Just Say Yes

Wednesday morning I expected to open my eyes to another folded card on my husband's pillow, but to my surprise I found a small gift bag instead. I stretched and opened it, not surprised to find another skimpy outfit for today. Mark, of course, knew my weekly routines pretty well, and he knew that Mondays and Wednesdays (typically Fridays as well, but we had both taken this Friday off to celebrate our anniversary) I started my day at the gym. He knew that I enjoyed teasing the men there, and lately he knew that I had been teasing one specific man, Steven, whenever we were there together. Tuesdays and Thursdays I went in later, but today I would be there at the same time as Steven, assuming his schedule hadn't changed.

I blushed as I remembered our latest interaction; while usually we didn't see each other two days in a row, he had seen... quite a lot of me yesterday. My husband and I had rediscovered a game from early in our marriage, called "just say yes"; the name explained the game. Yesterday after a very inappropriate day with a young pastor and an exciting trip to the hardware store, I had passed Steven as I was checking into the gym. While working out I often made sure he could see my underwear through my clothing, but yesterday at my husband's direction I had been obscenely unbuttoned and fairly uncovered in a red lingerie jumpsuit. It had only been a glance, but I was both excited and nervous to see if Steven would mention it today.

I opened up the small gift bag, and I did indeed find a small folded card which was a match to the ones from the previous day. The "just say yes" was in black today, and a small piece of fabric in the bag matched the font's color. I pulled out a set of black gym wear from the bag, and smiled at Mark's thoughtfulness. He knew that the gym time was important to me, both physically and mentally, and encouraging me with little gifts like this was just like him.

Of course, he was a man, so it was also just like him that the gym attire in question was a very small set of shorts, and a bra that likely would have looked adorable on a flat-chested gym girl. I was far from flat-chested, and as I held the sports bra to my chest I tried to picture how much would be revealed. I dug through the bag to find one more item- a short handwritten note from my husband.

"I'm stuck in meetings most of the day, but I hope you know I'm thinking of you." Sweet. "Specifically, I'm going to be thinking about you teasing all the boys at your gym in this skimpy outfit. Now, while I can't text you reminders all day, our rule still applies. And... for today and tomorrow, from me at least- no limits."

Huh. No limits... I thought back over the last few days, and how much our play had involved the idea of others. Other men, specifically, and how excited Mark had been at the thought of other men having sex with me. Although it wasn't like I was going to go out and find an orgy (on a Wednesday morning, no less), the thought of "no limits" intrigued me. I was still thinking about that as I pulled on the tiny workout set and checked myself out in the mirror. I knew that Mark had said he couldn't text, but I figured I'd send him a nice set of pictures for whenever he actually did have a break, starting with one of me in this ridiculous outfit. Or lack thereof.

The shorts were what could only be described as booty shorts, showing most of my thigh and cupping my ass nicely in the back. I often teased the men at my gym by wearing a bright thong to show through my yoga pants, and today I selected a neon yellow one which I hoped would show through the shorts as well. I took a few shots of my ass in the mirror, and selected the best one to send to my husband. The top did a better job of covering my breasts than I thought it would, but with my fairly generous rack it was still far from tame. It wouldn't get me kicked out of the gym, but it would raise some eyebrows for sure. I pulled down the strap of fabric in the middle, pushing my tits together for the camera, and sent that one off as well. My phone buzzed, but it was just my alarm reminding me that I was late for the gym. I laced up my shoes and headed off, excited to tease in my new outfit.

Traffic was light, and I actually got to the gym early in spite of my relaxed start. I warmed up casually, using the mirrors to see how many men took more than a subtle interest in my revealed legs, midriff, and especially my breasts. Of course, those were the hardest to stare at surreptitiously, but the few men bold enough to try were rewarded with a smile and a wink. Hopefully not what they expected. I went through my workout normally, saving the squat rack for last because that was usually where Steven and I interacted. Although we didn't talk much, Steven was what I would call my gym crush, and I strongly suspected that I was his. We made sure to work out near each other a few times per week, and he made no secret of checking me out (nor I of checking him out). He was tall and blonde, the opposite of my Mark in a lot of ways, and although he typically wore a baggy shirt and loose shorts, I had a suspicion that his chest and his abs were quite pronounced underneath. He certainly lifted an impressive amount of weight, and although he didn't show off on purpose his broad shoulders did a lot of the talking for him.

