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- Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Sophie is a mother of two, who's husband Frank, seems to have lost all sexual interest in. She's had a bit of trouble getting rid of some weight after having her second child and Frank is very passive aggressive with his comments for her to lose it. He even buys her classes for a local Pilates and yoga gym.
She decides to try it out and finds that her instructor is a well built, big, black beast of a man. He flirts with her, making her feel like she once did, uncaring about her weight. As he continues flirting with her while getting her warmed up, she notices quite a large outline bulging from between his legs. The two head over to a machine to start her workout and things go in quite the interesting direction...
Does her big black instructor work her out or can she keep up in this hot, intense session?
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The sounds of thumping woke me, pulling me out from whatever dreams were swimming within my head. I sighed and slowly opened my eyes as I instantly recognized the sound. It seemed my son was awake and running at full speed down the halls.
This in turn, made my daughter cry in her crib. I turned around and tapped my husband on the shoulder. He was oblivious, somehow sleeping through the whole ordeal. After attempting to wake him again, I shook my head and rolled out of bed.
I made my way to the hall and looked over to see my son stop in his tracks. He knew he did something wrong.
"Jake, what did I tell you about running in the morning?" I asked.
"I... I don't know," he replied, staring at the ground.
"I said no running. Now go back to your room and get ready for school," I ordered, my voice annoyed but stern.
He nodded as I made my way to the other room. My daughter was wailing away in her crib, screaming. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms until she fell asleep again.
I had planned on sleeping in while my husband got Jake ready for school but it seemed that at this point, I was wide awake. A slight bit of anger rose up from within me but I closed my eyes and counted to ten, calming myself. Ever since having our daughter, my husband seemed more distant, or rather, the right word would have been, lazier.
I walked into the bedroom to see him still laid out and again, shook my head. After purposely slamming the bathroom door shut, I turned on the shower and began undressing while the water warmed up. I wasn't sure if slamming the door even had any sort of effect on my husband.
While the water slowly warmed up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was no longer in my youthful shape. For some reason or another, after having my second child, my body refused to lose weight, no matter how hard I tried. It didn't help that my husband seemed to agree with the assessment as opposed to complimenting me.
As the bathroom mirror began to slowly fog up, I quickly turned on the bathroom fan and stepped into the shower. The hot water rushed by my skin, washing away the anger and frustration. I quickly placed my face under the running water, trying to think of different thoughts.
My husband had gotten me a membership to a private Pilates and yoga package as a "birthday gift" but it felt more like an insult. A little passive aggressive way of telling me to get in shape. I ran my hand through my hair as I wanted him to feel the pain of having to go through labor and the nine months preceding it... twice.
And yet, I had scheduled an appointment with the instructor. He did have great reviews on online review sites and I hoped it would help relieve the stress that had been building up. It also helped that my mom wanted to visit and take care of my daughter today.
The door abruptly opened and my husband strolled in, his hair a mess. He walked straight to the toilet and I pounded on the shower window.
"Really? I'm still in the shower," I said.
"Oh, good morning," he said as he scratched his ass.
"You know we have another bathroom," I said.
"Yeah, but this one's closer," he replied with a smile.
"Damn it Frank!"
"What? It's not you haven't seen it before?" Frank replied.
"But it's still not something I want to see," I groaned.
He shrugged, finished and flushed the toilet. The hot water turned hotter, feeling as though it was searing my skin. I quickly hopped to the side, rubbing my body [...]
