I know many health clubs that like to use glamorous aerobic dance instructors so that guests think that they will be as fit as the instructor after coming here, but this instructor was like a movie star.
I watched in awe for two to three minutes, staring at this beautiful goddess demonstrating gymnastics, and I almost gasped out sharply when she landed on her hands and knees, leaning back to perform an upward spread, and then I heard Brad calling out to me, “I think this place is fantastic,” he said, as the gym manager, off to the side, waited for us to decide. “What do you think, should we sign up?”
“Of course!” I replied crisply.
Before I left, I took a copy of the rhythmic gymnastics class schedule, and based on this information, I assumed that this beautiful woman’s name was Julie, and that she taught a different class here every week, and that our membership would be effective the next day, and that Julie would be in charge of the “Body Tune-Up” class at 6:30 p.m., which I would be sure to attend on time.
That night I took the initiative and fucked Brad while he was totally confused. After dinner, while he was watching TV, I ducked into the bedroom and changed into the doll’s nightgown he’d bought me for Christmas, and I climbed onto the couch and knelt beside him, grinding my ample breasts against his face, and unable to stand the temptation he bit down on the scented bait that was me, and held me close, burying his mouth and nose between my cleavage, and clasping my plump buttocks in his strong hands.
I felt so horny, my crotch began to shrug against his thighs, I couldn’t remember ever wanting to be napped so badly, so much looking forward to an earth shattering orgasm so I could relax. I loosened my husband’s belt and pulled out his fully engorged prick, and I chased it down and sucked on it eagerly as Brad moaned and reached out to pull my knickers aside and began to play with my pussy and asshole.
As I rewarded Brad with the grandest cocksucking blowjob of the century, taking turns on both sides of his cock, licking the tip of my tongue along the full length of the meaty shaft while sucking in a pistoning motion, Julie popped into my head, and, startled by this, I stopped moving my head and just held his erect mushroom-shaped glans between my lips, which he probably took as a sign that I was ready to fuck, and withdrew his prick from my mouth, laying me flat on the couch and pulling down my trousers before plunging his cock into my pussy with a flourish. He pulled it out of my mouth, laid me flat on the sofa, pulled down his pants, and then plunged his cock into my pussy with a flourish, and I lifted one foot up to straddle his shoulder so that I could nibble on my toes from time to time as he ramming fucked me.
I closed my eyes and pulled my lace bra up to my chin so I could play with my nipples, yes, my sweet husband, was giving me the nappy of a lifetime, I loved his beautiful manhood, moving in and out of my wet and pleasant pussy, but my mind was still mischievously parked, a picture of an aerobic dance instructor, an Amazonian warrior woman, and when the orgasm hit my head mushy into a piece of jelly, and I found myself compelled to explore my feelings for her, and seconds later, dear Brad also ascended to the peak, cum spurting wildly in my honey hole.
The next day at lunchtime I purchased the sexiest gymnastics outfit I could find, an extremely feminine, sparkly green, hollowed out rhythmic outfit, I may not have the perfect body shape that Julie had, but I was still proud of my body, especially my flat stomach, Brad had once commented that I had the cutest belly button in the world. I also purchased a pair of cute white gymnastics shoes with pink lace on them, plus a number lock, a water bottle and a bag to hold all my gear and I was ready to go!8
I was one of the first to enter the dance studio, where a few of the regulars were stretching and warming up, and I occupied the back of Julie’s usual instructor’s spot and prepared a set of sayings about how I was new and wanted to be near the instructor to learn.
By 6:30, Julie came in in a whirlwind, with a toned complexion and a cheerful smile. She greeted everyone she knew, and when her eyes turned to me, her smile expanded even more as she gave me a big hello hello, and I was bound to blush a little, my knees shaking involuntarily as our eyes briefly interlocked and locked for a moment, causing me to feel a tickle emanate from inside my honey hole.
What followed was an amazing hour as I followed along with the drills of all the gymnastic movements, which were quite strenuous, but not so strenuous as to be off-putting. Throughout the exercises my attention was focused on Julie, her well-fitted rhythmic outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, from her toned thighs and ass muscles, the large nipples on her ample breasts, even the line of her labia, and since the classroom was lined with full length mirrors, I could watch her from every angle.
