The Illicit Workout

Jamie looked on as Bethany curled a set of twenty-five-pound dumbbells, exhaling with each rep. He looked at her with the same love he did on the day they were married. He adored his wife, he loved her long raven hair, her well-defined shoulders, and her toned body. She would often joke about having a small chest but to Jamie it was always a perfect handful, she always knew how eye-catching her ass was though, and took the effort to flaunt it.

He was always proud of his wife's devotion to her fitness, it was always something that attracted him to her, not just her desirable body, but her dedication to her passion. Jamie was mostly there for moral support, he did the workouts, but never pushed himself as she could. He was happy to be there with her and support her, and she was happy to have him.

Jamie was a slender man, his body was a little less defined, but he had trouble putting any weight or muscle on, no matter how much he ate or how hard he followed his wife's strict diet. Bethany was happy with his figure though, it was never an issue for her, she loved him for who he was, his charm, his sense of humor, and best of all his dexterous tongue.

Bethany had been around, the little boost of testosterone she had from lifting weights did wonders for her sex drive, and out of all the men she had been with no one could make her cum as her husband's tongue could. She described it to her friends as orally gifted. Something that Jamie took great pride in. Lucky enough for Jamie he felt the same way about Bethany's oral skills, he never had an issue with cumming early, however when his wife tried, she could make him explode in her mouth with sublime ease.

"One more set?" Bethany asked.

Lately, Jamie's work has been taking more and more out of him, he wanted to maintain what little discipline he had for the gym, but it was a challenge. He'd work from the crack of dawn till the evening and still, he felt like Bethany expected him to keep up; this is true in a sense, Bethany didn't care if he wasn't making leaps and strides to become a world-class bodybuilder, but it was all about the effort, the ambition. She noticed that he was slipping, and tried to motivate him but he was distant, and it was a major turn-off for the younger woman.

The lack of gym time for Jamie ultimately led to Bethany attending by herself. Jamie was a little relieved at first, he could relax after work without having to stress about getting to the gym with her. However, in time Jamie started to notice things here and there, a flipped-over phone, and a few gym partners that would look at her, but never approach her when he was there.

Jamie didn't want to push the subject; trust was always a major win for them. They never had to worry about unfaithfulness, although something ate away at Jamie. This only made him pull himself further away, he distanced himself because he was so busy living these horrific fantasies of her seeing someone else out in his head. Naturally, Bethany noticed this, and despite her being a faithful wife, she felt neglected and pushed away.

That's when a man approached Bethany when she was at the gym alone on one eventful evening. Bethany's hair was in a ponytail, she a had shine of sweat on her and she was wearing a tight pair of booty shorts. Her music was keeping her amped up as she finished her last squat of the day.

Bethany jumped when a man gave her a few taps on her shoulder, as she turned her head, she saw a dark-skinned muscular man with at least half a foot on her. She recognized the man from the gym in the past, he helped boost her confidence a couple of times when she saw his eyes lingering longer than they should. She pulled a headphone off to hear what the handsome stranger was saying, "Huh, sorry?"

"I said, are you going to be much longer?" He asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh! Shoot, yeah that's my last one, sorry I can't hear anything with the metal blasting," Bethany answered.

"Metal huh? I would have figured you for a hip-hop girl."

"And whys that?" she asked.

"Well," his eyes darted down to her plump backside, "You've def got the equipment for it."

Bethany let out an involuntary laugh at the bold statement; she had a go-to when a guy would hit on her, she'd flash her ring, but she takes it off at the gym. She figured she would humor him. After all, there was nothing wrong with a little harmless fun, "Oh yeah? And what equipment is that?" she teased.

"That fine ass," he said as he bit his lower lip, "You got a fat ass girl."

Bethany couldn't hide her surprise at his bluntness. She couldn't deny the flattery though, "So your logic is that because I have a fat ass, I must love rap music?"

"Well shit, don't break the logic of my compliments down girl," the man said smiling, "I'm Isaac by the way."

They shook hands, Bethany was impressed by his large hands, they dwarfed hers and his grip was firm but not unpleasant, "Bethany, or Beth. Listen, I don't want to ruin your day, but I'm married."

