[A Sweet Life with a Fitness Instructor] By Burton

Author: burton
Word Count: 4536

Lately, my wife has been complaining about her figure, especially her increasingly large and unrecoverable belly.
I've been reminding her to exercise more for a long time, but she always makes excuses about being busy with work and taking care of the kids.
I've tried to persuade her several times, but she just replies, "It's all because I gave birth to two kids for you." Gradually, I gave up and
stopped bringing it up, hoping it would be effective when she finally came to her senses. But unexpectedly, she's started
complaining about it frequently.

Wife: My colleagues have been taking classes at the gym near my company lately, and I heard one of the trainers is pretty good.

Me: Why don't you go check it out? It's rare for you to want to exercise. (Unexpectedly, my wife brought it up herself, so of course I had to
give

her a good push: I tried it out, the instructor was pretty good, quite handsome.

Me: Hmm... then continue! It's rare that you want to exercise!

It turns out she had already checked it out. Hearing that the instructor was handsome, I was shocked. This is like heaven helping me, I have to push her even
harder . I had wanted her to have contact with other men before, but because of the baby,
the ideas I had instilled before were put aside and gradually forgotten. Now that she finally has a little bit of time for herself, she should cherish it.

A few weeks later, after getting home from work, having dinner with the family, putting the child to bed,
I went for a walk with my wife in the nearby forest park, chatting about what happened that day.

Me: Most "You recently started taking one-on-one coaching classes at the gym. How's it going?

" Me: "It's pretty good. The coach is great, he corrected a lot of my incorrect poses.

" Me: "That's great! You seem to like it. What did he teach you?"

Me: "Today I did a TRX workout, it was so hard! My body kept swaying back and forth, I was very unstable.

" Me: "For example?

" Me: "When I did planks with my legs hanging from the rope, my lower back kept dropping, or my butt would stick out too high, and my body would
be unstable .

The coach would help me support my lower back or correct my pelvic position, constantly assisting me to do it correctly. But…"

Me: "What's wrong?

" Me: "Nothing! It's because the coach's hands are always near my lower back or hips, which makes me a little shy." "

Is there potential?! That's what I want from you." "Have more physical contact with the opposite sex! That's why I encourage you to go to the gym."

Me: "It's nothing! The trainer is just helping you correct your form. You're overthinking it."

Wife: "Oh! And when I do side plank scissor kicks, my legs are probably too weak, so the trainer has to hold my legs up for me,
otherwise I can't do it properly. And...

and another thing?! This trainer is pretty good...

" Me: "And what?

Wife: It's just that it feels weird to spread my legs in front of the trainer, like I'm showing them to him. And when he holds my legs up, he
keeps lifting them higher and higher, it feels so weird.

" Me: "You're overthinking it. You're not naked, what does he need to see? And it's because you don't exercise regularly, so
your legs are weak, of course he'll lift them higher!

You definitely need to... " I went to peek, this coach is someone I could be friends with.

Grandma: And I almost fell today, thankfully the coach saved me. (Suddenly blushes)

Me: What happened? How did you fall?

Grandma: When I was doing push-ups with the TRIZ, I probably lost my grip towards the end and couldn't hold on, suddenly I
fell forward, thankfully the coach caught me from behind…

Me: Good thing you didn't thank the coach.

Grandma: Thank what… Do you even understand?

Me: What happened?

Grandma: He… he just grabbed my chest! Although it was an accident in the heat of the moment…

Hearing this, I couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately, deep in the park, I imitated the fitness coach's heroic rescue…

Grandma: Ah… what are you doing?

Me: I'm a fitness instructor, I'm saving you! (While doing this, I vigorously rub my wife's chest...)

Wife: Nobody does it like this, it's just a little bit gentle... (Suddenly shuts up)

This instructor is so cute, he seems quite bold, I should get to know him better.

Me: Gently? Like this? (I have to find out how far things have progressed)

Wife: No! You're so annoying, who wouldn't care if their wife was being groped?

Me: I care! Is it like this? (While rubbing, I start to slip my hand under her clothes,
teasing her nipples

) Wife: Why are you doing this? Instructors don't do this...

Me: Then tell me, how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me? (While rubbing, my already erect...) The nipples were raised, and he
quietly lifted his clothes.

Wife: I only pinched them a little bit from the outside... um... (slowly getting into the mood)

Me: Oh! He probably couldn't resist! Your wife is so hot, it's inevitable he can't control himself. Don't blame him,
after all, he saved you!

