Megans Gym Explorations

This story involves themes of infidelity, exhibition, and voyeurism. I hope the interested readers enjoy. Please leave your feedback and comments.

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"Looks like you have an admirer!" Jason, my loving 32-year-old husband said once we returned home from the gym. He was referring to our 28-year-old gym trainer, Charles, who was paying special attention to me and ignoring Jason in our joint sessions. We are the same age and fell in love 5 years ago, been married for the past 3.

"Let's get into the shower!" I replied to Jason's comment, partly ignoring it. He dropped his boxers and joined me naked. His dick was somewhere between flaccid and fully hard.

However, Jason was right, Charles was indeed my admirer. But what Jason doesn't yet know is that I am equally captivated by the large black man. He's a foot taller than Jason and me.

Charles mostly wore baggy shorts and a loose fleece sweater when helping us. But occasionally, he removed the sweater when demonstrating an exercise, to show off his toned and clearly defined muscles. I'd be awe-struck each time, feeling a strong desire to reach out and run my hands over his arms.

There was an obvious sexual tension between me and Charles that did not go unnoticed by Jason. Yet, he never protested.

When Jason was not around, Charles would brazenly flirt with me. Alternatively, when Jason was around, he would resort to close physical contact such as holding my hands and guiding me during the workout. His very elegant and subtle advances had caught me completely off guard. I enjoyed the attention despite my anxiousness about Jason's reaction.

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It had been a couple of days since we enrolled in the local gym, which was mostly empty save for a few regular visitors. Jason, being a desk warrior, was getting completely out of shape. He suggested that I join him for company and made it clear that it was not a comment on my state of fitness. The discussion where he proposed that we enroll was rather interesting for me.

"I like the little mounds of flesh around your waist! I enjoy grabbing it. You are hot, and I don't mean to suggest otherwise." Jason said. I was stuck between him and the kitchen counter, and he was holding my waist as he leaned forward to kiss me.

"I just want some company!" He said with puppy eyes after breaking the kiss. I gave in and accepted.

"Besides, I love it when people check you out!" He continued before leaning in for a kiss that lasted longer. I could feel my pussy get instantly wet when he said that.

I've been a closeted exhibitionist all my life. Knowing that my husband likes showing me off felt very exciting. Yet, I was not ready to reveal my fantasy to Jason. Nor am I brave enough to act on my fantasies. But sometimes, I go out shopping without panties or deliberately unbutton my dress in a crowded metro. On those days, I can't wait to fuck Jason.

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Back in the shower, I asked Jason, "Does it bother you?" referring to his comment about Charles giving me more attention. My tone was deliberately sharp knowing that Jason wouldn't want to disappoint me. I was enjoying Charles' attention and did not want to lose it.

"Not at all! Like I said, I like it when people check you out!" he replied, and I looked down to see his dick grow. We quickly washed up and got out of the shower. He was still hard and I was horny thinking about what was running in his head. It seems to me that Jason liked Charles giving me some special attention.

I grabbed his cock and led him to the bed. Soon enough, he was on top thrusting his cock into my pussy and panting in my ears. Both of us were clearly turned on by me showing off to Charles.

"I'm cumming!" Jason announced and pulled out his cock, spewing cum over my stomach.

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Empowered by Jason's fantasy to show me off, I made a slight change to my outfit the next day in the gym. I admired myself as I stood alone in front of the large mirror in the changing room. I cupped my boob and wondered, 'I hope Charles finds them attractive'. Then I turned to the side to check how my ass looked. I walked out with my hair tied into a pony with a skip to my step.

Charles's wide smile and Jason's dropped jaw confirmed my expectations. They loved it. I'd set a new norm for myself and was growing moist from all the attention I received from guys in the gym.

We fucked again once we went back home. It was now our ritual.

Despite overcoming my inhibition about the outfit, I was not brave enough to make advances with Charles. He set the boundaries of our interaction and did not push them.

That is until the day I went to the gym without Jason. My husband made up a lame excuse to skip the leg day. 'Typical' I thought to myself and decided to go alone.

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The gym had the usual crowd - A few very bulky guys, grunting and lifting heavy weights; Some young guys who were starting out; The regular trainers of the gym; and a few regular women who worked out in groups. Among the trainers, there was one other than Charles, who always caught my eye.

