The Gym That Opened Just for Me on Sundays

There are people who collect stamps. I collect afternoons I shouldn’t really be telling anyone about, and yet I can’t keep quiet. This is one of the ones I find hardest to recount without feeling the heat rise to my face, so let me start at the beginning.

My name is Carla. I’m in my early forties, and my friends say I’m one of those women who only get better with age. That’s not me saying it. I’m five foot seven without heels, brunette, I have a good chest and an ass I’m not ashamed of. And, above all, I’m curious to the point of being frightening.

I’ve been married to Marcos for a long time. We share a world few people understand: that of couples who enjoy opening the bed to others. He always comes with me. Never, ever, do I meet anyone alone; that’s our rule and it has always worked for us. In fact, almost all our adventures are arranged by him, because he has a special nose for finding the right people.

We’d met Bruno and Tobías weeks earlier, at the pool belonging to a mutual friend. Two huge men, dark-skinned and with easy smiles, who left my body trembling that afternoon. We exchanged phone numbers with little hope, as one does out of politeness. That’s why the call surprised me.

—Hi, Carla, how are you? It’s Tobías, from the pool. Do you remember me?

—How could I not remember? I had an incredible time with you two.

—We wanted to invite you to our gym. You and your husband can come train, and then relax in the spa.

—I didn’t know you had a gym. When’s best to go? When are there fewer people?

—Sunday afternoon. That’s when it’s quietest —he said, and I could hear the smile on the other end of the phone.

I hung up and called Marcos at once. When I told him about the invitation, he burst out laughing.

—Those two don’t want to train you, they want to train you —he said, making sure the quotation marks were clear in his voice—. Do you fancy it?

—You know perfectly well I do.

—Well, we’ve got nothing on this Sunday. You’re horny, aren’t you, slut?

I didn’t argue with him. I called Tobías and we arranged to meet on Sunday at five-thirty. He told me not to bring a towel or flip-flops, only workout clothes and a bikini for the spa. That sentence kept circling through my head all week.

***

Those seven days felt endless. A thousand different scenes ran through my mind, all ending the same way. Marcos noticed and made the most of it: the two nights he sought me out, he brought it up while we were at it, whispering in my ear what those two might do to me. Instead of calming me down, it left me much worse. He’s a bastard and I adore him for it.

On Sunday there was no traffic and we got there in twenty minutes. I called Tobías, and he opened the parking barrier for us. The building was modern, much bigger than I’d imagined. We went up in the lift to reception and there he was, waiting for us in a tank top that showed every muscle and gray leggings that hid absolutely nothing.

He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and shook Marcos’s hand. He showed us the café area and the waiting zone, and since there was no one behind the counter, he opened the turnstiles himself.

—On Sunday afternoons we close to the public. Only trusted friends come —he explained—. That way the staff gets to rest.

He told us it was a franchise run between Bruno, him and an uncle of his. Then he showed us the changing rooms so we could leave our bags and change.

—What did you bring to surprise them? —Marcos asked me while he was undressing.

—These thin, tight leggings, with nothing underneath. And this top that lifts my breasts.

—Lifts them? It’s going to blow them out —he laughed—. You look spectacular.

I stepped out into the corridor and Tobías was already waiting. He looked me up and down without bothering to hide it.

—Jesus, you look stunning.

***

We climbed a staircase from which you could see the pool and part of the spa. The weight room was huge, with four or five more rooms for classes. Scattered around the space were several men working out, all between twenty-five and their late forties, all very well built. They greeted us and I saw how they looked at my outfit with a desire they didn’t even try to hide.

We were finishing the tour when Bruno and his uncle showed up. Bruno was dressed like Tobías, in sportswear that outlined every line of his body. His uncle was probably around fifty-five, taller than them, dressed elegantly, in gray trousers and a dark polo shirt. An imposing man.

Bruno gave me a soft kiss on the lips. His uncle gave me two kisses, one so close to the corner of my mouth that it raised goosebumps on my skin, while he held my hips with huge hands. I felt, no exaggeration, myself getting wet from that gesture alone.

We went down to the water area, where they showed us the spa, the sauna and the Turkish bath. There was only one guy swimming, who stopped at the edge to say hello to me, and another in the sauna who covered himself with a towel when he saw us. When the tour ended, the uncle said goodbye.

—I’ll see you in a bit, I’ve got some paperwork to finish. Have fun.

We went back up and Tobías asked me what I wanted to do.

—Sweat —Marcos and I answered at the same time, laughing.

Marcos said he’d leave me in good hands and that he’d start by running on the treadmill. And there I stayed: in a huge gym, dressed like I was about to do a photo shoot, surrounded by young men behind closed doors, with two giants I already knew were capable of anything.

***

Tobías took me to a stair machine. As I climbed, I saw in the mirrors how the closest men were looking at my ass and commenting to each other. Bruno and he must have dropped some hint. It didn’t annoy me; it turned me on.

