by Lexi Archer
Nothing had happened yet.
Only walking over and sitting next to him would be an acknowledgement that something might happen. It was crossing a line, and I did it. I didn't give a damn if what I was doing was wrong. No, I wasn't thinking straight. I was thinking about everything that happened the night before with Paul. I was thinking about how good Liam looked. How he’d feel pressed against me.
And honestly there was a big part of me that wasn't really thinking at all. No, I’d been overtaken by that primal cavemen part of our brains. The one that only wants to feed and fuck, to quote a line that drifted into my head from an anthropology course I'd had so many years ago in college.
So I sat down next to him and glanced down. I couldn't help myself. I had to look at what was going on under that towel. I saw something pressing out that made my eyes go wide. It was like there was a snake running up under the white towel the gym provided. A white towel that was way too small to actually cover much. As my eyes traveled down, down, I realized there was something peeking out from under that towel and my cheeks grew even more heated than they already were from the heat of the sauna.
"See anything you like, Connie?" Liam asked, his voice a primal growl.
"I'm a married woman," I said, trying to sound scandalized and knowing I wasn't doing a very good job of it even as the words escaped my lips.
"I think we both know that doesn't mean anything, Connie," he said. "I've been with plenty of married women."
I squeezed my eyes shut. He'd been with married women before. It didn't surprise me. It was a nice little scam for him to pull. Go to some suburban gym to work out looking like the hard body he was. Looking like the kind of guy who belonged in a bodybuilding gym and not at a fitness center that had a fucking candy bowl at the entrance and catered mostly to suburban housewives who wanted to feel good about themselves without working too hard at it.
He was a fox in the henhouse, and he knew it. It sounded like he'd been making good use of his time hunting around here, too.
"I think there's a reason you invited me in here," Liam said.
I sighed.
"My husband won't fucking listen to me," I said. "I've been spending all this time in the gym trying to get in shape. I look better than I ever have, and all he wants to do when he gets home is go down into the basement and ignore his life. He doesn't want to do anything but sit there watching TV. He hasn't taken a single fucking hint I've been dropping that he needs to get in shape too. He's just sitting there every night, a fat lazy slob, and…"
I forced myself to shut my big mouth. What was I even talking about? I mean sure I was frustrated with everything that was going on at home, but that was no excuse for me to suddenly start baring my soul to this guy who, let’s be honest, I barely knew beyond his workouts being an eye candy highlight to my weekdays.
Especially when he was trying to seduce me. Trying to pull me away from my husband. Only.
Wasn't there a part of me that wanted him to do that? Wasn't there a part of me that was so turned on right now? If I removed my own towel, just enough to cover me while also not leaving much to the imagination, wouldn't it reveal that I was more turned on than I’d been in a good long time?
"I understand," Liam said.
One of his hands came to rest on my knee. I jumped and turned to look at him. "Liam…"
That was meant to come out as a warning, but of course my traitorous voice betrayed me. It came out more as a contented sigh. A signal of the desire coursing through me demanding that he have his way with me.
Yeah, definitely not what I'd been going for, but I guess it was betraying how I really felt.
"You don't think I’ve seen you in here week after week doing your thing?” he asked. "You don't think I've seen all the work you've been putting in? How you turned yourself into a hell of a hardbody through sheer force of will? You're the kind of fucking success story that most gyms would pay to have in their advertising, and now you're telling me you have a husband at home that doesn't appreciate anything you've done?"
"We shouldn't," I said, and again it came out nothing like I meant it to come out.
I was trying to tell him we shouldn't be doing something like this. That it was wrong. Only the way I said it, it came out more like I was taunting him. Teasing him. Daring him to take it farther than he already had. Because if I dared him to take it farther than he already had, well that would be a little naughty. That would be a little flirtatious.
That would be exactly what I’d wanted out of this from the moment I teased him to the point that he decided to meet me in here[
It would also be so very wrong, but I guess this was one of those situations where doing something wrong made it feel all of the better. I was crossing into forbidden territory here. I was the forbidden fruit, and I realized that was a role I actually quite enjoyed playing.
"Then stop me," Liam said, his voice low and breathy as he leaned in towards me and my world shattered.
8
Connie
Liam's kiss was powerful. Insistent. Hungry. Basically everything I’d expect from a man who was finally getting a chance to kiss a woman he'd been looking at and desiring for awhile now.
Oh yeah. This guy might be bragging about all the married women he'd gotten with, but there was something about the way he kissed me, something about the hunger underlying what he was doing, that told me this was something he'd been looking forward to. Something he'd been fantasizing about.
I idly wondered how many times he'd jerked off thinking about how much he wanted to fuck me as his cock sprang free from under the towel that had been covering it.
I looked down. I was surprised to realize that my hand was wrapped around his cock. My hand moving under that towel was why the massive thing had sprang free in the first place.
It just sort of happened without thinking about it, and I loved it. His cock was so big. It was purple and veiny. It stood out against his perfectly chiseled body. It was everything my husband wasn’t, and in that moment that was something I really needed.
