Couples Session

Tim came home from work a little after six. The house smelled like garlic and roasted chicken. Evelyn was in the kitchen wearing one of her new workout outfits: tight black leggings and a cropped tank that showed off her midriff. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, cheeks still flushed from whatever she'd been doing all day. Millie sat at the kitchen table in a white sports bra and gray shorts. Her bulge was visible under the table, but Tim still hadn’t noticed.

"Hey honey," Evelyn said brightly when he walked in. She came over and kissed his cheek."Dinner's almost ready. Millie stayed to eat with us again."

Tim set his briefcase down. Nodded at Millie. "Hey. Good to see you."

Millie looked up. Smiled slow and easy. "Tim. How was the office?"

"Same as always." He loosened his tie. Glanced between them. "You two have a good day?"

Evelyn laughed softly. "Really good. My legs feel like jello."

"That's great. I'm glad you're... enjoying it."

They ate at the table. Chicken with rice and roasted vegetables. Tim noticed Evelyn gave Millie the biggest piece of breast meat again. His own plate had the smaller piece. He didn't comment.

"Honey," she said. "Millie and I were talking. And we think you should start training with her too."

Tim blinked. Set his fork down. "Me?"

"Yeah." Evelyn leaned forward. "You've been saying for years you want to get back in shape. Remember?”

Tim shifted in his chair. "I mean... I go to the gym sometimes. When I can."

"I appreciate the offer. Really. But we’re already paying five hundred a week for Evelyn, we can't swing two of those."

Evelyn reached across the table and took his hand. "We can. Your promotion covers it. Besides, Millie said if we’re doing this together, she’d give us a discount and only charge us $950. That’s such a good deal! And think about it. If I'm getting stronger, happier, more confident... wouldn't you want the same? For us? For our marriage? Don't you want me to be happy? I mean for us to be happy?"

"I don't know," he said finally. "It feels... expensive. Besides, I’m not even sure I have time to train like you do."

"It's an investment," Millie said. "In yourself. In your wife. In feeling like the man she deserves. If you don’t do something, Tim, you'll never be able to keep up with her now.”

“Listen, I’m sure you’re good. Evelyn really likes working for you and I’m happy for her, but I just can’t imagine it’s worth all that money. For me at least.”

“Honey!” Evelyn jumped to Millie’s defense. “You’re being rude. She’s the best, you just have to trust the process.”

Tim swallowed. Looked back at Evelyn. Her eyes were bright. Hopeful. Almost pleading.

"Please, honey," she said softly. "I want this for you. For us. It'll be good. I promise."

“I don’t know…” Tim’s **** was apparent.

Millie realized she needed to take another approach. “Why don’t you come observe a session, maybe tomorrow after work? I think you’ll change your tune once you see what we get up to.”

“Observe?” Tim’s ears pricked up, this would be a great chance to see what those girls did and why they had gotten so close so fast.

Evelyn’s breath hitched. “Wait, Tim doesn’t want to see that. He would just get bored. Besides, you always told me our sessions would be private, Millie.”

Tim spoke up. “No, actually I’d love to come. I’d love to see what you two get up to. It sounds like fun.”

Millie shot Evelyn a knowing look. A mischievous smile spread across her face. “I agree Tim, I think we’ll have loads of fun tomorrow." Millie looked to Evelyn, "you can't me all to yourself forever, your husband has to find out at some point. We already talked about this.”

Tim shot Evelyn a confused look, she only blushed.

When Tim arrived home the following night, the house was empty and quiet. There was a note on the counter in Evelyn’s cursive handwriting.Millie and I are over at her place. Door is unlocked, let yourself in. Millie made you one of her protein shakes, make sure to drink it all before you come over.

Tim looked on the counter. As promised, Tim saw a tall glass filled with a thick, frothy white liquid. He picked it up. It was warm. It must have been out for a bit. He gave it a sniff.

It smelt heavy, even a little fishy, but there was a sweetness underneath. Must have been some kind of fancy protein supplement mixed in. As he tipped the glass back into mouth, he felt chunky globs pass his lips and hit his tongue. It must not have been blended very well, because he was struggling to get it down his throat. He put the cup down as drips started to run down his cheeks. He tried desperately to chew and massage his throat to get it down so he wouldn’t ****.

When he finally caught his breath, he looked down to see the glass still half full. He put a hand to his stomach and felt a warmth spreading through him. He looked back at the note “make sure to drink it all”. He could have just dumped the rest down the drain, but he felt compelled to continue. With how ripped Millie was, she must have some sort of secret. He took another big gulp, and found it more palatable this time. Upending his glass, he found that thick chunks still clung to the side and bottom. He decided to leave them and put his glass in the sink.

Tim looked in the fridge, Evelyn hadn’t left him anything for dinner. She must have been busy with Millie. He was feeling pretty full from the shake and decided to head right over so he didn’t miss anything.

