My husband has always had the fantasy of seeing me with other men, and those who have already read my stories know it. Although the idea sounded exciting to me, I always feared the effects of a friend finding out, falling in love, or anything that would bring problems to my marriage.
So, when we arrived at my friend Luisa's house in London, I decided it was the perfect opportunity to give him pleasure with a stranger who could never find me. The task was facilitated when we arrived at her house and she told us many things in less than an hour, including that there was a gym near her house that functioned 24 hours a day and offered free first sessions.
What caught my attention from her story was that the place remained empty at night and was only attended by a huge black man who had been making sexual innuendos since the beginning of his training, and that's why she didn't go back.
The idea cooked in my mind, and two days later I proposed to my husband, Javier, that we go to the gym in the middle of the night. He accepted, thinking that the trainer wouldn't dare do much with a woman who arrived accompanied by her husband, but he wanted to at least enjoy seeing him looking at me lustfully.
We left Luisa's house while she was sleeping...
When we entered, there were many machines, good lighting, and many TVs. The surprise was great when instead of the typical aerobics music, we heard moans and groans through the speakers. The explanation was simple; all the monitors were playing a pornographic movie.
Upon reaching the counter, we found a corpulent, huge man who seemed to be masturbating with his back to the street. My husband coughed to let him know we were there. The black man stood up still giving us his back, with his sweatpants halfway down, showing firm and dark buttocks. The sweatshirt slowed down and turned around. The pants appeared before our eyes, tense under a mast that couldn't be measured less than 30 centimeters.
- Welcome – he greeted with a friendly smile while, without the slightest show of shame, interrupting the movie to change it for music videos – first, please fill out the formats with your personal information. As you know, new visitors have the right to an hour free that can be extended to two if they visit between midnight and dawn; I imagine this is what brings them at this unusual hour.
- Yes, of course – I replied while my husband took care of filling out the papers - Where can we change?
The trainer looked me up and down as if wanting to see through my clothes, and Javier watched it with amusement. He pointed out the place where the locker rooms were and I walked ahead towards the women's one. I'm very detail-oriented and upon entering, I could see a small camera in a corner of the room and changed my jeans, blouse, and jacket for a very short lycra leggings and a small tight top in which the cold of London drew out my nipples, doing a casual striptease in front of it. Later, Javier told me that regardless of whether he was there or not, the trainer searched for a channel on his TV detailing the entire process of my wardrobe change.
When I came out of the locker room, Javier was heading towards the men's one and it was clear from his face that he was enjoying what was happening. The trainer put me to do some warm-up exercises on a treadmill. When my husband arrived already prepared, the trainer suggested he warm up on a stationary bike in front of where the dumbbells were – -. He then guided me to a bench where I ordered me to get down on all fours and take a dumbbell with my right hand and flex my arm until my elbow touched my side.
To guide me on how to do the exercise correctly, he positioned himself at my right side, leaning against The left hand was on my hip - her hands were so large that her fingers reached the side of my waist - while her right hand wrapped around my arm, guiding the movement I should make. After three repetitions, her right hand helped less and less with the weight of the dumbbell and her left hand slowly turned onto my buttock until her finger was between my buttocks, that enormous hand now played with my clitoris supported by the coccyx. Unable to avoid it, I let out a moan that I tried to disguise as if it were from effort.
Now repeat with your left, she said. By this point, both of us had forgotten about my husband and him his warm-up exercise.
Now for helping me do the exercise, he asked me to still on all fours, placing my knees on the edge of the bench. He got between my feet until he was supporting his enormous apparatus against my pussy and took my arm with his left hand to guide my movements. Thus, he rubbed himself against me until I completed the 30 repetitions he had requested.
Come on, Javier, repeat what your wife did, you see how - the trainer said kindly to my husband, while leading me to another bench.
And now, what will I do? I asked.
We're going to work on pectorals, he replied.
I lay down and a support rose up on either side of my chest, between the two holding a light disc. He positioned himself with his legs on either side of my head and helped me lift the weight, I lowered it slowly onto my chest and then lifted it back up. Then I repeated the movement, but he instead of helping me lower the weight with his arms flexed his knees until his testicles were resting on my mouth. The first time he did this, I simply let him rest there, but the next time I opened my mouth before they reached mine and when they were between my lips, I squeezed them gently.
You're doing it very well, I hope Javier isn't losing focus. No, I'm observing it carefully – my husband replied from the rowing machine bench – A each descent of his body, I responded with kisses and caresses as far as the position allowed. Now a little inclined rowing while Javier does the Bench Press. said the trainer, guiding me to another bench in a diagonal position.
