The Professional Bull

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The Professional Bull

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Roy was at the weight section of the gym while his wife Pam worked a steady pace on the elliptical. Her tight 5'6" frame was in this hot black romper and a purple tank top. Her wavy light copper hair was up in cute black scrunchy as she got her burn on. Man, her ass looked amazing right now. Pam knew all the right workouts to do to extenuate her feminine beauty. She worked her Glutes, legs, and thighs and of course, got a ton of cardio to keep that body tight for her husband. Roy couldn't take his eyes off her ass, he would watch that ass do anything.

She looked so tiny and pale next to the guy Roy noticed always worked out next to Pam. He was this big black guy, built, dark, just annihilating the treadmill next to the elliptical. He was wearing one of those show-off tank tops cut super deep to the inside so guys who wore them could show off their hard-earned abs. With her five miles done, Pam finished her workout and went to wipe her machine. And, of course, by total coincidence, the black guy finished as well. Roy watched one eye on his beautiful wife, and the other eye on the black man.

He saw him turn to her, lift his arms and hold his towel around his neck as he started talking her up. No? Was he 'Talking her up?' He was smiling, grinning actually. He looked to Pam and damn if Roy didn't see a little blush come across her face. She smiled too, a big smile. He said something else, and she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand as she acted so embarrassed. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a once over, saying something else. She laughed, and reached out to slap his shoulder, her hand lingering on his dark muscle just a bit as she shook her head. They finished wiping down their machines and she turned to Roy, her eyes meeting his as she skipped across the gym back to her husband.

Roy was on his last set working with the 30lb weights. 30lb was respectable, he didn't want to be one of these gym rats. Just wanted to get a good enough burn to keep his body good enough for his Pamela.

"Hey babe," Pam said as she finished skipping back so ling on her feet to her husband, "Oh the thirties, a little heavier than usual?" she smirked.

"Gotta get gains babe," Roy said as he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips, "Who's your friend?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

"Oh no, he's just some guy, I see him a lot here, you know when you're here every day you just get to know the other regulars," Pam said, shaking her head and looking off with this dreamy look in her eyes.

"Some guy have a name?" Roy asked.

"He's just Darryl, he's here all the time. I think he's even here more than me," Pam said, "I always see him here," she said.

"Really? And you two talk a lot?" Roy asked, more curious than upset. Something about seeing his tiny little white wife making googly eyes at a black guy was a little enticing. It was a dirty little secret Roy kept well hidden, but he was a big fan of interracial porn. Seeing a hot white girl take a big black dick, he couldn't get enough of it. And Pam was the hottest white girl he knew, he married her after all. Sometimes, when he was deep on the Internet and thinking with his cock and lust as opposed to his mind and sense, he thought of Pamela taking a black cock. He would never tell her of course, he didn't just marry her because of that cute copper hair and that tight little body. He married her because she was raised right, raised to be a good wife, a perfect wife.

"Oh just chit-chat, you know," Pam bit her lip and got a little coy, wringing her hands together like a little embarrassed school-girl. "Weather, local news,"