The morning light filtered softly through the bedroom curtains as Eva stirred awake. Ryan was already half-sitting up, scrolling through his phone with one arm draped lazily across her waist. She stretched like a cat, her naked body brushing against his under the sheets, and gave him a sleepy smile.
"Morning, baby," she murmured, voice still husky from last night's long session.
Ryan leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Morning, gorgeous. You look even more beautiful after a good night's sleep."
Eva giggled, playing the perfect wife to perfection. "Only because you wore me out so nicely." She slipped out of bed, pulling on a silky robe that barely covered her thighs, and headed downstairs. "Stay there. I'll make breakfast."
In the kitchen, Eva moved with practiced ease—eggs sizzling, fresh coffee brewing, toast popping. She plated everything beautifully: fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, avocado slices, and a side of fruit. Ryan came down just as she was setting the table, already dressed in his crisp IT button-down and slacks.
He ate quickly but appreciatively, moaning around a bite of bacon. "God, you spoil me. This is perfect."
Eva sat across from him, sipping her coffee and watching him with adoring eyes. "You work so hard. Least I can do is send you off right." Inside, her mind was already miles away—at the gym, with Liam's eager young cock.
Ryan finished, wiped his mouth, and stood. He pulled her into a warm hug, then tilted her chin up for a deep, lingering kiss. "I love you, Eva. Have a great day. Maybe hit the gym again if you feel like it."
"I will," she said sweetly, kissing him back. "Be safe at work. Text me when you get there."
One last kiss at the door, and Ryan was gone. The moment the lock clicked shut, Eva's entire demeanor shifted. The sweet smile dropped. Her robe slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She was naked in seconds, heart already racing with that familiar, addictive thrill.
She sank onto the living-room couch, legs spread wide, one hand sliding down her flat stomach to her smooth, already-wet pussy. Two fingers parted her slick folds as she closed her eyes and let the fantasy flood in.
Liam… that cute, innocent face turning red when he came in his shorts yesterday. The thick bulge she'd felt grinding against her ass during those squats. Today she'd finally get him alone. She pictured his lean body pinning her in the locker room, his cock—bigger than Ryan's—sliding deep while she tried not to moan too loud. Her fingers circled her swollen clit faster, the wet sounds filling the quiet house.
"Oh fuck… Liam…" she whispered, slipping two fingers inside herself, pumping hard. She imagined him shy at first, then desperate, grabbing her hips and fucking her like he owned her. Her free hand pinched a stiff nipple, twisting just the way she liked. The orgasm hit fast—sharp, leg-shaking, soaking her fingers. She didn't stop. She kept rubbing, chasing the second one, picturing Liam's cum dripping down her thighs while Ryan sat clueless at his desk.
The second climax ripped through her even harder. Eva arched off the couch, moaning loud enough that the neighbors might have heard if they'd been listening. She rode it out, fingers buried deep, thighs trembling.
When she finally caught her breath, she smiled wickedly at the ceiling. "Good warm-up, baby. Now let's go get the real thing."
She showered quickly, dressed in her sluttiest-yet-still-public gym outfit: tiny black shorts that rode up her ass and a cropped white sports bra that barely contained her heavy breasts. Hair in a high ponytail, she grabbed her bag and headed out.
The gym was busy mid-morning. Eva scanned the floor the second she stepped inside—and immediately spotted Vicky near the free weights, his blond hair and cocky grin impossible to miss. Her pussy gave an involuntary throb at the memory of yesterday's rough fuck, but today she wanted something new. Something fresh. Liam.
She ducked behind a row of treadmills, weaving through the crowd until she found him at the bench-press area. Liam's eyes lit up the moment he saw her. He was already semi-hard—Eva could see the clear outline straining against his shorts.
"Hey, Eva," he said, voice a little breathless. "You came."
She stepped close, letting her breasts brush his arm. "Of course I did. Couldn't stop thinking about you after yesterday." She glanced down at his bulge and licked her lips. "Looks like you couldn't stop thinking about me either."
