Anne's temptation leads her to cheating and then group sex. Key elements include her husband's cuckold fetish and male bisexuality.
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Anne found herself anticipating her morning sessions, in a way she hadn't since she started leading the workouts at the her town's community center. One hundred years prior it had been built as a high school, but had since been closed and repurposed, but still had a first rate football field and swimming facilities.
Her husband Joshua did stretches on the composite surface next to the outdoor exercise equipment that had been put in that summer. Today they'd done some pull ups between timed sprints and stair running up the cement bleachers that lined one side of the track surrounding the old football field, now a huge patch of lush green grass, the goal posts long since pulled out.
With the exception of Erik and her husband, the last of her class had left. It was already 7:45 am. She stretched, flexing a calf muscle as she leaned against a steel bar. Her husband looked at her and grinned as she wiggled her ass and arched her back, giving him a show meant to embarrass him in front of Erik, the new guy. She was proud of her body. She'd been a personal trainer since college where she rowed on the crew team. In high school she played both volleyball and basketball.
Anne knew her husband loved her. He attended her morning classes with her, but he'd been working so hard the past few years, the morning classes, late evening dinners and exhausted evenings seemed to be the only time they had together on the weekdays.
Erik, looked at her husband, "Do you two cycle?"
She found his Norwegian accent fascinating, almost as fascinating as the rippling muscles on his 6'4" frame. At first she pegged him as a former college athlete, maybe even a pro, but he said he'd just started a job in the San Francisco Bay Area and had gone to a university in Europe, the name she'd forgotten.
"A little bit, why?" Joshua answered.
"I was thinking of doing some road or mountain biking this weekend. Are you game?" he asked.
Anne was glad Joshua couldn't see into her soul because inside she was screaming for Joshua to say yes. He looked at her and she smiled, nodding her head.
The life of a personal trainer could be a delicate balance, especially a female personal trainer doing her best trophy wife impersonation for her professional, businessman husband. Anne easily fended off the 60 year old geezers, middle aged men, and occasional 20 something, but a guy like Erik was different. She needed an arm's length between business and private life. That's why she handed clients business cards with only work contact information. That's what she'd given to Erik when she first met him.
"We can do both," Joshua said, and looked at me. "You're the trainer, what do you want to do?"
Anne was caught off guard, "I wouldn't mind doing some road, maybe climb the mountain and go to Santa Cruz? We could take a bus back."
"How far is that?" Erik asked, pulling up on his ankle behind his back. Anne caught a glance of his package and gulped, Erik smiled at her.
Anne turned embarrassed, wondering if she'd just imagined it or did Erik actually catch her looking at him. "I think it's about 40 miles, but there's a big uphill climb."
"Let's do it," Erik said.
"I have to work tomorrow," Joshua paused as he thought, "Wait, have you ever gone surfing?"
"Surfing? That's sounds really cool, yeah, that could be great!" Erik said and he looked back at Anne and winked.
"What about work?" Anne said to her husband.
"No, that's it, you two road bike over the hill to Santa Cruz tomorrow, I'll bring the boards and wetsuits tomorrow evening, we all hole up in a hotel room and hit the waves early on Sunday."
"So Erik and I go by ourselves?" Anne smiled at Erik.
"Go for it, I'll meet you there. It's perfect." Joshua said. "I know you need to get out more. Don't be trapped at home."
Her stomach did backflips, and she wondered if she hear her husband correctly - did he just say she should go with Erik?
Crossing the field to the parking lot, the men exchanged contact information.
"Maybe you should have Anne's number also," said Joshua, and Anne repeated it to Erik as he punched it into his phone.
They pulled out of the parking lot together, Joshua driving.
"Tomorrow should be fun," Joshua said.
"Absolutely," Anne said, but she sat in silence, not sure what to say to her husband. She liked Erik, she liked him a lot and it clouded her thinking. She looked up the hotel on the beach that she always wanted to go to on her smartphone.
"Should I reserve two rooms?" she asked her husband.
"Not if they have a room with two queens. Just get one of those," Joshua answered. Anne made the call, visions of Erik in his briefs filled her mind.
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The next morning Anne was in the garage, the door open when Erik's Audi pulled into the driveway. Joshua helped him take the bike off the roof rack, and they gathered by his smartphone to chart their course. They agreed Joshua would drive his Jeep over the to Santa Cruz around 6 pm and they'd all go out for dinner.
