I’ve been hitting the gym regularly for years, which has inevitably drawn the attention of quite a few men. Usually, I’d deflect their advances or avoid them, but three months ago, one particularly striking guy started flirting with me. He was undeniably handsome, and his attention was flattering.

One evening, I decided to confide in my husband about this charming gym guy. My husband has always had a specific fantasy involving me in minimal, revealing outfits, enjoying the thought that other men might find me attractive as well. Hearing about the gym guy piqued his interest and turned him on, so he encouraged me to engage more deeply with this flirtation.

In the following weeks, I dressed intentionally to accentuate my physique and catch the gym guy’s eye. I wore tight, form-fitting shorts that highlighted my curves and paired them with a crop top featuring a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. The top was designed to emphasize my cleavage and show off my figure in a way that made it impossible not to notice me. Our mutual attraction grew, and we started to playfully bump into each other at the gym. This interaction fueled my fantasies, which often involved imagining scenarios where my husband and this gym guy were together with me. Sharing these fantasies with my husband only intensified his excitement.

As our flirtation progressed, the gym guy and I began exchanging texts. Eventually, he invited me over to his place for the weekend. My husband was thrilled by the idea and eagerly supported it, even suggesting that I dress provocatively and take some discreet photos to share later. The thought of my husband eagerly waiting at home, excited for every detail, added an extra thrill to the experience.

Dressed in those tight shorts and the plunging crop top, I headed to the gym guy’s place. I wore my hair in soft waves and did my makeup to enhance my allure, making sure every detail of my appearance was calculated to seduce. Once there, we started with casual conversation, but as the evening progressed, I led us from the living room to his bedroom. I placed my hand on his thigh, my fingers slowly moving closer to his crotch, and when I felt his growing erection through his jeans, the tension between us became electric.

Things quickly escalated. He eagerly removed my top, revealing my bare breasts, and unzipped his jeans. I pulled out his thick, hard cock, which he guided towards my mouth. I took him in, savoring every inch as I began to suck him off. His grip on my head tightened as he pushed me deeper, making me gag and tear up with the intensity. I continued to pleasure him, my mouth working furiously while my knees grew sore from the position.

He then yanked me to my feet, spun me around, and yanked down my shorts, tossing me onto his bed. He ate me out with such intensity that I felt as if I were about to scream from pleasure. The way he licked and teased me had me on the edge of multiple orgasms. When he finally thrust his cock into me, it was an intense and exhilarating experience. His powerful thrusts drove me to several climaxes, each one more intense than the last. He held me tightly, his thrusts relentless as he pounded me.

Eventually, he pulled me onto the floor, positioning me on my knees. He stroked his massive cock in front of my face before coming all over me. I managed to catch some of his release in my mouth, savoring the salty taste. As we both caught our breath, we laughed, recognizing the sheer excitement and intensity of what had just transpired. It was one of the most exhilarating and fulfilling experiences I’ve had.

Before I cleaned up my cum-covered body in his bathroom, I took a selfie to capture the aftermath and sent it to my husband, who was eagerly awaiting the details at home. His anticipation and excitement only heightened the thrill of the entire experience.