My Wife’s Fantasy About Her Gym Trainer

For months, Lucía and I had put that game with her friend Patricia behind us, the one where we imagined her at home touching herself, the one with her panties laid out in the bathroom. We had lived it with an enormous dirty thrill, and once it was over, neither of us brought it up again. Patricia drifted a little away from us and signed up for a gym to pass the time and make new friends.

The problem was that, without that game, our encounters lost their spark. We fucked well, as always, but that tension that drove us crazy was missing. I noticed it, and so did she, even though neither of us said it out loud.

Then Marcos appeared.

Marcos was the gym’s new trainer, and from one day to the next he became the topic of every lunch and every dinner. That Marcos had corrected her posture. That Marcos said she’d improve more if she trained differently. Marcos this, Marcos that.

—Anyone would think you’ve got a crush on him —I’d say, half joking.

—You’re crazy. He’s just my trainer, and I’m learning a lot from him —she’d answer, brushing it off.

I didn’t want her to think I was jealous, because I wasn’t. It was something else, an idea that was starting to grow inside me and that I still didn’t know how to name.

***

One afternoon, while walking in the park, I saw Lucía staring at a guy jogging. The first time I didn’t give it any importance. But the guy came around again and, when he passed us once more, she cut herself off halfway through a sentence, her eyes fixed on him.

—Honey, should I wrap him up in gift paper and take him home with us? —I blurted out, pretending to be completely serious.

—Yeah, tell me... I mean, what? —she answered, confused, not having heard me.

—Really, Lucía? You’re not listening to me?

—Sorry, sorry, tell me —she insisted, trying to look at me but with her gaze lost in the distance.

—I said, should I wrap him up and take him home with us.

—You’re so silly! I thought it was Marcos and I kept staring, to see if it was him, by the way he was running, his posture...

—Yeah, his posture. And while we’re at it, his ass when he runs —I smiled.

—Oh, oh, has someone gotten jealous? —she said, finally fixing her eyes on me.

—Not at all. I’m just saying you’re drooling over him.

The truth was I didn’t give a damn. It amused me that she swore she never looked at anyone, when I could clearly see the opposite. And instead of bothering me, that idea turned me on.

***

A few days later, her gym friends came over, and of course the topic ended up being Marcos: the body he had, the ass he carried around, how nice he was. Lucía laughed and joined in like one of them.

That night, after the friends left, I was desperate for it. She’d had a couple of drinks and was loose, giggly. I took her to the living-room sofa and we started slowly, one kiss leading to another, my hands sliding down her body.

I laid her on the cushions, spread her legs, and lowered myself to my knees on the floor. I held her thighs tightly while I licked her, slowly at first, more insistently after. She opened and closed herself, looking for contact, squeezing her breasts with both hands.

When I sat up, she came with me. She kissed me fiercely, turned me around, and shoved me against the armchair. I landed sitting down hard. She yanked down my pants and boxers in one pull, left me exposed, and with a look I didn’t know she had, she moistened her hand, ran it over me, and sat all the way down in one go.

—Fuck me like a whore —she told me, lit up.

—Are you my whore? —I asked.

—Yes. Fuck me like you know how —she gasped, riding me, her tits slapping my face.

—A good whore does whatever she’s told, without a peep. Are you sure?

—Yeah, goddammit —she answered, already desperate, biting my neck.

I held her ass to guide her, squeezing it, and every so often I gave it a slap so she’d keep going hard. Then I moved my hand farther back, moistened my fingers, and pressed them to her asshole. She offered no resistance.

—What are you doing? —she asked, surprised.

—Shhh. A little slut lets herself be handled —I told her, as I carefully opened her.

—I like it... but don’t go too far —she moaned, arching her back to feel it better.

—And what would you do if some guy came in right now while I’m fucking you and pushed his way in? Would you let him? —I asked, teasing her.

—Right now I’d let myself be done with however anyone wanted —she admitted—. But it’s only a fantasy.

—Should we call Marcos so he can come give it to you?

—What are you saying, Diego? Are you crazy? —she got nervous.

—It’s just a game. Think about him.

She resisted for a second, but she got even wetter. She pushed her hips back and let out a cry.

—Ask him properly —I ordered.

—Fuck me, Marcos. Put it all in —she moaned, speeding up the rhythm.

