“Thank you, Mr. Davila,” the person at the counter said as Mo scanned his phone. I finally knew his last name. Mo Davila.
“Welcome to Body World,” the young man said. “Your name, Miss?” they asked me.
“Julie Rosario,” I said, showing him my ID.
“Welcome to our club.”
“Come on Juliette,” Mo said to me.
“It’s just Julie,” I said.
“You should keep Juliette,” Mo said, “it’s prettier.”
I didn’t know where that was coming from. Prettier? Did that mean I wasn't as pretty as I could be? Was he just being sweet? Flirtatious? A know-it-all prick? I couldn’t tell. I was still so bad at reading people, especially him.
“Can’t believe you’re 30,” he continued, “you look 18.”
“Fucking pry much?” I said. Prick was quick glancing at my date of birth. I was really only 29.
“Let’s go,” he said again.
We walked over to the bench press machine, and I watched him do his thing. He was incredibly strong.
“Your turn,” he said, adjusting the weight.
“I always thought you were supposed to do cardio first,” I said.
“You thought – or you heard wrong,” he said. “Build up your heart rate slowly and then finish with some light cardio. Best way to go.”
I decided to take his advice because by the look of him he knew what he was talking about, at least in this department.
“There you go,” he said encouragingly, “10 reps, 3 sets. That’s it, you’re doing it.”
When I was done, I felt exhausted but strong.
“How’s your heart rate, elevated?” he asked.
“Yes, for sure,” I said.
Next, we messed around with some free weights. He showed me the proper form to lift dumbbells – he
was actually very encouraging and sweet. Feeling him standing behind me was a dangerous dance I so much enjoyed.
I was really working up a sweat now. Felt great.
“Now we can do some light cardio,” he said.
I wanted him right then and there in front of everyone in the gym, I didn’t care.
“Treadmills are over there.”
We started at a walking pace and ramped up to a full run in about 20 minutes. I never worked out, at least not seriously, but just kind of watched what I ate and hoped I didn’t get fat. I honestly didn’t care, but I liked the way he cared about his body and his patient guidance while I tried to work on mine. Apparently, I was doing something right because I could get a man like this no problem. I felt like I could get any man. Men were not hard.
I drove back to his place where we would shower. Eventually. First, I had to show him my gratitude with one of my painfully slow blowjobs. I thought I’d save myself one of those power fuckings he was so keen on, but he had other ideas.
“Strip,” he ordered.
I peeled off his sweaty clothes while I watched him do the same.
I really wanted to dominate him – for a change – but that’s not what I “paid” him to do. It was all about him being in control, taking me on a ride that I didn’t know where it would end up. As long as he fit that mold, I was good. My husband was way too sweet and easily controlled. I loved him, but he didn’t give me everything I needed, at least at the time.
He kissed me and ran his hands up my back slowly until he caressed the back of my head before grabbing me by the hair and tossing me down on the bed. I barely had time to recover from the fall before he guided me onto him by grabbing my sore ass and basically forcing me to mount him.
I was a tight little childless wife, so his girth really filled me. Each thrust filled me with even more desire until I started coming on him repeatedly. He was a brute but what a fuck, I loved how his balls slapped up against my pussy as he fucked me. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said he was getting tired, so it was a bit surprising when he “let” me get on top of him, reverse cowgirl style and ride him until I came several more times.
I finally got off of him, exhausted myself. This was going to be the last fuck of the day before I had to go home to hubby.
I wrapped my lips around him and sucked on him with a feverish angst until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ugh god you’re insatiable,” he groaned as he exploded inside my mouth. His girth as he ejaculated filled my mouth, which I so enjoyed.
“Julie,” he grunted, “that was good. Sure you don’t want to leave your husband and come stay over here?
I couldn’t tell if he was being serious, but I couldn’t help laughing anyway. That turned out to not be the right move as my outburst visibly disappointed him.
“Don’t get weird on me, Mo,” I said.
That was probably the wrong thing too.
“Look,” I said, “we both know where this is going – possibly a threesome with he and the two of us, but that’s about it.”
“I don’t like sharing,” he said.
“Maybe you should find yourself a nice girl then, one who isn’t already hopelessly married.”
“Hopelessly, huh?”
“Yeah, whatever that means.”
“I’m patient,” he finally said, “I can wait. You’ll see, you’ll make the right decision eventually."
I had to admit to not being good at making decisions. I just did whatever and hoped it would work out.
“You’re a sweet guy,” I said. “I really appreciate your interest in me. You can use my body however you want, but my heart is…unavailable.”
“Is that so,” he said.
“Can I crash here for a while until I can get myself together?"
“Of course,” he said. “Stay as long as you like.”
I laid down on the couch and almost instantly fell asleep.
When I awoke, he was asleep in his bed, so I quietly let myself out.
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