0 comments/ 9334 views/ 0 favorites The Personal Trainer By: oursexymarriage Here is a letter that I wrote to my wife some time ago. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we do and remember this is my first submission so please be gentle!! Hi L Here's a story that I wrote just as we were leaving London at the end or the 90's. I remember that you seemed to like reading it... especially when you read it as I fucked you slowly from behind! You told me that you wished it had happened, what do you think now? Here it goes... .... I don't know how to start this one so I'll just start, it might seem a bit abrupt but just go with it! Over the months that I was personal training in Golders Green I got to know Paul quite well and he got to know me. We used to talk about loads of things, including you and his girlfriend. Much of it was polite banter but he did make the occasional comment about your fantastic bum or firm tits. I found this to be quite a shock at first but we always seemed to laugh it off. I used to think about this loads, often wondering if I should tell you. I guess I didn't because I didn't know how you would react. Anyhow, this all came to a head when I went out with Paul for few beers before moving back to Scotland. We were playing pool and had had a few when the conversation changed. I can't remember how it turned to sex but he was telling me how at college he and his flat mates used to share a few girls between them. There was ten guys in his house and they used to fuck four girls all the time - sometimes individually, sometimes in small groups. He even said that one night they all fucked one girl! He said that she loved it although he didn't join in and just enjoyed watching from the side lines. I must have looked shocked and he asked me if I'd ever done anything like that before. I didn't comment and just laughed it off and asked him if he had indulged since college and if they all still keep in touch, maybe get together now and again. He replied that he had shared his girlfriend with 2 of his old college friends at a recent wedding they had been to. He said it was the first time that she had tried it, and loved it. Paul told me that it all started when his two friends were trying to guess whether she was wearing tights or stockings under her dress (that old chestnut). At the end of the night, slightly worse for wear and on their way back to their hotel rooms one of them asked about her stockings again to which Paul's girlfriend replied "why don't you come in and find out?" Paul said that he was stunned but just went with the flow, and flow they did apparently! In case you were wondering, she was wearing stockings much to their pleasure. He didn't go into to much detail about what went on but I don't think they got much sleep that night. At this point I blurted out about Australia. About how you wanked my friend as I fucked you from behind. I told him how I thought you had enjoyed it even though we felt a little guilty the next day. Paul just said "...he's a lucky man...." Fishing for more (I think) I asked "why?". "To have fucked your girlfriend" was his reply. I explained that he hadn't fucked you but how I thought that you had wanted him to by the way you kept turning your back to him and rubbing his cock against your bum. "What a fool!" Paul said.... it went silent for a while, we played some more pool and the conversation shifted onto other things. As we were leaving, I knew the chances of seeing Paul again when we moved to Scotland were slim, so I asked him if he would like to fuck you because if he did I could try and fix it up! It was his turn to be surprised but he said that he would love to and that I should give him a call to make arrangements. I never did...... Was that silly of me? Should I have arranged for my personal trainer to come around and fuck you while you sucked my cock? Would you have enjoyed that? Would you have wanted me to ask you or just to have gone ahead and surprised you? So many questions, so many fantasies have been buzzing around my head based on this. Fantasies like: You being fucked by Paul at one of the infamous gym parties over one of the machines in the upper gym. I am watching you from behind another machine. To my surprise you are both startled by someone else who walks over to you and joins in. Its Sean (one of the guys from our boot camp class) and he fucks your mouth while Paul takes care of your cunt. What an amazing sight.... I also fantasize about how Paul would visit you in our flat in London after I had moved up to Scotland to find our new house. You would talk to me on the phone as he fucked you from behind, describing everything to me in explicit detail... Or, how he and his girlfriend visited us for dinner one night and.... that one needs a page in its own right though!! The Personal Trainer So the best way to tell this story is be doing it in timeline form. First, I will give some details. I'm a 36 year old white guy living in Atlanta. Former college athlete that played soccer in college. Reasonably successful, having great family and friends. Just over three years ago I met a wonderful woman. We've been together ever since. Like a lot of relationships, once you get comfortable you sometimes let things go a bit. For me, I got complacent about working out, etc. My girlfriend and I were workout partners before we started dating. She kept her body up. I didn't my body go completely. However, the six pack abs and tone were no longer there. I gained about 25 pounds as well. On a frame that was normally 5'10 and about 175, to go up to 200 without