Different Gyms Do Train The Body Better! - Sex Stories

Different Gyms Do Train The Body Better!

... with quiet seductive voice, “How about we go to your room and order in?” I stammered something completely unintelligible, and she continued, “Don’t be shy, Burt. We’ve been building to this for two weeks, and you know it. Hell, I was so wet today at the office when it was just you and me that you must have smelled me. Tonight’s the night: my husband is out of town, your wife is a million miles away, and it’s just you and me. Just tonight. Just this once.” I looked at her in awe. I had never been to tempted in my life. If I am being honest, I was probably never so turned on. It was as if a pheromone cloud enveloped me, I felt dizzy. My cock was granite. I knew, somewhere deep inside, that this would happen that night. But nothing prepared me for the reality of the seduction. I gazed at her, those eyes, those lips, those breasts. And then she kissed me; a soul-searing kiss. And I kissed her back. God help me, but I wanted her as much as I’ve ever wanted a woman in my entire life. And then her arms were around my shoulders, and my hands on her hips. Then her ass. And those nipples grazed my chest, pushed against me. Then the fullness of her breasts were pressed into me, almost through me. My hardness. Her softness. And we were alone in a sea of nothingness…. I drove home from the airport in autopilot mode. I had survived the test. Before my will had been broken, the kiss was. And I had pulled away. Deep inside, I found the strength to resist and reject what every fiber of my ...

... body was desperate to take. I felt amazement that I had come so close to the precipice, but a certain pride in not falling into the abyss. I felt as if I had awoken from a comatose state. Ann had stirred a sexual arousal in me that I had never before experienced. Ann hadn’t taken it very well, calling me a pathetic pussy tease or something like that. But, I just smiled, nodded, wished her a good night, and returned to my room. Alone. When I returned home to my family, I couldn’t hug and kiss them enough. I think I took them all be surprise at my reaction, but I was honestly the happiest I had been in the longest time. I had long, passionate, tender sex with Mel Saturday and Sunday nights when the children slept. She was pleased with me, and we renewed our vows of love for each other that weekend. I resolved to take more care to prioritize my wife and children, even if I had to work mad hours. I returned to work on Monday, made my reports to the bosses from my two weeks away, caught up on my correspondence and left at a reasonable hour for the first time in months. Mel was again surprised by my early arrival. I joined her at our son’s handball game, seeing him for the first time that season, chatting with other parents, and having a good time with my family. We went out for pizza afterwards. That night, I made love to my wife for the third night in a row; for the first time in over a year, I am sure. “Wow!” She said, wiping the sweat from her brow after our second round of ...