There was something else he was that my husband wasn't. Doting. Caring. Affectionate. He looked at me and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he groaned and appreciated what I was doing for him.
There wasn't any sense that he was owed this. There was no sense that he was getting this as a matter of course. That it was just something he deserved because he'd put a ring on my finger years ago.
No, he was doing this because he wanted me. Because he needed me. Because when he looked at me I was the only woman in the world to him. Even if I was the only woman in the world for just this little moment we were sharing in the sauna.
I was under no illusions that he was going to stop going after other women, but he was mine for the moment, and that's what mattered.
"Holy shit that's so good Connie," he breathed. “I’ve dreamed about this…"
I smiled at him. I was really feeling good and naughty now. I'd tried some dirty talk with Paul before, but it never really worked out. He'd never been able to come up with anything all that good. Basically he just wasn't that great at it, and it totally ruined the experience.
Which was basically a summary of our sex life for the past couple of years, when you got down to it.
"Oh yeah?" I asked. "Tell me about all the things you do when you think about me."
“You’re so fucking sexy," he said. "You're easily the hottest woman here. I always think about you when I'm jerking off. Sometimes even when I'm fucking other women. You're perfect."
I bit my lip. I wasn't sure if he was buttering me up, or if he actually meant it, but damn it was so hot to hear a man talking about me like that!
"Show me," I said, throwing all caution to the wind.
I was beyond caring that this was cheating. That I was doing something that could potentially shatter my marriage.
Considering the current state my marriage was in, I wasn't sure that would be a bad thing!
Liam didn't waste a moment, that was for sure. He growled as he put his hands around my waist. He didn't bother taking the towel off. Now, he pulled me onto him, and suddenly I was sitting down on that massive cock of his.
Like it wasn't inside me, but I was grinding my pussy up and down its length, closing my eyes and feeling an intense naughty pleasure running through me as he started moving that cock up and down. Up and down.
Every time he moved down the head of his cock would slip just inside my lips. It made me dizzy with lust thinking about how close he was to outright fucking me.
It occurred to me that it might not be the best idea to fuck a stranger without a condom. He really was a stranger to me, for all that it felt like I knew him well from seeing him in the gym on the daily. Again, though, it was one of those situations where what the responsible thing to do and what my lust addled brain was telling me to do were two very different things.
"Fuck Liam," I said. "That feels so fucking good. What are you doing to me?"
"I'm about to do a hell of a lot more to you!" he growled.
He pulled me up one final time, and then he reached out and pulled my towel to the side. It fell down around me and I was naked in all my glory.
I looked over my shoulder to the door. To where anyone could walk through at any moment and see me sitting here right on the edge of moving down on Liam's cock.
I thought about all the bad things that would happen if someone found us in here doing this. I could possibly have the cops called. We could get in serious trouble. My husband would find out about it. That would probably be the end of my marriage, on top of being the sort of public humiliation that would be the talk of the town.
Our suburb was pretty big, but I had no doubt something as juicy as this would be all over social media in no time at all. The housewife who was caught fucking the hardbody at the gym was one of those stories that would just be too good for people not to share.
It was the kind of thought that should have terrified me, but instead it only added to the erotic thrill of the moment. Here I was doing something that was so naughty. I hadn't done something like this since I was in college and I fucked one of my old boyfriends in the library stacks when we'd started feeling a little frisky while in the middle of studying.
And even that was nothing compared to what I was doing now. College kids getting horny and fucking wherever they could around campus was something that was considered a given. This was way out of the ordinary. This was something that…
All thoughts of how naughty what we were doing was left my mind as his cock started to split me right down the middle. We're talking I hadn't felt this full since giving birth to my last kid. Holy shit he was big!
"Oh fuck that's so good Liam," I whined as I pressed down into him.
I very quickly went from wanting to pull off his cock, an instinctive reaction when I realized another man who wasn't my husband was fucking me, to wanting to get as much of him as possible as deep inside me as I could go as quickly as I could!
I honestly wasn't even sure if I'd be able to take him. He was so big. It felt so good having him splitting me down the middle like this, but I was also well aware that it’d been a long time since I'd been with a guy who was even remotely this big.
Sure some of that was that Paul had gained so much weight that his cock actually lost a little bit of its length. I guess that was something that could happen when you suddenly had a layer of fat added to what had once been a lean and sexy body that used to get me so hot and horny, but whatever.
Liam was nothing but a hardbody. He was so fucking hot, and he was taking control as he wrapped his hands around me. As he pulled me inexorably down, down, and onto his cock. I gasped and sighed as he pulled me onto him. As he took what he wanted from me. As he looked up at me and his eyes were clouded with lust.
I knew there’d be no stopping him even if I wanted to, but then again why the fuck would I ever want to stop this incredible experience? It was the best fuck I'd had in a good long time, and he’d barely gotten started!
"Holy fuck Connie," he said. "You're so tight! How many kids did you say you had?"
