My weed dealer, Smokey, told me about the upmarket gym that had recently opened in a luxurious building. Initially, I thought he was joking. His scrawny arms wouldn’t fool anyone into believing that he lifted weights.
I wondered why he spoke about this gym. I thought that he had clients there, but that didn’t make sense because most gym members follow a healthy lifestyle.
Then he mentioned banging a hot married woman. I chuckled. Which married woman would risk her marriage on a below-average-looking guy? That seemed difficult to believe, but he remained steadfast about the events that occurred, leading him to bed a woman.
He said that the gym had a fruit bar, a lounge section and encouraged members to interact during workouts and form friendships. Their trainers assisted any member with proper technique and rotated members within each training session, enabling them to meet each other.
Smokey said that it was through the rotational training with a PT that he met Janet. He saw that she flirted with the PT, but he didn’t have time to train her one-on-one. That’s when Smokey swooped in and introduced himself.
She said that she was overtly horny and welcoming of his suggestions—escorting her to her car and then taking her out for drinks immediately after the gym. He said that she accepted his invitation to accompany him to his place after the drinks.
Smokey had negative traits, but he wasn’t a liar. For the last two years that I knew him, he never bragged once about sleeping with a hot woman. Maybe he was telling the truth.
He told me the name of the gym, and I looked them up online. I called them and asked for the gym fee, and they told me that I had to book an appointment with a consultant to tour the gym, and he would inform me of anything I wanted to know. That made me believe the fees were astronomical.
During the tour, the consultant kept emphasising that they offered exclusivity, luxury and intimacy. He didn’t specify how they offered intimacy, but I gleaned that they encouraged member interactions.
The gym offered free bed tanning, massages, fruit juices and top-of-the-range equipment. I saw several hotties training with PTs, making Smokey’s story more believable.
“With all the amenities, the perks and unlimited use of the gym, the membership is $1,500 monthly,” said the consultant.
What did he just say? A $1,500 for a gym membership? I tried my best to keep a poker face. Reacting in a way to suggest that the fees were absurd would make me seem economically undeserving of being a member.
Several responses rushed through my mind, and I tried to pick the best one while the consultant stared at me.
“Do you accept credit cards?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“Let me do a one-month membership, and then I’ll extend it after I feel that I’m at home.”
He smiled and said, “No problem.”
I gave him my card and told him to process the payment on a 6-month budget. He glanced at me before swiping the card. Thank God that it went through.
If I didn’t get laid after paying $1,500 with 20% interest, I would never buy weed from Smokey again.
That night, I packed my kit bag and headed to the gym. My intention was to use the gym twice a day to increase my chances of getting laid.
I walked into the gym and saw lots of guys. A few hotties were scattered around the gym, but most of them were with trainers or male members. Two MILFs smiled at me as I walked past them. Both of them were with trainers, but they seemed friendly. Had they been alone, I definitely would’ve approached them.
Smokey was right about the horny, hot female members, but I had to increase my chances of meeting them. I knew that the best time to meet them was during the day when the male members were at work and so were the MILFs’ husbands.
The following morning, I went to the gym at ten o’clock. I was glad to see that there were more female than male members. Several women joined the group training with the rotational trainer, probably trying their luck with him.
I asked the trainer if I could join the group, and he smiled and extended his arm. “I’m Matt. Welcome.”
“I’m Joe.”
“What are you looking to improve?”
“My stamina.”
“Cool. I’ve got the perfect exercises for you. I can actually pair you up with Mia. Her goal is the same as yours.”
What was that? To get laid? “Okay, cool. Who’s Mia?”
“Let me introduce you.”
He escorted me to a woman in a pink tank top and matching cycling shorts doing jumping jacks. I immediately pictured banging her in doggy style. She had a meaty ass that curved perfectly, and her muscular, tanned legs got me hard. I wanted to kneel in front of her and run my hands up her legs, then part her ass cheeks and lick her pussy.
Mia smiled as she stuck out her hand. I noticed a ring on her finger.
“Mia, this is Joe. He also wants to increase his stamina, so you guys can train together,” said Matt.
“Awesome. Welcome, Joe.”
I loved the friendly vibe at the gym. It made the exorbitant gym fee somewhat worth it. Banging Mia would make the fee completely worth it.
Matt said that he would check in with us in a few minutes before walking away.
“How long have you been a member?” asked Mia.
“I started yesterday.”
“Oh, so that’s why I haven’t seen you around.”
I smiled, glad that she would’ve noticed me had she seen me before. That was already a step in the right direction.
