Chapter 4

As you hear the sound of the front door opening, you turn to see your wife walking in from her workout session. "Hey, how did it go at the gym today?" you ask, noticing the exhaustion in her eyes. She sighs and replies, "It was okay, but that guy, his name is Grudge, was at it again, bullying some of the other folks." You watch as your wife enters the kitchen, an exhausted look on her face.

You listen as she recounts the details of Grudge's bullying behavior, his taunts and mocking words painting a vivid picture in your mind. "What an asshole," you say. "He really needs to be put in his place." In reality, you are imagining him taunting your wife. "Did he do anything to you, babe?" you inquire, concern lacing your words. Your wife nods her head, and you can sense the unease in her demeanor.

"He was trying to stake out like three machines at once, it was crazy. I needed to use one of them, so I just moved his water bottle and used it anyway," she explains with a mischievous grin. "And then he stood over me, so close, muttering something under his breath. It was so awkward." You furrow your brow, intrigued by this strange behavior.

You listen intently, your heart racing, as she recounts the various instances of Grudge's cruelty. The more she speaks, the more turned on you become. You can't help but imagine the humiliation and vulnerability she experienced, and it only serves to heighten your desire for her. "What did he mutter?" you ask, leaning in closer.

"Oh, nothing, I couldn't hear it" she recounts, but you can tell she is holding something back. You can't help but shake your head at Grudge's rude behavior. "That guy needs to learn some manners," you comment, feeling protective of your wife. She nods in agreement.

As your wife tells you about Grudge and the bullying he did at the gym, a strange feeling starts to stir within you. A mixture of lust and dominance takes hold, and you find yourself growing increasingly aroused by the thought of Grudge treating her in such a manner. "I did hear some interesting things at the gym today," she says, her tone serious.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by her words. "What did you hear?" you ask, curiosity piqued. She lays a finger over her lips and beckons you upstairs. Closing the bedroom door, she continues.

She takes a deep breath before speaking. "I found out some gossip about that guy Grudge who has been causing trouble at the gym. Apparently, he used to be in prison for ****," she reveals. She heads to the bathroom and turns on the water for a shower. You follow her.

You nod, processing the information. "That explains a lot," you mutter, thoughts racing through your mind. You watch her strip off her top.

She continues, her voice lowered as if sharing a secret. "And I also heard that he's been getting too handsy with some of the women at the gym. It's really gross," she adds, a hint of disgust in her tone. Your dick hardens at the thought of him getting handsy with your wife, and becomes fully erect as she strips off her yoga pants. As she discards them in the hamper, you notice the wet, stickiness on the fabric of her crotch.

You feel a surge of anger at the news. "That scumbag," you growl, clenching your fists. "Thanks for telling me, babe. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for that creep. That asshole just can't seem to leave people alone, can he?" you mutter, feeling anger bubbling up inside you. Your wife nods in agreement, frustration evident, but also someing else.

You furrow your brow, feeling a sense of protectiveness towards your wife. "I swear, if he ever crosses the line with you, he'll have to deal with me," you say firmly, your voice resonating with determination. Your wife smiles gratefully, appreciating the support and reassurance. "What did he say to you at the gym?" you press.

"He...," your wife hesitates, "he didn't say it to me, he muttered it to himself." She won't meet your eyes.

"What," you say more forcefully, "did he say?" You grasp her chin and **** her to look you in the eyes. Your cock is throbbing.

"He said that he should throat fuck me," your wife admits, shame in her eyes, but also arousal. "He said he should make me **** on his cock."

When she finishes her story, you can't contain your excitement any longer. You pull her close, your hands roaming over her body, as you both acknowledge the newfound eroticism in her experience. You push her against the wall, your lips crashing into hers. Your hands wander, squeezing and groping her sweaty tits, ploable beneath your fingers. You lead her into the shower, the water cascading over her body, slick and inviting.

You push her against the tiled wall, your throbbing erection pressing against her. You enter her from behind, her moans mingling with the sound of the rushing water. You fuck her with a primal fervor, imagining Grudge's cruelty and the humiliation it must have caused her. You take her harder and faster, each thrust a testament to your dominance and possession. The fantasy of Grudge's bullying only serves to intensify the experience, and you both reach a shattering climax, your bodies entwined in the shower.

In the aftermath, you both collapse against the wall, your hearts racing. You've found a new, darker side to your relationship, one fueled by the twisted allure of Grudge's actions. Neither of you will admit that you are aroused by the thought of Grudge using your wife, to one another or yourselves. However, you both feel that this newfound passion will leave a lasting impression, and you eagerly anticipate exploring it further.