Nikki can’t help herself. Since she and her husband started on their New Year’s resolution to get in shape, she can’t get the image of her personal trainer out of her head! Tori is fit and beautiful and strong, and Nikki is completely taken. And now… thoughts of Tori fill her mind even when she’s making love to her husband. He thinks she’s just more amorous than usual. How can she tell him it’s all about the woman helping them to get fit?

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes oral sex, shower sex, rough sex, wife sex, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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That body! How the hell did people see it and not get horny? The voice. The eyes. The perfect tone of every millimeter of… Jesus! Every single time they went to the gym, Nikki saw perfection and how the hell was she supposed to deal with that? The shower only made things worse. Her nipples were hard as hell and as rivulets of water traveled their various paths over her body it felt like endless caresses. It was particularly maddening because of the constant stream of heat that flowed down over her abdomen and veered when it hit the curve of her thigh and sent warm delicious torture over her pussy. She had a clitoris and her body wouldn’t leave it at that but seemed to shout it at every opportunity. She shouted through the shower curtain, “Unless you want to be jerking off all by yourself for the next six weeks, you better get the hell in here!”
“I’m here, Babe!” Aaron said from right outside the curtain. “Keep your pants on!”
She giggled. “That would defeat the purpose.”
He stepped into the shower behind her with a smug look on his face. He thought it was him. She looked at his naked from appreciatively. Sure, her husband turned him on but that wasn’t what brought the urgency today. It wasn’t what demanded her attention four or five times in the last three weeks either. She leaned forward, lifted herself up slightly, and put her mouth on his. The kiss was wonderful but even as she kissed him, Nikki thought of another mouth, another pair of lips. His arms came around her and she thrilled at his touch but even as she did she imagined another’s arms. Her breasts brushed against her chest and it felt like a magical bridge ran from her nipples to her clit, that damned little hooded button that had, of late, taken on extraordinary importance. Still, as she felt little pulses of pleasure, she imagined it was someone else who held her.