It was late, and the gym was sparsely populated when my wife Amanda arrived.
She and her partner of the day had chosen this time to meet for that specific reason. My wife was wearing a bright pink tank top that contrasted sharply with her heathered-gray yoga pants. What was similar about her top and bottom, however, was the way the fabric stretched her body, accentuating every curve and her best physical attributes.
Amanda spotted Jansen very easily. It was hard to miss him, he was tall and a hulk of a man, standing well over 6 feet with the broadest shoulders she had ever seen. Jansen had long wavy blonde hair and deep penetrating blue eyes. Powerful muscles rippled under his t-shirt and shorts whenever he moved, and Amanda couldn't help but smile and feel her heart flutter when she saw him.
A skinny scantily clad blonde, seemingly dressed more for attention rather than for functional purposes, was talking to Jansen. Amanda was all the way across the room so she couldn't hear their conversation, but it was obvious that the blonde was flirting with him. However, Jansen immediately noticed Amanda, quickly dismissed the other girl, and walked over to my wife.
Jansen smiled. Amanda tried not to blush like a schoolgirl, but failed. "Hey, Amanda."
"Hey, yourself, handsome."
It was Jansen's turn to blush. "I'm glad you made it tonight."
"Me, too." There was a slight quaver in my wife's voice. Of all the men who had gangbanged her just mere days ago, it was a poorly hidden secret that she wanted Jansen the most. Sure, Amanda had a deep connection with her boss Glenn, whom she had slept with only 2 days ago. And she also had a special relationship with my best friend Dimitri, who had openly adored her for years. But in terms of pure lust, there was no comparison: she wanted to have wild, crazy sex with Jansen.
I couldn't blame my wife at all. Jansen was extremely handsome, built like a god, and owned the hugest cock we had ever seen. To be honest, I was seriously attracted to him, too.
Amanda quickly composed herself and hurried by the tall blonde man without another word. Jansen stared down at her beautiful cleavage and caught the scent of her hair as she eased past him to set herself up on a nearby exercise machine. She mounted the inner thigh press, first adjusting the resistance, then sitting and leaning against the cushioned backrest before gripping the handles on either side of seat. My wife positioned her knees against the machine's padding, her thighs spread out in a wide V-shape at the starting point.
Amanda commenced her workout by slowly squeezing her thighs together against the tension as she held tightly onto the handles, then letting the machine spread her legs apart again. She kept her breathing nice and relaxed, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath.
There weren't many men left in the gym at this late hour, but virtually all of them were gawking at my wife. Some were staring at her perfectly shaped breasts as they heaved with exertion; others were mesmerized by the sight of her thighs opening and closing, fantasizing about what was between.
Out of the corner of her eye, Amanda noticed Jansen was standing by the free weights and openly staring at her. She felt proud about that and experienced a sudden surge in confidence.
It wasn't much later when Jansen finally approached her. "I think it's time," he whispered to her in an overdramatic conspiratorial voice.
In spite of herself, Amanda laughed. It was the same laugh that had always been music to my ears since even before we were married. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"
"Because I'm starting to have a real hard time hiding my hard-on in these shorts, and we're pretty much the only people left in here now."
Amanda looked around. Jansen was right. Aside from 2 employees manning the front desk and two other people who were on the far side of the gym, they were the only ones still present.
She also leered between his legs suggestively. Sure enough, there was a gigantic bulge there.
"C'mon," Jansen told her. "Follow me." He offered his hand and helped her off the inner thigh press machine, leading her to the entrance of the men's locker room. "I'll check it out. Wait here!" The hulking blonde man disappeared inside.
Amanda stayed where she was and tried to look casual. And she tried equally as hard not to tremble. As much as the prospect of having sex with the beautiful blonde man in a steamy, stank locker room thrilled my wife, she also did not want to get either of them into any trouble.
Her thoughts immediately drifted to last night, and to Philip. She had enjoyed getting kinky with the solemn Asian man, and was hoping for a similar level of depravity with Jansen. But Philip's restaurant represented a controlled environment since she had arrived there after closing time when no one else was present; there were still enough people currently in the gym to make fucking Jansen here fairly dangerous. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what was going on if someone caught her in the men's locker room.
Still, Amanda desired Jansen badly. She wanted to be with all the men again-- even Bryan, she secretly had to admit-- after they had gangbanged her. But her need for Jansen was on a completely different level. His monstrous cock had been on her mind from the moment she laid her eyes on it, and she was going to do whatever needed to be done to feel it inside of her again.
