When the Gym Cuck Asked Me for His Girlfriend

I’ve always taken care of my body with the same consistency other people devote to their finances. The gym isn’t a place of sacrifice for me, but a ritual: the order of effort, the clarity that comes with physical exhaustion, the way your head empties when all the weight falls on your muscles. Over time, you end up getting to know the faces, the schedules, the bodies of the people who share your usual slot.

Nadia and Bruno started coming at the beginning of autumn. He was broad-shouldered but careless in his technique, the kind who make up for a lack of method with excessive weight. She was another story. Nadia had dark, straight hair, always tied up during her workout, and a way of moving that seemed simultaneously careless and calculated.

She wasn’t the kind of body that jumped out at you from far away; she was the kind you discovered slowly: the lines of her abdomen when she raised her arms, the curve of her hip when she bent down to tie her shoes, the gesture of biting her lower lip when something didn’t quite go right. She had small, firm tits, barely contained by her sports top, and a perky ass that was obscene every time she did squats.

They’d ask me for help with their technique from time to time. At first both of them together, then more and more often just her alone. Bruno would get distracted by his phone or by some acquaintance over by the free weights. Nadia, on the other hand, paid attention. She asked the right questions and stayed close while I showed her the movement, glancing at me from the corner of her eye to confirm she was doing it properly.

The tension between us grew without either of us naming it. It was one of those things that exist precisely because they aren’t said aloud: a constant, taut presence that you feel more the harder you try to ignore it. There was something in the way Nadia sought me out with her eyes during the exercises, something in how she let my hand correct her posture without moving away a single inch, that left little doubt about what was happening beneath the surface.

Bruno noticed. I was convinced of it. But he never said anything, and that very omission said a lot.

***

The locker room afternoon was on a Tuesday. We arrived at the same time, almost without speaking, with that familiarity we’d built up over weeks of shared training. The locker room was empty at that hour, a condition neither of us ignored. Nadia started undressing in front of her locker, with her back to me. I should have looked away.

I didn’t.

I watched her take off her top and saw her naked back, shiny with sweat, and how she pulled down her leggings, dragging her underwear halfway with them, revealing the perfect curve of her ass before pulling them back up. I moved closer on the pretext of grabbing my towel. She turned just a little, with a smile that was no longer pretending anything.

What started with jokes and tickling ended with my hands on her hips and my mouth on her neck. Nadia didn’t move. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when I kissed her on the lips she turned toward me as if she’d been waiting for that exact moment for months.

The kiss was long and urgent. She tasted of the salt of exertion and had the hot mouth of someone who no longer wanted to hold back. I shoved my tongue all the way in and she sucked on it with a need she had never shown before. I slid my hands up under her top until I could grab her tits, felt the hard nipples against my palms, and pinched them until she let out a short moan.

—Not here —she whispered, but she pressed herself against me, rubbing her pussy over my clothes.

—Yes, here —I told her.

I eased her against the lockers, pulled her underwear down in one motion, and opened her legs with my knee. I ran two fingers through her slit and she was soaked, so much that the wet sound could be heard over the hum of the ventilation. I knelt in front of her. The time we had was limited and we both knew it; that made everything more direct, more honest.

I spread her cunt with my thumbs and saw her swollen clit, the pink, shiny flesh begging for a tongue. I started slowly, with the tip of my tongue on her clit, circling gently. Nadia grabbed my hair at once and pressed my face against her cunt without asking permission. I ate her greedily, first running my tongue flat over her whole lips, then going inside her as far as I could, tasting the wetness dripping sticky down her thighs.

—Fuck, fuck —she panted, covering her mouth with the back of her hand to muffle any sound.

I slid two fingers inside her while I kept sucking her clit. I hooked upward, searching for the spot, and when I found it Nadia arched her back and hit the lockers with the back of her head. I pushed my fingers deeper, rhythmically, while I licked her clit in quick circles. I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers, her inner thighs beginning to tremble.

When she came, she did it silently but shaking from head to toe, her cunt squeezing my fingers in waves and a new wetness bathing my chin. I pulled my fingers out slowly and sucked them in front of her, never breaking eye contact. Nadia bit her lip.