Mia showed me the exercises that she did, and I used every opportunity to peek at her ass. I pictured her screaming as I banged her from behind, and she begged me to give it to her harder.
She sprinted on the spot, and her tits bounced. I thought about lying on the bed, her jumping on me as her tits wobbled. Cumming inside her would’ve felt amazing. I wouldn’t need to worry about impregnating her because she looked like she was over forty. Surely women in their forties couldn’t get pregnant?
Matt asked, holding a thumbs-up sign, “You guys okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just showing Joe the most effective exercises, and it seems like he’s enjoying himself.”
Matt sneered. I wondered what she meant by that. Did she notice me gawking at her? She must’ve. Maybe she said that because she liked my admiration of her and wanted me to make a move. I doubted that she was creeped out by it.
We continued to train, and I focused on the exercises, not daring to let my eyes dart over Mia’s body. I maintained strong eye contact and avoided facial expressions that suggested I was interested in her. The last thing I needed was for her to report me to the manager for being a pervert. If I couldn’t bang her, I wanted an opportunity with other MILFs. I doubted that the gym issued refunds, and I definitely wanted to get my money’s worth.
The session ended. Mia asked me what time I would train tomorrow, and I told her that I liked the ten o’clock slot. She smiled broadly and said that she would see me then. She kept talking about exercising as we walked, and I ended up escorting her to her car.
I opened her door, and she said, “Oh, my. Looks like I’ve got a gentleman on my hands.”
We smiled, and she hugged me. I placed my hand on her lower back, feeling her tight body. I could only imagine how it would feel to have her legs wrapped around me as she bounced on my dick.
At home, I thought about not making a move on Mia or any other married woman. I considered bedding only a single woman from the gym, but my odds of meeting her seemed unlikely. They exercised with trainers or their boyfriends. Only a few young women trained alone, and they seemed standoffish.
The mature women were friendly and open to my charms. I definitely stood a better chance with them, and I believed that they would rock my world in bed because of their experience.
If my membership was longer than a month, then I could risk my time by chasing after single women. But I had a time constraint, so I had to opt for the option that would most likely produce the desired result.
The following day, after finishing my session with Mia, I walked her to her car again.
“What do you do after training?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I go to an empty place and look for stuff to do around the house.”
“Sounds like that can get a bit boring?”
“A bit? More like, a lot.”
“You wanna go for coffee? If you’ve got time.”
“Yeah, sure. Sounds good.”
It seemed that Smokey told the truth. I could learn from him because he made a move faster than me. But as long as I reached the same result, that’s all that mattered.
At the coffee shop, Mia spoke about being lonely and bored and seeking refuge from them at the gym. She also spoke about her husband’s young secretary and believed that something was going on between them. I was glad to hear that because her husband’s cheating would make me feel less guilty about cheating with his wife. In fact, he would get what he deserved if I boinked Mia. As far as I was concerned, she was fair game because he cheated. If he didn’t respect his marriage, then why should I?
Standing beside Mia’s car, I asked her, “You going to your lonely home now?”
She pursed her lips. “Unfortunately.”
“If you want, maybe we can hang out at your place?” I felt a lump form in my throat. She would embrace my suggestion or feel awkward and never want to train with me again.
She raised her eyebrows and smiled. “You wanna come over?”
“Sure.”
“Great.”
I followed her car. We entered a gated community, and she told the security guard that I was her visitor. Damn it. They had surveillance footage of me entering the estate. I was certain that they were used to seeing men visit the resident wives. I doubted that they told the husbands about the visitations. At least, that’s what I hoped for.
I wondered if Mia’s house had surveillance cameras. It probably did, but I was certain that she would erase the footage after I left.
She opened a wooden door carved out in blocks with two small mermaids leaning towards each other, their hands meeting as they stretched their arms above their heads. The detail on the door fascinated me, making me believe that the carpenter spent a lot of time on it. I wondered how much it cost.
As I entered, I looked up at the two staircases on both sides of the walls, leading to a massive diamond chandelier, which looked like it cost a fortune.
“Welcome,” said Mia.
I stepped forward and looked left in the mirror with a golden frame. I had never seen glass that clean. The floor sparkled, and I couldn’t detect a speck of dust. Her domestic servant did an amazing job.
We walked past the lounge and out into the deck area, overlooking the crystal blue pool. The grass was so green that one would mistake it for being artificial. The barbecue grill had numerous knobs, cabinets and multiple layers to grill. It looked more expensive than my car.