The same machine distribution led me to lean my abdomen against the surface, reclining forward to reach a bar that obviously had to be pulled towards my chest.
Wait, said the trainer as he adjusted the height of the bench, making it slightly lower. I want you to do this exercise with your legs a little apart to check your muscle tension in them while exercising your back.
So I separated my feet and started pulling the rowing handle towards my chest, waiting for the moment when... I would feel her cock on my vagina, which was now marked under the Lycra, but instead felt his hands caressing the inner surfaces of my thighs with delicacy. Sometimes surprise is more powerful than what's expected and predictable, and I couldn't stop the orgasm. Clinging to the rowing handle, I moaned as he caressed my thighs very close to my groin.
Come on, Javier, he said then, I want to check the muscle tension in your glutes but these leggings don't allow it, please take them off. Without hesitation, I closed my legs and my collaborating husband took off the tights and thong in one movement. Now liberated from these garments, I opened my eyes to the trainer's gaze, ready for whatever he wanted.
The black man adjusted himself and started penetrating me slowly, more than I wanted, to the point where I had to beg him to put it all in and he did. It was so big and wide as corresponding to all the legends I'd heard about his race, and I felt like I was going to split in two.
Don't stop exercising, he said, grabbing me by the waist, his hands wrapping around me. completely - follow the rhythm I'm going to come
As I started grabbing
Every time he penetrated me, and he would achieve more painful and exciting depth each time. I think I had around 4 or 5 orgasms just from that exercise until he came out of me.
- And you? - I asked biting my lower lip - Is your trainer going to leave loaded?
- You'll do a last exercise that's excellent for the neck. Kneel down. - I obeyed submissively without taking my gaze off his eyes as I put the thick head of his cock in my mouth - Now, with your back straight, you're going to suck me until you calm down from the thirst you must be feeling. You know, just move your neck and head muscles.
I did so until my mouth was filled with his cum, so much that I had to pull it out and receive the last two spurts on my face.
Before we left, he explained that when we arrived and stayed despite finding him masturbating, he assumed we wanted to play and that he had advanced slowly and in front of Javier to be sure there would be no problems. Throughout the rest of our vacations, we had a free gym and almost used it daily.
So, when we arrived at my friend Luisa's house in London, I decided it was the perfect opportunity to give him pleasure with a stranger who could never find me. The task was facilitated when we arrived at her house and she told us many things in less than an hour, including that there was a gym near her house that functioned 24 hours a day and offered free first sessions.
What caught my attention from her story was that the place remained empty at night and was only attended by a huge black man who had been making sexual innuendos since the beginning of his training, and that's why she didn't go back.
The idea cooked in my mind, and two days later I proposed to my husband, Javier, that we go to the gym in the middle of the night. He accepted, thinking that the trainer wouldn't dare do much with a woman who arrived accompanied by her husband, but he wanted to at least enjoy seeing him looking at me lustfully.
We left Luisa's house while she was sleeping...
When we entered, there were many machines, good lighting, and many TVs. The surprise was great when instead of the typical aerobics music, we heard moans and groans through the speakers. The explanation was simple; all the monitors were playing a pornographic movie.
Upon reaching the counter, we found a corpulent, huge man who seemed to be masturbating with his back to the street. My husband coughed to let him know we were there. The black man stood up still giving us his back, with his sweatpants halfway down, showing firm and dark buttocks. The sweatshirt slowed down and turned around. The pants appeared before our eyes, tense under a mast that couldn't be measured less than 30 centimeters.
- Welcome – he greeted with a friendly smile while, without the slightest show of shame, interrupting the movie to change it for music videos – first, please fill out the formats with your personal information. As you know, new visitors have the right to an hour free that can be extended to two if they visit between midnight and dawn; I imagine this is what brings them at this unusual hour.
- Yes, of course – I replied while my husband took care of filling out the papers - Where can we change?
The trainer looked me up and down as if wanting to see through my clothes, and Javier watched it with amusement. He pointed out the place where the locker rooms were and I walked ahead towards the women's one. I'm very detail-oriented and upon entering, I could see a small camera in a corner of the room and changed my jeans, blouse, and jacket for a very short lycra leggings and a small tight top in which the cold of London drew out my nipples, doing a casual striptease in front of it. Later, Javier told me that regardless of whether he was there or not, the trainer searched for a channel on his TV detailing the entire process of my wardrobe change.
