand new pair of slippers in the closet in the bathroom to wear after her shower. Natalie had never seen a shower with body sprays before and the water felt soothing on her soft skin. She realized just how much fun the water jets could be as the stream made direct contact with her pussy and she lingered for a moment. She finished her shower as quickly as possible, dried herself, and slipped her pink toes in the white open toed slippers. She then slipped on the terry robe waiting for her on the hook and left the bathroom. 

Sam was waiting for her on the large comfortable looking couch overlooking the city. She sat next to him and he kissed her tenderly and Natalie found herself kissing him back. The shower had only prolonged their sexual excitement. Sam's cock was struggling to find the opening in the robe and Natalie was leaking pussy juice.

Natalie said, "Take off your robe and I will give you a foot job."

Sam replied, "I would never allow myself to release before you were satisfied, so lay back and open your robe." 

Natalie struggled to comply, as she was unsure what Sam was about to do but ultimately did what she was told. Sam removed the slippers. He began suckling each toe on her right foot, making sure to lick in between each toe; beginning with the pinky toe. Once he reached her big toe he licked his way down her foot over her arch, nibbled on her heel, and licked all the way around her ankle. He then began sucking on her arch and licked over her ankle bone. He then licked and kissed his way up her calf.  When he reached her knee, he licked the underside of her calf and then the tender spot behind her knee. He then licked upward, across her thighs and towards her waiting pussy. When he reached her pussy, he stuck his tongue over the opening, beginning at the bottom and curling his tongue to scoop her running juices into his mouth. He gave a quick lick over her clit to the top of her pussy. He then proceeded to lick downward, repeating the same process on the other thigh licking and sucking until he had sucked every toe on her left foot. The one lick of her pussy, top to bottom, left Natalie wanting more. She pulled Sam by the hair, back towards her honey pot. 

Sam took Natalie's queue and began sucking her clit. He sucked it in and out of his mouth, as if he was giving it a blowjob. His finger found her opening and as his tongue pulsed and licked her clit, his finger thrust in and out of her. Natalie could feel Sam's finger massaging her G-Spot as he went in and out of her. Natalie could feel her orgasm coming. She tensed, alerting Sam. He kept up his perfect rhythmic pace of fingering her and licking her clit. Natalie's orgasm was intense as her whole body trembled, leaving Sam's face covered in her nectar. 

As Natalie was recovering from her euphoric journey, Sam raised Natalie's feet to his face; wiping the juices on the underside of her toes. 

Sam's balls were about to explode at this point, and he said, "Natalie use your juices to lubricate my cock." 

Sam wiped his wet finger on his rock hard member. Natalie followed Sam's lead and gathered wetness from her pussy and rubbed it around his head and shaft. Sam stuck one, then two fingers into her, collecting her abundant juices. Natalie continued to lather up Sam's cock with her juices, and Sam held all five of Natalie's toes from the foot that he did not previously lubricate with his fingers, linking across the underside of her toes. 

Sam knelt in between Natalie's legs. With Natalie on her back, he placed Natalie's feet together sole to sole. He stuck his cock in between her two sets of toes so that it rested between the pads of her toes and her soles. Sam's cock was well lubricated with Michele's pussy juice and her toes were lubricated as well. Saliva and Sam's pre-cum coated his cock. Sam held her feet together on either side of his dick and Natalie stroked it with the soft underside of her toes. 

Not only was Sam enjoying the sensations that Natalie's feet were creating on his member, he was enjoying the view as well. He watched Natalie's pretty pink toes stroking his cock and just below where her feet and his cock thrust, was Natalie's pussy. Sam watched Natalie's leg muscles flex as they worked back and forth and as Natalie's feet stroked away from him, she spread her legs apart and he could see the opening to her love canal.

Natalie said, "Come on, Sam, you wanted to fuck my feet some. Fuck them, fuck them now." 

Sam started pumping himself faster; meeting her strokes and his balls tightened straining for release. Sam fought off ejaculation as long as he could and just when he crossed the point of no return, he let go of her feet causing her legs to spread wider and he aimed the impending sperm jet at Natalie's waiting pussy. 

With one hand wrapped around his cock trying to aim, the other hand found Natalie's pussy; spreading and opening the entrance to her vagina. The first spurt was intense and strong, and his aim was perfect. It hit her spread lips and most of it jetted right into her open pussy. As he was coming, he moved forward until his cock was positioned with his spurting dick at her opening. Natalie tensed as she anticipated his penetration. Sam's balls were still producing semen and with his cock just at her entrance, he continued to fill her with his hot seed. He pulled back slightly with his last surge completely covering her clitoris. 

Natalie felt the hot cum enter her pussy and couldn't believe he came from being given a foot job. The hot sperm felt intensely erotic as it seemed to engulf her entire womanhood. Natalie stayed motionless as she felt Sam's cum oozing into the depths of her pussy. Sam was still kneeling between Natalie's legs and started rubbing Natalie's sperm covered clit with his finger. Natalie was now filled with thoughts of Sam's cum running deep inside her and the sheer fact that the cum lubricant made her clit feel slick and wonderful under Sam's magic fingers, so it didn't take long before Natalie felt herself cum again. 

Sam leaned forward, cleaning the remaining cum form Natalie's pussy with his tongue. He took her hands, pulling her body up towards him. He kissed her, pushing the captured cum into her mouth with his tongue. They kissed for a few moments longer and they each sat back on the couch. Natalie's mind was racing, as she new it had been about two weeks since her last period, a bad time for her to be filled with cum that wasn't her husbands. Sam looked at Natalie with a satisfied gaze. 

Natalie spoke first, "What the hell were you thinking? How could you cum inside me like that? This is likely to be a fertile time for me. What if I end up pregnant? I am not on any kind of birth control." 

Sam calmly responded, "I was hoping that you were not on any birth control." With a big smile on his face he proclaimed, "Then I guess you'll enjoy meeting my friend Sandy and her one year old daughter Leigh Anne."



The Gym



This story is racist and sexist...just what you'd expect from a porn site. But since Lit is a higher-class site, the writing is better than you'd find on most porn sites, if I say so myself (because no one else will). Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I am not the narrator, although much of this story, if you can call it that, is derived from actual events, if not actual people.

The gym is old, worn-out and ugly. 

It is reliable, though--you can count on the pool and the whirlpool being "Closed For Renovations", at least two stationery bikes and a couple of treadmills being broken, and several medicine balls missing. And you can count on people leaving apparatus and used paper towels wherever. 

Oh yeah, the paper towel is because they stopped providing cloth towels after their last bankruptcy, when they screwed the laundry company out of about $50K. So you mop your sweaty self with paper, if you can get the dispenser to work.

Oh yeah, also it's in a cellar; no windows, and stairs to get to it and back to the world again. Because the elevator mostly doesn't work.

Oh yeah, and nobody speaks recognizable English.

The location isn't the best, but mass transit serves it well enough to get me to the office and home. But it's cheap. And my doctor said I needed to work out. So I go.

I stay for the benefits. If you position yourself right, the views are fantastic.

The gym's clientele, if you can call them that, consists both of men and women, with enough variations on those well-worn alternatives to satisfy every whim, taste and wallet. If you're interested, you can figure out who bats for whose team. And who's a free agent, looking for a walk-on.

Me, I go to sweat and look, not necessarily in that order. 

Sweat, because A I need to (says the doctor, a physically-fit specimen), and B, because I need an excuse to sit on the weight bench looking around between reps checking out the eligibles. Just checking out will result in throwing out; they have some rules, y'know.

Look. Because it's cheap, you don't get involved (or worse, spend money), and it's fun.

The basics: I like girls; I like them to have tits (within limits, since dairy farms don't turn me on); I like to see a good stern (as the old skipper said, anyone can build a bow, but a good stern is a work of art) with plenty of shape, but I don't insist on bubble-butt, because I've seen some good droop and even some slab, if it's reasonably tight, and the classic big-nigger-ass is well worth a glance; and the face, although pretty far down my list, can't be utterly revolting, although I'm willing to negotiate. Race? Any number can play, white for preference. Gooks usually are titless, with honorable exceptions, and their faces do nothing for me. Black can be beautiful, bar almost all their faces. What are politely termed "Hispanics", although they have less Spanish in them than I do, which is zero, can be anything. Mostly they're too hairy, or dykes, or they chatter like a cage-full of monkeys, which they mostly resemble. And their tits are mostly sloppy, except for the sleek, pussycat exemplars, who look anorexic.

No, politically-correct, unlike huked on fonix, doesn't wurk fur mi.

What I like is the floor exerciser, blond, with a ring but who cares. She comes in wearing shorts over tights, so she can pretend she's not on show. And you can't see through it, though you wish you could. She puts down the water bottle (those hydrating broads must piss like fucking rhinoceri--ever see a rhinoceros take a piss? Like fucking gallons!); she tunes and retunes the iPod, which is good, because the noise in her head keeps her from noticing if I look too long or too hard. Then she drops her towel off her shoulders, hitches up the sports bra (giving a nice jolt to her boobies), and drops to the floor. In front of the mirrored wall, so all can be revealed.

She starts with the leg lifts, raising and spreading, again and again, sweat starting to form on forehead (and doubtless in her crotch). She swings back into a Yoga Plough, spreads her legs, and I can imagine the warmth and the acid, salty, feline, funky, female smell from her pussy and her tight little pucker. 

Now, with her back to floor and bent double, legs behind her head, she raises them and opens and closes them, winking her pussy at me. Those soft little, tight little lips are saying, "I'll give you the best tongue sandwich ever." I can imagine the tiny little droplets of sweat running from her mound, dripping ever so slowly from her bush, down her clit and joining her cunt juice. Lunch is served.

Back up, sitting, facing away from me, taking a break. Intermission, folks. So I take up the barbells and do twenty reps, counting each aloud, sweating, watching myself in the mirror as if I never heard of twat, poontang or vaginal secretions.

In walks a nigger. Big ass, the kind that could use five or six good shots from a finger-width rattan cane, like they use in Singapore. To get her in the mood, to be followed by a well-lubed cock. But the rest is sloppy tits, kinky hair and incipient membership in the Great American Obesity Epidemic. Another one we'll have to support on Medicaid. Pass. More reps.

Blondie is back after her break, having taken aboard even more water. She stands and does touch-your-toes, legs spread, pucker, perineum and pussy every way free. Nice view, if limited. OK, enough for the openers, let's get to the main event.

She drops to the mat on hands and knees, faces the wall away from me, and does those leg-and-ab stretches that absolutely rock me! Lift left leg and stretch it back, grinding pucker and pussy and then opening them up. Do same with right. Then left right left, and I'm marching to the beat of a different drum.

