The Beginning of a Cuckold Husband (3)
My eyes took in the full, fleshy curves of her thighs and ass without obstruction. Her raised hips swayed with a lewd, provocative grace, flaunting themselves.
Between the deep valley of her curves, no panty line showed. It had to be the skintight leggings. She seemed to be wearing a thong.
But… did my wife even own a thong?
I had never seen one in her dresser. The sight of her standing in front of those men, legs spread, wearing underwear I didn't even know she possessed, felt strangely erotic.
"Hup…"
In that instant I caught the trainer's gaze sliding straight into the cleft of her breasts. Through the white sports bra, the soft swell of her cleavage would have been laid bare to his eyes.
While my wife bent forward into the stretch, he stared at her chest with stubborn, lingering hunger.
"All right. Now back! One. Two. Three. Four…"
At the trainer's count her pose grew even more brazen. She arched her upper body backward until she was looking straight at me. Upside-down, her face framed the heavy, swaying weight of her breasts as they threatened to spill free.
The sports bra barely contained them. Anyone watching would have seen how lush and full she was.
Now the trainer's eyes locked on the center of her legs. The front of her leggings left her completely exposed. One wrong angle and the clear outline of her camel toe would show. That pretty-boy trainer kept his gaze fixed on her crotch like a man possessed.
Hah… what is this rush of excitement…
Watching him stare at the most private place of the woman I loved, a strange heat began to rule my mind. I was getting aroused by the sight of a stranger ogling my wife's secret places.
"Okay… now grab your partner's arms and pull each other forward and back."
This time she faced the counter staff and they rested their hands on each other's shoulders. The part-timer, a full head taller than her, smiled sweetly as he looked down at my wife.
Anyone could see he was flirting with her.
"One, two, three, four."
At the trainer's next count she leaned her upper body toward the young man.
"Hoo…"
I could almost hear her hot breath from where I stood. She pulled her slender waist tight and bent forward. Her full breasts spilled downward as if they might tumble free at any second.
The young staffer's hungry eyes locked straight onto her cleavage. The white flesh of her breasts, bouncing and pouring forward, was right there for him to devour with his gaze.
"One, two… three… four…"
The count stretched longer. His hand settled on the small of her waist. That rough, thick hand rested on her narrow waistline.
Maybe it was just my imagination, but it looked like he was stroking the curve of her waist. Still bent over, she rolled her hips in time with the pressure of his hand.
"Hoo…"
The air conditioning was running strong, yet cold sweat broke out all over my body. An unnameable excitement was driving my temperature higher.
I wanted nothing more than to duck into the bathroom right then, drop my pants, and jerk off. For some reason I felt that the dead thing between my legs might actually come back to life.
I was getting strangely turned on by the sight of that massive trainer's body caressing my wife.
"What are you doing?"
She finished the stretch and walked over to me. Her pale face was already flushed red, and beads of sweat dotted her smooth forehead.
"Ah… just working out."
"Pfft. Is that what you call it? Want me to show you how?"
"Nah… I'm managing somehow. But… the trainer was touching you. You okay with that?"
"Huh? Was he? I was so focused I didn't notice at all."
She answered with an innocent smile. To her, a trainer putting his hands on her body seemed as natural as breathing.
"All right. Let's start again. Lower-body time."
Before I knew it the burly trainer was standing right beside me, calling her over. He didn't spare me a glance. He just smiled sweetly at my wife.
His thick, rippling muscles seemed to twitch as he stole her away from me with conversation. For a second I thought I saw a mocking little smirk curl at the corner of his mouth.
What the hell… that bastard. Looking at her like that while I'm right here…
I wanted to call him out for his insolence, but the electric current running through my crotch made me let him go without a word.
"Okay. Bend your knees and squat. One. Two. Three. Four."
My wife took her place again and obediently followed his instructions. When she bent her knees and pushed her ass far back, her already firm lower body became even more pronounced.
"Further back with the hips, ma'am. More."
The leggings clung to her flesh like a second skin, outlining every curve. No matter how I looked at it, those leggings made her body look even more lewd. The full contour of her plump ass was on display, and every man who walked past stole a glance.
