You’ve come to the house several times to help my wife get back into shape. No amount of training will ever make her body as tight as yours, and I’m sure you’ve caught me looking before. You’re used to it, I’m sure.

One day you arrive a little early, about 20 minutes before my wife is home from work. I answer the front door when you arrive and invite you inside to wait. You’re already dressed for the workout, wearing spandex shorts. I offer you a water and we both go to the kitchen where we strike up a conversation. I reach my arm around you as though trying to get something on the counter behind you. You awkwardly move to slightly as though to get out of my way. I then reach my other arm around you, now both hands grasping the counter. I lean my body in and pin you against the counter.

You protest and struggle as I begin turning you around and retraining your arms. You’re begging me to stop and even scream. We live in a detached home on a quiet street, so no one will hear you. I let you scream and wrestle you into the dining room, forcing you to bend over the dining room table. I hold your arms with one hand and lean my weight into you from behind so that you’re pinned against the table. I use my other hand to yank your shorts down. I pull my cock out and shove it deep inside you.

You’re crying now, and begging that I stop. But I don’t stop. I thrust violently inside you until I cum explosively inside you. After I’ve cum inside you, I remain leaning over you until I’ve caught my breath. I then release you. You remain bent over the table, your shorts still down around your thighs, and whimpering. I tell you that my wife will be home in 10 minutes and to get yourself cleaned up before she arrives, but you just remain face down on the table crying softly. I then pull you to an upright position and yank your shorts up over your ass and back up on your waist.

Go on, I tell you, get cleaned up, and I lead you to the bathroom.