Chapter 5

As your wife walks through the door, you can't help but notice the change in her appearance. She's wearing a pair of tight, short shorts that hug her hips and a much skimpier top than usual, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. A small seed of doubt plants itself in your mind: who is she trying to impress?

"Hey, how was your workout today?" you ask, trying to sound casual as she sets her gym bag down.

"Oh, it was great. I did some cardio and then hit the weights," she replies, seemingly unaware of the tension in the room.

"Anything interesting happen while you were there?" you inquire, hoping for some insight into her new attire.

"I did manage to hit a new personal record on the leg press, though. I think I can finally press more than you now," she teases, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"I don't know about that, but that's quite the accomplishment. You've been working hard at it, so I'm not surprised. And don't worry, I'll catch up eventually," you wink, trying to keep the competitive edge out of your voice.

"Oh, and I ran into my friend while I was there. We chatted for a bit on the treadmills, catching up on life and everything. She's doing well, and we're planning to meet up for dinner next week," she adds, clearly more excited about the news of her friend than anything else.

As your wife recounts her day, you can't help but notice the way she avoids giving you any juicy details about Grudge. You can't help but feel a bit relieved, but also disappointed. Your curiosity about the gym bully and about her new attire still lingers. You decide to ask her directly.

"So, did you have any problems with that Grudge guy at the gym today? How's that situation going?" you inquire, trying to sound casual. She gives you a look. You sense that she's well aware of your fishing for information, and she decides to have a bit of fun at your expense.

"Oh, Grudge. Yeah, I did see him. He's been trying to get my attention, but I'm not interested in his antics," she teases, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Really? What antics?" you inquire, trying to maintain your poker face.

"Well, he's been making a point to work out right next to me, grunting and dropping weights at the most inopportune moments. It's quite the show, if I do say so myself," she says, laughing at your discomfort.

"Sounds like a real charmer. I'm glad you're handling it like a pro," you reply, trying to mask your amusement.

"Of course, honey. I'm a strong and independent woman. I can handle anything that comes my way," she says, a confident smile on her face. "I did hear that Grudge is working at the gym as an amateur personal trainer," your wife casually mentions as she sips her water.

You can't help but raise an eyebrow at this new development. "Really? Well, that's interesting. Maybe he's trying to turn over a new leaf," you suggest, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

"I don't know about that, but it does make for some interesting situations. He's been making an extra effort to get in my good graces, trying to convince me to let him train me," she explains, rolling her eyes.

"Hmm, and have you considered it?" you ask, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"Absolutely not. I'm not about to let him get that close to me," she replies, her tone firm.

The two of you share a laugh at the absurdity of the situation, and as you finish your meal, the conversation turns to more intimate topics. As the evening winds down, the two of you retire to the bedroom, still chuckling about the whole thing. You can't help but fantasize about your wife, being trained by Grudge, and the potential for some steamy encounters.

As you both undress and climb into bed. You can't resist teasing your wife about it, and before long, the two of you are entwined in a passionate and lustful embrace. The two of you continue to make love, the thought of Grudge's hands on your wife in the back of both of your minds.

As the two of you lay tangled in each other's arms, your wife's body quivers in anticipation. Her nipples harden, aching for your touch. You can't resist the temptation, and you lower your head to take one of her erect nipples into your mouth. You suck and nibble, eliciting a soft moan from her.

You move your hand down her body, slipping your fingers into her wet, waiting core. She gasps as you find her swollen clit, rubbing it in circles, her hips bucking to meet your rhythm. You can feel her arousal growing, and you know it won't be long before she's on the edge.

Pulling your hand away, you flip her onto her hands and knees, her ass thrusting up invitingly. You line up your throbbing cock with her entrance, and with one powerful thrust, you're buried inside her.

You both let out a guttural moan as you start to move, your thrusts deep and forceful. Her moans grow louder, filling the room as you plunge in and out of her, her walls gripping your length.

You reach around to her clit, continuing to rub it while you pound into her. Her body tenses, and she cries out as she reaches her climax. Your own release is imminent, and you drive into her one last time, filling her with your hot seed.

As you both catch your breath, you pull out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. The two of you lay there, entwined, basking in the afterglow of your intense and passionate lovemaking.