All experiences are different and they teach you in a way or another, given the conditions that you want to be taught by them. Since now, although all my sex stories were of different experiences, they had undertones of similarity like Imtiaz Ali movies. This story is a bit different. This is the experience of one of my beautiful readers who until now was like next door housewife living for her husband. This is the product of her fantasy. I am just using words to describe what she wants. I will introduce her to the story itself. I looked at myself naked in the full-length mirror in my bathroom. There was no mistaking that time and carelessness had stripped me of my best days. I wasn’t the same as I was in my 20s or early 30s. The rest of the matter was settled by the monogamous sexual relationship with my husband. It wasn’t the case that he got bored of me or something. But there was a constant sense of lack. A feeling that whatever I am getting was not enough and something was missing. Something which I cannot put my finger on because I have no idea what it is. This confusion about what is lacking is pushing me more and more and it is corroding my affection towards my husband bit by bit. It’s good that my husband wasn’t a great reader of the face and he still believes that I am happy with him, which is not entirely wrong. But this sense was eating me from inside. And I have no idea what to do. Putting all these thoughts aside, I went to grab my gym back which I joined a couple of days before. I decided to tire myself physically so that I stop overthinking. This might be just my boredom which is making me doubt things. An existential crisis is something that is not so rare. But if I am dead tired and busy with things, probably my mind will not wander much. However, this was not working as much as I like it to. But I decided to give it a shot anyway. If not for mental peace then maybe it will be good for physical appearance. I have always been a bit curvy, no matter how much I diet or try to get rid of it. So I made peace with it and decided to be just a good housewife. However, I never made peace with being lonely and someone who questions. I don’t know where that came from. I picked up my gym bag and left my apartment. It was hard living here for the last couple of days since my husband was out of town for some meetings. As I got down from the lift and walked to the common compound of building, like every day, boys were playing cricket. Suddenly, I saw the ball was in the air and coming towards me. And Rohan, son of Mrs. Arora was running to catch it. His eyes were on the ball and before I could move, he clashed with me to catch the ball! Somehow we both made balance and I told him, “Careful Rohan! People are walking”. “Sorry, Aunty!” He said in his sweet innocent voice. We both smiled and then I moved away. Rohan was son 19 years old son of Mr. and Mrs. Arora. He was always sweet and nice to everyone. But he had mischievous eyes. As if all this innocence was just a veil. Yet he has this aura of innocence and every woman in the colony had a sense of motherly affection towards him. The gym I joined was just minutes away in walking distance from my house. It was a typical high end flashy and expensive gym with the neon sign, glass front, and boasting of all the facilities which a gym could have. It was part of a popular national chain and endorsed by a national sports celebrity. Inside was also flashy with all sorts of instruments and expensive rubber-flooring. The gym ran in two shifts, morning and evening. Mostly I go in the morning since there were fewer people and it was less crowded. However, this morning I felt lazy but somehow I made my mind by the evening to push myself and go there. Like most of the high-end gyms, this one was also unisex. The gym had many trainers and most of them were college-going guys between 20-25 years. Probably these young people cost them less and also looked good comparing middle-aged experienced trainers. Most of these trainers were fitness enthusiasts and working out in their entire shifts. Ripped, muscular, athletic, lean, you name the type of body and one or other trainers will have it. I had a look around the gym and then went to the treadmill for warming up. When I stepped up on that, one trainer came up to me seeing me the first time and started telling me how to go on that and all. Since he was seeing me there for the first time in the evening, he thought I was a new member. Even though I already knew all the things he was telling me, I didn’t stop him and acted to listen to him carefully. He was around 21 years old, some college student. He was not muscular but he had a lean athletic body. Somehow, I was liking the attention I was getting but not in some creepy way. I silently started doing what he was telling me and seeing me doing the exact thing, his professional self got excited. He started me instructing throughout the session. Even though I used to do all this, but doing it with trainer felt different