by Lexi Archer
Wife’s Trainer
Lexi Archer
Contents
Wife’s Trainer
1. Suspicions
2. Anticipation
3. Confession
4. The Big Night
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6. Slow Seduction
7. Possibilities
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1. Date Night
2. Friendly Dinner
3. Cleaning Up
4. Caught in the Act
5. Compensation
6. First Times
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Wife’s Trainer
1
Suspicions
"How late do you think you're going to be tonight baby?" Diana asked.
I paused and looked her up and down. Both because of that ridiculous question and because I liked looking her up and down. My wife had the kind of body that needed to be enjoyed.
"I'll be out at my night class until about eight o'clock just like always," I said. "Why? Did you have something planned? Some secret rendezvous with your lover?"
I shivered as I said it, but of course she didn't see anything from her spot in the living room. She was watching one of her favorite shows right now, but I knew she had to have plans for the evening.
She was always doing something when I had night class. Sometimes it was going out with her friends. Sometimes it was going to the gym to work on that body I loved to admire so much.
Whatever it was, it was enough to drive me to distraction as I sat in the small classroom taking notes and trying to pay attention to class. I didn't always do such a good job of it either.
"I was thinking of going to the gym, actually," she said.
I rounded the divide between the kitchen and the living room and moved up behind her. She was so engrossed in her show that she didn't even seem to realize I was right behind her.
Well then. That was just fine with me. The better to scare her with.
I paused for a moment to look down and admire the beautiful sights on offer before I scared her though. God my wife was beautiful. She was in a button down shirt with the top couple of buttons undone which gave me a good view of her perky tits that I loved so much.
Apparently that was how she liked to unwind when she came home from a difficult day at the office. That was fine with me. Anything that involved her wearing less clothes was A-ok in my book.
"The gym, eh?" I said, reaching down and grabbing her shoulders. She yelped a little and gave me a dirty look. "So does that mean you're going to be spending some time with your naughty trainer?"
"Give it a rest Sam," she said. "You know it's not like that."
"I know babe," I said, turning the shoulder grab into a shoulder rub.
She was usually pretty good about not beating the crap out of me or telling me to sleep on the couch if I was nice enough to give her a shoulder rub after scaring her. It was one of the things that had kept the peace since we got married.
I knew I could be a jerk sometimes, so it was important to give her some sugar to make it all better.
"That feels good," she said, rolling her head around as all the tension of the day released.
I was getting a bit more tension on my end though. The view straight down her shirt was something else, and the skirt that clung to her body down below was equally distracting. Almost as distracting as the tight yoga pants she wore whenever she got ready to go to the gym.
Bless whatever fashionista decided yoga pants were going to be the next big fashion trend, because damn did it work for my wife.
Looking at her and thinking about how hot she was only served to further distract me as I thought about guys at the gym checking her out. I thought about her trainer in particular. I'd been there a couple of times while she was meeting with the guy, and while I appreciated how he kept her in shape I really appreciated the way he was always staring at her.
The guy was built. Muscular. Dark skin. Broad shoulders. He looked like the kind of guy who could break me in two, and I'd been no slouch in the working out department back before grad school when I still had time to do that sort of thing.
"Have you ever thought about maybe being a little more naughty than you already are when you're at the gym?" I asked.
Diana moved a hand up and put it on my hand. Gave it a squeeze as she turned up to stare at me.
"You know what I think about that," she said.
"I know what you say you think about that because that's what you think I want to hear," I said. "And I think you also know how much you want to try it."
"You should be careful about that," she said. "If you keep that up then one day I might take you up on that offer."
A wave of dizziness washed over me at her words as all the blood rushed from my head down to my cock at once and it was all I could do to stay in place.
"If only you would actually do that," I said.
Diana surprised me by turning around and getting up on her knees on the couch. She leaned forward even as her hand went down and she undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. My eyes ran down her body to where her breasts were encased in a basic white bra, and I desperately wanted to see what was on display under that bra.
Hey, what can I say? I might've been married to the girl, we might've fucked so many times in our first year of marriage that I knew every inch of her beautiful body, but I couldn't get enough of her.
One year on and we were still in the honeymoon phase of our marriage. I guess I should consider us blessed for that. I knew other couples who'd been married for a lot less time and they already couldn't stand each other.
