LOGINNeither of us moved away from each other.He stepped fully inside and closed the door behind him. He dropped the bag on the floor. His eyes stayed locked on the two of us.“So this is what happens when I leave you two alone,” he said.His wife looked at him without any shame in her face.“She started it,” she said. “But I finished it.”He walked closer until he was only a few steps away. I could see the outline of his cock already hard in his shorts. He stopped in front of us and looked between our bodies slowly. Water still ran down my chest and over my stomach. His wife’s nipples were still hard. My pussy was still throbbing from the orgasm she had given me.He reached out and put one hand on my breast. He squeezed it the same way he always did when we were alone. Then he reached for his wife’s breast with his other hand and did the same thing to her. He stood there holding both of us for a moment while the water continued to fall.“Both of you,” he said. “Get on your knees.”We di
Her fingers pressed firmer against the top of my slit. Water from the shower continued to run down both of our bodies in a steady stream. My heart was still beating fast in my chest. I looked at her face and saw no hesitation there at all. She kept her hand right where it was and looked straight into my eyes while the water fell over us.I reached for the bottom of her sports top with both hands and pulled it upward. She lifted her arms without saying anything and let me take it off completely. Her tits spilled out heavy and full. The nipples were already hard from the air and the water. I put both hands on them and squeezed. They felt soft and warm under my palms. I lifted them and squeezed again. I leaned in and took one nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard on it. She made a low sound in her throat and put her hand on the back of my head to keep me in place. I stayed there for a long time, sucking and using my tongue on the hard nipple. Then I switched to the other breast and did
Days went by, and I did not hear from him. At first I told myself it was fine. He was a married man, and he had responsibilities. By the third day, the silence started to get to me. I checked my phone more than I wanted to admit. I kept remembering the way he fucked me while his wife’s face stayed on the screen. I kept remembering the money he handed me without asking questions. None of it helped. My body still wanted him.On the fifth day, I decided I was done waiting. I put on tight shorts and a sports bra and left the house. The walk to the gym took about fifteen minutes. When I stepped inside, the place looked the same as always. Bright lights, rows of machines. The smell of sweat and rubber mats. A few people were already working out, but the crowd was still light.I found him near the free weights. He wasn't alone. A woman stood next to him. I had never seen her in person before. Her ass was well-shaped and high in her leggings. Her boobs looked full and perky under the tight
The phone kept ringing, his wife’s smiling on the screen. I pulled away just enough to look at him, and the anger rose fast inside my chest.“You’re still with that bitch. I thought we had an agreement that you would leave her?”“Come on, Charlene. Why is there even a clause if you already knew I just married her two weeks ago?”“Wow. You married her two weeks ago, but you still get to ride another woman’s pussy and have sex with her willingly, happily, and joyfully. Touché.”He rolled his eyes and let out a short breath. “Please. You know the reason why I married her. It's not because I love her, but because of what I could get from her. You are the one I love, and you are the one I want to fuck. So shush.”“The least you could do is ignore her at least. Wait… answer her.”“No. I'm going to ignore her.”“You really don't have to ignore her because of me. We could still be doing what we're doing while you talk to her.”He considered my words for a long moment. His cock was still hard
All my life I have been obsessed with my physical trainer. He is the kind of man who moves my body in ways I cannot explain. One minute I am deep in a fantasy about him bending me over the treadmill and fucking me until my legs give out and I can no longer stand. The next minute I force myself back to reality and try to remember that he is a newly married man.I am supposed to care about respect and boundaries. But fuck that… My desires burn hotter than his wedding vows, so why should I bother pretending otherwise?My name is Charlene Monroe. Most of my friends would call me a slut without hesitation. Honestly, I don't care because I live by one simple rule. As long as my pussy is thoroughly pleasured, nothing else matters.Today I was supposed to meet him for a training session. Instead, I had to cancel because the cramps hit hard and I was deep in my period.My lower belly ached with every small movement I make, yet the craving for him never left. If anything, it grew stronger with
~GabriellaMason, please, please just wait. I tried pushing his head back with both hands, but the pressure of my palms against his forehead did nothing to stop him. His strength was quiet and absolute.“Mason, please, just chill,” I whispered, voice already thinning.“Gabriella. You would enjoy this. Trust me.”The words landed low and certain. I felt my neck loosen against the pillow as his face sank lower, closer to the soft, warm place between my thighs. The air changed. He breathed in once, slow and deep, and a pleased sound rolled from his throat.“Mmm. I like the smell of this.” He pressed a soft kiss just above the line of my pubic hair. “Thank you.”“Mason… Mason, please. I’m not ready.”“Relax, girl. You will love it.”My next protest came out smaller. “I’ve not shaved, okay? It’s… it’s a bit bushy down there.”He looked up the length of my body, eyes dark and steady. “I like them bushy. I don’t care, Gabriella. I want you. I really do. So please stop ruining the mood.”The