I can almost hear her pussy sucking wind, her puckered little asshole going "squish squish" with the dripping sweat. I can almost smell it, well-prepared, well-tended, warmed-to-perfection USDA Prime Bitch. Who needs little blue pills? What you need really is droopy, floppy gym shorts, with no inner mesh brief, that could conceal a hard-on and an armored infantry brigade. And I got 'em. It's easy to cut out the mesh briefs. Just get a color that doesn't show pre-cum, if you can find it. Or try surgical adhesive tape to the tip of your cock. Just be careful getting it off, or you won't be getting off for a while, if you get my meaning.

She's gone to the weights. Squatting and lifting with eight-pound barbells, then going to a 25-pounder held in both hands. Can't see as much, and besides, enough of this one. Show's over, folks. 

I barely bother to check out her ass again as she leaves.

The nigger is grunting away at the far side of the room. One look at her ass. Seen one, seen 'em all. 

Two of the chiquita bananas arrive, jabbering away. The type that clean offices by night, fat, laughing at everything when they don't say "oh my god", not only nothing to look at but positively anti-erotic. If they all looked like that, I'd take up crocheting.

So back to the reps; presses this time. Tune out the jabber, concentrate on getting the count right, the reps right.

The chiquitas have grabbed the corner of the room where the bars are for my push-ups. I can wait for them to leave, but usually they hang out and talk (or jabber), because exercise is the last thing on what passes for their minds. So that won't work, because some of us have to go to work today.

Maybe there's some eye candy at the other bars. The other bars are next the weight machines, but there's only guys on the machines. Not for me, thanks, but you can enjoy, if that's what engages your clutch.

Push-ups, with a long stretch in between. Of nothing.

Wait, what's that at the water fountain? Bending down to drink, tits like two ripe pears with plenty of cleve on show. She stands back up, and even at this distance you can see nipples. Vell vell vell, vhat habe ve hier? Chorus-line face, blond, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, legs that last forever. Dancer working out before a show tonight? Might could be. Turn around, bright eyes, let's see the package. 

She does. The tights are perfect. An artistic outline of buttock, a thermonuclear wedgie. The damn seam on her tights must be halfway to Paradise. Her perineum must be getting a fine rubdown, which is OK by me, because I can take care of the rest. She walks away to the back of the gym, and I don't get to see pussy or pucker, but imagination isn't slow in supplying. Athletic, she's the kind you don't merely doggie, you do the bull-and-cow routine. And hope she knows to arch her ass back up, and clamp your cock as you come. 

Oh well, time for the medicine ball. Off the walls and bounces, sixty of each, in the far rear corner where no one goes. You can see people arriving and departing, but everyone is so buttoned up now that winter's here. Might as well finish, nothing more going on today. Go and shower, dress and off to the same-old.

But as Scarlett said, "Tomorrow is another day."



The Gym



I live in an apartment complex that has a gym open twenty-four hours a day. I liked going at night because it was usually quiet and empty. However, tonight it isn't.

I climbed onto the treadmill, hoping that they might be leaving soon. I soon realize that isn't going to be the case. I can feel their eyes all over my ass, watching me hungrily. As horny as I am, I cannot even think about cheating on him. I am faithful after all and he is a good man, but the sex has become boring, almost to the point of nonexistence. I have almost forgotten what it means to make love.

I look to the side, glancing to the side. Are they still watching me? Then I see the package on one of them and my god is it fucking huge. It looks like it is about to burst free of his shorts. I quickly look away and try to focus on my routine, but my heart is pounding hard in my chest, my pussy throbs in sync with the beats and I can feel a little bit of wetness forming down there.

I begin to wonder if his friend is just as hung, then I quickly shake my head. I shouldn't have thoughts like this and if this keeps up I just may need to leave. But my body starts to betray me, my posture fails and I didn't know that I was putting on a show for them. I catch a look at them and they were looking over me like I was a piece of meat. Then they start to approach me.

The one with the huge cock grabs the back of my hair like he fucking owns me. My mind is in total conflict with my body as he pulls my head back and kisses me. My body trembles when his strong hands begin roaming my body, squeezing my breasts. His friend is behind me squeezing my ass. I can feel his hot breath on me.

I want to give in and though I know I shouldn't and I'd regret it, but my body craves it. I can't stop them as my pussy burns for it. I start giving in to it like an animal needing to be fucked and I don't care about anything else. They pull my clothes off together, stripping me naked before undressing themselves. I look at their cocks and compared to my husband they both are fucking hung.

My mind tries to find reason not to go through with this; disgust, wrongness, whatever it took, but my body won't listen. I take the first one's uncircumcised cock in my hand. I had never seen one nor touched one. It was strange at first, but after grasping it in my hand I kind of like it. I slide my hand up and down his shaft, watching the skin slide back and forth over his cockhead before taking it in my mouth. I swallow as much of it as I can, taking it to the back of my throat. I gag and pull back leaving a trail of saliva from my mouth to his cock.

Before I know it, his friend is shoving his uncircumcised cock in my face. I grasp it with my other hand and repeat the process of stroking him. I switch between their cocks, taking one into my mouth then the other.

They don't let me explore them much though. They are driven with a single minded purpose, to fuck me. It doesn't dawn on me until I see the first guy's huge cock poised between my legs, ready to slide in my married, cheating pussy that he is without a condom. He is beautiful and there is now way to stop him, not that I really want to. My hands rub along his chest as his massive cock pushes into my wet, hot pussy, stretching me past my normal limits.

He thrusts in, my body welcoming him and I push back against him. I feel shameless. His cock is like nothing I have ever felt. Each time he thrusts in and out I can feel his skin sliding over and off his cockhead. It makes my belly tingle and melt with surprise intensity. I hate to admit that he feels better than my own husband. I am sick with myself for enjoying every hard and forceful thrust. My body is screaming as this is just what I needed.

Even his kiss is rough and disarming and I cling to his magnificent body as he relentlessly plows through my orgasms, one after another. Somewhere along the line I should stop him, but my body is racked with pleasures that I have never felt before. He pounds me harder and I can feel his cock expanding, pushing my pussy to its limits. I know he is about to cum and even though I am afraid of getting pregnant, I really don't care. My husband will just have to accept it as him getting me pregnant, I'll find a way to make that happen.

My hands slip over his thighs to his ass and I pull him in closer to me as I thrust my hips into his groin. My body knowing what it wants. Then I feel it. All my worries disappears as soothing pulses of his cum fill my womb. He fills me with so much I can feel it escaping and slipping down my ass. He cums like he can't stop and his hot cum fills my sinful womb. He pulls out, leaving a stream of cum both inside and outside of my pussy and I don't have much rest as I see the stare of his friend waiting patiently.

He positions me until I am bent over the weight bench. His fingers slide up over my slit and I look back to see him stroking his massive uncircumcised cock. He rubs it along my pussy to my ass between strokes and then I feel a torrent of cum splashing against my pussy, mixing with his friend's. It makes my knees weak.

He is eager to continue and bury himself in my pussy. I feel his cockhead push against my pussy lips and he slides right in. My pussy conforms to his large cock, squeezing as it stretches. His friend's cum allows him to slip in and out easily and I am so turned on by the fact I have his friend's cum inside e and his on the outside, but I want his inside as well.

I can feel his breath on my hair and his strong muscular body pressing against my back. He is a goddamned animal. My body rocks and shakes with his every thrust. I am being spoiled and don't want it to end. Then I feel the swelling of his balls and his thrusts getting harder and stronger. His hips bang against my ass and then I feel it. He cums and my pussy is set on fire. As his cum sprays my womb, my body goes into another shuddering orgasm.

His cum is every bit as much as his friend's and it just keeps coming and I don't think it will ever stop. I am delirious with pleasure. He pulls out, leaving me breathing hard over the bench. When I finally do get up neither of them are in the gym. I gasp in shock and quickly get dressed.

I go back several times over the next few days, but I don't see the strangers there anymore. Eventually give up looking and strangely my sex life with my husband gets a boost. Now I'v got two on the way and I can't be happier.



The Gym



It was a cold dark morning when I got to the gym, not a lot of people around at 5:30 a.m. in the middle of a midwest winter. I am a curvy woman that works hard at not going beyond curvy! I was thankful the gym owner had given me a set of keys so I could let myself in at this hour. 

My lifting partner arrived a few minutes after I did and he was whining about the time of day. After his initial self "pity party", we got right to it. Today was chest and back day. Secretly my favorite workout day because I often fantasized about straddling this younger man and fucking him on a weight bench when I was masturbating at home. 

I laid on the bench first and he handed me the chest press bar. I struggled through my first set because I was having a tough time with focusing on my task at hand and not on my naughty thoughts of my sexy lifting partner. 

He told me to quit being a whimp and focus! I looked at him and said, "Hey, it's YOUR fault I'm having a tough time focusing." We bickered for a moment while we changed positions. 

I added his weight to the bar and helped him lift it off the rack. He whipped his set out like nothing, he was incredibly strong. 

I could feel my yoga pants becoming a bit wet because of my sordid mind wandering back to fucking this man while he was lifting! 

We placed the bar back on the rack and he just lay there. I told him to get up, that it wasn't nap time. 

He looked up at me and I swallowed hard. His eyes had glazed over with what I thought to be lust, but I couldn't be certain. Then in one smooth move, I knew it was lust in his eyes as he reached over his head and started rubbing the sides of my thighs.

The sexual electricity that passed between us was incredibly intense. His hands rubbing up and down my thighs were shooting lustful sensations all through my body, my mouth dropped open and I heard myself panting! 

My dainty hands were shaking as I reached for his biceps. I had fantasized about touching them so many times, they were so big, so hard and so strong. His skin was smooth, he felt so soft but so masculine, it was the perfect combination. 

I suddenly found my boldness and I walked around the bench and straddled him as he lay on the bench. I leaned down and we began to kiss. As we began, our kisses were sweet and gentle, almost as though we were testing the waters. After a moment they became deep, lust filled and needy. So hard, so deep, he was nipping at my lower lip. I sucked his tongue in pretending it was his cock. His moans filled the gym as his tongue fucked my wanton mouth. 

I felt myself being pushed back up to a sitting position on what I could feel to be a very hard cock. He slid his hands up my tummy and to my breasts, he cupped them so gently, filling his hands with them. He circled my hard nipples and suddenly squeezed my right one pinching harder, and harder. I was about to pull away when he said, "shhhhhhh, let it happen" and I felt a lust filled jolt shoot directly from my nipple deep into my soaking wet pussy. 

Our eyes locked. My eyes began to drift shut, my head was falling back. 