"Like this, ma'am."
Now the trainer was openly putting his hands on her. Even knowing I was watching from behind, his touch only grew more aggressive.
"There… lift the hips back like this. Arch the lower back more…"
His hand settled lightly on the swell of her buttocks. I saw her full ass flinch, then immediately yield and hold the position under his palm.
Did he really need to go that far? I hated his teaching style, but I couldn't bring myself to protest.
"Hnn…"
Her soft moan reached me where I stood. Whether from the strain of the pose or something else, she exhaled hot breath through parted lips while accepting the trainer's hands.
Time passed. Sweat now ran in rivulets down her face and body. The heat and moisture she gave off acted like pheromones, a sexual stimulant that charged the air around every man nearby.
During the session the trainer touched, stroked, and caressed her body more than twenty times. Most of those touches looked completely unnecessary, yet she quietly adjusted her posture to match every movement of his hands.
A strange excitement stirred, and I felt my cock give a small, involuntary twitch.
So this… this is what gets me hard.
It was clear now. It hadn't been my wife's handjob that made me react. The blood had rushed to my cock the moment I imagined her with another man.
Is this normal?
The situation was so bewildering I found myself asking the question out loud in my head. A sexual preference I had never once considered was rising from deep inside me.
"Time's up… We'll wrap the workout here for today."
"Hoo… Thank you for your hard work~"
The moment the trainer finished speaking, my wife turned and gave him a bright, sweet smile. Her body, soaked in sweat and glittering under the lights, made her healthy figure look even sexier.
"Honey…! I'm done. Did you finish your workout?"
She wiped the sweat from her face as she walked toward me. Shiny droplets slid down into the white valley of her cleavage.
On any other day I would have dragged her straight home, stripped her naked, and fucked her senseless. I would have buried my face in her sweat-slicked armpits and breathed in her scent. I could already picture her pale face flushed crimson, panting beneath me.
"Yeah… you're completely drenched, babe."
What I really wanted to ask was whether she was wet underneath too. Whether the trainer's hands had turned her on. Whether the inside of those panties was already damp and sticky.
"Yeah. I'll rinse off quick and come out. Wait just a minute. You should wash up too."
"Yeah… okay."
A heavy, complicated feeling settled over me. Without even realizing it, my wife seemed to have grown used to the trainer's hands. And for years I had sent her to the gym without knowing a thing. The self-reproach sat heavy in my chest.
— Click.
I had barely lifted a few dumbbells, so I wasn't sweating, but I opened the shower-room door anyway, needing to wash away the sticky feeling inside me. Two naked men were already standing there.
It was the trainer who had worked out with my wife, and the part-timer. The trainer stood with his broad shoulders and thick, powerful muscles on full display, shampooing his hair. His body looked like a Greek statue come to life; the copper tone of his skin suited him perfectly. Even as a man I had to admit his physique was flawless.
Beside him, the young staffer rinsing under the shower also boasted solid, well-defined muscle. Not as massive as the trainer, but smooth abs and firm arm muscles stood out clearly. He had the kind of body women liked.
Looking at those two young, vital male bodies made me feel suddenly small.
"Oh? You're here. Coming to shower?"
"Ah. Yeah. Gotta."
His tone almost seemed to say, You barely worked out and you're showering? but I held my tongue and stepped up beside him, turning on the water.
"Huk…"
A small sound of pure astonishment slipped out of me. Hanging between the legs of the two men beside me was something beyond anything I had imagined.
Their cocks looked at least one and a half times the size of mine. Thick and heavy was the only way to put it.
Great bodies, young, and hung like that too…
Standing in the same line under the showers, my shoulders hunched inward of their own accord. I turned my back so their eyes wouldn't catch mine.
"Hoo…"
The cold water washed away the cold sweat I had poured out while watching my wife. For a moment I saw her slender fingers wrapping around those thick cocks. I pictured her bringing that heavy, solid flesh to her cherry-red lips.
A dark, ominous feeling settled over me — the sense that the fantasy I had just conjured might actually come true.