Anne carried a small backpack with a light summer dress, change of underwear and some sandals. They'd check into the hotel, clean up and wait for Joshua.
"Do you want me to carry that?" Erik asked, he also had a backpack with a change of clothes.
"Sure," said Anne, careful to put the panties inside the dress so it wasn't obvious as she passed it to Erk.
She examined his tight cycling jersey. "Is that the Norwegian Flag?" Anne asked. He looked good in his patriotic top and blue cyclist shorts.
"It sure is," he smiled, and Anne subconsciously crossed her legs as he squatted with the bag in front of him, his cock obscenely obvious under the tight fabric.
The mounted their bikes, Joshua giving her a quick goodbye kiss before whispering, "Have fun," in her ear.
The ride through the Santa Cruz mountains was fairly easy for both of them, despite the initial rise in elevation. It was more or less a fairly steep uphill climb for the first 10 miles. They stopped briefly at the top of the mountain. There was a scenic view, complete with parking lot for tourists, and they could see a huge chunk of Silicon Valley and the southern part of San Francisco Bay.
"There's a lot of motorcyclists up here," Erik said.
"They love to ride up here. They're probably more dangerous than the cars," Anne said.
"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?" he asked.
"Like as a passenger? Only a couple of times."
"Would you like to come up with me sometime? You could ride on the back," Erik asked.
"If my husband would let me," she smirked.
"Don't worry about him. He wouldn't have to know," Erik laughed.
The thought of hanging onto the back of Erik, guiding a motorcycle up the mountain and down the curvy roads excited her, and she wondered if indeed she would take him up on the offer.
"I tell my husband everything," grinned Anne.
Erik gave her a shrug, "In Norway we don't feel it necessary to tell our spouses every little thing," and he winked at her, a sly smile on his face.
Anne giggled nervously, "We go straight down, try to make Santa Cruz for lunch, but I want to first get all the way to the beach. It's my little thing, to ride to the ocean first."
"No problem," Erik answered, taking a swig of water, "We can jump in the water before we change."
"It's cold!"
"Even better. My Viking blood likes it," and he flexed an arm for her.
They started pedaling, but it was a very easy ride as they flew down the other side of the hill. Around 11 am they rolled into a small mountain town and stopped to drink some water before making their final push into Santa Cruz. Anne felt a little tired but otherwise in decent shape. She hadn't cycled in a while and her legs ached dully. When they popped out of traffic near the boardwalk, they made a beeline for the bike racks.
Locking up their bikes they kicked off their cycling shoes, putting them into Erik's backpack. There were rows of beach volleyball courts.
"I used to play volleyball," Anne told Erik.
Erik looked at her, making a show of checking out her ass, "Yes, it looks like you could jump pretty high."
"Stop it!," she giggled. If only her husband could see her now. She felt free and uninhibited and didn't think twice when Erik took her hand and guided her to the water. They stepped into the hot sand in their bare feet, making it a short distance.
"Ouch ouch ouch!" yelped Anne, and Erik turned and picked her up, like a little girl in his arms, as he hustled her down to the sand that was still damp from the ocean tide.
"You are so light," Erik said, and Anne leaned back, laughing.
"I feel like a little girl," she giggled.
"You are a little girl," he answered.
On the wet beach Erik set her down, her feet now comfortable as the cool ocean water lapped at her ankles.
"This feels so nice," she said.
"Don't tell your husband, he might get jealous," said Erik.
"He won't get jealous," she said, looking out at the pier, trying to find the Sea Lions that camped out on the pylons below.
Erik put an arm around her, and pulled her close. Anne looked up at him, eyes wide and realized what he was about to do. Trembling, she looked up into his eyes, biting her lip.
"What are you thinking?" Anne asked.
He kissed her, his lips meeting hers, and he paused, looking in her eyes, "Are you sure you tell your husband everything?"
She paused, her whole body felt like it was melting. "Shut up," she said and she leaned in and he kissed her again. She wrapped her hands around him, he was so big and powerful compared to any man she'd kissed before.
"Let's go to the hotel room?"
This seemed to snap Anne back to reality, "We can't, I can't. I'm married."
