After a long day at work, I found myself staring at my gym bag sitting by the front door. The idea had been bubbling in my mind for weeks, and tonight I was finally ready. Scott, my husband, was working late, and the thought of slipping away for an extra workout session had me both nervous and exhilarated. Leon, our personal trainer, would be there. The gym was open 24 hours, but it was late enough that I hoped it would be just the two of us.
Leon, dark skinned, charming, chiselled, and effortlessly funny, had been the star of more than a few of my daydreams. Scott and I trained together often, but lately, I’d been coming in for solo sessions with Leon. His encouragement and easy grin always pushed me further, left me glowing. I’d caught myself blushing too many times when he complimented my form or joked with me about my determination. Tonight, I’d decided, was my chance to take things further, to see if the chemistry I felt was mutual.
The drive to the gym passed in a blur of anticipation and nerves. My heart raced as I parked and swiped my key card at the door. The empty building felt surreal in its quietness, the usual hustle and clatter of weights replaced by the hum of air conditioning. I slipped into the changing room, quickly shedding my workday attire for my gym kit: a loose tank top and my favourite pair of tiny gym shorts. Tonight, I’d made a bold decision, no knickers. The thought sent a thrill through me. It was daring, yes, but it was part of the plan. If Leon happened to notice, well, I wouldn’t mind, I’d mind if he didn’t notice though, I wasn’t planning on being subtle.
I tied my hair back, took a deep breath, and stepped out onto the gym floor. The space was dimly lit, the fluorescent lights muted against the polished surfaces of the machines. My eyes darted around, searching.
I stepped onto the gym floor, scanning the dimly lit space. A few figures moved in the distance, their presence a reminder that I wasn’t entirely alone. My heart sank slightly, but I pressed on, weaving through the machines and free weights in search of him.
The usual spots came up empty, and my excitement dimmed into uncertainty. Could I have missed him? I paused, debating whether to just leave, when a thought struck me. Maybe he was in the staff changing room. It wasn’t like Leon to leave early, well early for him, he practically lived here, but the possibility nagged at me. I decided to check, hoping I could catch him before he slipped out.
As I approached the staff area, the quiet hum of the gym gave way to faint noises, muffled sounds coming from behind the door. My curiosity piqued, I crept closer. The noises grew clearer: deep grunts, punctuated by low moans. My breath hitched, my mind racing to piece together what I was hearing.
I wasn’t naïve; I knew those sounds. Someone was having sex in the changing rooms. Normally, I would have turned on my heel and walked away, leaving them to their privacy. But tonight, I wasn’t thinking straight. I’d spent too much time working myself up over Leon, and the mix of nerves and arousal clouded my judgement. My curiosity got the better of me. I decided to take a peek.
With hesitant movements, I pushed the door open just a crack, barely enough to see. My breath caught in my throat. There he was, Leon. He stood completely naked, his magnificently muscled back flexing with each powerful thrust. His smooth dark skin reflecting the fluorescent lights from the ceiling. His chiselled glutes clenched tightly as he moved, his focus entirely on the man bent over the bench in front of him, both facing away from me.
The sight rendered me speechless. My thoughts spiralled out of control: Leon is gay. Leon is hot. This is hot. I shouldn’t watch. But God, I can’t look away. Who is the other guy? The questions tumbled through my mind, faster than I could make sense of them. My body froze, torn between guilt and the magnetic pull of the scene unfolding in front of me.
Then the man Leon was fucking said, “Oh my fucking god, Leon, yes! Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuck.” I froze. That voice, those moans, I knew them as intimately as my own. I’d heard nearly those exact words, in almost the same cadence, whispered to me in moments of passion. That was Scott. My Scott. My husband was currently bent over a bench, having his ass vigorously fucked by Leon.
A tidal wave of emotions crashed over me, each one sharp and consuming. Anger. How could Scott betray me like this? Wasn’t I enough? The idea of him sneaking around burned like a hot coal in my chest. But then… confusion. Could I really condemn Scott for doing exactly what I had come here hoping to do? I’d imagined myself in that very position with Leon, shamelessly offering myself to him. The hypocrisy of my rage gnawed at me, twisting my indignation into something unsteady.
