This story contains cheating, abuse, pain, discovery, redemption, a three-way MMF, some homoerotic passages, rough sex, humiliation. I love your comments, suggestions and critique, thank you!
Zoe's Secret Lust
My first bodybuilding competition! At 26, I rarely stepped into a gym in my life, until about 6 months ago. I joined up with a local, ratty kind of muscle-head place "The Naked Ape" because was close to the house and cheap, and in fact, I preferred it to the corporate mall-types; the thread-bare mats, the regulars were real guys, the old iron weights. Zoe, my wife of 6 years, and I worked out together for a while, until her work demands ate into her time. (or so I thought)
A few months into my membership, Max, the owner, a retired champion himself, took notice of me and offered coaching and tips, it really made a difference. Max was an amazing guy, kind, intelligent, and very smart about the fitness industry. A great coach, too. A month ago, to my astonishment he suggested I compete in a local event, and I hesitantly agreed. Tonight, Zoe watched me complete, her co-worker Rafe was in town for a project they were collaborating on, so he met us at the bar later.
Well, here I was, a trophy in hand. We were celebrating at a local bar, the guys from the gym, my wife, Zoe, and a friend of hers from work, Rafe. Rafe was around more and more often, I caught myself thinking, but dismissed it quickly. I was on top of the world.
We were all stuffed into a booth, Rafe sat on the other side of Zoe, then myself, Max and the other guys I worked out alongside. We were pounding beers and celebrating, I was on top of the world. I noticed that Rafe and Zoe were a little distracted, at first I chalked it up to them being the only non-gym people there, but it still caught me as odd. Then, a squad of waitresses dressed as cheerleaders, sauntered over, flirting with my gym buddies, and making a big deal over Max, an older man but tall, and still in fantastic shape. Big muscled arms, skinny waist, flat abs.
Some of the guys invited the girls to sit down and join us, they obviously couldn't during work hours, but the head waitress feigned disappointment and said "There's no room to sit, is there, boys?" Well, Max stood up and grabbed Rafe by the arms, lifting him up over his head! "There is room now!" Max bellowed! Then, passed Rafe overhead to me, and I followed, we passed him from bodybuilder to bodybuilder until he was ejected from the booth, deposited roughly into the isle. Everyone had a good laugh, but Rafe looked angry, humiliated, and I glanced at Zoe, she was fuming. Rafe stomped off to the bar, and just as I thought to go apologize to him the booth was flooded with hot young waitresses, laughing and pushing, it was chaos.
I sat back down next to Zoe, she glared at me and said "That was rude!". I was a little taken aback, and replied "It's all in fun! Just the guys flexing for the girls!" but kind of surprised how upset she was. I thought to go make it up to him, but we were cornered in the booth and trapped by the rowdy gang.
I guess about an hour later, people started to disperse a little, I got up to let Zoe out, and check on Rafe. I noticed he had many empty beer bottles at his table, he must have really been pounding them down. I felt bad, and approached him, but when he saw me, he staggered up and made an unsteady line to the men's room. I followed, determined to set things right.
In the men's room, he was pissing into an ice-filled trough, so I moved in next to him,whipped out my dick and drained a few beers myself. He glanced over at me, then down to my dick, and said "No wonder!"
I shrugged, not sure what was happening. Then he pointed, looking down at my soft dick, and sniggered.
Not catching his meaning, I reminded him: "Man rule #1, no checking out the other dude's equipment in the bathroom!"
He looked at me, unsteady, then turned to show me his tool. Before I could catch myself, I glanced down. Holy giant pipe, Batman! His joint was impressive, fat, the head extended about 4" past the fist he was using to aim it. Soft, it was enormous. Rafe was tall, about 6' athletic-ish with a little dad-bod developing, a few years older than me. His cock was bobbing heavily as he shook the last of the piss out.
Absently, I said "The ladies must love you!"
Rafe sneered, and drunkenly replied "Your wife sure does!"
"A girly man, like you? Yea, right!" I replied in a fake German accent, thinking it was a typical locker room insult.
"I've been fucking your wife, you meathead ape!" He slurred, almost spitting. I stopped, this was going too far for a joke
He squeezed his sizable dick though his pants, wagging it at me, and said "And, she fucking loves it!"
"Fuck you... It's not funny. You're lying." I replied.
"Oh yeah... Those tits look familiar?" He smirked, showing me his phone.
There it was, what was unmistakably my wife, in black lace lingerie, her tits exposed, her legs spread, a huge cock sliding into her pussy.
I scrolled to see several more pictures of my wife; on all fours, on her back with her legs spread, stiletto "fuck me" heals in the air.
He gloated over me, standing unsteadily, smirking. "She a slut for my big cock! While your out working on your big muscles! A lot of good it did ya!"
I looked at him and shook my head. "You jackass. You slime ball." I said, "You filthy asshole!.." I was at a loss for words, my brain was struggling to catch up.
Just then, he whirled around and started to throw-up in the sink. I wanted to bash in his rotten stupid face, drown him in the piss trough, but then it hit me full strength as he was heaving up a dozen beers: that my wife was cheating on me, my marriage was very practically over, and my triumph of a few hours ago was stripped away, leaving me feeling lost and hollow.
Zoe hadn't been encouraging me to work on my physique, she just wanted me out of the house.
Rafe was hanging onto the sink for dear life, the dry heaves racking his body. I absentmindedly slipped his phone into my pocket, turned and left, going outside into the rain, and started to cry.
I'm not sure how long I was outside, I felt my shoulders shaking as I wept, until I heard a sound behind me.
"Pete?" I heard Zoe's voice. "Are you OK?"
I took a deep breath, luckily the light rain masking my tears, and replied truthfully: "Yea, just felt overwhelmed, and needed some air."
"Um, have you seen Rafe?" She asked, looking around, with a false nonchalant voice.
"Yea, he had too much to drink, he's going to take a cab home." I guessed. I didn't care, as long as I didn't have to recall our last conversation, not now.
I looked over at her, not sure what to think, what to do. She took my arm, I stood under her umbrella as we walked silently home.
I stripped my wet clothes off, and opened up the closet. There, on Zoe's side, were several sets of lacy lingerie, that I'd never noticed before or seen her in. Including the black set that I had, just a few minutes ago, seen on Rafe's phone. Also, on the floor, were two pair of shoes with stiletto heals, one red pair, one black like in the photo. She never wore them around me. I stood there, nude, staring at the sexy clothes she had bought for him, that I'd never seen her wear.
She approached me from the rear, wrapping her arms around me, and whispered into my ear, trying to be sexy "Do you have anything left in those muscles for your wife?"
I felt hollow, not sure what to do. I reached into the closet and picked up her lacy black lingerie, and her black stiletto heels, and gave them to her "Would you wear this for me?" Zoe gasped, a look of surprise on her face, but then she caught herself. "Um...These old things? Well, if you want me to?"
"Yes" I replied weakly. I watched her put them on, the entire time thinking of her doing the same for Rafe. I felt sick.
We made love, I thought maybe for the last time. Somehow, I thought it would make things better. I made sure to do all the positions Rafe had on his phone, until at last, I came deep inside her.
I crawled into bed next to my wife, feeling very tired, mentally empty. I sighed, and tried to fall asleep.
