Wet Dreams

Personal Trainer

⚠️Dirty talk. Breeding. Choking. Hair pulling. Cheating. Pussy slaps. Spanking. MxMxFxM.Rough. Pressing down on stomach. Recording. Degradation. Praise. Nipple biting⚠️

When my husband told me he wanted me to lose weight I agreed to it. I thought it was the least I could do for the man who made sure I lived comfortably. He even paid for me to have three personal trainers, each one helping me in a different area.

I didn't believe I was THAT big and I wasn't. I was the same size that I was when we met and when we got married. But I guess something changed. Why else would my loving husband want me to lose weight?

It wasn't adding up. Then I realized what the real problem was. The problem wasn't my weight, it was me in general. I was the problem. In a sense, that is. You see, my "loving" husband was cheating on me. I found out when I realized he was no longer wearing his ring to work.

How did I find that out? Because he didn't have the indentation on his finger. I have a red mark where my ring sits on my finger, all day and all night. He doesn't. Almost as if he only wears it when I'm around.

I thought maybe it was a coincidence so I went to his office, bribed the security guard and watched every minute of video footage from the cameras in his office until I found what I was looking for. Lo and behold, he was fucking his secretary. How cliche, I know.

That was almost two months ago. Yes, I'm still with him and yes he's clueless of the fact that I know about his little mistress. I have a good reason for staying, I promise. I'm getting him for every dime I deserve. I've been selling all my designer things and putting the money from that into an account.

I've even transferred a little of his money, or OUR money into that account as well. I'm not an idiot. I know when we go for divorce he'll try to leave me high and dry, it won't work.

One thing a black woman knows how to do is protect herself. And that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm ensuring that I'm taken care of since my low down, dirty, no good, cheating, small dick, vanilla sex having, bitch ass husband couldn't do the job.

I was currently working out with my three trainors. I had some steam to blow off and I thought what better way to relax than go to the gym and be surrounded by fine ass, tall, well built men that cater to me.

They do their jobs well. Too well if you ask me. It's almost like they want me. But that could be the loneliness talking. I haven't been touched in over six months so the desperation is sinking in.

Everyday my trainors look more and more delicious. I think they've noticed my prolonged staring because now they wear less clothes. They used to work out in shorts and a hoodie or a tshirt, now it's just shorts. I can't complain, they are a sight to look at.

"Ms Thomas, are you still with us?" I smiled to myself before I looked up at Roman, Seth, and Cameron. They were closer to my age than my husband, only being a year or two older than me.

"Sorry boys. Lost in thought." I shrugged. They all glanced at each other before they looked down at me.

"We were wondering why you asked to see us everyday instead of three times a week like we usually do?" Cameron asked as he tilted his head at me.

"I'm sure my husband already told you. I just wanna make him happy." I said in a bored tone. Seth smirked before he looked away.

He was the one that was always flirting with me. He'd touch me when he didn't really need to or he'd make subtle jokes about "stretching" me out. His hands often graze my skin when I'm wearing something more revealing.

Cameron was the more shy type. He'd always ask if it was ok for him to help with my positioning or something like that. I always catch him staring at my tits.