"So you'd be fine if you came home from one of your night classes and you found me in the arms of another man?" she asked. She grabbed my hands and pulled them down to her waist. "If you saw him holding me like this?"
I licked my lips. She'd never done something like this before, but I liked it. Anything where she was indulging in this fantasy rather than telling me it was never going to happen was just fine with me.
"Maybe I would," I said, trying to keep my voice level.
I'm not sure that I did a very good job of it. It wavered despite my best efforts. Her grin got wider as she moved her hands up.
"And you'd be okay with him touching my tits, like this?"
She pushed my fingers under her bra and the whole thing came up as my fingers made contact with her glorious pink nipples. I looked down at my hands grabbing her and I couldn't help but wonder what it would look like to have her trainer's massive hands covering her petite tits.
She was so tiny. So fit. I had trouble imagining he would be able to even fit inside her with
out snapping her in two. Yet I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. It had become one of my top fantasies ever since I started talking to Diana about this stuff.
"Maybe I'd be interested in that too," I said.
"I think you're full of shit," she said.
"And I think I have to have you," I said.
I practically leapt over the back of the couch. Diana yelled in surprise, but she didn't seem to mind much as I fell on top of her. Her legs parted and I pressed against her pussy and thought, not for the first time or the last time, that I was the luckiest asshole in the world that I got to be with her.
She was perfect. She was my beauty. My petite little cheerleader I'd fallen for in high school. Who I'd married our last year of college. Who I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with.
The woman I couldn't wait to share with other men, while we were at it. I couldn't explain why it turned me on so much. All I knew was it turned me on and that was that.
"You naughty boy!" she said, slapping my shoulder a couple of times. "You're going to be late for class if you're not careful!"
"I don't care if I'm let for class if I get to have you," I said.
Okay, so maybe it was a cheesy line. I didn't give a fuck because it was a cheesy line that was absolutely true. I could skip all my classes for an entire semester if it meant I got to fuck her.
Which meant this needed to be over and done with soon because otherwise I really was going to miss class and that would be a problem given enough time.
"Oh you're terrible," she gasped as I pressed my cock against her.
"And you're my little slut," I said.
She bit her lip and looked up at me. Her blue eyes meeting my brown eyes. "Would you really like it if I was your little slut?"
I paused. I couldn't believe she'd actually said that. I couldn't believe that was something she was actually considering.
"Are you serious or is this more fantasy stuff?" I asked.
She looked away and I could see the wheels turning in her mind even as I pressed my cock against the heat of her pussy. The heat that I knew was waiting for me. All I had to do was pull my boxers off and rip her panties aside and she would be mine for the taking.
I didn't want to take anything just yet though. No, I was far more interested in seeing what she was on about here. In seeing whether or not she was serious when she said she was considering this.
"I mean Michael is pretty hot," she said, biting her lip and not meeting my eyes.
I felt dizzy all over again. She'd never admitted to being attracted to another guy before. Talk about a major breakthrough. She always said I was more than enough man for her and I should be happy I was with a girl who was happy with one guy.
Even if I'd never quite believed it. Even if I'd been frustrated that I was with a girl who thought I was the only guy for her.
"Are you serious?" I asked, reaching down to slip my finger into her panties. I figured if ever there was a time when I needed to grease the wheels a little bit with some attention down below then this was it.
Her eyes closed and she gasped as my fingers found their home. Her hips started to churn as I moved my fingers in and out of her in a practiced motion that I'd used with her time and again.
She was like a familiar instrument and I knew all the right notes to play her perfectly. Yet the thought that got me hotter than anything was thinking about another man who wasn't all that familiar with her getting to try out some of those same notes.
"What if I said I did think about it?" she asked, looking at me finally. "Would that make me a horrible person?"
"No," I said, leaning down to kiss her. Her mouth opened to mine and oh fuck was she hungry and waiting for it. She kept bucking her hips up to meet my every thrust with my fingers and I knew I was going to lose it. I was going to be lost on a wave of passion that was threatening to overtake both of us as we got so turned on talking about this forbidden scenario.
I pulled back from the kiss and she stared up at me. Her eyes darted back and forth as though she was searching for something there.
"Are you sure honey?" she asked.
"I'm sure baby," I said. "That would only make me love you more. You know how much I've wanted something like this, and now you're thinking about making it happen."
