Gael, a middle-aged man with silver hair and a scar across his left cheek, sat on the sofa in his home, watching his wife, Clara, as she read a book. Clara was a beautiful woman, with generous curves and a smile that lit up any room. She was a teacher, intelligent, and pure, or at least that's what Gael believed. They had met after the war, when Gael, tired of the violence and chaos, decided to retire and seek a quiet life. Clara had been his salvation, his beacon of hope in a world that seemed to have lost its sanity.
One morning, while they were having breakfast together, Gael looked at Clara with a smile. "I've hired a personal trainer for you, honey. I want you to stay fit and healthy," he said, overlooking the fact that the trainer was a man. Clara raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A trainer? But I already exercise, Gael," she replied, although the idea of having someone to guide her was tempting. Gael nodded determinedly. "Yes, but I want you to have someone to motivate you and help you achieve your goals. Besides, he's a professional ," he insisted, unwilling to admit that he might have made a mistake by hiring a man instead of a woman.
The trainer, a man named Marcos, arrived at the house the next day. He was young, muscular, and had a smile that seemed to melt any woman. Clara greeted him with a polite smile, although she couldn't help feeling a small blush on her cheeks. "Hi, Marcos. I'm Clara," she said, extending her hand. Marcos took it firmly, his fingers gently brushing Clara's skin. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Clara. Gael has told me a lot about you," he replied, his voice seeming to envelop her in a warm embrace.
The workout began in the garden of the house, under the morning sun. Clara was wearing a tight sports outfit that highlighted her curves, and Marcos couldn't help but stare. "Let's start with some stretches ," Marcos said, guiding Clara through a series of movements. As she leaned forward, Marcos positioned himself behind her, his hands on her hips, gently guiding her. Clara could feel the heat of his body, his breath on her neck, and something inside her began to beat faster.
Gael, who was watching from the kitchen window, felt a knot in his stomach. He wasn't sure what he was seeing, but something didn't seem quite right. He decided to hide in the garden bushes, where he could better see what was happening. Marcos, with a mischievous smile, began licking Clara's soft hair, his lips grazing her neck. Clara flinched but didn't pull away. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Marcos didn't respond; instead, he moved closer, his body pressing against Clara's. She could feel his hard member against her ass, wet and sweaty from his workout.
"Silly, my husband will find out ," Clara said, her voice trying to sound firm, but coming out more like a whisper. Marcos smiled, his hands sliding down Clara's body, caressing her curves. "Don't worry, Clara. Gael doesn't have to find out," he replied, his voice low and seductive. Clara felt a wave of warmth run through her body, a sensation she hadn't experienced in a long time. For the first time, she felt attracted to someone other than Gael.
Gael, hiding in the bushes, couldn't believe what he was seeing. His wife, his beautiful and pure wife, was being seduced by another man. But instead of feeling anger, he felt something else, something that surprised him. He found himself unbuttoning his pants, his hand wrapping around his already hard member. He watched as Marcos kissed Clara, his hands exploring her body, and he couldn't help but moan softly.
Clara, meanwhile, let the sensation take over. Her hands moved back, finding Marcos's member, squeezing it firmly. "You're a fool ," she said, but her voice held no conviction. Marcos smiled, his lips meeting Clara's in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them gently, causing Clara to moan into his mouth.
Gael, his eyes filled with lust, couldn't look away. His hand moved faster, his breathing became heavier. He watched as his wife, his beautiful wife, allowed herself to be carried away by another man, and it excited him more than he could have ever imagined. But despite everything, Clara remained proud, her mind fighting the sensations her body craved.
The workout ended with Clara panting, her body covered in sweat and her mind in a whirlwind of emotions. Marcos said goodbye with a smile, promising to return the next day. Clara, her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding, entered the house, unaware that Gael was watching her from the shadows. As she headed to the bathroom, Gael stood there, his member still hard in his hand, wondering what the hell had just happened and why he had liked it so much.