Wife's Trainer: A Hotwife Fantasy Read online

  Which made me think there were two sides to Mike. The side that was the perfect gentleman when he was around a husband and the side that he showed when he was all alone with a girl who was taken.

  I shivered as I wondered how many married women he'd been with in his time as a trainer. It really was the perfect gig for someone who wanted to get in with a housewife who was bored with the same old routine. Here comes the muscular stud showing some interest and he might not have hubby's money but damn does he have it where it counts.

  It was like every fantasy I'd ever had about a wife cheating on her husband come to life. It was crazy, and it was happening to me.

  I nearly stumbled on the curb in front of the business building. Some pretty girls who were a few years younger than me giggled as I walked past, and I blushed.

  I was so focused on the fantasy that I wasn't focusing on other more important things like making sure I didn't fall on my ass.

  I got into the room and sat down near the back of the class. Pulled out my laptop. Normally I was near the front where I could make sure the teacher knew I was interested in whatever they had to say, but I wasn't feeling that right now.

  No, what I needed more than anything was to sit back and think. I needed to do a little stalking thanks to the campus wifi too.

  The prof walked in and got started on his lecture. Writing away on the dry erase board at the front of the room and ignoring the students. At least this was a class that didn't require much in the way of participation. As long as we were listening to the prof drone on, or pretending to listen to him drone on, everything was cool in his book.

  So I took the opportunity to pull up the page for our gym. It was pretty easy to find. I had to go there once a month to authorize a payment because I didn't trust them to do direct debit.

  I navigated over to the trainer page. They had pictures of all the trainers who were available. Presumably so you could pick one that you clicked with, but now that I knew a little more about how Mike operated I was starting to wonder if maybe this page was for lonely housewives to figure out which one they wanted to get with while they were paying out the nose to keep that perfect trophy wife look.

  Not that Diana was anything approaching a trophy wife. I mean she looked good enough that she could easily be a trophy wife, don't get me wrong. The thing is the husband had to have money for her to be a trophy wife and that definitely wasn't the case with me.

  At least not yet. I had a few business plans I was working on while I was going through my degree and all it would take is for one of them to take off, but right now I was a poor college student much like everyone else in this room.

  Not that it mattered. My first wife was easily hot enough to beat out any of the trophy wives I saw when I was working out at the gym. I didn't have a trainer of my own, but as I looked at some of the women available on the page I started to think maybe it was time I got a little bit of help.

  I shook my head and went back to the mission at hand though. I was supposed to be finding that guy's profile. He was on here somewhere, and sure enough when I scrolled down there he was smiling out with his shaved head and his muscular body.

  I thought back to the times I'd seen him working with my wife. God it was so hot looking at him looking at her. Sure he was on his best behavior when he knew I was in the gym, but it was impossible not to see the way his eyes occasionally strayed down to her ass or caught a look at her tits when he thought neither one of us was looking.

  It was enough to cause a bit of an awkward situation right here in the middle of class. My cock was getting hard, and it was a good thing there'd be another hour or so before we even got a break because otherwise that could make things awkward pretty damn fast.

  I imagined what they were doing right about now. I'm sure she was doing her circuit on the weights or something. Was he spotting her? Was he getting up close and personal and pressing against her? Could she feel his cock pressing against her ass?

  Had she ever felt that before and she hadn't told me about it? I'd told her time and again that I wanted to know if something like that happened, but she'd had trouble believing I was serious about that sort of thing.

  At least until tonight. Tonight all bets were off. Tonight she really let loose and finally let the fantasy come out and play. I'd have to ask her more about that now that she was well and truly into it.

  I wondered if she'd press back against him tonight. Give him a little something to think about. Let him know that today was different. That today she was interested in what he had to offer.

  How many wives had done that to him in his time at the gym? How many wives had he seduced like that merely by being close to them?

  It boggled the mind. It made me think that maybe personal training was the way to go rather than this whole business thing, though of course that would be useless for me. I was a one woman man, and my obsession was with sharing her with as many people as possible.

  I didn't give a fuck if I got fucked in the process. All I cared about was watching my wife get fucked, damn it.

  The rest of the class went on like that and it seemed to stretch into eternity as a result. The entire time all I could think of was how hot my wife was. How hot what she was doing with that guy was. How much I needed to see what they were doing. How much I needed to watch them doing a hell of a lot more than what they could get away with at the gym.

  Then a thought hit me. Gyms had lockers. They could go into one of those spots. Maybe find one of the shower stalls in the locker room. If she got really carried away then they could be fucking right now while I was stuck in class unable to watch.

  The thought nearly made me come in my pants even though I'd already blown one load deep in my wife. Fuck!

  I couldn't wait until I got home. It got to the point that I was counting down the moments until the clock told me class was over. I hadn't done something like that since I was in middle school and couldn't wait to get home to play some video game I'd long since forgotten.