Then came jealousy, raw and undeniable. It wasn’t just Scott’s infidelity that stung, it was the fact that he was with Leon. My Leon. God, I wanted to be the one Leon was touching, the one he was fucking with that primal intensity. The ache in my chest coiled downward, settling as a hot pulse low in my belly.
And beneath all of it, a seething pit of lust. The sight of their bodies moving together, Leon’s dominance, Scott’s surrender, it was intoxicating in a way that defied logic. I knew I should look away, leave, confront them later. But my feet remained rooted to the spot, my breath shallow, my gaze fixed. My emotions churned together, creating a storm I couldn’t escape: betrayal, arousal, fury, and need, all tangled and impossible to separate as I stood there watching the two men.
My desire overcame my anger. I wanted Leon, and maybe I could still have him. I opened the door wider and stepped inside, my movements deliberate but quiet as I let the door close softly behind me. The cool air of the room prickled my skin, and I felt my pulse thrum in my ears.
Leon and Scott were utterly absorbed in each other. Leon’s strong hands gripped Scott’s hips tightly and passively. The contrast between their skin tones, Leon’s dark, smooth complexion against Scott’s paler, freckled back, made the scene almost artistic, a striking tableau born from raw, unfiltered passion. Leon’s jaw tightened as he thrust, his focus unwavering. I found myself holding my breath, captivated despite the tumult of emotions raging within me.
A boldness I didn’t fully understand swept over me. I cleared my throat, the sound cutting through the rhythmic grunts and moans.
“Hello, boys.”
Both their heads snapped around, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief. Leon’s movements halted mid-thrust as his gaze locked onto mine. His face, usually so composed and confident, was frozen in surprise. Scott, meanwhile, scrambled for words, his stammering barely coherent.
“A-Alice, I… this isn’t… I…”
I raised an eyebrow, my lips curling into a faint, almost challenging smile. “What excuse could you possibly give, Scott? With Leon still balls deep in your ass.” My eyes flicked pointedly downward to where Leon’s cock remained buried deep in him.
Scott’s face turned scarlet, his mouth opening and closing as if grasping for something to say. Leon, however, seemed to recover quickly. His expression shifted, his characteristic confidence creeping back as he straightened, his hands still resting on Scott’s hips.
“Alice,” Leon began, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity. “This is… unexpected.”
“Unexpected?” I echoed, stepping further into the room, the tension thickening with every step. “That’s an interesting choice of words, considering the situation. I came here tonight hoping to spend some time with you, Leon, only to find you and my husband, well, otherwise engaged.”
I let the words hang in the air, watching as both men struggled to gauge my intent. My heart was pounding, a chaotic mix of arousal, anger, and something far harder to define. The vulnerability in Scott’s wide-eyed gaze, the flicker of intrigue in Leon’s dark eyes, it all only fuelled the fire inside me.
“But,” I continued, letting my gaze travel slowly over both of them, “I can’t say I’m entirely disappointed by what I walked in on.”
Leon’s lips twitched, almost as if he were fighting a grin. Scott looked between us, confusion and panic written across his face. “Alice, please, I…”
I held up a hand, silencing him. “Scott, don’t. You don’t get to explain or apologise. Not yet. Right now, I’m more interested in hearing from Leon.”
Leon tilted his head, his gaze assessing me with a flicker of amusement and intrigue. “What do you want to hear, Alice?”
I stepped closer, the heat between us palpable. “Why don’t we start with this; is this a private session or can I join in?” I asked, echoing something I often asked him, although never in such erotic circumstances.
Leon grinned as if he had just been offered the crown jewels. In a moment, he had gone from a man caught cheating with a married man to being offered a threesome. “Oh, I think there is room for one more, isn’t there, Scott?”
“Oh fuck, yes,” Scott replied eagerly, his desperation for a reprieve evident. The relief on his face was priceless, his earlier panic dissolving into anticipation.
