My dance teacher Julie

As I lay naked in Julie's arms, her long nails scratching my trembling buttocks, my husband sat on a chair by the bed masturbating. Watching his string of pearl-like semen spurt from his swollen, purplish-red glans, I couldn't help but wonder, what had led us to join this gym?

Thinking back, it was probably because of Brad. Perhaps due to his subtle hints, I'd gained a few pounds during the holidays—which was true, actually. Plus, there was that old joke: during these past three cold months, while he could climb walls, there wasn't a place for him to dribble the ball. We needed to get some exercise.

We recently moved into an apartment complex with a rather luxurious gym; many of our neighbors were members. Brad and I went to check it out, and he absolutely loved the weight training and cardio equipment, like the high-end stationary bikes and treadmills.

I was drawn to a rhythmic gymnastics class taking place behind a large window. A dozen women were bending and stretching to the rhythm, and the instructor, at first glance, told me she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Tall and slender, with brown hair, she wore a neon-colored pink and yellow leotard that clung to her body like a second skin.

I knew many fitness clubs hired glamorous aerobics instructors to make customers believe they would become as fit as them, but this instructor looked like a movie star.

I stared at her for two or three minutes, watching this beautiful goddess demonstrate the exercises. When she knelt on her hands and knees and arched her back in an upward stretch, I almost gasped. Then I heard Brad call me.

"I think this place is fantastic," 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 rhythmic gymnastics class schedule. Based on this information, I guessed that the beautiful woman's name was Julie, and she taught different classes every week. Our memberships would be valid from the next day, and Julie was in charge of the "Body Adjustment" class at 6:30 PM, which I would definitely attend on time.

That night, I took the initiative to go to Brad, while he was completely clueless. After dinner, he was watching TV, and I hid in the bedroom, changed into the doll-like nightgown he had bought me for Christmas, climbed onto the sofa, knelt beside him, and rubbed my full breasts against his face

. He couldn't resist the temptation and took the bait, pulling me close, burying his mouth and nose between my breasts, and holding my plump buttocks tightly with his strong hands. I felt so aroused, and my hips began to thrust against his thighs. I couldn't remember ever wanting to be fucked so much, so longing for a spectacular orgasm to relax myself.

I loosened my husband's belt, pulled out his fully erect penis, and eagerly sucked on it. Brad groaned, reached out and pulled my panties aside, beginning to play with my vulva and anus.

As I gave Brad the grandest oral sex of the century, alternating between licking the entire length of his penis with the tip of my tongue while simultaneously sucking and stroking it with piston-like movements, Julie's image flashed into my mind. I was startled, my head stopped moving, and I simply held his erect, mushroom-shaped glans between my lips.

He probably took this as a signal that I was about to fuck him, so he pulled his penis out of my mouth, laid me flat on the sofa, pulled down his trousers, and then thrust his penis into my vagina in one go. I raised one leg and straddled his shoulder so that he could occasionally nibble my toes while he was rinsing me.

I closed my eyes, pulled my lace bra down to my chin, and played with my nipples. Yes, my lovely husband was giving me an unforgettable fucking experience. I loved his beautiful penis, moving in and out of my wet and inviting vagina. But my mind was still mischievously occupied with an image of an aerobics instructor, an Amazonian warrior.

When the climax came, my mind went blank, and I realized I had to explore my feelings for her. A few seconds later, my dear Brad also reached his peak, his semen gushing wildly into my honey pot.

The next day at lunchtime, I bought the sexiest leotard I could find—an extremely feminine, shimmering green, open-front leotard. I may not have Julie's perfect figure, but I'm still proud of my body, especially my flat stomach. Brad once commented that I have the cutest belly button in the world.

I also bought a pair of cute white gymnastic shoes with pink lace, along with a digital lock, a water bottle, and a bag to hold all my gear. I was ready!

I was one of the first people to enter the dance studio. Several regulars were stretching and warming up. I took my place behind Julie's usual instructor's seat, and prepared a story about how I was new and wanted to get closer to the instructor to learn.