We moved on to some squats with light weight. Tobías positioned himself behind me to “correct my posture.” I pushed my hips back, seeking his body, and he slid his hands forward, brushing my breasts under the pretext of technique. The friction was soaking me, but it was doing the same to him: his leggings were no longer leaving anything to the imagination.

I noticed the others, who had been scattered before, had moved closer. They kept training, but without missing a single detail. One of them kept adjusting his bulge without bothering to hide it. The whole situation was so filthy in the best way that I’d rarely felt anything like it.

From there they took me to a cable machine for my back. Bruno stood behind me and, every time I pulled the bar down, pressed his crotch against my back and held my breasts with both hands “so I wouldn’t lean forward.” Then came a bench press, and this time Bruno brought his body close to my face, guiding my arms and leaving his bulge a hand’s breadth from my lips.

At the break I stroked his leggings with my hand and looked at him like a cat.

—Aren’t you going to take me into some office to finish the session?

—No, no. We’ve got to finish the workout —he said, smiling.

On the next set it was Tobías who put his body within reach. By then I was already on the edge, so while he held the dumbbells for me, I pulled down his leggings. What came out from inside didn’t need an introduction.

—You must have told these boys how shameless I am —I said, and took him into my mouth.

In the room, the only sound was my mouth. I was sure everyone had stopped training to watch. Marcos came over from the treadmill, not missing a detail.

—What did these bastards do to you? Did they get you worked up?

—They’ve been teasing me all afternoon, darling. And they weren’t giving me anything.

—Boys! Come over, don’t be shy —he said loudly—. My wife is very generous, and three isn’t enough for her.

***

While I kept going with Tobías, I felt my sneakers and leggings being pulled off, my legs spread, and a tongue forcing its way between them. It was Bruno. Another mouth found my chest. They put one hand on each breast, and suddenly I had someone in my mouth, two men between my fingers, one between my thighs and two more playing with my nipples.

I, who during the week had imagined so many scenes, had not come close to imagining anything like this. Bruno licked me slowly, running over me from head to toe, and whenever he reached the exact spot, he trapped it between his lips and let it go only to start again. It was delicious torture.

They lifted me up to standing and surrounded me. They were all naked, Marcos included. They groped me, kissed my neck, bit my shoulders. I asked for a second of respite.

—Let me introduce myself properly. Get in a line, please.

And there they were, seven men lined up, waiting to see what I’d do. I went along one by one: I gave each of them a quick kiss, bent down to taste them for an instant, and moved on. By the time I finished the circuit, there was no doubt left about what was waiting for me.

***

Marcos took the initiative.

—Bring that bench. Let’s take good care of this lady; she deserves it.

I was laid face down, with my legs on either side of the bench and my hips right on the edge, offered up. Tobías positioned himself behind me and started to toy with me, not quite deciding, moving slowly, opening me with a slowness that drove me insane.

—If you can’t decide, let someone else have a turn —I goaded him.

Hearing that, he slid in all at once.

—That’s it, that’s what I like —I panted.

Another man sat on the bench at my face level and brought his body to my mouth. What turns me on most is exactly that, being asked, being ordered almost tenderly. The guys took turns between my mouth and the rest of me, and in that position I had absolutely no control. All I know is that I came once, and again, and then again.

—Look how much she’s enjoying it —one said—. Worth coming on a Sunday, after all.

—Invite her every weekend —another laughed—. But give us enough warning.

Then I felt a new hand preparing me from behind, patiently. I turned my head: it was Marcos.

—You’re a bastard. Are you getting me ready for them?

—You bet. They’re all going to have a turn. I know what you like.

—Yes, fuck. That’s why I came.

***

When Marcos decided I was ready, they lifted me off the bench. On a mat, the guy from the sauna was already waiting, lying on his back. I didn’t think about it: I straddled him and took him all at once, helped by how worked up I was.

—Fuck, she took him all the way in —someone muttered, and the others let out a laugh of amazement.

I leaned back against his chest while, in front of me, another man looked for his place. I felt full, overflowing, and I didn’t want them to stop. They barely managed a few thrusts before asking for my mouth, and I gave it to them, swallowing without a single drop escaping me while another took his place.

—This is incredible —one said—. I’ve never been with a woman like this.

—I told you —Marcos said proudly—. She’s one of the ones who really enjoys it.

I took them one by one, then two by two, with hardly any pause. Bruno held on like a champion beneath me while another sought my back. Marcos lay down and pulled me on top of him, and instantly a third man was settling in behind me. Synchronized, they made me lose count of everything.

—How are you, darling? —Marcos asked me.

—In heaven. You’re using me just how I wanted. And you know that drives me crazy.

One after another, they came undone. When I got off Marcos, I licked his thighs without being asked, and he let me do it, laughing.

