Chapter 3

Your wife approaches her friend, a cute blonde with whom she shares all the latest gym gossip. "Hey, have you seen that guy before?" she asks, nodding towards the tattooed behemoth.

"Yeah, I think his name is Grudge. At least, that's what they call him around here," she replies casually, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I heard he used to be in prison or something. Real tough guy, apparently."

Your wife's eyes widen at the revelation. "In prison? Wow, that's...not surprising, I guess.," she remarks, unable to hide her curiosity. "But, like, do you know anything else about him? I wonder what he did to end up there," she muses, her curiosity piqued. "Do you think he's dangerous?"

Your wife's friend shrugs nonchalantly before leaning in closer. "I heard he was in for ****. Apparently, he got into a fight at a bar and things got pretty messy," she whispers, her voice tinged with excitement.

"Also," your wife's friend adds, "did you know that Grudge has a reputation for being a bit too touchy-feely with some of the female members? He's always offering to help them with their form, but sometimes it feels like he's getting a little too close for comfort." Your wife feels a liquid heat between her legs at the thought of that kind of attention.

"And speaking of rumors, have you heard the latest one about him?"

Your wife leans in eagerly, her interest piqued. "Tell me everything," she urges, eager to hear the latest gossip about the enigmatic Grudge.

She leans in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. "Well, there's this juicy rumor going around the locker room. They say Grudge is hung like a horse," she whispers with a mischievous grin, knowing that your wife will be intrigued.

"Is it true?" your wife asks, perhaps a little too eagerly.

"I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself, " her friend joked. Your wife feels her face flush at the thought.

As she walks to her car, the your wife can't shake the image of Grudge, the gym bully, out of her mind. She thinks about how bulky and rude he is, the way he intimidates others at the gym with his aggressive behavior. Despite knowing how terrible he is, there's a part of her that finds him oddly attractive, his confidence and power drawing her in. She can't understand why she's so drawn to someone who exudes such toxicity, and wonders if it's a flaw in her own character.

Sitting in the driver's seat, your wife's thoughts continue to swirl as she tries to make sense of her conflicting feelings towards Grudge. She knows she should despise him for his behavior, but there's something about his raw energy that ignites a fire within her. As she closes the car door, she can feel her body responding to the thoughts of him, a wave of arousal washing over her.

Unable to resist the pull of her desire any longer, the wife reaches between her legs, her fingers moving quickly as she brings herself to climax. In that moment, as she succumbs to her desires and finds release, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at being so turned on by someone so undeserving. But in the heat of the moment, all she can focus on is the electric charge that Grudge's image sends through her body.