It didn’t take long before she squeezed her eyes shut, opened her mouth looking for air, and came with a long shudder, clamping down around me. Afterward she collapsed on my chest, breathless.

—You’re an asshole —she told me after a moment—. You made me think of him and now I feel bad. Forgive me.

—For what? I liked it.

—Really? —she asked, shyly—. And how am I supposed to look him in the face tomorrow?

—Relax, nobody knows anything —I told her, laughing—. Only you and I know.

***

For days she didn’t even want to talk about it. She’d lower her eyes whenever I hinted at it. And it was exactly then that the package I’d ordered online arrived: some security cameras for the pool and the garage.

I installed them myself on a day off. One in the garage, another at the back, another by the pool. The fourth I didn’t have time to place properly and left it on top of the bathroom cabinet in the pool house, lying on its side, but already connected.

In the afternoon I started testing them from my phone, one by one. The garage one, nothing. The pool one, good. The back one, good. And then I opened the bathroom one, the one I hadn’t even mounted. The image was tilted, but the whole bathroom was visible. At that moment the door opened and Lucía came in.

She’d finished cleaning the pool and was coming to take a shower. She took off her clothes without knowing she was being recorded. The resolution was surprisingly good, and I watched her undress, watched her step under the water from the open shower.

She soaped herself slowly, with a care that felt almost ritualistic. And suddenly I saw her lingering too long on her breasts, between her legs. I brought the phone closer to my face. She was touching herself, leaning against the wall, feet slightly apart, rubbing herself with one hand while the other slid along her thighs. The water poured over her until she came, alone, without knowing I was watching.

I didn’t say anything. But I already knew where I was going to put that fourth camera, better hidden. It wasn’t to catch her cheating; it was because I loved seeing her in those moments, alone, with no pose at all.

***

For her birthday I gave her a special gift. She’d always been curious about one of those suction-cup dildos that stick to the wall. And since we’d already played with my fingers in back, I thought it was time to go one step further: for her to try two at once, the toy and me.

That night, as we started, she went to the drawer and took out the gift. In front of me she put it in her mouth, pretending to suck it.

—What are you doing? —I asked.

—I feel like playing —she said, in a low, wicked voice.

—And what do you feel like?

—Today I want both holes filled. You and your friend —she replied, pointing at the toy.

She went to the wall opposite us and stuck it on with the suction cup. She made me come closer, pulled down my pants, and took my cock into her mouth. After a while, she stood up, spat into her hand, moistened the dildo, and, with her back to the wall, bent over and shoved it into her pussy. With her other hand she guided me back to her mouth.

—I love fucking both of you at the same time —she panted, pushing her hips against the wall.

It shocked me so much to see her like that, so uninhibited, that I had to ask her to stop or I’d come immediately. She smiled and kept sucking, faster and faster, her gasps getting louder. Before I realized it, I was right at the edge. She felt it, started coming at the same time, and, without letting go of me, guided me toward her breasts so I’d finish on them. The dildo hit the wall with every thrust. Then we got into the shower together.

She liked the gift so much that, for several days, she visited the pool bathroom more than usual. And I, from the bedroom, watched her on the screen fucking the toy under the water while I touched myself. But something told me that she, meanwhile, was still thinking about Marcos.

***

A few weeks later, her friend Sofía invited her on a hike along a mountain trail near our house. Marcos was going too. Lucía didn’t really feel like it, but in the end we all decided to go and arranged to finish the day at home, with a barbecue and a swim in the pool. Sofía was flirting with Marcos, and my wife was playing matchmaker.

We set out early. Along the way we joked and laughed a lot. Sofía made no attempt to hide that she was coming on to Marcos, and he played along. At one point the two of them fell behind, and I took the chance to tease Lucía.

—You’ve spent the whole day walking behind him. Stop staring at his ass already.

—Shut up, Diego, they’ll hear us —she scolded me.

—Wouldn’t you fuck him right there, among those bushes?

—That’s exactly why I don’t like playing with you! Stop it —she said, annoyed.

Since the others didn’t show up, we sat down to wait. I leaned against a tree trunk and she reclined beside me. From where I was sitting I could see her breasts through her neckline. I lowered my hands and slipped them under her shirt.

—Stay still, they’ll see us —she whispered, nervous.

—I love it when you get nervous —I told her—. They’re not even close.

I ran my hand down her side until I reached her cunt, over her pants. She protested —“stop, honey”— but she opened her legs a little and let me do it. Just when things were getting better, the other two appeared.

