Couple gym goals leads to unexpected results

Hello, readers, this is going to be a several-part series with huge twists and turns. If you are not into cuckolding or cheating, you can refrain from reading further.

My name is Anita Sharma, and my boyfriend’s name is Vishal. We had been dating for the last six months, and things were good to begin with. Over the last few weeks, both of us had reached a saturation point, and we decided to rekindle our relationship. That was when we decided to enroll in a gym together. The gym was just a few minutes’ drive from our place and was a new-age facility with a unisex feature.

Before I began dating, I had worked out a little bit. My height is five feet five inches, with a figure of 34D, 30-inch waist, and 36-inch hips. Once the formalities were done, we decided to go gym shopping and start from the next day onwards. Vishal was the typical guy who loved to eat a lot, although he didn’t have a paunch; he was chubby and was starting to look out of place.

The first week went pretty normally, as I had gotten into the groove. It was great sweating it out and working on my body, which was already toned before but needed that extra bit of work to iron out my fat. The problem I had was with the trainer, who was more intent on flirting with me or gawking at me when I was working out.

Vishal decided to call it quits for a few days, citing work pressure, and didn’t accompany me to the gym. I felt a bit weird working out all alone without my boyfriend, and it was stranger because my trainer hadn’t come. After a rigorous session, I sat down, looking at myself in the mirror. There was a lot of work to be done, I told myself, and put on my headphones. Just as I was about to put on my music, I heard a booming voice. “You must be Anita.” I turned around and saw this mountain of a man standing next to me.

“Hi, I am Asif, and I am your new gym trainer. Rakesh has been assigned a new client for the day. Hope you won’t mind me helping you today.” Asif was clearly a veteran, six feet two inches tall, with bulging arms; even the T-shirt he was wearing couldn’t hide his enormous sculpted chest. He had massive and broad shoulders, and for a moment, I couldn’t stop looking. I snapped out of the trance as he cleared his throat and gave me a smile. All I could do was shake his hand and say, “No worries, Asif, I am okay with it.” One thing I noticed was Asif had a strong grip, and a few shakes later, it was over.

The rest of the day went by, and to be honest, Asif knew what he was doing. I felt much better, and he offered to fix me a protein shake. We made it to the stall, and I could see the bulge of his biceps when he was working on the shaker. “So, your boyfriend didn’t come today,” asked Asif, snapping me out yet again from my thoughts. I said, “No, he had to go to Delhi for some work, so I came in alone.”

Asif replied, “Seems you have worked out before as well.” I just nodded as we exchanged smiles before I gulped my drink and told him, “I have seen a lot of fitness videos with women having ripped backs and abs. I wonder if I could ever get the same; also, a bit of a muscled frame won’t be bad.”

Asif replied, “You have the perfect structure; if you show dedication, you can easily gain that in six months. For that, you need to be coached well; let me speak to the management and see if I can take you on board.” True to his word, Asif was quick to talk to the management, and in the course of the next few weeks, we became good friends. Vishal also had rejoined, and he was assigned to my old trainer; Vishal seemed to be getting by as he was put on the weight loss program.

Weeks turned into months, and Asif had helped me develop decent back muscles, and I was starting to get better with my abs. Vishal had to go to the US for two weeks, and those 14 days turned our relationship around. It was the end of June, and the rains in Mumbai were terrible. Not wanting to use it as an excuse, I made it to the gym and saw it empty.

Asif was working out, and he was shirtless. I nearly let out a gasp as I saw his hairy chest in the mirror while he was working on his biceps. This guy is a hulk of a man, I thought, and with every curl, the sweat was dripping from his forehead, and for the first time, I had a funny feeling between my legs.

The entire workout session went by with me trying to steal glances at Asif, who was working out. Over the last few weeks, he had become bolder and began touching me a bit in the pretext of helping me work out. His strong, manly hands did make me feel good and melt. Even in the presence of Vishal, he didn’t stop.

