By all accounts, Jeffrey and Janice were the perfect couple both to onlookers and admirers, and within the confines of their home. To the outside world, they were both fit and a good looking mid-aged married couple. They always doted on each other publicly - smiling and flirting and sending out good vibes to the entire world. No matter who was around, it was clear that their love was strong and could not be broken.
Behind closed doors, they were constantly experimental and fun. Sex remained a constant in their seven year marriage with zero signs of slowing down. It was often Jeffrey would take Janice by the hand at party and pull her into a vacant bedroom or public bathroom in a pub to be able to enjoy each other. Over the years, friends had told them that their sexual passion and desire for each other would fade. It had done just the opposite as they were both constantly evolving their passions together by keeping the lines of communication open about what the other wanted without judgement.
Recently, things had been kicked up a notch. Janice was accidently forthright is saying she wanted to see Jeffrey fucked by another man. This once would have been an appalling thought to both, but since they were nothing but honest with each other, the thought slipped from Janice's pretty little lips while they were fucking one night as fer fingertips were playing with his asshole as he fucked her. Janice tried to play it off as just dirty talk in the throes of passion, but something triggered inside of Jeffrey.
Jeffrey was not gay by any stretch of the imagination. He never found men attractive in the slightest. He was the one that every man wanted to be. But he had seen enough porn in his life to not hate the idea of a nice cock. At 44, he was still fairly fit, but it was clear he was not the 24 year old stud he once was. His close cut blonde hair was graying slightly, but women found it more appealing to add to his distinguished razor sharp chin and dimples below his light green eyes. But now, just the fact that he was hearing his wife say this is what she wanted, he suddenly could not shake the idea.
Janice was truly a vision for all. With brown curls and doughy dark brown eyes, she is definitely one to turn heads on her own. Janice has the most spectacular lips that look even better wrapped around Jeffrey's cock. She possessed all the right curves in all the right spots to support her 36C tits. At 37 and having given birth to a perfct five year old child, she, like Jeffrey, was still in fairly good shape, but not the model she once was any more. But Jeffrey loved every tiny bit of her. However, what kept their sex life alive was that her desires had always been his desires and vice versa.
This was one that wouldn't go away for either of them. After the comment, Janice would begin using fingers inside Jeffrey's asshole while she was giving him head. She would look up at him from between his legs and stroke his big cock next to her face while sinking two fingers knuckles deep inside of him. "Mmm, baby... Doesn't he feel good inside of you?" She started to do this right before she knew her husband would cum, and slowly Jeffrey was starting to enjoy cumming to the thoughts of a man being inside of him.
Janice started to send him gay sex and bisexual clips off of Pornhub throughout the day at work. Over time, Jeffrey found himself in the bathroom at work pleasuring himself to the idea of another man in their bed. Him enjoying him. Her enjoying him. Him enjoying her. Quick cum every time, perfect for a work day jerk. Feeling refreshed and energized, Jeffrey was ready to go make some real money while visions of another man and his wife and him. The twinge in his trousers never seemed to die away.
Like most things, some things are better left off as fantasies. They dabbled in playing the game when Janice bought a strap on and penetrated his ass while making him cum all over himself. Both Janice and Jeffrey found themselves both wanting it more and more, but how would they ever cross that line? Everyone that ever met them knew their love was the one love songs are made of. There was no way they wanted to cross that bridge and risk it all.
Games stayed games for quite some time, and like everything else, they moved onto other wants, needs and desires as the idea of bringing in another man faded into the "just a fantasy" bucket of their desires. Until all that changed without much effort at all by either of them.
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Janice had tried and tried to get herself back into the shape she once was, but after having their son, it seemed like an impossible task. Now that Jeffrey was earning more money at work, Janice was able to stay at home and work directly on herself now that their son was in Kindergarten. But try as she might, she just was not getting the results she wanted. She changed her diet, her routine, her approach but just has that little bit that a simple surgery could take care of, but she refused that despite Jeffrey offering. Jeffrey really did not want her to change a thing as he saw her a picture of perfection.
