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They Met at the Y

Even though this was her seemingly hundredth time in the weight room, she was still trying to figure out exactly what to do … should she use dumbbells, machines, kettle-bells, those rope thingy’s? It was all so confusing and her face must have revealed her befuddlement. He had noticed her from the very first time she came into the YMCA to talk to the bitchy woman at the counter; he remembered how beautiful she had looked then and every time since. She had the most gorgeous eyes he’d ever seen and her body was curvy and stacked, unlike the twigs who normally frequent the place – constantly trying to lose an ounce from their 110-pound frame like they need to … they need to gain some weight he thought to himself. People are so stupid.

But everything about her seemed perfect. She had smiled at him once, briefly, as they passed each other and he was sure she hardly noticed him. She was, after all, married; he noticed the diamond band during that same first smile encounter. She likely had a rich and handsome husband at home since she was obviously a trophy wife to someone. Since she was working out at 9 am, and so probably was a stay-at-home mom, she obviously had no job to commute to. Judging from what he guessed was her age, around 40 or so, she probably had a couple of younger teenagers at home … this was her escape, he figured.

She had, of course, noticed him on one of her first trips into the workout room and thought him to be handsome. That very first day, she happened to catch sight in the mirror of him checking her out as she struggled to climb the steps on the Stairmaster. He apparently was too interested in watching her butt to realize he’d been caught. That made her feel good. She loved her husband with all her heart, but it was nice to have a man who wasn’t her husband checking her out. It gave her incentive to keep coming back – partly because she knew the results would encourage more of the same attention from all men … partly because she found herself hoping he’d be there.

He reminded her of her husband – she last saw him over five months earlier when they spent an incredible night together before he had to get on a plane and leave her again. She hated missing him so much – he was her world and she was just not complete without him. She missed everything about him, but especially his touch. She longed to have a man’s grip on her – to hold her tightly in muscled arms as they kissed. It seemed like forever since she had felt that. This stranger had good arms – no great arms – again like her husband, and a very nice butt to match. In fact, with the exception of hair on his head, he reminded her of him in many ways. She couldn’t be sure if she was just imagining it … was it just because she was attracted to him that she compared him to her husband, or was it because he truly was like her husband that caused her to be attracted to him? She didn’t know.

Since his divorce over a year earlier, he had spent a lot of time in the gym; it was his release and helped clear his mind. It also had the added benefit of helping with his dating; he looked a good ten years younger than his actual age – he’d be turning 50 in a month – and this allowed him to attract girls well into their early 30’s. But he preferred them older. The younger ones were, too self-absorbed, too ignorant of the world, to be interesting dates. Even the sex was less than appealing – they didn’t seem to know what they were doing and he had decided to take a sabbatical from dating while he focused on his start-up IT networking business. He’d been on that hiatus from sex for a good four months when she showed up in the Y that day and he could feel his loins get warm thinking of what he’d been missing as he watched her argue with the manager. It had been too long!

It all started out innocently enough; her face of befuddlement practically inviting someone to help her … so help her he did. “Would you like some help?” he asked with a sly grin and sparkling eyes. “Umm, errr, No, that’s okay, I think I can figure it out … thanks though” … ugh, why did she get so nervous when he spoke to her? He was just trying to help. She quickly corrected her mistake. “Oh, I suppose I could ask you what am I supposed to do with these big ball thingy’s with the handles?” She could feel herself blush at the mention of ‘big ball thingy’s’ as if she was in elementary school and just said something naughty. “There’s all kinds of things you could use the kettle bells for; they’re a lot like dumbbells but some people find the big balls easier to hold!” He winked as he said it.

It may have begun innocently … but it didn’t stay that way. Once the ice was broken, they spoke more often and for longer amounts of time – usually about work-out routines or stretching or soreness. It became normal, routine to smile and talk and flirt. He would give her advice on what exercises to do to build up certain muscles – he was very well-toned; not like a body builder but beefy and rugged-looking – he obviously knew what he was talking about. Oddly, though, they had never touched. She realized it when, the first time he did – as she was doing lateral shoulder raises with the big ball thingy’s, he held under her arms to make sure she raised them parallel with her shoulders. It was electric! It had been – how many … five months? – since her husband had touched her, since any man had touched her. She had gotten plenty of touching that night! It was a good, familiar feeling to have a man’s strong hands holding her arms, even if it was just innocent help. Or was it so innocent?

From that moment on, she couldn’t stop thinking about him – about his touch – and wondering what it would be like to touch him back. He sometimes wore what she could only describe as the remnants of a t-shirt – sleeves cut-off and with large gaping holes on the side that allowed for easy viewing of his side, back, or chest depending on his position. A few minutes after that first touch, she was laughing at something sarcastic he had just said and saw her opportunity; she teasingly slapped him on his exposed well-defined and glistening shoulder. Again, electricity. She wondered if he felt it too.