He demanded I look at him. I did as commanded. He was squeezing my nipple through my sports bra, exact same pressure, just held it and wham! 

An orgasm rocked my body! I fell back onto his chest amazed that I had just had an orgasm with him simply squeezing my nipple. 

I sat back up. The wonderful, animalistic nature of lust took over. My hips were grinding my cum soaked cunt on his now rock hard cock. I began sliding myself up and down his shaft through our clothes. Dry humping like a couple of teenagers. 

He reached the inner thighs of my yoga pants and with one quick tug he ripped a hole in the crotch of them exposing my cum soaked pussy. He gazed at me and smiled saying, "I knew it would be this beautiful."

He slid a single finger up and down, between my swollen pussy lips. He then put his finger to my mouth. I sucked my juices from his finger, feeling so sexy and erotic. He slid his hand down my neck, my chest, down my tummy and slid two fingers deep inside of me, strumming my clit with his thumb. He began pumping his fingers hard, fast and deep inside of me. 

I begged for release, "finger fuck my sweet little pussy baby, fuck me so hard...yes...yes....YESSSSS" I hissed. My hips were bucking uncontrollably, legs quivering, I was squeezing my tits riding this man's fingers like it was the last fuck I'd ever have in my life. 

I felt my orgasm build, starting in my core, radiating out, up and down! I came so hard that my juices gushed from within me covering his entire hand with my lust. 

He took his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty and he began to lick my thick, white cum from his hand. I leaned down and we shared my juice as we kissed with his fingers in our mouths. 

I ached to taste is cock and lick the pre cum from the tip. I whispered to him, "Let me suck your beautiful cock baby."

His smile spoke volumes. 

I stood and turned around, straddled his chest so he could see my ass and my cum drenched pussy. I pushed his sweat pants down and exposed his gorgeous cock. A tiny pearl of pre cum was on his slit and I leaned down to lick it off, as I licked and softly sucked the very tip of his cock I wondered if I could get such a girthy rod in my mouth. I licked my lips and spit on the tip of his cock. 

He let out a loud low moan as I slid my lips around the head and slid his cock deep inside my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little, he moaned again. I began sliding my mouth up and down his cock while I jacked him off with one hand and gently squeezed and pulled on his ball sack. 

His hips started to buck as he fucked my face. I was in cock heaven! His breath was coming in gasps when he said, "I want to be buried in your creamy tight cunt baby, fuck me!" 

My long term fantasy of fucking this man was about to come true! I stood and removed my top, he gazed at my full, large breasts and grabbed two handfuls. I straddled his hips and positioned his cock at the entrance of my vagina. I slid his beautiful cock up and down between my voluptuous pussy lips and in one swift movement I buried him to the hilt! So deep inside of my soaking wet cunt that it hurt! I pressed down so hard, grinding my hips, I was so full of cock, yet somehow I wanted more. 

He grabbed my waist with his huge hands and slammed me down harder onto his rod. I was screaming and squirting all over this beautiful beast of a man! 

I began to rock back and forth on him. I had never felt so completely fucked before! I began bouncing up and down on him like a piston hammering, screaming at him to fuck me harder and deeper! My tits were bouncing in time to our connection and my orgasm was building in my tummy. My nipples hardened more, my chest became flush, and another orgasm ripped through me, gripping his cock like a vice! I was screaming his name as I was squirting all over his taught belly! He gave one final thrust up as he filled my cunt with his hot seed! I could feel him fill me, spurt after spurt. Spent, I fell onto his chest smelling his scent, so manly, so animalistic, so hot.

We lay there for a moment and let our breathing return to normal. I stood up and put my shirt on. He pulled his sweats over his now soft cock. As he got up off the bench the owner of the gym walked in. "Hey guys, how was the workout?" We grinned at one another and replied, "it was probably one of our best!" 

That day is forever burned in my mind. We work out a lot these days and we've added a new friend to our group, but that's another story for another time.

Until next time,

Jess



The Gym



My wife Brandi fits easily into the hot wife category. She's 5' 9" tall 115 pounds with 36d gummy bear implants that look and feel spectacular. Her pink silver dollar sized nipples protrude a half inch when she's aroused. She has a perfect sized tramp stamp above her tight peach of an ass. With her all over tan, killer legs, pouty cock sucker lips and long brown hair she resembles the porn star Lisa Ann only hotter. She's a sexual dynamo and I can barely keep up with her. When she goes out she wears sexy mini-dresses without a bra and 5" heels. She knows how to shake her ass when she walks and its fun to lay back and watch guys fall all over themselves to get a better look at her. 

We have an open marriage and it really turns me on to watch her fuck other guys. Usually we'll set up a solo fuck session for her where she knows I'm watching indiscreetly. She really steps up her game putting on quite a show when she knows I'm watching. Sometimes I'll sit in a chair watching her do her magic until the time is right to join in. She'll stare at me with lust in her eyes as she sucks the guys cock. With just her eyes she orders me to take out my hard cock and start stroking it. She loves to see me stroke my cock and it really gets her charged up. I especially love to watch her suck my cock while another guy is fucking her. She's a great cock sucker anyway but the added intensity of her being pounded as she sucks me really sets me off. I'll explode down her throat and she swallows it all.

Since she turned forty she's been obsessed with working out and maintaining her hot wife status. She's even gotten a trainer and after several months shes really super ripped. She was always tight but now she has clear muscle definition with a six pack to boot. She's even planning on entering some fitness contests. She comes home exhausted and sore from her workouts. 

Her trainer Dante' is a younger guy in his mid-twenties about 5' 7" not handsome any any means but he's very muscular. He's a competitive body builder and has won a few competitions. I could tell when I first met him he wanted to fuck Brandi bad. He flirted overtly with her in my presence which unbeknownst to him really turned me on. He's in love with himself and his muscles and thinks every woman wants to fuck him. He was our trainer several years ago but when he left the gym we were at we lost track of him. Brandi never found a trainer that she liked after him. To Brandi's surprise Dante' Facebook friend requested her out of nowhere one day. She accepted and took that as an opportunity to reconnect and have him train her again.

I teased her that I knew she always wanted to fuck Dante' and now was her chance. "You've always wanted fuck that muscle man haven't you?"

She denied this vehemently saying she loves the way he works her out and didn't want to make it weird between them.

I got a kick out of teasing her and kept it up to her dismay. "You may not want to fuck him but he's always wanted to fuck you" I warned her. "He's gonna try his damnedest to stick his dick in that sweet pussy of yours." 

She laughed it off but she did wistfully comment on his chiseled body and strong muscular physic. "I've never fucked anybody with a body like his" she mused. 

"With me not there it's gonna happen. But as long as I get all the details when the opportunity pops up I say go for it." I encouraged her. "And it will "POP" up" I joked.

Whenever she came home all sweaty and dis-shoveled from her workout I'd joke that she had that just fucked look about her and Dante must have really "worked" her out.

She would protest nothing was happening and he wasn't her type "He's working me out but not the way you mean." 

"I bet he's working you out" was always my reply.

"Besides, his dick is too small for me" she coyly said. 

"Oh, so you've have been checking him out!" I chided.

"It's hard not to when he's spotting me" she replied. "His crotch is right there. He has been flirting with me since we started but seriously I'm not interested in fucking him."

"How's he been flirting with you?" I asked.

She explained that whenever she was doing an exercise Dante' would seductively rub his hand along the muscle being worked claiming he was making sure she was doing it right. He'd cup her ass or caress her legs as she did the workout complimenting her on how good she felt. He thought he was being subtle but Brandi was wise to his moves.

"Sounds hot" I said.

"It is a bit of a turn on but you know I hate those guys who think they're Gods gift to women and will fuck anything that moves." She replied.

This went on for months and after her workouts even though she wasn't fucking Dante' the thought of it would drive me wild. I have a vivd imagination and just thinking what they could be doing at the gym would make me horny as hell and we'd end up fucking when she got home. Sometimes I'd throw her down on the floor and fuck her as she walked in the door but usually I'd join her in the shower soaping up her firm tits and biting her neck as the shower massager worked its magic on her clit. I'd slide my dick into her waiting pussy and fuck her from behind all the while teasing her about Dante'. "Is this how Dante' fucks you at the gym when your'e done working out? Do you shower together or does he just fuck you all sweaty on the floor?" I'd seductively tease. 

Getting turned on she moaned and bucked back into my cock "I wish" she sighed as she repeatedly thrust into my cock. 

"I bet Dante' just loves these big sweet tits of yours" I teased as I squeezed and pinched her erect nipples.

"Mmmm he sure does" she moaned playing along. 

As we fucked I would do a sexual commentary on what I bet Dante' was doing to her behind the gyms closed doors. 

She would play along and even embellish my scenarios. She weaves a good erotic tale and we'd have great sex that way. Brandi would tease me on how turned on just the thought of Dante' fucking her got me. "Imagine if I actually fucked him?" she teased.

"What do you think I've been imagining every time you go work out with him?" I explained. 

"What exactly do you think he's doing to me?" she quizzed. 

I told her my best fantasy and she was stunned as to how detailed it was. I told her sometimes when she goes to workout I jack-off just imagining what they're up to. 

She loves to hear my jack off scenarios it really gets her horny. She ordered me to jack-off as I wove my tale and I readily obliged. "You've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?" she smiled. "Well, if it ever happens you'll be the first to know. Or the third" she joked as she bent down and started blowing me. 

We continued to have post workout sex for the next month or so until one night Brandi came home all giddy with a broad smile on her face. She was bursting to tell me something. "Guess who I just fucked?" she boasted as she jumped up and down with glee as her top struggled to contain her big bouncing tits.

"I don't know, it could be anybody with you?" I joked.

"Come on, get serious" she scolded.

"Ahhhhh, Dante? I guessed.

"Yes, yes, yes" she shouted all pleased with herself. 

"No, you didn't, you're just saying that to get me all hot a bothered" I said disbelievingly. 

"Is it working?" she teased as she approached reaching down and rubbing my hardening cock through my sweats. "Mmmm, I'd say its working" she teased all pleased with herself. Reaching into my pants she teasingly stroked my cock longingly staring at me not saying a word until the curiosity got the best of me.

"Well, lets hear this fuck story of yours" I begged.

Seductively biting her lower lip "Mmmmm, you're gonna love this, its better than anything you've imagined, and its not a story, I really fucked him." she insisted. "See for yourself" she said as she proudly lowered her sweat pants revealing her naked shaved pussy and swollen pouty lips. They get that way they when she's been fucked.

"Damn, wheres your underwear and shorts?" I asked as I became more convinced this wasn't a story and she actually might have fucked Dante'.