At 6:30, Julie whirled in, with her healthy complexion and bright smile.

She greeted everyone she knew, and when her gaze fell on me, her smile widened, giving me a big hello. I must have blushed a little, and my knees involuntarily trembled. Our eyes met briefly, making me feel a ticklish sensation in my groin.

What followed was an amazing hour. I followed along, practicing all the gymnastic movements. Although it was quite strenuous, it wasn't exhausting.

Throughout the practice, my attention was focused on Julie. Her well-fitting leotard left little room for imagination, but I could see the shapely muscles in her thighs and buttocks, the large nipples on her full breasts, and even the lines of her labia. Since there were full-length mirrors on both sides of the classroom, I could observe her from every angle.

She was also a great instructor, constantly encouraging but never demanding. If someone made a mistake, she would personally demonstrate the correct posture without showing any annoyance. Once, when I was doing a leg raise, she came to correct my posture, squeezing next to me and gently touching my buttocks. I felt an electric current emanating from there, a lightning strike to my clitoris. After I corrected the movement a few times, she gave me a bright smile and continued the class.

I faithfully attended all the classes she taught, including body shaping and rhythmic dance. Not only did my body begin to improve, but I also developed a desire to have sex with this beautiful woman, although I had no idea if she shared the same interest, as 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 bringing my loyal electric vibrator to bed and starting a hours-long pleasurable massage. Throughout the entire process, I kept thinking about Julie. I imagined her burying her head between my legs, licking my wet, tender vulva. I fantasized about her clitoris squirting against my face, letting me experience the sensation of a vagina for the first time. I also imagined her using the vibrator to thrust in and out of my vulva while sucking my nipples. That night, I had multiple orgasms.

I spent six weeks attending her classes, always wondering how to get closer to her. Then, as one class was ending, I twisted my shoulder while putting down a heavy object. Julie saw me writhing in discomfort and came over to ask what was wrong.

"I don't know," I said, "It's probably not a muscle strain, just a slight twist." She placed a hand on the uncomfortable spot and gently massaged it. I was almost overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Did you know? They also offer massage services here, and the prices are very reasonable—25 yuan for half an hour, or 40 yuan for an hour." I smiled and thanked her for the information. "I'm on duty tonight," she added.

That's what froze me: "You're a masseuse too?" She shook her finger and smiled, "Of course, I'm quite multi-talented." I sensed a hint of ulterior motive in her eyes. She continued, "So, do you want me to get my hands on you?" After getting my positive response, she told me to take a shower first and wait in the massage room behind the women's changing room in fifteen minutes. As I showered, I couldn't help but rub my clitoris while letting the hot water wash over my body. After drying myself, I wrapped myself in a towel and tiptoed, trembling, to the massage room.

Julie was already there, smiling broadly, still in her leotard, looking as beautiful as ever. After locking the door behind us, she said, "Climb onto the massage table," and laid a sheet on it. "Lie down and start with your back." I followed her instructions. She covered me with another towel, my face pressed against the plastic sheet, feeling a little cold, but this way I could watch her work. She began to gently massage my back.

"Wow! You're so nervous," Julie exclaimed, and she was right. "We can solve your problem quickly. Would you like an hour-long massage?" I murmured my agreement, and the massage began quickly and professionally. She massaged my shoulders, arms, and back—at least the exposed parts—and then she moved on to my legs, pinching, grabbing, and kneading. Next came my feet, going between my toes and loosening each one. It felt so good; I felt like I was floating on a cloud, and I felt extremely sexually frustrated.

Julie proceeded quietly, then suddenly, as if I heard her say something, her voice startling me: "Do you want me to massage the part covered by the towel? If you feel uncomfortable, you can choose not to; I'll only lift the part I'm massaging." Lost in the pleasure, I looked up and said, "It's okay, there are only girls here anyway." With another radiant smile, she lifted the towel from my back, completely exposing my naked body to her. I seemed to sense a hint of desire in her eyes. I lowered my head, and she began massaging my lower back, then placed her beautiful hands on my buttocks.

