To my readers:
The key words should help you decide if this is a story for you. I am always open to constructive criticism.
For my fortieth birthday, my wife Julie announced that she and her twin sister Rita had purchased a Groupon coupon for in-home fitness instruction. Since the offer allowed three participants on a three sessions per week basis for the next ten weeks, I was the third name on the list.
Rita's husband, Tony, was on deployment in some East Asian country and would not be back for three months. Rita wanted to surprise him with a well-toned body when he came home, and Julie and I had been talking about getting back into shape ourselves.
This would all be fine and good, but the girls were maybe fifteen pounds overweight, where I am more like thirty. The girls look hot in spandex, as they both have massive DD boobs, but for maybe a little flab in the belly and ass. Personally, I kind of like Julie's ass a bit fuller, but she wanted to lose the weight even if it meant less ass to grab.
So there we were on Monday night, talking in the living room, awaiting the fitness instructor's arrival. Julie wore pink leggings, which hug her curvy hips and pull snugly into her pussy lips. She had on a pink Lycra short-sleeved top and a thin cotton shirt layered over it, which only made her tits stand right out. Rita was dressed similarly, although in light blue; her nipples made faint bumps through the layers of cloth. She always did have more pronounced nipples and much larger areolas than my wife. For years I had wondered if her pussy felt just as tight as Julie.
It was ten minutes to seven when the doorbell rang, and Julie got up to answer it. "Hi, I'm Willie," said the man, just out of sight, with a baritone voice. Julie smiled.
"Please, come in," she offered, extending a hand toward Rita and me. A broad-shouldered black man filled the doorway as he crossed the threshold. He was wearing silver Lycra shorts that bulged with the criss-crossing lines of his quadriceps. Even I noticed how the form fitting shorts made his package look as though he was wearing a jock strap beneath. A silver wife beater stretched across his massive chest; small erect nipples tore into the cotton at the center of impressive pectorals. And his calves and biceps looked just as perfect. At about 6'3, the guy had to be 225 pounds in pure running back form.
Both Julie and Rita lit up instantly. I stood up and walked to the door as he shook Julie's hand. Rita nearly bolted past me to greet him next. Willie repeated each of the girl's names and smiled as he visually assessed their bodies quickly, while they introduced themselves.
With his and my hands clasping, he repeated my name, Bryce, but in a bit of a demeaning tone while his eyes cast down my flabby body. I caught myself comparing my overhanging gut and man boobs to Willie's solid six-pack and taut chest.
"Well, let's get to it," Willie began. "I'm here three nights a week - Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at seven o'clock, and I have no time to waste. After tonight, each of you will already have done your warm up before I arrive, so we can get straight to work. In ten weeks I will have you ladies wanting to buy form fitting dresses for the club." He turned to me and shook his head slightly, and offered, "I hope you can keep up, man. This might be too intense for you." He placed his firm hand on my shoulder, gave me a wink, and added, "But, I'm here to make you work for it." Julie and Rita stifled their amusement as best they could.
We made our way to the family room that Julie and I had converted into a home gym a few years back. It had some weights, a treadmill and an elliptical, none of which had been used in quite a while. The girls followed Willie's every move, especially when he walked to the open area at the far end of the room.
I can assure you, I have never even looked at another guy in any sexual way, but that man's ass was unbelievable. It was full and round, yet sinewy muscles flexed with each step. Rita and Julie must have creamed their panties when he walked in front; their eyes were glued to his ass.
"No time to waste. You, go there and you two, there and there," he said, directing us into a triangle with me at the back; the girls in either side if him, and his back to the patio doors to our yard.
We started with a few stretches, and then he worked the three of us into a lather. In ten minutes, Rita, Julie and I were dripping wet, and as much as it hurt, I loved seeing the rivulet of sweat soaking down the girls' butt cracks and cleavage. After more than a half hour of torturous working out, the mixture of sweat, perfume and body odor filled my nostrils. At that point, the pros and cons were not so bad; a challenging workout but a great view of my wife and her sister panting like bitches in heat.
"Alright, lets see who can give me twenty push ups. Last one finished is relegated to the treadmill." As we got onto the floor, Willie added, "Ladies, from the knees," which is fair because of the difference in bodies of men and women. I quickly found me calling out numbers that were two, then three behind that of the women. I could not keep my eyes off both girls' massive boobs mashing into the floor every time. Each of us was dying, but when Julie got to twenty, Rita was at nineteen, and I was only at fourteen. Each sister completed the task, then fell to the floor, exhausted, and turned to watch me struggle.
"Okay, If Brycey is going to take this long, then let's get you girls started on the wind down." My arms were on fire at fifteen, and I honestly doubted I could finish. He had them stand and face me, then bend over toward me and get into the downward dog position. Once there, I found myself trying to see the hanging D cups of my wife and sister-in-law while eye-to-eye with the girls.
At that point, my arms collapsed at the same time Willie had the girls extend their legs as wide apart as they could go. He needled me. "Alright, Brycey, you just lay there, and watch. Those weak arms of yours probably can't do what even the ladies can right now."
Willie stepped behind my wife, his hips in line with and just behind Julie's widely stretched ass cheeks. "You should feel this all the way from here..." he said, his hand gently cupping her left ankle. "... right up along here." My wife's eyes met mine as his fingers traced a line along her left calf, back of her knee, and along the supple muscles of the inside of her thigh. Julie's eyes shut and her hips shuddered slightly as Willie's fingers teased ever so close to her ass cheek.
