Part 5..
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Skipping forward about a month, my girlfriend had very much kept up her busy schedule, staying over at the personal trainers on a Friday and Saturday night as well as seeing him on the Tuesday and Thursday lunchtimes as planned.
We didn’t really see each other on the Saturday afternoons like she said, I had to agree with her that it didn’t really make sense for her to come back.
Sundays were our special days though. She came home late morning, we would have lunch and spend the rest of the day together. Also as promised, we had sex, and she wore her stockings for me! We had sex the first Sunday but after that I just enjoyed the foreplay more.
One horny Sunday I asked her to be vocal about my small size and tubby body compared to his. She did a pretty good job and I came all over myself about 20 seconds in to her few sentences, I didn’t want I get cum on her stockings.
My girlfriend had changed a lot over this period, she was like a new women, unapologetically confident. She had started wearing stockings to work, heels instead of flats and nice dresses which hugged her figure and showed her fantastic big ass and plump bust. She had lost a bit of weight and toned up over this period too, double sessions with the PT!
The next most noteworthy thing in this dynamic to report was:
My girlfriend had been passing comments of thanks and friendly messages onto me from the trainer and I guess vice versa. He was keeping me sweet and I was just keeping my girlfriend happy. She had mentioned him cooking dinner for both us of before but I brushed it off. But this time my gf insisted that he WAS going to be cooking us dinner. He was going to be coming to our house to cook dinner for us on Friday night – this was a Thursday evening she was breaking the news to me..
I was nervous, I felt sick. I tried to make excuses. She could read me like a book, immediately calming me down. “Relax, it’s just dinner! A thank you dinner, don’t be silly”…. The dinner was on.
Friday night..
I came in from work, my gf was dressed smart casual, I stayed dressed from work with my shirt and trousers on, there was no clothes which would comfort me. I had butterflies all day, I was happy with the cuckolding but it felt like it all lived in my head, this was going to be a crashing reality I didn’t know how to deal with.
He arrived in jeans and a tight T-shirt, his muscular body bulged through it, as did his biceps at the sleeves. I watched nervously as he came in the door, worried he was about to start fucking her on the spot or something.
He respectfully came in and kissed her on the cheek and gave her a quick hug. He had flowers for her. He was eager to get to me, he greeted me really nicely with a handshake and a smile, he had a bottle of whiskey for me.
His confidence and presence filled the room, I didn’t really know what to do with myself but I was pleasant, usual chit chat. He wasn’t all over my girlfriend and I respected that from him.
He had offered to cook but my gf took the reins, we had steaks, we sat in the kitchen drinking wine while she cooked. It was a nice meal, he was a bit dim, young, a life dedicated to the gym!
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A while later, four bottles of wine later we sat chatting in the living room, my gf was tidying up in the kitchen, we sat chatting. He went through to check on her, I could hear only mumbles and laughter for a few minutes as I sat on my phone. The time went on a little bit too long, some silence, it was uncomfortable. I turned the music right down and turned an ear, I could hear her groaning. They were fucking in our kitchen. I knew something was up.. soft groans turned into high pitch squeals, she wasn’t trying to mask her noises anymore.
He must have put her on the table, I could hear stuff bumping around now…
Our kitchen was on other side of the wall and our downstairs toilet by the kitchen. I slowly made my way out the living room “to go to the toilet”.
When I opened the living room door I was met with a wall of noise, I didn’t realise quite how loud things had got. The table legs were with every pump, her groans and squeals constant.
I slowly walked down the corridor and looked in through the glass door. Her clothes lay in a heap as did his. He had her on her back on the dining room table, his tall frame over her, her hands on his muscular ass which moved fast in and out of her. I looked to her face, she was absolutely flushed. I watched for about a minute before she noticed me, her expression didn’t change, nothing but bliss and pleasure, we locked eyes until her sensations made her close her eyes..
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