Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Wife's Trainer 2

Within a minute or so another guy came sauntering up to her and began to dance with her. She gave me a look as if she was requesting my permission. I nodded my consent. I think she was going to sit down but then the other song came on and she continued to dance, a bit more self-assured this time.

When the song was over she came back to me at the table feeling again a bit self-conscious. We went home together she was horny but I summoned up all my will power not to touch her pretending to go to sleep. After she went to sleep frustrated I got up and jerked off in the bathroom, all the while guiltily thinking of her with her black lover to be.

"It must be working," Vincent said, "I have never seen her work out so hard. She must be really frustrated. Are you still sure about this?"

As I glanced at my wife's tight ass doing calisthenics I told him I was.

"Well you know I could stop by tonight under some bullshit pretense and fuck her in front of you. Or I could take the time and totally turn her out. You would not be able to watch the first few times, though I could tape it for you to watch later. It is up to you."

As I watched my wife I wondered what I should do. I was close to my goal. But the thought of her being totally corrupted, to become a thorough slave to her black lover excited me even more. I told him I would do it the second way. He knew from past conversations that I was going out of town on business. He said that would be the time.

Despite our apparent lack of a sex life my wife kissed me goodbye at the airport.

A day or so later I got an email from Vincent telling me he was meeting my wife for dinner. Part of me could not wait to see what was going to happen, while the more rational part thought I should get on the next plane and come home and stop it.

I did not hear anything for the next day or so, then an express package was left at the front desk. I saw Vincent's name on the box and knew to open it upstairs. In my room with trembling hands I ripped the express envelop open, in the package was a DVD and a black lacy pair of crotchless panties. I recognized it as one of the new sexy ones my wife bought when we were out. They were stiff and then I realized to my horror and delight she had been fucked wearing them. I had a meeting to go to but my mind kept lapsing back to the DVD in the room. I could not get it out of my mind. Finally late at night I went back to the room and after texting my wife goodnight I placed the DVD in the player. After some static I saw Vincent, "Hi! Look she is coming over in a few minutes, I am going to cut out some of the boring shit! Just remember this is what you wanted."

My wife in the next scene was in the living room. She said she felt funny being over at another man's house by herself. He laughed saying that he was not just another man, he was her trainer. They both laughed. He said that they had to wait a moment as he was expecting an important call and offered her a glass of wine.

later as they were both sitting on the couch

did not know what was up with me,

said maybe the change had been too much for me. She asked what change and he told her the new body, clothes, the new attitude might have intimidated me. "Some men are like

long I can hold out!" my wife

okay, then he said maybe he could

harden. She got nervous and looked like she was going to say something and then Vincent kissed her. She looked surprised for a moment then started to kiss

so, my wife was pressing against him now. Then she stopped and said that maybe she should

your husband has not been living up to his part of

She nodded.

you," he said as he took her hand and put it on top of his enormous bulge. He held it there for a moment then her hand squeezed his cock as a look of lust washed over

said as she looked at his huge

her head. She encircled him with her hand, the hand with the wedding ring on it and started to slide it up and down. I stopped the DVD to undress. I could not believe my wife was doing this. There was still that small

and wrapped them around my cock as I jerked off watching my wife's

the t-shirt she was wearing. They kissed again. He reached down and slid it off over her head revealing her tight little body, the body I had paid him to help her gain. He

into her palm and then continued to jerk him

off his sneakers followed by his socks. My wife got up and said "Maybe we..." and he cut her off my kissing her, pulling her in close to him so her tits pressed against his chest. Her hands darted out and undid his pants the rest of the way. He let them drop down to the floor as

my husband..." she tried to say to rationalize to herself what was happening as his hands unsnapped her jeans

down also and started to finger

knees in front of him obediently sucking on his massive cock, her lips wrapped around it in nearly an airtight seal. His hands were squeezing her tits as she serviced him. But that was not enough for him, he told her to rub her