I pulled my hands out of her and moved down to fish my cock out of my pants. She let out a cute little gasp of disappointment as my fingers left her pussy, but that was replaced with a gasp of delight as I pulled her panties aside and thrust my cock in with one stroke.
"Damn baby," I said. "You really are turned on, aren't you?"
"I bet you're turned on too, thinking about another man putting his cock inside your sweet little wife?"
I gasped at her words. It was too much for me. I started thrusting in and out of her with all the strength I could muster, and even that almost didn't feel like enough.
This was a major fucking moment. A turning point in our relationship. She'd admitted she was into the idea of getting with other guys and she'd almost said that she wanted to try it. I was having trouble believing this was actually happening as I pounded inside her.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" she asked. "Because if you're serious, if this isn't going to end in divorce, then I think I could make it happen. You've seen the way Michael looks at me."
I grunted inside her. "You keep that up and I'm going to blow my load pretty fast."
"Oh yeah? Does that turn you on thinking of your load inside me while I'm at the gym working out with Michael? While he's looking at my ass and thinking about how he'd like to get his load inside me?"
This really was starting to be too much. It's like she'd taken everything out of my fantasy playbook and was reciting it back to me verbatim.
"It would be fucking hot if you came home and his come was deep inside you baby," I said.
She purred under me as her hips thrust up to meet mine. She looked like a lewd petite little fucktoy under me with her blouse spread open down the middle and her breasts bouncing where I'd pulled up her bra. I wondered how many guys at her office had fantasized about just this scenario before, but I was the lucky bastard who got to experience it firsthand.
Though if this went the way I thought it was going then there was a good chance some of those guys might get a chance to enjoy the fantasy for real.
One thing at a time though.
"You know he gives me free training sessions, right?" she asked.
I paused in my fucking. That was a new one on me. I suppose I should've realized her training sessions weren't showing up on the bank statement, but I'd never given it a second thought.
I was curious, but I also had my cock buried inside her and more than anything I needed to hear more of this intriguing story.
"Why wouldn't he charge you?"
"Because I think he enjoys looking at me," she said. "There are other girls he doesn't charge and I always thought they were so hot. Made me wonder why he didn't charge me."
It was difficult to understand what she was saying because every other word was punctuated with a gasp or a grunt. I go the gist of what she was getting at though, and I couldn't help but smile as I realized what was going on.
Seems her trainer Mike was in the habit of giving discounts to the hottest women he worked with on a given day, and my wife might have trouble believing she was one of the hotter women he'd worked with, but I knew better. I knew she had to be the hottest.
I slammed inside her and then it was happening. All of this was a bit too much for me and I blew my load inside her. She looked up at me and closed her eyes, but she didn't come.
I frowned at that. It'd been a problem lately. We'd been doing a lot of exploring with each other over the past year and she always claimed she had a good time when we were doing it, but just once it would've been nice if she went over the edge with me.
It didn't seem like today was going to be that day though.
I finished pumping inside her and coll
apsed down and to the side. My cock pulled out of her and she cuddled up against me.
"So now that you've come are you sure you still want to do this?" she asked.
I looked over at her and blinked a couple of times in surprise. I'd been so fixated on the idea of all that fantasy dirty talk that it never occurred to me that she might be telling the truth. That she might seriously be interested in fucking her trainer.
I licked my lips. "Do you really want to go through with this?"
She bit her lip. "What if I did? Would that really be so bad?"
"Not at all," I said.
"I think he'll be into the idea," she said, leaning in for a kiss. "But you're going to be late for class if you don't leave soon, and I really do have to hit the gym tonight. You can think all about Mike checking out your wife while you're stuck in that class."
"You know I will baby."
Not that it was much of a stretch for me to fantasize about her and her trainer while I was stuck in class. It was driving me to distraction, and if anything it might be good for my grades to get this out of my system.
Reluctantly I stood and gathered my things for the night's class. I was going to have a hell of a time concentrating.
2
Anticipation
I pulled into the parking lot and had to pause to really catch my breath. This night was going to kill me, and it had barely started.
Everything was the same when I stepped out of my car and made my way to the business building, but everything was different at the same time. Everything had changed with that fuck session on the couch in our tiny apartment.
She was in on the fantasy now. She wanted to make it happen. That opened up a world of possibility in front of us that had me walking on air.
What I really wanted was to skip class and go down to the gym. I wanted to see the two of them working out, but at the same time he'd always been nothing if not professional when I was around.