That day, we smiled at each other as I watched him guide someone to their next exercise. Charles appeared in my view and from that moment, had my complete undivided attention.

"Where is Jason?" He asked.

"Skipping!" I replied with a wide smile. He knew what it meant and resumed his usual flirty attitude. However, unlike other days, he was more touchy when guiding my exercises. I was conscious of the way his hands moved over me.

The next exercise on our schedule was squats, which I loved the most. Charles would stand close behind me and squat with me. I could smell him the strongest and feel his breath on my shoulders.

But that day, Charles changed a few things and successfully escalated the boundaries of our physical interaction.

First, he moved us to a different rack, tucked away in a nook and hidden from the rest of the gym. There was a mirror that faced me and Charles as we squatted down, and I could see him staring down my shoulder at my exposed cleavage.

He put on fewer weights than usual and said, "Let's take it slow!" with a sly grin.

Second, he stood much closer than he would usually. My ass was brushing against his crotch, and I could feel his growing cock. I enjoyed every bit of contact. I would squat down with flair, deliberately pushing my ass back to feel his cock. Between sets, he walked around proudly displaying his hard-on. He was equally enjoying the experience.

Finally, his hands satisfied my body's craving to be felt up. Instead of hovering his hands around my waist, he gripped it tight. I could see through the mirror the contrast of his big black hands against my pale skin. They started roaming as we progressed. He would push down to grip my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing against my covered pussy, and for the final set, he gripped my ass from below, squeezed it, and spanked it in the end.

After everything, I was breathing hard and very wet. My body was prepped and ready to let him have his way. We faced each other, stared, and I leaned in to receive his kiss. Only when we were interrupted by someone did I realize that my mind was still conflicted. I felt guilty of giving in to my urges and my mind raced back to Jason.

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Despite the guilt, my pussy did not stop throbbing. I was craving some dick. Once home, I pounced on Jason. He was a happy and willing participant. We quickly got naked on the bed with me on top, and I started slamming down on his hard cock.

"Mmmhh! Fuck! Looks like Charles gave you SPECIAL attention today!" he said breathing heavily, enjoying the feeling of my pussy gripping his cock.

"Yes he did! Do you like that?" I asked in a slightly nervous but excited tone.

"Fuck yes!" He replied and started pulling me down on his cock.

His imagination seems to be running wild and I could see it in his eyes. He was staring at my bouncing boobs intently and my mind raced back to Charles' hands around my waist. My pussy got more wet as the sloshing sound of Jason's cock spreading my pussy and the squeaking of the bed filled the room.

Just as I was about to slide down his cock, I slowed down my stroke and said, "He spanked me!" in a breathy seductive tone. I was slightly anxious about his reaction again. I was gambling about how far Jason's imagination stretched.

In response, he grabbed my waist tightly, held me in the air, and pumped his cock into my pussy. He did not probe or get annoyed. 'He really enjoyed thinking about it' I thought to myself and some of my earlier guilt disappeared.

"Oh fuck I'm there!" He thrust in me a few hard strokes, pulled out, and shot hot cum on my stomach.

I was incredibly wet and needed a release. Jason read my mind and went down on me. Soon, I was on my back, pushing my head against the bed, and gripping Jason's hair. I was moaning out loud now.

I closed my eyes and drifted into my imagination as my loving husband worked his tongue masterfully - licking, sucking, and sliding his fingers into my wet slutty pussy. I was imagining sitting down on Charles' cock in that nook we were working out in the gym. I imagined him having a big cock and I imagined a spectator peeping around to see it disappear inside me.

The imagination accelerated my orgasm. I was clenching his head with my thighs and gripping the sheet with one hand and his hair with the other. I squirmed and writhed as a powerful orgasm hit me.

Once I recovered, Jason said, "That was wonderful!" as we both stared at the ceiling lying on the bed.

"It was! Thank you!" I kissed his forehead and got up to clean and shower. The water washed away my guilt from earlier. 'Jason would be turned on!' I reasoned. 'I could come home and narrate how I fucked Charles!' I schemed.

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In the next gym session, I dragged Charles away from Jason to let him in on my plan. Once again we were hidden from the gym crowd and I grazed my hand over his crotch, deliberately feeling his dick over his boxers to emphasize the reward if he went along. He did not need much convincing.