  The anticipation of what my wife was maybe doing with Mike was way better than any anticipation I might've felt for some video game though.

  The drive home was even more torture than class. The entire time I kept thinking about what might have happened at the gym that night. I kept wondering if my wife had been fucked. If she'd gone ahead and let her trainer slide his dark cock inside her even though I told her I wanted to watch.

  I'd always been very clear about that. I didn't care if she got with another guy as long as I got to watch, but who the fuck was I kidding? She could tell me she fucked around with some guy and I'd be ecstatic because it meant she was actually following through on the fantasy at long last.

  I wouldn't be too mad for too long even if it did mean we had to work on our communication a little.

  My cock was rock hard the entire drive home. Hard to the point that I almost considered pulling it out and taking care of business right there in the car. The only thing that stopped me was the sure knowledge that if someone pulled up next to me in a truck or a minivan they'd be able to tell exactly what I was doing and the last thing I needed was the cops pulling me over for a public indecency charge or something like that.

  So I concentrated on the road instead. Focused on keeping the car between the lines even though I was drunk on this incredible feeling of knowing that my wife was finally in on this fantasy and was interested in making it a reality.

  Had she talked to him about it tonight? Had they made a date for him to come over and fuck her while I watched?

  I didn't know, and it was the not knowing that was killing me. I could've texted her or called her, but I wanted to hear it from her directly. I wanted her to tell me everything that happened tonight in person. I didn't want her to leave out a single detail.

  I pulled up to the apartment and looked for any sign that she might have someone in there with her. I didn't know what Mike's car looked like, but I did know what all our neighbors' cars looked like.

  D
amn. There was nothing out of place there. Everyone parked in front of our building was supposed to be there. I resisted the urge to curse and bang my head against the steering wheel.

  There was still a chance that something happened. Still a chance that she'd gotten naughty at the gym. Her car was parked in front of the walk to our first floor apartment so I knew she was home.

  The first sound that greeted me when I walked through the door was the shower going. I shivered. Why was she showering here rather than at the gym? Were the showers full at her gym, or was there something else going on? Did she feel like there was something she needed to get off of her? Some smell I might recognize? Something that was deep inside her pussy.

  I shivered in anticipation as I walked down the hall to the only bathroom in our apartment. I didn't know what I might find there and the anticipation was killing me. I couldn't wait to hear all about her night at the gym.

  I just prayed something had actually happened. It would be pretty anticlimactic if she hadn't done anything with him after this night of killer anticipation.

  I pulled open the door to the shower and stepped in. I was treated to a sexy silhouette where I could barely make out the shape of her body and tits on the other side.

  Gorgeous. That was one of the fun things about living in the same place as a beautiful woman. One of the things that I absolutely loved about being a married man.

  Living with a beautiful woman meant I got to see that beautiful woman naked at least twice a day. Sometimes more than that if the mood struck us.

  "So is there a reason why you're showering after your time at the gym?" I asked.

  The reaction wasn't what I expected. Diana let out a surprised yelp and she nearly fell on her ass in the shower. Oops. I guess she didn't realize I was sneaking up on her.

  "How many times have I told you not to do that?" she asked, some irritation creeping into her voice.

  "Sorry," I said. "I figured you would've realized I was in here."

  "Well I didn't," she said.

  She pulled the door open and smiled. Her face had little puffs of soap all over it, but she didn't seem to be too annoyed that I'd interrupted her shower time. If anything she was giving me one hell of a come hither stare.

  "So while you're in here how about you go ahead and join me?" she asked.

  "That depends. Are you going to tell me if there's a reason why you're showering after getting home from the gym?"

  She smiled and her hand moved down to her flat stomach. I wondered if that meant there was something inside her. Another man's seed making its way up into her body. My cock was immediately rock hard and I ripped my clothes off and hopped in with her.

  She looked down at my cock as the water splashed down around us and ran all over her body. We had a cheap apartment so one of us was always going to be freezing while one of us enjoyed the hot water, but I was more than happy to let her stay under the water.

  "Oh my," she said, licking her lips as she stared at my cock. "It looks like someone is more than a little excited. Have you had a hard night?"

  "You have no idea," I said as I pulled her against me and felt my cock pressing up between our bodies.

  God I loved feeling my cock pressing against her. Even if I wasn't about to fuck her it was always a mesmerizing experience.

  Though I had a feeling that this little session in the shower was going to end with her getting one hell of a fucking.

  "So are you going to tell me all about it?"

  "Tell you all about what?" she asked, that mischievous smile back on her face.

  "You know exactly what I'm talking about," I said as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up at me.

  I wrapped my other arm around her and pressed her back against the wall, water running down around our bodies as I moved my cock down between her legs and wondered if another man's cock had been there earlier.

  3

  Confession

  "So what are you so eager to know anyway?" Diana asked.