At that moment, I realized that my cock was responding to the visual stimulus.
As Willie moved to Rita and touched her body in the same way, I noticed a long tumescent bulge appear along the crease of Willie's groin, nearly to the waistband of his shorts. He was as hard as I was, but at least two inches longer and probably twice the girth; I thought the ebony tip might spring past the elastic of the waistband. I was very glad that I was on my stomach, as I would not have wanted the girls to be able to have a visual comparison at that moment.
When Willie traced his fingers all the way to Rita's backside, he looked right at me, and spoke again to the girls, "You should also feel a nice stretch along here, in the gluteus." His hand followed the sexy curve of Rita's glute. Julie looked over her shoulder to see exactly where Willie meant, and then she glanced at Rita whose mouth was agape.
Both of his hands then glided along Rita's waist towards the outline of her sports bra, where he grasped her along the sides of her ribcage and mashed his bulging shorts into her from behind. A soft coo escaped Rita's mouth, and I saw a look of envy on Julie's face, as the black man slowly pushed his hips into her. Rita's eyes widened as she recognized the hardness pressed against the stretchy fabric over her vulva.
An alarm sounded from Willie's watch. "That's it ladies. Until Wednesday." He gathered his gear and waited until I had stood up. "You need to bring at least your 'B' game on Wednesday, Bryce. And everybody, one hour on the elliptical, and one on the treadmill tomorrow. I'll see you all at seven on Wednesday." He patted me on the shoulder and said. "And for not really trying tonight, you should get out a feather duster and clean these unused machines up, like a good boy. Be ready for a good work out on Wednesday." The sisters didn't even try to keep from laughing at his barb.
I was pissed that the women were soaking up this fucker demeaning me like that. We walked him to the front door, and Willie's bright teeth showed as he smiled. "I know you girls will want a hard one on Wednesday." Once the door was closed, the girls were almost giddy.
"I better get home," said Rita. "I think I need to take a long shower," pecking Julie on the cheek. "See ya later, Brycey!" she said with a chuckle, heading out to her house just across the street. I didn't even have time to be annoyed, because before the front door closed behind her sister, Julie was all over me.
"Wanna play around? We can wash up later." Julie's arms were around my neck. I forgot about the parting shot from Rita and was now thinking with my dick. We ran up the stairs, me hauling down my shorts and pulling off my shirt behind Julie, enjoying the jiggle of her ass. Somehow, the aches of a few moments ago were replaced with a raging hardon. In the moment, I hadn't realized that the only reason we were going to have sex was because of the dirty thoughts my wife was having about our new instructor.
Julie was tossing a towel over the edge of the bed when I entered the room, so we wouldn't get the bedding all sweaty and sticky. She laid down on the towel with her legs hanging off the bed, shimmying her leggings and thong off; the tiny triangle of her panties was soaked with sweat and excitement. I quickly engaged her and excitedly began pumping into my more than willing wife.
Julie had her eyes closed and was calling out, "Deeper. Fuck me deep!" I watched my belly slap into her pussy, recognizing that my younger days of hitting bottom and hearing my wife grunt from the pressure of my cockhead against her cervix hadn't occurred in years. I was hammering Julie as deeply as I could despite her demanding more, and was already feeling that ejaculation was imminent. There was no hope in getting any deeper into Julie's slippery pussy. I tried to hold back but only four strokes later, I emptied into her, feeling squirts of cum course along the length of my shaft and spill out into her warm chasm between us.
"Already?" she asked looking up at me, bewildered. I felt the blush of guilt for being too quick for her. My cock was softening; no hope indeed for trying to at least fuck her while Julie fingers her to orgasm. I used my thumb to strum her clit while my useless cock fell from her opening; dribbles of semen oozed down her ass cheeks. Soon Julie moaned and came, her hips spasming around my fingers. Her hand pushed mine away.
She got up and grabbed her clothes, heading to the shower without saying a word. No hugs, no cuddles, just onto the business of getting herself washed up. I joined her in the shower but she wasn't in the mood for any post-coital play in there either. Before we went to bed for the night, Julie and Rita had exchanged a number of texts, none of them shared with me. I can only assume it was more about Willie's attributes than my "shortcomings".
Tuesday at work, I was still kind of pissed off with the arrogance of our black fitness guru. I couldn't avoid helping myself to a few treats from the candy machine in the coffee room. When I got home after work, the girls were working out on the elliptical and treadmill, so I went to the kitchen to start dinner.
Later, I was heading to the family room to let Julie know supper was ready, and the girls were just leaving the room. "We dusted for you," said Julie with a hint of sarcasm.
As Julie walked her sister to the door, Rita said, "This is money well spent! I cannot wait until tomorrow. can you?" While Julie wholeheartedly agreed, I was less than enthused, and took my phone with me after supper to work out. I wasn't really in the mood, so I'm sure I didn't really put more than a half hour of effort on each machine. I figured the workouts alone should get me close to my goal.
I came upstairs and Julie was just getting out of the shower. She had the same look on her face that she gets just after orgasm and I wondered if she hadn't used the showerhead to get off. I asked if she wanted to fool around but Julie declined, saying she was tired and needed some sleep.
I had my shower and came into the bedroom where my wife was reading a book. "Hey," I said as I climbed in beside Julie. "Don't you think Willie was a little handsy yesterday, especially with Rita?"
"Oh, don't be silly, Bryce. He just wanted us to know where we should feel the stretch. It sounds like you're a bit jealous of him."
"Me? No. Not at all. I mean, with Tony being away and all..."