because of all the right postures and his enthusiasm to push me one step out of my comfort zone. At the end of the session, I was sweating a lot but was feeling a lot better. That sweet pain of sore muscles was all over my body. Sweat was running from my neck and running down in my cleavage. Working out someone so young made me feel good about myself. Even though he was giving me attention out of professional courtesy, but it was attention anyway. When you are stuck inside your house for more than a decade, you start questioning yourself and your existence. Are you there only to serve your husband and family? Or you have some other meaning of life too? After a few years, in most of the cases family starts taking you for granted. And you forget your value. Out of love for them, you go on and keep doing things day after day without getting any appreciation. Your husband stops giving attention to you except for birthdays or anniversaries. They forget there are 363 days except these two. So you just want to be looked at after all this. You want someone to see you as a person and understand that you can also need something. You are not only about fulfilling what others want but you also need things which are not only material but deep psychological ones. The need to get noticed. The need to get attention. The need to be cared for. The need to be LOVED!! At the end of the workout, my sports bra and top were soaked in sweat and my spandex track pant was not much better. The microfibre towel I was using has almost reached its soaking capacity and about to give up. I was wiping sweat around my neck and forehead while trying to catch my breath. The trainer was watching me and when I made eye contact, he passed a smile saying, “You did quite good! I hope you will be regular so we can work more together”. It was sort of professional reassurance but I somehow sensed a double meaning dialogue. Without giving much attention I replied, “You made me sweat like a pig. But I am glad you did. And I will try to be as regular as I can to work with you.” Saying this and with a smile, I started walking towards the shower which I needed desperately. I went to my locker and got rid of my sneakers and socks. I let my hair down from the ponytail I was having earlier. I gathered soap and a fresh towel out of the bag and headed for the showers. Since it was a late shower, the room was almost empty, yet I went to one of the private showers with the dressing room and turned on the water heater to get a hot water bath. I slipped my hands into my spandex track pants and slid them down and stepped out of it. My fingers got the bottom of my spandex crop sports bra and lifting my arms, I removed it, revealing my ripe full breasts with dark pink nipples topping each of them. After having a look at my curvy body’s reflection in the mirror, I stepped into the shower, letting the mildly warm water all over my body. My eyes automatically closed once water ran on my body and I started thinking about the words he said. I made myself sure that he was just being nice and it is my dirty mind having all these thoughts. However, I could not shed the young trainer off from my brain. Maybe it was my boring sex life which made me think about this or his young athletic body, I was not sure. But I started feeling a bit sensitive. I gently began to wash my body under running water. Running my hand across my shoulders, and then down my arms letting the shower spray water all over me and then bouncing off my breasts. The water started making my nipples harden from all the thinking and stimulation. I moved my palms under my cushiony breasts feeling the full weight of them and circling around and around them. My fingers were automatically glided across my nipples and I closed my eyes and pulled them a little causing them to stretch with slight sweet pain. They become reddened and hardened like dark red cherry tips on a cushioned fleshy mountain of soft skin of my breasts. My hands reached between my legs and I felt a hint of wetness. My fingers ran along my slit and even though I wanted to stop myself, I could not. I started running it up and down, down and up, again and again. A slight moan passed from my mouth and I felt as if someone burned a heap of coal inside my body. However, I didn’t want to do it and forcefully pushed him out of my thoughts. The sense of morality got me. Even imagining someone sexually besides your husband gives a feeling of guilt, as if I have done some unforgiven sin and I could not look into the eyes of a husband ever again. No matter how much I feel a lack of purpose in my life, I have to be faithful to my husband not only in real life but also in my thoughts. No matter how much it kills me from inside. The shower was running and my whole body was getting wet. My mind was forcing itself to think or not to think about him. In this whole conundrum, I lost my train of thought and devoid of my surroundings. I was blank and in a trance where only you and your thoughts exist without anything