My name is Maria and at the time of this narrative, I was a 36 year old married cleaning woman with two young youngster. When I was new I was in fantabulous shape. After I had child I never worked to get back into top shape and really began to look rather frumpy. It all changed when my girlfriend Jess had started working out at a gym and was getting into dumbfound shape. I decided to join her.

Well, the shift was fast. We were really into it, running, classes and lifting weightiness. We both were looking neat. I was 5ft 6in tall, weighed 145 lbs, large pendulous white meat with big shadow areola, slim firm waist, wide-cut pelvic girdle with large house prat and thick firm shapely legs from all my squats. My libido was also heightened. My husband enjoyed my new body but he did n't join the gym, he liked to appease lazy, he would stay home base and view the kids while I worked out two hours every second day. Meanwhile, at the gym my Jess and I were getting a lot of attention from some Lester Willis Young manlike musclebuilder. It was quite flattering, two women in their thirties still turning on unseasoned men. These guy cable were the real deal. They entered recreational competitions and usually won.

The guy cable would serve us ‘ older'ladies out with wind, spotting us and encouraging us. The spotting was a bit concern as they 'd practically hang their pecker right in our faces as we bench pressed. Overall it was nice getting such attention from younger men. At home my husband would always be begging for sex, but he did n't really turn me on. He was well overweight, slothful and had a rather abruptly uncircumcised member, at near 5 in when fully erect. Occasionally I 'd get him to do some chores and when he was done I 'd give him a hand job. He'd last about all of two minute of arc, not what I 'd shout out a stud.

These guys in the gym on the other hand were quite the studs. You could cook out a dainty computer software in their shorts. Well, one day the bozo asked me and my girlfriend if we 'd help them out with a rival they were entering. We 'd be able to go backstage for the preparation and see all the military action. We could help oneself 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 bodybuilding show as some friends from the gym were competing. As usual he told me to go and have a practiced time ; he would stay dwelling and watch the kids. OK, fine.

When we got there it was really cool and exciting seeing all these topnotch built people walking around wing. The guy cable were literal gracious and showed us around, introducing us to many people. Finally their competition was coming up so they had to get up. We went into the plunk for room with them while they pumped up by doing pushup, lifting some hand weightiness, flexing, etc. They then disrobed to their tiny posing brief and asked us to oil them down. They looked like Greek gods, rippling musculus, tanned and completely hairless.

My acquaintance and I looked at each early and laughed and said"certainly ! ”. We took out the oil and spread 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 phallus was hard as a rock and sticking partly out from his posing briefs. I looked up at him with my mouth broad open. He said, `` I really need some supporter from you so I can go out onto the microscope 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 young stud could not go on stage with that hard on, impossible.

"OK ”, I said. He sat down on a workbench and I pulled his skimpy posing Jockey shorts down fully exposing the true up stature of this magnificent cock.. His dick was huge and amazingly difficult. I poured the oil over it and started to flick him off. I was fascinated by the size. I looked down and his tool was probably doubly my married man 's in length and thickness. This is a real tool I thought. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana with a expectant deep purple helmet shaped glans. I couldn't assistance 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 panties were now wet with my juice and my swollen erect button was rubbing my panties with my bowel movement, arousing me even further.

The whole episode felt a bit surreal, one instant I was oiling up this young macho-man and next, I was in gross control of him with his swollen manhood tightly in my grip.

After about five second he started to groan. I heard him grunt and his cock twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his shaved balls very gently. I knew he wanted acquittance as he thrust his cock hard against my mitt like a bull in heat. I noticed that his formal were particularly small, the size of fiddling pigeon orchis, I figured this was probably due to steroid use. His little balls which had been hanging low in his hairless ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his seawall. Pre-cum had exuded from his cock head. I knew he was about to cum. eye closed, his handsome face contorted in delight.

I closed my hired hand, very lightly at first, completely around his shaking, thick burning-hot dig, then began sliding along its duration towards its colligation with his torso. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The exposed shaft and glans turned a darker purple red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his member firmly towards me. muscle spasm of pre-ejaculatory impulse shot down the length of his erect veined member, from its roots deep in his body to the swollen purple glans. I reduced the pressure and began profligate strokes, my clenched fist thudding into his soundbox at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling seed could wait no longer - a immense surge began cryptical in his organic structure, construction and racing up the length of his humanness, exploding past my business firm bobby pin - a jet of white semen shot out, splashed against my bare arm. I stroked harder, felt a second base burst of semen gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his second spurt was launched, this clip missing me, arcing high into the air past my head. His private parts mindlessly continued their interjection. From his membrum virile, further spurts of seminal fluid were propelled with decreasing force. I kept jerking, until his short balls were completely empty of his seed. It got on my hair, shirt, arm and hands. I could smell the musky aroma of cum. I was so aroused. I looked at Jess and she was cleaning up the cum her guy shot.

Long story short, the guys went out and won some medallion. When I got home I made my husband get laid my twat using the crowing dildo I had. I came so concentrated and went straight to sleep. I did n't even reciprocate with him. The side by side day he was dire for sex. I looked at his small penis and told him he 'll have to select care of that little matter himself as I was too wear down. After seeing a existent shaft, his fiddling penis 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 physical body. My girl 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 enticement was too great. In the end it all worked out .