Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Wife's Trainer 1

One afternoon my wife Amy came home from work angry and near tears. Without speaking she got a garbage bag out and started to throw all the junk food in the house away. As she worked I noticed the huge tear in the back of her pants. When she was done she sat down at the table and started to cry some more. I asked her what was wrong.

"I was at work and I dropped my pen and when I bent down to get it my pants ripped, and..." she hesitated, "I farted." I wanted to laugh but I knew not to. My wife had gained about sixty pounds since we got married five years ago. She tried weight loss programs and they worked for a while but then as soon as she was off of them she gained back most of the weight, and then some.

This time she was serious though. She went back to the diet center and made terrific progress, losing the first fifty pounds in six months, but the last ten pounds would not budge. Rather than give up she asked me if we could afford a personal trainer, I told her how could we not afford one.

Pretty soon she not only made her goal but she was in better shape than when I first met her. One day I went to the park to meet her and I saw she was in a group of women working out. The trainer, Vincent, was helping her do some stretching. His powerful hands were wrapped around her calves as he pushed her knees towards her chest. I don't know why, but that image stood in my head, it bothered me, maybe it was because another man was touching my sweaty hot wife, or maybe because he was black, I did not know.

I went over to them and shook his hand, he seemed like a nice guy, he even offered me a discount rate if I were to join his group.

To celebrate my wife's weight loss and new figure we went shopping at the mall for some new outfits for her. As my wife tried on some of the outfits I could not help but notice how sexy she looked. I also treated her to a makeover at the local beauty spa.

She decided to wear one of the outfits she had bought out, a form fitting blue dress, She changed in the spa's bathroom, When we went out through the mall to our car I noticed a lot of guys giving her looks and staring at her. She noticed that I noticed and I told her to relax that she had earned it.

That night after dinner I thought about my wife, and the trainer, and her sexy new look. I realized more men would be paying attention to her than ever and would have to live with it, men like her trainer. The thought of him touching her would not leave my mind.

The image flashed into my mind of her kissing him. To my shame I found myself both angry and somehow aroused at the same time. I tried to put it all out of my head, but the thoughts came back, and the more I tried to suppress them the stronger they returned. It was like I was daring myself to think of more and more forbidden things.

When she was out one day I was on the computer and one of the porn sites I was looking at had some interracial porn. Based on my disturbing thoughts I clicked on it but found it quite boring. It was the pro stuff, the actresses looked so blasé about it all; almost bored. Before I clicked away from the site I saw one other video and clicked on it. The wife had her hair pulled up in a ponytail and was wearing a black nightgown. Her, husband was standing on the side of the bed while she sucked on a black man's huge cock. These people looked not like porn stars but like real people.

The scene shifted and the woman was being pounded by this guy with her husband watching and coaching her in what to do. The lighting and camera work while clear were not up to professional standards; clearly this was an actual amateur film. If real people did this, could my wife possibly do the same thing?

my wife with another man, especially the taboo thought of my wife with a black one began to excite me again. I pictured my wife in the place of the woman in

a risk that something could happen. But turning back to the video and watching the woman repeatedly say "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as her husband looked at her reaching heights of pleasure that he might

to broach the subject became the question that needed to

morning session with my wife, powered by my hidden fantasies, I asked her

a regular harem,"

married." I learned two things in that moment. Since I saw nothing but white women in that group Vincent did not mind having interracial sex, and that the

not try anything on you, did

think he flirted once but when he saw I was not really interested he moved

told her I

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wondering how to make this whole thing move forward when an opportunity came my way. My wife was suddenly called in to work one morning

to do it then or it would never happen. Nervous I went out to the park and waited until Vincent was done with the class. There were two women who seemed a bit miffed that I was taking up their time with him but I think

could not make it down here; you know work and all." I said handing him

come up. We walked back towards the parking lot as I

have to thank you, ever since Amy has been going to your personal training sessions she has had more energy than ever. And our... our sex life has been

chuckled telling me

thing is sometimes I think she needs a bit

"Like what?"

and help out. Help her out."

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