Smiling broadly she reached into her gym bag and pulled her shorts out and waved them at me. "Here's my shorts, Dante kept my g-string as a souvenir" she exclaimed. "Believe me now?" she quizzed. She could tell I was still hesitant so she grabbed my hand and placed it on her wet pussy. "Feel like a just fucked pussy to you?" she teased.

I felt around and easily inserted my finger into her waiting pussy. I could feel the love juices. "I gotta admit it does feels like you've just been fucked" I exclaimed. Sniffing my finger "And I'd say he came in you too." I presented my finger to Brandi and she seductively licked it like a small dick until it was clean. "Tell me all about it." 

Giddy with excitement and eager to spill the beans she pulled my pants off making my now hard 9" cock spring into view. "Just the reaction I was hoping for" she proclaimed as she straddled me on my chair. Facing me she looked longingly into my eyes the way she does when she sucks another guys cock. "Ready?" she asked before laying a long passionate kiss on me. As we kissed she stuck her tongue down my throat and aggressively worked it around.

There was no mistaking the taste of cock and cum in her mouth. Pulling away I proclaimed "You sucked his dick too didn't you?"

Putting her finger to her lips and mischievously smiling innocently she nodded yes "I cannot tell a lie, I sucked did his dick and I swallowed all his load too" she boasted. As she confessed she playfully used her thumb and index finger to indicate its small size.

"He came twice? In your mouth and pussy?" I said in amazement. "What a stud. You little slut, I knew it was a matter of time before you'd fucked him" I proudly proclaimed. We went back to making out as she reached down and massaged my throbbing cock. I couldn't take the suspense anymore and I begged her to tell me what happened. 

Her nipples at full attention trying to escape the confines of her top and with that just fucked look about her Brandi began her tale but not before she positioned my cock so it rubbed her clit as she gently squirmed around while she told her story. As they worked out Brandi could tell something was bothering Dante' He wasn't his usual touchy flirty self. He seemed down. She kept asking him what was wrong but he'd just say "Nothing, everything was fine." Midway through the work out she finally got it out of him that his girlfriend of three years had dumped him. Brandi knowing he really liked her even though he still fucked anything that moved told him how sorry she was and gently touched his arm which got him chocked up and a little teary. Brandi stroked his muscular arm to comfort him as they talked before he had her go back to working out. After a few more reps he started to tear up so Brandi stopped and tried to comfort him again. As they sat next to each other on the weight bench Brandi gently rubbed his leg as they talked.

He spilled his guts to her. All the while he kept thanking her for being so understanding and how she was so great and wonderful and easy to talk to and how he wished he could find a girl like her. He told her how hot she was and its rare to find such a nice person thats also as hot as her. "Most hot chicks know they're hot and are bitches but not you. You don't know how hot you are." When she told him he was being silly he told her how all the trainers in the gym want to fuck her and how she's the talk of the gym every time she comes in. "Don't you see how crowded it gets around every machine you're at?" He quizzed. 

Brandi just blew this off but slowly realized that her touching him was having an erotic effect as she could see his cock growing in his shorts. Getting uncomfortable and sensing he was feeling better she stood up saying she had better go. She hugged him and he squeezed her tight in his muscular arms. Brandi's tits squeezed against his muscular chest and she could feel his cock hardening against her. "I wish there was something I could do to help you through this, but you gotta know it'll get better" she assured him as she tried to break free. 

He held her tight sniffing her hair as his growing cock pushing against her pussy. After a bit the teary eyed Dante' looked longingly into her eyes "I wish I could find someone like you" he lamented before clumsily leaning in and kissing her. It was a rough stiffed lipped kiss which startled Brandi and she pulled away slapping his chest in mock disgust.

"I'm a married woman!" she protested hoping her hardening nipples didn't give her away. Brandi said she was a bit turned on by Dante's manhandling of her but she still wanted a trainer not a fuck buddy.

Realizing he over stepped the boundaries Dante' panicked "Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry" he pleaded, "I couldn't help myself, you felt so good I lost my head, I'm so sorry." He began to tear up again as he beat himself up.

Brandi was pissed but a bit turned on so she began to take pity on him again. She remembered our fantasy games and me kidding her about fucking Dante' and how hot it got me. Looking at this wreck of a muscle man in front of her she figured why not go ahead and fuck him the guy really needs this and she knew I'd approve. 

There was something about seeing him vulnerable instead of the womanizing player he usually was that turned Brandi on. Taking pity on him she cupped his face with her hands to get his attention "It's alright" she reassured him as she leaned in kissing him with passion. She kissed him long enough for the stunned Dante' to loosen up and kiss her back. 

Soon Dante' let his hands wandered down to her firm ass and began massaging it as he ground his cock into her pussy. Breaking the kiss, "You got a great ass" he whispered in her ear.

"Thanks to you" Brandi replied. "Wanna see what it looks like without these clothes on?" she teased.

"Seriously? Oh, God yes" Dante' almost begged "Thats all I've thought about since I first started training you." 

Pushing him onto the bench Brandi stood in front of him and seductively removed her tight spandex shorts. Standing there half naked with her shaved pussy exposed to Dante' she strutted around proudly showing off her lower half. She turned around and showed him her tight firm ass as she seductively rubbed it. Playfully slapping it she bent down in front of him as he eagerly began massaging her ass. Brandi looked over her shoulder and the lust in Dante's eyes as he stared longingly at her ass was intoxicating to her. 

It didn't take long for him to insert a finger into her waiting pussy. He finger fucked her for a while before he stuck his face into her sweat ass and began eating her out. He roughly licked and bit on her clit as he worked one then two fingers into her burning pussy. Brandi's moans and cries of pleasure encouraged Dante on as he munched on her pussy with a vengeance. He brought her to a powerful screaming orgasm buckling her knees. He caught her by her hips before she fell and pulled her onto his lap. He played with her tits until she came down from her orgasm.

Regaining her composure she kissed Dante before she lowered herself to her knees and eagerly pulled off his shorts letting his hard cock spring free. She was disappointed by his size only four to five inches as she had predicted. Brandi's a size queen and loves a big hard cock but she said his firm muscular body made up for his lack of size. 

Dante' removed his tank top exposing his chiseled chest and six pack abs. He flexed as he did.

Brandi lusted over his muscular body rubbing one hand over his chest as she massaged his cock with the other. She kissed him briefly on the mouth again before kissing all over his chest on her way down to his cock. She lingered at his abs seductively rubbing her hands over them. She's never been with someone this muscular and she was taking it all in. She examined his cock closely as she jacked him off before lowering her mouth down to his member and beginning to suck him off. It didn't take long for her to deep throat him. She alternated between sucking his cock and jacking him off as she sucked his tiny steroid addled balls. 

Dante' moaned and dirty talked so loudly she hoped there was no one left in the gym to hear him. He complimented her on her cock sucking skills the whole while she blew him.

Staring Dante' in the eyes as she seductively sucked him off and seeing the effect she was having on him really turned Brandi on so she picked up the pace and rapidly bobbed up and down on his cock as she squeezed his balls. 

"Oh God, Oh God, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop." Dante' moaned.

"Cum in my mouth baby. Do it, I wanna taste that sweet cum of yours. I wanna feel your cock explode on my mouth" Brandi begged as she returned her mouth to his cock.

Dante' let out a guttural roar his ass lifting off the bench as he grabbed her head and worked it around on his cock as he shot his load down her throat. 

Brandi kept her mouth firmly on Dante's cock until he was done cumming. Then sucking him dry she swallowed his entire load to the amazement of the gasping Dante'. 

Proud of herself she opened her mouth to show him she had swallowed it all. 

"Holy shit you swallowed my whole fucking load!" Dante' said in amazement. "My girlfriend wouldn't even let me cum in her mouth."

"Girls" Brandi bragged "She doesn't know what she missing." Smiling proudly "Protein, right?" she added. At this point in the story Brandi was close to another orgasm as she rubbed her clit against my hard cock. Wanting to cum again Brandi rose up and grabbing my cock then positioning it at the opening of her pussy she slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing member. Usually Brandi has to use lube to take me but this time wasn't the case. Having already been fucked and full of cum plus the excitement of reliving her story had her really loosened up and I slid in easily. Hitting bottom Brandi exploded in a fierce orgasm. With her arms around my neck she laid her head back forcing her tube top covered tits into my face she screamed in passion. "Oh God your cock feels so good, ah, fuck, fuck, fuck" she moaned as she ground into me. Her convulsing pussy muscles squeezing my cock almost sent me over the edge but I was holding out until I heard about how she got fucked. 

"Come on get to the part where you fucked him." I begged.

"Goddamn your dick is as hard as a rock" she admired regaining her composure. "You love hearing how a big young muscled stud fucked your little wifey, don't you?" she teased before going back to her story. Flushed with her cock sucking prowess and Dante's reaction to it Brandi had him pull her top off her exposing her perfect tits to him. 

"Sensurround" I said as I reached up and pulled Brandi's top down letting her firm tits bounce free. I love the the way her tits bounce when they're set free from their confines. Tweaking her erect nipples I teased "Did he do this to you?"

Brandi moaned a sensual "Yesssss." But first he just stared in lust like a kid seeing the presents under the tree at Christmas for the first time." 

"Holy shit you have great tits, better than I ever imagined" Dante' finally gasped as he pulled Brandi onto his lap. He began rubbing her tits like it was his first time ever doing it. He clumsily rubbed and pinched her nipples before he awkwardly and roughly began sucking on them for several minutes before he began finger fucking her again.

Brandi moaned with lust as she ground her pussy into his hand while he assaulted her tits. 

Dante' got carried away and bit her nipple really hard leaving a mark. 

"Ouch" she whimpered as she reactively slapped him reminding him she's a married woman. "You can't leave marks for my husband to see. He already thinks I'm fucking you." she scolded.

Brandi proudly showed me the hickey on her tit Dante' left when he got rambunctious. 




The Gym



"Sorry, but I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you, this is a dream come true" Dante' apologized. "You've got awesome tits, your husbands a lucky man." he said as he went back to sucking them.

"It's okay" she reassured him as she reached around and found his semi limp dick and began to play with it. Massaging his cock brought it back to life so he got up and sat Brandi onto the bench. 

Dante' stood in front of her offering his semi-erect cock to her by slapping it against her face several times. He cautiously rubbed it around her luscious lips in between slaps.

"Do you want me to suck you cock again?" Brandi teased.

"Oh God yes." Dante' practically begged. "That was the best blow job I've ever gotten. You sucked my cock like you actually liked doing it" I can't believe you let me cum in your mouth and you actually swallowed!"