Our timing was coincidentally perfect, and as I finished up the last exercise before my squats and headed to the rack, Steven walked through the door towards me. I got butterflies in my stomach as I replayed Mark's notes from this morning- "just say yes" and "no limits". My gym crush was wearing shorts that were tighter than normal today, and I made no secret of gazing over his bulge, his arms, and his chest as he walked towards me. He smiled and took in my new outfit as well, his eyebrows raised in what I hoped was appreciation.

I stepped up to the squat rack as he took his normal bench behind me, and my breathing quickened both with the exertion and with the knowledge that his eyes were certainly on me. I always went low on my squats when he was around, and today was no exception- "ass to the grass" was in full effect today. I was confident that my thong would show through on each deep squat, and I was rewarded after my first set when I turned around and saw that he was already bulging in his shorts slightly. I waited while he benched more than my body weight, and pictured how easy it would be to slide my hand right up his thigh, inside his shorts. He racked the bar and sat up, grinning because he had caught me staring at his bulge. His cock twitched inside his shorts, and I found myself unconsciously licking my lips.

"Missed you." His voice startled me.

"Yeah?" I flirted back. "We worked out Monday."

"Yeah, but we didn't talk," he responded. We didn't really talk often. "And after yesterday..."

"What about yesterday?" I tried to play it cool, knowing that he was replaying my outfit in his mind.

"Let's just say I've been thinking about you."

"Mmm," I turned and stepped back into the rack, then called over my shoulder. "Which outfit do you like better?"

I was trying to throw him off his game, but I heard the clank of weights behind me as he also continued his workout. We finished our set together, both panting from heavy weight and sexual tension.

"Well, your ass looks phenomenal today." He winked. "I've always liked your legs, and it's nice to see more of them."

I blushed slightly- although I was proud of my tits and ass, the compliment to my legs caught me slightly off guard. If I was insecure about anything, it was probably them.

"But I have to admit that yesterday's view was..." he stared pointedly at my chest, "pretty spectacular."

We each went back to our exercises, a sheen of sweat developing on both of our bodies. I told him I had one set left, and he agreed to spot me if I would do him a similar favor. He came up behind me and the contrast in the mirror excited me in an entirely different way. He towered over me, and for the first time I realized that he could manhandle me in a way I had never experienced before. His hands danced on the side of my breasts, right where they should be for a squat spotter but grazing me more than was appropriate. I welcomed his touch, and the last few reps were difficult not because I was struggling physically but because I was struggling to keep focus. I kept thinking about what would happen if he literally picked me up and impaled me with that growing bulge in his shorts. I stumbled a bit re-racking the bar, and rested against his strong chest for just a second. He kissed me lightly on the top of the head, and then stepped back as if realizing he had crossed a boundary.

He retreated back to his bench for another set while I racked my weights, all the while repeating "just say yes, no limits" in my mind. We hadn't crossed any lines that Mark wouldn't approve of, except in my mind. As Steven sat up, I stood in front of him expectantly. My breasts were right at his eye level, and anyone observing us from a distance would see a gym couple, flirty and fit and engrossed in each other.

"How did you want me to spot you?" I looked at the weight he was lifting, which was more than my whole body weighed. "I doubt I can bail you out if that drops."

"I read this article," he replied, "about unorthodox workout methods. The researchers said that there was a 130% boost in strength when a guy was on bench press, and his girlfriend was straddling him."

"Oh really," I sipped my water as I thought. "And where's your girlfriend?"

"No girlfriend." He lay back down- maybe I had teased too hard. "Where's your husband?"

Before the moment could escape, I walked up and straddled him on the bench. I could feel his warm cock underneath me, and I teased his stomach with my fingernails, playing with the spot right above his waistband. A quick glance around the gym showed that we were safe, and I whispered "he wouldn't mind. We have a little game."