"What? That little white dude I saw you with last week?" Isaac asked with a façade of disbelief.

Bethany nervously chuckled, "Yeah, that sounds like him."

"Well what's he doing letting you come here in them shorts by yourself?"

"He's working really long hours, he usually joins me but- "

"But nothing, I'd never let my girl leave the house in those," he said, looking at Beth's legs with hungry eyes.

"Let?" Bethany said with a smile, "Don't you think that's a little old-school?"

Isaac laughed and took another step toward Bethany, "If I owned that ass, everyone would know it," he stated standing tall over her.

Bethany swallowed hard, she hadn't been intimated or flattered in a while, and it wasn't an entirely unwelcome feeling for the neglected wife. She replied in a hushed tone, "And how exactly would everyone know it?"

"When you get a piece of me, you'll want everyone to know it," Isaac confidently answered, "What's your Instagram? I'm going to hit you up later."

Bethany answered without hesitation, the man clicked away on his phone until Bethany heard an audible 'ding' from her headphones. After which Bethany scurried off, she still had a few exercises left but at that point, she just needed to get out of there. Her heart was racing, she blew an exhale to cool herself off on the way to the locker room, she quickly grabbed her gear and hopped into her car to return home. When she reached her parking lot her curiosity finally caved, and she pulled out her phone. She opened the notification and allowed Isaac to follow her, something she didn't take lightly, she had a few select hundred. Mostly because her Instagram tended to get a little racy, nothing explicit, just classy boudoir shoots and shots of her body at milestones she's reached.

She opened his profile, pleased to see that it wasn't private. She was a little taken aback by the number of his followers, he was pushing six figures; it became apparent that Isaac was a professional bodybuilder. Almost all his pictures were shirtless, he was proud to display his muscular physique, from his defined pecs to V-cut abdominals. Bethany admired while sitting in her dead silent hatchback, she felt her temperature rise substantially before pulling her eyes off the screen and stepping out of the car.

The next few weeks were uneventful as always. Jamie stayed dedicated to his work, slowly drifting away from his love. Bethany kept hitting the gym as usual, when she wasn't studying her online university courses. Her morning routine switched to the evening in a shameful hope of running into Isaac again, but she didn't have any luck, or perhaps it was lucky that she wasn't running into him.

Jamie withdrew ever more as time went on, after he stopped going to the gym with Beth, he started to lose confidence in himself. He assumed she wanted someone jacked and motivated, something he wasn't at the time. His jealousy over little things turned into anger, but Jamie never had the confidence to call her out on it, so it just stewed, festering worse every day.

The couple barely talked to each other, and the days of blissful and generous oral seemed all but over. Eventually, they began to argue over little things until one evening when it all seemed to blow up in their faces. To clear his head, Jamie stormed out of their apartment one evening. Bethany was left distraught and alone, in frustration she opened Isaac's Instagram profile. She noticed something that she missed previously; the man had a link leading to an explicit website that was full of pictures of him stark naked.

It was clear to Beth that this was a pay-to-view site. Bethany was never one for pornography, but if she met the star in person, she would only be supporting a friend, and she'd admit -albeit with shame- that she was dreadfully curious if the racist stereotypes were true. She quickly punched her payment info in while checking over her shoulder, as if someone from her balcony could peer into her phone screen while she relaxed on the couch.

After accessing the members-only page Bethany was in absolute shock. She was greeted with the sight of Isaac standing proud, his body was oiled up and each striation shined on his dark skin. In between his muscular thighs, a massive nine-inch semi-erect cock hung. Bethany bit her lip, that was probably the biggest thing she had ever seen, she wasn't particularly fond of big men, her ex was seven inches and sometimes it was uncomfortable for her, so when she met Jamie and learned of his tongue skills, she fell in love. However, there was no denying the sight, the man was built like a god.

