My Katya and I have been together since college. We’re both in our early thirties now, but she doesn’t have any time at all. She’s one of those women who only gets more beautiful over the years: her figure is still toned, except that her hips have become a little wider and her breasts have become heavier — but it even suits her. Especially when she puts on her tight leggings and short top while going for a run. The neighbors are just staring at the guys, almost breaking their necks. I got used to it and was even proud of it until he came into our lives.
It all started when Katya decided to get herself in “perfect shape,” as she put it. I signed up for a new fitness club that opened in our neighborhood. I was all for it—why not? But her choice fell on personal training. And that’s where Vadim came into our lives.
Vadim was a typical jock coach: tall, with a mountain of muscles, a shaved head and the confident look of a man who was used to commanding. Katya returned from the very first lesson inspired, with flushed cheeks. “He’s such a professional! — She was chirping. “He says I have great potential, I just need the right load.” I just smiled at the time, but something in her tone scratched me.
Weeks passed. Katya was transformed. The butt became round and elastic, like a nut, the tummy became flat with a hint of cubes. But at the same time, she became kind of… detached. Sometimes she stayed late after training “to stretch,” and one day I noticed her chatting with someone on the phone and smiling mysteriously. When she saw me, she quickly removed the screen. That was the last straw.
I decided to check out what kind of “stretching” it is. The next day, I took time off from work early and went to her club. My heart was pounding like crazy. I imagined rushing into the hall, catching them and making a scene. But everything turned out differently.
The club was cunningly set up: darkened corridors with large mirrored windows led to the halls for individual training. The glass was tinted — you can see into the hall from the corridor, but not from the hall into the corridor. I crept up to her room and looked in. And stopped dead in his tracks.
What I saw was not a training session. My Katya, in short pink shorts and a sports top, was on her knees in front of Vadim. His wrestling pants were down, and in my wife’s fist was a huge, I would say monstrous penis. I had never considered my penis small, but this instrument was simply frighteningly large — thick, with swollen veins and a massive purple head. Katya stared at him as if mesmerized, her neat manicured finger tracing his contour, and then, hesitating slightly, she took him in her mouth.
I almost choked on it. She also diligently did not take it from me, referring to the fact that “it is not hers.” And then she worked her mouth so eagerly and skillfully that I envied her. Vadim held her hair in a tight ponytail and guided her, pushing her head deeper into his trunk. She didn’t resist, just moaned softly, and her hand slid between her legs and began to rub furiously through the fabric of her shorts.
Then he yanked her off the floor and laid her on her stomach on some kind of hyperextension simulator. Pink shorts and tiny panties flew to the floor. Her buttocks, which they had been “working on” for so long, were now on display for the trainer. Vadim roughly parted them with his hands, ran his finger along the most forbidden cleavage and, having abundantly moistened with saliva, began to enter her wet, dripping perineum. Even through the soundproofing, I could hear her stifled scream, full of pain and pleasure at the same time. It wasn’t sex, it was mating. He fucked her powerfully, with a crunch, repeatedly driving his stake up to the balls. Her body convulsed in orgasm after orgasm, she tried to grab onto the simulator, but her strength was leaving her.
I couldn’t tear myself away. Instead of banging on the door, I stood and watched, feeling my own cock turn to stone in my pants. Rage and incredible excitement warred inside me. I hated him for his arrogance, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny that it was the most erotic sight of my life.
It all ended with him growling loudly, pulling out his cock and pouring copiously on her lower back and buttocks, alternating his seed with droplets of her sweat. Katya remained lying there, exhausted, while he toweled himself off. I walked stiffly out of my observation post.
She didn’t say anything at home. I just took a shower and went to bed, citing fatigue. I pretended I didn’t know anything, but my thoughts kept returning to that scene in the audience. I wanted to see it again. And the case was not long in coming.
A couple of days later, Katya said that they would have a “private training session” at the club for the elite, and she would return late. I already knew where I was going. This time I was calmer and even prepared.
Looking through the familiar window, I saw that they were not alone. There was another coach in the gym, also pumped up and arrogant. My wife was standing between them completely naked. Vadim entered her from behind, still with the same bestial pressure, and the second one — I think his name was Dan — drove his penis into her mouth, which was wide open in a moan. I watched as two burly men scuffled my wife from both sides, as if she were a rubber doll for their entertainment. But she loved it! She, a born excellent student, tried her best, trying to accept them both as deeply as possible.
At some point, they switched places, and then they completely laid her on the gym mat and began to fuck one at a time, without giving a minute’s respite. One came, and immediately another took his place, pouring a new portion of passion into her exhausted but still thirsty body. I lost track of time. Hiding in the hallway, I jerked off synchronously with them and finished at the moment when they apparently decided to finish, both letting down on her face and breasts.
After that, life took a turn for the worse. I wasn’t jealous anymore, I was waiting. I was waiting for new “training sessions” and new angles. Katya thought she had a secret, but I knew everything. But for a long time like this sexrasskaz.com It couldn’t go on. One day I came across a conversation on her phone where Vadim wrote: “Tomorrow, at Dan’s place. There will be a couple more guys, you don’t mind, do you?” And she replied: “I’m looking forward to it, coach ;)”.
That’s when everything inside me snapped. It was no longer just a “stretch.” I felt like a fool. And I decided that it was time for “Othello” to return and visit this gathering.
I found out the address. I arrived late in the evening. The door was unlocked, so they must have been completely relaxed. The room was dim and smelled of sex. Katya was lying on the couch, completely drunk and exhausted, surrounded by four men in varying degrees of intoxication and undress. One of them, a new one, was just fitting in behind her.
I coughed loudly. The men turned around and froze. I silently went up to my wife, picked her up in my arms, and just as silently carried her to the exit. No one said a word. Apparently, they realized that they had gone too far.
I took her home, cleaned her up, and put her to bed. We had a difficult conversation this morning. She was crying, saying that it was like an obsession, that she didn’t know how it happened. That she only loves me, and that was just an animal passion.
Time heals. We moved to another neighborhood. Katya now goes to the regular pool, swims. I’m not jealous anymore. But sometimes, when I see her looking at a young and daring swimming instructor, a strange, familiar feeling wakes up inside me — a mixture of fear, anger and … anticipation. Let’s see what happens next. Life will show.
P.S. Katka recently offered to buy a subscription to a spa salon with “special” types of massage. He says the real pros work there. I just grinned — it looks like my excellent student got involved. What about me? I don’t mind anymore.