As before, once that barrier had been broken, it became normal and accepted. He would now routinely help her – guiding her movements with the weights, bracing her back with his large hands, positioning her so that she was using the proper form – each time, she felt a charge go through her … each time, she wondered what it would be like to have him position her in other sweaty pursuits. She began thinking about it a lot now and that both enthralled her and worried her. She never once doubted her love and devotion to her husband, and this was no exception. She worshiped him and was counting the days – now 20 – until he got on a plane to begin the long journey home to her. She had never cheated – not once – but of course she had thought about it – imagined what it would be like whenever her mind would wander. She knew this would be the same – just a fantasy. Yet it was all too real; she could smell him, feel him, listen to him grunt when lifting – it was all so … sexual.

It was more than real … It was surreal. She never really knew the meaning of that word until now. How could it be that she both adored her husband with all her heart and couldn’t wait to be in his arms again, yet couldn’t get this … stranger out of her thoughts. And what good and naughty thoughts they were! The same ones she had about her husband, still ... even to this day in their 11th year of marriage, she still had the hots for him. She thought of her husband constantly yet she also had room for this new man in her thoughts and fantasies. He was so much like him that it seemed so easy to let her mind wander from one sexy man to the other, interchangeably it seemed – at least when it came to pure physical lust. She didn’t really know anything about her gym partner other than the superficial things like his smile, laugh, looks, scent, and the feel of his touch. That was plenty for her subconscious desires to take and run with, but it was only a fraction of what she knew about her husband; she knew his very soul. How was it that she could want this stranger so badly yet it not diminish the love for her husband one bit? Surreal!

He had a new reason for being now. It had been only his business but now he felt himself looking forward to each day and the time he would spend with her in the gym. They didn’t coordinate it at first, it just always seemed to work out that they showed up at approximately the same time, but one day he suggested they actually plan on working out together and offered to map-out an exercise plan for her … an offer she accepted. It was a combination of cardio and weight training – a mix of free weights and machines – but nothing so difficult that she would struggle and lose interest. That was the last thing he wanted! He knew if that happened there would be no realistic way for him to spend any time with her; he certainly would never consider asking her on a date or anything else – she was married after all. He may be a lot of things but he was no home wrecker; he would tell himself. Besides, it was all in his head. She never once gave him any indication she saw him as anything more than just a workout coach. He was content in that role; he told himself again. It was chest and back day today – Tuesday – and ordinarily that would involve the seated bench press machine; the one where she sits upright and pushes outward on the handles. She feels that in her pecs but told him she was worried that as they increased the weight she would begin to look like she had a man’s chest. He looked her squarely in the breasts and told her she had absolutely nothing to worry about. That made her blush; he’d never been overtly sexual with her before. She laughed it off and followed him over to the free weight decline bench press. “What’s this going to do for me?” she asked. “This will be better for you; it will work slightly different muscles than you’ve been working – it will keep you from looking like a man!” he chuckled (as if that could even be possible)! The decline bench looked like an angled sit-up bench and a regular bench press had a baby; he showed her how to hook her legs and lie back on the bench with her back declining at a 45 degree angle. She could feel blood rushing to her head, already, which made her a little light-headed. He helped her lift the bar (at this point it was only the 45 pound bar) off the rack and helped her guide it down and up properly for one rep. It was during the second rep she realized just how close her face was to his crotch. The third rep had her trying to steal a glance back at him as she brought the bar down to her chest. The fourth rep was rewarding; she realized that she could see straight up his gym shorts and it gave her motivation to keep going. He was a boxer brief kind of guy and either his were one size too small or his package was trying to escape from its cotton confines! She could definitely see the outline of it pressed against the fabric. Her mind began to wander and she began to struggle to lift the bar on her eight rep slightly. That was enough for him to reach quickly down and grab it, but because it was practically resting on her breasts, he couldn’t help but slightly slide his fingers across her nipples as he grabbed the bar. This time it was an electric shock she felt in her toes!

She knows she was blushing but couldn’t help it … the sensation caught her off-guard and her realization of how she felt made her embarrassed. He tried to brush it off like he didn’t feel anything, but that was a lie … he felt it just fine – thank goodness they have the A/C blowing cold air in that gym! The next two sets of eight reps each were magical; she struggled at first on purpose, but later the fight was real to lift the bar so he had to lean in and guide it down and up. The combination of his package practically brushing against her face and his knuckles touching her breasts with each rep, was more than she could have hoped for! She could tell it was still on his mind because afterwards he must have unintentionally glanced at her breasts at least a dozen times. She liked that.

The rest of the session was a little anti-climactic, but the really memorable part of that day was yet to come. He had finished before her on the treadmill – he was running, she was alternating running and walking – and so he was already in the men’s locker room by the time she headed to the ladies’. As she passed the door to the men’s room, it just so happened that one man was exiting and one was entering – the double door system designed to keep passers-by from stealing a peek into the room failed miserably. She couldn’t help but look and it was so worth it! He was there, standing by a locker, completely naked with one foot on a bench, bent-forward to dry his leg so that she had a straight-shot view of his package in all its glory dangling between his legs. It was only a fraction of a second, yet was long enough!