When I came out of the locker room, Javier was heading towards the men's one and it was clear from his face that he was enjoying what was happening. The trainer put me to do some warm-up exercises on a treadmill. When my husband arrived already prepared, the trainer suggested he warm up on a stationary bike in front of where the dumbbells were – -. He then guided me to a bench where I ordered me to get down on all fours and take a dumbbell with my right hand and flex my arm until my elbow touched my side.
To guide me on how to do the exercise correctly, he positioned himself at my right side, leaning against The left hand was on my hip - her hands were so large that her fingers reached the side of my waist - while her right hand wrapped around my arm, guiding the movement I should make. After three repetitions, her right hand helped less and less with the weight of the dumbbell and her left hand slowly turned onto my buttock until her finger was between my buttocks, that enormous hand now played with my clitoris supported by the coccyx. Unable to avoid it, I let out a moan that I tried to disguise as if it were from effort.
Now repeat with your left, she said. By this point, both of us had forgotten about my husband and him his warm-up exercise.
Now for helping me do the exercise, he asked me to still on all fours, placing my knees on the edge of the bench. He got between my feet until he was supporting his enormous apparatus against my pussy and took my arm with his left hand to guide my movements. Thus, he rubbed himself against me until I completed the 30 repetitions he had requested.
Come on, Javier, repeat what your wife did, you see how - the trainer said kindly to my husband, while leading me to another bench.
And now, what will I do? I asked.
We're going to work on pectorals, he replied.
I lay down and a support rose up on either side of my chest, between the two holding a light disc. He positioned himself with his legs on either side of my head and helped me lift the weight, I lowered it slowly onto my chest and then lifted it back up. Then I repeated the movement, but he instead of helping me lower the weight with his arms flexed his knees until his testicles were resting on my mouth. The first time he did this, I simply let him rest there, but the next time I opened my mouth before they reached mine and when they were between my lips, I squeezed them gently.
You're doing it very well, I hope Javier isn't losing focus. No, I'm observing it carefully – my husband replied from the rowing machine bench – A each descent of his body, I responded with kisses and caresses as far as the position allowed. Now a little inclined rowing while Javier does the Bench Press. said the trainer, guiding me to another bench in a diagonal position.
The same machine distribution led me to lean my abdomen against the surface, reclining forward to reach a bar that obviously had to be pulled towards my chest.
Wait, said the trainer as he adjusted the height of the bench, making it slightly lower. I want you to do this exercise with your legs a little apart to check your muscle tension in them while exercising your back.
So I separated my feet and started pulling the rowing handle towards my chest, waiting for the moment when... I would feel her cock on my vagina, which was now marked under the Lycra, but instead felt his hands caressing the inner surfaces of my thighs with delicacy. Sometimes surprise is more powerful than what's expected and predictable, and I couldn't stop the orgasm. Clinging to the rowing handle, I moaned as he caressed my thighs very close to my groin.
Come on, Javier, he said then, I want to check the muscle tension in your glutes but these leggings don't allow it, please take them off. Without hesitation, I closed my legs and my collaborating husband took off the tights and thong in one movement. Now liberated from these garments, I opened my eyes to the trainer's gaze, ready for whatever he wanted.
The black man adjusted himself and started penetrating me slowly, more than I wanted, to the point where I had to beg him to put it all in and he did. It was so big and wide as corresponding to all the legends I'd heard about his race, and I felt like I was going to split in two.
Don't stop exercising, he said, grabbing me by the waist, his hands wrapping around me. completely - follow the rhythm I'm going to come
As I started grabbing
Every time he penetrated me, and he would achieve more painful and exciting depth each time. I think I had around 4 or 5 orgasms just from that exercise until he came out of me.- And you? - I asked biting my lower lip - Is your trainer going to leave loaded?
- You'll do a last exercise that's excellent for the neck. Kneel down. - I obeyed submissively without taking my gaze off his eyes as I put the thick head of his cock in my mouth - Now, with your back straight, you're going to suck me until you calm down from the thirst you must be feeling. You know, just move your neck and head muscles.
I did so until my mouth was filled with his cum, so much that I had to pull it out and receive the last two spurts on my face.
Before we left, he explained that when we arrived and stayed despite finding him masturbating, he assumed we wanted to play and that he had advanced slowly and in front of Javier to be sure there would be no problems. Throughout the rest of our vacations, we had a free gym and almost used it daily.
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