My epithet is maria and at the time of this story, I was a 36 year old married woman with two young kids. When I was young I was in splendid shape. After I had kid 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 nonplus shape. I decided to join her.

fountainhead, the transformation was fast. We were really into it, running, social class and lifting weights. We both were looking heavy. I was 5ft 6in tall, weighed 145 lbs, large pendulous chest with big darkness ring of color, slim firm waist, wide hips with declamatory firm bottom and thick firm shapely legs from all my squat. My libido was also heightened. My hubby enjoyed my new body but he did n't join the gym, he liked to outride lazy, he would stay home and watch the tike 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 youthful male person bodybuilders. It was quite flattering, two woman in their 30 still turning on vernal men. These guy rope 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 matter to as they 'd practically hang their cocks right in our faces as we bench pressed. Overall it was nice getting such care from jr. men. At home my husband would always be begging for sex, but he did n't really turn me on. He was well adiposis, faineant and had a rather curt uncircumcised penis, at about 5 inches when fully erect. Occasionally I 'd get him to do some job and when he was done I 'd dedicate him a hand job. He'd last about all of two minutes, not what I 'd call a stud.

These guy cable in the gym on the early mitt were quite the rivet. You could make out a squeamish parcel in their shorts. Well, one day the guy wire asked me and my girlfriend if we 'd help them out with a competition they were entering. We 'd be able to go backstage for the prep and see all the activity. We could help them get ready. We were n't sure enough what that meant exactly but it sounded fun. I asked my husband if he 'd wish to go to the bodybuilding appearance as some friends from the gym were competing. As usual he told me to go and birth a good time ; he would stay dwelling and look out the fry. OK, fine.

When we got there it was really chill and exciting seeing all these super built people walking around backstage. The guys were literal nice and showed us around, introducing us to many people. Finally their competition was coming up so they had to develop. We went into the back room with them while they pumped up by doing pushup, lifting some deal weights, flexing, etc. They then disrobed to their tiny posing brief and asked us to oil them down. They looked like Greek immortal, rippling muscular tissue, tanned and completely hairless.

My protagonist and I looked at each other and express mirth and said"sure ! ”. We took out the oil and spread it on each guy, the thorax, back, weaponry, 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 stone and sticking partly out from his posing briefs. I looked up at him with my rima oris wide open. He said, `` I really require some avail from you so I can go out onto the stage ''.

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

"OK ”, I said. He sat down on a Bench and I pulled his skimpy posing briefs down fully exposing the lawful height of this brilliant cock.. His turncock was immense and amazingly laborious. I poured the oil over it and started to jerk him off. I was fascinated by the size. I looked down and his cock was probably double my husband 's in length and thickness. This is a veridical prick I thought. Not only was it fat, but it was also very long and curved like a big ripe banana with a turgid deep purple helmet shaped glans. I couldn't help but mentally equate how modest 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 set up clit was rubbing my panties with my apparent movement, arousing me even further.

The whole instalment felt a bit surreal, one minute I was oiling up this young stud and following, I was in dispatch control of him with his swollen-headed manhood tightly in my traveling bag.

After about five hour he started to groan. I heard him grunt and his prick twitched. I teased him by pulling away and just tickled his shaved balls very gently. I knew he wanted release as he thrust his cock hard against my hand like a bull in estrus. I noticed that his balls were particularly small, the size of little pigeon eggs, I figured this was probably due to steroid use. His slight balls which had been hanging low in his hairless musket ball bag were now tightly retracted right up into his groin. Pre-cum had exuded from his dick principal. I knew he was about to cum. Eyes closed, his handsome human face contorted in joy.

I closed my hired hand, very lightly at first gear, completely around his trembling, fatheaded burning-hot shaft, then began sliding along its length towards its junction with his body. At the base I stopped and slowly squeezed. The bring out shaft 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 length of his erect veined penis, from its roots deep in his organic structure to the vain purple glans. I reduced the force per unit area and began faster strokes, my fist thudding into his body at the al-Qaida of his lofty manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip.

His boiling seed could expect no longer - a vast surge began deep in his body, edifice and racing up the distance of his manhood, exploding past my firm grip - a jet of ashen semen shot out, splashed against my naked arm. I stroked harder, felt a irregular salvo of seminal fluid gather. My grip on his erection tightened as his secondment spurt was launched, this time missing me, arcing high into the air past my head. His private parts mindlessly continued their ejaculation. From his membrum virile, further spirt of seminal fluid were propelled with decreasing force. I kept jerking, until his lilliputian ball were completely evacuate of his seed. It got on my tomentum, shirt, arm and hands. I could smell the musky aroma of seed. I was so randy. I looked at Jess and she was cleaning up the cum her guy shot.

Long chronicle short, the guys went out and won some ribbon. When I got home I made my hubby get it on my cunt using the cock-a-hoop dildo I had. I came so intemperately and went straight to log Z's. I did n't even reciprocate with him. The following day he was desperate for sex. I looked at his fiddling penis and told him he 'll stimulate to take care of that minuscule affair himself as I was too tired. After seeing a real cock, his little penis looked rather pathetic.

I laid down the law with him after that to get his body into anatomy. He joined the gym and did get into material body. My lady friend and I told the guys afterwards we could n't pay heed with them anymore as we were both married and could n't take a chance it, the temptation was too great. In the end it all worked out .