The allure of rhythmic gymnastics

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As I lay naked in Julie's arms, her long nails scratching my trembling buttocks, while 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 might have been because of Brad, perhaps due to his subtle hints. I had gained a few pounds during the holidays
—which was true, in fact—plus an old joke: in these past three cold months,
while he could climb walls, there wasn't a place for him to dribble. We needed to get some practice.
We recently moved into an apartment complex with a rather luxurious gym. Many of our neighbors
are members. Brad and I took a look around, and he absolutely loved the weight training and cardio
equipment, such as high-end stationary bikes and treadmills.
I, on the other hand, was drawn to a gymnastics class taking place behind a large window. A dozen or so women were
following the rhythm, performing bending and stretching movements. The instructor, at first glance, convinced 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 know many fitness clubs like to hire glamorous aerobics instructors to make customers think
they'll become as fit as the instructor after coming here, but this instructor looked like a movie star.
I stared at her for two or three minutes, watching this beautiful goddess demonstrate her exercises. When she got to her knees and
bent over, performing an upward stretch, I almost gasped for breath. Then I heard Brad calling 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 deduced that the beautiful woman's
name was Julie, and she taught different classes every week. Our membership would be effective from the next day,
and Julie would be teaching 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's, while he was completely clueless about the situation. After dinner, while he was
watching TV, I hid in the bedroom, changed into the doll-like nightgown he had bought for me for Christmas, climbed onto the sofa
, knelt beside him, and rubbed my full breasts against his face. Unable to resist the temptation, he bit into me
, pulled me close, buried his mouth and nose between my breasts, and held my ample buttocks tightly with his strong hands.
I felt so intensely aroused, my hips began to thrust against his thighs. I couldn't remember
ever wanting to be fucked so much, ever longing for a spectacular orgasm to finally relax
.
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 performed the grandest oral sex of the century on Brad, alternating
between licking the entire length of his penis with the tip of my tongue while simultaneously sucking and stroking it in a piston-like motion, Julie's image flashed into my mind
. I was startled and stopped moving my head, only holding 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, took off 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, so I could play with my nipples. Yes, my
lovely husband was giving me an unforgettable 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. I found myself needing 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
.
During lunch the next day, I bought the sexiest leotard I could find—an extremely
feminine, shimmering green, open-front leotard. I might not have Julie's perfect figure, but I was still
proud of mine, especially my flat stomach. Brad once commented that I had the cutest
belly button in the world.
I also bought a pair of cute white leotards with pink lace, along with a numeric
lock, a water bottle, and a bag to carry all my gear. I was ready!
I was one of the first to enter the dance studio. Several regulars were stretching and warming up. I positioned myself
behind Julie's usual instructor's seat, and prepared a story about being a newcomer and wanting to get closer to the instructor to learn
.
At 6:30, Julie whirled in, her healthy complexion and bright smile radiating energy.
She greeted everyone she knew, and when her gaze fell upon me, her smile widened even further. Our
eyes briefly locked, sending a tingling sensation through my sensitive spot.
What followed was an astonishing hour; I followed along, practicing all the gymnastic movements. Although quite
strenuous, it wasn't exhausting.
Throughout the practice, my attention was focused on Julie. Her well-fitting leotard didn't
leave much room for imagination; her well-defined thighs and glutes, the large nipples on her full breasts
, and even the lines of her labia were visible. Because there were full-length mirrors on both sides of the classroom, I could
observe her from various angles.
She was also a very good coach, constantly encouraging but not demanding. If someone made a mistake, she would
personally teach them 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 hip. I felt a sensation emanating from there...
An electric current, like lightning, struck my clitoris. After I performed the correct movements 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, 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 bringing my loyal electric vibrator
to bed and starting to use it for hours of pleasurable massages. Throughout the process, I kept thinking about Julie. I imagined
her burying her head between my legs, licking my wet, tender vulva. I fantasized about her vagina squirting against my face
, letting me experience the sensation of a vulva 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 course, still wondering how to get closer to her. Then, as
one course 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, more like a twist."
She placed a hand on the spot where I felt discomfort and gently massaged it. I was almost overwhelmed with pleasure
.
"You know what? They also offer massage services here. 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
.
It was this question that froze me in place: "You're a masseuse too?"
She shook her finger and smiled, saying, "Of course, I'm quite multi-talented."
I sensed a hint of malice in her eyes. She continued, "So, do you want
me to touch you?"
After getting my positive answer, she told me to take a shower first and
wait in the massage room behind the women's changing room in fifteen minutes. While showering, I couldn't help but rub my clitoris while letting the hot water wash over my whole body.
After drying myself off, I wrapped myself in a towel and tiptoed, trembling, to the massage room.
Julie was already waiting 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 top of it. "Lie
down and start with your back."
I followed her instructions, and she covered me with another towel. My face was pressed against the plastic sheet
, which felt a little cool, 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 very quickly. Would you like an hour of massage treatment?"
I murmured my agreement, and the massage began quickly, orthodox and professional. 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 clouds, and I felt extremely sexually frustrated.
Julie continued quietly, when 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 just 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.
In her eyes, I seemed to sense a hint of desire. 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 fingernails.
"Turn over, Brandy," she said softly, holding onto one side of the sheet to help me roll over.