We left separately, with the calm of people who know how to keep a secret. For the rest of the week, the subject didn’t exist out loud between us. I thought it had been a one-time thing, one of those mistakes instinct makes and reason files away as an exception.

I was wrong.

***

The following Friday, Bruno intercepted me before I left the gym.

—Valeria, do you have plans tonight? —he said with a naturalness that didn’t quite fit the situation.

—Nothing special. Why?

—Nadia and I want to invite you to dinner. Nothing formal. You’re probably in the mood for something other than barbells and dumbbells, right?

I accepted. Why wouldn’t I accept? On the surface it was just dinner among people from the gym. Only I knew what had happened in the locker room, and Bruno looked at me with a calm that didn’t quite add up.

Their apartment was spacious and tidy, the kind that reveals either good taste or that someone with good taste decorated it for them. We ate well, drank moderately, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Nadia was enchanting that night: she spoke with ease, got ahead of her own jokes, looked at me with a warmth different from the gym’s. More open. More self-aware, as if she had made a decision that put her at ease.

When dinner ended and the three of us were still at the table with empty glasses, Bruno rested his elbows on it and looked directly at me.

—I want to talk to you about something —he said.

—Go ahead.

—I don’t know whether what happened Tuesday was accidental. But I do know it happened.

The silence lasted barely two seconds. There it was.

—It wasn’t accidental —I replied without looking away—. I ate her pussy in the locker room and she came in my mouth. In case you wanted the details.

Bruno swallowed and nodded slowly, as if my answer confirmed something he’d already taken for granted. Nadia kept her eyes down, but her cheeks were faintly flushed and her legs were pressed tight together under the table.

—Good. Then I want to ask you for something —Bruno said—. I want you to fuck Nadia. Here, tonight. And I want to watch.

The words landed with strange precision. There was no irony in his voice or visible nervousness. He said it as if it were a reasonable proposal he expected me to consider calmly.

—Does she want that? —I asked, looking at Nadia.

Nadia lifted her eyes. She smiled in a way that was in no way innocent.

—I’ve been thinking about this since Tuesday —she said—. I’ve come three times this week just remembering your tongue.

***

Bruno settled into the sofa at the far end of the living room. Nadia disappeared into the bedroom for a moment and came back completely naked, with a calm that surprised me. In her hand she was carrying an elongated silicone vibrator, thick, with a pronounced curve, notably bigger than anything Bruno could offer, which I deduced in a few minutes. She set it down on the sofa without ceremony and stood there looking at me, her nipples already hard and a glossy wetness on the inner side of her thighs.

I stood up. I stripped slowly, letting her watch and letting Bruno watch too. I took her by the waist and kissed her without haste, because there was no locker-room urgency now, no risk of interruption. I felt her soften against me, felt her breathing grow slower and deeper at the same time, felt her bare tits rub against mine. I slid one hand down to her ass and squeezed it with both hands, spreading her cheeks. Nadia moaned into my mouth.

I took her to the sofa, sat her on the edge, and knelt in front of her for the second time that week. I spread her legs as wide as they would go and put her feet on my shoulders. Her cunt was shaved, swollen, with the inner lips peeking out pink and glossy with slick. I paused a second looking at it up close, breathing over it.

—Bruno, look carefully —I said without turning—. This is how you eat pussy.

This time there was no rush.

I started with a flat tongue, licking her whole slit from bottom to top, slowly, stopping at her clit to suck it with my lips. I opened her with my thumbs and ran the tip of my tongue over the hole, pushing in as far as I could. Nadia let out a long, unfiltered gasp, very different from the one in the locker room. Here she could scream and she wanted to.

—God —she whispered—. You’re so good at this. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, fuck.

I slipped two fingers inside and went back to find her spot from within with the hook. I curved them while I sucked her entire clit, wrapping it in my lips and flogging it with my tongue. Her pussy started literally gushing, soaking my hand up to the wrist. I grabbed one tit with my free hand and pinched the nipple, twisting just enough to draw out a sharper moan.

