Sweat Session

I, Kathleen Green, was an attractive housewife. In the three years of marriage with my husband, we had tried every position imaginable in our 1,000 sessions. One day, I was on all fours, my hips arched high to meet Kent Green’s intense thrusting. He pounded hard against my rear. It didn’t take long before he let out a sigh of resignation. “Jeez. You can use a perkier bottom. It just doesn’t hit right.“I love a nice bounce to it.”To spice things up in the bedroom, I sought out a personal trainer to target my glutes. My trainer was a total buffed hunk named Harry Mason. His skintight gym wear did little to cover up his bulge. Addressing my pleas, Harry set up a nighttime training schedule for me. For better observation of my progress, Harry told me to drop the safety shorts under the skirt. My cheeks burned with shame at the thought of how little modesty I would present myself in front of a stranger. However, I convinced myself to go along with it to keep Kent

Startled, I clamped down hard.That stopped Harry in place. Getting the cue, Harry backed off and pulled my panties back on. “Um… Don’t get the wrong idea. I noticed that you were damp there, so I thought I should give you a hand,” Harry muttered awkwardly. I wasn’t the least bit upset, though. I must admit, I was a little disappointed. If only Harry were a bit bolder and forceful. I longed for him to take me by force. At least, the fault of cheating wouldn’t fall on me. “Oh, it’s okay. I was just a little nervous and scared.” Seeing that I didn’t hold anything against him, Harry grew at ease. “It’s alright. I can understand your nerves since it’s your first time. You’ll get used to it.” Talking about the first time, I wasn’t sure whether he meant our encounter or my experience at the gym. Wiping away my sweat, I told Harry, “I can feel my glutes burning. Is this progress?” Harry was intrigued. He slipped his hand under my skirt and felt around my rear before

When the morning rolled around, I had gotten a grip on myself and dove straight into work. By diverting my attention to work, I could keep my mind off my broken marriage. Somehow, I found a moment of peace. Time passed, and before I knew it, it was time to clock out. As promised, I headed to the gym. Harry’s presence kept me grounded. He dropped the equipment and gave me the warmest welcome the moment I entered.“You’re here, Kathleen.” I nodded. “Why do I get the feeling that you’re down?” I stayed silent, unable to find the words to describe the pain. Not one to pry, Harry simply carried on with the training. He positioned himself between my legs, hitting me where I longed for more. This time, it wasn’t just physical. I started to feel something for him. Love was the key that turned things up a notch.I had never been so ready to surrender to temptation. Harry’s strong build was enough to get me soaked in mere seconds. It was an amazing feeling. I ben

Sympathy ripped through the courtroom. Convinced I was guilty, the crowd seemed eager to see me locked up.With a grin, I raised my hand and uttered, “I have evidence to present to the court.” The courtroom fell into stunned silence. “Proof? You’re the attacker. Don’t try to turn this on your husband. “Exactly. You make the rest of us women look bad by resorting to violence.” … I was bombarded with a flurry of verbal abuse from the gallery. Even Kent said arrogantly, “What proof could you possibly have? Not even God can save you now.” Without a word, I simply curled my lips.I directed their attention to the large screen in the courtroom. The footage showed Kent hauling me across the room and taking me by force. The crowd gasped sharply. Seizing the moment, I addressed the court emotionlessly, “I want him charged for assaulting me.” My statement stirred quite the uproar. “Holy cow. I didn’t see that twist coming. The defendant became the plaintiff.” “The g