My Bully Took My Wife Pt. 01

"Black or red one?" Kayla asked.

The red one was shorter and clung. I already knew which one she would choose.

"Red," I said.

She smiled and packed the red dress in the suitcase. My wife and I were packing for my college reunion over the weekend. She was excited to see where I studied and people I went to college with.

Ten years of marriage and Kayla still took my breath. Regular pilates and gym had kept her in shape. Her obsession with her glutes workout routine has ensured her ass is round and full. She liked wearinf clothes that showed it off. She would usually be dressed in tight leggings or shorts and a sports bra.

Kayla worked independently and ran her own Marketing Consulting firm. She dressed quite provocatively for client meetings in tight dresses with low backs and deep necklines. My favourite was when she would wear a shirt with top 2 buttons open and teamed that up with a skirt that reaches mid thigh. Men would stare at her but it made me proud. She liked it and she knew that I liked it too.

After packing was done, we both sat on the couch.

"You are quiet. Are you nervous or just wxcited?" she asked me.

"Both," I said.

She didn't say anything and waited for me to continue.

"There was a guy from college. Marcus."

Her eyebrows lifted a little.

"Never heard the name."

"Ya. I have never mentioned him."

"He was a lot. He was a big and loud guy."

"What did he do?"

"Nothing... constant stuff. He would call me names or trip me. He would intentionally spill things on my notes."

She tilted her head.

"That is not everything. You are leaving something out."

"It is old. It does not matter."

"It matters enough that you are still thinking about it fifteen years later."

I exhaled.

"It was the senior year spring formal after-party at a lake house. Marcus got a crowd watching. There were maybe twenty people including girls from my classes. He grabbed me from behind and yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles in one pull."

I was speaking fast.

"He kept one hand locked on the waistband so I could not pull them up. With the other he pointed at my cock and laughed."

Kayla had covered her mouth with hands. I continued.

"He said it looked like a partially inflated party balloon and it explained why I never had a girlfriend

"He asked the room if anyone wanted to measure it for science. Someone actually tossed him a ruler from the kitchen drawer. He held it up next to me while people took pictures."

Kayla's eyes were wide. She spoke.

"He measured you in front of everyone?"

"Yes."

"And you just stood there?"

I felt embarrassed by Kayla's question and looked down.

"I could not move. He had my clothes locked around my ankles and his forearm across my chest."

"When he finally let go he shoved me. I tripped over my own pants and fell. My cock was still out. People laughed.

"He then stepped over me and told the room that if any of the girls were curious what a real one looked like, he was available for comparison. Then he walked off. I had to pull my clothes from the floor as people watched."

Kayla was silent.

"And he made sure every person at the college knew about it."

"Did the pictures spread?"

"Yes. I became a laughing stock and people would call me shrimp dick."

It felt like I was about to cry. Kayla came closer and put my head on her chest.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't tell anyone."

"I am going with you. You are not walking into that room alone. Whatever he tries this time, I am right there. It'll be fine."

She kissed me on the lips. It was a gentle kiss which is a norm for us nowadays.

I felt lucky to have Kayla in my life. Not only was she extremely hot, she was successful at work. She bought in more money than me. But I was never insecure about it and she really appreciated that.

She also calls the shots in our relationship. She was the one who decided where we lived, when we traveled, where we ate, what we watched on TV or how the house looked. I handled the logistics and execution. It worked for both of us.

We went inside the bedroom. Her affection had me buzzing and I tried to touch her. She moved my hand away saying she is not in a mood. I didn't push.

Sex had never been a strong part in our relationship. In the beginning we tried. But my size and stamina left both of us frustrated. We still kissed. We still slept cuddled up. Sometimes she would let me go down on her until she finished. But the real fucking never really happened and attempt to try stopped as well. She assured me sex was not important and I am special in my own ways. She ordered a few sex toys and used them when she felt like it.

We had an early morning flight. Kayla was looking sexy in a white sports bra and matching scrunch shorts. The sports bra pushed her breasts up and together and shorts accentuated her ass perfectly.

