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I have a big secret.
I work downtown, and every time I shuffle into work, I have to pass this Gold’s Gym that has huge glass windows in front. Inside, I see hot chicks on the machines and I feel a little jealous. I love their tight little bodies and their energy, but mostly I crave the stares they get from the guys who work out at the gym.
Most of the gym guys are majorly in shape with thick, rock-hard muscles that they show off by going shirtless. A bunch of inner city looking guys, maybe they are in a gang or something, work out at the gym every day, making their dangerous tattooed bodies even hotter. When they ogle the girls, they don’t look away when they get caught. They stare like it’s their right.
Once when I walked by on my lunch break, a group of those tough guys were sitting outside and I got a rush of nerves when I passed them. To my surprise they looked me up and down, and when I turned my head, one of them whistled while another made a sound like pussy lips flapping together. “Yeah, I’d fuck that,” one of them said, not even attempting to lower his voice so that I wouldn’t hear.
I pretended not to hear anyway and kept walking. I felt like a piece of meat, and I liked it. Well, at first I was surprised and embarrassed. I covered my face and looked back to make sure they were looking at me. Sure enough, one of them was staring right at me, and when our eyes met, he started darting his tongue in and out. I blushed, but then I smiled. I couldn’t help liking it. I thought those guys only went for gym rats who spent all their time on the cardio machines, but here I was garnering just as much attention as those chicks.
Later at work, I found myself daydreaming about the guys. Despite looking at those tight bodies all day, those guys were turned on by me. I started having fantasies about them at night too, while I was lying in bed with my husband. Lost in my daydream, I reached over and grabbed my husband’s dick. It didn’t take long to get this cock in a rock-hard state. When my husband made a move to get on top of me, I surprised him by mounting him instead. I rode him until we both came, and I thought about my gym guys the whole time.
The next day on my lunch break, I ventured into the gym and signed up for an aerobics class. Hearing what those guys thought of me made me want to get even hotter so that I could elicit even more cat calls from those thugs.
I should probably explain that I am not the kind of woman who is used to being treated the way those guys treated me. I grew up in the same ritzy suburb where my husband was raised. Now, we still live in that suburb, and our life together is exactly like every other suburbanite couple’s. My husband Josh and I met at our parents’ country club. Our mothers introduced us and we hit it off right away. Our life together is pretty white bread. Once, when I was really horny, I convinced my husband to fuck me in the country club bathroom, and he enjoyed it, but because we almost got caught, he insisted we could never do it again.
“What would our parents think?” he argued. Like I gave a shit what my parents thought. I really enjoyed good sex, and we hardly ever had it. Josh wanted our lives to play out just like our parents’ lives. He hated that I worked out in the ghetto by my work, and he just about went through the roof when I told him about my aerobics class.
“Gwen, you can finish this class, but when it’s over I want you to enroll at the gym close to home. You shouldn’t be working out down there.” It's dangerous! He eyed the crotch of my super tight workout pants and the belly exposed from the small shirt I wore to the gym.
I agreed with him just to keep the peace, but I loved my gym and all those hot ghetto boys, and I knew I had to find a way to stay. I suppose that all gyms have a stable of hot, muscular guys, but the guys at my down-town gym had various shades of brown skin and dark tattoos that showed how tough they were. I found all that shit so sexy—maybe because it was so different from anything I was used to. One day I went in to the gym and one of those hot guys—the one with the tongue action—waved to me and smiled.
“Hello beautiful,” he said—an uncharacteristically nice way of greeting me. He opened the door for me and I turned around just in time to see him checking out my ass. His eyes moved up to meet my gaze.
“My name’s Jeron,” he told me.
“Gwen,” I answered.
That was the beginning. From then on, Jeron always made a point of ambling over to me before and after class, checking out my body in my tight workout clothes and touching the soft skin on my arm and eventually my smooth, tight belly. Right from the beginning, we made raunchy jokes for each other. Jeron loved to brag about his 10-inch cock.
“Y'all rich bitches are always blown away when I unleash the beast.” He eyed my wedding ring. “You're gonna love my cock, baby. You know it’s way bigger than your husband’s”
“You’re just bragging,” I said.
Right in the middle of the gym he dropped the elastic waist of his basketball shorts to show me his huge dick. It was every bit of the ten inches he described and it was not even fully erect. Jeron might not have slipped his cock in me right then and there, but he might as well have, because I could not get that dick out of my mind. The picture of his cock was deep inside my brain. I thought of it while I burned calories, and I dreamed of it again later when I fucked my husband in the kitchen. I couldn’t wait for him to take me to the bedroom.
“What’s gotten into you lately?” Josh asked and he pulled his pants back on. “Not that I’m complaining, but you’re a horny little slut lately.”