After our workout was done, I made my way out, and there was a gushing rain, and I couldn’t find a cab or rick to take me home. Suddenly, I heard the car horn honk, and it was Asif; he called me closer and asked me to get inside the car. I was hesitant, but considering the situation I was in, I didn’t say no.

The drive home included us talking about our personal lives; I came to know that Asif wasn’t married and was staying two blocks away. With each turn of the steering wheel, I was getting more attracted to his strong body. The close proximity also meant that I was smelling the fresh cologne he had applied after the session. We soon made our way to my apartment complex, and he dropped me near the entrance. His gentlemanly act made me call him for coffee, but he hesitated and insisted on going home. After pleading with him, he finally agreed, and it was already getting dark. As we made our way home, I could see that Asif had drenched his t-shirt while getting out of the car.

“Do you want to take a shower?” I asked him; this was the first time I had some other guy, apart from Vishal, who, after the start of our relationship, had moved in with me. Asif looked at me puzzled and said, “I would love to, but I don’t want to trouble you.” I insisted that it was no trouble, and he could use the bathroom. In the meantime, I fixed some snacks and two hot cups of coffee. It didn’t strike me that Asif was already out and checking out my photos that were on the wall. Once I cleared my throat, Asif came to know about my presence. “Anu, you should try modeling,” I half-blushed at the comment. “With your frame and the way you look now, it would drive guys crazy.”

All it did was make me red, as my cheeks flushed out the smile I was trying to hide. We sat down and began drinking the coffee, and didn’t realize the time flying by. Just then, Asif said, “There is something on your lips.” I tried to figure out, but just couldn’t. “Do you mind?” Before I could reply, Asif pulled his fingers to my lips and did away with the little drop of coffee stuck on my lower lip. The touch sent shockwaves, and Asif didn’t remove his finger; he kept playing with my lips. I was looking into his eyes, and all the teasing and touching in the gym was starting to have its effect. Without my realization, Asif had moved closer to me and was now inches away from my lips.

I could feel his hot breath on my skin, and just then, we shared our first kiss. He began by sucking my lower lip, and soon entered his tongue inside my mouth. Numbed with passion, I returned the kiss with equal measure. I took his bearded face in my hands as we smooched, while my senses had gone for a toss. There was no clarity in my mind, not about Vishal, not about my commitment; all I ever wanted was the kiss to continue because no one had eaten my lips and tongue-tied me like Asif.

Asif pulled me closer to him and soon began to suck my neck and used his lips to suck and nibble my throat. “Mmmmm” was all I moaned, and touched his biceps. In the few months of training I had with Asif, he had done well to make me into a prime fitness model lookalike. Vishal’s biceps were nowhere compared to what this man had. My train of thought was snapped when Asif removed my tank top and slid my bra straps. He gently sucked my shoulder blades and kissed it, and soon made his way down to my boobs. Small beads of sweat were forming on his chest as I gave it a lick and began to take in the musky smell of his chest hair.

It didn’t take long for Asif to lift me and take me to the bedroom; I lifted myself and kissed him flush on his lips as we made our way to the bedroom. The rain had also picked up pace, and it was pelting down with full force. Asif laid me on the bed and began to kiss me again; my hair was all over my face, and he made me get up and removed my tank top and undid my bra and threw it away.

For the first time, he saw my tits, and he licked his lips and began to slowly suck on it. His tongue was expertly twirling around my nipples, making me wetter by the minute. While doing so, he had unbuckled his own jeans and undressed himself. To have a naked man who was hot as Asif became too much for me. All I could say was, “Don’t tease me anymore.” Asif lifted his head and said, “Haven’t even started,” and smiled.