"You're still young, the girls get better at it" Brandi joked as she took his cock into her mouth. As Brandi sucked his cock she let her hands lustfully wander over his muscular body exploring every chiseled inch of him. This got her good and horny. When he was good and hard again Brandi stopped blowing him and roughly grabbing his cock she quizzed demandingly "I thought you wanted to fuck me?" 

With that he unceremoniously pushed her down on the bench then forced one of her legs to the floor and raised the other onto his shoulder as he swiftly positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed his cock around her pussy lips getting it good and wet before he slammed his cock all the way into her with one swift stroke. 

Brandi let out a yelp of shock more than pleasure. Impressed with how easily he manhandled her into positioned Brandi joked between moans "I'm not the first woman you've fucked on a workout bench am I?"

"No, but you're the hottest" he replied as he began pounding into her like a guy who just got out of prison. As he fucked her he grunted, moaned and yelled like a wild animal. "Ergh, Ergh, oh God, I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you!" he shouted. "Your pussy feels so good. I can't believe I'm finally fucking you." He continued with his comments throughout the fucking like kids will do. He fucked her like he was in a race to cum all he cared about was his pleasure he wasn't concerned about Brandi's pleasure in the least. 

Hearing how he lusted after her and being just a fuck object strangely turned Brandi on. Brandi reached around and massaged his muscular tight ass pulling him in closer as he fucked her. Her big tits really flailed about matching each thrust as Dante' pounded the shit out of her. "Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, pound me with that cock, fuck me, thats it, yes, yes, yes, oh God yes" she moaned wantonly as he pounded into her over and over again. She said she hasn't been fucked like that since the back seat of a car in high school. The inexperience and exuberance of youth and all. 

With her encouragement he grabbed her hips as leverage and pounded into her even harder. He made crazy faces and was as vocal fucking her as he is lifting weights. So much so that even though she knew they were alone she was still worried someone would hear and come to see what all the racket was about. As he rammed his cock into her over and over again it didn't take long for Dante' to exploded inside her with another loud guttural scream. He collapsed on top of her as he finished cumming. Breathing heavily he just laid there on top of her.

Brandi could feel his dick shrinking inside her. She hadn't cum from the fucking which is unusual for her since she gets off on rough sex sometimes. She started squirming about trying to make herself cum but Dante' took that as a sign to get off her and jumped up. "Sorry." 

Pulling out of her with cum dripping from his dick Dante' stood over her looking at her naked body as it heaved from the workout. Mesmerized he reached down and pulled and squeezed her tits and nipples. "Goddamn that was the best fuck I've ever had. You're amazing. I gotta have you again." He said almost begging. "I still can't believe I finally fucked you. Shit, you're more amazing than I ever imagined. We gotta do this again." 

Brandi gets that a lot so smiling she sat up and told him "We'll see" as she cleaned his cock with one last lick before grabbing her stuff and dressing. 

He stood there in his naked muscular glory basking in his conquest as he watched her dress. Sensing her resistance to another fuck session he grabbed her g-string from her hands. "Souvenir" he said as he sniffed them before he offered to train her for free if she'd fuck him again.

When she was dressed she approached him and giving him a light kiss she told him this was a one time event because she felt sorry for him loosing his girlfriend. And, if he can't be professional about it she'd find another trainer.

He told her he still wanted to train her and who knows maybe one day she may change her mind and want to fuck him again. "It'll be torture seeing you and wanting to fuck you but I've been doing it for a long time now I'm sure I can handle it." he lamented. 

With that Brandi gently kissed him and left. At this point she was fucking the shit out of me really bouncing up and down on my cock. The combination of her story and her big tits bouncing about sent me over the edge. Me cumming sent her over the edge and we exploded together in a massive orgasm. 

She hugged me hard as we gasped for air. "God I love your big dick" she panted. 

"Dante's right you've got a great pussy" I panted. "But he's right you gotta fuck him again, because I gotta see it. That was a fantastic story and all but nothing beats seeing it live."

"Like I told Dante' it was a one time thing. It was a moment. He needed me so I helped him through a rough time." she teased squeezing my dick as she got up and headed for the shower.

I followed after her. "Please, I got see it for myself, I've never seen you take a pounding like you described." I begged. "I'll be beating off to that story for years."

"Jeez, you're as bad as him" she gasped. Grabbing my dick and looking directly in my eyes "Maybe, if you're a good boy I'll give you a treat one day and fuck him for you. If the moments right." she warned. "But I need a good trainer more than I need a fuck buddy with a little dick."

For the next two months I'd eagerly quiz her if she fucked Dante' when she'd come home from her workout.

One day she snapped "No" he got back together with his girlfriend and hasn't be as desperate to fuck me." she said almost sounding disappointed. "She must be fucking him good enough."

Sensing she wasn't thrilled with Dante lack of desire to fuck her "Okay, okay, I'll stop asking, jeez I thought it was just sexy foreplay, I'm sorry. I won't tease you anymore about it." I promised as I kissed her gently. 

I stopped teasing her and everything was great for the next month until I got a text from Brandi while she was working out late. Usually she texts me when she's on her way home but this one said "The moments right I'm gonna fuck Dante' get here now if you want to watch." She signed it with a kissy lip. 

I fell all over myself dressing and getting there. It was after hours when I arrived but the door was still unlocked. Quietly creeping in heard the unmistakable sound of a sex happening. If Brandi was doing Dante' she was right about the noise he makes. As I snuck up there stood a young guy I'm assuming was the host. He peered around a corner watching whatever was going on. When he saw me he put his finger to his mouth to make sure I was quiet then motioned me to come see.

There was Dante' standing naked in his muscular glory at the squat machine less than 75 feet from us holding onto the pull down bar as a still dressed Brandi sucked his cock. She bobbed up and down on his shaft as she squeezed his balls then she would suck his balls into her mouth as she jacked him off.

"Fucking bitch is an animal, she could suck the chrome off a bumper" the host whispered longingly. "Every bodies wanted to fuck her since she starting working out here."

"She is hot" I whispered.

Brandi grabbed Dante' by his ass with both hands for leverage and pulled his dick into her mouth as far as she could. He was completely shaven and didn't have any pubs but if he did they would have been tickling her nose. "Come on baby. Give it to me. Give me your cum" Brandi ordered before she shook her head violently when she had him completely engulfed in her mouth. 

This sent Dante' over the edge and grabbing her head with both hands letting out a loud guttural growl he exploded down her throat. He worked her head around on his cock until he was done cumming. When he finished he released his grip on her. "Fuck that was amazing!" he panted.

"No shit" the host mumbled.

Brandi tipped her head back and opened her mouth showing Dante' she had swallowed his load again.

"Goddamn, the bitch swallowed everything! I can barely get my girlfriend to blow me." The host whispered in admiration. "Porno chicks don't suck cock that good." 

"She knows what shes doing" I agreed.

"Come on baby lets see those big-o titties now." He almost begged.

Almost on cue Dante yanked Brandi to her feet like a rag doll and whipped her top over her head letting her beauties pop free.

Brandi had her back to us so all we could see was some side boob-age. 

"Oh yeah" the host moaned. "Now turn around so we can see those big ole fucking titties you're so proud of. Bitch struts around here in those skimpy workout tops that can barely contain them. Half the time her nipples are poking out. She does it on purpose, she knows she's driving all the guys crazy around here. Teasing bitch."

Dante' admired her tits longingly as he rubbed on them and tweaked her nipples. He'd slap them and chuckled at how they bounced. 

Brandi let out a little cute little yelp with each slap. 

After playing with them like a kid with a new toy he got a serious look on his face and squeezing them tightly he bent down and started sucking on her nipples. He rubbed her tight ass with his free hand as he sucked away on her tits. He'd go from one tit to the other sucking frantically on each one. He lowered his face to her pussy and started kissing her through her workout shorts before he grabbed them and roughly pulled them down making Brandi step out of them.

"Goddamn look at that ass on her! Man I'd tear that up." he lusted. 

Dante' spun Brandi around and hastily positioned her arms up onto the crossbar then he pushed her legs wide apart. He cupped her face and began kissing her. They made out for awhile before Dante' inserted a finger into Brandi's waiting pussy and began finger fucking her as they kissed. 

Brandi moaned loudly as she ground her pussy into his hand as he fingered her.

"Goddamn she's fucking his hand." the host said almost sounding angry.

After awhile Dante kissed his way down to her waiting pussy stopping long enough to suck a nipple into his mouth and pulling away stretching it as far as he could before Brandi let out a pained whimper. He released it with a loud pop. He locked his mouth onto her clit and clumsily licked her pussy all the while roughly working his finger in and out of her. 

Standing there spread eagle her arms stretched across the bar like she was tied up to some invisible restraining device her pink silver dollar sized nipples at full attention and big her tits heaving with each breath almost drove the host over the edge.

"Look at the fucking tits on that bitch! Her fucking nipples could put an eye out!" He proclaimed. "I knew they'd be pink. I had a bet on it. Have you ever seen anything like that?"

"Not outside a titty bar" I said.

"I can't believe that pencil dicked Dante gets to fuck that!" he bemoaned.

Dante' was now vigorously finger fucking Brandi as he sucked and flicked her clit with his tongue. Standing up but keeping his finger inside her pussy and his thumb on her clit he began kissing her neck driving Brandi nuts. He moved to her tits and sucked violently on each nipple.

"No marks!" Brandi half panted half moaned.

"I want him to know I'm fucking you, maybe he'll leave you and I can have you all to myself" he half threatened.

"He knows I'm fucking you." Brandi panted in a I hate to disappoint you tone. 

This didn't appear to have any effect on Dante as he pulled his finger out of her pussy and began to roughly rub the shit out of her clit. 

"Oh God, oh God, I'm cumming, ARGH!" she moaned as the combination of his assault on her clit and tits sent her over the edge. Her legs weakened she had to hold on to the bar to keep from falling as she screamed out in her orgasm. 

I think the host may have cum to because he let out a low moan. I couldn't blame him as I was rock hard too and indiscreetly rubbing myself through my pants. I think this was the hardest I've ever been watching Brandi get fucked. Maybe it was the roughness of Dante's assault or the added lustful commentary of the host.

As she stood there tits heaving and gasping Dante' feed his finger to her and she readily cleaned it up. As she sucked on his finger Dante quizzed her. "He doesn't care I'm fucking you?"

"I told him all about it. He's been begging me to fuck you again so he can hear all about it. He even suggested we should get together so both of you can fuck me at the same time." She boasted proudly.

"Goddamn, well lets give him something you can tell him then" he commanded as he pulled her towards the bench press. He laid down on the bench and pulling her head towards his cock he ordered her to get him hard again. 

