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.