Millie’s house was modern, sharp angles and glass, bigger than theirs by a good margin. Floor to ceiling windows glowed warm against the darkening sky. He walked up the stone path to the front door. He stepped inside. The house was full of clean lines, high ceilings; the faint scent of cedar permeated his senses and something muskier underneath lingered. Bass heavy music pulsed low from deeper in the house. He followed it deeper, passing a sleek living room, going down a short hallway, until he reached the open doorway of the home gym.

The space was impressive. Rubber flooring, racks of dumbbells and kettlebells, a squat cage, pull-up bars, bench press, big mirrors on one wall. The opposite wall was all glass, looking out over a backyard that disappeared into the darkness. Bright, overhead fixtures cast a bright light over the equipment.

Evelyn and Millie were already in the middle of things.

Millie was wearing tiny compression shorts and a cropped tank that barely reached her ribs. Her dark hair was tousled, wet strands sticking to her face. Her bulge strained obviously against the thin fabric of the shorts, the thick outline unmistakable under the bright lights.

Evelyn was completely naked. Her pure, white skin glistened with perspiration. She was down on a yoga mat when Tim walked in. Her heavy breasts hung down freely as she stuck out her bare ass. Millie was standing behind her, grabbing onto her hips.

“Evy! You’re… you’re naked. What’s going on here.”

“Ahhhh,” Evelyn groaned as she pushed into her stretch. “Relax Tim, I always stretch in the nude. It’s better for mobility.”

"Right on time," Millie said. Her voice carried a lazy drawl. "Grab that chair over there, Tim. You should sit and watch us work."

He hesitated. The chair was a low folding one, positioned deliberately a few feet back from the center of the mat. Like an audience seat.

He sat. Tim's mouth went dry. "Ev..."

"Shh," Evelyn said softly. She didn't look at him. Her eyes stayed on Millie. "Just watch, honey."

Millie pressed close behind her. One hand slid up Evelyn's stomach, cupping a breast, thumb circling the nipple until Evelyn's breath hitched audibly. Her warm crotch pushed up hard behind Evelyn. The blonde felt the strained synthetic fabric against her bare skin.

Tim shifted in the chair. His slacks felt suddenly tight. He could see the way Millie's fingers moved across his wife's skin. Evelyn was like putty in her strong hands.

Millie grabbed two big handfuls of tit and squeezed. A sharp moan escaped from Evelyn’s lips. Millie used her strength to pull her back to a standing position. Evelyn continued pushing against Millie’s crotch, hiding her growing erection.

Tim wanted to object. He felt like he was watching himself in the chair. He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

Millie peeled her own tank off. Her breasts looked full and heavy. Tim marveled at her perfect golden skin. Though her breasts look soft and yielding, Tim could still see the hard dense muscle underneath.

With slow, commanding movement, Millie put her hands around Evelyn’s waist and spun her around. She put one hand on her head, and guided the blonde down to her knees.

Evelyn looked back at Tim, his eyes were wide with wonder. His expression was a mix of horror and excitement. "There's something you need to see Tim."

Evelyn looked back up at Millie. The futa gave her a knowing nod. Evelyn hooked her fingers into Millie’s shorts and started to pull. Slowly.

Tim watched in slow motion as inch after agonizing inch came into view. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Millie’s cock was already hard., eager to break free. Tim’s mouth was open now. His jaw was moving down almost in sync with Millie’s shorts. Heat flooded his face, his chest. Lower down, his own erection throbbed painfully against his zipper.

Millie’s cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. Her erection shot up, bouncing with excitement and pressing against her toned abs.

Tim's heart hammered. "This isn't... we didn't talk about..."

Evelyn looked over her shoulder at him. Eyes glassy. Voice thick. "Sit. Watch. Please, Tim."

“I can already see how hard you are, Tim. Just enjoy the show.” Millie smiled and then looked down at Evelyn.

Tim's hands clenched his knees. He looked down and found that Millie was right.

Millie stepped forward. Evelyn opened her mouth without hesitation. She took the head inside, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Millie groaned low, fingers threading into Evelyn's ponytail, guiding her deeper. Wet sounds filled the room. Slurping and sucking. Soft gags when Millie pushed to the back of her throat. Noises Tim had never heard his wife make.

Millie fucked Evelyn's mouth steadily. Slow at first, then faster. Drool slicked Evelyn's chin, dripped onto her breasts. Millie pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting them, then slapped the wet shaft against Evelyn's cheek. Once. Twice. Evelyn moaned.

Tim’s wife didn’t look back at him again that night. She was too focused on the fifteen inches of unrivaled futa cock in front of her. Millie took her hand away and let Evelyn go to work. She licked up and down the shaft, just like she had been taught. Lapping. Kissing. She made sure every inch was covered. Arching her back towards Tim, she worshiped Millie’s heaving, full balls for minutes on end. Stretching her mouth open, Evelyn sucked on each testicle, filling her mouth and using her tongue to stimulate them.

Tim still couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe right. His hand found its way down to his pants. He rubbed the heel of his palm against his straining erection. He didn’t even notice himself doing it. He needed relief.