Liam flushed but didn't hide it. "So… what should we do today?"
Eva's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yesterday you spotted me. Today I spot you. Fair's fair."
"Alright," he grinned, loading the bar. Twenty kilos on each side—more than she'd expected from the "new guy." Eva smiled wider.
"You sure?" she teased. "You said you were just starting here."
Liam shrugged, lying back. "I used to lift before. Not a total beginner."
"Fine. Let's see how many reps you can do before you need my help." She leaned over the bar, giving him a perfect view down her sports bra. "If you make it to ten… I'll let you take me on a date tomorrow."
Liam's eyes widened. Motivation hit him like a shot of adrenaline. He gripped the bar and pushed. One… two… three… four. His arms started shaking on the fifth. Eva watched his chest heave, his cock visibly twitching in his shorts.
"Come on, baby," she cooed. "Six… seven…"
He powered through eight, face red. On the ninth rep he stalled, bar trembling. Eva's hands hovered just above the bar, ready. "One more. For me."
Liam roared and locked out the tenth rep. He racked the bar, panting, but clearly disappointed he hadn't done it solo.
Eva stroked his arm. "Don't be sad, darling. We have other exercises to test how dedicated you really are to that date."
Liam sat up instantly, eyes bright. "Really? Tell me what to do next—I'll pass it this time, I swear."
Eva pretended to think, tapping her lip… until she felt eyes on her. Across the gym, Vicky was staring straight at them, jaw tight. She'd been caught.
She leaned down to Liam's ear. "Okay, here's the next test. You have to run fifteen kilometers non-stop on the treadmill at ten kilometers per hour."
Liam blinked. "That's… easy. I'll do it." He hopped up and headed for the cardio section, already adjusting the machine.
The second he was gone, Vicky strode over, gym towel slung over his shoulder. "Look at you," he growled low, "already in hunting mode. New prey already? What happened—my cock not enough for you anymore?"
Eva turned, cocking her hip. "You didn't show up yesterday. That's on you. I don't wait around."
Vicky's eyes darkened. "This bitch really isn't easy to tame, huh?"
Eva stepped closer, voice dripping honey and venom. "Jealous? Beg me nicely and maybe I'll let you have ten minutes in the locker room."
Vicky's ego clearly wanted to tell her to fuck off… but his dick had other ideas. He glanced around, then muttered, "Please, Eva. I need that pussy."
She smirked, pussy already throbbing and wet. "Good boy."
They slipped into the women's locker room—empty this time of day. The second the door clicked, Vicky was on her. He shoved her against the lockers, mouth crashing into hers in a bruising kiss. His hands ripped her sports bra up, freeing her heavy tits, and he squeezed them hard while grinding his rock-hard cock against her.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," he groaned, yanking her shorts down. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning. Eva moaned into his mouth.
He spun her around, bent her over the bench, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. "You made me beg out there," he growled, pounding deep, "but now this greedy little pussy is the one begging."
His hand cracked across her ass—hard. Eva cried out, clenching around him.
"Feel that?" Another spank. "Your cunt's gripping my cock tighter with every slap."
Eva pushed back, meeting every thrust, lost in the rough, risky fuck. No words—just raw pleasure. Vicky fucked her like he was punishing her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit. He reached around and rubbed her swollen nub until she shattered, cumming hard around his thick cock.
Vicky followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with hot cum. They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slick.
When he finally pulled out, Eva straightened, cum already dripping down her thigh. She pulled her clothes back into place and looked him dead in the eye.
"You fuck me when I want you to. Understand that."
Vicky smirked, giving her ass one last hard spank. "I don't think you have that much control, baby. You'll fuck anybody who gives you the chance."
Eva didn't deny it. She just smiled, turned, and walked out of the locker room with her head high and pussy still pulsing.
Right outside the door, Liam was standing there—red-faced, breathing hard from his run, eyes wide with confusion and something darker.
He had clearly been waiting.
**End of Chapter 53**
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