Her adventure delved deeper as she clicked on the tab that read 'videos'. Her shock doubled when she what content he specialized in. Consensual non-consent, BDSM, Rough, Cuckold, and Degrading, were all among the categories he offered. Her thumb seemed to click on the Consensual non-consent tab on its own, the video at the top played a preview of the six-foot tall black man ravaging a smaller white girl, he kept his hand over her mouth and tore at her clothes with his free hand. Soon he had her pinned against a pool table, he pushed her head against the green felt and pulled out his stiff cock.

Bethany's free hand wandered over her body, working its way in between her legs. Her lips were wet from the animalistic video, she felt guilty watching it, she felt like it must have been real because the struggle was so well acted. As Bethany traced her lips, she watched Isaac push his thick member into the young blonde woman. He kept her head pressed down and bucked into her. She screamed that he was too big, and for him to stop, even resorting to yelling racial slurs at the man.

It only seemed to motivate him, every curse would be followed with a spank, a spit, or a slap. Beth hadn't been this aroused in what felt like years, her gentle caress turned into a frantic circle on her swollen clit. Images flashed through her head as she listened to the copulation. She wished Jamie was there to take advantage of his tongue, but he didn't show any interest in her for so long that she realized that it would be fruitless. Her mind wandered into being on the pool table and having Isaac buck into her like she was a common whore.

Bethany almost didn't hear the jingle of the keys outside the door through the loud lewd sounds playing from her phone. She pulled her hand out of her pants, frantically turned the volume down, and closed out her internet.

Jamie walked into the living room, he noticed the flustered look on Beth's face, but he felt defeated and apologized for his outburst. They halfway forgave each other and agreed to move on. The rest of the evening was typical, aside from the immoral wetness between Beth's legs and the urge to reopen her phone and continue her journey.

The next day went on as normal for Beth, Jamie was working late like normal, and Bethany finished her coursework in the late afternoon. She tried to distract herself with chores but fell short when a notification dinged on her phone. Bethany opened it up to find that Isaac had liked four of her posts on Instagram. All of which were revealing, he even commented a set of heart eyes and fire emojis on one that happened to show off her toned back and firm underwear-clad backside.

That spurred on another journey to his website, she watched a particular vicious video for a few minutes before having to pull herself away. He was doing something to her that no other man had in a long time. It was as if he was extracting a primal instinct hidden away within her.

Bethany hopped into the shower to cool off and prep for her evening gym trip. Her routine took a little longer than normal, deep down she was hoping to see Isaac, and for him to see her. She even made sure to put on some perfume. Her normal workout ponytail turned into a lovely Dutch fishtail braid. She pulled on some extra tight black booty shorts and a tank top that showed off her midriff. She threw on a black ballcap, looking as good as she did there was no way he could miss her she thought to herself.

Despite her wishes, there was no sign of her secret porn-star crush. Her workout felt lacking, she kept it up if she could with no motivation and no Isaac in sight. However, the sun had set some time ago and Jamie was no doubt wondering where she was, so she resigned and decided to head back, after all, she could always watch some videos after Jamie crashed.

She was fortunate that the parking garage was still warm despite being early into the fall. Her sneakers let her walk quietly to her car without attracting unwanted attention. It wasn't a dangerous neighborhood, but the garage was a little sketchy with it lacking security cameras or proper lighting.

She unlocked her car door before hearing an intimidating voice come from behind her, "Where you runnin' off to girl?"

Bethany jumped a little, startled she turned around and saw the familiar face of Isaac, wearing basketball shorts and a tank top, glistening with sweat, "Oh, hey you," she said, trying to be casual.

"You've got quite the catalog on Instagram," Isaac said as he closed the distance with Beth, "No doubt had my imagination running wild."

"Oh stop. Your catalog is leagues ahead of mine."

"Good to know you've been lookin', how deep did you look?" Isaac said with a sly smile.

Bethany's blush was telling enough for the man, "Ah, so you liked what you saw then? What'd you click on first? Oh, wait no let me guess."

Isaac placed a hand on his chin, imitating a thinking man befitting a statue, "Something tells me... the rough stuff."

"Ahh" Bethany laughed nervously, "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," she said as she crossed her arms.

"Oh I bet you don't," Isaac said as he stepped closer to her, he was almost on top of her, her heart picked up its pace, and she could feel his warm breath on the goosebumps he was giving her.

