Ella the Exercise Leader

The husband and wife stretched as they prepared for the most difficult hour of their week. Responsibly, the two of them talked about working on their health. Periodic walks, eating, healthier and copious amounts of strenuous sex were working, but they still needed to dig in a little deeper. As a sign of support, the two of them agreed to a personal trainer. The wife Valeria was a curvaceous, voluptuous Latina woman in her early 50's. Often self-deprecating or self-minimizing, he would always smile at her, and remind her that her body was perfectly sculpted according to every dream he had ever had. The husband Justin was tall-well, mostly tall-with furious, red-orange hair, really pretty blue eyes and he was the embodiment of every Scottish fantasy she'd had as a teen.

After a few sessions together, they had come to despise their instructor. Her name was Ella, first noticed by her raven-dark hair. Her eyes were deep, always in thought, her expression the embodiment of cerebral. Usually, she wore glasses, most often with the white frames, which somehow even made her more intimidating. Her body was toned like one would expect a personal trainer to me. Her ass was top-notch, perhaps one of the finest ever seen in their lives. Her breasts betrayed the wear and tear of a toddler at home, maybe not what society would have classified as perfect. But the couple definitely agreed she did not have a flaw in her body and that she was perfect the way she was.

Like a drill sergeant walking in the basic training barracks, so the door slammed, and Ella stomped into the room. She looked angrier than usual, which was saying something. She wore her camouflage tank top, and quite possibly the tightest pair of yoga pants ever known to existence in a shimmering black. There was something terrifying and uneasily erotic about her saunter.

She asked Alexa to play the music, and that began an EDM extravaganza made for exercising. When the couple would reach a new point, she would implore them to go deeper. The two of them despised the very ground she walked on for an entire hour, and then afterwards they loved her every other second of the week.

While Ella was digging deep into the character of the drill instructor, she had been known to go too far at times. Tonight she went behind Valeria's discomfort. Valeria was notorious for pushing herself beyond her limits, even to the point of personal pain. Normally in a kink situation, Justin or Valeria would be able to call a safe word and be done. There was no safe word in the situation.

Finally, Justin had his limit. Being her dom, he knew when she was going through too much and wouldn't stop out of her natural submissive tendencies. He saw his wife going to the pain and yelled out, "Enough!"Ella was not pleased at all. Like, at all. She was goddess in this headspace. Who was he to question her? As she began again, he stopped her and declared in an almost primal growl, "My wife has reached her limit. Leave her the fuck alone!"

Ella was a personal trainer because she loved pushing and motivating people. She always saw a vision of them in her head and she knew what they could be, her methods Machiavellian. It had worked before and would work again. One thing she was learning was to let go and to meet people where they were. Acquiescing, she paused a moment.

She had a new confusing feeling. She was feeling her arousing for the way Justin had protected and cared for his wife, turning her on quite a bit. She was no longer the bitchy exercise instructor, but the mom watching a husband defend his wife. She knew he was a dominant and that Valeria was his submissive. They had briefly talked about experiencing kink one night after a strenuous session and celebrating afterwards by going to the BDSM club.

Usually, Justin was in the submissive position with Ella. But not this afternoon. Today Justin was exerting his dominance over the instructor while saving his wife. Ella bit her lip, trying not to show her arousal. The energy and pheromones became quite different in that room. Ella had broken character, a new person. "We need to give it a pause don't we?" Justin suggested gently. His dom knew what was needed.

Shaken, Ella sat down on the exercise bench. Valeria sat next to her, gently rubbing her back with scratches here and there. The rubs on the back became more intense. Not immediate, but a gradual, sensual tempo. Her shoulders normally would not get this aroused; however, in this vulnerable moment they were very potent. Their breathing grew heavier. Slowly their eyes locked and heads moved closer. Inches away they paused as if to ask both for consent with their eyes.

A lesser man might have inserted himself in the middle. But he knew confidence. It was a slow burn. He was either going to be added or not. At the very least, he was going to watch his wife get frisky with another woman. Nothing in that situation sounded unpleasant.

He watched as Ella slid off Valeria's oversized T-shirt she reappropriated from Justin. Underneath was a black sports bra, barely able to cover what she had to offer. Carefully, Ella guided her to her back. As the song "Hungry Eyes" ironically started playing, Ella giggled as she slid Valeria's sports bra up, releasing her beautiful breasts. Ella was a consummate professional and would never admit this out loud, but desperately she had been wanting these in her mouth.

It was one thing to wake up to these every morning. However here he watched Ella experience his wife's breasts for the first time. They were massive, majestic and matchless. (Those were his go to words for praise kink time.) His favorite angle was her on her back and how they jiggled as there was any movement. Sometimes he'd tap the side just to see the ripples, like a kid with a toy. Her light caramel skin was the perfect backdrop to what would be a beautiful darker hue of her nipples, what he always referred to as his favorite color. He'd never be able to have this first moment again. He'd squandered it in his youth. But to be able to watch Ella's experience, it was like having that "first time" again vicariously.

After the first orgasm (Justin had a lifetime with that body; he knew.), he enjoyed himself by slowly sliding his gray sweatpants down and he began with a slow rub on himself. Then he escalated gradually. He began stroking, faster, more intense. Valeria, slid off Ella's camouflage sports bra. Her breasts were beautiful in the story they told, the history, the signs of motherhood. Not the shape magazine makers teach us is beautiful, but flawless, impeccable and just as enticing as he had ever seen before. His first indicator of whether a breast was beautiful was the hardness of his cock. And his cock could cut diamonds in their presence.

Valeria slid down Ella's pants. Unhindered by the confines of the yoga pants, her ass was somehow even better. Sliding down Valeria's pants, Ella turned to Justin, crouching on all fours. "Hey buddy, this pussy isn't going to fuck itself." Hearing the consent, he checked her for readiness. He fingered her a few times to notice she was drenched. He teased her outside the lips, stroking with his hard cock. She gave a groan half-furious, half-satisfied.

When Justin felt it was time, he slid in. Ella was shocked at how thick he was, stretched her out in the best way possible. In the movement of Justin's rhythm, Ella steadied herself and in one of the finest feats of multitasking, while she was getting her guts rearranged, Ella found Valeria's sweet spot and honed in exactly where her body instructed.

As Justin performed his dance, he slapped her ass, ran his fingers up and down her back and cupped her breasts, having his way with her nipples. Prone to multiple orgasms, Justin would pause to feel Ella climax and then continue as needed. Though their bodies were aching, they found the energy for this exertion.

Holding back as long as he could, he could no longer resist and came inside Ella. Turned on even more, Valeria, in a rare moment of dominance, grabbed Justin by his hair and offered to Ella, "If you think his cock is good, boy are you in a treat. Show her the tongue, love."

She again bit her bottom lip and laid down on one of the exercise machines. "Let's see what you got, Big Boy. Or should I say, 'Thick boy'?" Very vocally Ella provided feedback. "Oh yes... right there... holyyyyyyyyyy fffffffuuuuucccccckkkkkk... how does she not keep you chained in a basement?... Valeria, you leave your house?.... Like ever?... how can you ever stop?... No, you don't stop... Ever..." Tired, exhausted, she came her last time and happily offered as they caught their breaths, "Communal showers anybody?"