“Excellent. In that case, Scott, please clean Leon’s cock up for me.” I knew Scott liked to be submissive in the bedroom. He loved me ordering him around, and the suggestion seemed to light a fire in him. Without hesitation, he pulled off Leon’s cock and spun around, taking it eagerly into his mouth.
I watched in fascination, a mix of arousal and disbelief flooding through me. Scott’s enthusiasm was shocking, his tongue working expertly along the length of Leon’s cock, tracing every vein and ridge with deliberate attention. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip, his lips tightening as he took Leon deeper into his mouth. Each movement was purposeful, an intoxicating mix of submission and skill that left Leon groaning deeply. Leon’s head tilted back, his eyes closing as his hand rested possessively on Scott’s head, guiding his rhythm with a firm but gentle grip. The wet, rhythmic sounds of Scott’s mouth filled the room, heightening the raw, carnal intensity of the moment.
In the corner of my mind I thought that that much skill can’t be from his first time doing this, but I pushed that aside for another time.
The sight was intoxicating. I hadn’t ever really thought about whether I would find two men together sexy, but the answer was now blindingly clear. My body reacted viscerally, my breathing shallow as I felt a pulse of heat low in my belly.
“Good boy,” I murmured, almost to myself, but Scott heard me. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, filled with a mix of pride and desire. The dynamic shifted in that moment, my earlier anger at him melting away, replaced by an overwhelming hunger to take control of this unexpected situation.
“Leon,” I said, my voice steady but filled with heat, “I hope you’re not too tired, because I’m going to need you next.”
His eyes snapped to mine, dark with lust. “Oh I’m ready to go all night.” he said, echoing something else he would often say during our workouts, his tone playful but edged with hunger.
“Good,” I said, my lips curving into a slow smile. I slipped off my tank top, letting it fall to the floor, followed by my shorts. Standing before them in just my sports bra, I revelled in the way both men’s eyes raked over me. “Now, let’s see how well you can handle both of us.”
I stepped forward up to Leon, his hand reached out brushing lightly against my waist as he leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was fierce and demanding, his lips and tongue claiming mine with an intensity that left me breathless.
I stepped forward up to Leon, his hand reached out brushing lightly against my waist as he leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was fierce and demanding, his lips and tongue claiming mine with an intensity that left me breathless.
As we kissed, Leon thrust into Scott’s mouth with a rough insistent rhythm, making Scott gag, but he didn’t falter. His devotion was unwavering, and I felt a strange mix of admiration and arousal as I ran my fingers through his hair, murmuring soft encouragement. Each gag only seemed to fuel Leon’s dominance, his groans deepening with pleasure.
I sank to my knees beside Scott, my hands brushing against his as we worked together to please Leon. This was my first true look at Leon’s cock, and it was magnificent, long, thick, and adorned with veins that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. The girth alone was intimidating, and I couldn’t help but let my fingers trace along its length, marvelling at the heat and hardness beneath my touch.
Scott’s tongue danced along the shaft, his lips creating a slick path as I joined in, running my tongue around the sensitive underside. Together, we explored him, our movements fluid and instinctive as we shared the task of worshipping his cock. Leon’s hand moved to the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me forward. His dominance was intoxicating, but there was a gentleness in his touch that sent shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, you two are incredible,” Leon groaned, his voice thick with lust. His words only spurred us on. I wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue as Scott continued to work the base, his hands stroking with practiced ease. The combination of our efforts had Leon trembling, his hips twitching involuntarily as we pushed him closer to the edge.
Leon pulled back, his voice raw with restraint. “Fuck, stop. I’m going to explode, and I have so much more I want to do before that happens. Scott, fuck your wife like I fucked you. I want a show.”
Scott wasted no time. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees. Without hesitation, he spat onto my ass, the warmth of his saliva sending a shiver up my spine. His fingers moved deftly, spreading it around, preparing me with expert care. The sensation of his fingers circling and teasing my puckered entrance sent jolts of anticipation through me, leaving me breathless.
Above me, Leon loomed like a god of desire. His massive cock stood proudly, slick and glistening, an enticing reminder of the pleasure yet to come. His dark, intense gaze stayed fixed on me, his lips curving into a knowing grin as he watched my husband’s fingers plunge deeper, stretching me and coaxing me to relax.