Brandi readily obliged. Putting one knee on the bench and one foot on the floor she leaned down to suck Dante's cock. Her firm ass stuck high in the air and her big tits dangled freely as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

"Goddamn it, she blowing him again?" the host whimpered. "It's not fair. Man I'd like to go up behind her and stick my dick in that sweet pussy of hers. I wonder what she'd do? Horny little bitch I bet she'd love having two dicks at once." He proclaimed. 

"I'm bet she'd like it but I wouldn't if I were you. Dante' may not like the interruption and kick your ass" I warned.

He mulled it over a bit as he watched Brandi work her magic on Dante's cock. "It's be worth an ass kicking to get a piece of that." 

We could see Brandi's tits bounce and Dante's cock disappearing in and out of her mouth as she worked her magic on him. 

"This is better than any porno" the host moaned,

Dante pulled on her tits like he was milking a cow as she sucked away. Soon he was hard again so Brandi straddled him. With both feet on the floor facing the prone Dante and away from us she reached behind her and grabbed his cock. Guiding it into her waiting pussy she impaled herself on it. When she was completely impaled she began to grind into his cock as she stared down at the appreciative Dante'. Her squirms turned to bounces. 

Dante' reached up and played with her tits as she picked up her assault. 

Brandi began rapidly rubbing her clit. "Fuck, fuck, oh, ohhh fuuuuck" she almost shouted as she exploded in orgasm. Gasping she collapsed on top of Dante'. This gave us a great view of her sweet ass and pussy with Dante's cock stuffed in it.

"Damn, she cums like a machine" the host murmured. 

Dante rested for a bit letting her catch her breath before he started fucking her. He thrust his hips around as he started pumping his cock into her. With each thrust Brandi was lifted into the air.

Slowly Brandi came around and moaning with lust began riding his cock like a cowboy on a bull. She held on tightly as Dante' thrust into her. "Yes, yes, give it to me" she shouted.

"Goddamn, shes a fucking beast" the host said in disbelief.

Much to the chagrin of Dante' Brandi stood up letting his cock pop out of her. 

"Fuck, I was about it cum" he moaned.

"I know why do you think I stopped, I want to cum again before you do" she almost ordered. With that she shimmed up to Dante's mouth and lowered her pussy down to his lips. "If I don't cum again you don't cum" she teased. 

Dante' grabbing her ass with both hands ate her out with a vengeance as she squirmed around on his face. 

Brandi even helped him out by rubbing her clit as she urged him on. "That's it baby, suck that clit hard. Suck it, oh yeah suck it, thats it. Now fuck me with that tongue of yours, thats it stick it in my wet pussy. Oh yeaaaaaaaah, thats it, thats it. Now suck my clit into your mouth as hard as you can." she half begged half ordered. 

"She wouldn't have to tell me what to do, I know how to eat pussy." the host boasted.

Dante' sucked her clit into his mouth as hard as he could then shook his head around sending Brandi to another rousing orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes" she screamed as she came. I thought she was going to suffocate him the way she collapsed onto his face. Dante continued to gently lick her pussy with Brandi shivering with each flick. 

Brandi said knowing I might be watching made it that much more intense. She stood up and repositioned herself and now facing us she grabbed the cross bar with both hands as she lowered herself back onto Dante's waiting cock as he guided it back into her pussy. Grabbing the bar made her big tits jet out nicely as she slowly rode up and down on his cock. 

"Goddamn, look at those tits" the host said lustfully.

We had a perfect view of her luscious tits and sweet pussy as Dante's dick disappeared in and out of her. I could tell she was extremely pleased with the show she was putting on for me and I'm pretty sure she didn't know about the extra horny spectator. She was using the bar and her legs to help her stroke away on Dante's cock like some erotic squat routine. Her big tits bounced as she rode Dante's cock until he reached up and massaged them.. Hoping I was enjoying the show somewhere she indiscreetly looked around for me as she fucked away.

After a while Dante pushed her off of him. "I need to fuck the shit out of you" he exclaimed as he stood up grabbing Brandi he spun her around and forced her face down onto the bench. "You've been fucking me now its my turn." He held her face to the bench as he roughly positioned one of her legs on the bench and the other on the floor. Grabbing her ass and lifting it up before smacking it he ordered her to keep it in the air. He spanked her again for good measure as he stuck his cock into her.

Brandi let out a moan of half pain half pleasure when he spanked her. 

"You liked that huh?" Dante' assertively quizzed. 

"I deserve a spanking, I've been a very bad girl" she sexily moaned.

With that Dante spanked an appreciative Brandi again. 

She let out a moaning yelp when Dante' spanked her "I'm a married woman fucking my young stud trainer I think I deserve a harder spanking than that." she lustfully pleaded.

Dante really smacked her hard this time leaving a bright red hand mark on her firm ass. 

"Argh! Oh God, YES! I've been so naughty, spank me again" Brandi squealed with unbridled lust. 

Dante smacked her ass even harder the sound echoed through the room.

"Argh! I'm cumming again fuck me harder" Brandi begged.

"Fucking bitch is crazy" the host gasp.

Dante didn't need to be told twice he grabbed Brandi by her hips and roughly slammed into her waiting pussy. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the gym as he pounded her like a jackhammer bringing Brandi closer to the edge. Sensing she was about to come Dante trust hard into her as he smacked her ass again. 

Brandi being close to cumming met Dante's thrust with her own as she thrust back into his cock over and over again. 

When Dante smacked her ass one last time she exploded in another orgasm. She screamed out in ecstasy then exhausted and panting she lowered her head down to the bench. She told me later that his smacks felt like electrical pulses surging through her pussy.




The Gym



Sensing Brandi was about wore out, "I'm not done with you yet" Dante barked as he grabbed her hair and whipping her head off the bench he began riding her like a horse. He continued roughly pounding away into her. "I'm gonna give you something to tell you husband when you get home." he barked.

"I wonder if her husband knows what a horny slut he's married too" the host wondered.

I've never seen her take it so rough before but she was eating it up. With her head pulled back her tits really jetted out and bounced wildly with each thrust Dante pounded into her. If he had a big dick he would have been doing some damage. Still pulling on her hair like a horse's mane he grabbed a tit and squeezed as he fucked her like an animal. Letting go of her tit Dante' reached around and lubed up his finger on her dripping pussy before slipping his thumb into her exposed asshole. 

Brandi let out a panicked shriek as Dante' fucked her ass with his thumb. It didn't take her long to get used to this new assault and she began to enthusiastically howl. 

"Holy shit" the host said in amazement. "Shes a fucking beast." 

After fucking her like this for a minute Dante' screamed he was cumming. He pulled his dick out of her well fucked pussy then by her hair he shoved the weak Brandi to the floor ordering her to open her mouth as he pulled her head back. 

She readily obeyed sitting there her tits heaving with her mouth open like a baby bird waiting for his load as he beat him self off feverishly with his free hand. 

Soon Dante' was exploding all over her face and tits some even made it into her mouth. For the second load of the night it was pretty huge. 

She started to wipe the cum from her face but Dante' pushed her hand away and began wiping the cum off her with his dick. He'd slap her face with his dick until she'd open her mouth then inserting his cock she'd lick him clean. 

Brandi obediently cleaned the cum off his cock each time it was presented to her. 

Then he used his finger to get the last bit of cum off her tits before shoving the cum laden digit into her mouth for cleaning. Satisfied she was clean he ordered her to clean him up as he stuck his limp dick back into her mouth. 

She eagerly lapped him up. She was going to town so much on his cock I thought she'd get him hard again but he stopped her after awhile telling her he's got to get going his girlfriend was expecting him. "I hope she doesn't want to fuck cause you wore my ass out" he said.

With that I told the host we'd better get going before we were discovered. 

"You're right" he said as we headed towards the door. "Hey, what'd you come in for anyway?" he asked.

"Oh, I was picking up my wife" I said nonchalantly.

He stopped dead in his tracks as it dawned on him I meant Brandi. "That hot bitch is your wife?" he said in stammered in disbelief. "And you just let Dante fuck the shit out of her right in front of you? 

"Yep" I said smiling in his discomfort.

"Damn, your both crazy." he said. "Hey, I'm sorry if I offended you with my comments but I've never seen anything like that before, shes a fucking beast."

"Why do you think I let her fuck around, she wears my ass out. She's a hard girl to keep satisfied." I joked.

"Well, if you ever need help fucking her keep me in mind I'd like to get a taste of that myself." he almost begged. "I'm Brandon, just ask for me if you need me. You can call anytime"

"I'll keep you in mind, you're more her type than Dante so you never know. But one thing." I warned,

"If you tell anyone, and I mean anyone about this the deals off. She'll never fuck you if you blab this around. She likes to be indiscreet." 

"Hell, to get a taste of that they'd have to torture me first" he bragged.

We said good-bye and I headed home to wait for the exuberant Brandi who rushed in wearing only her unzipped sweat top which barely covered her shapely tits. She ran to me wrapped her arms around me and laid a big lip lock on me. 

I could taste Dante's cum in her mouth. "Enjoy the show sweetie?" she asked breathlessly.

"What show?" I teased . "And why are you naked, did you drive home like that?"

"I sent you a text I was gonna fuck Dante again. Didn't you get it? I wanted you to come watch." she asked disappointingly. "Too bad I fucked the shit out of him, I put on a really good show for you. Too bad you missed it."

"I saw it but I wasn't the only one, Brandon saw it too! And it was a hell of a show." I told her. 

"Brandon saw, shit now I can't go back there." she pouted.

"Oh you don't have anything to worry about, he'll keep his mouth shut as long as he thinks he has a chance to fuck you. You made quite an impression on him." I told her.

"Mmm, he is kinda cute." she mused. "And, he's always checking me out when he thinks I don't notice."

"Now, why are you naked" I asked again.

She explained that her ass was sore from the spanking and she could barely get her tight pants on without much pain. Dante goaded her into walking to her car naked. So she did. He walked her to her car and even though the parking lot is surrounded by bushes she said several cars honked as they drove by. When they got to her car Dante was feeling her up and and rubbing her sore ass before he spun her around and started making out with her again. After a bit she could tell he was hard again and he spun her back around and pushed her over the hood of her car. She thought he was gonna fuck her again. But before he could pull his shorts down Brandi asked about his girlfriend so he thought better of it. Before he left he smacked her ass once saying it was the best ass in town. "Make sure your old man knows how I fucked the shit out of you." he bragged as he left.

I spun her around to examine the hand print on her ass. It was really red and glowing. Grabbing her by the arm I pulled her towards the garage.

"Where we going?" she quizzed. "Aren't you gonna fuck me. I gotta have your big dick in me now?"

