The Older Man

This story is about the only time I cheated on my then boyfriend, who eventually became my husband.

Tom and I regularly went to the gym together. Having athletic backgrounds, neither of us were strangers to weight lifting or weight training.

I loved Tom very much and our sex life was great. We had a sex bucket list, and we were steadily working our way through it. From time to time, items would be added to keep our love fresh and exciting.

It was a Wednesday evening when we walked through the turnstile of the gym at 7:45pm. As Tom was putting our stuff into a locker, I was looking around the gym. There was an older man power walking on the treadmill, head down, and dripping with sweat. Even though he wore baggy clothes, his musculature was clearly visible as he moved. I guessed he was somewhere between 40 and 50 years old. His beard and hair were grey but short, suggesting he shaved recently. One more glance before Tom was finished revealed a well developed upper body.

As Tom and I began our workout, I found myself scanning the gym looking for my old man between my sets. Each time I found him, my body rewarded me with a shot of adrenaline.

If the old man's stature caught my attention, his strength began to pull me in. The weights he was moving were bending the bar. At one point, he had over 220kg on the bar and deadlifted it with ease. I was in awe.

"Oh my god," I thought as my body dumped another shot of adrenaline into my system. This time, I felt my pussy getting wet, and I was thankful that I wore a panty liner.

As we finished each exercise, I scanned the room for my old man. This was getting dangerous and I almost got caught.

"Who are you looking at?" Tom asked as I was staring at the old man.

"Look at the guy on the chest fly machine. He is pulling the entire stack," I skillfully answered.

"Jesus, that's 300kg!" Tom exclaimed.

Once the old man was finished, I watched him walk to the exit. He had the best ass I've ever seen on a man. Perfectly round and pure muscle. My pussy and my thoughts got very excited after that. I knew my pussy was wet as I had begun to squirm.

I saw him a few more times after that night in the gym, and each time my pussy went crazy.

It was a few months after my first sighting, that I got myself in trouble. Tom had to work late, so I went to the gym alone. As usual, I scanned the gym and found my old man chatting with one of the personal trainers and his class. I heard the personal trainer ask the group to guess the old man's age. I took an extended break between sets so that I could hear the answer.

"He is 62," the PT said smiling.

"WHAT!? NO WAY!" they said in unison.

"WHAT?" I thought. My pussy went into overdrive. As the huge amount of adrenaline flowed through my body, my pussy went into hyper drive, throbbing as if I was about to get fucked.

To calm myself down, I focused very hard on my workout. By the end of it, I realised that I had pushed much more weight than I would have normally. I chuckled with a sense of accomplishment, and made my way to the exit. As I searched for my pin, the old man came up beside me. The adrenaline shot, coupled with the huge air intake, made me drop my phone.

"There you go, beautiful," he said in a deep voice as he gave me my phone. My mouth moved but no sound came out. All I ended up doing was smiling. As I got outside, the old man was waiting for me.

"Hi, I'm Reggie," he said, extending his hand to me.

"I'm Sophia," I replied as I held his hand.

I was going to catch the bus home since Tom was at work. However, when Reggie asked if I would like a lift, I accepted. I knew what was going to happen, but I seemed powerless to stop it.

"Yes please," I replied. "My workout was brutal today," I continued.

As we drove, I got this sudden urge to pee. I tried to hold it but I was losing the battle.

"Reggie, can you stop by the mall. I need to pee badly," I said, trying hard not to wet myself.

"OK," he said.

We pulled into the car park and I made a dash for the toilets. It was about half an hour before closing time and there was not a lot of people around. The entrances to the toilets were side by side. I was so focused on not wetting myself, that I went through the first door I got to. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, it was the men's toilet. I flew into the disabled toilet and made it just in time. When I opened the door to leave the cubicle, Reggie stepped in.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked.

"You're in the men's toilet," he said as he dropped his shorts.

I was shocked at the fact that I was in the wrong toilet, and shocked at the sight of a huge, black cock pointing up at me. Before I could come to terms with my situation, Reggie pulled my leggings and panty down, turned me around, and slid that huge cock into my pussy. Having only fucked two men up until this point, I was not prepared for the fucking I got.

Reggie placed his hand over my mouth as he began to push his cock into me. I made such a racket that covering my mouth was a good idea. The length and girth was like nothing I had ever felt. The pain his cock caused was so intense that I placed my hand on his hip, trying to stop him. When he was balls deep, he stopped moving and the pain began to be replaced with pleasure. Once my brain registered the pleasure, I involuntarily began to fuck the cock inside me.

I moved slowly at first, but as the pleasure ramped up, I moved faster and faster. Reggie was matching my strokes. With my pussy opened up, he was pounding me. My first orgasm hit me hard. The combination of the huge cock I was taking, and the risk of being caught, made my orgasm so powerful that my knees buckled as I came. Luckily, Reggie had a good grip of my hips.

The next ten minutes or so was a blur. I came so much in that short space of time that I didn't even notice that someone had opened the door to the cubicle. Reggie was pounding his way to his orgasm, and when he announced he was cumming, he thankfully pulled out. When I looked back, I saw a man with half of Reggie's cock down his throat. The man was the cleaner, and from the way he was swallowing every drop of sperm, it was clear that toilets weren't the only thing he cleaned. I was intrigued by what I saw but too tired to say anything.

Reggie's cock had become soft before the cleaner stopped sucking. When Reggie finally pulled his cock out of the cleaners' mouth, the man spoke.

"Thank you, honey," looking directly at me. "I've been trying to get that cock in my mouth for everrrr," he said.

"I have seen him sucking the cocks of many men in here but I had never let him come near me, until now," Reggie said.

"I usually charge but for that lovely cock, I should pay him," the gay man continued. I chuckled and we left the toilet.

No words were spoken for the rest of my journey. I rested my hand on his leg as a sign of gratitude and when we got to my house, I squeezed his leg and thanked him for everything.

I didn't see Reggie for over a month. I'm not sure if he was avoiding me but when I did see him again in the gym, I found it hard to focus. I tried hard not to stare at him but when I saw his cock had grown in his bottoms, the feeling of that cock inside me came flooding back. I took a sharp breath which led my boyfriend to ask if I'm okay.

I drank some water and said "hiccups."