My God, it felt like a dream. I slightly parted my legs, feeling the dampness of my own juices on the sheets beneath me. I could smell my own arousal; if I could smell it, Julie certainly could too. She scratched my buttocks with her nails.

"Turn over, Brandy," she said softly, holding onto one side of the sheet to help me turn over.

I did as she said, and now there were no more questions. She was staring at my breasts and vulva. Julie made no attempt to hide it; she looked at me with a hungry, gentle, and steady gaze. She resumed the leg massage, moving up to the base of my thighs. She asked, "Are you wearing your wedding ring?" "Yes, I've been married for two years," I replied. She nodded, and after a moment I added, "But you know the old saying, that doesn't mean I'm dead." We looked into each other's eyes, as if reaching a silent agreement. Julie blinked and climbed onto the massage table. Her muscular body straddled me, and the therapeutic muscle massage turned into caresses, gently stroking my stomach, arms, and face. I breathed softly, my hands resting nervously on her strong thighs. Finally, she cupped my breasts with her hands, making me moan softly.

"Oh! They're amazing!" Gently pinching my nipples, she began to gently ride on my body, lowering her head to suckle my nipples, lightly biting them with her teeth. After a wonderful minute or two, she sucked and squeezed my breasts, then jumped off the platform and began to undress.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her. What a perfect body! Full breasts stood high on her athletic chest, topped with coin-sized nipples. Her entire body had a uniform, healthy complexion, and there weren't any white patches on her neatly trimmed black pubic hair. I couldn't see her buttocks for the time being, but I knew I would soon have the chance to lick them to my heart's content. With

a soft "Mmm," Julie squeezed onto the massage table, embracing me and pulling my lips close to hers. This was my first intimate kiss with a woman, and it made me feel dizzy. She skillfully used the tip of her tongue to open my lips and slipped in to intertwine with mine. At the same time, one of her hands gripped my buttocks, while the other hand probably scratched my back with its nails.

"I want to devour you," she whispered, then kissed my cleavage and lower abdomen in a straight line until she buried her nose in my golden pubic hair. I put my legs on her shoulders, watching her feast on my honey pot. I wouldn't say her technique was better than Brad's; they were both quite good.

Her approach was gentler, spending more time lingering around my honey pot and anus, teasing me, while knowing when to shift to my clitoris, sending me to climax.

As I reached orgasm, I put my fingers in my mouth to prevent anyone in the changing room from hearing my lewd moans. An hour later, Julie smiled and lifted herself from between my legs, her face covered in my nectar. She chuckled as she stood up, helping me to my feet as well. She kissed my lips, gently massaging my vulva, and said, "If you want to repay me, you can come to my place anytime." "How about tonight?" I asked, bravely stepping onto the new stage of sex.

"Give me ten minutes to get dressed; I think you need to get dressed too," she chuckled.

My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel, following her car to her place. She lived in a charming little bungalow, the walls decorated with rock star posters and animal specimens—a stark contrast to her personality as a rhythmic dance instructor. I found Julie to be quite complex. After we'd had some drinks, she told me she'd been spending a lot of time with female friends lately because she simply couldn't understand men anymore.

"It's not that I don't want a good cock in my pussy," she boldly stated, expressing her helplessness.

I chuckled 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 together. "Bring him over sometime so I can see him." The image of me, Brad, and Julie in bed together flashed through my mind, igniting my lust.

"I think I will," I said, setting down my glass, cupping her face in my hands, and kissing her in the most romantic way. We nestled on the sofa for about ten minutes, after which she led me by the hand to her bedroom.

Completely naked, Julie lay before me, legs spread wide, long dark brown hair draped over the white pillow, fingers dancing on her pink labia, eyes hazy. I stood at the foot of the bed, gently teasing her toes with my fingers. I felt like someone learning to dive, the best way to learn was to jump straight into the pool.

Even though I was just a beginner, Julie probably liked me this way. When I started licking her vulva, she gripped my head, arched her back, and lifted her plump buttocks. I pressed my face against her genitals, deeply experiencing her scent and taste. Knowing what I liked, I treated her the same way, teasing her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, so gently, just to make her want more.