Mia had everything she needed to enjoy an opulent lifestyle. I wondered what was missing in her life. Oh, yeah: dick.
The husband’s secretary must be really hot for him to neglect Mia.
She offered me a lemonade and told me to sit in the lounge. After handing it to me, she sat beside me and faced her knees towards me. I knew it was on like Donkey Kong.
We smiled at each other, and my heartbeat gained momentum. I was horny and slightly anxious. Perhaps, subconsciously, I thought that her husband would walk in on us.
I put my hand on Mia’s leg while looking at her, and she held eye contact with me while smiling. The blood rushing to my dick propelled me to lean in and crash my lips into her. Our tongues swirled around each other, and I got really hard. I couldn’t wait to give it to her.
I scooped her off the couch and carried her up the stairs. She pointed to a door, and I presumed it was the master bedroom.
We stepped inside, and I stood in front of a bed covered with silk sheets and wide enough to accommodate three people.
Mia screeched as I flung her onto the bed.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed and then pulled off her cycling shorts. She smiled while I stared at her pink G-string. I thought about licking her pussy, but I had an overwhelming desire to stick my dick into her and bang her so hard until she passed out.
She opened her legs, and I smiled at her while sliding my dick into her pussy. She was a bit loose, making me believe that she had been around a few blocks, possibly before marriage.
I thrust fast, and she arched her back and craned her head back, eyes shut. Moments later, she opened her mouth broadly and groaned. I assumed that the pleasure had culminated inside of her, burning her chest and forcing her to release it.
I pounded her for several minutes at an aggressive pace, and her face had flushed. She looked like she suppressed an orgasm so that it could build up to the point of her losing control of it and it bursting out of her flaming chest.
She clenched the sheets and raised her head off the bed before screaming and squeezing her eyes shut. I pulled my dick out and tapped it on her clitoris. Mia pressed her forearms on the bed and raised her back off the bed slightly, then squirted.
Her shoulders trembled as fluid shot out of her. Mia’s facial expression, during the release of the pleasure, made me believe that she hadn’t been intimate for some time. I briefly felt bad for her, but that feeling vanished quickly after realising that a hot woman like her could get laid whenever she wanted. Was I wrong about her being sexless for a prolonged period? Maybe she waited for her husband to bang her, but her wish didn’t come true so she sought dick elsewhere.
Mia got on her hands and knees. I grabbed her small waist and penetrated. She seemed looser from behind. Maybe it’s because fluid had gushed out of her a few moments earlier.
I enjoyed giving it to her from behind, but I was on the alert whenever I heard a dog bark or a male voice. I thought that her husband had arrived home. The possibility of being exposed to that danger didn’t make the sex hotter. I wasn’t certain why some women enjoyed sex more because they could be caught in the act. Maybe they were cruel and massive sluts.
Feeling that danger could present itself at any moment delayed my ejaculation. But that gave me time to consider if I should cum inside Mia or on her back.
I felt a sense of urgency to cum so that we didn’t get caught. I ramped up the penetration, and I felt my load bubbling up, ready to burst.
A door creaked, and I froze. “What the hell was that?” I asked, looking into the hallway.
“What?”
“That noise. Is your husband home?”
“No, just carry on.”
I kept looking at the hallway, waiting for someone to appear. Thank God nobody did.
I carried on banging Mia, feeling even more alert. My load was ready to flow. I tensed up as I pulled my dick out and came on her back.
As I released the last bit of my cum, my shoulders lowered, and my face relaxed. I felt relieved that I had accomplished my objective without being in danger.
Mia told me to wipe the cum off her back with a towel in the bathroom. I thought it was strange that she didn’t mind having my cum on the towel that her husband would use to wipe his face. She said that it needed to be washed, but I didn’t want to use it. I tore off toilet paper from the roll and wiped her back.
She walked me out to my car, hugged me and told me that we should meet up again. I was glad that she enjoyed the sex, but if we had it again, it would be at my place. I didn’t want any potential danger lurking. That affected my performance, and I could’ve lasted longer and given it to her even harder.
On my way home, my phone beeped. Mia’s message read, ‘Thanks again for the fun. Hopefully we can do it again soon.’
Wow. I felt that she really enjoyed the sex and couldn’t wait to have my dick inside of her again. That boosted my ego, and thinking about being with her again made me hard. I considered setting it up for the following day, but I didn’t want to rush it. Making Mia wait for sex with me would augment her pleasure more.
