Wife’s friend became my personal trainer

This happened to me two weeks ago. My wife and I moved from Gurugram to Bangalore a few months ago. We rented a flat in South Bangalore in one of the prestigious societies. Juggling between work and furnishing the place, we finally settled in and decided to host a housewarming party.

My wife and I met in the same company (now ex-company). So we had a few common friends from there, as well as a few of my friends and a few of hers. I had met all of her friends previously, except for Radhika, who couldn’t come to our wedding due to a family emergency.

Yes, you guessed it right – Radhika is the leading lady of this story.

The housewarming soiree was on a Saturday evening. We had been preparing all of Friday evening and Saturday morning for the same. We had arranged for booze, some hookah, and some other stuff (wink) with appetisers and pizzas. My wife changed into a beautiful blue gown.

My God, she was looking heavenly. In the midst of all the office work, shifting and party prep. We have not had sex in more than a week. I breathed a sigh. I was wearing a crisp navy blue shirt with black jeans.

I had gained some weight post-marriage, amidst all the celebrations, welcome dinners, date nights, honeymoon etc. That belly fat was starting to irk me.

Anyway, guests started arriving around 7:30 pm, well aware that the party would probably go on till late into the night. My better half had made some welcome cocktails, which everyone relished. Then we started playing games with songs playing in the background. Radhika was running late.

Around 9 pm, we heard the doorbell ring, and I got up to open the door. It was as if a whiff of some intoxicating fragrance hit my nose like a breath of fresh air. It was Radhika. There she was, clad in a black sleeveless bodycon dress, tightly hugging all over her body.

She was fair and had a lovely figure with perky breasts displaying a hint of cleavage, a slim waist and a wide pelvis. Way shorter in height than my wife or I, she looked like a petite but stacked diva. She raised her right arm to wave a “Hi,” and all I could notice was her toned arms and glowingly waxed armpits.

“Hi Radhika, it’s so nice to meet you finally. Please come in,” I said, stressing the word “finally.”

“Aman Jiju, so sorry I am late,” she pressed hard on “Jiju” (Hindi for a brother-in-law, as the husband of a sister-like friend) in a low-pitched, beautiful voice as she walked past me. I did notice her ass. Damn, what a fine ass.

She exchanged greetings with everyone, settled down with a cocktail and joined in the ongoing games. Hours went by, and like a good host, I was busy pleasing everyone, especially Radhika. I was making sure she always had a drink in her hand.

I don’t drink, but I was enjoying hookah set up on the balcony occasionally. She had a beautiful smile and an even-pleasing laugh. Around 11, we all settled down with some dinner with soothing music playing in the background.

One of my friends commented, “Aman, bro, you should watch your weight. You’ve been growing like anything.” I know his tone was more playful, but I felt a little embarrassed. Surprisingly, my now-drunk wife also joined him and repeated the same.

At this time, I briefly looked at Radhika, and she looked back. My eyes immediately fell to the ground. I was crestfallen. “So what, guys? He’s enjoying the honeymoon period of his marriage. And Jiju, if you want, I will train you,” exclaimed Radhika with a wide smile.

Her smile was as if to infuse confidence back into me.

Everyone started hooting, “Woah, Jiju, personal trainer mil gayi,” (Jiju found a personal trainer) stressing again on the ‘Jiju’ as if it was not embarrassing enough.

“Yeah, yeah, look at me at the next party, and you will all see. For now, let’s please enjoy dinner,” I said and changed the topic.

After dinner was done and people had started leaving, I went out to the balcony to enjoy the hookah. I was alone for a few minutes, and then Radhika emerged. “I am sorry for what you had to go through. Don’t listen to them. These guys are idiots,” she said.

“But they didn’t say anything wrong. I just haven’t been disciplined lately,” I replied.

“I understand, and I was serious. If you’re looking for some help and motivation, I can help. I was extremely bulky until 2 years ago. Then I lost fat and gained some muscle. Since then, I run an Instagram page too to share my knowledge and advice,” she said and grabbed the hookah pipe from my hand.

“Hmm, I’ll let you know.”

“Btw, I can’t imagine you being bulky at all,” I went on in an attempt to vaguely flirt. She smiled, hookah pipe still in her mouth. She drew a long breath in. I could see her chest swelling up and back down as she breathed out with smoke. She was irresistible.

Everyone had left by 1:30. My wife and I wrapped up and hit the bed instantly. The next day, she and I spoke about the offer from Radhika and she readily agreed. I confirmed with Radhika. We decided to start on Monday itself, in the mornings. I was nervous and excited at the same time.

Monday arrived, and we met at one of the Gold’s Gyms around 6 am. She was wearing a pink sweatshirt and black leggings. We warmed up for a bit on the treadmill. Then she suggested we start with some bodyweight movements. That was when she took off her sweatshirt.

She was in a maroon-coloured sports bra. She was very sexy, and I was extremely hard on my joggers. After the workout, she suggested a broad-range diet, with some do’s and don’ts. One thing she asked me was to send whatever I was eating constantly.

All I could think about was how I would like to tear off the maroon bra and bury my face in those boobies. I went home and jerked off to her in the shower. Days went by, and because of her, I was very regular at the gym. We were also constantly texting, mostly diet/fitness-related stuff.

