Straight Female / 41
Yesterday Morning
I didn’t mean for it to happen. It wasn’t something I planned, certainly not something I sought. But there was something about Ryan that had my pulse racing every time I saw him.
When I first met him, I was just looking for a way to feel better about myself. I’d been married to Greg for eight years, and while I loved him, our relationship had started to feel… stale. The spark had faded into a comfortable routine. I guess I wanted to feel seen again.
Ryan did that. From our first session, he had this way of making me feel strong, capable, and—dare I say it—sexy. He was playful, teasing me when I lagged during workouts, but there was always an undercurrent of something more in his eyes. That awareness between us simmered beneath every exchange, but I pushed it aside. I wasn’t the kind of woman to stray.
Until yesterday morning.
“You’ve been doing great, Jenna,” , flashing that easy, heart-melting smile of his. “Seriously, your form’s getting better every week.”
I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Well, that’s all thanks to you. You always know how to push me.” My words hung in the air, heavier than I intended. His smile faltered just for a second before he looked at me in a way that made my stomach flip.
“Sometimes I feel like I can see what you need even when you don’t,” he said, his voice low.
I froze, my heart pounding. The gym felt too small, too quiet all of a sudden. “Ryan…” I started, but I couldn’t finish the thought. What was I going to say? That I’d been thinking about him far too often? That sometimes when Greg held me at night, my mind wandered to the way Ryan’s hands would feel on me?
“I know,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I know this isn’t what either of us expected.”
The way he looked at me—God, it was like he saw straight through me. My breath hitched as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. My instincts screamed at me to pull away, to think of Greg, to stop. But instead, I leaned into his touch.
When his lips finally met mine, it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment far longer than I realized. In that instant, I let go of everything—except him.
I didn't care about my marriage, kids, my future, all cared about was his hot strong younger body pounding me into the sheets. There was no dull predictible moves like Greg would have used. Greg could never get that hard with out a blue pill. But Ryan was an animal, pure lust, a god in the sack with body of a greek god who sculpted himself daily in the gym prey on hot housewives like me who fall for thier trainers. I knew he had played me, toyed with me, lead me on let me crush on him. I knew the romance he built was all a game to bed me. I didn't care because I wanted to fuck him and in that moment I did care Greg found out, or if it broke his heart. I did care about my vows. I cared about letting Ryan have his way with me.
So there I was back at the apartment of stud at least 15 years younger than me taking his hard throbbing cock up my guilty married wet pussy. I have never been pounded that long, that hard, or that intense in my life. He was pounding me doggy style as he pulled the back of my hair railing me like I was his newest conquest. I felt dirty, I felt like a cheating slutty bitch in heat and I embraced that role with true joy rolling into the best orgasm of my life. It was wrong, selfish, and insane and i didn't care I wanted it all. As he cummed in me I realized we didn't even use a condom. I didn't even think or care in the moment. God I hope I didn't get pregant. Maybe I should do plan B.
Later that night when Greg got home from work I felt so guilty the second i laid eyes on him. Out of guilt I tried to to make love to him. The sex was so bad I dudn't even cum but he sured did because he barely lasted 5 minutes. I rolled off him, turned my back as he went to sleep and texted Ryan that next week we should skip the gym and do our session at his apartment. I asked about condoms he said he'd rather not. I guess I'll start the pill. Don't judgr me.
When I first met him, I was just looking for a way to feel better about myself. I’d been married to Greg for eight years, and while I loved him, our relationship had started to feel… stale. The spark had faded into a comfortable routine. I guess I wanted to feel seen again.
Ryan did that. From our first session, he had this way of making me feel strong, capable, and—dare I say it—sexy. He was playful, teasing me when I lagged during workouts, but there was always an undercurrent of something more in his eyes. That awareness between us simmered beneath every exchange, but I pushed it aside. I wasn’t the kind of woman to stray.
Until yesterday morning.
“You’ve been doing great, Jenna,” , flashing that easy, heart-melting smile of his. “Seriously, your form’s getting better every week.”
I laughed, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Well, that’s all thanks to you. You always know how to push me.” My words hung in the air, heavier than I intended. His smile faltered just for a second before he looked at me in a way that made my stomach flip.
“Sometimes I feel like I can see what you need even when you don’t,” he said, his voice low.
I froze, my heart pounding. The gym felt too small, too quiet all of a sudden. “Ryan…” I started, but I couldn’t finish the thought. What was I going to say? That I’d been thinking about him far too often? That sometimes when Greg held me at night, my mind wandered to the way Ryan’s hands would feel on me?
“I know,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I know this isn’t what either of us expected.”
The way he looked at me—God, it was like he saw straight through me. My breath hitched as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. My instincts screamed at me to pull away, to think of Greg, to stop. But instead, I leaned into his touch.
When his lips finally met mine, it felt like I’d been waiting for this moment far longer than I realized. In that instant, I let go of everything—except him.
I didn't care about my marriage, kids, my future, all cared about was his hot strong younger body pounding me into the sheets. There was no dull predictible moves like Greg would have used. Greg could never get that hard with out a blue pill. But Ryan was an animal, pure lust, a god in the sack with body of a greek god who sculpted himself daily in the gym prey on hot housewives like me who fall for thier trainers. I knew he had played me, toyed with me, lead me on let me crush on him. I knew the romance he built was all a game to bed me. I didn't care because I wanted to fuck him and in that moment I did care Greg found out, or if it broke his heart. I did care about my vows. I cared about letting Ryan have his way with me.
So there I was back at the apartment of stud at least 15 years younger than me taking his hard throbbing cock up my guilty married wet pussy. I have never been pounded that long, that hard, or that intense in my life. He was pounding me doggy style as he pulled the back of my hair railing me like I was his newest conquest. I felt dirty, I felt like a cheating slutty bitch in heat and I embraced that role with true joy rolling into the best orgasm of my life. It was wrong, selfish, and insane and i didn't care I wanted it all. As he cummed in me I realized we didn't even use a condom. I didn't even think or care in the moment. God I hope I didn't get pregant. Maybe I should do plan B.
Later that night when Greg got home from work I felt so guilty the second i laid eyes on him. Out of guilt I tried to to make love to him. The sex was so bad I dudn't even cum but he sured did because he barely lasted 5 minutes. I rolled off him, turned my back as he went to sleep and texted Ryan that next week we should skip the gym and do our session at his apartment. I asked about condoms he said he'd rather not. I guess I'll start the pill. Don't judgr me.
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