Scott positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. The pressure built until the tip slid past the tight ring of muscle, making us both moan in unison. The stretch was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping. My gaze locked onto Leon, his dominance and approval radiating down on me.
“Come on, babe,” I teased breathlessly. “When I came in, Leon wasn’t being this gentle with you.”
Scott let out a low, feral laugh at my challenge. Without warning, he thrust forward with more force, burying himself deeper. The sudden intensity made me cry out, my body arching into his movements. He pulled back, only to plunge in again, his pace relentless and punishing in the best way.
Leon’s grin widened as he stroked his cock leisurely, his hand gliding over its length in time with Scott’s thrusts. “That’s it,” Leon said, his voice rich with approval. “Scott, show her how it’s done. I want to see her scream.”
Scott didn’t need any further encouragement. His grip on my hips tightened as he drove into me with an intensity that left me trembling. The air was filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, my breathless cries, and Leon’s deep, satisfied groans as he watched us.
“Look at her,” Leon murmured, his voice thick with desire. “She’s taking it so well. You really are something, Alice.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself pushing back against Scott’s thrusts, meeting him halfway. The room seemed to pulse with heat and desire, every movement pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Scott laughed, thrusting the rest of his length in more roughly making me gasp before pulling back out and plunging back in again. My eyes rolled back in my head as he ploughed into me over and over.
I couldn’t help but cry out, the sensations overwhelming. My gaze was still fixed on Leon, who towered above us, his cock still glistening from Scott’s mouth. He stroked it slowly, his movements deliberate as he drank in the sight of us.
Leon crouched down in front of me, his face inches from mine. He reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek before trailing down to my lips. “Open,” he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation. He slid his thumb into my mouth, pressing it against my tongue. “Good girl,” he purred, his approval sending another wave of heat through me.
I sucked on his thumb, my eyes locked on his as Scott continued to take me from behind, his cock driving deeper with every thrust. Leon’s thumb withdrew, replaced a moment later by the swollen head of his cock. I moaned, the salty taste of him filling my mouth as he eased in slowly, letting me take him inch by inch.
“That’s it,” Leon groaned, his hand tangling in my hair to guide me. “Take me, Alice. Show me how much you want this.”
The combined sensations were almost too much to bear, Scott’s relentless pace, the fullness of Leon in my mouth, the heat and intensity of their eyes on me. My body trembled, pleasure building to an unbearable peak as I gave myself over completely to the moment.
“Fuck, she’s amazing,” Scott gasped, his rhythm becoming erratic. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
Leon’s grip on my hair tightened slightly, his thrusts into my mouth growing bolder. “Make her come, Scott. I want to see her shatter before you finish.”
Scott reached down, his fingers sliding over my slit and finding the spot that sent me over the edge. The pressure, the heat, the relentless pace, it all came crashing down in a tidal wave of pleasure that left me shaking, my cries muffled as I took Leon’s cock in my mouth.
As my body spasmed with release, Leon pulled free, his cock glistening and pulsing. “Not done yet,” he said, his voice filled with promise. “We’ve only just begun.”
Leon stepped forward, his hand gripping Scott’s shoulder firmly. “Come here.” he commanded, his tone laced with authority. Without hesitation, Scott pulled out, his cock still slick and glistening as he complied.
Before I could catch my breath, Leon positioned himself behind Scott, his hands sliding over his hips possessively. “Your turn,” he growled, the sound primal and electric. He pressed the head of his cock against Scott’s entrance, not waiting long before pushing in, the intensity of the act palpable as Scott gasped, gripping the bench for support.
I knelt there, watching them with a mix of awe and lingering heat. The sight of Leon taking Scott so completely, the raw passion of their movements, reignited the flames coursing through me. My hand instinctively trailed downward, my fingers finding the slick heat between my thighs as I watched, utterly captivated by the display before me.