From the corner came the discreet sound of Bruno. I looked up for a moment without letting go of Nadia. He was sitting there with his pants open, working himself with his hand. His cock was small, notably smaller than the vibrator Nadia had brought, almost ridiculous between his fingers. The contrast could not have been more explicit if they had arranged it on purpose.

And they had arranged it on purpose.

I let go of Nadia just enough to look Bruno in the eyes, my chin shining with his girlfriend’s slick.

—Your girlfriend comes way better with me than with you —I said quietly, not cruelly but without softening it—. Look at her pussy. She never gets that way with you, does she?

Bruno didn’t answer. He clenched his jaw and kept moving his hand faster. It was his way of confirming that this was exactly what he needed to hear.

I lowered my head again and ate Nadia’s pussy without giving her time to recover. I slid in a third finger and stretched her open while sucking her clit harder. Nadia exploded into a short, intense orgasm, clamping her thighs around my head, while she soaked my fingers and chin. When she came down, she slid from the sofa to the floor, panting, and motioned for me to sit in her place.

I sat down with my legs open and she got between them. She started returning the favor with more enthusiasm than skill: long licks, a little messy, with her mouth too open. I guided her a couple of times, pushing her head where I needed it and telling her to focus on the clit with the tip of her tongue. She learned quickly, as she always did with everything, and within two minutes she was sucking me with a precision that made my toes curl.

—That’s it, very good —I told her, grabbing her hair—. Put it inside. Fuck me with your tongue.

Nadia obeyed. She licked my cunt from top to bottom, shoved her tongue in as far as it would go, and then went back to my clit with her lips closed around it, sucking me the same way I’d done to her. When I felt I was close, I pulled her away.

—Good —I told her—. But tonight I want to focus on you.

I laid her back on the cushions and took the vibrator. I turned it on to the lowest setting, ran the tip through her slit to lubricate it with her own slick, and slid it slowly into her cunt while I went back to work on her clit with my mouth. The silicone went all the way in without resistance, you could see it disappear entirely inside her, and Nadia lifted her hips off the sofa.

—Look at her —Bruno murmured behind me, barely a voice—. Look at her.

Her hands sought my head, not quite knowing what to do with them. I started moving the vibrator inside her in rhythm, drawing it almost all the way out and thrusting it back in to the hilt, while I sucked her clit nonstop. Her cunt made a wet, obscene noise every time I pushed the silicone deeper.

—Look at your boyfriend —I said, pulling my mouth away for a second—. Tell him who’s making you come better. Tell him what you’re going to come on.

Nadia turned her head toward Bruno. She looked at him with an expression that was part tenderness and part triumph, her mouth open, panting.

—She —she said, her voice breaking—. She does it so much better than you. I’m coming on the silicone cock, love. With Valeria’s tongue. You’ve never done this to me, never.

Bruno closed his eyes. His shoulders tightened. I saw his hand moving faster over his small cock.

I increased the vibrator’s rhythm, raised the power two notches, and the pressure of my tongue at the same time. Nadia started trembling all over. I fucked her harder with the silicone, driving it into her inner spot with every thrust, while I sucked her swollen clit without pause. She came with an intensity that shook the whole sofa, screaming without shame, her cunt biting down on the vibrator in contractions so strong it almost expelled it. I felt Bruno come at almost the same time, a short gasp from the sofa.

I pulled the silicone out slowly and licked the clit clean of her release to calm her. Her legs remained open and limp for a good while, her pussy red, swollen, dripping her own cum onto the cushion. I ran a hand over her belly while she settled down and she grabbed my fingers and pressed them against her tits.

We got dressed without haste. Bruno pulled himself together in silence, visibly satisfied in his own way: the way of someone who has just obtained exactly what he was looking for. We finished the night with another drink and trivial conversation, as if what had happened were a natural extension of dinner and not something any of the three of us had experienced before.

Nadia walked me to the door. Before closing it, she held my gaze a moment too long.

—See you at the gym on Tuesday —she said.

—Tuesday —I confirmed.

As I went down in the elevator, I could still feel the heat of that night on my skin, the taste of her cunt in my mouth. I knew Tuesday wasn’t going to be just a training session. And I knew, with the same certainty, that that was exactly what the three of us wanted.