How To Workout A Desperate American Housewife
By: T.J. Johansson
Tags: Erotica, Short Story, Fitness, Sexuality, Sex

How To Workout A Desperate American Housewife

A special at-home workout

Photo by MAX LIBERTINE on Unsplash

I got the call from Ginny on a Monday evening. She explained she was friends with Polly Graham who had highly recommended me. Both Polly and Ginny lived in the salubrious neighbourhood of St Johns Wood in London.

In times of lockdown, I was happy to train new people as long as they had a space big enough to be 2 meters apart. I had successfully socially distanced a few regulars and was keen to meet Ginny.

Her New York accent was raspy, confident and sexy

She told me she’d been in self-isolation in London on her own, while her husband and children were in the Hampton’s. Work commitments meant she had to be here in London. She mentioned she was desperate to work out.

Something about how she spoke made my cock stir. It had been a while since I had had sex. To be honest, I’d not thought about it during lockdown. I figured there was no point in worrying about my lack of sex in these usual times.

I pulled up at the imposing double-gated house. Beautifully manicured gardens paved the way to a heavy, dark blue door with immaculate chrome fittings. Number 72 Acacia Road was the fruits of a hedge funders years of work. Very impressive.

The gates opened without me doing anything. It felt like I was under surveillance. Ginny told me she had a small gym and I didn’t need to bring anything. I rang the bell.

To my surprise, a middle-aged Spanish woman opened the door, “You must be here to see Ms Ginny.”

She led me through a cool marble entrance hall.

“Wait here, she will be down in a minute.”

Family photos adorned the walls. Everything was perfectly in place.

The sound of footsteps skipping downstairs proceeded the immaculate Ginny. Bra top, Lululemon leggings, tanned skin, DD tits, flat abs, and a peachy ass. Her swishy blonde ponytail highlighted her sharp cheekbones and green eyes.

She held out her petite hand as a greeting. The warmth and softness of her touch caught me off guard. I held her hand for what seemed like an age. As if it was a conductor of sexual energy, I was instantly aroused, my cock pushing against my white shorts.

“Can I get you a water?” She asked, wandering into the massive kitchen.

“Sure,” I followed the muscular lines of her back, which rippled as she walked.

The outline of her thong accentuated her pert and peachy ass

Another door led to the gym room. The light from the rear garden illuminated the room perfectly. It was a no-expense-spared gym space. I could see a Life Fitness cable station, Peleton bike, Woodrow treadmill, and a pilates reformer — it had the lot.

“I just need pushing, I’m such a lazy ass left on my own,” Ginny laughed lightly, as she hopped onto the treadmill.

She fiddled with her phone and seconds later, the sound of Drake filled the room. I held up my hand to tell her to run for five minutes while I went to set everything up.

The sound of the treadmill slowing down told me her five minutes were up. As I turned round to watch her walk towards me, I noticed her nipples were now erect. I found myself staring momentarily at her massive pushed up tits.

“ You’re the first person I’ve been in contact with apart from my staff,” She said.

My cock was pushing into a semi hard-on

Ginny glanced a look, then looked me in the eyes, “I need to stretch my hamstrings.”

She promptly lay down on the floor and raised her right leg for me to stretch it. Her leg felt weightless on my shoulder. I placed my hands firmly on her thigh. My cock was growing uncontrollably, it was now pressed on her leg. Her eyes were closed.

“A little more please,” She whispered.

As I pushed her leg back towards her head, the combined angle of my knee and shorts saw the end of my now fully erect cock force it’s way out. Her eyes opened as if she knew she was turning me on. Without a word, the fingers of her right hand ran down my inner thigh and drifted up the length of my cock.

She held the tip gently between her finger and thumb. Her French manicure had never looked so good.

Without blinking, she asked, “What are you going to do with that?”

I was in no-mans land, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. There was no time to hesitate.

“Kneel up please,” I told Ginny.

I stood up as she gracefully got to her knees. She looked up at me with her hands behind her back smiling. The door to the kitchen was wide open. The sound of the maid cleaning made everything more intense.

“Open your mouth Ginny.”

My cock sprang out of my shorts

I pushed it towards her face. She immediately spat on the end of it and expertly worked the lower part of my shaft with her hand and the upper part with her mouth. My eyes closed briefly. Her tongue danced in time with her hand.

Pulling me out of her mouth, she whispered, “Fuck me.”

She took her leggings off. I pulled her bra top over her head. Standing in her thong I could see how perfectly she was put together. I picked her up. She was light in my arms. I put one foot firmly on the bench in front of me, pulled her thong to the side, and lowered her onto my cock.

She felt tight

It took a moment or two for Ginny to fully take me inside her. My hands were firmly under her ass, as I furiously pummeled her. Her hands tightly gripped my back.

In one quick movement, she pulled my t-shirt over my head. I swung her around and smashed her back against the wall while forcing myself deeper inside her tight pussy.

I lifted and pushed her higher up the wall so her legs now hung over my shoulders and my mouth was planted on her smooth wet pussy.

“Started from the bottom, now the whole world fuckin here”

Drake filled the room as she grabbed my head with both hands and pushed herself onto my mouth. My thick thumb pushed inside her pussy while my index finger worked her ass. I used the flat of my tongue to rhythmically lick her clit. She began to shake.

Arching her back, she groaned deeply and loudly

Then to my surprise, she squirted as she came. My mouth drank the clear liquid gushing out of her pussy. Relentlessly, I continued to work her with my tongue, my face, and my trainers soaked, and the floor awash with her juices. Again she arched and squirted.

“Fuck, yes,” She gasped.

I helped her limp body slide helplessly down to the floor and onto her hands and knees. Before she had time to fully recover, I lifted her hips up and sank deep inside her.

My fingers made a deep imprint on her buttocks as I gripped her

I moved her rag doll-like body back and forth and up and down on my cock. Her head rocked in rhythm, her pussy dripping wet, her hand furiously working herself as she yet again squirted, this time all over the yoga mat.

The floor to ceiling windows made the view into the garden all the more impressive. The housemaid continued her laundry duties, totally unaware that the lady of the house was being given a thorough workout.

I pulled out of Ginny and sat heavily on the bench. My cock was raging and my mind all over the place. She started to crawl towards me, her hair now out of its ponytail, her eyes fixed on mine.

Lifting her head she deep-throated every inch of my cock

Her eyes flickered as my cock hit her pharynx. My hands gripped the bench. The speed of her hand and mouth were a magical blur. Uncontrollably, I pumped cum into her mouth. She eased back slightly and slowed her hands down.

Her crystal green eyes smiled mischievously at me, as she opened her mouth to show me a creamy white pool of cum sitting on her tongue. She swallowed it theatrically. I leaned forward, feeling the softness of her tits on my legs, and lifted her mouth to kiss her deeply.

She stood up, facing the garden, and reversed her perfect ass, and shaved pussy towards my still hard cock. Parting her pussy with my fingers, I guided myself into her again. My hands reached around the front of her sensitive nipples. She bounced up and down enthusiastically, as I bit her back and gripped her tits before we climaxed in perfect synchronicity.

An hour had gone by quickly. Ginny went upstairs to shower. It was time to go. The maid handed me my money and closed the front door. As I reversed out of the gates back into reality, I could see the curtains move slightly on the second floor. Ginny would need time to recover from her workout.