I reached over, sliding my free hand beneath Scott to grasp his cock. It was hot, slick, and throbbing in my palm, pulsing with the rhythm of Leon’s relentless thrusts. Scott moaned deeply as I began to stroke him, my fingers curling tightly around his length. The combination of Leon pounding into him and my touch seemed to drive him to the brink, his hips bucking helplessly into my hand.
The sight of my husband so utterly lost in the pleasure Leon was giving him was intoxicating. Every moan, every gasp from Scott was matched by the guttural grunts of Leon as he thrust harder, his hands gripping Scott’s hips with a possessive intensity.
Scott’s cock throbbed harder in my hand, and I felt the tell tale pulse that signalled his impending release. “Oh, fuck, Alice,” he gasped, his voice strained. With one final thrust from Leon, Scott cried out, his cock twitching violently as he came in long, hot ribbons. The first spurt hit the bench beneath him, the second splashed onto the floor, and the rest coated my hand as I continued to stroke him through his orgasm.
I watched, mesmerised by the raw display of pleasure, the way his body trembled as he collapsed forward slightly, still gasping for breath. My own arousal surged again as I brought my cum-slicked hand to my lips, tasting him as I met Leon’s gaze. The hunger in Leon’s eyes was unmistakable.
Leon loomed over me, leaving Scott to catch his breath. He moved his powerful frame, casting a shadow that seemed to envelop me entirely. His dark eyes burned with intensity, locking onto mine as he positioned himself. I felt the broad head of his cock press against my entrance, the sheer size of him making me shiver in anticipation. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, spreading me wider, and the possessiveness in his touch sent a jolt of heat through my body.
With deliberate force, Leon pushed forward, his cock stretching me inch by inch. A low moan escaped my lips as he filled me, the sensation both overwhelming and intoxicating. The thickness of him was unlike anything I had ever felt, every nerve in my body alight as he claimed me fully. My back arched instinctively, my body surrendering to the incredible fullness.
“You feel so fucking good,” Leon groaned, his voice rough and raw. He began to move, slow at first, letting me adjust to his size, but it wasn’t long before his pace quickened. Each thrust was powerful, deliberate, and deep, his hips slamming against mine in a rhythm that left me gasping.
The wet slapping sound filled the room, mingling with my cries and his guttural groans. My hands clutched at the bench beneath me, desperate for something to ground myself against the relentless onslaught of pleasure. The way Leon moved, confident, controlled, and utterly dominant, made me feel completely owned, and I loved every second of it.
“You’re taking me so fucking well,” Leon growled, his hands sliding up to grip my hips tightly, pulling me back onto his cock with every relentless thrust. “This is what you’ve been dreaming of, isn’t it? You wanted to be fucked like this, you wanted this cock deep inside you.”
“Yes!” I gasped, my voice trembling with desperation. “God, yes, Leon. I need you to ruin me. Fuck me harder!”
He leaned over me, his chest brushing against my back as his lips found my ear. “Then take it,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. The intensity of his words sent me spiralling further into the depths of ecstasy, my body trembling as he drove me closer to the edge.
He was fucking me hard, pounding into me with a ferocity that left me gasping and screaming. “God, Leon! You’re so much better than Scott!” The words spilled from my lips in a haze of pleasure, barely registering the weight of what I’d said. But Scott heard. He stirred next to us, his eyes blazing with a mixture of jealousy and desire.
The next thing I knew, Scott rose up and moved behind Leon, his hands gripping Leon’s muscular hips as they moved with relentless rhythm. “Fuck my wife, will you?” Scott growled, his voice low and challenging. “Then it’s only fair I fuck you too.”
Leon’s eyes widened, his rhythm faltering for the briefest moment as he felt Scott’s cock pressing against his entrance. “You want to join the fun? Then do it,” Leon growled back, his tone daring and laced with lust. With a firm push, Scott entered him, his cock sliding in inch by inch, forcing a deep groan from Leon’s lips.
“Holy fuck,” Leon groaned, his hips driving into me harder as Scott matched his rhythm from behind. The room was filled with the raw sounds of pleasure, the sound bodies colliding, Leon’s low grunts, and Scott’s possessive growls as he fucked him with the same intensity. Each thrust pushed Leon deeper into me, filling me completely, the dual sensations driving me to the brink of madness.