The flight was uneventful and we checked into our hotel when we reached it without trouble. As soon as we reached our room, Kayla unzipped her carry-on and started pulling things out with purpose.

"I am going to the gym."

I watched her change into another of her active wear sets. She had put on one of my favourite sets of hers. It was a blush pink micro crop which didn't cover most of her tits and was just a thin strap at the back. The shorts were tiny and dug into her shapely ass. The material was clingy almost like a second skin and she didn't wear any underwear. She looked unreal.

She caught me staring.

"What?"

"Just thinking how lucky I am," I said.

She smiled and kissed me

"You look wiped. I'll be back in an hour. You rest till then."

"Okay. Have fun."

I was tired and dozed off.

I woke to the sound of the key card and the door opening. Kayla was glowing. Her hair was a little messy. There were droplets of sweat on her body including her tits. She looked happy.

"Good workout?" I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows.

"Really good," she said as she dropped her phone and key card on the desk.

"Exactly what I needed."

She climbed onto the mattress and kissed me deeply.

"I am still buzzing," she whispered against my mouth.

"Get down here and lick me."

I accepted the invitation readily.

She lifted her hips so I could peel the tight shorts down her legs. The scent of her was stronger after the workout and it made my cock twitch. I settled between her thighs and started to lick her.

She was already wet and moaned when my tongue touched her.

My own cock was hard. I started to rub it on the sheet without pulling it out.

She wrapped both her legs around my head and locked my head. I buried my face deeper and increased the pace of my tongue.

"Just like that," she breathed.

"Don't stop."

We both cummed within seconds of each other. I cummed inside my shorts while she cummed on my tongue. For a long minute neither of us moved.

Kayla's hand stroked through my hair.

"That was perfect. Exactly what I needed."

She then went to take a shower as we prepared for reunion drinks and dinner in the evening. I smiled in anticipation of showing off my hot wife to everyone.

***Kayla's version

The hotel gym was nice and well equipped. I was mid-set when a man walked in.

He was tall and broad through the shoulders and chest. He had a thick and powerful build that comes from years of serious lifting. He caught me looking at him and gave me a smile. I tried to avert my looks. He walked towards me as my heart beat faster.

"Can we share?" he asked.

"Of course," I said.

He put in so many plates for squats and crushed his set without any sweat. He was a gentleman and helped me put the right plates for my set. When I could not go beyond 3 reps, he positioned behind me and held me by my bare waist.

"Brace hard," he whispered near my ear.

"I have got you."

He high fived me when I was done. I said thank you.

For my next set, he insisted I go heavier and he positioned himself very close. I could feel his crotch against my ass. His presence behind me was impossible to ignore. I could feel vibrations in my body due to his heat, size and the faint clean scent of his skin.

"You are strong," he said after my set was done.

His eyes dropped to my cleavage and he checked out my entire body openly with confidence.

"And you have got a body that makes the work look good."

I blushed and could only muster a few words.

"I try."

He grinned.

"It's working."

We moved around the gym for the remainder of the workout. He pushed me to lift beyond what I usually lift. It felt like an excuse to touch me and move his strong hands around my body. I didn't mind it.

We spoke quite a lot as well. He told a funny story about a disastrous group project from senior year that had me laughing hard. I told him some funny client stories.

I also checked him out a lot. The way his arms flexed when he reached for his water bottle or the thickness of his thighs under the shorts. For a moment I also imagined those thighs pushing my legs apart and him on top of me. He looked like the kind of guy who could pick me up and fuck me against a wall without breaking a sweat.

I checked my phone and it has been 2 hours.

"I should get back," I said.

"Husband's upstairs resting."

"Lucky guy," he said.

His gaze traveled over my body again. It's slow and appreciative.

"Maybe I'll see you at the drinks later."

"Maybe."

I walked out of the gym still smiling. My pulse is a little too quick. I could feel him staring at my ass but I didn't turn and check. The trip's start has provided an unexpected but pleasant surprise.