I smiled a mischievous little smile at him and then did a little something I’d learned when I was doing Kegel exercises as a result of having those kids. He gasped as he stared up at me and seemed surprised.
"That's a little something you're not going to get fucking the twentysomethings you probably go for at the bars and clubx.”
"There's nothing like a woman like you Connie," he said. "They don't hold a candle to your beauty!"
"Flattery will get you everywhere," I said, gasping again as I finally bottomed out.
I had to hold myself there for a moment. I felt so full. So fucking full! It was so good, and I wanted nothing more than to bounce up and down on his cock over and over again.
But first I had to get used to the feeling of his cock. I had to get use to accommodating that monster. It was so big. So good. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, and I was losing control.
Only then Liam took all agency away from me. I might be taking a moment to get used to him impaling me, but it looked like he was ready to fuck. And so he pulled me up. Pushed me down. Like I was a ragdoll. A fuck toy for him to use, and I loved it! I used to think I’d be pissed off if I ever had a guy that used me like that. After all, sex was supposed to be something between two people who were really into each other. Something magical. Something that wasn’t pure animal lust like this, only…
He hit a new spot I don't think I'd ever felt Paul hit before. I mean Paul was no slouch in the cock department, at least before he gained a bunch of weight, and so it's not like…
I went cross eyed as Liam hit that spot again and made it clear the first time he hit it had been no fucking fluke, pun totally intended. I didn't know how he was doing it, or what he was doing exactly to hit those depths, but it was so fucking good.
I whimpered and collapsed against him. He continued his relentless assault. I didn't think a guy could give me a pounding like this with me on top and not doing all the work. The only times I'd ever had guys pounding me like this was when they were on top of me really giving it to me, but he wasn't so powerful, so strong, that he could lift me up and pull me down on that delicious massive cock of his like it was nothing, and it wasn't even causing him to break a sweat.
Okay, scratch that. He was breaking a sweat, but that was probably more because we were in a sauna and we were both sweating due to the heat, and not because he was actually breaking a sweat from the exertion of what he was doing. That's how strong he was, and damn did it feel good!
"Fuck me," I gasped, more a whisper than anything. I was begging him for it. He was so good. So hot. His cock was so perfect as it filled me. As it hit depths I’d never enjoyed before with anyone. Not my husband, and not any of the other guys I'd ever dated and fucked before Paul put a ring on my finger.
"Fuck me please," I whispered. "You fuck me so good."
I repeated it over and over. My world became the sound of him pounding deep inside me. The sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together. The sound of my quiet gasps. The occasional sound of a grunt coming from him as he concentrated on what he was doing.
Then something changed. I felt a slight shift to his tempo. Like he was getting ready for something. Like he was getting close. So very close. I was so close to that edge as well. I needed this so desperately. It was a release I hadn't felt in so fucking long, and it was the kind of release I could only get from him. It was the kind of release I'd only come close to with Paul because I was imagining it was Liam doing the fucking and not my husband, and now here Liam was pounding me for everything I was worth and…
He pulled me down and hit that spot one more time, and that was it. I was thrown over the edge. It was only by biting my lip so hard that I drew a little bit of blood that I kept from screaming over and over, because damn was that fucking good!
I really didn't need to be screaming. Not when there was
a serious risk of people hearing us in the pool, or in the locker rooms. Basically there were a shitload of people in the gym this time of day to hear what was going on in here if we got too loud. Plenty of suburban types who might come to investigate, and we couldn't have that.
So I held on for dear life. I pressed my hands against his body. Against his sixpack. Against his muscular chest. I luxuriated in the feel of his cock deep inside me, and I gasped and tried not to black out. We're talking that's how intense everything was. I felt like I was seriously in danger of completely losing it.
And maybe it was because I was on the verge of blacking out, on the verge of losing it, that I didn't quite realize what was going on underneath me until it was too late. Liam pulled me down one last time, and I suppose the only thing that made me feel better about what happened next was that it's not like there was a snowball’s chance in hell that I was going to be able to stop what was happening. Not when he was so much stronger than me. Not when those tight muscles went taut as he held me in place and thrust his cock deep inside me one final time.
I didn't even care that there wasn't a condom there separating what was exploding out of his cock from my fertile belly. I didn't even care that I was letting another man blow a load inside me without any protection. Paul had a vasectomy after our second kid, and we'd decided that was that. No need for me to be on any sort of birth control and the potential side effects when he didn’t have any swimmers that could knock me up.
I really hoped there wouldn’t be any surprises left over from this experience, but then again I could always go and get Plan B when this was done. For the moment I just needed him coming inside me. I needed to feel his strong and powerful load moving up inside my body. I knew it was ridiculous to get turned on by the thought of him coming in me with potent sperm as opposed to my husband blowing a load that couldn’t knock me up, but it was still something that really got me going.
I was surprised that it got me going, but I also wasn’t going to complain about the good feeling I got. Not when it was so fucking amazing. No one ever said that the kinks that drive us had to make sense, after all.