Mid Day Workout Pays Dividends

This is story #33 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) and my profile, for any general background about me and how I got here. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Gina

I try to work out in some form every day, taking Sundays off on occasion. Usually I just go for a run, and might lift some weights or do some pushups and sit-ups in a small home gym that I have. Occasionally I do go to a local gym if the weather isn't cooperating.

One particular Wednesday, I woke up not feeling great, still a little depressed about Tina (Previous story) leaving town two weeks earlier, I suppose, since Wednesday was a regular day for us. So I slept in a little bit.

When I woke up around 10:00 a.m., I was feeling much better. I did a little work from home, and then decided to work out. It was late May and the weather had been rainy, so I thought I'd head to the gym.

It was early afternoon when I got there, an unusual time for me to be there. I found a treadmill and started a run at a fairly slow pace. With my earbuds in, I was in a bit of a trance.

After about ten minutes, I realized that there was someone just getting on an elliptical, two machines down from me, with an empty machine in between us. I glanced down that way, and saw that it was a woman named Gina, the mother of a very close friend of my oldest daughter.

Gina and her husband (they called him Joe) were both immigrants from Uganda. From what I understood, they both moved here as teens about 20 years prior, soon after they got married in Uganda. Joe was a doctor and Gina a nurse. They had come here for educational purposes, and both went back to Uganda frequently to assist with much needed medical care there.

Gina was not her real name, which was some complex native Ugandan name, but she went by Gina just to make it easy. Gina spoke with a very thick accent, to the point that I really had trouble understanding her. Usually, I just smiled and nodded on those infrequent occasions when we spoke.

Gina had a big personality -- always smiling and full of life. Her skin was very dark, and her body was as big as her personality. Huge tits, as well as a thick ass that rose too high on her body. Very much a stereotypical-looking black woman from Africa.

Gina saw me when I looked down toward her, and a big smile rose on her face. She waved and said hello (I think, I had earbuds in), her bright white teeth showing in contrast to the dark skin of her face.

Gina was typically very pretty, although who looks their best at the gym, sweating and with no make up on? She wore a baseball cap on this day, so her dark hair was not visible, although I knew it was a gorgeous head of braided hair.

I smiled and waved back, then turned my attention back to the timer on my treadmill and the TV show playing.

A few minutes later, my eyes were drawn to Gina, whose enormous tits were bouncing like beach balls under her shirt as she exercised. I was mesmerized as I stared at them, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of her strides on the elliptical machine.

I don't know how long I stared -- five seconds or five minutes. I was hypnotized by the sight and I didn't have my wits about me as I watched. All I could picture was those babies bouncing free as she rode on top of me.

I snapped out of it at some point, and panicked as I realized I was staring. I looked at Gina's face, and her smile was beaming as wide as ever as she looked right at me. I was clearly busted and she was loving it. I was about to mouth an apology, when her eyes looked down toward my crotch and she raised her eyebrows.

I realized I had a hard-on and that it was sticking out proudly in my tight gym shorts. I adjusted it a bit and looked back at Gina, who not-so-subtly licked her lips.

Embarrassed, I stopped my run a bit early and made my escape, nodding to Gina as I did so. I went into a quiet, little-known auxiliary room in the back corner of the building where they had jump ropes and some mats for stretching, and I continued working out in solitude, laughing at myself for getting busted.

Five or so minutes later, the door to the auxiliary room cracked open, and Gina's head popped inside. She smiled again when she saw me, then entered and closed the door behind her. It was obvious that she had taken off her sports bra, as her giant black tits were almost visible through the thin material of her tee shirt.

She approached me, stopping a few feet away so as not to get hit by the swinging jump rope. Gina stood and watched me for a minute or so, and finally I stopped jumping and held the rope in my hands.

"I'm so sorry Gina, I didn't mean to be staring at you."

Through a big smile and thick accent, I think she said, "You weren't staring at me. You were staring at my teets."

I nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Do not be sorry, I'm flattered. Would you like to see them?"

I nodded again, my mouth going a bit dry.

Gina lifted her shirt up over her head and off, her giant tits flopping as they were freed from confinement. Our eyes locked as she moved her hands up under them and pushed them together, then let them flop back down. She did this several times, massaging her tits in a variety of ways while I stared at her.

I'm not sure how it happened, because neither of us suggested it, but we walked over to one of the yoga mats on the floor in the corner of the room. Gina laid down on her back, and I stood over her, finally removing my shorts. My cock was rock hard and stood out proudly.

Gina mumbled something in her native language as she sat up and grabbed it, stroking it a few times until a drop of precum formed at the tip. Gina milked my cock with her hands, gathering up as much precum as she could, then laid back and smeared it between her tits.

Message received, I thought, as I straddled her upper torso, a knee on either side of her. Gina pushed her big tits together and with a lustful look invited me to fuck her tits.

I moved my cock into the crevice between her tits, made slick by the precum Gina had smeared there. My cock disappeared as she enveloped the flesh of those amazing black mammaries around my shaft. I began moving back and forth, and with each stroke, the head of my dick would appear and disappear between those globes.

Gina was talking to me in her thick accent, "yessss, fuck my teets with your big cahck, give mamma some cume in my hoongry mout."

Occasionally when my head poked through, Gina's pink tongue would come out and lick the tip. On one such occasion, I stopped thrusting and shifted up a bit, allowing her to suck the head and the first few inches of my shaft into her mouth. She tongued around the rim and sucked on the hole to slurp up some precum, and then I dropped my balls into her mouth, tea bag style.

The additional lubrication was exactly what I needed to finish the job. Getting back between her tits, I increased my pace. Gina watched me intently, and must have seen the look in my eyes as I approached my climax.

"Yessss, cume on mamma."

I unloaded on her, the first shot getting her right in the mouth, followed by the next two as well. Then as my volume decreased, the remaining load hit her cheeks and chin. I pulled back and shot the rest of my load onto her big black tits as she licked her lips and rubbed my white cream into her coal-black skin.

"American boys so dirty," she said as she milked the remaining semen out of my shaft. "Love to cume on woman."

Her bright smile told me that I had given her some satisfaction, even if I didn't get her off in any way. Nonetheless, I felt like I should offer.

"Would you like to go back to my house so I can take care of you?"

Gina shook her head. "No, I no cheat on Joe. He a gute man and he take care of my poosy. But he no cume on my face or in my mout. Tank you. I see on American sex videos. Maybe you do again sometime?"

As I pulled my shorts on, I said, "Sure Gina, any time."

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