“Are you sure we’re doing this right?” Wendy asked while giggling. We were using the gym chest press (at least that’s what Wendy said it was called, I was unsure) and had no clue what we were doing. “I think so” I mumbled with a small smile. I was unsure if we really were, but anytime spent with Wendy was always a good time. She was my best friend since childhood, went to the same elementary through high school together and never had even an argument. She was the best “man” at my wedding, and I was the best man at hers. Her husband and my wife were always a little skeptical of our relationship, but we were always platonic friends who couldn’t imagine being together.

Not to say Wendy wasn’t a total catch, because she was. She was a blonde beauty, soft skin with perfect complexion, curves in all the right places and thighs that could make anyone say, “oh my”. Her body and beauty were only matched by her brain and personality. She could make anyone in the room laugh, and watch Jeopardy getting the questions right at the same time. I always had a slight sense of longing and a crush on Wendy, but I thought it was one sided and never wanted to risk our friendship. I also love my wife and felt like that possible chance of a chapter, was closed.

We started going to the gym together after we both had noticed we had gained a little weight and wanted to get fit. We had asked our spouses to come to the gym all together but my wife had no interest and her husband’s work schedule didn’t allow a consistent gym schedule. So we decided to get a gym membership together and work out together. It was great fun for the first month, doing our cardio while making each other laugh and proud by exercising but having fun while doing so. After our first month we had both lost some weight and she thought it would be a good idea to start doing muscle building exercises.

That was when I noticed things were getting a little different with our gym routine. The first week of weight training she had started to wear tight and short wearing yoga shorts that she had never worn before. She was also getting more handsy with me; giving me a lot more “praise” for exercising. A high five and fist pump had started to turn into a chest rub with a “great job babe!” It was after this first week that she had then suggested we start going to the gym earlier in the morning. We had started going every morning at 8, but she had mentioned that “the early bird gets the worm” and wanted an earlier start time.

I had no qualms with an earlier start time, it worked with my regular schedule and was having fun exercising with Wendy. I had been having fun lifting weights and cracking jokes with Wendy and I was noticing I was really enjoying how handsy Wendy was getting. I had gotten to the gym and Wendy was already there. She was wearing a crop top workout bra and short shorts. She noticed that I was there and motioned me over to an actual machine instead of the weights we had been working with. “What’s this called” I had asked. “A chest press” she responded with a small smile. “I want to see you workout that nice chest” So I sat down and pushed the weights together, noticing I was moving them back and forth very quickly. “Are you sure we’re using this right?” Wendy giggled. “I’m not sure” I mumbled back with a small smile. That was when Wendy laughed and looked at the amount of weight on the machine. “Well no wonder Superman; you have 0 weight working against you on this thing” I laughed and she said, “let’s use this thing correctly, add some weight and see if I’m doing this right” I set the machine for her after reading the instructions, and then went to the front of the machine to watch.

Well watch I sure did, she had started pushing the weights together for a few reps. I was in awe watching the her beautiful curvy body work against the machine. Her breasts were curvy and watching them get squeezed by the machine was invigorating. I hadn’t even noticed that the show she had gave me; had given her a slight show. “Having a wardrobe malfunction??” She laughed while pointing at my shorts. My shorts were loose fitting until I had become harder than any exercise program in the gym. She then stared me in the eyes and asked, “Want to see something else?” She quickly looked around before seeing we were the only ones in the gym. She had then lowered her shorts revealing she was not wearing any underwear. She then looked around and then asked, “How about a real workout?” She then proceeded to put her hands down my pants and felt my cock. “Oh fuck yes” she moaned and held my cock while walking me to the showers.

We got to the biggest shower in the locker room where she then completely removed her clothes. Her ass was mesmerizing, her ass cheeks were huge and firm. Like two perfectly shaped and cooked loaves of sourdough bread. Her pussy was clean shaven and thick thighs that almost made me cry from perfection. She reminded me of a Greek Goddess; perfectly defining the beauty of the feminine form. She noticed I was taking in her beauty as was my own body. “I’ve never seen a cock that ready to fuck” she then proceeded to push me on the shower bench “let me lick that big cock” she gently startled licking my cock, licking my head in a perfect circular motion. I moaned and quivered in pleasure before I ran my hands through her beautiful hair and cupping her boobs in my hands, gently pinching her nipples. “Mhmm” she moaned in pleasure. She then started lowering her full mouth on my cock, swirling her wet tongue while doing so.

“Let me taste you” I was able to barely push out while trembling with pleasure. “Mhmm, gladly” she said while pushing me down on the bench and lowering herself onto me. I immediately started licking and gently sucking her cute clit, noticing how sweet she tasted. She was like a candy from your childhood that you can’t buy anymore, amazing and unforgettable. Her pussy was wetter than the shower we were in, and I gently pushed a finger inside of her, letting out a moan while doing so. I was in heaven in this shower, becoming one with my best friend in a primal but pleasurable way. We were moaning while taking in the pleasure of each other; before I noticed she had gotten up from my face and was standing in front of me.

“Fuck me like my husband should” I immediately bent her down on the bench with her perfect ass in the air facing me. I put two fingers in her before she quickly turned around, “no more fingers, only cock!” I smiled and rubbed the juices from her pussy on my fingers all over my cock. She smiled and said, “good.” I then slowly pulled her up to me and I slowly pushed my cock inside of her. I noticed I was going slow because of her grip. She was tight, but her lips had the grip of a bodybuilder and caressed my cock like a wet glove. I finally had my cock fully inside of her.

“How’s it feel?” She asked. “Like I always imagined” I replied back. She then said, “this should’ve happened sooner” I had no time to respond let alone think of an answer. She had started throwing her ass back and forth on my cock. “I NEED THIS” she yelled out in a moan. She was moving her ass in a perfect sequence, the sound of my balls slapping her ass rung out into the locker room. I had noticed that I started to feel the need to cum, so I whispered to her that I’m about to finish. I started to pull out when I noticed she put her hands on my back. “Absolutely not, you’re getting every drop in this pussy” I couldn’t hold it any longer and had cum explode from my cock. “Oh my god!” She moaned as she was being pumped with more and more cum. She quickly turned the shower off and got her short shorts. “Good, I need this leakage to remind me for tomorrow”

It’s been 6 months since Wendy and I have been going to the gym, and our shower workouts are the hardest part of our routine.