any working out doesn't look very good. My girlfriend started quietly complaining and then became persistent. After a couple of months, I was prodded to get a personal trainer. I decided to scout out a few people at my old gym in Vinings. There were a few that were known to me. I preferred a woman, but the girlfriend put the veto out on that. I asked a few people that I trust on their opinion of who the best was for training to get back to physique I once had. After gathering all the info I could (if you can't tell I can be pretty deliberate about things), all signs pointed to Travis at the gym. I've met Travis a couple of times. He's a friendly guy. He wasn't built like a football player. More like a skilled sprinter type. Very similar build to say Tyson Gay or how Donovan Bailey is built. He was recommended as the best for "body sculpting". I decided to start working with him. Now Travis is a guys guy. Loves College Football like I do. Actually played football at my alma mater's rival as a defensive back. Was about 6'1 and about 190 pounds. He was like most of the meatheads in the gym. Never wore skin tight under armor work out clothes or anything like that. I guess he came across as a bit conservative. All of Travis' clientele other than I were women. White, black or Asian, you could tell that every single one was attracted to him. Not only because of his looks and body, but also because Travis had a way of teaching and speaking that put everyone at ease. We began working out daily at 6pm. I set it up for 5 days a week with an optional day on the weekends if it worked out. Travis was clear that the only way I would get back to where I was previously was to incorporate a better diet as well. I began that in earnest too. The workout consisted of cardio, intermediate weight training and augmented class style training. Travis was consummate professional who knew everything about the human body. I learned after a few weeks that he was a Registered Nurse. This helped explain why he literally knew things that other PTs in the gym didn't. Working out with Travis was always fun because the topics were always stuff I loved talking about. Football, taxes, and the boobs on the hot chick on the treadmill. I can still look can't I? Well, as our PT work continued to progress, I started seeing real results. Thinking that Travis might begin to lighten up on some of the work, instead he got tougher. He pushed even harder each session. That was in nearly every recommendation I got about Travis. He genuinely cared about providing the highest level of support, training, etc to his clients. Meanwhile, the women kept on lining up to work with him. I asked Travis if he'd ever partaken. He replied, "Man, I've been tempted, but my old lady will kill me". I thought that was very professional. Claire, my girlfriend, noticed that I talked about Travis a lot. She said she thought I had a man crush on him and thought it was cute. She was genuinely happy that I was almost back to my old form though. Our sex life had never been better. So you get the picture so far. Well, just before Thanksgiving, we decided to have a party at our condo that we shared. Claire suggested that I invite Travis. I thought it was a good idea. Claire had many, single attractive friends and I thought I could get Travis hooked up pretty easily since he said he had recently become single. The party was on a Saturday night. We invited over 40 friends. Brought in catering, some liquor, wine and beer. I knew early on, it was going to be a bit crazy. Claire was drunk by 7pm when barely 15 had arrived. Travis didn't show up until 9pm. As expected, he was surrounded by Claire's friends. He was dressed in dress pants, a shirt and a tie. It was casual, but I guess he wanted to impress. The party continued on until after midnight. Claire was a mess and most people had left. Still, there were 5 or 6 of us still going. The one drawback with Claire is that she's a messy drunk. She gets argumentative when she's that way. On that cue, all but Claire, her friend Marcy, Travis and I were left. Marcy was obviously hanging around in hopes that Travis would make the move. She was sauced as well and was making it obvious. However, after another hour, she couldn't stay awake. Claire walked her upstairs to the guest bedroom. After 20 minutes, I was wondering where Claire was. I went upstairs and found Claire passed out naked on the bed. I quietly tucked her in. I don't even think she stirred. I went back downstairs and Travis was cleaning up and washing dishes. I protested, but he insisted. We started cleaning up the condo. I noticed that Travis had taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a bit. It was the first time, I had actually caught myself noticing something like that. I shrugged it off and kept cleaning. It's amazing the mess that nearly 40 people can make. Throughout the cleaning, we kept on brushing up against each other. It all seemed innocent, but I felt a slight charge run through me each time. I began washing dishes again while Travis ferried dishes over. He then began drying them. Brushing up against me again. We were having our normal conversations like we would during PT sessions. He walked away for a minute. When he came back, he put his hand on my shoulder. I ignored it because I felt the same charge again. He let it linger and began massaging my shoulder. He asked me if I was still having the same shoulder issue from a few weeks prior. I told him no, but he kept massaging. He then began massaging with both hands. I couldn't understand what was going on. You see, I've never so much as looked at another man before. I have always been the guy cracking gay jokes or making it obvious that my preference was women. However, I was feeling something. Travis stepped away again. When I turned around, he was just looking at me. He said, "Your body has really improved. We've got more to do though". At that moment, I looked down and noticed his hard on. It was impossible not to notice beneath his dress pants. He then said slowly, "I don't want to alarm you. I never been attracted to a man before, but for some reason, I have been to you since I began training you. