Steve Golden - The Spunky Wife
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She changed quickly into the briefest, most daring exercise outfit she owned. And then she took a cab to the gym, figuring she had at least two hours before Rodney would be home. And as luck would have it, the place was nearly deserted. Franco had raised the rates recently, and many people had stopped using the facility. Rodney said she could still go there though. He figured he was a hotshot executive, and nothing was too good for his new bride. Bonnie silently thanked him as she made a great show of exercising by herself in a quiet corner.
Franco was looking after the place this afternoon, and he was chatting or offering advice to the two other people present. He glanced at Bonnie once or twice but made no move to come over to her. He smiled politely and went about his business.
He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, Bonnie noticed. And she checked out the bulge in his crotch. It was swelling out promisingly, and her own crotch tingled at the thought of having his big prick inside her. She wished the other people would leave. She wanted a chance with Franco alone before anyone else came into the place. But both people struggled on and on, stretching and pumping weights and growing redder and redder in the face. By the time they straggled out to the locker room, Bonnie was glistening with sweat from her workout.
"Well, young lady, and howls your workout going?" Franco asked, finally coming over to give her some attention. •"You seem to be doing very well."
"Oh, I don't think I'm using any of this equipment correctly," Bonnie said, "Maybe you could show me. Is this right?"
She began to pump the handles on a machine, raising her arms above her head again and again. Her T-shirt, which was cut off high above her navel, shifted even higher with each pump. The lower swells of her big tits were visible almost to the nipples. Her tits shifted and heaved inside the tight fabric.
"That is good, yes," Franco said, trying not to look at her straining tits. "But try it a little more slowly."
Bonnie did as he said. But now she leaned back a little, so that her shirt rode even higher. Franco could now see the lower rings of her pink areolas each time she shoved her arms into the air. Her nipples were jutting out the fabric like chunks of stone.
"Like this? Is this good?" she asked, looking him in the eye.
"Yes, very good," he said, a light film of perspiration appearing on his forehead.
Bonnie leaned back a fraction more, just enough so that her sturdy nipples peeked into the open occasionally. She was excited. She wondered how much longer she'd have to do work before he grabbed her. The sight of her nearly naked tits had driven many men wild. Yet he was trying to be cool and detached. She decided to try something else.
"I need to exercise my legs. Is this a good thing to try?" she asked, And suddenly she moved away from the arm weights and threw a leg over a bench attached to another machine.
She straddled the thing, then leaned back and began spreading her legs and then closing them, her crotch tilted up at Franco. The lower part of her outfit ride high over both hips, leaving them bare. The crotch piece was a very narrow vee that let a few stray cunthairs peek free.
Franco watched her, his eyes dark and serious. He could no longer see her nipples. He kept his attention on her crotch instead. The vee of her outfit seemed to be getting narrower as she scissored her legs back and forth.
"Is this good?" she asked. "Will this build muscles?"
He continued watching the gorgeous woman as she opened and closed her legs. And he tried to think of what it would be best to do under the circumstances. The little slut was obviously asking for it, but he hesitated to make a move. It wasn't always good for business to fuck your clients.
Besides, he knew she was married. He didn't want to lose her husband's business either. Yet she was hard to resist. He'd avoided talking to her in the past on purpose, because he knew she was nothing but a dirty little slut. But this was hard to ignore. She was spreading her legs for him again and again, virtually begging him to fuck her. And still he resisted.
Bonnie began to wonder just what she had to do to get to Franco. She glanced at his crotch, and his cock-bulge did appear to be growing. But still he didn't make a move. Her legs moved in and out, and she felt her crotchband narrowing and getting wetter. It would only be a matter of seconds, she knew, before the material slipped inside her cuntlips together. Then she would see how much resistance he had. She could feel her pussylips growing wetter and wetter. They were swelling, as they always did when she got excited. Her inner cuntlips could grow into inch-long flaps.
There was a soft pop, and her wet crotch slipped between the puffy lips of her cunt. Her pussylips seemed to gnaw on the material, chewing it inside. Two or three inches of her costume disappeared between her cuntlips. It felt good, pressing down on her clit. As she moved her legs in and out, the friction of the material felt wonderful. Bonnie's eyes glazed over as she stared up at him.
"Goodnight, Franco!" someone shouted suddenly.
Bonnie snapped her legs shut over her creamy crotch. She watched the two other people move toward the door. She sat up on the bench as Franco moved away to say goodnight to the couple. He had a quiet conversation with them as they moved out the door. And after what seemed like an hour, he turned back into the room to face her.
Bonnie was completely naked. She'd slipped off her T-shirt and her soiled shorts, and she stood proud and smiling in the center of the floor. Her tits heaved on her chest. Her golden cunt mound glowed damply. She watched him closely, then moved over to where a steel pole an inch in diameter ran up alongside a piece of exercise equipment. She clutched the pole and shoved her body harshly against it.
"I want you to fuck me so bad I can taste it!" she hissed, her lovely mouth glistening. "You can do anything you want to me! You can fuck my mouth, my tits, anything! But please, please, please, fuck my cunt first! I'm so hot for you I'm steaming!"
Franco seemed to come to a decision. He quickly locked the door to the place and walked over to her. On the way, he peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. There was a grim expression on his face, as if he was doing this against his better judgment. But he couldn't resist any longer.
He began to peel off his shorts. But as he did, he stared at her. She had forced herself hard against the shiny metal pole, and her swollen cuntlips had actually folded themselves around the thing. She bent her knees and moved up and down, fucking the pole brazenly. She stared at Franco the whole time and licked her lips.
"You're a very dirty young woman," Franco said simply. "You're the strangest, hottest little slut we've ever had in here."
Bonnie grinned. But her smile turned to deep excitement as she caught sight of what hung down between his legs. As he stepped from his shorts, she saw a thick, ten-inch cock sway out and down, its sides all covered with veins, the cockhead swollen. She licked her lips, gave a little moan, and suddenly left the pole and dropped to her knees in front of him.
She grabbed his cock, clutching it tight. And she began to rub it all over her face, just as she'd done with Henderson a few days before. She smiled lewdly as she smeared the cock into her cheeks, nose, and eyes. And she began muttering hoarsely, staring up at him whenever his giant prick wasn't in the way.
"I love a huge, ugly cock! Fuck, how I love them!" she moaned. And she began licking the underside of the cock wantonly.
She jerked it in her hand, feeling its heat and power. Her head dipped and tilted and she began licking and slurping at his heavy balls. Her lips closed over one ball completely and she sucked on it. All the while, she moaned softly, as if she was well on the way to coming already. She glanced up at him as she sucked his ball. His huge cock lay propped up along the left side of her face.
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