Ciara is bored in her marriage, and decides to seduce Danny, the fit young instructor at her gym. But she finds she's not in control any more as Danny takes her to his room of sex machines for a very special induction process.
Warning! Contains scenes of oral penetration, double penetration, screaming orgasms and pumping, pounding pistons.
Finally she caught a glimpse of Danny – but he was heading for the door in his tracksuit, a gym bag over his shoulder. She leapt from the treadmill and caught up with him before he managed to leave.
He turned and a wide grin broke over his smooth face, creasing lines on his cheeks. "Ciara, beautiful, how are you?"
"I'm good. You?"
He nodded and jerked his head towards the door. "I'm fine now my shift is over," he laughed.
She felt her face fall.
"Hey, cheer up! You came to get fit, not to see me, right?"
She looked at him through narrowed eyes. "You know why I came. You promised me more of the … induction process."
He sucked his teeth and glanced up at the clock. "Ahh, no can do I'm afraid. Gotta fly. But I can schedule you in tomorrow lunchtime. You know, I expected you this morning. I was waiting. Like last week?"
Her heart plummeted. "You were waiting for me?"
"I had thought it was going to be a regular thing."
She mentally kicked herself. "Ahh shoot, I'm sorry. I had to…" and she stopped. She had to what? I had to go to church with my husband. Oh, man.
He looked at her and she held his gaze. "Ciara, I'm disappointed. I had hoped you'd take the induction process a little more seriously. But I am prepared to give you another chance. We can … correct your attitude, I'm sure."
And he was gone.
Ciara stood in the lobby as people ebbed around her, staring dumbly at the swinging glass door. Correct her attitude? Why does something so sinister make me so .... wet?
As she drove home she started to feel a bit bad about how she'd been treating Frank. He was right – everything he did, he did for her. Even though the kids were off at college, he stayed as a devoted father and husband when other men would be having their midlife crises. Christ, he'd even employed a home help to take the pressure off her.
A home help who was stunningly attractive. A fact that he seemed oblivious to.
Ciara shook her head. Was he really so squeaky clean? She'd never managed to find his hidden porn stash – either under the bed or online – so he was a saint, or a hell of a lot cleverer than she thought.
It frustrated her that he was so damn good and nice and straightforward. There was never any chance of a really good clear-the-air row.
She had to give him some credit. Treat him better.
She shifted in her seat and knew she was still damp from earlier. She could grit her teeth, think of Danny, and give her husband a bit of marital pleasure tonight, perhaps.
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Published August 6, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.