Isaac grabbed her by the throat, "You wanna tell me to stop? Go ahead."

The man leaned in and kissed the young woman on her luscious lips, she couldn't kiss back, she was petrified with fear and excitement. His tongue pushed its way in between her lips and his large hand squeezed down on her neck. She attempted to push him off her but when her hands pressed against his chiseled chest the effort was sapped. Her hands remained on his chest and soon they slid up and wrapped around his shoulders. Bethany returned the man's impassioned kiss. She moaned in pleasure when his grip tightened on her neck, nearly taking the air out of her.

Isaac finally got his paws on her delicious ass, and it wasn't disappointing him. It was deceptively firm for how large it was, then again, he saw what she could do on the squat rack. Without warning he broke away; he released his grip and pushed her to her knees with both hands.

"You know what to do slut," and she did. Bethany flicked the off switch in the morality part of her brain. She was a young woman who needed attention and her husband wasn't providing that, if some head in a parking garage is all it would take to get it out of her system, then there's no harm in that.

She was at eye level with the massive bulge in his basketball shorts, with great anticipation she reached into his waistband and pulled. His cock sprang free and smacked her in her agape mouth. It was clean-shaven, and it looked big on her phone, but this was something else entirely. It was a perfect piece of meat, she estimated it at nine inches long, girthy enough that her hands wouldn't wrap around it. It had a bead of precum leaking from the tip and Bethany savored the taste as her tongue lapped it up with glee.

Her expert mouth embraced the member, she took the head into her mouth and slid a few inches of the shaft down her throat with ease. Her tongue danced in circles around the head and her dainty fingers massaged the heavy balls that hung under him. The man let out a guttural moan, "Fuck, you know what you're doing, now stretch that throat out you little whore."

Isaac grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pushed into her mouth, he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, she tried to hold it down, but even with all her skill at sucking cock, they were never this big. She coughed and pushed him off, spitting onto his dick and the concrete floor.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that," without warning he slipped his cock back into her mouth and pushed, this time when she pushed him off, he pushed back, keeping her head held down for even longer. When he let her go, she bounced off his cock and let globs of spit fall to the floor as she loudly coughed.

"Yeah, you like that, bet your bitch ass husband just lays back," he continued to fuck her throat, sliding in and out, holding her down without mercy until her pierced nose touched his sweaty abs. Bethany couldn't deny the thrill of the experience, she felt like one of his co-stars, warming him up for what comes next. She was also a little impressed that she hadn't made him finish yet, most men, especially her husband, don't last long in her mouth. He was also right, Jamie usually just lay back and let her do the work, which never bothered her, but she didn't realize what she was missing until now.

He kept fucking her wet mouth until she could take it with ease, his heavy balls slapped against her chin slapping around her saliva until he eventually let go of her head.

Without words, he grabbed her armpits and pulled her to her feet like she weighed nothing. He turned her around and with one motion slammed her head into the hood of her car. He grabbed her waistband and ripped it down with one hand while the other kept her head held down. The smell of her arousal was apparent to anyone in the area, she expected to feel his tongue on her, but he kept her there as he lined his slick manhood with her dripping sex.

Unceremoniously he pushed into her. He could feel her pussy trying its hardest to accommodate the much larger member, but he still had difficulty. Bethany had never felt anything like him. He was the largest she had taken by a longshot. It wasn't until he slid the head into her that she began to feel some discomfort from the size. Beth tried to tell him to slow down but he kept her head pressed firmly into the hood of the cold steel. He slowed down, inching himself into her. Slowly her groans of discomfort began to melt into moans of pleasure, and Isaac took that as his green light. He pulled back and began fucking her with deliberate slow strokes. His free hand slapped her firm ass while he maintained his torturously slow pace.

What neither of them knew was that they had a voyeur. Jamie got off work a little earlier than planned, he had hoped to use this free time to rekindle things with his distant love. When he got home, he noticed his absent wife, he could only assume she was at the gym, but to Jamie's dismay, he noticed that the washroom smelled like her perfume, and her straightener and other makeup kit were also left out.