She was also a very good instructor, constantly encouraging but not imposing, if someone made a wrong move she would personally teach the correct stance without showing any annoyance, once I was doing a leg lift and she came to correct my stance, squeezing up to me, her hand gently touched the side of my buttocks, and I felt an electric current emanating from there, striking lightning towards my pussy, and after I did the correct move a few times, she gave me a cheerful smile and then continued the lesson.
I faithfully attended all the classes she taught, which included body toning and rhythmic dancing, and not only did I start to get in better shape, but I also developed an expectation in my mind that I wanted to have sex with this beautiful woman, although I wasn’t at all sure that she had the same interest, as she seemed to treat me and the other participants in the class equally.
Anyway, one night when Brad was away on business, I found myself taking my faithful electric vibrator to bed with me and began to use it for hours of joyful massage, and the whole time I was thinking about Julie, I imagined her burying her head between my legs and licking my wet pussy, I fantasized about her pussy squirting into my face so that I could have my first taste of pussy tasting jade, and I had visions in my head of her using the In my mind’s eye, I also had a vision of her using a vibrator, thrusting in and out of my pussy while sucking on my nipples, and that night I really did have an orgasm.
After spending six weeks attending her classes and wondering in my mind what it would take to get closer to her, I was in the process of putting a heavy weight down on my body towards the end of one of the classes when I twisted my shoulder, and Julie, seeing the squirming I was doing because of the discomfort, came up to me and asked me what was wrong.
“I don’t know,” I said, “I don’t think it’s a pulled muscle, probably twisted.”
She placed a hand on the spot where I was feeling discomfort and gently massaged it, and I was almost flattered with pleasure.
“You know what? They also offer massages here at a fair price, $25 for a half hour or $40 for an hour.” I smiled and thanked her for the information, “I’m on duty tonight.” She appended this.
It was the words that held me there, “You’re a massage therapist too?” !
She lightly wagged her finger and smiled, “Of course I am, I’m a man of many talents.” Why do I get the feeling that there was a bit of intrigue in her eyes as she continued, “How about it, do you want me to make a move on you?”
Getting a positive reply from me, she told me to take a shower first and wait in the massage room at the back of the women’s locker room in 15 minutes. As I took a shower on one side, I couldn’t help but rub my clit a little while letting the hot water run over my entire body, I dried off, wrapped in a valance, and tiptoed trembling to the massage room.
Julie was already waiting there, all smiles, still looking as good as ever in her rhyming outfit, and after locking the door behind us said, “Climb up on the massage table,” while laying a sheet on top, “Get down on your stomach and start with your back first.”
I followed her instructions and she covered me with another bath towel, the side of my face felt a little cool against the plastic textured sheet, but this allowed me to watch her while she worked and she began to gently massage my back. ,
“Wow! You’re really tense,” Julie blurted out, and she was really right, “We’ll get you out of this quickly, would you like an hour’s massage treatment?”
I murmured my agreement and the massage began quickly, orthodox and specialized, she pressed over my shoulders, arms and back, at least the bare parts, then she jumped to the legs, pinching, scratching and kneading, next came the feet, getting between the toes and pulling each one loose, this felt so good I thought I felt like I was floating on a cloud, and I felt extremely sexually hungry.
Julie proceeded quietly and suddenly as if I heard her say something, her voice startled me, “Would you like me to massage the part of you that is covered by the bath towel? If you feel uncomfortable, you can choose not to, I will only lift the part that is being massaged.”
I was reveling in the feeling of cool pleasure when I looked up and said, “It doesn’t matter, there are only girls here anyway.”
Spreading a wide smile once again, she lifted the towel off her back, exposing my naked body completely to her eyes, and I seemed to detect a hint of longing in her eyes as I lowered my head while she began to massage my lower back before her wonderful hands were placed on her hips.
Oh my god, it was like a dream, I spread my feet slightly and felt my lusty nectar already leaving a little wet mark on the sheets underneath me, I could smell my own sexual arousal, and if I could smell it, Julie must have been able to too, as she tickled my ass with her nails.
