I said I wouldn’t do it, but oh boy I did. I brought the young guy home from the gym and had the best time ever.
I genuinely never thought I’d write a second, but I need to vent somewhere.
As I explained in the first chapter, I’m a thirty-five-year-old stay-at-home mum, happily doing the school runs and keeping the family home running.
Three days a week I go to the gym, working on my legs, bum, and tummy after jogging on the treadmill. But there’s a young, fit guy in his early twenties who goes the same time as me, and I enjoy catching him looking.
Even at my age, 5’7”, with long brown hair, blue eyes, a healthy curvy mum-bod, and large natural DD’s, I guess he very much liked what he saw. I know I liked what I saw. He was taller, cute and handsome, athletically toned with broad shoulders and dark hair.
Three weeks ago, clad in black leggings and a matching sports bra, my hair in a ponytail, I was on the leg press machine pushing heavier than usual when he came up to me uninvited.
“Try keeping your feet planted and drive through your heels. You’ll feel it more in your glutes,” he said kindly.
I met his gaze and felt an immediate tingle between my legs. His face was earnest, not sleazy. “Oh… thanks. I’m usually pretty good with my form and technique, but clearly I’m slipping.”
“You’re doing good, actually. You’ve got an awesome body and legs,” he smirked, then returned to his workout.
The cheeky swine knew exactly what he’d done. He’d broken the ice. I finished my set, wiped down the machine, and moved to the hip abductor, my panties already soaked at the thought of taking him home.
Over the next couple of weeks our paths crossed more naturally. He’d say hello and ask how I was doing. I’d respond openly and ask him the same. His name was Danny, and he was a twenty-one-year-old local student.
I started asking him about rep ranges and the best free weights for core stability. Our conversations stayed light and casual, but the sexual chemistry crackled between us. I loved the way he looked at me, stealing hungry glances at my big tits and arse.
I’d go home afterwards and fuck myself stupid with my eight-inch dildo, fantasising about him. I’d go hard then remind myself that I was a married mum of two. I had so much to lose. But then came the day it all unravelled.
I’d finished my session and was stretching on the mats, when Danny sauntered over to me with his arms, chest, and shoulders pumped. Not meathead pumped, just toned, athletic, and oh so incredibly sexy pumped.
“How you doing, Kate? Good workout?” His eyes traced my body openly.
“Yeah, just cooling down. You?” I stood up to put the mat away.
“I’m done. Time to hit the showers. Listen… I know this is forward, but…” He glanced around, the area was clear. “Do you fancy a coffee? Today maybe?”
I can’t explain my response. Despite all the masturbation and fantasising, it was totally out of character. Excited but trying to hide it, I smiled at him.
“I only drink coffee before I work out, but an iced tea sounds good.”
“Great. You got time today? I won’t be long in the shower,” he beamed, looking a little shocked I’d said yes.
“You can shower at mine. I don’t live far and the house is empty for the next few hours. Kids are at school, hubby’s at work.” The words felt dangerously thrilling as they left my mouth. I met his eyes so he knew I meant it.
He didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
As Danny followed me in his car, my mind raced between ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ and ‘I need this so badly’. By the time I pulled into the drive, and he parked on the road, the ache between my legs had won. I hurried him inside and locked the door, leaving the key in the lock, just in case. That alone should have stopped me. It didn’t.
“Can I get you a cold drink?” I asked him in the hallway, my hands and legs trembling with nervous excitement.
“Maybe later,” he grinned, gently cupping the side of my face. “You’re so beautiful, Kate.” His thumb stroked my cheek as our eyes locked intensely.
I was too turned on to wait any longer. I grabbed his t-shirt and kissed him hard, unleashing weeks of pent-up sexual frustration and tension. Danny kissed me back just as hungrily, sliding his hands down my waist, gripping my hips, and pulling me flush against him.
Feeling feral, I slipped my hand down the front of his shorts and found him already rock hard and throbbing. He groaned into my mouth before I dropped to my knees, yanked his shorts down, and freed his thick cock.
It was impressive, above average and iron-hard. I looked up at him while I stroked it. God, he looked so young. I licked the head, then took him into my mouth, sucking eagerly as he grabbed my ponytail and thrust his hips gently.