“That’s it,” Scott hissed, his voice thick with lust. “Let’s see if you can handle both of us at once.” He pulled Leon’s hips back forcefully before slamming into him again, the force reverberating through all three of us. Leon groaned louder, his cock twitching inside me as he was claimed from behind.
Leon gasped, his hands tightening on my hips as he pounded into me with renewed vigor, his own arousal heightening with Scott’s relentless assault. I moaned uncontrollably, my body quaking under their combined force, every nerve alive with ecstasy. The overwhelming pleasure built in waves, and I knew none of us would last much longer.
Leon came first, his cock jerking violently as he erupted inside me. Each pulse sent thick, hot waves of his cum spilling deep into my pussy, the heat of it spreading through me like liquid fire. I could feel every spasm of his release, the sheer volume of it overwhelming and intoxicating. The sensation of being filled so completely, claimed so thoroughly, pushed me to the brink.
The thought of Leon shooting his load inside me, marking me as his, all while my husband fucked him from behind, sent me over the edge. My body clenched around him as my orgasm tore through me, an explosion of pleasure that left me trembling and crying out uncontrollably. My vision blurred, my mind consumed by the raw, animalistic intensity of the moment, every nerve alight as I milked him for every last drop. The room echoed with my screams and his guttural groans, a symphony of shared ecstasy.
As we both collapsed, Scott grabbed Leon and pulled him roughly, positioning his cock at Leon’s mouth. Without hesitation, Scott pushed in, his cock pushing past Leon’s lips with a confidence and dominance that left me breathless. Leon’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but he quickly relaxed, relaxing his mouth wider to take Scott deeper.
Scott gripped the sides of Leon’s head firmly, guiding him as he began thrusting in and out of his mouth with a raw, primal force. “Yeah, take it,” Scott growled, his voice low and feral. “Suck my cock like you’ve been wanting to.”
The sound of Scott’s cock sliding into Leon’s mouth, coupled with the wet, sloppy noises of Leon’s eager tongue, filled the room, adding another layer to the already intense heat between us. I slid up beside Scott, my hand running up his chest, tracing the sweat-slicked muscles as I leaned into his ear.
“Oh baby,” I whispered, my voice dripping with teasing encouragement, “are you jealous I said he could fuck me better than you? Is that why you’re taking control now? Because you need to prove to me just how much of a man you are?”
Scott’s response was a guttural groan as he thrust harder, his cock driving deeper into Leon’s throat. Leon didn’t falter, his hands gripping Scott’s thighs as he moaned around the intrusion, the vibrations making Scott gasp. The sight of their dynamic sent a fresh wave of arousal through me, and I couldn’t help but let my hands wander over Scott’s taut, flexing muscles, praising him with a breathy, “God, you’re so fucking hot.”
His darkened eyes were full of determination and lust. He pushed me to the floor next to Leon with a commanding force that made my heart race. “Stay right there,” he ordered, his voice thick with authority. I obeyed, kneeling back on my heels with my chest heaving as I watched him fuck Leon s face.
Scott pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with Leon’s saliva as he started to stroke his cock furiously, his gaze darting between Leon’s flushed face and my eager one.
With a deep, guttural groan, Scott’s cock erupted, thick streams of cum shooting out in long, hot ribbons. The first splashed across my face, the warmth spreading over my cheek and lips. Another coated Leon’s jaw and neck as Scott angled himself, ensuring we were both marked. I moaned softly, running my fingers over the sticky warmth on my face before licking it off slowly, my eyes never leaving Scott’s. “You’re so fucking sexy when you take control,” I murmured, my voice heavy with approval. “That was so hot, baby.”
Leon, equally coated, licked his lips, his dark eyes flicking up at Scott with a smirk. “Didn’t know you had that in you,” he teased, his voice hoarse but full of satisfaction.
Scott, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stood over us, the raw power of his dominance hanging thick in the air. Only slightly dampened after he gave a shy grin “Neither did I.”
