25 Sep 2019
Getting to know a married woman from the gym
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When I was at school, I was a keen swimmer. I was good enough to represent my county in the 100m freestyle but sadly it never got better than that. One benefit of this was being in regular contact with girls my own age who were in very slim and often keen to indulge in some fun on the coach back from competitions.
However this isn’t about teenage fumblings with a member of the relay team.
After leaving university I got a regular job in a bank in Birmingham. I was commuting by train every day. Usual story with my personal life. Met a girl, fell in love, married and tried to start a family. Sadly it wasn’t to be and after years of IVF we split. We talked about adopting but she wasn’t keen.
By this time I was in my mid thirties and horribly out of shape. Facing a life alone, I decided to get myself back into shape. Over the next year I got back into the rhythm of working out and training. It took a little longer than I had hoped but two years on I was in good shape.
I got back on the dating scene but I just couldn’t find the spark with that special woman. Don’t get me wrong I had my fair share of action but nothing lasted.
I moved to a new job in a new area. I joined a local gym with a pool to keep myself in shape. There were some very sexy women who were members but most of them were all about taking photos for Instagram rather than working out.
I’ll be honest, I didn’t go to the gym to hook up. I went to get fit.
However, one day a woman in the pool caught my eye. I was swimming lengths as normal when I caught a glimpse of a lovely athletic woman in a swimsuit walking to the edge of the pool. She slipped into the pool and into the lane I was in.
She wasn’t the fastest swimmer but it took a few lengths to catch her. As I swam behind her it gave me an opportunity to admire her athletic figure. As we reached the end of the pool I swam a bit too close and tapped the sole of her feet.
At the next turnaround I apologised and I was pleased to see that she was very easy on the eye. The catch and pass continued for the next half an hour and we smiled at each other. Eventually I finished my set and headed for the jacuzzi.
Luckily the jacuzzi was empty and I lay back and chilled for a few minutes. I was just about to get out when my new friend was about to get in. I had already stood up so I thought it would be a bit creepy to sit down and stay.
We smiled at each other again and I cursed my poor timing.
So I got changed and headed home stopping at the petrol station and supermarket. Absentmindedly I pushed the trolley up and down the aisles until I was woken from my daydream by a woman’s voice.
“We have to stop meeting like this” it said as I turned to see who it was.
It was my swimmer friend from the gym and this time I got a chance to see her in normal clothes. So this well toned brunette introduced herself as Marieanne. She said she was impressed with my speed in the pool and I told her I used to swim as a teen.
She said she did the same but she had gone to a higher level. She missed out on trials for the national squad by a millisecond. We chatted for a while and she commented that this was the first time she had seen me.
We really seemed to hit it off. I glanced down at her left hand and I saw a wedding ring. I felt deflated but I needn't have been concerned. She very boldly asked if I’d like to meet for a coffee some time. I didn’t need to think twice so we exchanged numbers and agreed to meet on Friday morning.
I decided to take the day off work citing an unexpected dental appointment. I was nervous as I walked up to the coffee shop that friday morning. Much to my delight she was waiting outside.
We went inside ordered and found a quiet spot to chat. She looked very lovely in s simple black dress with buttons up the front. She wore a pair of black knee length boots. We chatted and laughed and got to know each other. She admitted she was married and she didn’t really know what she was doing there.
I assured her we were just chatting and this seemed to relax her. Every so often she would “accidentally” brush her foot along my lower leg. It began to happen to often for it to be an accident. I thought what the hell and asked if she wanted to come back to mine.
I expected a polite decline. I got an emphatic “Yes!” We got up and headed to where my car was parked.I calmly drove home with this gorgeous brunette woman in the passenger seat. I was struck by her beauty and hoped she wouldn’t change her mind. I am two years older than her so it was very much an equal match.
We arrived at my house and I hurriedly opened the door and let her in. the door had barely closed when we embraced and kissed passionately. My hands all over her back and ass. Pulling her close to my already hard cock. I kissed her neck and she cooed excitedly. I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs to my bedroom.
She walked to the bed and began to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. I was not disappointed. Underneath she wore a matching pink silk and black lace set which looked amazing on her. I walked towards her kissed her and slipped my hands inside her dress.
We kissed passionately for what seemed like forever. We became engrossed in each other. I felt her loosen my belt and undo my trousers. She broke off from our embrace and sank to her knees in front of me. She slipped my cock free from my underwear and started to gently kiss, suck and lick it.
I groaned as her lips worked their way up and down my shaft. After a few minutes she stopped, stood up and lay back on the bed. I positioned myself between her legs and pulled her knickers down. I eagerly started to lick her hot wet pussy, my tongue darting deep into her hole. She gave off a cry of joy as I pulled her closer to my lips.
She pushed herself into my lips and really began to grind my face as I licked and kissed her delicate vagina. I was struggling to hold myself back so I was ecstatic when she begged me to fuck her. I stood up and reached for the draw of my bedside table in order to retrieve a condom. I unwrapped it an I was about to slide it over my cock when she said “You don’t need to do that.”
I paused for a second and asked “Are you sure?” She sat up and gently grasped my cock with her left hand. The wedding ring brushing against it. She pulled it towards her pussy. I slowly pushed the tip into her and suddenly it slipped all the way in. We kissed as I pushed my cock as far in her as it would go.
We kissed as we gently fucked her hands pulled my shirt over my head. My chest rubbed against her silk and lace bra. It felt so good. Our kissing became more passionate as our tongues explored each others mouths. I began to fuck faster and harder. She reacted to this by pushing herself up to meet me. We moved as one. Our passion for each other translated into raw hard sex.
The quicker and harder I fucked her the louder she became.
We didn’t care.
I placed my hand at the base of her back and lifted her back. She responded by giving out a loud cry. We must have been fucking for at least ten minutes when she started to lose control. Her moans became louder and harder. I knew what that meant. I was struggling to hold back and I knew if she came I would too.
“Oh god I ‘m cumming!” I cried.
“So am I!” She replied.
We worked together to build into a crescendo as we came almost at the same time with her reaching climax slightly before I filled her with my seed.
For about 30 seconds we held onto the moment. I slowly pulled my now softer cock out of her.
We lay side by side as we caught our breath.
“I am sorry I came inside you,” I said sheepishly.
“It’s what I wanted,” she replied.
I rolled onto my side and held her softly in my arms. We kissed gently and into a post coital slumber.
I don’t know how long we snoozed for but she kissed me gently and whispered “I have to go. Sorry.”
She stood up and walked to the bathroom. I dressed feeling a little shell shocked from the speed at which things had happened. She returned to the bedroom fully clothed and looking as lovely as she had when I first saw her today.
I took her back to where her car was. Before she got out of the car she kissed me and said “We will have to do this again. Maybe more.”
We have continued to see each other at the gym and regularly meet for coffee.
And you know what happens after that.