I smiled. Josh knew I loved it when he talked dirty to me, but now that I had Jeron on my brain, Josh’s words sounded so clean and familiar. I wondered how Jeron would speak to me. I’d love to be his horny little slut. I imagined him bending me over one of the machines and fucking me from behind while all the other gym rats looked on.
I looked over at Josh and caught him staring at my tits. I dropped down to my knees in front of him and smelled my juices on his cock. I closed my eyes and pretended that cock belonged to Jeron.
“Here we go again,” Josh said as I swallowed his cock.
The next day, I woke up horny as ever, and I decided that I had to make a move. When I handed Josh his coffee I said that I would be late coming home.
“I’m going out with Sharon after work,” I told him, but that was a lie. I was buying time so that I could stay late at the gym. After work, I headed to my aerobics class. While I bounced and gyrated, I felt the eyes of Jeron all over me, so I moved extra seductively. When I glanced over to where Jeron and his boys usually stood, I caught them staring at me. Jeron smiled. So did I.
After class, I lingered by the boxing area watching Jeron and his boys spar. I heard them curse and talk shit trying to intimidate each other. Jeron didn’t back down when one guy through a punch right in his face. Instead, he set his jaw and gave the guy a look that scared me it was so intimidating.
Jeron caught me watching and he grabbed his cock through his shorts and squeezed it while giving me a smile. His friends laughed at this, but I didn’t care. I logged some time on the elliptical machine because it faced the boxing ring and I could watch those boys fight. I worked out until almost everyone had left for the night. Then, I finally decided that I better get home if I didn’t want Josh worrying. I walked over to the locker room and once inside I realized I had the whole room to myself. I took my stuff from my locker and went to the shower area, where I took the hottest shower I could stand. I spread soapy bubbles all over my soft skin, lingering at my pussy where I shoved my soapy fingers into the folds until I came. I was so hot from watching those boys fight, it didn’t take long.
When I turned off the water, I heard a sound and looked toward the lockers, worried that someone may have been watching my private show. Jeron stepped out from behind the row of lockers. His body glistened with sweat and his muscles were impressive as ever.
“Gwen,” he said. I was surprised that he remembered my name. “I’m not supposed to be in here.”
Instead of answering, I dropped the towel I’d just wrapped around my still-wet body. I heard an intake of air even though Jeron didn’t breath. That’s when I saw that two of his thug friends stood in the locker room too, slightly behind him. They were close to my locker. Leaving my towel on the floor, I walked over to them.
“You want to feel a real man’s cock, don’t you?” Jeron asked.
I put my hands on the lockers and bent slightly forward, sticking my round ass out for his enjoyment. Since I’d been working out so much, my body was tight and thin, but I still had a beautiful, curvy ass. Jeron put his hand on it, and when I finally got to feel his touch, I thought I would explode. He dropped his shorts and revealed that beautiful cock. I felt even better about myself when I saw how hard I’d made him. fully erect, that cock must have been more like twelve inches.
He fucked me from behind while I leaned on the lockers. I pressed into him and he breathed heavily as he pumped.
“You fuck a lot of rich married women?” I asked and he laughed a little at this.
“You fuck every motherfucker you meet at the gym?
I looked at his friends then and smiled. For once, they looked flustered. Jeron continued to thrust into me.
“You do, don’t you?” He kept pumping, harder now. “Shit. I thought you were some clean-ass white bitch, but here you’re just a high-class whore. He pulled out and came all over my ass. I could feel the smooth round head of his cock bumping between my wet ass cheeks. “My boys are going to fuck you now, OK, Gwen?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded. Then I watched one of the other guys strip off his shorts to reveal a thick uncircumsized cock. I spread my legs a little wider to show how okay I was with being fucked. This guy came over to me and wasted no time getting his cock wet. He thrust into me harder than Jeron. He asked me if I liked his black cock.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then, suck it.” He turned me around and pushed me to my knees so that I was eye level with the dick that had been shoved in me a second ago. I grabbed it and shoved it in my mouth, looking at him, then Jeron, then the other guy, who was rubbing his cock slowly, waiting his turn.
He got his turn. He asked me to lie back on the dirty bench while he jerked off on my clean white body. Once he’d cum, the guys quietly left me. I swirled my hands all over my soft cum-covered skin, and then I took another shower.
At home that night, Josh asked if I had a good time.
“All that working out is paying off,” I told him. “I feel sexier already.”
Josh smiled. “Well, anyone could see that you’re hot as hell. I bet every guy in that gym wants to fuck you.” He walked by and slapped my ass.
I smiled, knowing that I’d find out if they did, one by one.
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