It was early on a Sunday morning that I went to our neighborhood gym together with my husband. We always liked to go early Sunday mornings to avoid the crowds. When my husband and I entered the gym, there was hardly anybody. Except for the two of us, there were only two guys lifting weights. Eugene, my husband, took one of the stationary bicycles to start warming up. I went to one of the treadmills to start my routine.
Eugene and I had been married for seven years. During the last 3 years, we had been losing that fire, which we had at the beginning of our relationship. We started having less and less sex. Besides, I started getting less and less satisfied with the sex we had. I had always loved Eugene's personality, but he is not particularly attractive. Besides, he is rather short and over the last few years he gained a lot of weight. He was certainly not going to the gym as often as me.
I had tried to hide my excitement when 4 months ago, Eugene confessed his phantasy of seeing me with another guy. I still do not understand why he would get excited to see me enjoying another guy. Anyway, I felt that Eugene was giving me a great opportunity to start building a more satisfying sex life.
I had agreed to Eugene's proposal and over the last 4 months I had sex with 3 different guys. It was a great experience for me and I felt that a new world was opening up for me. Eugene was also enjoying watching me with my new lovers and he seemed to get really aroused when watching. I felt that cuckolding was changing my perception of my husband. Every time when I was having sex with another guy and looking at my husband, he gave me a very pathetic impression.
After 10 minutes on the treadmill, I was already sweating heavily. I work out often and as a result, I have a very tight body for my 33 years. I was wearing a pink tank top and black shorts. I had tied my long blond hair in a ponytail.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see the two weightlifters. These guys were obviously regulars in the gym. Their bare chests were very impressive and it must have taken them months of hard work to get that tight. One of them had blond hair and was rather tall (at least 6 ft.). He had blue eyes and a cute smile. The other guy was black and slightly shorter than his friend. He was bald headed and had a strong look in his dark eyes. Their huge and strong bodies were no comparison to my chubby husband.
I must have been staring too long. Because, the blond guy caught my stare and winked at me. I responded to his wink with an embarrassed smile. I was 15 minutes into my workout and my tank top started getting soaked in sweat already. I glanced back at the two weightlifters and I saw that both of them were now looking at me with a big grin on their faces. I looked over my shoulder and noticed that Eugene had already interrupted his work-out. He was already out of breath and standing at the water machine, staring at one of the TV screens.
I felt cheeky today and I was not going to miss the opportunity to flirt with two hard-bodied guys. Because there was nobody else in the gym, I decided to give these guys a nice Sunday morning surprise. Without stopping to run, I took off my top and also my sports bra. My sweaty boobs (D cup) were now bouncing about, while I was running on the treadmill.
The two weightlifters dropped their weights and looked at me with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. After a moment, they started walking towards me. I was very flattered when they came over and stood in front of me with a very encouraging look in their eyes. Eugene had still not noticed anything and was still watching the TV screen. This is typical for him. He usually spends more time pathetically watching TV, then exercising.
The two weightlifters were now standing in front of me, watching me working out bare-chested. I continued running and I let my eyes run over their bodies. At this moment my treadmill indicated that my work out was over and started reducing speed. When I had regained my breath, I smiled at both guys and wished them a good morning. They responded politely and introduced themselves while their eyes were checking out my body. The black guy was called Trevor and the blond guy Jack, who also turned out to be the manager of the gym.
At this point, Eugene looked our way. His face turned to shock when he saw me talking to Jack and Trevor, without my top on. He started walking our way and I thought that it might be nice to shock Eugene even more. I put my hand on Trevor's chest and asked him if he enjoyed what he was seeing. Both Jack and Trevor eagerly confirmed that they were enjoying the view.
Eugene arrived and started asking nervously what was going on. It was almost a turn-off to see my nervous and clumsy husband next to these two muscled hunks. Trevor put an arm around my naked back. His strong arms felt hard like iron around my waist. Eugene started to protest, but I was not going to let him spoil this. I told Eugene to step back, sit down and watch. Eugene was not convinced and continued protesting half-heartedly.
Trevor asked me if I needed some help with Eugene and I gladly accepted. Trevor took Eugene in a stranglehold and dragged him backwards. Eugene could not do anything against the brute force of Trevor. Eugene could hardly breathe and he almost blacked out. Eugene begged Trevor to release him.