She replayed the scene over and over in her mind … as she gathered her things, as she left the Y, as she drove home, as she undressed, as she got into the shower … she couldn’t not think about all of it – the touch, the sights, they were embedded in the forefront of her mind. For the first time, she allowed herself to think of him, and not her husband, as she reached down and rubbed herself … imagining his naked butt, his impressive tool, his hands on her breasts. She was wet from more than the shower and she came quickly, as if after hours of foreplay. It was a satisfying, knee-trembling orgasm that lasted for what seemed like minutes. Afterward she felt guilt. She’d thought of other men before while masturbating but they weren’t so real … so tangible. This time, it seemed like cheating … something she not only vowed never to do but had no desire to do! She felt ashamed … yet not.

He couldn’t get the feeling out of his head … how wonderful her breasts felt each time he casually, “unintentionally” brushed against them. He wished the showers at the Y were a little more private, but they weren’t designed for that. He could feel the pressure in his pants the entire ride home, thinking of her the whole way there. Rushing inside his house, he left his dog standing in the hallway as he shut the door to his bedroom and quickly slipped out of his jeans; his hand quickly reaching for what she had seen only briefly earlier. He thought of her – picturing her on her knees in front of him, her beautiful eyes looking up at him longingly, impatiently, pleadingly. He pulled off his t-shirt and fell back onto the bed as he pictured her mouth opening to take whatever he gave her. He came quickly … the warmth of it shooting onto his chest and beyond. He was no home-wrecker, but he wanted her so badly that at that moment he would have done anything to have her.

Of course, her husband knew none of this. She had not told him of her thoughts and certainly not of her desires. He vaguely knew that she had gotten help from a guy in the gym one time but she hadn’t gone into any more detail than that. He suspected, but didn’t know. How could she not attract men at the gym? He figured she had many admirers there, but his love for her was complete and without judgment. He trusted her without question never to betray him and felt sure she trusted him the same. He was on his last leg of a long journey home to her and the anticipation of holding her again in his arms was almost more than he could stand. Two more days! She decided he needed to know. They had never kept secrets before and she needed him to know that, despite her understandable desires, he was her world and she would do nothing to endanger that. She wrote him an email explaining the whole story … how she came to know him, how he is incredibly sexy, how she has fantasized about him, masturbated thinking of him, but how none of that compared to how she felt toward the love of her life. She hit SEND and waited for a reply … it didn’t come right away.

She went to the Y as usual at their agreed upon time and, though nothing had actually happened between them, she felt uneasy and nervous in his presence. He asked if she wouldn’t mind having a cup of coffee with him instead of working out; he just wasn’t in the mood. She agreed, thinking it was probably a bad idea but said yes just the same, and they designated a place to meet not too far down the road. She had planned to use this opportunity to tell him they should discontinue their workout sessions … that her husband would be home soon and it just didn’t seem right to her. She wanted to tell him that she really enjoyed their time together and appreciated his help the past few weeks. She wanted to tell him about how in-love she was with her husband and all the great things about him. She wanted to … but didn’t. When he held the door open for her and put his hand in the small of her back to guide her, she melted and forgot all that she was going to say. They had coffee and engaged in small talk and he was his usual funny and handsome self. They stayed for over an hour – she had missed normalcy and adult conversation over coffee more than she thought. When it came time to leave, he walked her to her car and opened the door for her, holding her hand as she climbed in … he waited a long second or two before letting go. She scolded him for skipping the workout and made him promise that tomorrow would be back to business as usual – to which he agreed enthusiastically. “Well, that didn’t go as planned” she thought to herself.

Her husband’s reply came that day. “My dearest Love! By the time you get this I will be only one day away from you! I’ve attached my itinerary so you will know when to pick me up … I cannot wait! As to your ‘confession’ don’t you dare feel guilty. If what you say is the whole truth, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I appreciate you telling me of how you feel and, frankly, I’m surprised this hasn’t happened sooner. If he is a lot like me then of course you would be attracted to him … who could blame you? I know you love me with all your heart and trust you completely. I also know you need sex! If you can hold out just one more day, I’ll be there to satisfy you. It’s been a long time so I will probably not be able to do so for very long! Maybe your new friend can pick up the slack? See you tomorrow night if all goes well!” The tingling was there again! Her mind hadn’t gone down that path at all, but thanks to her wonderful husband, she was now imagining a sexual fantasy that practically brought her to orgasm just thinking about it. She began to hatch an idea …

They met at the Y as usual, but he immediately knew something was different with her … something had changed. She was normally sweet and polite and somewhat reserved, but today she was … well … flirtatious! When they met in the weight room, he could see a twinkle in her eye that wasn’t there before. She touched him more this day than in all the days prior – looking into his eyes each time – even purposely rubbing her hand on his tricep and commenting about how well defined it was. He wasn’t used to this and wasn’t sure what to do! It caught him completely off-guard and he wondered if, perhaps, she had gotten into a fight with her husband (he still had no idea what her husband did, nor did he know he had been gone all these weeks). She kept it up through the entire session and he grew more comfortable with it as time passed. It was as if he was suddenly attractive to her; he liked the change!