“Turn over, Brandy.” She said softly, holding the side of the sheet so that I could roll over, I did as I was told, there was no question now, she was staring at my breasts and pussy, Julie made no attempt to hide it, she looked at me hungrily, gently and steadily, she once again began the leg massage, going up to the base of my thighs, she asked, “Is that a wedding ring you’re wearing on your hand? “
“Yes, I’ve been married for 2 years,” I replied and she nodded, and after a moment I added, “But you know the old saying, that doesn’t mean I’m dead set.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes and seemed to reach a silent agreement, with a wink of her eyes Julie climbed up onto the massage table, her toned body straddling mine, the earlier therapeutic muscle massage undoubtedly shifting to caresses, gently stroking all over my tummy, my arms and my face, I gasped softly, my hands resting uneasily on her powerful thighs, finally she covered my breasts with her hands, making me softly I cried out.
“Oh! They’re amazing,” gently pinching my nipples, she began to gently ride me while lowering her head to take my nipples and nibble on them with her teeth, and after a marvelous minute or two of sucking on them while squeezing and pinching them, she jumped off the stage and began to undress.
I propped my body up on my elbows and looked at her, what a perfect body, full breasts high on her toned chest covered with large silver dollar buds, consistent toned skin tone all over her body, not a single white patch on any of her neatly trimmed bush of black pubic hair, I couldn’t see her buttocks for a while but I knew I’d get the chance soon and get to lick my tongue all over it.
With a hmmm Julie squeezed up onto the massage table and wrapped her arms around me, pulling my lips closer to hers, it was my first kiss with a female nectar and it made me feel giddy, she was masterful at opening my lips with the tip of her tongue and slipping in to intertwine with mine, at the same time she kept her hands gripping my hips while the other hand might have been scratching my back with her fingernails.
“I’m going to eat you up,” she said quietly, and proceeded to kiss me in a straight line across my cleavage and belly until she buried her nose in my blonde pubic hair, and I put my feet up on her shoulders and watched as she feasted on my pussy, and I wouldn’t dare to say that she was any better at pussy-tasting than Brad was, but the two had their own distinctive styles; hers was a little gentler. I wouldn’t say she was any better than Brad at tasting pussy, but she was a bit different; she was a bit gentler, spending more time messing around my honey hole and asshole, teasing me and knowing just the right moment to move in on the clitoris and send me over the edge.
As my orgasm hit, I shoved my fingers into my mouth so that no one in the locker room might hear my lustful cries of pleasure, and when the hour was up, Julie smiled and lifted herself from between my legs, her face smeared with my lustful nectar, and stood up with a giggle and eat, while helping me to my feet, and she kissed me on the lips and tenderly rubbed my pussy and said “If you want to return the favor , any time you want to come to where I live.”
“How about tonight?” I asked, taking a brave step toward a new sexual arena.
“Give me ten minutes to get dressed, I think you need to get dressed too.” She laughed softly.
Hands trembling on the steering wheel I followed her car to where she lived in a smart little bungalow with rock star posters and taxidermy adorning the walls, a departure from her rhyming dance instructor personality, I noticed that Julie seemed to be rather complicated, and as we drank some fine wine she told me that lately it had been all about the female friends because she just couldn’t get to know the men any more, that “It’s not that I don’t want a nice cock in my pussy.” She boldly stated this to show her helplessness.
I giggled as I ate it up and said, “My husband has a great cock, the best cock I’ve ever seen, and that’s why I married him.”
“Oh yeah?” Julie laughed with me, “Bring it to me sometime.”
The sight of me, Brad and Julie in a bed of three flashed through my mind, making my libido jump to life.
“I think I will,” I said, putting my glass down and taking her face in both hands, kissing her in the most romantic way possible as we nestled on the couch for about ten minutes, after which she took my hand and went into her bedroom.
Completely naked, Julie lay in front of me, her legs spread wide, her long dark brown hair draped over the white pillows, her fingers dancing over her pink flowery lips, her eyes misty, and I stood at the foot of the bed, my fingers tenderly teasing her toes, and I looked like a Za who had to learn to dive, and the best way to do that was to just dive into the pool.
Even though I was just a beginner, Julie probably just liked me the way I was, and as I began to lick her nectar, she gripped my head, her back arched, and her plump ass lifted up, as I mashed my whole face against her pussy, experiencing her scent and taste deeply. Knowing my own favorite way, I treated her the same way, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, just so gently, so as to leave her wanting more. I similarly probed her asshole with one finger, the backstory was like quicksand, sinking my finger deep, I looked at her and said, “Brad is going to love fucking your ass oh so much.”