She would share some recipes, motivational videos, etc. My wife would never mind because she was her friend, and she knew it was fitness-related. I followed Radhika on Instagram and found some reels in which she looked extremely gorgeous. I would always like her stories.

I had to travel out of Bangalore for a week, so I had to miss my training sessions with Radhika. On the second day of my travel, she sent me a post-workout gym selfie (one-time watch on WhatsApp), lying on the floor in a green sports bra, captioned “Missing my workout partner.” I was in a board room and rock hard.

“Not fair, you’re teasing me while I am at work,” I replied.

“Come back soon then, and remember to squeeze in some workout if you can,” she replied, with another one-time pic – this time a mirror selfie of her showing her ass in tight black shorts.

“I can only think of one thing to SQUEEZE after that picture,” I said boldly.

“Lol,” she replied.

We kept talking throughout my trip, and when I was back, I noticed some changes. She would constantly praise me at the gym/WhatsApp for my dedication and touch my arms, chest or glutes during workouts in a playful manner. She would flirt back as well.

Because of her, in 3 months, there were visible changes. I had always had broad shoulders (which she praised), but my torso was looking better in shape. Belly fat had disappeared. Overall, I was even better toned than I used to be before marriage.

Confidence was back, and so was my sex life with my wife. Although, I wouldn’t deny imagining Radhika at times while fucking her or while jerking off in the showers. I decided to act on it.

The following Sunday morning was on a long weekend, the gym was fairly empty. We were doing some heavy compound movements. She was doing some heavy barbell squats and asked me to support her from behind now that I was also stronger.

I stood beside her, not knowing the distance between us was very small. As she squatted down, her ass touched my dick, and I became hard. I didn’t move back, neither did she. She continued her reps and grazed my dick every time she went down. After the set, she just turned around and smiled sheepishly.

Next, I went on the bench press, and she came on top of me again to support me. She sat very close to my dick. Then adjusted herself until she was on top of it. I was still hard, and every rep felt like we were dry-humping. It was clear what both of us wanted.

In one of the breaks between sets, I asked the guard outside not to let anyone else into the gym in exchange for two 500 rupee notes. After almost an hour of feeling each other this way, the moment we reached the locker room to change, we started kissing each other madly.

I kissed her lips intensely, almost biting the lower and upper lips one by one. We were pumped, drenched in sweat, which mixed with her mysterious body perfume, did magic on me. I pinned her against the lockers while kissing, without a care that we were in a public place.

Her left hand held my head and brushed my hair while our lips were having a wonderful time. Her right hand slowly reached the top of my shorts, rubbing my dick. My hands were grabbing her ass tighter than ever after the squats! It felt so good touching her.

Our kiss went on for about 10 minutes, only to break for a breath. My hands then went straight to her boobs over her bra. Her pink bra today had a zip in front, which I wasted no time unzipping. Her boobs were out a couple of beautiful melons with light brown nipples.

They were big but not at all sagged. After all, she was a fit woman (36D-28-32). I got to know her exact measures later. I pressed them, mauled them, kneaded them, and pinched the nipples for a while. She pulled my shorts and underwear down to release my member.

She gasped at it and started stroking it with her hand. I sucked her boobs while still standing in the locker room of a public Gold’s Gym. I wanted to go for the kill, but not without having tasted her pussy. After all, I had imagined it so many times since the housewarming party.

I turned her around and bent her in a doggy position on one of the benches in the locker room. I pulled her shorts and panties down in one go. Like a hungry dog, I went straight to her pussy. She was neatly trimmed there, with a bit of hair that added to the fun.

Kissed her inner thighs as my thumb pressed her outer lobe.  She was trying to contain her moans at first but then gave in and started moaning loudly. I pushed two fingers in, one after the other, fingering her. Then my lips met her pussy lips as I kissed them, and my tongue started licking her beautiful glory hole.

Once I found a rhythm with her help, I continued doing the same moves with my tongue as she kept pulling me inside. I was almost eating her out, grabbing her butt with my hands now. I was like a dog licking an ice cream for quite some time. Then she came with one loud moan.

I was in no mood to stop. So I pulled out a condom from my wallet, put it on and in that same position, thrust it in. Since she had been dripping wet for a while, it went in without much effort. I went slow at first, gradually increasing my speed with each thrust.

I gripped her slim waist with both my hands as I rode her in doggy style. The humidity of the locker room, our sweat and her wet pussy were heating the scene. She had been in that position for quite some time, so I turned her around after a few minutes of fucking.

We positioned ourselves in missionary on the bench and continued fucking. Now she held my ass as if not to let go of my dick ever, and I pressed her beautiful big boobs. I moved one hand to her pussy and started fingering her simultaneously.

Pleasantly surprised by the dual action, she came in the next 2 minutes. I also came right after her. I bent down for our lips to meet again as spurts of my cum gushed into the condom. We caught our breaths and got into the showers hurriedly.

We washed each other while playing again (she gave me a blowjob), got ready and were out of the gym.

“That was one of my fantasies. Thank you, Aman Jiju,” she said in her sweet voice, again stressing on Jiju.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, trainer mam. Maybe this can be another movement in our workout routine?” I winked.

“For sure, maybe many more variations,” she winked back.

We left for our homes.

“Boy, does someone look really pumped after his workout? Looks like Radhika is grinding her Jiju out there,” my wife said back home.

“Well, of course. She does give me a hard time at the gym,” I replied.

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