She knew what to do now and quickly set her mind to what it would take to succeed. She wasn’t even sure if he was attracted to her … well, that wasn’t completely true; she had a pretty good idea … but he’d always been a perfect gentleman up to now. She needed to turn up the heat a little – to get him to respond to some physical cues. All their contact to this point had been incidental and seemingly accidental; that had to change. She wanted to touch him, badly, and so decided today she would begin by purposely touching his hand, his chest, his arms, his legs and any other part that offered itself. She planned to smile, to wink, to look in his eyes, to lick her lips at a convenient time – all designed to get his mind going. She needed to get him to want her. If only she knew how close he already was! Toward the end of the day’s session, she had a cramp in her calf … not really, though her calves did hurt from yesterday’s session … and she stopped midway through an exercise to feign her injury, knowing full-well he would want to help. “You have a muscle-cramp … here, give me your leg …” and with that he had her sit on a bench, quickly removed her shoe, and bent over in front of her, flexing her foot to keep a stretch on the muscle. He faced her and put her foot on his upper leg, leaning into it to keep the ankle bent and muscle tight as he reached with both hands to rub her calf. She softly moaned as he caressed her leg and arched her back as if to signify he had found the spot. As she did so she purposely pulled her foot slightly away from his leg and began ever so gently stroking it with her toes. She gave him a look that made clear she was enjoying his touch and would like more. He couldn’t have missed the signal. Step-One complete.

Her husband’s flight arrived that night from – a long circuitous journey beginning in the Middle-East, detouring through Turkey, then Germany, and finally back home … 19 hours of flying in all. She was a bundle of nerves and a steaming pot of hormones – after the morning’s touching and rubbing, she was ready for a man and she wanted her man. She loved him so much it was impossible to describe to anyone, so much so she had stopped trying. They didn’t understand and thought she was lying or, worse, fooling herself. But it was true – all of it. She was head over heels completely in love with this man of hers and that love had only grown stronger over the year he had been gone. She wasn’t exactly sure what he did in the military, but was assured by him on numerous occasions that it was boring and mostly reports and mundane stuff. She didn’t believe that, of course; she knew enough about his training and background to know his skills were in high demand and frequently caused him to be gone … but this time was the longest deployment and the hardest. She was ready for him to be home!

If she had gotten more than 24-hours’ notice, she would have had a big evening planned, with a hotel room and wine and dinner … but his message was short and cryptic so she had to forego their traditional homecoming night on the town for a quick trip back to the house and straight to the master bedroom! She didn’t think he’d complain. He didn’t! From the moment their eyes met at Baggage Claim, they began mentally undressing each other and that deep longing continued into the parking garage, the car ride home, and through the doorway and into his home he left nearly six months ago. They kissed often, they touched constantly, they looked into each other’s eyes so much that, more than once, he almost drove off the roadway; his gaze fixed on her in the seat beside him. And what a sight she was, more beautiful than he could have imagined. He cursed the Army for taking him away from her and swore it would be the last time. She knew that was a lie but at that moment didn’t care; he was with her now and that was all that mattered.

They made love. The kind of love-making in movies … in romance novels; it was deeply passionate but, at the same time, hurried and primal! He took her into their bedroom and kissed her deeply as his hands explored her body. She kicked off her shoes and he pushed her backwards, sitting her on the foot of the bed as he ripped his shirt from his chiseled frame. God, she loved his arms and chest and she reached up to stroke his muscular torso as he leaned over to kiss and bite her neck. She reached in front of her and quickly unbuckled his trousers as he nibbled on her ear; he knew full well what was coming next and he didn’t object. She slid off the bed and kneeled before him and stared … it had been so long since this sight was last in her eyes, she wanted to drink it in and savor it. But she also wanted his cock in her mouth and that desire won out! She grasped it with her right hand, with her left she reached around and squeezed his tight ass-cheek for stability. Her tongue went first – licking the tip as it glistened in the dim glow of the light from the hallway – tasting him after such a long separation was pure heaven. He still tasted good and she savored the sticky sweetness that now swirled under her tongue as she circled round the head. Within seconds the entirety of his member was deep in her mouth, her lips suctioned to the shaft. He groaned with pleasure as he grabbed her by the hair and half-heartedly guided her head back and forth … she didn’t need the assistance but she loved it when he grasped her. He pulled her up to him and kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue, before turning her around, pushing her forward, and hiking her skirt up above her waist. Pushing her g-string panties to one side, he slid the full length of his cock into her and paused, letting her adjust to its presence. She let out an audible whimper as places were touched inside of her that were so desperately in need of touching. Slowly, at first, then gradually faster and more rhythmic, he began fucking her from behind, his trousers still gathered at his ankles. She had no illusions he would last very long, but to her surprise his tempo steadied and she began a more regular pattern of breaths and moans and whimpers as he controlled the action with a tight grip on her hips. Her excitement grew and grew until it was too much and came to a crescendo of gyrating and shuddering bliss followed closely by his exasperated panting and moaning as he exploded into her for what seemed like an eternity! Fully spent, he removed himself from her and collapsed onto the bed. She followed-suit, snuggling up to him for a few moment’s rest and reveling in the love they had just made. She was happier than she had ever been, as was he.

