My name is Maria and at the metre of this chronicle, I was a 36 year old married woman with two young kids. When I was jr. I was in excellent shape. After I had kids I never worked to get back into top embodiment and really began to appear rather frumpy. It all changed when my girlfriend Jess had started working out at a gym and was getting into get configuration. I decided to join her.

wellspring, the transformation was fast. We were really into it, running, socio-economic class and lifting weight. We both were looking great. I was 5ft 6in tall, weighed 145 lbs, large pendulous titty with big shadow areola, svelte firm shank, wide hips with magnanimous firm buttocks and thick-skulled business firm shapely legs from all my shit. My libido was also heightened. My husband enjoyed my new body but he did n't join the gym, he liked to stick around lazy, he would stick around dwelling house and watch the kids while I worked out two hour every second day. Meanwhile, at the gym my Jess and I were getting a lot of attention from some Whitney Moore Young Jr. male bodybuilders. It was quite flattering, two women in their mid-thirties still turning on younger men. These guy wire were the real good deal. They entered amateur competitions and usually won.

The guys would help us ‘ older'ladies out with tips, spotting us and encouraging us. The spotting was a bit interesting as they 'd practically hang their stopcock right in our faces as we bench pressed. Overall it was nice getting such attention from untried men. At family my hubby would always be begging for sex, but he did n't really wrick me on. He was well overweight, lazy and had a rather little uncircumcised member, at most 5 inches when fully erect. Occasionally I 'd get him to do some job and when he was done I 'd move over him a handwriting job. He'd cobbler's last about all of two minutes, not what I 'd call a stud.

These guy wire in the gym on the other hand were quite the studs. You could make out a courteous package in their boxers. Well, one day the guys asked me and my girlfriend if we 'd help them out with a competitor they were entering. We 'd be able to go backstage for the prep and see all the action. We could help them get ready. We were n't sure what that meant exactly but it sounded fun. I asked my husband if he 'd like to go to the muscle building show as some friends from the gym were competing. As common he told me to go and have a safe time ; he would stay home and watch the kids. OK, fine.

When we got there it was really coolheaded and exciting seeing all these super built citizenry walking around backstage. The guys were existent Nice and showed us around, introducing us to many people. Finally their competition was coming up so they had to set. We went into the gage room with them while they pumped up by doing pushups, lifting some hand weights, flexing, etc. They then disrobed to their lilliputian posing briefs and asked us to oil them down. They looked like Hellenic language gods, rippling muscles, tanned and completely hairless.

My friend and I looked at each early and express mirth and said"trusted ! ”. We took out the oil and bed covering it on each guy, the chest, back, arms, etc. I was getting turned on and when I started for the abs I saw my guy was very turned on. His member was hard as a rock and sticking partly out from his posing legal brief. I looked up at him with my mouth wide open. He said, `` I really want some help from you so I can go out onto the stage ''.

I looked over at Jess, she was in a similar predicament but was already enthusiastically jacking her guy off with the oil. I knew my vernal studhorse could not go on microscope stage with that intemperately on, impossible.

"OK ”, I said. He sat down on a bench and I pulled his skimpy sitting briefs down fully exposing the lawful height of this magnificent cock.. His tool was huge and amazingly hard. I poured the oil over it and started to jerk him off. I was fascinated by the size. I looked down and his hammer was probably twice my husband 's in length and heaviness. This is a real hammer I thought. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana with a large deep purple helmet shaped glans. I couldn't aid but mentally liken how pocket-size my hubby's 4 to5-inch erection was compared to this stud's manhood. My pussy flooded. I could feel that my scanty were now wet with my juices and my puff up erect clit was rubbing my panty with my movements, arousing me even further.

The whole episode felt a bit surreal, one minute I was oiling up this young scantling and side by side, I was in over control of him with his swollen manhood tightly in my grip.

After about five minutes he started to groan. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his shave Lucille Ball very gently. I knew he wanted release as he thrust his putz hard against my hand like a bull in oestrus. I noticed that his balls were particularly small, the size of it of little pigeon eggs, I figured this was probably due to steroid use. His fiddling balls which had been hanging low in his hairless ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin. Pre-cum had exuded from his rooster head. I knew he was about to cum. center closed, his liberal face contorted in pleasance.

I closed my deal, very lightly at low gear, completely around his vibration, thick burning-hot putz, then began sliding along its length towards its junction with his torso. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed spear and glans turned a darker purple red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his member firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the duration of his erect veined phallus, from its roots deep in his body to the swell purple glans. I reduced the pressure level and began degraded virgule, my fist thudding into his dead body at the base of his gallant humanity, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling semen could wait no longer - a huge upsurge began deep in his soundbox, building and racing up the length of his manhood, exploding past my firm traveling bag - a jet of whiteness seminal fluid shot out, splashed against my nude arm. I stroked harder, felt a second burst of semen gather. My grip on his hard-on tightened as his second spurt was launched, this prison term missing me, arcing high into the air past my principal. His private parts mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further jet of come were propelled with decreasing force. I kept jerking, until his little balls were completely empty-bellied of his source. It got on my hair, shirt, arm and deal. I could smell the musky aroma of semen. I was so horny. I looked at Jess and she was cleaning up the cum her guy shot.

Long level short, the guys went out and won some medals. When I got home I made my husband have a go at it my snatch using the freehanded dildo I had. I came so hard and went straight to sleep. I did n't even reciprocate with him. The next day he was desperate for sex. I looked at his little penis and told him he 'll have to take upkeep of that slight matter himself as I was too tire. After seeing a actual cock, his piddling member looked rather pathetic.

I laid down the law with him after that to get his body into shape. He joined the gym and did get into shape. My girlfriend and I told the guys afterwards we could n't hang with them anymore as we were both married and could n't risk it, the temptation was too great. In the end it all worked out .