What follows is the accurate report of an event which occurred roughly in 2007, and that my wife Linda confessed me only four weeks ago.
(I added just a few marginal details, to make the story flow better. Also the dialogue is mine, but it reflects exactly what Linda told me).
I am a cuckold wannabe.
My wife Linda - in spite of my efforts - has always been a very shy girl and never accepted to enter the hot-wife lifestyle.
Linda is still very attractive, and I know that over the years many, many guys attempted her virtue while I was deployed overseas.
Perhaps they succeeded once, may be twice, perhaps they never did... who knows?
Perhaps a girl convinced her, eventually.
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Both Linda and Isabel are cute ladies.
Linda is a very attractive, slim, natural blonde, with a stunning pair of shapely legs. Her only flaw is that her breasts, after feeding two kids, are not as prosperous as they used to be. Not too bad, though...
Isabel is a petite brunette, with a bit of an Italian look. She is slightly younger than Linda, and at the times of this story she was in her mid-thirties. Isabel's legs are even better than Linda's, and she likes showing them off, as she often wears breathtaking skirts (not as short as I would like), nylons and heels.
Both ladies work out methodically and are perfectly fit.
Isabel runs a fashion boutique downtown, of which Linda has been a regular client for years.
I cannot say that they are real friends, but indeed there is a good feeling between the two girls, in spite Linda and Isabel have totally different temperament and an opposite attitude to enjoying life. Actually, I found that Isabel has had a strong influence on Linda, years ago, when I used to be deployed quite often.
Isabel works out at her boutique, during lunch breaks, with the help of a personal trainer.
I have never seen the guy. Linda only told me that he is "quite handsome", without further details. As I know Linda's taste, I can imagine that he is fit and well-built, not necessarily tall but well proportioned, his skin tanned all the yearlong, dazzling white teeth, absolutely not a body builder, but with strong, sculpted muscles, which forms are enhanced by his tight outfit.
Isabel insisted many times that Linda should have tried at least one session with him, to experience how good he was, but Linda had always turned down her offer. In reality she was tempted, but also intimidated because she knew that Isabel was actually forcing her to become a client of that guy, which was not in Linda's plans. Linda had been working out without any assistance whatsoever for years, so she didn't see the need to have a personal trainer.
One day Isabel knew that she would have been busy with a couple of salesmen during break, but instead of canceling the appointment with her trainer, she managed to convince my wife to experiment working out at the boutique with him, at Isabel's expense.
If Linda has a weakness, that is that she is unable to say "No", especially when pressed. Besides she was sincerely curious to test how much effective a personal trainer could be in helping you working out. So she accepted - although doubtfully.
At the agreed time, Linda showed up at the boutique. It was February, so over her usual T-shirt and compression shorts, she had a jumpsuit and a down jacket over it. In addition, since it was very cold, Linda had also put on -- as she often does in wintertime -- a pair natural color pantyhose under her shorts.
After a short introduction, Isabel turned to the two salesmen, while the trainer asked Linda to join him downstairs, in the shop's storage room.
In spite the space was little, stuffed with new clothes and items packages, Isabel had set up a nice small gym in the basement, with a few home gym machines and a bench in the middle.
The equipment was not new, but looked very well maintained and perfectly clean.
The Trainer made Linda start with some simple warm-up exercises, after which she removed her jumpsuit.
Then they went through a full series of exercises to check Linda's limits.
The Trainer looked very professional, while showing Linda the correct position for each exercise and explaining her how he intended to conduct the session.
They continued with series of exercises to strengthen Linda's arms, abdominals and legs.
Meanwhile the Trainer was keen in lessen the tension that was visibly affecting my bashful wife, and managed to relax her and establish an atmosphere of growing empathy. He was not openly flirtatious, but here and there he jokingly made some comments that pleased Linda and made her feel cuddled. He even slightly touched her arms and legs, a few times, with the excuse of showing her how to be more effective. I can imagine that it caused some quavers and perhaps embarrassment in Linda, who is totally inexperienced with men and didn't know how to react: that was part of the web that the Trainer was weaving around his prey.
They were almost done, when the Trainer recognized that Linda was very fit indeed (as I told you, she is actually very fit), and he suggested to spend the remaining time on more demanding exercises.
Still jokingly, the trainer challenged Linda to make fifteen repetitions of a certain exercise at the lat machine: if she did so she gained a bonus. With three bonuses she had the right for a further free training session with him.
Linda eagerly succeeded and gained her first bonus.
She was then asked to lay down on the bench and make fifteen repetitions of a crunch exercise. She rapidly gained her second bonus. Seemed enthralling ...
Next exercise was equally easy: still fifteen crunches, but on a Swiss Ball instead of the bench. If she made it, she would gain her third, and final, bonus; but if she didn't make it, this time she had to pay a small forfeit.
It looked so easy that Linda accepted without any hesitation, but after ten crunches she had to admit -- to her surprise -- that she was so tired, that her task was much more difficult than expected.
Eventually, when she had completed thirteen crunches, she lost her balance, the Swiss Ball almost flipped: Linda gave up and faced the forfeit.
She anxiously awaited her sentence for a few seconds, which seemed to last hours.
His voice softly broke the silence: "You should now remove your compression shorts."
Linda swallowed as she felt a sudden trill, a mix of acute excitement and equally intense embarrassment, but was kind of relieved to hear that, since she feared some tougher punishment.
Linda confessed me that she knew that the Trainer had already noticed that under those tight shorts she was wearing nothing but her pantyhose, and had had the impression that he was curious to check it out.
(Did I say "No panties"? Yes, no panties! She usually does so... She finds that those marks caused by the panties ' elastic bands are ugly (whilst I find them lovely). For the same reason she only wears seamless pantyhose ... (Women's vanity!). But usually she works out only with girls, no boys allowed; it is not with a
male
personal trainer...).
Linda reluctantly accomplished her task, removed her shorts, put them aside and sat on the bench trying to keep her knees as tighten as possible.
"Do you think you can try one more exercise?" he asked, smiling teasingly "It will be only ten crunches, only ten, on the bench. No Swiss Ball, this time. You are not obliged, Linda: if you don't feel comfortable just tell, and we will call it a day. And if you make it, I will gift you an extra: an entry pass for seven tanning bed sessions at my gym."
"That's not bad! But what if try and I don't make it?"
"That's a surprise... " the Trainer replied with a devilish sneer "Remember! You are not obliged!"
But Linda was already trapped in his web: "Yes, I think I can make it"
"Sure you can!" he said enthusiastically "but to do so I must ask you to lay down and spread your legs, as you did before". While saying this he accompanied her head to let it rest on the bench and with a slow movement he pushed her knees apart.