They slept-in the next morning, making love once more, but this time with more passion and less force. She rode him to orgasm after orgasm until, once again, he exploded into her – the feeling of his warmth prompting one final toe-curling orgasm for her. They slumbered for another half-hour or so, she curled up next to him, her head on his chest and her hand twirling the hair on his chest, until finally rising, showering, and throwing on some comfy pajamas so they could do what they’d been waiting so long to do – have coffee together on their poolside deck. They lounged and talked and he asked her whether she was planning to work out that morning. She had truly forgotten about it and wasn’t sure if she wanted to or not, but agreed to go when he said he wanted to go with her – explaining it had been almost a week since he had been to the gym, what with all the travel. This was about to get interesting, she thought.

They arrived at the Y around 11 am, about an hour after her normal time. She wondered if he’d be there, half hoping he’d be gone already and half-wanting to see him. Again, she was in a place she couldn’t explain. She had just had the most incredible night and morning with the man she adored, yet she could feel her loins warm at the thought of seeing her … what was he? Her new man? Her other man? She wasn’t sure, but didn’t have to wait long, they turned the corner and there he was! “Sarah! There you are. I was afraid you wouldn’t make it!” “Hi Rick, yes I almost didn’t. I want you to meet someone … Matthew, this is Rick my workout coach.” “Pleased to meet you Rick, I’m Sarah’s husband; I’ve heard a lot about you!” She had been too nervous to introduce him as her husband and wondered what that meant on a deep psychological level; she let that thought pass.

The look on Rick’s face was a mixture of surprise, concern, and disappointment. Just 24-hours prior, she had been stroking his quadricep with her toes and giving him a come-hither look if there ever was one. Now she was introducing him to her husband! He wondered if this Matthew was an over-protective controlling type who would now accompany his wife to the gym to keep an eye on her. With that thought still fresh in his mind, he replied to the offered greeting, shaking hands with Matthew and replying, “Good to meet you! I’ve never seen you here at the Y do you normally work out somewhere else?” Rick had been going to this YMCA for years and knew just about every regular. This guy obviously works out regularly so if he tries to say he goes to the Y, he’ll know it’s BS. “I guess you could say that …” Matthew chuckled“… I’ve been overseas for the past year so I’ve definitely been working out someplace else!” They all laughed a little at that and Matthew proceeded to explain where he’d been and how he just arrived last night.

Rick turned to Sarah and told her that he completely understands that she would prefer being mentored by her live-in coach and so he won’t bother them any longer. “Nonsense!” Matthew replied. “You two pretend like I’m not even here and do your normal thing. I’d be an idiot to stop that, just look at the results!” With that, they both looked her up and down as if she was a prize project at the county fair to be examined … she kind of liked it! “Besides, I like to work out at my own pace and she’s too fast for me!” They laughed again and, after a kiss that probably lasted a little longer than it needed to, Matthew and Sarah went their separate ways, though all three stayed in the weight room. This was her chance. She well knew that Matthew, unlike most men, found her flirting to be a turn-on and so decided to put on a show for him. There was the possibility it could turn bad and Rick might end up with kettle-bell to the back of the head, but she didn’t see it as likely … maybe.

As they worked out, Sarah would steal glances at Matthew, blowing him a kiss here and licking her lips there. Then she would do much the same with Rick … a giggle here, and pat on his shoulder there. Matthew knew exactly what she was doing … and it was working. So well, in fact, he frequently had to turn away and stare at the soundless T.V. on the wall while he waited for a particular part of him to reduce its swelling. At the end of the session, they said their goodbyes and rushed home, where Sarah practically assaulted Matthew in the shower; the proximity of the two men, the sweating, the grunting, the flirting, all of it being too much for her! After drying off and dressing for the rest of their day, Matthew casually mentioned how he could see how she would have the hots for Rick … “He’s quite the studly guy … good strong handshake!” Sarah offered to discontinue their sessions together if it in any way would bother him, yet Matthew would have none of it and insisted she continue doing what she had been doing. Sarah wondered to herself if that meant continue working out or continue the seduction … she assured herself it meant both.

The next day at the Y went much the same as the last. Matthew went about his routine as did the two of them. Occasionally, he would steal a glance at her; sometimes she’d be looking back, other times she’d be concentrating on her form or, more often, concentrating on his form. She was so beautiful! So sexy! He loved looking at her as if he had no idea who she was but was trying to get her to look his way … to catch her eye in the hopes they would exchange small talk later. It excited him to see her as a prize he had yet to win – even more so that she was a prize who, apparently, he would have to steal from a worthy competitor. They seemed very at-ease together, though he could tell there was tension merely from his presence that probably didn’t exist normally. Tension with Rick … not her; she seemed perfectly at-ease. She flirted, she teased – both of them – she laughed, she touched (only Rick) and was enjoying putting on a show. He needed to remember to congratulate the wardrobe designer because her outfit was just the right amount of revealing sexiness. He wondered if she wore something like that normally, or if these days were special.