***

—Those of you who are still going, sit on the benches —I ordered, catching my breath—. I’m going to ride you one by one.

I started with the guy from the sauna, the most imposing one. In that position I was the one setting the pace, the one using him however I wanted. It’s one of my favorite positions precisely for that reason. When I felt he couldn’t hold out any longer, I knelt in front of him, hands behind my back and mouth open, looking him in the eyes. I love waiting like that, licking him slowly while the end comes closer.

I moved on to the next one, and the next, repeating the same ritual. They all ended the same way, and I thanked each one as if it were a gift. Marcos encouraged them, delighted to see me enjoying myself.

Only Bruno and Tobías were left. I climbed on top of Tobías and, while I kissed him, Marcos settled in behind me. Bruno placed a bench behind his cousin and stood on it, offering his body at my mouth level. He held me by the ponytail and, between the three of them, they brought me to the edge one last time before finishing at the same moment, marking my face and neck.

The guys gave me a soft, almost tender round of applause.

—We hope you come back more Sundays —one said—. We’d never seen anyone enjoy themselves this much.

***

Bruno and Tobías accompanied us to the changing rooms so we could shower. When we were alone, Marcos wrapped his arms around me from behind.

—So, slut? I saw you enjoying yourself.

—I’ve lost count of how many times I came —I admitted—. And you know what? I still want more. I brought something I haven’t tried yet.

I put on a tiny pink bikini, transparent platform shoes, and a velvet choker ending in a small chain. Marcos looked at me the way one looks at a trophy.

—Jesus. Take me by the leash and show me off —I told him.

We went out to the pool area, where only the uncle was left, swimming alone. When he saw us, he came out by the ladder, and then I understood why he had seemed so calm all afternoon. He was naked, and what he had between his legs, even at rest, was one of the most impressive things I’d ever seen. He walked slowly, deliberately, letting me look.

—Do you like what you see? —he asked.

—A lot. It’s spectacular.

—You can check whether it lives up to it. If you want.

Marcos held out the chain from my choker.

—Here, guide her. Sometimes she likes being led.

The uncle led me over to some lounge sofas, sat down with his legs open and tossed a cushion onto the floor. He didn’t need to say anything. I knelt between his thighs and started slowly, devoutly, while he held my ponytail to set my rhythm. It took a while to harden fully, and when it did I could barely take him in. I never got tired.

—See how she puts herself in the hands of a good woman? —he said, satisfied.

***

—Get on top, but don’t take me all the way in —he ordered.

I straddled him, feeling him pressed against me, and he kissed me like a hurricane. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but when I finally asked him to, he did everything slowly: he held my hips and lowered me a millimeter at a time, pausing, checking that I was getting used to him, lifting me and lowering me until my body gave in completely.

—Do you want more? —he asked at each pause.

—Yes, please. I need to feel all of you.

When I finally took him all the way, I thought I was losing my mind. It was, without a doubt, the biggest I’d ever taken. He gave me a few seconds and then started moving me on top of him as if I weighed nothing. He kept wrenching orgasms out of me. At one point I felt myself completely coming apart, out of control, utterly surrendered to his hands.

From the sofas we moved on to him putting me on all fours. He held me by the chain with one hand and, with the other, set the pace. He already had me so open that he could slide in and out without effort, while Bruno, Tobías and Marcos watched from the side, commenting under their breath.

—The guy’s a professional —one said—. At this rate, he’ll have her here every Sunday.

***

Then it was the others’ turn. Bruno settled in first, with Marcos holding one of my legs and Tobías the other. Marcos himself alternated with them, laughing, delighted to share me. I went from one mouth to another, from one set of hands to another, no longer knowing who was who, only feeling.

The uncle saved himself for last. He took a bottle of lubricant, prepared himself calmly and positioned himself between my legs while Marcos and Bruno held them up. He entered slowly, caressing me at the same time, and what I felt was not pain but a pleasure I didn’t know how to describe. He knew exactly what he was doing.

—God, I feel so good like this —I panted—. Open, on offer, for you.

—My nephews had told me what you were like —he said, measuring each thrust—. But they undersold you.

When I felt him tensing, he pulled out and rose over my chest. He held me by the ponytail and asked me to open my mouth.

—Get ready. You’re about to see what a proper goodbye looks like.

There’s nothing that makes me feel more alive than that moment: feeling the pulse right before the end, knowing it’s because of me. When he finished, he did so with an intensity that left me speechless, without a single drop escaping me. And even then he didn’t let go: he let me clean him slowly, with a strange tenderness after so much intensity.

—Thank you —he said at the end, stroking my face—. I really liked that.

—Will you let me enjoy myself a little more?

I stayed a good while longer between his legs, thanking him with my mouth for what he’d given me, tracing him all over without hurry. After that he took my hand and led me to the shower by the pool, and the four of them soaped me up and showered me. A delight.

It was the first time we’d gone to that gym. It wasn’t the last.