—Oh, sorry! —Sofía said—. Are we interrupting something?

—No, no, we were waiting for you —Lucía answered, straightening herself out and casually moving my hand away.

We got up and kept going.

***

At home we took a quick dip and ate from the barbecue Marcos had offered to light. After that, Sofía and Lucía went back into the water, and then lay out in the sun. In the afternoon, Sofía wanted to dry off in the last rays, but my wife preferred to go upstairs for a hot shower.

Marcos wanted to leave, but he smelled like barbecue smoke, so I told him to shower in the pool bathroom. I went to get him some clothes to lend him. Lucía had already finished in the bedroom.

—And what’s that clothes for? —she asked, drying herself.

—For Marcos, he’s going to shower downstairs.

—And Sofía?

—Still out in the sun. I think she’s fallen dead asleep.

—I’ll go down in a bit to wake her up, so she doesn’t burn.

I gave Marcos the clothes and went up to the bedroom: I wanted a hot shower too. When I went in, I found Lucía with the towel wrapped around her, bent over, drying her feet, her ass stuck out.

I came up behind her and grabbed her hips.

—What are you doing, you idiot? You’re going to knock me over! —she laughed.

—I want to fuck you. And you go and stand there like that...

She turned around and kissed me. She let the towel drop. I grabbed her ass with both hands.

—I’ve been horny all day, and up in the mountains you left me hanging —she admitted.

I laid her on the bed and started eating her out. And while I did, I thought about the camera in the pool bathroom.

***

I got up, took the phone, and positioned her on all fours, braced against the window overlooking the pool. I took the dildo out of its box, left it within reach, and fucked her, holding her by the hip, with hard thrusts. Her breasts bounced against the glass.

—Do you want to play? —I asked her—. Are you my whore?

—Yes, fuck me —she panted—. What do you want to do to me today?

—Would you like Marcos to come upstairs right now and fuck you with me?

—Oh, honey, don’t say that. I’ll be so embarrassed later.

—Do you want him or not?

—Yes, I want him, of course I want him —she admitted—. Him down there, naked, and me here, desperate.

—Would you like to see him showering?

—Of course. To see his cock and his ass —she panted, taking a hand to her crotch.

Then I opened the app, connected the bathroom camera, and held the phone in front of her: Marcos, naked, stepping under the water. Lucía went silent, eyes wide.

—Think about him —I told her.

—When did you put that camera there? —she asked, noticing how hard I was.

—Shut up and enjoy it. This isn’t the time to talk about that.

She kept touching herself while I fucked her, not taking her eyes off the screen. She took the dildo in her mouth and sucked it while watching every move Marcos made. Then she grabbed the phone and the toy, pushed me aside, and positioned herself in a corner of the bed. She put the dildo in her pussy and asked me to penetrate her from behind.

She had never let me do that before.

—Only on the outside, okay? —she said, without taking her eyes off the camera.

I pressed the tip against her asshole. She offered no resistance. She was so focused on Marcos and the toy that she barely noticed I was going in.

—Do you like Marcos fucking your cunt and me fucking your ass? —I asked.

—Yes... —she sighed—. Yes! What a cock he’s got.

She opened wider with every thrust. She moaned and begged for more, never taking her eyes off him. I held out as long as I could until I started coming inside her.

—Now it’s his turn —she panted, reaching climax—. I want him to come inside me. Can he, honey?

—Fuck him however you want —I said, exhausted—. But think about him.

—Marcos, fill me up! I’m coming... —she cried, shaking all over, eyes rolling back.

After that she relaxed all at once and collapsed, dropping the phone onto the bed.

—Now I’m going to have to shower again —she sighed.

We both laughed.

***

When we’d recovered, we showered together and went downstairs with the others. Sofía was already awake, talking to Marcos. My wife looked at them, embarrassed, and they were oblivious to everything. They left together not long after.

After that day, she made me remove the camera from the bathroom. She knew what she did in there when she was alone and didn’t want to be discovered; at least that’s what I imagined, because I never confessed to her that I’d already seen it.

She probably kept thinking about Marcos, or about someone else, I don’t know. But we’ve never played this game again. It was the same as with Patricia: after the dirty thrill, she preferred not to repeat it.

I suppose she’s afraid of going further. Though who knows if one day we’ll try again, with the same ones or with others. After all, the game is the game.