18 - The Trainer #3
Emily turned to look at Greg, her expression a mixture of uncertainty and something else—anticipation? Her eyes were questioning, searching his face for a reaction. She was waiting for him to object, to stop what was clearly about to happen.
When he remained silent, something shifted in her eyes. Understanding dawned, followed by a new boldness. It was as if his inaction had answered a question she’d been afraid to ask.
She turned back to Tyler, setting down her water bottle with deliberate slowness. Her movements had changed, becoming more languid, more sensual.
“What’s next?” she asked, her voice husky.
Tyler’s smile was predatory. “Let me show you.” He led her to a padded exercise mat in the center of the room, positioning her on her back. The mat was directly in Greg’s line of sight, ensuring he would miss nothing of what was about to happen.
“This is an advanced stretch,” Tyler explained, kneeling between her legs. “It’s going to open up your hips in ways you’ve never felt before.”
Greg watched as Tyler placed his hands on Emily’s thighs, spreading them wider than necessary for any stretch Greg had ever seen. Emily’s breath caught, her eyes locked on Tyler’s face.
“Relax into it,” Tyler murmured, leaning over her. “Let me take control.”
Emily’s eyes fluttered closed, but not before she glanced once more at Greg. The look was impossible to interpret—was it apology? Permission? Defiance? Greg couldn’t tell. All he knew was that she was silently communicating something important, something that transcended words.
Tyler’s hands moved with confident precision, sliding along Emily’s body with the familiarity of someone who understood exactly how to elicit a response. Emily’s back arched, her lips parting in a silent gasp.
Tyler’s hands roamed over Emily’s body with confident precision.
He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
“That’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so well, Emily.
” His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.
Emily was completely at Tyler’s mercy, and she’d never felt so alive.
Tyler glanced over at Greg, his expression smug and victorious.
He knew he’d won, that Greg was powerless to stop what was happening.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached up and grasped Emily’s breast, squeezing gently.
“Isn’t she beautiful like this, Greg? So responsive, so eager to please. ”
Emily’s eyes fluttered open, locking with Greg’s gaze. There was a challenge in her eyes, a dare for him to intervene. But Greg remained silent, frozen in place, his face a mask of conflicting emotions.
Tyler noticed the exchange, a smirk spreading across his face.
He leaned in closer to Emily, his lips brushing against her neck.
“Your husband’s being very quiet, Emily.
I wonder what he’s thinking.” He slid his hand down her abdomen before dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings.
Emily gasped, her hips lifting instinctively.
Tyler’s touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
He looked back at Greg, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “Maybe he likes watching. Maybe this is what he’s always wanted.” Tyler’s fingers found Emily’s center, stroking her gently. She moaned softly, her head falling back against the mat.
Greg watched, his breath coming in short gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should stop this, but he couldn’t seem to move, couldn’t seem to speak.
Tyler glanced at him, a knowing look in his eye. “See how wet she is for me, Greg? She’s dripping.” He slid a finger inside Emily, then another, pumping slowly. Emily’s hips bucked against his hand, her body craving more.
Tyler leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Tell your husband how it feels, Emily. Tell him how much you love my fingers inside you.”
Emily’s breath hitched, her voice trembling as she spoke, “Oh God, Greg … it feels so good. Tyler’s fingers …
they’re filling me up, stretching me.” She looked at Greg, her eyes glazed with pleasure, a hint of defiance in her gaze.
“He knows how to touch me, how to make me feel things you never could.”
Tyler moved his fingers faster, circling Emily’s clit with his thumb. She cried out, her body tensing, on the verge of orgasm.
Tyler glanced at Greg, still wearing that smug smile. “She’s close, Greg. Want to hear her scream my name?”
Greg opened his mouth, as if to speak, but no words came out. He was paralyzed, torn between his desire to stop this and his morbid fascination with what was happening.
Emily’s moans grew louder, her body convulsing as Tyler brought her to the edge. With a final thrust of his fingers, he sent her over, her orgasm crashing through her. Emily screamed Tyler’s name, her voice echoing through the gym.
Greg watched, his face pale, his hands clenched into fists as Tyler pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and sucking Emily’s juices off with a satisfied grin.
