The Temptation of Rhythmic Gymnastics (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

As I lay naked in Julie's arms, her long nails scratching the quivering skin of my buttocks, while my husband sat in a chair beside the bed masturbating, I watched his pearly essence spurt out from his purple and swollen glans, and couldn't help but recall why we joined this fitness club in the first place?
Looking back it was probably because of Brad, maybe because of his vague hints that I had put on a few pounds over the holidays, which was actually true, plus the old joke was that during the last three cold months, although he could climb over the wall, there was no place for him to dribble, so we needed to find a place to exercise.

We recently moved into an apartment complex that has a rather fancy fitness club where many of our neighbors are members. Brad and I took a look around, and he loved the weight training and cardio equipment, including high-end stationary bikes and treadmills. I was drawn to an aerobics class taking place behind a large window. A dozen women were bending and stretching to the rhythm. The instructor was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, tall and slender with brown hair, and wearing a neon pink and yellow aerobics suit that stuck to her body like a second skin. I know a lot of health clubs that like to hire attractive aerobics instructors so that customers think they'll be as fit as them, but this instructor was like a movie star.

I stared at this beautiful goddess for two or three minutes, staring at her gymnastics demonstration. When she got on her hands and knees and stretched her body upwards, I almost gasped. Then I heard Brad calling me. "I think this place is great," he said. The gym manager was waiting for our decision. "What do you think? Should we sign up?"

"Of course!" I answered readily.

Before leaving, I took a schedule of rhythmic gymnastics classes. Based on the information, I guessed that this beautiful lady was called Julie. She taught different classes here every week. Our membership would take effect from the next day, and Julie was in charge of the "Body Adjustment" class at 6:30 pm. I must attend on time.

I took the initiative to have sex with Brad that night, and he was completely confused about the situation. After dinner, he was watching TV, I hid in the bedroom and changed into the baby doll nightgown he bought for me at Christmas. I climbed onto the sofa, knelt beside him, and rubbed his face with my plump breasts. He couldn't resist the temptation and bit off my bait, hugged me close, buried his mouth and nose in my cleavage, and hugged my plump buttocks with his strong hands.

I was so horny and my hips started to move against his thighs. I couldn't remember ever wanting to be fucked so badly, wanting an earth-shattering orgasm so badly to relax. I loosened my husband's belt and pulled out his fully engorged cock, I lowered my head and sucked it eagerly, Brad groaned, reached out and pulled my panties aside, and began to play with my vagina and anus.

When I gave Brad the greatest blowjob of the century, licking the entire length of his penis on both sides of his penis with my tongue tip in turn, and sucking with a piston-like motion, Julie's figure popped into my mind. I was startled by this and stopped moving my head. I just held his erect mushroom-shaped glans between my lips. He probably thought this was a sign that I was ready to fuck, so he pulled his penis out of my mouth, laid me flat on the sofa, took off his trousers, and then inserted his penis into my vagina in one go. I lifted one foot and straddled it over his shoulder so that he could nibble on my toes from time to time while he was fucking me.

I closed my eyes and pulled my lace bra down to my chin so I could play with my nipples. Yes, my lovely husband was giving me the fuck of a lifetime. I loved his beautiful cock sliding in and out of my wet, delicious pussy, but my mind was still playfully playing with an image of an aerobics instructor, an Amazon warrior, and when the orgasm came, my head turned to jelly and I found myself having to explore the feeling of her. Seconds later, dear Brad also reached his climax and spurted his semen into my pussy.

At lunch the next day, I bought the sexiest leotard I could find, an extremely feminine, shiny green, hollow rhythmic suit. I may not have a perfect figure like Julie, but I am still proud of my figure, especially my flat belly. Brad once commented that I have the cutest belly button in the world. I also purchased a pair of cute white gym shoes with pink laces, a number lock, a water bottle, and a bag to carry all my gear, and I was ready to go!

I was one of the last people to enter the dance studio. Several regulars were stretching and warming up. I took the position behind Julie, the usual instructor, and prepared a set of words about being a newcomer who wanted to learn from the instructor.