After a couple of months of trying, Janice decided to find someone to help her get to where she needed. So many weird "ads" out there on local social media. Not really interested in spending a $100 at the local Bougie gym. After much research online, she settled on random gentleman named Conner, just on his online tagline alone... "Don't get conned by the rest of them. See me for guaranteed happiness". She snickered at the play on his name but really, that's exactly what she needed... "guaranteed happiness". She knew she wouldn't get to where she once was, but she wanted to feel secure and happy with her own appearance again. Jeffrey's reassurance was amazing, but seemed that everyone else seemed afraid to tell her anything else.
Conner offered many types of services from weight training to marathon training to yoga. There seemed to be no limit to his ability. This is perfect for Janice as she was not sure exactly what she needed. After speaking with the man on the phone over the weekend, they agreed to meet at their house for a full consultation with a round of stretching to gauge her current fitness level. Janice was not exactly comfortable having a complete stranger in her house alone, so she ensured that when she set the appointment, Jeffrey could be there just to monitor. He was paying for the service after all.
Tuesday afternoon finally and admittedly, Janice was excited. Jeffrey did send a text saying he was running behind, but he had left work and was on his way. If Conner were to show before he got there, so be it. Neither of them had any sexual idea cross their minds... until they finally saw Conner.
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With her curly hair pulled back into a high tight ponytail, Janice checks herself out in the mirror while waiting for Conner to arrive. Matching white zipped sports bra and yoga pants have always been her favorite, holds everything right in the right place for her. She adjusts her breasts in the top to ensure she will be comfortable, but it doesn't hurt she is rocking the perfect amount of cleavage as she adjusts the zipper just right. She leans in the mirror to take a closer look at her face. She inspects closely each wrinkle and age mark... (ugh, when did I get so old?)
*DING DONG* off goes the doorbell. Janice steps back from the mirror and reaches up to the top of her ponytail to pull it tighter one more time. One last quick adjustment of the sports bra, runs a finger between her canyon of cleavage to drive the crevice deeper along with a quick tap of her bare stomach, and she starts for the front door across the house. As she moves down the hallway in her black Nikes, the doorbell goes off again... "I'm coming. I'm coming" she calls out cheerfully.
Janice unbolts the door lock and swings the big door wide. Conner is standing there with a gray sleeveless shirt that sports arms looking the marble slab had been cut by Michelangelo himself. His was wearing a small pair of shorts that accentuated his bulge underneath. His thick legs where muscular and defined to match the rest of his body. Evidently skipping Leg Day was not an option for him. Conner had model-like looks with a cleft in his stunning chin and bright white teeth that bounced off his tanned skin. His clean face looked smooth as the day he was born. But above anything else, his crystal clear blue eyes were taking in all of Janice.
Conner is taken back by the stunning beauty of this slightly older woman. He had been keen to liking women that were a bit older than he was, but this woman was next level. The perfect amount of curves with a stunning beauty that could not be denied. He caught himself staring at the tiny white zipper holding in her perfect mounds and tried to rectify it. It is apparent that she noticed the gawking as she giggles when he held out his hand to introduce himself. "Hello, Mrs. Mack. My name is Conner, your personal trainer." He is enamored by her amazing face and nearly flawless body. The attraction was instanteous and mutual. Janice subconsciously held his hand a little longer than anticipated.
"Conner! Come in. Its so good to meet you. Please call me, Janice! My husband, Jeffrey, will be here in a minute." Knowing that Conner was behind her, and probably staring at her ass, she begins to sway it back and forth seductively and subtlety. She could not believe that she was actually teasing another man, but the sexual aura of this man was palpable and she could feel her want grow inside of her pussy as they entered the makeshift workout room that Jeffrey created for her.
"Right. well...Janice... " Conner takes a deep breath as he tries to collect his composure after watching her sway her perfect hips. "... I wanted to start with some stretches to begin to track your progress, but before we do I wanted to find out some fitness goals of yours. You said you needed to lose weight, but I will be perfectly honest, you look FUCKING perfect..." he quickly holds his hand to his mouth. "Shit! I am so so sorry, Mrs. Mack. That was unprofessional... "
