At the beginning of January, my wife, Nix, embarked on a weight loss journey by joining Blaze classes at the gym. She was hesitant at first, but before long, she found herself drawn to the energy of the sessions.
As her confidence grew, she often spoke about the charismatic instructors. Eventually, she hired one of them as her self a PT, a man whose support and fun friendly personality was the drive she needed to get her through those early days/weeks until she found her own rhythm at the gym.
Nix has always had a classic, beauty. Her hazel eyes hold a quiet confidence, and her full lips always seem to curl into a knowing smile.
Her body is curvaceous, with a large cleavage, and hips made to be grabbed. There's nothing showy about her, but she has that rare kind of magnetism that pulls you in without trying.
She's always been devoted but Lately, with her new focus at the gym, it's like she's unlocking a fire she never knew she had.
When returning home, from her gym her accounts of the session began always seem to focus on her personal trainer rather than on the workout even if she did not have a session booked. Marcus, a former polo player, was only a few years older than her but younger than me; still, he had maintained an impressive physique throughout his years in the sport.
Taking a chance one night, I brought Marcus into our bedroom role-playing. It ignited something in Nix. While we made love, I'd tell her to close her eyes and picture him the way she reacted told me everything I needed to know as we then started to fuck in stead of making love.
Marcus had that presence the kind of guy who owned a room without trying. Dark, wavy hair, sharp features, and an intensity that made people take notice.
He always had a story to tell, whether from his days playing polo or hunting a fox though I wasn't sure the four legged creature was the fox in question. His body was built for action broad shoulders, a strong, cut physique the kind that spoke of discipline and hard work. Fortunately for Marcus, it came naturally.
His dark brown eyes had a way of sizing you up without a word calm and unreadable. But you just knew there was an edge to him, something dangerous. The kind of man who took what he wanted. Coming from a family who bred racehorses, show jumpers, and hunters for fox hunting, the killer instinct to win was in his genes.
Nix was both nervous and excited about the upcoming gym night out.i could tell by the singing in the shower and she was a couple of large G&Ts in bu the time she left. I helped her choose her outfit a short black Number that accentuated her curves, paired with hold-up stockings and sexy heels. She looked stunning I almost made her say at home.
sensing an opportunity, I encouraged her to enjoy herself saying see where the night has to hold, especially with that PT of yours what's his name? Marcus, She laughed, gave me a playful smile, and blowing me a kiss before she slipped into the taxi.
Later that night, while indulging in some solo entertainment, I received a message from her around 11:45.
"Are you sure about this?"
my response slightly hesitant.
Not quite sure what you're talking about, but I have my suspicions, so... YES!
I attached a picture of my arousal, captioned:
"This is me thinking of you."
The response took slightly longer than I expected. My heart pounded as I waited. Then, finally, her reply came:
"In that case, could you pick us both up? Marcus has invited us both back to his place." Both I thought, a little strange but Nix does speak of him as a Nice guy.
She described the setting a hunting lodge styled barn conversion on the edge of his family owned equestrian manor, with stables, detached from the main house and surrounded by pine trees. It had a private terrace, a heated pool, and log fires. Intrigued, I pictured it all as I headed out.
When I arrived, Marcus made an immediate impression calm, assured. He opened the nearside car door for Nix with a smooth, "After you," before walking round climbing in on the other side.
Nix slid in with a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. As she leaned forward into the front, she pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before sinking back into her seat. I glanced over my left shoulder somehow she looked hotter than when she left the house.
The sexual tension was thick in the air. I subtly adjusted the rear-view mirror just enough for a better look. Catching Nix sultry eyes but pretending not to notice.
Marcus' hand rested on Nix's leg casual yet a deliberate gesture. Slowly, his touch became more exploratory, his fingers wandering, lifting the hem of her dress to expose the tops of her pull-up stockings, patterned to look like garters.
In the mirror I saw her shy smile betraying her enjoyment of the situation. At one point, her hand moved over and lingered on his thigh, gently rubbing it brushing against his manhood. Her smile widened.
Pulling up at Marcus's family estate, he told me to drive past the main gates to a smaller track leading through the pines. "Saying, if you just jump out and open the gate, After driving through, I had to jump out again.
As I returned, I heard Nix say, "Stop it, Marcus he'll see." See what? I wondered as we rolled down the track, parking over by the stables. We got out, and Nix and I followed Marcus as he led us into his place. Opening the front door, he exclaimed, "Make yourselves at home. as he popped open the first of many bottles of champagne, grabbing three glasses on his way through.