At 6:30, Julie walked in like a whirlwind, with a healthy complexion and a cheerful smile. She greeted everyone she knew, and when her eyes turned to me, her smile widened and she gave me a big hello. I must have blushed a little, and my knees shook unconsciously. Our eyes briefly intertwined and locked for a while, making me feel an itch in my vagina.

What followed was an amazing hour as I followed all the gymnastics moves, which were quite strenuous but not exhausting. During the entire practice, my attention was focused on Julie. Her fitted rhythmic gymnastics suit didn't leave much room for the imagination. I could see her toned thigh and buttock muscles, the big nipples on her plump breasts, and even the lines of her labia. There were full mirrors on both sides of the classroom, so I could observe her from all angles.

She is also a very good coach, constantly encouraging but not forcing. If someone makes a mistake, she will personally teach the correct posture without showing any annoyance. Once when I was doing a leg lift, she came to correct my posture, squeezed next to me, and gently touched my buttocks with her hand. I felt an electric current emanating from there, striking my vagina like lightning. After I did the correct movements several times, she gave me a cheerful smile and continued with the class.

I faithfully attended all of her classes, including body conditioning and rhythmic dance, and not only did my figure begin to improve, but I also developed a desire to have sex with this beautiful woman, although I had no idea if she had the same interest because she seemed to treat me and the other students in the class equally.

Anyway, one night when Brad was away on a business trip, I found myself taking my faithful electric vibrator to bed and proceeding to have hours of massage pleasure with it, the whole time I was thinking about Julie, I imagined her with her head between my legs, licking my wet pussy, I fantasized about her squirting in my face so I could have my first taste of pussy, I also pictured her pumping the vibrator in and out of my pussy while she sucked on my nipples, I really had multiple orgasms that night.

I spent six weeks attending her classes, wondering all the time how I could get closer to her. Then, at the end of one class, I twisted my shoulder while putting something heavy down. Julie saw me twisting my shoulder in discomfort and came up to me and asked me what was wrong.

"I don't know," I said. "It's not a pulled muscle. It's probably a twist."

She placed one hand on the area where I felt uncomfortable and massaged it gently. I was almost flattered and stunned by the pleasure.

"Did you know? They also provide massage services here, the price is very reasonable, 25 yuan for half an hour, 40 yuan for an hour." I smiled and thanked her for the information. "I'm on duty tonight." She added.

It was this sentence that stopped me there: "Are you a masseur too?"

She shook her finger and smiled, "Of course, I am multi-talented." I felt that there was a hint of conspiracy in her eyes. She continued, "So, do you want me to touch you?"

After getting my positive response, she told me to take a shower and wait in the massage room behind the women's locker room in 15 minutes. While I was showering, I couldn't help rubbing my clitoris while letting the hot water rush over my body. After drying myself, I wrapped myself in a valley towel and walked to the massage room on tiptoe, trembling.

Julie was waiting, smiling, still in her rhythmic gym clothes, looking as beautiful as ever. She locked the door behind us and said, "Climb onto the massage table," laying a sheet over it. "Get down on all fours and start with your back."

I followed her instructions and she covered me with another towel. The side of my face was pressed against the plastic sheet. It was a little cool, but I could watch her while she worked. She began to gently massage my back.

"Wow! You're really nervous," Julie exclaimed, and she was right. "We can fix this problem quickly. Do you want a one-hour massage?"

I murmured my agreement and the massage began quickly, in a proper and professional manner. She pressed my shoulders, arms and back, at least the exposed parts, then she moved on to my legs, pinching, grabbing and kneading them, then to my feet, moving between the toes and loosening each one. It felt great, I felt like I was floating in the clouds, I was extremely sexually horny.

Julie was doing it quietly, and suddenly I heard her say something that startled me: "Do you want me to massage the part covered by the towel?
If you feel uncomfortable, you can choose not to do so. I will only lift up the part that is being massaged. "

I was enjoying the pleasure and looked up and said, "It doesn't matter. There are only girls here anyway."