The plan involved Charles being more aggressive in feeling me up during the workouts. It worked, Jason had a clear hard-on. Which he repeatedly tried to hide, unsuccessfully. He did not protest Charles' advance but instead withdrew to give him the space to be more confident.

I was reasoning about the whole experience thinking that it was something I wanted to give Jason. But in retrospect, it was just a way to excuse my behavior. I badly wanted to feel and experience Charles's cock.

By then, I'd felt it poke between my legs, on my ass, and ran my hands over his boxers to feel the length of it. Everything together fuelled my desire.

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At home that evening after our gym session. Jason joined me again in the shower. He was already hard and ready to fuck. I grabbed his cock and pumped it as I stared into his eyes.

"Did you like watching Charles help me workout?" I asked him before biting my lower lip.

"Fuckk!" was all he could muster and I felt his cock twitch in my hands. He closed his eyes, swung his head back, and spread his legs slightly.

I stroked his cock with both hands and decided to go all in with the dirty talk.

"Did you like it when his hands slid over my ass?" I stroked him harder, eliciting a groan.

"Ya? Did you want to watch him spank me with his big hands?" I continued and could sense his orgasm build up. I slowed down my strokes to a stop and turned around. Looking behind my shoulder, I wiggled my ass.

He obliged the silent request, gripped my ass cheeks, spread them, and slid his cock into my very wet pussy. Both of us moaned instantly. His hands moved up to my waist as he started pumping his cock inside.

"Fuckk! You enjoy watching another man's hands on me don't you?" I was looking forward now.

"Fuck yes! I do!" he said in a rough voice as he picked up pace.

"Ya? Do you imagine me getting down on my knees and sucking him off?" I asked in a slightly nervous tone. My hands were pressing against the wall and I was too afraid to turn and look him in the eye. But as I said it, my pussy got more wet and I could feel my orgasm build. It was too hot to tell my husband that I wanted to suck another man's cock. Charles' cock.

"Holy fuck!" He said in response and let out a burst of thrusts, filling the cozy shower with the sound of my ass slapping his thighs.

'I knew it!' I said to myself and prepared for him to cum. Surprisingly, his throbbing cock in my pussy, and the vivid imagination of sucking off Charles set off my orgasm as well. He pulled out and shot his cum over my ass and lower back. I shivered and convulsed, and Jason held me up as I was about to collapse from my legs going weak.

We did not say a word about the fantasy till after our next gym session.

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Jason was on top of me on the couch. We were so horny that we hadn't even made it to the bed. It was the most exhilarating gym session for me. Jason was unaware of what I'd been up to, but I suppose he had let his imagination run wild and hence couldn't wait to fuck.

The crowd was unusually thin. I'd bought a new set of clothes to entice the guys. Once again, I admired myself in the mirror inside the changing room.

My hair was tied up and I was wearing a high-waist, short skirt with tight briefs underneath. The skirt had crisp folds and barely covered my ass. The briefs were as big as my most modest panties and exposed my lower ass. So when I bent down, the skirt revealed enough to attract everyone's attention.

It was a bit unconventional and I had to find them in the tennis section. But when I tried it on, I knew I had to wear it. To match the skirt, I wore a thin material sports bra with spaghetti straps that showed off my ample cleavage.

I was cupping my full breasts and pushing them up when I heard the door open. It wasn't a woman. It was Charles, and he locked the door behind him. I watched him walk up to me, biting his lower lip. He was wearing a sleeveless top that showed off his muscular arms.

"Damn!" he complimented me as his eyes fixated on my cleavage.

My pussy started throbbing and my heart was racing. I just accepted his kiss without any resistance. His hands slid around my waist and grabbed my ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze as his tongue darted into my mouth. I moaned in his mouth and kissed back.

He picked me up with ease and my legs naturally wrapped around his waist. My boobs were pressing against his chest and I continued to kiss him. We stood there for what seemed like an eternity as our tongues continued to explore each other. He was a better kisser than Jason, his full lips felt amazing when they mashed against mine.

We smiled at each other profusely as he lowered me back down. He flipped me around and we were both facing the mirror. My nipples were hard and poking through the top. He spanked me and started walking away, towards the door.