Julie just gasped in response as I probed my fingers on one side and continued to lick at the puffed up clitoris on the other, and after a few minutes she surged to an orgasm, her legs clamping down hard on my ears so that I almost sank into her flesh-filled skin.
Julie and I had devised a way to pull Brad in the following weekend and she offered a dinner invitation. It was so exciting that I could hardly wait, but I decided to pretend it was okay and just gently tell him that Julie was inviting us to dinner without telling him what the after-dinner snack would be.1
“Julie? You mean the tall, flirty brunette who teaches that class of yours?” That was his first reaction.
“How do you know?” I asked.
He admitted, somewhat sheepishly, that in between weight training sessions, he would run by to check out our cardio dance class, “You look really great practicing in your leotard,” he said, “And she looks really pretty, I’d love to meet her.”
Julie treated us to Italian style bread and a meal with a bottle of wine of course, she looked refreshing in a cotton shirt and a canvas skirt, she got along with Brad, both happened to be sports fans, even fans of the same baseball team, and since I wasn’t interested in accompanying him to the game he intuitively thought of inviting her to go with him to the game. Brad gave me a look, afraid that I would mind in my heart, and I was a picture of indifference.
After dinner we gathered by the fire, listening to music and talking, I sat next to Julie, put my hand on her leg and said to Brad, you know, Julie and I have become very close friends, Julie echoed my words, kissed me on the lips and said, “Yes, very close, Brad.”
Brad’s jaw looked like it was about to drop at the sight of me and Julie’s one-two punch, and I knew that this sort of thing wouldn’t bother him-he’d long had sexual fantasies of joining a bed partner, and instead it was a fresh thrill to see him stunned by our little trick.
“Let’s all go to the bedroom, shall we?” Julie said, so Brad followed us like an obedient puppy dog, Julie and I stripped naked first and then encouraged Brad to follow, he had a high erection by now, Julie cupped his manhood in her hand and slowly stroked it, Brad sighed as if he was relieved and I sat on the bed, thrusting my hand into my hungry pussy.
It was a carnival of kinky fun that night, and first out of the gate was Brad getting to know Julie better – a full six feet from head to toe, sucking on her toes, nibbling on her earlobes, teasing her nipples with his tongue, and licking her pussy, and as Julie was being pushed to the brink of orgasm by Brad’s tongue skills, I crawled up beside him and slipped his prick into my mouth, and by this time He was also sexually aroused, so he quickly exploded, ramming the sweet seed of life down my throat, while Julie’s lewd and playful words of orgasm filled the room.
Then Julie and Brad started a back-and-forth attack on me, with Brad playing with my tender breasts and Julie specializing in my honey hole, and by the time they were working on me, I had already lost my body twice in a row, and was so dizzy that I couldn’t even remember my own name.
It seems a little difficult to keep a detailed record of what happened that night, Brad was like a sex machine, he got hard 3 more times and sent his stock into my pussy, Julie’s backyard and the last time he watched Julie fuck me with a dildo strapped to her waist while sitting on a chair and masturbating, Julie’s thrusts were very powerful and I looked at her sultry, feminine eyes while feeling filled with her thick “dildo”. It was a very special feeling to see her sultry and feminine eyes while feeling filled with a thick “dildo”.
When Brad was ready to cum he straddled the bed and pointed his erect penis at Julie while she kept pounding me with the dildo, Brad erupted just as I was coming, hitting Julie’s chin then dripping onto my breasts, Brad said it was the most heady sight he had ever seen, better than any erotic movie.
“Merging the two of you, my sweet, lovely little blonde wife, with that tall, fit Titan beauty, wow, what a passion.” That’s what he said to me at breakfast the next day, long after noon, when we partied all night long, sucking and napping until dawn, getting up past noon to start a new day. I agreed with him that being with Julie had been the highlight of our erotic life, and that we would continue to see her, alone and together, Julie had awakened a latent common fantasy in us, and we would reward her, not with money, but with a succession of orgasms that shook the roof.