With another bright smile, she lifted the towel from her back, exposing my naked body completely to her eyes. I seemed to sense a hint of desire in her eyes. I lowered my head and she began to massage my lower back, then placed her beautiful hands on my hips.

Oh my God, it was like a dream. I opened my legs slightly and felt my own love juice leaving a wet mark on the bed sheet. I smelled my own arousal. If I could smell it, Julie must be able to smell it as well. She tickled my butt with her nails.

"Turn over, Brandy," she said softly, holding the side of the sheet so I could turn over. I did as she was told, and there was no doubt now that she was staring at my breasts and my vagina. Julie made no attempt to hide her gaze, her eyes hungrily fixed on me. Gently and steadily, she resumed her leg massage, moving up to the base of my thigh. "Is that your wedding ring?" she asked.

"Yes, I've been married for two years," I answered, and she nodded. After a moment I added, "But you know what they say, that doesn't mean I'm dead."
We looked into each other's eyes, as if we had reached a silent agreement. Julie blinked and climbed onto the massage table. Her toned body straddled me. The previous therapeutic muscle massage undoubtedly turned into a caress, gently touching my stomach, arms and face. I was breathing softly, my hands restlessly placed on her strong thighs, and finally she covered my breasts with her hands, making me cry out softly.

"Oh! They are amazing," pinching my nipples gently, she began to ride me gently, while lowering her head to take my nipple in her mouth and biting it gently with her teeth. After a wonderful minute or two, she sucked and squeezed my breasts, then jumped off the stage and began to take off her clothes.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her. What a perfect body, with plump breasts standing high on her toned chest, with silver dollar buds on them. Her whole body was the same toned skin color, and there was no white spot on her neatly trimmed black pubic hair. I couldn't see her buttocks for the time being, but I knew I would have the chance soon and could lick it with my tongue.

With a hum, Julie squeezed onto the massage table, hugged me with her arms, and pulled my lips close to her. This was my first time kissing a woman intimately, and it made me dizzy. She skillfully used the tip of her tongue to open my lips, slipped in and entangled her tongue with mine, while she held my hips with one hand and scratched my back with her nails with the other hand.

"I'm going to eat you," she whispered, and then kissed my cleavage and belly in a straight line until she buried her nose in my golden pubic hair. I put my feet on her shoulders and watched her feasting on my pussy. I wouldn't say her skill in licking pussy was better than Brad's. I think they each have their own merits. Her way is gentler. She spends more time wandering around my pussy and anus, constantly teasing me, but she also knows when to move to my clitoris and bring me to the climax in time.

When I climaxed, I put my fingers in my mouth to prevent anyone in the locker room from hearing my moans of pleasure. An hour later, Julie smiled and lifted herself up from between my legs. Her face was covered with my cum. She giggled and stood up, helping me to stand up. She kissed my lips, gently rubbed my vagina and said, "If you want to repay me, you can come to my place anytime."

"How about tonight?" I asked, stepping bravely into a new sexual arena.

"Give me 10 minutes to get dressed. I think you need to put on your clothes too," she chuckled.

Holding the steering wheel with trembling hands, I followed her car to where she lived. She lived in an exquisite small bungalow with rock star posters and animal specimens on the walls. Different from her rhythmic dance instructor's personality, I found that Julie seemed quite complicated. After we drank some fine wine, she told me that she had been dating female friends recently because she really couldn't understand men. "It's not that I don't want to put a good cock in my pussy." She stated this boldly to express her helplessness.

I giggled and said, "My husband has a great cock, the best cock I've ever seen, which is why I married him."

"Oh, really?" Julie and I laughed. "Bring it to me sometime."

The image of Brad, Julie, and I all in one bed flashed through my mind, making my sexual desire surge.