Apparently the researchers were right, because with me gently grinding on his pelvis, Steven easily lifted twelve reps, more than I had ever seen him do. He racked the bar with a grunt, and I slipped off of him, careful to let my fingers trail across the outline of his cock as I dismounted.

"That was fun," I grinned, then helped him rack his weights. We usually did one routine together, crossing paths briefly before I went to the locker room and he continued his workout. Today I hung back and stretched, more for the visual than the benefits, as he set up his next exercise.

"So..." he seemed uncertain where to start. "You really are married, but he really wouldn't mind?"

I smiled at him and didn't quite answer. "Give me your phone."

He handed it over unlocked, and I typed in my contact with the name "Gym Crush". He laughed as he read it, and texted me immediately. "Now you have mine", with a winky face.

In a sudden burst of bravery, I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my hand around his neck. I pulled his head to mine and gave him a ferocious kiss, our tongues playing with each other, feeling each other out for the first time. My hand slipped underneath his waistband, and I was delighted to find that my eyes hadn't deceived me. His cock, not fully hard but clearly not soft, was already thicker and longer than my husband's. I stroked him gently twice, then abruptly broke the kiss and skipped away before the rest of the gym called the cops on us. I heard him mutter "fuck" behind me, and my phone buzzed just a second later as I headed to the locker room. I forced myself not to check it until he was safely out of sight, then read his simple message.

"You're incredible." The butterflies in my stomach sent a tingle downward as well.

I stripped in the locker room, shocked by the creamy stain left in my panties. It looked like he had literally cum in me, just from the excitement of grinding on him like a horny teenager. These panties were ruined, and I absolutely loved it. I took a picture of them and sent it to my husband, hoping his meetings were going well but also hoping that he had enough time to be frustrated by the sexy pictures I was sending. The message went through, but I kept my phone out and considered texting Steven already. While I was considering, my husband's note popped into my head. "Just say yes."

I sent the picture to Steven as well, then took one more in the gym mirror. I was still naked, but I covered my nipples with one arm and moved close enough that my pussy wasn't in the shot. However... it was low enough that he could clearly see that I shaved if he zoomed in. I hoped he did. A noise in the hall startled me, and I jumped like a teenager caught smoking weed. I quickly threw my dirty gym clothes in my bag and dressed for the day, determined to leave before my heated body convinced me to drag Steven into the ladies' locker room and fuck his brains out. I knew that Mark had said no limits, but... that was a bit much. I sent the last picture, only to Steven this time, with a message that said "thanks for the workout." I tucked my phone into my pocket and refused to look at it until I was safely home.

It was a good thing I did, because if I had seen Steven's message on the road I probably would have flipped my car. He had sent a similar gym selfie back, with the caption "thanks for riding me." He looked amazing. He was shirtless, and his chest was simply incredible. His arms looked like he could do anything he wanted to me, and the chest press was certainly doing its job. The most amazing parts, however, were below that. His abs looked like something out of a nineties catalog, hard and defined and almost unbelievable. He had cropped his picture similar to mine, but the hint of a shaft was showing at the bottom of my screen, looking as thick as a coke can. The part that really made me drool was just to the side of that wonderful shaft- he had these deep V-lines, a sign of years in the gym, and I daydreamed about running first my hands and then my tongue up and down those lines until he grabbed me by the hair and forced his cock down my throat.

I raced to my bedroom and threw my clothes off immediately, overcome by the need to orgasm immediately. I pulled out my dildo and shoved it roughly into my pussy, surprised to find that it slid in easily from the day's excitement already. I fucked myself over and over again, pulling on my nipples and imagining it was him, until I was on the brink of orgasm. Only then did I look at my phone again, and saw another message. I almost didn't read it, afraid that my husband was going to tell me not to cum- that had become a frustrating pattern these last few days.

It was indeed Mark, but instead of a text it was a picture. He was stroking his cock, no doubt excited by my panties and the morning's pictures. I debated on how much to tell him, but decided it would be more fun to show him instead. I brought the dildo to my lips, and gave it a slow lick for my camera phone. I tasted sweet with a hint of saltiness, and wondered how my juices would taste combined with Steven's cum. Or how I had tasted last night, when Mark and I pretended he was eating another man's cum from my pussy.