That's when I realized he had planned this out. He was deliberately teasing me and it worked. I wanted more, a lot more than just a kiss and a spank. But he was out before I could muster the courage to act.

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Outside, Jason was waiting for me. He was already hard and had a flustered look. It seemed like he had watched Charles walk in and out of the changing room.

My loving husband checked me out in the new outfit. His eyes moved up from my legs and remained fixed on the nipples that were poking through. He'd dropped his jaw just enough to express his awe. I could see the conflict in his head, he was too turned on by my outfit to ask me why Charles was inside the changing room or what occurred inside.

I walked up to him and gave him a full kiss. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a couple of guys check me out. I turned to them and smiled as I broke the kiss. I was very wet, enjoying all the attention.

It was leg day again, and I was about to do squats. There were a few people in the distance, but no one other than Jason was close by. Jason stood behind us as Charles took his position to help me.

Charles did not hold back this time. He repeated his actions from a few days ago. I could only imagine what was going through Jason's mind as I felt Charles' hands grip my waist and his cock press against my ass.

"Ya! That's it!" Charles spoke into my ears as we squatted down. In response, I started pushing my ass back against his crotch. I knew that Jason would enjoy the show.

As we finished the set, I turned around to see Jason adjust his hard cock inside his shorts. There was a wet spot on his light grey shorts. It was his turn to squat since we usually alternated the sets. But, instead, he insisted on skipping his turn.

I looked at Charles. He shrugged and decided to adjust the weights. I spent a minute resting. The air was charged with the sexual tension and I couldn't contain my excitement for the next set. I looked to Jason before continuing. He gave a soft, reluctant nod. I was too horny by that point to bail out.

We got into position again and Charles gripped my ass from below. Almost taunting Jason to act if he wanted it to stop. Halfway through the set, Charles gripped my ass tighter, squeezing it harder and pushing his cock more confidently. I turned around at the end of the set and Jason was nowhere to be seen.

I grew anxious if I'd pushed the boundary too far, too quickly.

"Relax, I saw him head to the washroom!" Charles spoke in the background to calm me down.

Jason's absence explained the increased intensity of Charles' actions. I turned to face Charles and bit my lower lip. He read the sign and stepped forward to kiss me again. This time, I mustered the courage to run my hands over his crotch and feel the full length of his hard cock.

Charles moved his head down to kiss and suck on my exposed neck.

"Fuckk!" I moaned with closed eyes and gripped the girth of his cock. It was everything I imagined it to be. I wanted to slide my hand inside his boxers and grip the bare skin of his cock.

When I opened my eyes, I caught the guys in the distance watching us. They looked away as our eyes met. Charles dragged me into the changing room once again. He checked that it was empty before locking the door and turning to face me.

I pulled off my top, releasing my breasts. Charles was all over it, sucking and plucking my nipple in turns, cupping them with his large hands, and slapping them playfully. Each action made me moan sharply. I dragged his head up to stop him. I wanted to see that cock, feel it in my hands.

I got down on my knees and tugged his shorts along with his boxers.

"Fuckk!" I reacted upon seeing his long and thick cock stand proudly. I grabbed it with both hands almost instinctively. It was bigger and thicker than Jason's. The even-toned long shaft led up to the dark pink mushroom head. I kissed the head and took it in my mouth, my lips struggled to wrap around the girth.

As I pulled out, he held the base of his shaft and slapped his cock on my lips.

"You like that you horny slut?" He asked, and I nodded in response. I fucking loved it. I wanted it in my throat and deep in my pussy. I was intoxicated by the scent and taste. I could feel my pussy juice drenching the tight briefs.

I sucked on his cock with intent, gagging on it till saliva was dripping onto my breasts. I licked the entire length and sucked on his large balls. Charles held my head and guided it as I bobbed over his cock, and the room echoed the clucking sounds.

"Ya, that's it!" He said repeatedly, enjoying the feeling of my lips wrapping his cock. I worked 3 quarters of his length into my mouth. The tip of his cock was lodged in my throat and I stayed that way for a moment before pulling out, gasping for air.

"Fuck! I love your slutty mouth!" he said and bent down to kiss me.

Charles picked me up, laid me down on a bench, and was about to pull down my briefs when we heard repeated knocks on the door.