"I think I will," I said, putting my glass down and taking her face in my hands, kissing her in the most romantic way possible. We stayed on the couch for about ten minutes before she took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

Julie was lying naked in front of me, her legs spread wide, her long dark brown hair draped over the white pillow, her fingers dancing on her pink lips, her eyes hazy. I stood at the foot of the bed, my fingers gently teasing her toes, I was like a person who wanted to learn how to dive, and the best way was to jump directly into the swimming pool.

Even though I was just a beginner, Julie probably liked me this way. When I started to lick her pussy, she grabbed my head, arched her back, raised her hips, and I buried my whole face in her pussy, deeply experiencing her smell and taste. Knowing how I liked it, I treated her the same way, teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, just so gently to leave her wanting more. I also inserted a finger into her anus. It was like quicksand, sucking my finger in. I looked at her and said, "Brad is going to love fucking your ass."

Julie just responded with a gasp. I inserted my fingers and continued to lick her swollen clitoris. After a few minutes, she reached orgasm and clamped her legs tightly around my ears, making me almost sink into her lusty skin.

Julie and I planned to pull Brad in the following weekend, and she extended an invitation to dinner. This was so exciting that I could hardly wait, but I decided to play it off and simply tell him that Julie was inviting us to dinner without telling him what the dessert was.

"Julie?
"You mean the tall brunette who teaches your class?" was his first reaction.

"How do you know?" I asked.

He admitted, somewhat guiltily, that between weight training sessions, he would come and watch our aerobics classes. "You look so great dancing in your tights," he said, "and she looks so pretty, too. I'd love to meet her."

Julie treated us to Italian bread and meals, and of course a bottle of fine wine. She looked refreshing in a cotton shirt and canvas skirt. She and Brad got along very well. They both happened to be sports fans, even fans of the same baseball team. Since I had no interest in accompanying him to watch the game, he instinctively wanted to invite her to watch the game with us. Brad glanced at me, afraid that I might mind, but I acted as if I didn't care.

After dinner, we gathered by the fire, listening to music and chatting. I sat next to Julie, put my hand on her leg, and said to Brad, "You know, Julie and I have become very close friends." Julie responded by kissing me on the lips and saying, "Yes, very close, Brad."

Brad's jaw dropped when he saw me and Julie working together. I knew this wouldn't bother him - he'd already had the sexual fantasy of having a bed partner. Instead, seeing him stunned by our little tricks gave me a fresh thrill.

"Let's go to the bedroom together, okay?" Julie said, and Brad followed us like an obedient puppy. Julie and I stripped naked first, and then encouraged Brad to follow. He was already erect at this time. Julie held his penis in her hand and stroked it slowly. Brad sighed as if he was relieved. I sat on the bed and inserted my hand into my hungry little hole.

That night was a real carnival of pleasure. The first thing to come out was Brad getting to know Julie better - from head to toe, a complete six feet. He sucked her toes, nibbled her earlobes, teased her nipples with his tongue, and licked her vagina. When Julie was pushed to the edge of orgasm by Brad's tongue skills, I crawled to his side and put his penis in my mouth. At this time, he was also sexually aroused, so he exploded quickly, and the sweet seed of life was washed down my throat. Julie's obscene words during orgasm also filled the entire room.

Then Julie and Brad started to attack me from the front and back. Brad played with my breasts, while Julie focused on my vagina. When they were working on me, I had already orgasmed twice in a row. I was so dizzy that I couldn't even remember my own name.

It seems a little difficult to record in detail what happened that night. Brad was like a sex machine. He got hard three more times and sent his load into my vagina and Julie's anus. The last time was when I watched Julie fuck me with a dildo tied to her waist while I sat on a chair and masturbated. Julie's movements into me were very strong. While looking at her charming and feminine eyes, I felt filled with the thick "penis". That feeling was very special.

When Brad was ready to ejaculate, he reached over the head of the bed and pointed his erect penis at Julie while she continued to pound me with the dildo. Brad erupted just as I climaxed, hitting Julie's chin and dripping onto my breasts. Brad said it was the most exciting thing he had ever seen, better than any porn movie.
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