He slid open a door leading to a horseshoe shaped terrace with comfy chairs, blankets, a fire pit, and, of course, the pool. We joined him a few minutes later Nix had been delayed when her heel caught in one of her stockings, laddering it badly. It bothered her, so I suggested she go to the bathroom and take them off.
Out on the terrace, wrapped in blankets against the cool winter air, I quickly caught up on the drinking. the conversation drifted towards the pool. A little worse for wear from playing catch-up the alcohol and fresh night air went straight to my head, suggesting we all take a dip. Coming to my senses, I then backtracked shame Nix and I don't have swimsuits.
The idea fizzled for a moment until, almost as a joke, Nix suggested we swim naked.
The silence that followed made it clear she wasn't entirely joking. Marcus broke the tension with a confident,obviously I have my spedos but I'm happy to join you if no one feels uncomfortable. just like that, the decision was made.
We stripped down and jumped in.
Heart pounding as I led the way, shedding my clothes feeling the cold I divide into the pool. Reaching the other end I turned back, I caught sight of Marcus following me in he didn't dive though he used the steps.
The man was a stallion. I couldn't help but notice the impressive sight between his legs. When I glanced at Nix, she met my gaze with a knowing look. She had noticed it too.
Smiling, she reached behind to undo her dress, beginning to shed it. Next, she let her bra fall to the floor. In one fluid motion, she slid her dress and underwear down, stepping out of them completely naked.
I expected her to be shy standing there nude before two men, one of whom she barely knew she had only recently met him at the gym. But she wasn't.
She stepped to the edge of the pool, pausing as her nipples hardened from the breeze. Following Marcus, she used the steps, with the water just at her knees. She had a decision to make who would be getting the better show?
She stood close to Marcus, casually tying her hair into a bun while furtively chatting with him, giving him an uninterrupted view of her body.
Under the water, I was rock-hard, though I doubted they could tell.
Nix was clearly wound up, taking every opportunity to get closer to Marcus. At one point, she climbed out of the pool to grab the champagne, giving us both a full view from behind.
When she handed Marcus a refill, she leaned in so close that they must have touched beneath the water though she tried to disguise it with playful splashing and giggling. Eventually, she stopped pretending.
After giving me a deep kiss and a couple of cheeky strokes underwater, she turned and did the same to Marcus. Straddling him where he sat, she kissed him passionately.
I could hardly believe what I was seeing or how incredibly aroused I was.
When the kiss ended, Marcus looked at me. "You good?"
I nodded. "Nix can do what she wants," adding. "As long as she enjoys it."
She turned to me, eyes full of hunger.
"Can I take Marcus inside?"
Her tone, her expression there was no mistaking what she meant. She wanted to go alone.
A part of me wanted to follow. I knew, deep down, that I almost wanted this for her as much as she did.
Nodding, they both thanked me Nix verbally, Marcus with a nod.
And just like that, they were out of the pool, grabbing towels. As I watched them leave, Marcus slapped Nix's arse as she bent down for her clothes.
"You won't be needing them," I heard him say.
The last thing I saw was my naked wife leading another naked man through the bifold doors. She paused for just a moment, looking back at me.
"I love you," she said.
Then, with a knowing smile, she turned her perfect arse disappearing inside.
I took a moment to comprehend what was happening to savour the excitement.
I couldn't help but wonder if Nix would be able to handle him.
As I climbed out of the pool, I grabbed a towel and a warmed blanket, helping myself to a bottle of champagne then took a seat on the terrace.
I sipped my drink and touched myself, feeling more alive and aroused than ever.
About ten minutes later, I realised they hadn't closed the bedroom door leading onto the terrace properly and that's when I heard it, her moans. Familiar, unmistakable. The kind that told me she wasn't just enjoying herself she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
I kept listening, still stroking myself, relishing every sound. At one point, I heard her build up, then go silent for a bit. I was almost certain I'd just heard her climax.
I was so turned on, I could barely sit still.
The only way I knew it was over was when Marcus appeared on the terrace, soft now and dripping with sweat from his exertion.
I stood, walking over with a glass of champagne. He accepted it with a nod, and when he hugged me, he seemed completely unfazed as my arousal brushed against him.
He thanked me, saying he'd really needed that after his breakup and that he owed me.
Marcus made his polite excuses, retiring for the night and slipping away to the spare room, graciously leaving us the master suite.
Stepping off the terrace through the bifold doors I made my way inside the master bedroom, finding Nix stretched out on her back, her skin glowing softly against the crumpled white sheets.
Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest hinted at a peaceful state.
As She lay there, I was utterly captivated.
The bed was completely dishevelled pillows on the floor, a bottle of lube on the bedside table. She looked deeply satisfied, her hair a mess and still a little damp.