"I sensed some disappointment in your voice when you said he didn't fuck you over the hood of your car. So thats what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of that beat red ass of yours." I bragged.

She resisted at first but I told her now that I know how rough she likes it she can do it willingly or I was gonna smack her ass some more. Before she could say anything I spun her around and forced her face to the hood. I then I kicked her legs apart. Holding her face to the hood I positioned my hard cock at the base of her pussy and rammed it all the way in with one stroke. 

Brandi let out a passionate scream. 

"Hows that for rough?" I barked. "One thing about you fucking after Dante anything past five inches is fresh pussy." I teased. I let her face loose and grabbing her hips with both hands I pounded away furiously. 

Brandi moaned in unbridled lust.

I exploded after a minute of this. It could have been the deepest most powerful orgasm of my life. My knees buckled.

"Goddamn you really enjoyed the show didn't you?" Brandi boasted.

"You were fucking amazing, now make yourself cum for me." I said as I smacked her ass.

With that Brandi started squirming her ass around on my semi hard cock. Just looking down at that sweet ass moving around on my dick and remembering the show from earlier was enough to keep me hard long enough to make her cum. When she was done cumming I pushed her down and ordered her to clean me up.

Before she took my cock in her mouth she looked up at me with a devilish smile "You're picking up some bad habits from Dante'. But I like it."

We spent the weekend fucking and sucking reliving the Dante' session over and over again. 

She told me the reason she fucked Dante again was his girlfriend was jealous of her and wanted him to quit training her. She figured she give him something to consider before cutting her loose.

After that Dante' continued to try and fuck her again but she said the only way he'd fuck her again is if I was there. He readily agreed to that one. "I'll do anything to be able to fuck you again." he pleaded.

She even started teasing Brandon every time she saw him. She was driving him nuts. The next time she saw him she knowingly asked him if he's seen any good shows lately another time she seductively approached him when he was behind the counter. Leaning in revealing her cleavage to him she sexily said "I bet someone could give you a blow job behind that counter and no one could even tell. Would they?" 

Brandon turned beet red and just stammered. 

We've had our fuck dates with both Dante' and Brandon, not together but thats in the works. I'll let you know how it goes when it happens.

THE END



The Gym



It was two o'clock in the morning and my sleep was troubled. My dreams were clouded with distorted images, sexual tension that could not be relieved. For some reason my body was on fire and my mind floated restlessly in and out of a deep seated desire for the feel of a woman pressed against me. I finally gave up and decided the thing I needed was to exhaust my body, perhaps replacing the physical need for a woman with the fatigue that a good workout provides. Substituting one drug for another. 

I got my gym clothes on- tight athletic supporter, grey, loose fitting shorts, and matching tank top. Not the most alluring of clothing, but I was not going to the gym to look good. Physical release is what I craved. The snugness of the athletic supporter actually felt somewhat erotic, firmly caressing the hardness of my still engorged manhood against my lower belly. I must somehow get these thoughts out of my mind, I said to myself. 

I packed a clean set of clothing in my gym bag and set out. I was thankful that I chose to purchase a membership with a gym that stays open twenty-four-seven. 

Ten minutes later I arrive at the gym. I was amazed that there were actually two other people there, in addition to the attendant; a sleepy looking guy who was watching TV on a miniature set he had apparently brought from home and barely acknowledged my entrance to the place. The other person was a vague presence back in the corner. The only sign of their existence was the distant occasion clang of barbells against each other. 

I put my gear in the cubby and set out to find the treadmill that I like to use, in the approximate middle of the workout floor. The person in the corner of the gym appeared to be a woman, about thirty years old, just-below-the-should-length hair that was full of curls and shook in a mass as she went about her routine. She was apparently just getting started with her routine. I noticed her right away... medium height...thin build but with nice arms, strong shoulders and muscular legs. She glanced at me, barely acknowledging my presence and returned to her workout. I set the treadmill and went to work. 

I caught glimpses of her in the mirror in front of me, and noticed that every so often, she would pause between workouts and look in my direction. My blood pressure was rising steadily with the intensity of my walking as my brow grew damp and the signs of my exertion began to show in a darkening line down the back of my shirt. My shoulders began to glisten and my mind began to wander. Through my accelerated breath and quickening pulse our eyes met every now and again when I would look in her direction. The tension that had formed in my muscles during my restless sleeping began to transform from frustration to a blind anticipation... 

As I finished my work on the treadmill, I decided that I needed to move to the free-weights as well. She was beginning her chest workout on the incline bench and had difficulty in completing her first set, struggling with the last repetition. I moved over to the bench next to her where the dumbells are and selected the ones I needed to do my routine. 

I said to her "It looks like you were having a little trouble there... would you like a spot?" 

She replied "Sure... I could really use some help..." and smiled at me with a look that I only dared to think provocative. Up close she was stunning...a wonderful Italian face with deep blue eyes and ready smile with lips to make a man think of things he shouldn't. "just let me know when you are ready." I replied. " I am ready now." And she smiled that smile again. 

She readied herself, arms outspread and hands on the bar. My eyes went instinctively to her breasts, nipples noticeably erect. She noticed the path of my eyes but made no efforts to cover herself. I straddled her torso in order to more effectively assist her in the exercise. Now it was her turn...her eyes immediately were attracted to my shorts, lingering there and traveling up my torso to come eventually to rest in my eyes. I smiled sheepishly and said "You ready?" she nodded sharply in reply. 

She moved the bar smoothly up and down several times to four, and her breathing became more sharp. She began breathing coarsly through pursed lips, her eyes fixed straight ahead of her, directly even with the waistband of my shorts. I could feel the air escaping her lips, and it caused my manhood to grow... I could feel her rythmic breathing with each and every thrust upward of the bar. I was visibly hard now, and her gaze remained steady. Upon her last struggling attempt to push the bar upward, she looked up and into my eyes again. 

I helped her to return the bar to its rack, and she said "that was really hard." I replied "Yeah, it is. But it looks like you handled it pretty well." She just smiles and looked into my eyes again. 

"Well" I said "Time for me to hit the showers." 

"Hey thanks for the spot. I really appreciate it." she said 

"No," I replied "Thank you." and I turned and walked towards the mens' locker room. This certainly did not help the sexual tension that I had come here to escape, but I was not one to complain. After having retrieved my things from the cubby, I disrobed in the locker room, got my towel and went into the large tiled room that has six shower heads, three on each side wall. I unconsciously chose the one farthest from the doorway for privacy and turned on the hot water. 

The warmth of the water was wonderful after the workout. I was intensely aroused after the scene with the young lady on the bench press, so I was still erect. I began to soap my body thoroughly and used the soap to lubricate as I stroked the length of my penis, sending shivers of intense pleasure through my body as my fingers touched that special spot just under the head. I was savoring the sensations of this and the hot water running down my back, oblivious to everything. My eyes closed, I reached up to get more soap, and began running it through my hair, washing my face and chest, my back now turned to the door. 

As I was washing my body, in a sudden rush of sensation I felt one incredibly soft and talented hand form around the shaft of my penis, a body press against my back and a soft cooing voice say "hello there... don't turn around... just relax...". Her hand moved expertly up and down on me, touching me in just the perfect way, sending me quickly into ecstacy. I could feel her body pressing against my back, her workout clothes getting soaked in the process. Her hand continued its incredible ministrations, as her other hand began to massage my buttocks, allowing the soap to lubricate her movements, her fingers rubbing me in places that were bringing me close to the brink. Her hand moving faster and faster now, my mind reeling, my breath coming in short gasps, her fingers pausing every so slightly to massage the head of my erection. I began to moan, feeling the inevitability of my orgasm... her quickening her pace so perfectly, her other hand moving between my cheeks and pressing, pressing, pushing me into a teeth-numbing orgasm as my moans echo off of the tile walls, drowned out only by the sound of the steaming water as I come, my juices flowing freely into her hand and onto my belly. 

She stands quietly behind me, still with my hardness in her hand, gently caressing me. I reach behind and feel her, pull her closer to me, allowing the hot water to wash the stickiness from my torso. 

I turn and face her. Without speaking, I pull her top off and hang it on the nob of the shower controls. I remove her bra, allowing the fleshy mounds of her breast freedom. I kneel before her and pull her shorts down to her ankles, then her panties. She is now as naked as I. I guide her so that the stream of the shower engulfs her, rinsing the sweat from her hair, her face, her body. Removing any trace of makeup and straightening her curly hair into a long trail running down between her shouldblades. Now from the back, get soap on my hands and begin to lather her body, beginning with her shoulders, her ribs, her lower back and her tummy. My hand glide smoothly over her skin, lubricated by the soap and the hot water. My hands move under her arms, massaging her muscles and move to her breasts. Her body feels incredible under my touch, cupping her breasts and massaging her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, sending shivers up her back causing her to press back against me. 

I now turn off the shower and move her to the sauna that is connected to the men's locker room. We have the entire place to ourselves, but the attendant could come in at any time, so there is some risk of getting caught. This fact only serves to intensify the electricity between us. I bring along a towel and we enter the sauna. The blast of 200 degree air as we close the door makes both our skin tingle and come alive. We feel every nerve ending, every synapse in our brains firing at maximum capacity. 

I spread the towel over the upper bench and she sits, facing me, legs spread slightly. I look at her and take her in, my eyes roving over every inch of her. Her dark, erect nipples, her knees and beyond the darkness of her womanhood. I kneel on the lower bench in front of her, between her knees and gently part them. "It's my turn now." I say, as I move myself towards her and she leans back, her head and upper back supported by the smooth wood wall. The wood is hot beneath me and my hands burn when I support myself, but this increases the sensuality of the moment somehow. I begin to kiss her upper thigh and trace my way down to her calf, tasting the water from the shower, already beginning to turn to sweat. 

She takes my head in her hands, and pulls me towards her. We kiss now for the first time, our mouths meeting and tongues eagerly search for one another, tasting the other in an electric sensation. My mouth moves downward now, to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. She is becoming more aroused now, moaning lightly and pushing gently down on my shoulders, pushing me to where she wants me to go. My mouth finds the outer curve of her breast, biting lightly, making a trail of nibbles, following a circular pattern and eventually centering on her nipple. I suck harder as she moans her approval. My hands now supported on each side of her hip, my mouth finding her tummy, her bellybutton, pausing there to lick the growing sweat. My mouth moving southward now to the line of her pubic hair, kissing and leaving wet trails on the skin of her lower belly, the bone of her hip, moving ever downward. 