of this world. Suddenly, I heard a rush and the opening of the door. Before I could move and see, everything went black. My arms were wrenched behind my back and my body was rammed hard up against shower wall. I was not able to understand what was happening. Someone much stronger than me held me in a chokehold. “Don’t make a scene or you will regret it.” A raspy familiar sound hissed at me. “Ohh okay.” I managed to get that out before his hold choked me out of my breath. A zillion thoughts ran through my mind in a flash of a second. Did I give him some hint? I don’t think I did. Did I do something which made her think I wanted this? I could not remember anything like this. His body was pressing against me in the shower. He then left my left arm and grabbed my waist. “I know you want this too. I have seen you looking at me. I know a wet horny pussy when I look at the face and I am good in my ways around it.” I relaxed a bit hearing his words He let go of my neck and I gasped desperately. He put a zip tie around my wrists and tightened it. I was not expecting him to do this after I agreed with what he wanted. His arm went around and feeling my whole wet body. His hands were roaming all over my back and ass and I can feel his hard grip against my soft flesh. “You are following me correctly. You seem like a quick learner. Now just do as I say.” I was just able to nod my head in acceptance. He pushed me more towards the shower and then locked the shower door. He spread my legs and raised my arms in the air behind my back. He was standing between my legs and made me bend on the wall. “Don’t I love big ass of you married women. You all have so much fire inside yet act high and mighty. I wish you all can act on instinct to have hard wild fucks. Now get ready for what you secretly desire.” How did he know what I wanted? I certainly did not give any sign like that. Or is it every second married woman having this secret desire and I am just many of them? We never know. The only thing I know is that his words were piercing me as if he can see me through and explain my soul. He ripped my underpants open and pulled them down to my ankle. I was fully exposed in front of him. I felt jamming of his whole length in one jerk without any warning, without any warm-up, without any touch or fingers. He was stretching me out. I was afraid that I was going to get sore and he would tear my pussy walls from inside. I was in the utmost shock. However, the biggest shock was yet to come. It turned out I was soaking out and his whole length went inside with just a little effort without much resistance and with sweet pain. This came as a shock to him too. He stopped there and whispered in my ear. “Look Look Look!!! I think you’ll like it. You are soaking wet down here. Are you excited to take my big cock in your beautiful mature pussy? Seems like you haven’t been fucked good after giving birth and already craves for it. Your husband is not giving what you want. Now I am going to give it to you. Now I want you to cum all over my dick”. The young trainer started giving deep and deeper thrusts. My mind wanted to move away but I found my body pushing back and synchronizing with his rhythm. His strokes were getting harder and harder. “Seems like someone is enjoying it too much.” He said while pinching my nipples.My mind was blank. All I could think about his dick going in and out of my soaking wet pussy and his hands on my big soft breasts. I was breathless and trying hard not to moan. “I think you are going to cum, sweetheart. Your body is tightening. You like this young cock in your pussy. Don’t you? Well, you are not the first one. Come on!! Give it to me. Cum all over my dick. I would love that.” I could feel the sensational tingle in my pussy and flutter. I was trying to suppress it. I was trying to clutch my pussy muscles to stop the sensation I was feeling. But I could not stop. It was getting big and bigger. It was building huge and huge. And then I felt it. It hit me hard. I started cumming on the young trainer’s cock and a loud moan passed from my mouth. Waves after waves of orgasms were rolling throughout my body. I haven’t felt this much intensity in ages. I could not remember the last time I moaned so hard. Orgasms were radiating out of my pussy. I was gasping for breath. I might have passed for a couple of seconds because of the huge orgasm and lack of breath. The trainer then started giving fast jerks and then with a loud moan, he started cumming deep inside my pussy. Ohh shit!!!! No No No! He should not cum inside me. But the damage has been done already. After a couple of seconds, he pulled out his limping dick out of my pussy. Then all I could hear was footsteps moving away from me. To be continued. > If want to convey something, be it suggestions, comments, compliments, fantasies, experiences, feel free to write at > ‘[email protected]’. You can ping on Kik by username- ‘tosomeone08’. Hope to get your love like before.
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