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable. If it does, you will never hear of it again and I can stop being your personal trainer". At first, I was shocked to hear it. Then the wine haze let it soak in. I also think that liquid courage is what caused me to do what I did next. I immediately grabbed his hand and led him into the living room. I don't know what was causing me to do what I was doing, but I had to satisfy it. I began unbuttoning his shirt. I was having trouble with it. Travis couldn't wait and literally ripped it off. I will tell you, that his body is perfection. Just perfectly toned. Not a six pack, but an eight pack. Beautifully chiseled, rock hard muscle. I was practically salivating. We began kissing. At first gingerly, but then with animalistic passion. I backed away and began unbuttoning his pants. I had never even thought about it in my life before. However, I had to see his cock. I had to hold it in my hands. I had to kiss it. I had to bring him pleasure. He then pushed me back. He finished taking off his pants and boxers. As he slipped his boxers off, he had his back to me. His skin is a perfect, very dark, almost coffee color. Yet again, his body is perfection. No wonder so many women swoon over him. When he turned around, I gasped. I am not small with a cock that is nearly 8 inches. What was standing out in front of Travis dwarfed my cock. I couldn't help it. My mind was racing. I just kept thinking it was the most beautiful cock there could possibly be. I immediately moved towards Travis and pushed him down on the floor. He was trying to take my clothes off, but I told him no. I'd never sucked a cock before, but I was certainly going to try. I took his cock in my hands. It was so warm and hard to the touch. It was practically throbbing. It had a huge vein running the entire length of it that was as big around as a large ink pen. Just a glorious specimen of meat attached to a true specimen of a man. I immediately kissed the head which got me a slight moan from Travis. I then began kissing the entire length. Holding the cock in one hand while resting my other hand on his stomach. Jesus, that was rock hard too. I was sure my inexperience in all things cock was showing through, but Travis made no noise of disapproval. I then took Travis into my mouth. I had no idea I could open my mouth that wide. I began to gently suck as best I could. I'm a huge fan of deepthroat porn when I watch it and Claire can deepthroat me so I decided to try that. I could barely get a third of his cock into my mouth. I did realize that I have no gag reflex though. I kept sucking slowly. Alternating from just sucking, to licking the full length, to occasionally trying to deepthroat his cock. Apparently, I was doing a good job because Travis was leaning back on his elbows just staring at me and occasionally moaning. Travis moaned, "This feels so good. I've never been so turned on. Attack it". I took that as a signal that he wanted me be more aggressive. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the head for a few seconds. Teasing it a bit. He leaned his head back and growled, "Attackkkkk it!" I then slammed back down on his cock as far as I could go. I felt his head pop through my throat and I kept going. I started to feel what felt like a choking sensation, but heard him say "Oh my god". I kept trying to go further. I had my eyes closed for some reason. Feeling the girth stretch my throat a bit was actually an amazing feeling. I opened my eyes just as my nose pressed into his base. I pulled back off to hear him gasp, "Yessss. Keep going". I then began sucking in earnest. Alternating again, but doing things more quickly, agressively. I don't know how it is to deepthroat for everyone, but I do know it got easier each time I went down. Taking down what had to be a nearly 10 to 11 inch cock to the balls actually gave me sense of accomplishment in my wine haze. I kept working his beautiful cock. I started to notice when I did one thing as I pulled off from deepthroating him, that he would tense up. I was swirling my tongue as I was pulling off each time and he would literally tense up and gasp. I decided that I needed taste him. NOW!!! I began going down just a couple of inches and repeated swirling my tongue on the downward and upward strokes. Travis was beginning to tense and twitch with nearly every stroke that my mouth was providing. I also began to feel his cock twitch in my mouth and hand some. I kept going. Determined to taste him and hopefully swallow every drop. Travis then began growling, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm cumming man. I cumming!" I looked up and he had a look of pure lust/pleasure. I then felt his cock twitch to a totally rigid point. Then I felt his body shudder and him moan as gobs of his cum begin to fill my mouth. I didn't stop what I was doing. I savored all of it. He came so much that I couldn't get it all. It was leaking out the sides of my mouth down the