Wife: I know... um... so... um... I didn't say anything... I hate it...

Me: If you didn't say anything you hate it, then you like it! (He pulled down the only short-sleeved shirt on his wife, since she went out
before bed , she wasn't wearing a bra.) And began to tease her more intensely, licking his wife's earlobe...

Wife: Ah... no... Coach... it's... ah... comfortable...

Me: Coach, comfortable? Then next time let him... Make you feel more comfortable...and don't you think he's handsome too?
(Seeing his wife rambling, he begins to guide her into that situation.

) Wife: Oh...how...more comfortable...my figure...um...not good...

Me: Your figure doesn't matter, you just need the coach to help you improve! To feel more comfortable, you need to do this
...(He takes his wife's nipple into his mouth and starts licking it...)

Wife: Ah...yes...yes...coach...help...lick...comfortable...but...

Me: Yes! You have to tell the coach where you want to be licked so it will feel comfortable! No buts...(He starts to ramble
on , but his tongue can't relax, he has to take care of both sides.

) Wife: Yes...nipples...comfortable...no...other His coach...saw...

so he was afraid the other coaches would see, so he didn't let his guard down. Thinking this, I looked around. Although it
was dark in the park, a snow-white body would still be quite noticeable under any streetlights. I'd been so focused on getting
my wife to follow the current situation and get on the lewd track that I hadn't paid much attention. But upon closer inspection, there seemed
to be some moving shadows nearby...so I decided to go with the flow!

Me: The other coaches might not see, and if they do, they might just be peeking. (First, I lowered
my wife 's guard, continuing my verbal work, while also slowly slipping my other hand into her shorts.)

Wife: Oh...um...they...have bad eyesight...

Me: Their eyes are filled with longing. Who wouldn't be tempted by a beautiful woman? Isn't your coach the same?
(Wow, her panties are so wet. It seems my wife is really enjoying this situation

. There really are people watching. It looks like there are one or two hiding behind the bushes. Judging from their figures, they don't seem too dangerous. Since there's
an audience , then you should perform even better!

Me: And you have two nipples. The coach can only lick one at a time.
Wouldn't ? (He starts kneading his wife's plump buttocks with both hands and slowly pulls down her shorts

. Wife: Ah...so comfortable...both sides...coach...help...um...shy...)

Me: Don't be shy. The coaches are all very enthusiastic. You'll need to ask them for help even more in the future. Besides, everyone has different
specialties . (He slowly smears the flowing vaginal fluid all over her buttocks, making them look smooth and shiny so that
the audience can appreciate them even more.

Wife: Um...coach...come on...) ...Help...Feels good...

Me: Yes, the coach will make you feel very comfortable and refreshed! (Unexpectedly, he got into it so well, and started
sliding his fingers back and forth between the opening and the anus. He only went in a little bit, and then immediately pulled out, making his wife even more excited.
Wife

: So comfortable...Ah...Want...to...come...

Me: You need to tell me clearly so the coach knows how to help. (His fingers moved faster, but he still didn't actually
insert them. He only inserted his little finger a little deeper into the anus. )

The two people peeking at each other quietly moved closer. I could clearly see that they were two young people,
probably friends! They were probably so engrossed in watching that they didn't notice if I would find out. That's good, maybe they'll have
a chance to be extras...

Wife: I want...I want it so badly...Quickly...

Me: Who do you want? What do you want? To understand, you need to be more specific. (My little finger is already halfway into
her anus , moving in and out. Because of the abundant lubrication, there's no obstruction. But the entrance to her vagina only glides over her clitoris in
waves. Her engorged clitoris only gets fuller, waiting for the moment she matures.

) Wife: Coach... I want to go in... insert it... Ah... so good...

Me: You want Coach to insert it? Like this? (Since my wife has said so, I have to give her a little treat first .
I insert a finger into both the front and back, seemingly to ease the discomfort, but actually it's more uncomfortable.

) Wife: Yes... um... I want... more... so good...

Me: You want Coach to give you more pleasure, right? Licking your nipples while inserting it into you? (I start using more
explicit language to guide my wife, letting this idea slowly seep into her mind.

At this moment, my wife's shorts...) I'd already pulled her down to the ground, deep in the park. It wasn't even truly late at night yet, and
she was already completely naked. Anyone passing by would definitely notice. To avoid things
getting out of control, and seeing those two young men masturbating, I figured it was
time to call them over.

