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This happened last week and I’m still processing how I feel about it. I’m 19, Singaporean, signed up at a gym near my house six months ago. Got assigned a personal trainer, this guy Marcus, probably 28, Malay, very built, very professional at first. My boyfriend (26) knew about him because I’d mention my sessions. Over time Marcus got flirty. Nothing obvious just “you’re getting stronger,” “your form is looking good,” standing closer than necessary when spotting me. I told my boyfriend about it as a funny story. Instead of being jealous, he got… interested. Asked if I thought Marcus was attractive. Said it would be hot if something happened. I thought he was just talking. But he kept bringing it up. Said he wanted to watch if anything ever did happen. I said that was impossible, gym is public, Marcus is professional. My boyfriend suggested I arrange a late session. He’d “happen” to be walking by outside, the gym has those big street facing windows. He could watch from the sidewalk without being seen inside. I don’t know why I agreed. Curiosity, maybe. The idea of being watched, of two men wanting me. I booked a 9pm session last Tuesday. Almost empty gym. My boyfriend texted when he was outside. I could see his silhouette through the frosted glass.
Marcus was spotting me on squats. His hands on my hips, guiding my form. I was wearing just a sports bra and shorts. I made eye contact with him in the mirror, held it longer than normal. He got the message. Asked if I wanted to work on flexibility in the stretching area, more private. I said yes. The stretching area has those big windows. My boyfriend could see everything. Marcus kissed me first, then pushed me onto the mat. Pulled my shorts down. I kept looking at the window, knowing my boyfriend was watching. Marcus didn’t know. Thought we were alone. He fucked me right there on the gym floor. Rough, fast, the way you do when you might get caught. I moaned louder than I needed to, putting on a show. When I came I looked directly at the window.
After, Marcus went to get water. I checked my phone. My boyfriend had texted: “Come outside. Now.” I left through the side door. He was waiting, hard as hell, dragged me to the back alley and fucked me against the wall. Reclaiming me. Asking me over and over if Marcus was bigger, if I liked it, if I wanted to do it again. I said I didn’t know. I still don’t. Marcus texted me the next day. I haven’t replied. My boyfriend wants to set up something “more controlled” where he can see better. I don’t know if I’m into this or if I just got caught up in the moment.
Is this how cuckold dynamics are supposed to feel? Confusing but exciting?