I inserted a finger into her anus, and her back passage, like quicksand, sank my finger deep inside. I looked at her and said, "Brad will love fucking your ass." Julie responded with just a gasp. As I inserted my finger, I continued to lick her swollen clitoris. A few minutes later, she reached orgasm, her legs clamping tightly around my ears, almost making me succumb to her sensual skin.

Julie and I planned to bring Brad in the following weekend, and she invited me to dinner. This was exciting; I could hardly wait. But I decided to act nonchalant, casually telling him that Julie had invited us to dinner, without revealing what dessert was.

"Julie? You mean that tall, brunette beauty, the instructor who teaches your class?" That was his first reaction.

"How did you know?" I asked.

He admitted somewhat guiltily that he would come to watch our aerobics class during breaks from weight training.

"You looked amazing practicing your dance in that leotard," he said. "And she looks really beautiful too. I'd love to meet her." Julie treated us to Italian bread and snacks, plus a bottle of wine, of course. She looked refreshing in a cotton blouse and canvas skirt. She and Brad got along really well; they were both sports fans, even fans of the same baseball team. Since I wasn't interested in going to the game with him, he instinctively wanted to invite her along. Brad glanced at me, worried I might mind, but I just looked indifferent.

After dinner, we gathered around the fireplace, listening to music and chatting. I sat next to Julie, placed my hand on her lap, and said to Brad, "You know what? Julie and I have become very close friends." Julie echoed my words, kissing my lips and saying, "Yes, very close, Brad." Seeing Julie and I chatting like this, Brad's jaw seemed to drop. I knew this wouldn't bother him—he'd long had sexual fantasies about having a bed partner. Seeing him stunned by our little game gave me a fresh thrill.

"Let's go to the bedroom together, okay?" Julie said.

So Brad followed us like an obedient puppy. Julie and I undressed first, then encouraged Brad to follow. He was already fully erect. Julie held his penis in her hands, slowly stroking it. Brad sighed as if relieved. I sat on the bed, inserting my hand into my own thirsty vagina.

That night was truly a carnival of debauchery. First up was Brad, who got to know Julie better—from head to toe, a full six feet tall. He sucked on her toes, nibbled at her earlobes, teased her nipples with his tongue, and licked her vulva.

As Julie was brought to the brink of orgasm by Brad's tongue skills, I crawled up to him and put his penis in my mouth. He was also highly aroused, so he quickly ejaculated, sending the sweet seed of life down my throat. Julie's lewd whispers during her orgasm filled the room.

Then Julie and Brad attacked me from both sides. Brad played with my breasts, while Julie focused on my vulva. By the time they were working on me, I had already lost control twice, so dizzy and disoriented that I couldn't even remember my own name.

Recording the details of that night seems a bit difficult. Brad was like a sex machine; he got hard three more times, sending his remaining load into my vagina, Julie's anus, and finally, while watching Julie with a dildo strapped to her waist fuck me,

he masturbated while sitting in a chair. Julie's thrusts were very powerful, and looking into her seductive and feminine eyes while feeling the thick "penis" filling me was a very special feeling. When Brad was about to ejaculate, he stepped over the headboard, pointing his erect penis at Julie, while she continued to thrust into me with the dildo. Brad ejaculated when I reached orgasm, hitting Julie's chin and dripping onto my breasts. Brad said it was the most exciting sight he had ever seen, better than any pornographic film.

"Combining the two of you, my sweet and lovely blonde wife, plus that tall, athletic Titan beauty, wow, it's so passionate," he said to me at breakfast the next day.

It was well past noon. We had partied all night, sucking and fucking until dawn, only getting up after noon to start a new day.

I agreed with him; being with Julie was the most glorious period of our sexual life. We would continue to see her, alone or together. Julie had awakened our hidden, shared fantasies, and we would repay her—not with money, but with a series of roof-shaking orgasms.

[The End]

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