Today, my wife and I went to the gym. Normally, we don’t work out in the morning, but today was an exception because I had to leave for the office after lunch. So, we decided to hit the gym early, around 9 a.m. My gym trainer was also there, busy with another client. My wife wore a legging and a barely-there sports bra that put her cleavage on full display.
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While we were working out, a guy walked in whom I recognized him, we've met several times—though my wife had never seen him before. He was hard to miss—tall, muscular, and absolutely beast in our gym. He was bigger than me. I knew he's on roids. His sheer presence was enough to make the room feel charged and he moved with the confidence in the Room.
I noticed my wife glancing at him multiple times as soon as he entered in the gym. She wasn’t being subtle, her eyes darting toward him repeatedly, trying not to get caught staring but failing. As part of my chest workout, I loaded four plates onto the bar for bench presses. After my second set, I sat on the bench, catching my breath and letting the burn settle in. I saw him check my wife out in the mirror again and again. At this point I'm getting turned on and kinda nervous and I notice my cock is getting hard.
A mix of emotions welled up inside me: nervousness, intrigue, and something I couldn’t quite place but felt undeniable. My wife is a vixen. She’s a slut who has fucked my best friends and many other men she finds. I don't forget I'M A CUCKOLD. As I prepared for my third set, I couldn’t ignore the fact that my pulse was racing for reasons unrelated to the workout. I glanced at him again through the mirror. This time, his attention was locked on her fat ass, eyes trailing down to her curves as she adjusted her stance during her set.
After I finished my bench presses, we wrapped up our chest day. I decided to do some preacher curls while my wife headed over to the treadmill on my right. A guy came across to my left side and started doing bicep curls. During his second set, he unexpectedly pulled off his shirt, revealing a0 physique with a body sculpted by the gods —chiseled abs, broad shoulders, broad shoulder and veins running down his arms like rivers.
He was drenched in sweat, and my wife couldn’t help but stare as he gave a confident flex. By now, the gym was empty. I finished my set, and we were about to leave when he came over, still bare-chested, and struck up a conversation. 'Where have you been all these days?' he asked, standing right in front of us, completely topless.
Before I could respond, my wife introduced herself to him, and the two of them started talking as if I wasn’t even there. My wife loved the attention from him.
I knew what was coming next
I sat there feeling invisible at the conversation, when I was only laughed at when my wife made jokes about me. My wife jokingly commented on how he was so much more muscular and manly than me. It caught me off guard, but I couldn’t help but chuckle along with her. "A True Man". calling me "Cuck" or "Weak",
He was looking down at her cleavage without even hiding the fact that I was just across from them. She was batting her eyelashes, biting her lips and moaning seductively as he treated her like some kind of prize. He didn’t waste any time getting handsy with her sliding his hand between her thighs… wifey shot me a wicked little smile. He'd grab onto her tits. He was reaching down squeezing her huge tits as he kissed her.
She pulled down the top of her dress exposing her perfect tits so he could play with them. He'd grab onto her tits, He was looking at her boobs like a hungry wolf. He squeezed both of her boobs, and he sucked on them. His strong grip made her release a sound of pleasure.
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