My Wife’s Trainer Really Has Excellent Form
You can tell from the sounds she makes…
Sundays have become something of a ritual in our house. My wife gets up early and heads to the gym. I pretend to be asleep until she’s gone, and then I follow her to the gym and watch as her trainer Marcus stretches her out.
I’m not even sure why I do it. Watching them fills me with an intense jealousy, but seeing my wife of five years devolve into a sex-crazed nymphomaniac was also intensely arousing.
The sex was certainly hitting the spot, my wife Jess’s mood seemed to be improving by the week and while we hadn’t had sex in a fortnight our relationship seemed to be on the mend. Jess was more relaxed and a lot more flirty than she’d been in the past. I was forced to confront the possibility that Marcus giving it to my wife once a week seemed to be exactly what our relationship needed.
Maybe I just liked to watch. Or maybe I was in denial. I couldn’t really tell, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.
I knew I was in trouble when I started looking forward to Sundays. Of course, they had no idea about our little routine but I planned my week around it.
Which is why I was surprised when I found two cars in our driveway on a Wednesday afternoon. My wife had stayed home from work complaining about a sore throat, but I’d have recognized Marcus’ car anywhere. It was always the only other car in the lot when my wife went to the gym on a Sunday morning.
My heart did a little flip. He was here, in my house. I was terrified and excited at the same time. After the last two Sundays, I knew better than to think there was any training going on here.
The only training Marcus was helping with was training my wife’s tight pussy to accommodate his huge cock. The thought made me hard.
I parked in front of our neighbor's house so that if Jess or Marcus looked out front, they wouldn’t see anything that might give away my presence. Locking the car, I slipped through the side yard and let myself in the laundry.
There was no one downstairs so I made my way up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom.
The door was open. Not ajar. Completely open.
“That’s it, no hands baby, just use your tongue,” Marcus instructed.
“Yes, daddy,” my wife’s voice drifted out into the hall.
There was no way to see what they were up to without giving myself away. This wasn’t the gym and a slightly ajar door wouldn’t hide me. I wrestled with the choice.
What would happen if I caught them in the act? Everything might be over. I didn’t want to lose my favorite new spectator sport, and part of me was worried my wife might leave me for her well-hung trainer.
But I couldn’t stand there and do nothing. So slowly, steadily, I made my way down the hall. My legs shook a little though I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear.
My wife came into view first. She was kneeling on the floor beside our bed, her hot little ass sticking out in a pair of tight boyleg exercise shorts that were little bigger than a pair of underwear.
Her ass looked incredible. Her hours in the gym were paying off in more than one way it seemed. She was leaning forward over Marcus’ knees as he sat on the edge of our bed, leaning back on my pillow that was bunched up under his armpit.
He looked utterly unconcerned with the fact he was currently completely naked in another man’s bed. Clearly this was not new territory for him. He had that big cock sticking up proudly, jammed between my wife’s sports bra and her very enhanced breasts.
She’d told the doc she wanted them stripper big, and like any other man on the planet, I thought that was a great idea. The added attention she’d received since had always made me grin as other men stared at my hot wife in envy.
It was only now that I was starting to realize I might not be the only one enjoying them. Of course, I knew about Marcus, was he the first and only? Or had there been others? She looked awfully well practiced at her current ‘exercise’.
My wife’s hands were behind her back as she used just her ample cleavage and sport’s bra to work his hard shaft. On each downward bob, she’d lick around his head before taking him into her mouth.
Her enthusiastic but messy blowjob was dripping saliva down into the canyon of her cleavage, which only served to better lubricate them for Marcus’ use.
“There he is,” Marcus said, his eyes rising to meet mine. “Wondering when our little perv would show up.”
My wife turned, noted my presence, and went back to servicing her trainer.
“You call me a perv while you're in my bed,” I called, my voice rising.
“Oh don’t get indignant,” he replied, waving me off like a bothersome fly. “The gym has security cameras, you idiot. I came to your house so that I don’t have to explain your jizz to my cleaners anymore.”
“Wh-what?” I stammered.
“Don’t be shy now,” Marcus laughed. “We’ve watched the videos, mate. We know you’re a watcher, get in the corner and enjoy the view. Your wife and I are just getting started.”
“Jess?” I appealed to my wife, who didn’t look at me.
“You heard the man,” she replied. “In the corner or come back in a few hours. Your choice.”
Well, I wasn’t leaving. And Marcus wasn’t either, so I dropped my bag in the doorway and made my way over to my reading chair in the corner. From there I was looking at my wife’s face as she lavished attention on Marcus.
“Enough of the entrée, I’m ready for the main course,” Marcus grinned as he lifted my wife to her feet. He grabbed her soaked sports bra, fondling her for a moment before lifting it up, exposing both of her perfect breasts.
She shimmied out of her bra and Marcus took his time, fondling her from behind as she turned to kiss him with the same lips that had been blowing him only a few minutes ago.
I was painfully hard, but didn’t want to give in. I told myself I could resist.
Right until he bent my wife over the bed and lined up behind her. She looked me in the eye as he got behind her.
“Sorry baby, he’s just so big. I need this,” she groaned.
“And I need this,” Marcus said, smacking her ass. With glee he peeled down my wife’s shorts. They were soaked through at the crotch, her arousal evident to all of us.
Marcus grabbed her hips, and I figured I should at least make a token effort of protesting.
“You’re just going to take him? Bareback?” I whispered.
“Always do hun,” she replied with a smile. “He feels so much better like that.”
“Don’t worry,” Marcus laughed. “I won’t be putting a baby in your hot little wife.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“At least not today,” Marcus grinned, slapping her bare ass again. “It is hump day after all!”
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