sides of his shaft. I tried to swallow everything he gave me. I couldn't though. I know for a fact I could never cum that much. I stayed on his cock for a good minute or two making sure I got everything I could. I then pulled off, not noticing that Travis was fully lying down now. I then gently licked the remaining cum off of Travis' cock and balls. We sat there quietly for a few minutes. Not saying a word. His black cock still nearly rock hard resting on his stomach. I was still marveling at his body. He then said, "Did we really just do that? We had to of because I haven't had a thing to drink tonight". I simply told him yes and that I didn't regret it. We sat there for another half hour just staring at each other and the ceiling. Hearing the bathroom door shut upstairs jarred us out of our state of disbelief and bliss. Travis quickly gathered his clothes. It was unspoken, but he nodded and quickly left. I didn't hear from Travis on Sunday and he wasn't at the gym that following Monday. I emailed him on Tuesday to see if he was going to be there. He politely replied that he needed to talk to me before we continued. We met for coffee after work. He said that he could not continue in good faith training me without thinking about doing it again. I let him know that I still needed to train and if and when the moment struck, we would take care of it. I wasn't actively trying to cheat on Claire with another man. I haven't even so much as looked at another man since that moment either. However, I had an insatiable need to give Travis pleasure. Our "sessions" outside of the gym continued for nearly a year until Travis finally got another girlfriend. To this day, Claire never had a clue and neither did anyone else. Those moments were something amazing to me. I never let Travis do anything to me. However, taking care of that beautiful, perfect, glistening cock as often as I could was truly satisfying to me. I do not think I'll ever be with another man. I truly believe this was an isolated thing. I hope you enjoyed this story from me. It is 100% true other than the names involved being changed. This happened in 2010 and I still dream about Travis' cock. It was purely beautiful and so was he. The End. The Personal Trainer My first submission so I welcome any feedback... * I had been a member of my local gym for a few months though I rarely attended, being blessed with a lean figure and fast metabolism I only needed the odd session each month to keep toned. As I set the treadmill for a 5k run my mind began to wander, debating whether or not to go out Saturday night, if I should dye my natural blonde hair a dark mahogany brown and trying to remember what time my nail appointment was tomorrow. Suddenly the treadmill stopped, I grabbed the hand rails to stop myself from falling and desperately looked round for help. One of the new personal trainers caught my eye and strolled over to my treadmill. He was a few inches taller than my 5ft 4, short brown hair and gorgeous deep brown eyes. I smiled apologetically and gestured to the treadmill console, "I have no idea what happened." He chuckled and said, "No problem, just needs resetting." He leaned over and as he reached across me to hit some buttons on the panel his forearm brushed against my breasts. Because I was only wearing a thin sports bra my overly sensitive nipples reacted instantly. I was sure he saw my cheeks blush red but the treadmill restarted at a slow walking pace so I mumbled a thank you as he returned to his spot by the water cooler. I tried to focus on my running but couldn't help my eyes from darting toward him every few minutes. He seemed to be keeping an eye on me too - was he watching my breasts bounce as I ran? Was he aware he had brushed against them? Had he done it on purpose? Sooner than I would have thought possible my treadmill programme ended, feeling distracted and self conscious I decided that would do for the day and headed to the female changing room. The changing room was empty; fairly typical for a Wednesday afternoon as most people are working. I grabbed my towel, shampoo and shower gel then headed over to my favourite shower cubicle, the largest one in the far left corner. I locked the cubicle door behind me and turned the shower on to warm up while I undressed - this is exactly why I always use this cubicle, plenty of room to undress and leave my clothes in the corner away from the shower spray. I threw my towel over the door and placed my shampoo and shower gel on the floor. I peeled off my gym clothes and quickly stripped out of my underwear leaving it all in a pile and stepped under the hot shower. As the hot water massaged my back I looked down at my full DD cup breasts - had that cute personal trainer really been watching me? The thought was enough to make my nipples stiffen as the water from the shower ran over them. Alone in the shower I let my imagination run wild, thinking of his muscle bound arms, how they would feel as he held me close to him, his hands running all over my naked flesh. Forgetting my surroundings I let my own hand slide down my body until it reached the small triangle of my blonde pubic hair. I moaned softly as I slid two fingers inside my wet pussy, sliding them back and forth as I thought of those brown eyes watching me. BANG BANG BANG! The sound of a fist knocking on the cubicle door made my eyes fly wide open in alarm. I froze, unsure how to react, what to say or do. "I know you're in there, you're the only woman in the changing room this afternoon," it was him! "And I can hear the shower running so just open the