I sent the picture to Mark and he replied immediately. "Oh fuck! Someone's excited?"

I texted back another picture, doing my best to show excitement with my eyes while I swallowed as much of the synthetic cock as I could. Mark replied quickly again.

"Steven?"

Fuck. I debated on how much to tell him, wondering if he would feel betrayed or excited. I settled on a simple "yes" while I tried to feel him out.

"Have you felt him yet?" Well, that was certainly direct. I figured there was no sense in hiding it now- based on his reaction yesterday, and his rock hard cock right now, there was no time like the present!

"I felt him in the gym today. He's big, babe."

Mark responded with another picture of his cock, harder than before and now leaking precum as he stroked. I guess that answered that.

"Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to cross any lines..." I texted to him. I did want to cross lines. All of them. But most of all, I wanted my husband- I loved him very deeply, and as fun as Steven and my other teases had been, I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize my marriage.

There was a bit of a pause before Mark replied, and I found myself thinking again about Steven's thick cock. I tried to picture it next to the dildo I had nicknamed after him, and realized that he was probably larger than what I had been fantasizing with. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, mimicking the position Steven and I had been in... yep. Steven was bigger than the toy.

My phone vibrated and I jumped, feeling guilty in spite of Mark's encouragement. After all, I was thinking about another man's thick, strong cock...

"I thought about your question last night. I never knew there was a name for it, but I was always excited when I thought about other men looking at you. Wanting you." I waited for another text, wishing we could have this conversation in person.

"I don't know if I could admit this face to face. But when we go out and I catch other men staring, or when you wear lingerie at church... when I think about you at the gym wearing those tight shorts... I get so hard." I spread my legs on the bed and snuck the dildo back into my pussy.

His next text made me twitch. "I know you like showing off, and I want to give you the most pleasure you can handle." I started to slide Steven in and out of my wet pussy, listening to the sounds of fucking fill the room. I pictured the real Steven over me, his massive chest and arms making me feel like a delicate flower, his cock making me feel like a woman. It was so much bigger than my husband's, and I started to imagine what it would be like to take such a large cock. It would hurt... but in the best ways.

"Babe?" Mark texted. I felt guilty- I hadn't responded, while he was pouring out his heart.

"I love you, Mark." I texted. "Anything else comes after that."

He seemed relieved, or at least I hoped he was. "Do you want to do more than... just touch? Another guy?"

Honesty seemed best. "Yes."

"I love you," he replied. "Tell me about Steven?" It was weird, replaying the whole scene by text, but I told him everything from the minute Steven entered the gym until his last picture, with screenshots and all. I realized that I hadn't sent my husband the second picture from the locker room, and I felt both guilty and excited to have something just for Steven. I pictured my husband zooming in, trying to catch a hint of his own wife's nipple from a conversation with another man.

Typing it all out made me incredibly wet, and by the time I had sent him the last message from Steven, my dildo was pistoning in and out of my pussy at a frantic pace. I stared at those V-lines, now in a message to my own husband, and thought about how nice they would feel slamming into my hips. I took a picture of the dildo now buried all the way in my pussy, and sent it to Mark with a caption that just said "now". I rubbed my clit and a mini-orgasm shivered through my body.

The next text wasn't from him, it was from Steven. Just seeing his name on my phone gave me another shiver, and I opened it quickly while I kept my other hand moving. It was a nice, innocent "hey", but scrolling up just a bit reminded me of our less innocent time at the gym, and of my husband's fantasy the other night of the gym's locker room. I pictured Steven behind me, a handful of my hair and his other strong hand spanking my ass while he filled me like I'd never been filled before. My knees on the bench, my tits swinging with every thrust, while my husband kissed me and Steven fucked me.

My pussy was on fire now, and I pumped the dildo in and out and rubbed my clit hard. I came harder than I ever had before, the image of two men burned into my head, and I thrashed around the bed with my dildo thrusting into my wet hole. I pulled it out and actually squirted, a sensation I'd never experienced before, the scent of sex and the sound of my wet pussy filling the room. My orgasm ripped through me and left me spent, wasted on the bed, fully naked and more relaxed even than the previous few nights of marital bliss.