I did as she said, and this time there were no questions. She was staring at my breasts and vulva. Julie made no
attempt to hide it; she looked at me with lust, gentle and steady. She resumed massaging my legs, moving up
to the top of my thighs. She asked, "Is that 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."
(Below)
We gazed into each other's eyes, seemingly reaching a silent agreement. Julie blinked,
then climbed onto the massage table. Her shapely body straddled me, and the therapeutic muscle massage
transformed into caresses, gently stroking my stomach, arms, and face. I breathed softly, my hands restlessly
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 ride me gently
, 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 table and began to undress.
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her. She had a perfect body; her full breasts stood high on her athletic chest
, topped with coin-sized nipples. Her skin was a uniform, healthy color, and
there wasn't a single white patch on her neatly trimmed black pubic hair. I couldn't see her buttocks yet, but I knew I'd soon have the chance, and I
could lick them to my heart's content.
With a soft "hmm," Julie squeezed onto the massage table, wrapped her arms around me, and pulled 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 pry open my lips and slipped it in to
intertwine with mine. At the same time, one hand gripped my buttocks, while the other hand perhaps scratched with its nails.
My back.
"I'm going 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 and watched her feast on my honey pot
. I wouldn't say her technique was better than Brad's; they were both quite good.
Her method was gentler, spending more time lingering around my honey pot and anus, teasing
me constantly, while also knowing when to switch to my clitoris and bring me to my clitoris.
As I reached my climax, I put my fingers in my mouth to prevent anyone in the changing room from hearing
my ecstatic moans. An hour later, Julie smiled and lifted herself from between my legs, her face covered in
my nectar. She giggled 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 to put 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 laughed along with me. "Bring it to me sometime."
The image of me, Brad, and Julie in bed together flashed through my mind, making my lust rise
.
"I think I will," I said, putting 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 took my hand and led me 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 into the pool.
Even though I was just a beginner, Julie probably liked me this way. When I started licking her
vulva, she grabbed 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 clitoris, like quicksand,
sank deep inside. Looking at her, I said, "Bride will love fucking your ass."
Julie responded with a gasp. As I continued to insert my finger, I licked her swollen clitoris
. A few minutes later, she climaxed, her legs clamping tightly around my ears, almost making me succumb to her
sensual skin.
Julie and I planned to bring Brad over the following weekend, and she invited us to dinner. This was incredibly
exciting; I could hardly wait. But I decided to act nonchalant, casually telling him that Julie
had invited us to dinner, without mentioning what dessert would be served.
"Julie? You mean that tall, blonde beauty, the coach who teaches your class?" That was his first
reaction.
"How did you know?" I asked.
He admitted somewhat sheepishly that he would come to watch our aerobics class during breaks from weight training.
"You look amazing practicing in your 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 shirt and canvas skirt. She and Brad got along very 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 to go with him. Brad glanced at me, worried I might mind, but I seemed indifferent
.
After dinner, we gathered around the fireplace, chatting and listening to music. 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 bantering like this, Brad's jaw practically dropped. I knew this
wouldn't bother him—he'd long harbored sexual fantasies of having a bed partner—but seeing him stunned by our little
game gave me a fresh thrill.
"Let's go to the bedroom together, shall we?" Julie said.
So Brad followed us like an obedient little puppy. Julie and I stripped naked first, then
encouraged Brad to follow. He was already fully erect. Julie held his penis in her hands and slowly
stroked it. Brad sighed as if he had been released. 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, getting to
know Julie better—from head to toe, a full six feet. He sucked on her toes, gently bit her earlobe,
teased her nipples with his tongue, and licked her vulva.
As Julie was brought to the brink of climax by Brad's tongue skills, I climbed up to him and put his penis in
my mouth. He was also highly aroused and quickly ejaculated, sending my sweet semen down my
throat. Julie's lewd whispers during her orgasm filled the room.
Then Julie and Brad began a pincer attack on me; Brad played with my breasts, while Julie focused on...
My honey pot... while they were working on me, I had already lost myself twice in a row, my head spinning so much I couldn't even
remember my own name.
It seems a little difficult to record the details of that night. Brad was like a sex machine; he
got hard three more times, sending his load into my honey pot, Julie's anus, and finally, watching Julie
with a dildo strapped to her waist as she fucked me. I masturbated while sitting in a chair. Julie's movements were very powerful; looking into
her seductive and feminine eyes while feeling myself filled with that thick "penis" was a very special feeling
.
As Brad prepared to ejaculate, he stepped over the headboard, pointing his erect penis at Julie, while she continued
to thrust into me with a dildo. Brad ejaculated just as I reached my climax, the semen hitting Julie's chin and dripping
onto my breasts. Brad said it was the most arousing sight he had ever seen,
better than any pornographic film.
"Combining the two of you, my sweet and lovely blonde, blue-eyed wife, with that tall, athletic Titan
beauty, wow, it's so passionate!" That's what he said to me at breakfast the next day.
It was well past noon; we had been partying all night, sucking and fucking until dawn, only getting up after noon
to start a new day.
I agree with him. Being with Julie was the most glorious period of our passionate life. We
will continue to see her, alone or together. Julie awakened our hidden shared fantasies,
and we will repay her, not with money, but with a series of rooftop-shaking orgasms. "
Rhythm clothes are just bodysuits.
I like this kind of clothing."

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