At first, yesterday, she felt nervous; there were butterflies in her stomach yet the rational part of her brain knew there was no good reason for it. Aside from some flirtatiousness, she had done nothing she needed to be ashamed of and had told Matthew all of her thoughts and desires, yet somehow it felt as if he was watching and judging her. She felt as if she had gotten caught making love to the neighbor and, instead of getting angry, Matthew had sat down on the cedar chest in the bedroom and ordered them to continue while he watched from afar. She felt that way, at first … it soon passed. She admitted to herself that it was nothing like that; she hadn’t gotten caught, she volunteered her culpability to him and he approved. She had no reason to feel guilty; she had done nothing wrong. That feeling was soon replaced with a much better one … excitement. She liked the feeling of physical contact with Rick, however innocent, while Matthew stole looks at them periodically. She wondered what he was thinking, yet knew. She knew that this was probably stimulating to him; she knew him very well. She knew he was checking her out as if they were strangers in the gym and she was working out with her boyfriend but sending flirtatious glances at the hot stranger across the room. She knew how his fantasy mind worked and she loved it.

Rick wasn’t sure how to act or what to do. He tried to over-play the coaching role, as if to emphasize that was his primary purpose and this was all business. But of course, it wasn’t; she hadn’t hired him to train her, they were … what exactly were they … friends? Not really; he hardly knew anything about her … Hell, he didn’t even know her husband was in the military or was out of the country until one day ago! He still didn’t know her last name. No, they weren’t friends. What then? Not lovers … as much as he wished they were, they were not even close, unless you count fantasy sex. Not a business relationship, not friends, not lovers, what was left? He guessed the only thing left was the truth – two people who enjoyed each other’s company in the gym. That really was the extent of it, and the realization gave him pause … and made him a little disappointed it wasn’t more than that.

Matthew couldn’t stand not touching her – especially since Rick was getting to – so he purposely walked over to her as she was watching Rick on the bench press and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She felt a warmth shoot through her as soon as he did, placing her arms on his and squeezing into his body as she kissed his forearm. It wasn’t done for purpose; it was done out of instinct. Years of doing the same, or similar, each time he would hold her like that. She loved it! Still, she slightly regretted it when Rick sat up on the bench; the look of disappointment evident in his reaction. How funny, she thought to herself, that it would be the case that her showing affection to her husband, in front of her imaginary lover, would cause jealousy like that! It was the first real indication that Rick had any feelings for her at all, and she kind of liked that too.

Matthew offered to spot Rick on the next set and Rick thanked him, telling him that he was going light since Sarah couldn’t be expected to spot him much. She crinkled her nose at that statement and made a “hmpfh” sound as if she could spot him just fine and he was just making excuses. When the time came, Rick changed the weights – replacing the two 10 lb. discs she was using with a 45 and 35 lb. plate on each end. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched Rick lift the 205 lbs. eight times and Matthew spot him … this was too good to be true! They both looked so damn good in their shorts and tank-tops. She would like nothing better than to touch both of them – to rub her hands along their chests and arms. But they weren’t to that point … not yet. She still had work to do.

At the conclusion, they said their goodbyes and agreed to meet again tomorrow. This was going to become a regular thing. And so, it did, each session growing more normal and routine until it seemed Sarah and Rick forgot he was there while they were working out. It got to be where they would linger afterwards more and more to talk. Rick always had questions for Matthew about where he’d been, what he’d done, how many people he’d killed … the usual questions. Matthew was curious about Rick’s entrepreneurship and asked him about his start-up. Sarah was curious about both … it seemed she knew just about as much of Rick’s work than her own husband – not much! After a month or so, they seemed to genuinely enjoy each other’s company, so it was no great surprise when Rick – in response to Sarah’s complaint of foot pain – offered that they come to his house later that day and soak her foot in his hot tub. She agreed without even waiting for Matthew’s approval … it came none-the-less. He did enjoy a good soak in a hot tub!

Step-Two Complete!

Rick had offered to cook steaks for them on the grill, all they needed to bring was a salad and some adult beverages. She and Matthew arrived around 6:30, she wearing a cotton sun-dress – the kind that ties behind the neck – and adorable sandals; he wearing shorts and a polo shirt – their swimsuits in a bag along with the wine and salad. They let themselves into the backyard as instructed and said their hello’s as Rick tended to the steaks that he had just placed on the grill. Sarah poured wine for them all – Rick had already had a couple of glasses – and she and Matthew sat on the patio near Rick as he worked the steaks. Dinner was had on the same patio, and they talked more and joked and laughed … it was nice. And … weird.

