My name is Maria and at the metre of this story, I was a 36 year old married cleaning woman with two young kids. When I was younger I was in excellent shape. After I had kids I never worked to get back into top bod 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 amazing build. I decided to join her.

Well, the transformation was fast. We were really into it, running, classes and lifting system of weights. We both were looking big. I was 5ft 6in tall, weighed 145 lbs, turgid nodding titty with big dark areola, svelte firm waist, wide hips with large firm buttocks and duncical 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 stay lazy, he would stay home and take in the kids while I worked out two hr every second day. Meanwhile, at the gym my Jess and I were getting a lot of attention from some young male muscleman. It was quite flattering, two char in their thirties still turning on younger men. These guy wire were the real deal. They entered amateur contention and usually won.

The guy wire would help us ‘ older'ladies out with tips, spotting us and encouraging us. The maculation was a bit matter to as they 'd practically give ear their prick right in our faces as we bench pressed. Overall it was nice getting such attention from younger men. At home my hubby would always be begging for sex, but he did n't really turn me on. He was well overweight, indolent and had a rather short uncircumcised penis, at most 5 inches when fully erect. Occasionally I 'd get him to do some job and when he was done I 'd ease up him a hand job. He'd last about all of two minutes, not what I 'd cry a stud.

These guys in the gym on the other hand were quite the stud poker. You could ready out a nice package in their short pants. Well, one day the guy wire asked me and my lady friend if we 'd help them out with a rivalry they were entering. We 'd be able-bodied to go backstage for the homework and see all the action. We could help oneself them get prepare. We were n't sure what that meant exactly but it sounded fun. I asked my husband if he 'd wish to go to the bodybuilding display as some friends from the gym were competing. As usual he told me to go and have a good prison term ; he would stay plate and follow the kids. OK, fine.

When we got there it was really cool and exciting seeing all these tops built people walking around backstage. The guys were real squeamish and showed us around, introducing us to many people. Finally their rival was coming up so they had to prepare. We went into the back room with them while they pumped up by doing press-up, lifting some hand weighting, flexing, etc. They then disrobed to their petite posing briefs and asked us to oil them down. They looked like Hellenic gods, rippling muscle, tanned and completely hairless.

My friend and I looked at each former and express joy and said"sure enough ! ”. We took out the oil and facing pages it on each guy, the chest, back, limb, etc. I was getting turned on and when I started for the abs I saw my guy was very turned on. His penis was hard as a rock and sticking partly out from his posing briefs. I looked up at him with my mouth wide candid. He said, `` I really need some help from you so I can go out onto the phase ''.

I looked over at Jess, she was in a similar quandary but was already enthusiastically jacking her guy off with the oil. I knew my young studhorse could not go on phase with that backbreaking on, impossible.

"OK ”, I said. He sat down on a work bench and I pulled his skimpy sitting briefs down fully exposing the true up stature of this glorious cock.. His cock was huge and amazingly heavily. I poured the oil over it and started to jerk him off. I was fascinated by the sizing. I looked down and his cock was probably twice my married man 's in distance and heaviness. This is a really cock I thought. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana with a large cryptic purple helmet shaped glans. I couldn't help but mentally compare how small my married man's 4 to5-inch erection was compared to this stud's humanity. My kitty-cat flooded. I could feel that my step-in were now wet with my juice and my swollen erect clit was rubbing my panty with my social movement, arousing me even further.

The whole sequence felt a bit surreal, one mo I was oiling up this young stud and next, I was in unadulterated ascendancy 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 shaved balls very gently. I knew he wanted exit as he thrust his hammer hard against my hand like a copper in rut. I noticed that his nut were particularly small, the size of it of short pigeon eggs, I figured this was probably due to steroid use. His picayune globe which had been hanging low in his hairless lump bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groyne. Pre-cum had exuded from his cock head. I knew he was about to cum. Eyes closed, his openhanded look contorted in pleasure.

I closed my mitt, very lightly at low, completely around his quiver, thick burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along its length towards its conjunction with his consistence. At the stem I stopped and slowly squeezed. The give away scape and glans turned a darker purplish red. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. spasm of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the distance of his erect veined penis, from its roots deep in his dead body to the swollen purpleness glans. I reduced the imperativeness and began immobile strokes, my clenched fist thudding into his body at the foot of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling seminal fluid could waitress no longer - a huge billow began deep in his organic structure, building and racing up the length of his manhood, exploding past my firm grip - a jet of white seed shot out, splashed against my naked arm. I stroked harder, felt a second burst of semen gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his second spurt was launched, this metre missing me, arcing high school into the air past my pass. His genitals mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further spirt of semen were propelled with decreasing force. I kept jerking, until his trivial balls were completely empty of his semen. It got on my haircloth, shirt, arm and paw. I could smell the musky smell of semen. I was so horny. I looked at Jess and she was cleaning up the cum her guy shot.

Long story short, the guy went out and won some medal. When I got home I made my husband have sex my cunt using the biggest dildo I had. I came so laborious and went straight to sleep. I did n't even reciprocate with him. The succeeding day he was do-or-die for sex. I looked at his picayune penis and told him he 'll consume to consider care of that little thing himself as I was too tired. After seeing a substantial cock, his footling phallus looked rather pathetic.

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