  "You know exactly what I want to know," I said, looking down between us where my cock was pressing up against her as rivulets of water streamed down around us.

  "You mean you want to know if your wife was a bad girl?" she asked. "You want to know if I let another man slide his cock inside me? Is that what you want to know?"

  Fuck. I know I'd already come inside her once this evening, but if she kept talking like this then we were going to be in very real danger of a repeat performance.

  Not that going twice in one evening was an unusual thing for me. It happened occasionally. Especially when Diana was being a particularly dirty little girl and doing her best to turn me on.

  Well she was doing a hell of a good job of turning me on right about now.

  "I put on a show for him tonight," she said. "I made sure he got a good look at my ass. Do you like the idea of another man staring at my ass?"

  "I think I like that idea a lot," I growled.

  "Yeah, well wait 'til I tell you how he got a good look at my tits too," she said.

  "You keep that up much longer and I'm going to blow my load all over your stomach," I said.

  "Wouldn't be the first time a man has blown a load near my stomach tonight, would it?" she asked.

  Oh shit. I very nearly came at that. For a moment I thought she was as much as admitting to me that she'd let another man fuck her. Then I stopped and thought about what she was saying. Looked at the way she was smirking up at me.

  Oh, right. We'd totally fucked earlier before. I was the guy who'd had my cock in her earlier.

  Still, for that moment when I'd thought she let the other guy fuck her...

  I licked my lips. Looked her up and down in all her glory. Thought about what she must've looked like when she came in from the gym, her hair slightly mussed and the front of her sports bra soaked along with her yoga pants in places.

  Yeah, it would've looked just like she'd been fucked by another man. If I'd seen her walk in like that and didn't know any better it would've been enough to fuel the old spank bank for awhile.

  I'd have to settle with what she looked like now with water trailing down around her. I reached down and moved my cock up between us. Imagined that we were in the shower at the gym and it was her trainer moving his cock between her legs. Preparing to enter that tight wet heaven that I loved so much.

  Diana reached down and stopped me. Held her hand at the tip of my cock.

  "Naughty boy," she said.

  "What are you doing?" I asked.

  "You already got yours tonight," she said.

  "But why can't I get mine again?" I asked.

  "Because you're being a naughty boy asking your wife to fuck another man," she said. "I can't believe you'd want something like that! It's so perverted!"

  "If you think you're going to shame me or something then you have another thing coming baby," I said.

  I'd long ago gotten over any shame I might feel as a result of this fantasy. I'd long ago come to terms with it and realized that I felt the way I felt and there was nothing that was going to change.

  I wanted to watch my wife fuck another man. I wasn't ashamed of that. If she thought she was going to shame me into backing out or something...

  "I didn't think you would be ashamed," she said. "But I do think that if we're going to do this then we're going to do it on my terms. And that means I want you to save up everything you can for the big moment when your fantasy finally happens."

  I blinked. Realized the water was starting to get lukewarm. We'd been in here for awhile and the water heater in our apartment could only take too much.

  "What are you talking about?" I asked.

  "I'm talking about you getting cut off," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "At least until another man has a chance to fuck me. That means you don't get this, and you don't get to take care of business yourself."

  I licked my lips. Completely unnecessary since I was already soaked under the shower, but it seemed like o
ne of those moments. I'd heard of people doing this and it never did all that much for me before, but there was something about my sexy wife looking up at me while water splashed around her petite body as she told me I couldn't have an orgasm that very nearly made me have that orgasm.

  "You're serious?" I asked, pressing forward so my cock pressed against her stomach.

  "Absolutely serious," she said. "I'm going to let him fuck me. It's happening."

  "When is this happening?" I asked.

  I figured there were fantasies and then there were fantasies. If she wanted me to hold off from blowing a load for a couple of weeks then we were going to have words about that. If she wanted me to wait a couple of days then I could totally do that.

  I think.

  I was in danger of blowing a load now, after all. I didn't know how long I'd be able to hang on.

  "I told him you had class tomorrow," she said. "So you're going to go out to your car just like you normally would on a night when you do have a class, then you're going to turn around and come watch what happens through the glass door in the living room."

  My legs buckled and I groaned. I whimpered as I realized it was happening. She might be having her trainer over tomorrow night for a little bit of one on one training, but I was going to come right now.

  Her hand shot down. Wrapped around my cock. Her thumb moved to the base and stayed there.

  Normally any sort of contact between her hand and her cock would've only made the experience even more interesting than it already was. Unfortunately the experience this time around was merely interrupted.

  "What are you doing?" I asked.

  My cock twitched in her hand. I felt on the edge of something incredible, but she wasn't letting it happen. Damn it. I wanted to blow a load all over her pretty stomach even if I couldn't blow a load in her pretty stomach.

  All the while thinking about another man getting to blow his load in her pretty stomach tomorrow. Filling her with his cock. Thinking of that made me want it so much more.