She remembered dating before Matthew and it seemed for all the world that she was on a first date. Rick was outdoing himself; she was very impressed with his ability to host the event and found herself unconsciously rating his performance … and his looks. He looked good in his sunglasses, shorts, and flowered Hawaiian shirt. She frequently checked out his butt as he worked the grill and found herself staring at him … thinking to herself that she would totally fuck him tonight if this was a date … all the while her husband sat mere inches from her. Yet she didn’t neglect him. Matthew looked incredibly sexy and she couldn’t resist stroking his exposed leg with her sandaled foot or staring at him as he walked away to get more wine. She would totally fuck him too! As she drank, the thoughts of fucking Rick and Matthew kind of merged into one thought. One incredibly delicious thought!

Dinner complete and the last bottle of wine opened and poured, Rick suggested they put the hot tub to work on Sarah’s sore foot, which everyone thought was a grand idea. Rick suggested she and Matthew use his bedroom to change into their swimsuits and he would use the bathroom to do the same – showing them to the room and excusing himself. Matthew wasted no time in untying the knot behind her neck and felt the need to kiss the spot where the fabric had, until seconds earlier, been protecting. His hands, naturally, found her breasts as the dress dropped to her waist and she let out a gasp as he nibbled on her left ear and squeezed her nipples at the same time. She wanted him right then and there and she turned quickly to strip him of his shorts. Within seconds, her lips were engulfing his growing cock and she would have gladly kept sucking on him all night had he not reminded her that Rick was probably wondering what they were doing. She promised his cock she would see him later … maybe sooner rather than later … and finished putting on her swimsuit as he did the same. Rick was already in the spa when they walked back outside; full glass of wine in his hand and partially hidden in the darkness. The two retrieved their wine glasses from the table and moved to the hot tub; Rick stood and held her glass while Matthew steadied her from behind by holding her hand as she stepped into the hot tub. They settled in, Rick on one side, the two of them on the other. Rick leaned out of the spa to flip the switch turning on the jets and Sarah was noticeably staring at his physique … it was glistening from the water and foam and obviously hard as a rock. She liked what she saw … and wanted to see more. Once in position, Rick asked “If you don’t mind Matt … Sarah, give me your foot and I’ll put it in front of the water-jet on this side.” Without really waiting for approval from Matthew, Rick reached down to grab Sarah’s leg and foot, grasping the ankle and calf, and guiding the foot to where the water was shooting from a nozzle in the side of the tub. “Tell me when I get it on the right spot” he said as he maneuvered the foot left and right until she affirmed he was there. “oooooh that feels wonderful!” she moaned as the jet of water pulsated against the skin of her left foot. Matthew could barely see Rick from his seat to the right of Sarah, but that was okay with him; his focus was on her. As she moaned from the sensation of the water massaging her foot, Matthew moved her forward to allow him to get behind her as he began massaging her neck and shoulders. Rick had never really let go of her left foot and he too began rubbing on her – his right hand holding her foot in position as his left began squeezing her calf. It was unclear to her if either man could tell exactly what the other was doing … between the darkness and the steam from the spa, visibility was limited. It occurred to her that as she moaned her approval, she was likely encouraging both … again, that was okay with her. She had one man at each end – both of them devoted to her pleasure! It couldn’t get better. Or, could it?

As Rick continued guiding her left foot around the jet, she used her right to gently rub her toe along his waist and stomach – both hidden by the bubbles. While Matthew kissed and rubbed her neck, she caressed Rick’s torso. The distraction causing him to stop rubbing her leg and turn slightly to face her. This merely opened himself for her actual objective, and she switched targets quickly from his side to his crotch. Her foot found him to be somewhat hard and growing harder by the second! At first, she acted as if it were just incidental contact, but that façade soon collapsed as she began actively stroking his swimtrunks with her toes. But he wasn’t alone in his rigidity. As Matthew rubbed himself against her back, he too was growing with the excitement of the evening.

It was time to make her move.

She pulled her feet back from Rick and turned to face Matthew, placing a long, slow, passionate kiss on his lips. Just as Matthew began to take charge, she pulled away, giving him a look that seemed to say ‘just you wait and see what’s next!’ Crossing the width of the spa, she took Rick’s head into her hands. Her lips found his as if guided to them. Her hands explored his chest as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. It had been 11 years since she had kissed another man, and now she was doing it within feet of her husband! The tension … the thrill … the passion was intense! She had no idea if Matthew was glaring at them or enthralled by this vision. Poor Rick was probably wondering if this was the last thing he would experience before Matthew walked over and snapped his neck! But what a way to go! Her response was soon in coming. As she seduced Rick, Matthew had saddled up behind her and engaged himself in removing her bikini top. She had her answer.

Step-Three Complete!

