Becca Bellamy
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Do You Mind if She Flirts at the Gym?
🕑 Added 2023-02-20 06:52:13 +0000 UTCShe used to go to the gym in a pair of loose sweats and a t-shirt. Then she switched to leggings and a t-shirt. You didn’t think anything of it. In fact, you liked it. She looks great in a pair of leggings, after all, and she has the kind of ass that deserves to be highlighted in them.
Then the t-shirt was replaced with one of a rotating collection of sports bras and suddenly it seemed like your wife was flashing an awful lot of skin at the gym. You knew guys would be staring. You knew some would hit on her. Of course they would. With a body like that some guys would find it impossible to resist trying to talk to her.
“Do guys hit on you?” you asked one day as she was getting ready to leave for the gym.
“What do you mean?” she replied as a sly smile crossed her face.
“At the gym,” you clarified. “Do guys hit on you when you walk in dressed like that?”
“Do you not like my outfit?” she asked.
You stepped closer and reached out to run your fingers along her upper thigh. “I love your outfit,” you said. “That’s why I’m asking. I can’t imagine there’s a man in the world that wouldn’t love seeing you in this outfit.”
She smiled. “Well thank you for saying so.”
You pulled her closer and grabbed her ass, eliciting yet another smile from your beautiful wife. “You didn’t answer my question,” you said. “Do guys hit on you?”
“Yes, they do,” she answered. “Does that bother you?”
Your wife kissed you before you could answer. Her lips were soft against yours and she offered just a tiny bit of tongue.
“What if I flirted back?” she whispered. “Would that bother you?”
Again she kissed you before you could answer. This time her kiss was imbued with a far more significant kind of lust. Her tongue was active in your mouth and she grabbed your ass as you squeezed hers.
One of her hands moved between your legs and she grabbed your stiff cock. “Does this mean that you don’t mind if I do a little flirting at the gym?” she asked.
“I guess I don’t,” you said.
“You know, some guys offer to help,” she said. “They offer to spot for me or show me how to do a particular exercise. I think they like getting to touch me.”
“You let them touch you?” you asked.
“It’s not so bad having a strong, handsome man’s hands on my body,” she says.
Your wife unzips your pants and pulls your cock out. She holds your gaze and smiles as her fingers dance over your erect flesh.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she asks. “It’s just a little bit of touching.”
You’re not crazy about the idea of another man touching your wife, especially when she’s dressed in such a skintight outfit, but what she’s doing feels so good that you don’t want to ruin the mood.
“I guess I don’t mind,” you say.
“Would you mind if I liked that these other guys touch me?” she asked.
You wanted to say yes. You wanted to tell your wife not to do that, but you didn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her to stop.
“Would you mind if it excited me a little that I get to feel someone else touch me at the gym?” she asked.
She stared into your eyes and smiled as you said nothing.
“Would you mind if it’s one guy in particular that keeps coming over to show me new exercises? Would you mind if it’s one of the reasons I like going to the gym?” she asked.
Your brain was so fogged with pleasure that all you could do was moan.
“Would you mind if I bought these leggings and this skimpy little top just for him?” she asked.
You shook your head. It was an insane thing to do, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted her to make you cum.
“Would you mind if I thought about doing this for him?” your wife asked before dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around your cock.
You groaned as her warm, wet, talented mouth pleasured your stiff cock. You felt the pleasure envelop your loins.
“Would you mind if I thought about sucking his cock, honey?” your wife asked before once more taking you in her mouth.
“No,” you said as your orgasm approached.
She sucked hard until you came in her mouth. She looked up at you as your cum hit her tongue. She swallowed for you, carefully tucked your cock back into your pants, stood, and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
“I’ll see you in a few hours,” she said before grabbing her bag and heading out the door.
You had no idea if anything she’d said was true. Maybe there really was a guy at the gym that she fantasized about blowing. Maybe she was just playing with you. Either way, there was a good chance you’d be hoping to repeat the pleasure she offered you, so if a little gym flirting and fantasizing was what it took, you were fine with that.
Comments
Becca, can you expand on this in a running story. Start from scratch about a wife slowly changing her clothing for the gym and the husband curious why. She very slowly brings him into the knowledge of why and progresses from there into slowly cuckolding and curiousities about wife wanting touch, big cock curiosity, different taste of cum and quantity, and slow lead of husband into these same curiousity about what his wife likes so much and she unlocks his mind that he also likes.
John Doe
Great fun. After she said she liked guys looking at her I'd ask if that made her wet. When she said she liked other guys touching her I'd ask her to put my hands where they touched her. When she said she bought her revealing clothes for the other guy I'd ask if she imagined him fucking her and if she did so when we had sex. I'd send her out the door and tell her to bring me a good story home from the gym and if she was late, I'd enjoy wondering when she'd return.
Daas Deva
Love it
Rob Hensley
Love stories from the perspective of a guy who is not (yet?) into the idea of his wife cheating. It’s all her idea, and he’s just trying to understand what is happening
