My wife cried after being fucked by the fitness coach.

My wife recently enrolled in a yoga class. After more than a month of classes, she came home and told me that the instructor kept flirting with her, occasionally making dirty jokes about threesomes. Today, she told me that the instructor asked her out to dinner, and I readily agreed, saying, "Go ahead, but don't do anything inappropriate." My wife smiled mischievously and said, "OK, no problem, but you have to be there if we do anything." Around 7 PM, my wife called and asked me to pick her up, but I refused immediately, telling her to have the instructor bring her home. Around 7:30 PM, the door opened, and after my wife came in, a strong, middle-aged man followed her in. This man was about... He was forty years old, with a buzz cut, and looked very capable. I greeted him with a handshake, and his wife gestured for me to sit down and chat with him. She then went to the bedroom. We chatted casually for a while; everyone was a bit reserved at first, but the more we talked, the more we talked, and the more we clicked. When his wife came out, she was wearing a revealing spaghetti-strap nightgown, the kind that clearly showed her nipples. The coach couldn't take his eyes off her. I patted him on the shoulder and asked if he wanted to take a shower to cool down. He nodded blankly but didn't move. His wife sat down between us and said to him, "That's the bathroom..." During the shower, the coach finally realized what was happening and got up to take a shower. After he finished, he came out wrapped in a towel. My wife laughed and said, "Still shy?" The coach smiled but didn't say anything. My wife said, "Wait a minute, I need to shower too." After she went in, I said to the coach, "Do you want me to come in and scrub her back?" The coach smiled knowingly and followed. As soon as he entered, I heard my wife let out a soft "Ah!" followed by some playful teasing. After a while, the coach came out carrying my wife. My wife pointed to the bedroom, and the coach carried her inside. When I finished showering and went in, the two of them were already having sex. With each thrust of the coach… My wife would let out a rhythmic moan, "Mmm, ahh," and hearing her cries, I immediately got hard. It felt so good. We kissed passionately, her breasts swaying like waves with the coach's rhythmic thrusts. My penis was rock hard, and I urged the coach to go faster. The coach straightened his back and began to thrust into my wife from behind. After dozens of thrusts, my wife tried to push the coach away, begging him to slow down, saying she couldn't take it anymore. But the coach wouldn't let her go, his speed undiminished, each thrust powerful, until my wife finally couldn't take it anymore and moved forward. Just as she was freed from the coach's relentless thrusting, he flipped her over, lifted her legs, and began to penetrate her again. Her legs were initially hoisted onto his shoulders, then slowly lifted by his hands, forcing her to curl up against his chest as he relentlessly penetrated her. She screamed that she was going to be fucked to death, that her vagina was going to be torn apart, but the coach continued his relentless thrusting, one stroke after another. Semen was already soaking their point of contact, and his back was drenched in sweat. He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow. His wife was then pulled up and stood in front of the dressing table for another round of vigorous penetration. She stood on one leg, the coach holding one leg with each hand as they faced each other. He kept fucking his wife until her legs were too weak to stand, then he picked her up and fucked her again. When he got tired, he put her on the dressing table and fucked her again. He fucked her like this for almost forty minutes. His wife's voice was hoarse from screaming. She begged the coach to stop, her voice trembling with tears. She said she would really be fucked to death if he fucked her like this. The coach, panting heavily, bent down and wrapped his arms around his wife's breasts, his lower body still thrusting in and out. His wife clung tightly to his neck. His back was covered with claw marks. After a few dozen thrusts, the coach finally stopped. His wife's face was covered in sweat and tears. After a while, she said hoarsely, "You finally came. Are you planning to fuck me to death?" "Die, huh?" the coach asked, raising his head with satisfaction. He slowly pulled out, and his wife grabbed a wet wipe to help him remove the condom. Looking at the condom full of semen, she said, "How long has it been since you last ejaculated? There's so much." The coach proudly replied, "I always have a lot, okay?" His wife wiped away her tears after getting off the dressing table and said, "I almost died in your hands." The coach proudly said, "Go slower later, okay?" His wife rolled her eyes and said, "You can get lost now." The coach was speechless. I stepped forward and slapped his wife's butt. Before she could react, I pulled her to the bed and forced her to give me oral sex. Soon, feeling it was about time, I inserted myself and ejaculated inside. Her swollen, red vagina was frothy with white foam, and semen flowed out as I pulled out. My wife took a wet wipe, wiped herself, threw it in the trash, stood up, straightened her messy hair, and went to take a shower. After she came out, we got dressed and went to get some late-night snacks and drank some alcohol. After we were full, the coach refused to go home and followed us back. Around 11 PM, my wife was fucked by the coach again. This time, she was completely exhausted. Finally, when my wife was bleeding, the coach couldn't hold back anymore and ejaculated after a vigorous fucking session.

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