It was still dark and steamy and this only added to the suspense and intrigue. Matthew’s hands on her breasts and Ricks on her waist were a feeling she had no comparison for. Moreover, Matthew’s lips on her neck while her own lips were on Rick’s was even more bizarre! Rick could not resist the sight of her nipples protruding toward him and pulled away from her lips so that he could guide himself downward to them. Rick licked, then sucked, then nibbled – first the left, then the right and each time sent bolts of electricity through her! She needed more though. She moved forward and found the waistband of Ricks swim trunks – with one move they were off. She turned and did the same to her husband’s … neither man protested. She pushed Matthew backwards toward the hot tub steps and guided him to a sitting position at the top step – his cock above the water. She gave it a lick and a kiss, then moved to Rick and positioned him next to Matthew – her still in the water between them. With both hands, she began stroking their cocks at the same time – each man moaning with pleasure. They were glistening from the water and steam and slight amount of cum beginning to spread from the tip of each one. She would alternate by paying special attention to one for a few minutes before turning her devotion to the other. Their sizes were similar yet shapes were different … something she wondered about as to how Rick’s might feel inside her. She didn’t have long to wonder. As she leaned over to give Rick some oral attention, Matthew could take no more and pulled her ass toward him – untying the strings on her bikini bottom and letting it fall into the swirling black water. As Sarah’s tongue was circling the large head of Rick’s cock, Matthew placed a stabilizing foot on the bottom step and one on the second step and plunged his deep into her … a squeal followed by a whimper escaped from her mouth, a sound stopped only by Rick’s cock being swallowed - blocking any further noise from escaping Sarah’s throat. She couldn’t believe how good this felt – to have two cocks all to herself! It really was better than she had ever imagined, and she had imagined it many, many times. More importantly, she was sharing this experience with the man she loved and adored, who she knew was obviously enjoying it as well. There was no hint of jealousy, no suspicion of doubt or hesitation. Matthew was so much a part of her plan that it seemed as if he was in on it the whole time. It was wonderful to have a partner like him; someone who knew her fully and completely.

And right now, Matthew was fully and completely fucking the shit out of her pussy as she licked, and stroked, and sucked Rick’s cock like there was no tomorrow! She decided it was time for a comparison, and so, pulled away from Matthew, removed Rick’s dick from her lips, and turned to whisper into Matt’s ear. “Are you okay if he fucks me?” She was prepared for resistance, but instead got this reply: “We’re not leaving until he does!” With that, she looked deep into his eyes and gave him the most incredible kiss he’d ever had … a kiss with the hint of another man’s cum on her breath. She then moved to Rick, who had been stroking his dick since her lips left it, and kissed him just as passionately before whispering in his ear “I want you to fuck me hard, right now!” She then turned and offered her ass to Rick as she began licking Matthew’s cock. He penetrated her quickly and it shocked her! He felt … different. Not better, not worse, just different … and extremely good! She was already close to orgasm when she pulled away from Matthew and it didn’t take long before she came, and then came again, and then came one more time!

Matthew wanted more of her pussy and so positioned himself seated on the edge of the hot tub, pulling her to him, turning her around to face away from him, lifting her up and out of the water, and guiding her wetness onto his erectness. Amazingly, they had never fucked in that position before and it was incredible! She came instantly; his cock touching parts of her that neither he nor any man before him had ever touched. Her legs were on fire from the shock of it and when she recovered, she found Rick’s cock waiting next to her face … she couldn’t turn it down. As she bounced up and down on Matthew, she slurped and sucked Rick until he was so close to cumming he had to step back. “I’m too close!” he protested. “But I want to taste your cum!” she replied. At that, Matthew pushed her off him and back into the water, telling her “You’re about to taste us both!” As he stood up and began stroking his cock. Sarah positioned herself standing on the second step of the hot tub, right at dick level! Matthew was first and he moved in toward her open and waiting mouth. Within just a few expert strokes he was shooting stream after stream of hot creamy cum past her lips and onto her tongue! Rick moved in quickly and took even less time. Sarah still had a mouthful of cum when he exploded into her mouth, onto her breasts, and some onto her face! Watching another man ejaculate onto his wife was, hands-down, the sexiest thing Matthew had ever witnessed!

Sarah gave Rick’s cock one last suck, causing him to shiver, before swallowing the load in her mouth. She rubbed the cum on her titties, looking first at Rick, then Matthew, before sinking back below the water to clean herself off. Then she sat back down and began drinking the rest of her wine. Rick and Matthew did the same, only this time they sat close by her, one on each side. She thanked Rick and then turned and whispered seductively in Matthew’s ear a heartfelt thank-you. The rest of the evening was, understandably, anti-climactic but enjoyable just the same. Rick offered dessert and went naked into his kitchen, returning with cheesecake! It was a perfect ending, but not the end of their time together. Sarah turned and put the last piece of cake into Matthew’s mouth and quickly followed up with a kiss. “This has been a wonderful night and you are the most wonderful husband in the world. I love you more now – at this moment – than I ever have! Rick toasted them both as he finished his wine. Sarah turned to Rick … “Next time we’ll host. Matthew makes the best brisket!” Matthew smiled and imagined what “next time” would be like. He felt himself getting slightly hard again at the thought of it.

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