“That’s good,” he breathed, pushing deeper toward the back of my throat.
I should have felt guilty, but I didn’t. I sucked him with pure lust, cupping his balls, tasting his musky post-gym scent and the fresh, salty leak of his arousal.
My pussy was dripping. Danny pulled me up, pinned me against the hallway wall, and kissed me fiercely while stripping off my sports bra. He stared at my heavy 34DD tits like he’d never seen a pair of breasts as big before.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, eyes wide. He grabbed them, pushed them together, then squeezed like a man possessed, sucking hard on my excited nipples.
“Fuck me,” I demanded breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t need telling twice. Danny pulled me into the living room, bent me over the arm of the sofa, and yanked my leggings and panties down. I felt deliciously dirty, bent over the family sofa, arse up, heavy tits squashed against the cushions.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, running his hands over my bare arse and thighs. I moaned as his fingers found out just how wet I was, sliding easily along my slit before he pushed two inside me. “Can I cum inside you?”
“Oh,” I moaned. “Yes, but I need you to just fuck me properly,” I instructed.
With a low chuckle, he pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up, then without warning, thrust into me hard.
“Uhhhh! Fuck!” I exclaimed. “That’s it!”
That first thrust of his cock was everything I’d fantasised about. Thick, hard, stretching me open as he gripped my hips and drove deep. I cried out, pushing back against him, my heavy tits swinging with every powerful stroke. He reached around to squeeze them, pinching my nipples lovelessly.
“Ohhh, your pussy feels fucking good, Kate! You’re a proper dirty MILF!”
Being called a MILF made me feel old, but then I am a mother of two, and he is a student fourteen years my junior. Crikey, I’d lost my virginity when he was still inside his mothers womb. None of that mattered. He was a man now, a young, virile man who knew how to fuck a horny, married woman.
He grabbed my hips and pounded me like a slut, hard, fast, relentless, as if he could read my thoughts. “You like that cock in your married pussy, Kate? Tell me. I wanna hear you say it, MILF!”
“God, yes! Fuck me harder!” I screamed, pushing back against him.
He slapped my arse and slammed deeper, building me toward a shattering orgasm. When he grabbed my ponytail and yanked my head back, my tits bouncing wildly, I came hard, screaming, clenching around his cock.
“Ride me on the sofa,” he panted, his voice rough with need. “I want your tits in my face when I cum.”
We stripped the rest of our clothes off in a frenzy, then Danny sat back on the sofa, stroking his glistening cock. I straddled his toned thighs, grabbed his shaft, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I moaned, stretched, while my diamond wedding ring glinted as I clutched his shoulders.
Danny immediately buried his face between my tits, sucking and licking my nipples with raw hunger while I started riding him. I rolled my hips, grinding deep, my arse bouncing on his lap. He groaned against my skin, hands squeezing and kneading my tits.
The sight of this young, athletic man devouring my breasts while I rode his cock was pure filth. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his knees, and arched my back. My big tits bounced with every thrust, exactly the view he wanted. His eyes were locked on them, mesmerised, his hands gripping my hips hard as he thrust up to meet me.
“Fuck, look at those puppies bounce,” he growled, voice strained with lust. “You’re so fucking hot, Kate.”
I rode him harder, faster, the sounds of us fucking travelling around my eerily quiet family home. Danny’s cock hit deep with every bounce, driving me wild. His grip on my hips tightened, slamming me down onto his thickness.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, breathing ragged. “I’m almost there. Fuck!”
“Cum inside me,” I gasped. “Fill me up!”
With a deep, animalistic groan, Danny thrust up hard and held me down on his cock. I then felt him explode, hot, thick spurts pulsing deep inside me as he ejaculated hard, his face buried in my tits, sucking desperately as he emptied every drop into my pussy.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, panting, sweaty, and trembling. His cock still twitched inside me as I slowly sat up, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. He made me feel so alive.
Danny never did take that shower. I kicked him out before the school run, showered quickly, and straightened the house in case my husband came home early. He understood and laughed, telling me he’d see me in the gym. But I haven’t been back there since. I know if I do I’ll bring him back home with me… because I’ll want to.
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