door." Shaking, I managed to regain enough composure to stumble over to the door. I unlocked it and opened it a crack, poking my head around while keeping my naked body behind it. "Sorry, but none of the showers seem to be working except this one, some problem with the pressure or something, and since my shift has finished I kinda wanted a wash," he said. I stared into his eyes, conscious of my barely concealed naked body. I stuttered, "Just give me a second and it's all yours." He smiled a cheeky grin and raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, I don't mind sharing." He nudged the door wider and slipped into the cubicle. I automatically closed the door and relocked it, my mind was in overdrive, what the hell was he doing? I stood absolutely still, my back to him, the front of my wet body pressed hard against the door, unwillingly and slightly afraid to turn around. I could feel his eyes all over my body, moving up and down, raking over my naked ass. I'm not sure how long I stood there, wondering why he had done this, trying to stabilise my breathing and decide what to do. I had pretty much decided to open the door and sneak out when I heard him laugh quietly then say, "Can I borrow your shower gel?" I turned around then and suddenly it was my turn to look. During my silent deliberations he had undressed and was now stood under the shower facing the wall. I took in his tattooed toned back, strong legs and tight ass. He looked over his shoulder, directly at me "Shower gel?" he repeated. Unable to speak I mutely nodded at the bottle on the floor between us. "Think you can hand me it?" he said, turning back to face the wall. I forced my legs to move towards the bottle then stooped to collect it. This time he definitely meant it as his hand squeezed my right butt cheek. I stood bolt upright, he took the bottle from my hand and used his other hand to pull me under the shower spray. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his tanned, sculpted body - his smooth chest, massive arms and his semi-hard dick between us. He opened the bottle and let the shower gel drip over my breasts and hard nipples. I felt a warmth spread in the bottom of my stomach, a reminder of my interrupted play time. "They felt pretty good through your clothes, I bet they are amazing without," he said. He moved both of his hands to cover my breasts and squeezed them hard. His fingers slid over my nipples as he continued to grope me, slippery from the water and shower gel. My breathing became heavy as he moved his lips to mine, his tongue frantically invading my mouth as our hot breath merged. He stepped forward as he kissed me, urgent and passionate he pushed me back against the wall. His hands continued to play with my soft tits, tweaking and pinching my hard nipples as the shower gel foamed over them. I ran my hands down the smooth planes of his chest, over his hips and round to grab hold of that perfect ass. He moved his lips across my jaw and down my neck, I could feel his hard dick pressing against my upper thigh. Self consciousness fully abandoned, I told him exactly what I wanted, "Please fuck me, right here," I panted. "That was the plan," he smiled back. I moved my hands to his throbbing member and guided it toward my swollen lips, giving a few quick strokes back and forth. I gasped then moaned loudly as I took all eight inches of him, having never fucked a guy with such a long, fat dick I was overwhelmed by the sensation of him totally filling me. "Shhh," he spat, clamping his hand over my mouth. "Someone's here," he inclined his head to the right where the next but one shower had turned on. I nodded as he slowly began to fuck me, pulling his dick almost completely out of me before slamming it back in, his balls slapping against me as he did. I held on to his huge biceps and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me off the ground. I began to respond to his thrusts, my pussy drawing him in deeper each time. He groaned quietly while he pumped me as hard as he could. The cool tile wall against my ass only made my pussy wetter, made me grip his cock tighter until the sound of him ramming his dick into my slick hole became louder than the shower. I could feel my orgasm starting to build quickly so I whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna cum real soon" He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth and matching the intensity of his fucking. "You better cum quietly then," he whispered back. I squeezed his arms tight as my pussy started to spasm, being vaguely aware of someone using a shower less than 10 foot away, I clamped my teeth down on his shoulder as my orgasm peaked. The combination of my teeth cutting his flesh and my constricting pussy squirting my juices all over his massive pole was enough to send him over the edge. He gritted his teeth as he slammed his dick into my tight hole and shot a stream of hot spunk deep inside me, pinning me to the wall with his hips. As our breathing slowed he kissed me again, less urgent now, more tender somehow. "Think you can stand?" he whispered. I smiled and shook my head. Some part of my brain registered that the other shower had been turned off. He laughed as he withdrew his cock and sat me down on the cubicle floor. I watched him as he used my towel to dry off and quickly redressed in his uniform. He stood by the cubicle door then shot a quick glance in my direction. He slipped out of the door with a wink and a smile in my direction. "Make sure you're ready for next week's session with your personal trainer," he said with a chuckle.