I repositioned myself so that I could access her more completely, kneeling in front of her, her thighs on my shoulders, my hands on her waist. I bend her legs upward so that they are almost touching her breasts. I lick the insides and undersides of her thighs, moving in slow circles, taking time to make sure that every inch is covered in nibbles, kisses, licks both light and full. My tongue moves in long movements from her nether regions to the center of her bliss, a moan escaping her lips with each pass of my tongue. He ankles come together on the center of my back as she pulls my mouth deeper into her with both her hands on my head and her feet. Her breath quickens, and I can taste the flow of her juices on my tongue, the smell sending me into an intoxication that only this experience can provide. He belly begins to quiver and her legs move inward and outward, her hand moves to her own hair. I look up to see her head turned slightly, lips parted, eyes closed, she whispers a moan "oooohhh... I am coming...please lick me deeper, oh please don't stop... I...am...coming..." and with this her hips buck forward against my mouth and I concentrate on licking her clit rapidly with the tip of my tongue and she lets one a last, low moan, trying in vain to stifle her echoing moans... 

She pulls me up to her and kisses me deeply, greedily tasting her juices on my lips, licking my mouth like a popsicle. We look intensely into each others eyes, and I take her hand. We stand together and wrap our arms around each other. The sensation of her breasts against my chest and my hardness pressed against the firm softness of her belly in heady. 

We kiss again, feeling as though every square inch of our flesh is touching the other. She turns and kneels on the bench, the heat now taking its toll on us. I am beginning to feel dizzy with the heat, but not wanting to stop, savoring the sensation again. She bends, placing her hands on the upper bench in front of her and thrusts her beautiful rear end towards me. "Now. Take me NOW." I place a hand on each of her buttock, and kiss her, licking full from her glistening outer lips to the dark crevice of her nether region, sending shivers through her and eliciting a loud moan. 

"NOW, I said NOW!" 

Not one to deny a woman her pleasure, I move my self behind her. I rub the head of my engorged hardness over her rearend, pushing slightly, then sliding downward to her waiting wetness. Pushing forward only an inch, and moving back out. Pushing in again another, then pulling to out nearly to the point of withdrawal, but not quite. She pushes hard back against me, sliding against the entire length of me, and we both moan in deep satisfaction. We begin to move together in unison, her thrusts meeting mine. She raises her body even with mine, reaching over her shoulder to pull my mouth to her neck. I find the hard muscle of her neck, biting lightly. I then find her earlobe, and gently nibble there, still moving in rhythm with her backward thrusts. She leans down again, now quickening her movements in earnest. 

A long gutteral moan escapes her lips her body begins to shake again, pushing backward again with a force that nearly causes me to ball backward. I have her hips firmly in my hands now and push myself forcefully into her. Our pace quickens to a frenzy. My head spins with the heat of the sauna and my eyes begin to dim as I feel the rush and inevitable pulsing of my cock in side of her. Her voice raises now, and our bodies become a hot, wet blur of simultaneous movement. My body is out of my control now, as hers has become out of her control. I push myself deeply inside of her and feel her contract around me. My mind bursts into a thousand colors of light as I empty my come deep inside her womb and she lets out a stifled scream as she comes at the same time. 

As I stand there, still inside her, holding onto her, I wonder if I am going to lose consciousness. She contracts around me again and the sensation is incredible, causing the momentary blackness to recede. I pull out of her causing another low gutteral moan. 

We pull apart and look at each other again. We both say, simultaneously "I am SO thirsty!" and we laugh together.



The Gym



"I am so foolish" she thought to herself as she attempted to navigate the parking lot of the packed gym. She had been taken in by the slick sales pitch and a certain amount of self loathing that made her a prime target for people selling gym memberships. But she figured that since she had already paid for it she should probably use it.

She had considered all of this as she was laying in bed that morning and, as she often did, she made the split decision to go to the class she had seen on the schedule the previous day. So, here she was, 7 o'clock am on a Saturday morning when she really would have preferred to be just about anywhere else but where she was. She looked down at herself and felt more than her portion of regret about her outfit. As she was... how shall we say... "well endowed" she was not sure that her choice of skimpy blue shorts and a black tank top was the best option for a workout. She hoped that there was not a great amount of jumping as she was at high risk of knocking someone out with her tits, possibly even herself... She was wearing a black sports bra but it could only do so much when you had tits as big as hers.

She finally found a parking spot and grabbed her towel and her water bottle and headed inside. She was informed, by an annoyingly petite and finely toned receptionist, that the class was located on the enclosed roof of the gym. She grumbled to herself and opted to take the stairs up the three flights to the roof.

Bound and determined to do things right she took a spot at the front of the group. Though she was painfully aware of how out of place she was, as most of the other people in the class looked like finely tuned athletes, and even more annoying, seemed to all know each other, as they all made chit chat while they waited for the teacher to appear. She gulped a bit when she saw the teacher, and some of her blood flow was directed to parts of her body a little lower than her brain. A chiseled and tattooed slab of dark muscle entered the enclosed area and headed to the front of the class, blowing a whistle to call the class to attention.

The class was grueling. After a running, jumping (at which point she flashed a good half of the class when one of her breasts decided to escape and make an appearance) and a good amount of pushups the class concluded. She was drenched in sweat and hurt in places she wasn't even sure had muscle before that day. She gathered up her stuff and was preparing to leave when a voice caught her.

"Hey" he said, she turned and realized that she was being addressed by the teacher. She was mortified because he was one of the people who had gotten flashed by her run away breast earlier and she was so attracted to him that she didn't want him to see her sweaty and gross.

"You are new here." he said, it was a statement not a question. She wasn't quite sure how to respond so she went with the classic.

"Yea..." she said. She stunned herself with the brilliance of her reply.

She became aware of the fact that he was unabashedly staring at the ample amount of cleavage that showed in her skimpy outfit. She blushed, first in anger and then in embarrassment. She was used to men staring at her chest, you don't have breasts her size without getting looks, but she wasn't used to anyone being so bold.

"Excuse me, my eyes are up here!" she said, allowing the full force of her annoyance to manifest in her voice.

"But I am not interested in your eyes." he said "I am interested in your breasts"

She was dumbfounded, she wasn't sure what she had expected but that wasn't it. She blushed again, but this time in embarrassment with a helping of lust on the side. She had noticed him watching her throughout the class, even before she had flashed him, but she had assumed she was doing something wrong. It had been a long time since the last time she had been fucked, and she could see his cock pressing against the material of his gym shorts, and her pussy ached to be used. While she was sure that he was not a paragon of wit, the subtle battle of words they had just engaged in proved that amply, he clearly had a big cock and that was really what she was interested in at the moment.

"Would you like a better look then?" she said. She tried to throw as much mystique and seduction as she could into her voice but she wasn't really sure how well she did. Though to be fair few men care what your tone of voice is conveying when you offer to let them see your tits.

He raised an eyebrow as though surprised by the sudden change in the direction this conversation was taking, but made no objection when she pulled the top of her outfit down, exposing an ample expanse of pale white flesh to the open air of the gym's roof. The last members of the class had already filtered out of the space leaving the two of them alone on the relatively secluded roof top.

He closed the distance between them in the space of a heart beat, his oversized hands closing on her exposed flesh. She gasped silently at the feel of his rough, calloused hands on her tender flesh, her body thrilling at the strange new touch. She took one of his hands and guided it between her legs, revealing the fact that there was nothing beneath her skimpy gym shorts. He growled in desire as his fingers brushed against the lips of her pussy. Eliciting another silent gasp from her as his touch sent electric shivers through her body.

She moved to a nearby bench, dropping her shorts on the way and looking over her shoulder at him in an inviting way. He followed her like a dog on a leash, obediently coming in her wake. She could feel his eyes on her bare ass as she walked and thrilled at the control she appeared to have over him. She reclined on the bench, spreading her legs and he obediently knelt between them. She moaned as his tongue penetrated her, sliding inside her pussy. She was careful to keep her pussy cleanly shaven with the exception of a small patch of hair directly above, even though she had not had sex in so long. She loved having her pussy eaten, and though they had just finished an intense workout class he devoured her with the gusto one might expect from a condemned prisoner. She moaned again, this time with more abandon, her cries echoing her passion off the cement walls of the enclosed courtyard. Clearly making up for his lack of wit or charm with pure skill he quickly brought her to a screaming orgasm with nothing but his tongue. He played her pussy like a master musician on his instrument. In no time flat she was reduced to a quivering mass of flesh, her control of her body collapsing as he worked on her.

She was barely aware of what was happening as he lifted her bodily from the bench, leaning her against the fence that overlooked the parking lot below, and lifted one leg above her head (thank god she had stretched in class...). His cock slammed into her pussy, her body stretched and exposed under his touch. She bit her lip to quiet herself as a cry nearly escaped her lips, betraying their embrace to the throngs of people below. She felt his balls slap against her cunt as each thrust shook her body, nearly lifting her from the ground. At some point he had shed the clothes that he had been wearing and she felt the thick ridges of his muscle pressing against her back as he pulled her against him. One of his arms slipped around her neck, pulling her body tighter against his as he thrust inside of her. Her ample breasts shook and swayed from the force of the assault on her pussy and she quickly came again, nearly collapsing to the ground as her legs gave out, but that his embrace kept her upright. His assault continued unabated, giving her no time to recuperate from her orgasm before the next was nearly upon her. His cock stretched and probed her pussy in a way that she had never experienced before, her last boyfriend had been so woefully unimpressive in the bedroom and never would have fucked her like this, let alone fucked her at all in a public place. The thought that she could be caught at any moment, either by one of the people below, or from someone entering from behind them, added an extra layer to her desire.

As his thrusts slowed momentarily she took her chance to rest her legs, which were quite honestly still very sore from the class, and escaped from his clutches. She resumed her position on the bench, again spreading her legs as she had before, this time to invite his cock to return to her hole. He obliged her and knelt between her legs, taking a moment to line up his cock, which seemed to her to stretch into eternity, before again slamming himself inside of her. She moaned again as he filled her tight, wet hole.

She was starting to question how much more of his abuse she could take when he announced that he was going to cum. At first she was terrified that he was going to cum inside of her, as in their haste they had not used protection and she had long ago neglected her birth control when her drought had started, but he ripped his cock from her tired cunt and sprayed her exposed tits with his cum. She gasped in surprise and delight as the wave of molten cum exploded onto her breasts.

Without saying another word he gathered up his stuff, getting dressed with the same speed and efficiency that he had disrobed with, and left her panting and exhausted on the bench, his cum still staining her tits. She marveled at the complete lack of regard for her, as though she were simply a hole to be used and discarded, but part of her wanted so badly to be used. As she cleaned herself up and got ready to leave she realized that she was already planning to be in class again next week...