Without skipping a beat, I said, “We will have more such chances and opportunities, but now, please don’t tease me.” He asked, “Anu, what do you want.” Looking with puppy eyes, I said, “You, Asif, I want you.” He moved behind, and for the first time, I nearly shouted. His dick was at least 8 inches, and it was damn thick and circumcised. He saw what I was looking at and asked, “If you want this, you got to ask me nicely.” My reply was, “Please, Asif, give me that long meat of yours.” He wasn’t happy with it; “Say it properly, Anu.”

Irritated, I yelled, “Asif, I want you, your big, fucking circumcised dick in my holes.” Asif let his dick free, as I crawled like a bitch and went to him. Bringing my tongue out, I licked the entire shaft from base to top. There was something about his circumcised dick head that made me crazy; pulling my tongue out, Asif felt me lick his pee hole and all across his big mushroom head. Using my tongue to lick his lower part of the dick, I went and also sucked his balls.

The slurping noises were getting louder as the rains pounded the windows, and a strong gush of wind blowing seemed to add to the excitement. Just then, Asif caressed my hair and looked down at me and fed his dick. He first smashed my lips with his long and fat cock before making me eat it. Once it was in, it was difficult for me to take in fully. Sensing that, Asif began to slowly move his hips and began mouth-fucking me. Slowly, my mouth opened up, and there was no difficulty for me, but there was no way I could deepthroat this monster.

I kept my hands on his tree-trunk-like thighs and began to feel his body, at the same time sucking his dick. Without warning, he pulled his dick out and told me to lay down. Once I laid down, Asif laid down between my legs and spread it apart, giving him a full view of my wet pussy. His tongue moved all over my pussy lips to and fro and in circular motion.

Once he was satisfied with the wetness, he put his tongue inside and began to eat me out. All I could do was hold his head and caress him and push him deeper inside. These sensations were new to me, and I couldn’t let go. With my eyes closed, the joy of being eaten out was new; Vishal had never done this to me, and somehow, he didn’t like it.

My pussy was ready to gush out my first orgasm till Asif pulled out his tongue. “Anu, don’t cum just yet, not until I do this.” Asif slapped his dick on my pussy lips a few times and looked at me, asked, “Ready?” With a nod and a smile from my side, Asif put his shaft inside, and there was a huge scream from my mouth, rising from the insides. It was like a hot knife on delicate soft butter, and he wasn’t even in fully. With each push, his dick was making its way inside my pussy.

Soon, Asif began to move in and out, and with each push, I was purring like a cat. Asif laid over me, and I took his face in my hands and began to kiss him. Digging my lips inside his mouth, I slowly made my way to his chest, as I licked the hairy chest and gave it a few bites. Asif had started to fuck me harder, and I was lost, and my hands went around his back to his ass and pulled it deeper inside.

The bed was rocking and creaking, and sensations that had never been felt with Vishal swept over me. It seemed as if Asif wasn’t going to get tired, as he kept pumping his dick inside me. He was looking into my eyes and pounding me deeper, as I looked at his eyes and lost my sense.

The rain was starting to subside, and by that time, my body had reached three huge orgasms. Asif began to pound me faster and told me, “I am cumming.” Sensing he wasn’t wearing any condom, I asked him to pull out. He did it in just the right time, as the huge blob of cum hit my jaw, and then my chest. The other droplets fell on my stomach, and Asif collapsed beside me.

I winked and smiled at him, used my fingers to take his cum, and taste it. My pussy had a puffy look to it and was stretched wide open. There was silence in the room, as guilt swept over me, and tears began rolling.

Asif, for the first time, asserted his dominance and said, with his manly voice, “Anu, don’t cry. What happened was natural; it was nature’s course taking its natural self. The strong alpha male taking his mating partner and marking his territory.”

As I laid naked on his chest, all my mind could think was, what was next? How will I face Vishal? And what about our relationship?

Before any of those questions could be answered, Asif’s dick was snaking towards my mouth once again. “It’s going to be a long night” was the thought in my mind, as my lips made contact with the sexy shaft.

Part two will be up soon; if you like the story, please leave a comment below.