After what seem liked an hour, the handsome blonde man finally reappeared. "The coast is clear!" He grabbed Amanda by the hand, and they quickly hurried into the men's locker room together.
They had taken several steps inside when Jansen suddenly stopped and turned around. He roughly pulled Amanda towards him, and they kissed, one of my wife's legs bending off the tiled floor as she savored the feel of his stout, muscular body against hers.
"Mmm...I've missed you. I've really been looking forward to this all week."
Jansen smiled at her graciously. "I hope your husband doesn't take offense to that."
My wife giggled. "You know he's been encouraging me!"
"Yea, uh...so, how is all that going, anyway?" he asked hesitantly.
Jansen knew the agreement, he knew Amanda was sleeping with the other men. But the fact that he seemed curious and even a bit jealous made her feel especially good.
She pressed her index finger to his lips to quiet him. "I don't want to talk about the others tonight. Tonight is all about you and me." She began to undress, and Jansen did the same. They were soon both naked in the locker room, eying each other like two fighters sizing each other up. Jansen marveled at Amanda's tanned, toned body, and how her smooth and supple her skin was; Amanda admired the sculpted muscles on Jansen's physique...and especially the one expanding between his legs.
Jansen peered closely at my wife. "You're shaking," he said softly.
"Am I?" Amanda responded shyly. "I didn't notice."
"Afraid you might enjoy this more than you should?"
Amanda practically leapt into Jansen's embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist. He hooked his left forearm under her butt and easily supported her weight while with his other hand, he reached for his enormous cock and pressed the tip into my wife's vagina. There was no point in waiting. They both knew how badly they wanted to fuck each other.
My wife's loose pussy was already wet, but she moaned and squirmed in his clutches as she tried to accommodate his monstrous size. Amanda arched backwards as Jansen slide into her, giving him a good view of her ample breasts. "Oh my god, I love that," she gasped. "I've been wanting this, Jansen!"
Wrapping both arms around my wife now, he jammed the rest of his cock into her with a mere flick of his hips. She started to scream, but he placed a large hand on the back of her head and pressed her face into his shoulder to muffle out her cries. Then he began to bob Amanda up and down the length of his shaft, using gravity to his advantage to let her body drop and impale her pussy on his thick cock, only to buoy her up again.
Over and over, Jansen repeated the process. He was fully aware that Amanda had promised her body to the other men, but he wanted to make himself stand out from all the rest.
"I WILL make you forget about the other guys...and your husband... tonight," Jansen whispered in her ear. Then he began prancing about the locker room, letting the momentum of his movements bounce her up and down this erection. There was so much spring in his stride that he was essentially hopping off the floor with each step.
"Oh my god!" Amanda cried. "That feels so good! What are you doing to me?"
Jansen did stop as he spoke softly in her ear again. "Tell me you love it."
"I love it, I love it! Oh fuck, I love it! Don't stop, Jansen! Don't you dare stop!"
The tall blonde man slammed my wife against a set of metal lockers with a loud bang and kept fucking her as he held her aloft. Amanda lifted her chin towards the ceiling and began moaning in ragged breathes. She dug her nails into his back and ran them hard against his skin as she tried to keep her legs wrapped around his body for leverage. Jamming my wife against the lockers with just his massive cock, he reached for her hands and pinned them overhead.
"Now you're completely helpless," he hissed at her. "Now you're completely mine."
Jansen retracted his hips, pulling his shaft almost completely out of Amanda's vagina. He paused as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes, her mouth hanging open in a silent plea. Jansen kissed her softy...then rammed his cock into my wife with so much force that the entire wall of lockers rattled. The tall man clamped her mouth shut as she shrieked, keeping both of her wrists pinned overhead with one large hand. Then he proceeded to keep pounding Amanda's pussy, drawing himself out almost all the way, pausing, and then thrusting back into her with powerful force each time.
Jansen soon had my wife whimpering like a dog. He slammed his manhood into her several more times before pulling her away from against the lockers.
"Time to clean you up, you dirty little minx."
Amanda and Jansen kissed again as he marched into the showers while carrying her. They didn't stop kissing as he gently set her feet on the floor and turned on the showerhead. As the warm water cascaded down on their sweaty bodies, Jansen placed his strong hands on her shoulders and quickly spun her around. My wife yelped in surprise as he pushed her upper body forward.