I decided to wait two days before contacting her, starving her of my dick. Then, I’d let her feast. I didn’t doubt that she would gorge on it, and I would love every second of her enjoying my bone. Thinking about it made me rush to the bathroom to jerk off.
The following day, Mia messaged me and told me that she was alone. I knew that was an invitation for me to visit her. I told her that I was busy, and she replied with a sad-face emoji.
The day after that, she messaged me again, asking if I had plans. I replied that I had work and could see her the next day. She replied with a smiley-face emoji. If I delayed our intimacy any longer, I feared she might seek dick elsewhere.
I told her to come to my place, but she insisted that I go to hers. She said she felt more comfortable in a spacious environment. I figured she gleaned from my car that my home wasn’t as lavish as hers.
I agreed, but I also decided that she would, eventually, have to come to my place for sex. My dream was to brag to my friends about banging a hot chick at my place.
Mia answered her door, wearing a red bikini and sunglasses. Her tanned figure matched the colour of the bikini and got me hard. I couldn’t wait to get her naked and bang brains out.
She escorted me to the pool and told me that she would return.
I admired the flowers in front of the white wall, surrounding the garden. Thinking about how much Mia’s husband achieved made me envious of him and made me realise why he had a hot wife and also banged his secretary. If I had earned as much money as he did, I’d also want to bang all the women that I wanted.
Thinking about everything that he offered to Mia and the way she repaid him made me feel slightly sorry for him. So what if he was banging another woman? He came home to her and probably gave her sex sometimes. She should’ve been grateful for the lifestyle that he provided for her and not sought revenge against him for cheating on her. He had a younger woman in his life. But where would she find another millionaire at her age if he left her? She was well over the forty hill and headed into old age, as far as men’s standards were concerned, for finding a mate.
Mia came out into the garden and handed me a glass of champagne.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“We’re celebrating new beginnings.”
“Oh, okay.”
I didn’t want to ask what she referred to because I had a pretty good idea. Our glasses clinked while we smiled at each other. Although I was infatuated with Mia’s beauty, I couldn’t stop thinking about her selfishness.
After I drank the glass, Mia offered me more. I declined, and she grabbed my hand and escorted me to her bedroom.
She sat on the bed, unzipped my pants and stroked my dick a few times. She smiled awkwardly, noticing that I didn’t get hard.
“You okay?” she asked.
I looked at her bed and then outside the window that led to a massive balcony. She had everything and was still unsatisfied. The nerve of her.
“You know what, Mia, I can’t do this anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
I thought about expressing my feelings, but I didn’t want to lecture her. I wasn’t an angel either, and I figured that the best course of action was to leave and learn from the experience. Getting involved with a woman like Mia was a mistake. If her rich husband couldn’t make her happy, then who could?
“I have to go,” I said.
She frowned as I zipped my pants up. I was certain that she wasn’t used to rejection, especially when she offered sex.
On my way out, I saw a picture of her husband and her on a wooden table under another gold-framed mirror. The carved out letters stated, ‘Abe and Mia forever’.
While driving home, I considered contacting Abe and telling her what Mia and I had done. He deserved to know. I knew that she would replace me with another lover, and it wasn’t fair to Abe to fund her lifestyle while being screwed over. If she wasn’t happy in her marriage, then she could divorce him. But I doubted that she would do that because she wanted her cake and to eat it, too.
At the gym, the following day, I asked Matt for Mia’s surname and then searched online for Abe Strauss. He was the owner of a legal firm that employed more than a hundred people. While he provided an income for those people, which helped them to feed their families, Mia sucked another man’s dick.
I privatised my number and called his secretary. Her sultry voice hinted at her youth and attractiveness. I got horny by listening to her voice, so I couldn’t blame Abe for banging her, considering he was around her all the time. The temptations must’ve been irresistible.
She told me that he was in a meeting and he would call me back if I left my number. I said that I’d call again.
The following day, I called his office again. The secretary put me through to him when I told her that it concerned his wife.
“Abe Strauss speaking.”
“Mr Strauss, I’m not going to tell you my name because it’s not important. But I will tell you that I apologise for what I did and I hope that my confession will serve as motivation for you to find it in your heart to forgive me.”
I told him every detail about how I met his wife and what happened thereafter, leaving out only the sexual details. He appreciated that I felt guilty about what I had done and my desire to inform him of his wife’s actions because I believed that he deserved to know.
He told me that he would take care of the situation with Mia and thanked me for the confession.
I had another two weeks remaining of my gym membership, but I never returned there again. Also, I promised myself that I would never get involved with another married woman ever again.