Wife: Ah…you…you all…you have to…insert me…

My wife was about to explode. I wanted to press my advantage, so I waved to the two voyeurs and told them to be quiet
. Seeing their incredulous expressions, they probably didn't realize I'd been watching them for a long time. Then I
slowly approached. I gestured to them if they were really interested in touching and licking her. I figured they wouldn't be able to think of a reason
to refuse . I told them to each take one side, and to join in and leave as I gestured.

Me: Teach "I'll help you feel better!" (This means two extras joined in, and I
sped up my finger movements, adding another finger to her vagina to help. I'm determined to give my wife this rare opportunity to reach her peak.

) Wife: "Ah...no...oh my god...so good...ah..."

Watching the two thirsty extras diligently licking my wife's nipples, their hands constantly kneading her breasts,
I'll see if I can give them a little treat later.

Me: "Is it good? Do you like it? Is the coach helping?" (I need to keep imprinting the word "coach" in
my wife's mind so that whenever she sees the coach, she'll think of what happened tonight

.) Wife: "Oh...so good...I like it so much...coach...great...helping...I want to insert..."

Me: "The coach has already inserted, what else do you want to insert?" (I also...) I couldn't hold back any longer, it was time to go on stage,
but before that, I had to get my wife to her climax

. Wife: Insert me... almost... almost there... I want it...

Me: You mean... the penis? (I deliberately guided my wife to say something more lewd, my fingers never stopping, seeing that
her little bean was about to burst red and mature, I also signaled the two extras to work harder.

Wife: Ah... the penis... yes... almost... I want it... Coach...

Me: You want the coach's penis to insert into you? (I boldly led my wife to say such things, not knowing what would happen afterward?
But it's already like this, so I'll go for it. I also took off my pants and prepared to stand by.

Wife: Mm... I'm here... Coach... insert me... the penis... ah... I'm here...)

At this time, I continued to stimulate her, keeping her orgasm going, and asked the two extras to step aside, and wait for my wife's
orgasm to subside slightly. I immediately got to work, having held back for so long, and went all out from the
start .

Wife: Ah…ah…penis…so good…so hard…so big…

My wife was lying on a park bench, being violently pounded in from behind, each thrust feeling like it was penetrating her.
The sounds of slapping were very clear in the night, and with my wife's moans, it would be hard for anyone passing by not to notice.
Unfortunately, thankfully, no other passersby seemed to be around. Then, I signaled to the two extras that they could finish their
work and continue masturbating, letting them spray on my wife's blanket or breasts if they wanted, but not too obviously.

Me: Oh…coach, so good…you're so wet…so tight…want more?

Wife: Mmm…mmm…so good…yes…

Seeing the two extras nearing their goal, I also gave it my all… We couldn't linger too long, lest something go wrong. I had
them each use one hand to rub my wife's breasts to speed things up to the finish line.

Me: Did the coach help you? If you need anything in the future, just tell the coach, and I'll do my best to help you. (
While saying this, I was already holding back from ejaculating, wanting my wife to reach her climax one more time to reinforce the experience.)

Wife: Yes... Ah... I'm... coming again... Coach... help me...

At this moment, the extras had already ejaculated, one ejaculating from the side against my wife's breasts, and the other spraying directly onto
her back. I told them to leave quietly as soon as possible, and then it was my final, main event.

Me: Coach... I'm... coming... Mmm...

Wife: Ah... I'm... coming... Coach... I've... ejaculated... so much...

Taking advantage of the afterglow of the climax, I picked up my wife's soaked panties and quickly wiped away the rest of her semen, and...
I tossed my hand into the nearby trash can, kissed and hugged my wife tenderly, and slowly helped her put on her clothes. My wife
leaned me, and we walked home slowly.

Wife: Why are you all sticky? Where are my pants? Was there someone else just now?

Me: You… you're sweating! Your underwear was too wet to wear, I threw it away, I'll just buy you new ones. Besides
, who else was there? It was all your coach…

Wife: Coach…? I hate it… how am I supposed to go to class like this…

Me: You'll still go to class! You were just talking about coaches all the time, maybe your coach
will actually help you in the future…

Wife: You pervert, I'm not talking to you anymore! It's all your fault for messing around, the coach won't… I won't say anymore!

I stopped halfway through my sentence. I believe there must be some secret I don't know yet. It seems that after tonight,
everything will be different. I look forward to my wife's lewd life in the future, no… I mean, my sweet life with my wife
…

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