I have a strange secret that I have tripped myself up into. The thing is I am married to a perfect husband. He is considerate, lovely, wants only the best for me and over the course of our long time together he has been an incredible lover.
During our life together we have shared many fantasies especially about threesomes with another guy but I have always drawn the line at moving it to reality. He tells me how much he would love to see me being fucked by another guy and although the thought has helped me cum many times as he was fucking me I have always told him in the cold light of day that I wouldn't do it.
That's not to say we haven't come close a few times. There was a night a young guy I had befriended brought his girlfriend to dinner and whilst I was preparing in the kitchen he left his GF talking to D and kissed the back of my neck and told me how much he wanted to fuck me. I laughed him off but was so horny later I think I came before D had even started fucking me.
The next time was when a 20 yo gay guy introduced us to his boyfriend who made it clear he loved going both ways and they were both so cute that D and I decided that we would invite them back for a drink but a family emergency meant the moment passed.
Both of these events were a few years ago and although the fantasies continued I told D he would just have to live with the fact that they would stay just that. Hot fantasies. It hasn't stopped him asking but I was absolutely adamant.
Then three years ago D suddenly had to have some heart surgery. It knocked both of us for six. One week he seemed well, the next he was in a hospital bed recovering from surgery. Of course sex was the last thing on our minds.
That was fine for a few weeks but after a couple of months I was getting frustrated. D held me one night and apologized and suggested that I find a young guy to "take care of business" til he was back performing again. I gave him such a serve. It was out of the question. Totally and completely. I was not doing it. We had a major argument and I left him in no doubt that his suggestion was not anything I would consider as a very happily married woman in my 60s.
D gracefully gave up and to this day hasn't dared mention it again.
That's where the problem started. A few days after the argument I got a call from my personal trainer. She was taking a few weeks off and had organized a friend to cover for her. He was happy to train me but at his gym rather than my normal gym. I wrote the details down and didn't think too much about it.
Wednesday came and I drove to the new gym which was in an inner city side street and as went up the stairs. I asked for my new PT and the guy behind the counter called a young guy over. He was about six foot tall and very cute and fit looking. Not a huge bodybuilder but definitely lifted a lot of weights to look like that.
He smiled as he shook my hand and introduced himself. I took in the room and realized I was the only female amongst about six or seven men all of whom looked like bodybuilders.
Neil followed my eyes and laughed. "Don't worry, we don't expect you to start pumping iron just yet."
I laughed. "Not sure that's my forte, I'm more a bike or rowing machine workout girl."
"Well, come this way and we'll see what we can do to help with that."
He led me into a smaller room where there were a few bikes and cardio machines. "Fi says 15 mins cardio then we can do some weights to tighten you up. But you are looking pretty tight in the right places to me so we might push you a little on that, maybe some bench presses and shoulder stuff."
He had a lovely smile and a nice manner and I felt very relaxed that I was in safe hands. He pushed me harder on the bike than Fi normally does and I was starting to sweat after just a few minutes. He swapped me over to the rowing machine and pushed me a little more so I felt the perspiration between my breasts as I lent forward each time. I realized that I was pulling my shoulders back a little more than normal as he watched and my sports bra was helping my breasts to look younger and firmer each time I leant back. Neil watched with a smile in his eyes.
"Nice," was all he said and he could have been referring to my style or my tits but He took my hand to help me up and then got some weights for me to lift.
He stood behind me and reached around to adjust my grip on the bar. Did his hand stay that fraction long on mine? Get a grip I thought. He is maybe twenty three and you are forty three years older than him. He is just helping the old woman stay fit and flirting to keep a customer.
When I finished he moved me to the lat pull down and lined me up. I was about ten reps in when I felt a twinge in my neck. I made a noise of pain and Neil quickly took the weight from me. "Too heavy?" he asked.
"Just felt a twinge in my neck." He locked the machine and put his fingers on my neck, "here?" He asked.
"Yeah," I moved my head. "Just stay still, let me rub it out," his fingers quickly relaxed the muscle but his touch was stirring something up lower down. "That's lovely," I said.
"I think we might have overdone it. How about we just do some stretching to finish." I agreed but as soon as I moved my neck the pain was back. "Okay," said Neil, He motioned me into a room to one side which contained a massage table. "Lie on the bench and I'll see if we can work that pain out."
I lay face down and his hands started their work, it immediately felt better and as he rubbed there were tingles shooting straight to my clit. I had to work really hard not to groan or move my legs. I hadn't been touched by a young guy for many many years and it was very erotic.
"Would you be uncomfortable if I undid your bra so I can get into the top of your back?' Neil asked. I was surprised but he was very good so I reached back to undo it. "No I'll do it, just relax."
There was no fumble, the catches were undone and my bra hung free and he continued to rub.