“Delicious. Want a taste, Greg?”
Greg’s stomach turned at the offer, but he couldn’t look away.
Tyler chuckled, wiping his fingers on Emily’s leggings. Then he stood up, his erection evident through his gym shorts.
Emily’s eyes widened at seeing it, her tongue unconsciously darting out to wet her lips.
Tyler smirked, untying his shorts and letting them fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, long, and thick, and perfect. Emily’s gaze was locked on it, her breath coming in short gasps.
Tyler looked back at Greg again, his expression challenging. “You ever see a real man before, Greg? One who can actually satisfy your wife?”
Greg’s face flushed with humiliation and rage. He knew he should leave, should put an end to this, but he was rooted to the spot.
Tyler stepped closer to Emily, wrapping his hand around his shaft. He pumped slowly, his eyes locked on Greg’s. “She’s going to suck my cock now, Greg. She’s going to take me deep, just like she used to with you … before you got soft.”
Emily looked up at Tyler, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flicking to Greg. But when he didn’t move, didn’t speak, she leaned forward and took Tyler into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” Tyler groaned, threading his hand through her hair. “Suck it just like that.”
Greg watched in horrified fascination as Emily took Tyler deeper, her lips stretching around his thick girth.
Tyler thrust his hips thrust forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and Emily gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.
Instead, she relaxed her throat, taking him even deeper.
Tyler groaned, his head falling back in pleasure. He looked at Greg, his expression a mix of triumph and contempt. “Fuck, her mouth feels so good. You ever make her take you this deep, Greg?”
Emily’s eyes met Greg’s, a silent challenge in her gaze, daring him to stop this, to claim her, to prove that he was still her husband. But Greg remained silent, his body betraying his arousal, even as his mind screamed at him to intervene.
“I bet you never could,” Tyler continued, his voice dripping with disdain.
Emily pulled back, gasping for air. Strings of saliva connected her lips to Tyler’s cock. She looked at Greg, her eyes pleading, challenging, daring him to say something, to do something. But Greg remained silent, his face a mask of conflicting emotions.
Tyler smirked, grabbing Emily’s hair and pulling her back onto his cock.
“He doesn’t deserve you, Emily. He never did.
” With that, Tyler started fucking her mouth in earnest, slamming his hips against her face.
Emily’s eyes watered, her makeup running down her cheeks, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Tyler’s thighs, holding on as he used her mouth.
“Look at him, Emily,” Tyler panted out, his voice strained with pleasure. “Look at the pathetic excuse for a husband you have.”
Emily’s gaze snapped to Greg, her eyes filled with a mix of shame, arousal, and defiance. She stared at him as Tyler continued to fuck her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.
Greg could see the tears streaming down her face, the way her makeup was smeared, the desperate grip she had on Tyler’s thighs. And yet, despite the humiliation of the situation, there was a part of him that was aroused by it. A part of him that wanted to see how far this would go.
Tyler pulled Emily off his cock, panting heavily. He looked at Greg, a smug grin on his face. “She’s all yours now, Greg. Come claim your wife.”
Emily stood on shaky legs, her chest heaving. She looked at Greg expectantly, waiting to see what he would do. The ball was in his court now.
Tyler chuckled, wrapping his hand around his shaft.
He pumped slowly, his eyes locked on Greg’s.
“You’re right; I’m not done with her yet.
Not until I’ve marked her as mine.” He pulled Emily close, gripping her chin with his other hand.
Then he turned her face to Greg, forcing her to look at her husband as he brought himself to the edge.
“I’m going to come all over her face, Greg.
I’m going to cover her in my seed, claim her as my own. ”
Emily’s breath hitched, her eyes wide as she stared at Greg. She was trembling, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her.
Tyler’s grip on her chin tightened, his hips jerking forward as he reached his climax. “Fuck, Emily … take it … take it all …” Tyler’s cock pulsed as he came, his hot seed spilling onto her face.
Emily closed her eyes, her mouth open in a silent scream as Tyler’s cum coated her cheeks, her forehead, her lips.
Greg watched, his stomach churning with a mix of disgust and arousal. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of his wife, marked and claimed by another man.