Once she was satisfied with Evelyn’s submission, Millie grabbed her head with both hands and started to thrust her cock into Evelyn’s warm, tight throat. She was going faster than before, pushing her entire length inside with every thrust. Millie was clearly showing off, making sure that Tim knew how thoroughly trained his wife had become over the last few days. Evelyn gagged and wretched, but she didn’t resist. One of her hands moved greedily to her already dripping cunt. She rubbed furiously while Millie used her throat.

The wet, obscene gluck-gluck-gluck filled the gym, louder than the low bass still humming through the speakers. Drool poured from the corners of Evelyn’s mouth in thick strands, coating Millie’s heavy balls and dripping in slow ropes onto the mat below. Evelyn’s other hand worked frantically between her own legs. Fingers plunging in and out of her soaked folds, thumb grinding hard circles over her swollen clit. Her hips jerked in tiny, **** spasms.

Millie’s breathing turned ragged. “That’s it, baby. Take every fucking inch. Show him how good you’ve gotten.”

Evelyn moaned around the thick shaft stuffing her throat, the sound muffled and vibrating straight up Millie’s length. Her body trembled. Her free hand clawed at Millie’s ass, pulling her deeper still. Tim could see the exact moment it hit her. Evelyn’s back arched violently, spine curving, breasts bouncing up and down as she spasmed. She came hard. A high, broken whine escaped around Millie’s cock, the vibration tipping Millie over the edge.

Millie’s hips snapped forward one last time, locking herself balls-deep. Her abs flexed, thighs tensed, and she groaned low and long. “Fuck… here it comes.”

Tim watched the base of Millie’s shaft throb visibly. Pulse after heavy pulse. Evelyn’s throat worked frantically, swallowing, gulping, trying to keep up. Evelyn wretch and thick globs of cum erupted from her nose. Cum seeped out the tight seal around her lips, running down her chin in creamy rivulets, dripping onto her heaving breasts. Millie held her there through every spurt, grinding slowly, making sure every drop went straight down Evelyn’s throat. Evelyn shuddered again, a smaller, aftershock orgasm rippling through her as the hot flood filled her belly.

Tim couldn’t believe it. More cum had escaped her mouth than Tim had ever seen in his life. As he watched his wife’s throat swallow gulp after gulp, he marveled at the impossible volume of Millie’s discharge. The sight alone got him. His wife on her knees, throat stuffed full, swallowing load after load while her body shook with her own release. It snapped something inside him.

His cock jerked violently inside his pants. He felt spurt after spurt fill his boxers as his hips bucked in the chair. Warmth spread across his groin in pulsing waves, fabric clinging wetly to his skin. He looked up to find that Millie was staring right at him, looking into his soul as he came. He broke eye contact, looked down in shame. Tried to cover his groin. It was already too late. She saw it.

Millie finally pulled out with a wet pop. A final rope of come painted across Evelyn’s swollen lips and cheek. Evelyn stayed on her knees, panting, chest rising and falling fast. She licked her lips slowly, catching what she could, then looked back at Tim.

Tim sat there, breathing hard, trousers dark and sticky at the front. He couldn’t meet her eyes. Couldn’t look away from the mess on her face, the shine on her thighs, the satisfied curve of Millie’s smile as she stroked her still-dripping cock, milking out the last drops.

Millie walked closer to Tim. Towering. Her cock still glistened with spit and cum. “You can go now Tim. I just wanted you to get an idea of what I’ve been doing with Evelyn. She’s going to stay over here tonight so we can train late.”

Tim looked up, ready to protest. Millie’s half hard cock was right at his eyeline now, only about a foot from his face. His eyes lingered, then he looked down again, saying nothing.

“Don’t worry, you can come by again after work tomorrow. We’ll be training again. I know you had a good time tonight.”

Tim stared at the floor for a long moment, the wet patch on his slacks cooling against his skin. The room still smelled of sweat and sex and cedar. Evelyn stayed on her knees, breathing slow now, one hand idly tracing patterns through the streaks of come on her chest like she was savoring it. She didn’t speak. Didn’t look at him.

Millie stepped back casually. She tucked her softening cock back into the compression shorts with a lazy adjustment, the fabric stretching obscenely again. “Go on home, Tim. Get some rest. You’ll need it. I already got your credit card info from your wife, I’ll be charging for the both you starting tomorrow.”

He nodded. He didn’t look up. He just stood up on unsteady legs. The chair creaked behind him. He turned without looking at either of them, walked out of the gym, down the hallway, past the sleek living room. The front door clicked shut softly at his back.

The house was dark when he got home. He didn’t turn on any lights. Didn’t eat. Didn’t shower. Upstairs he stripped in the dark, peeled the ruined boxers away, wiped himself roughly with a towel from the hamper, put on a fresh pair. The sheets were cool when he slid between them. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling fan turning slow lazy circles.

Through the bedroom window he could see Millie's house across the way. The gym lights were still blazing, bright rectangles cutting through the night. Tim’s hand drifted down almost without thought. His cock was already half-hard again, sensitive from earlier, twitching at the lightest touch. He wrapped his fingers around it, slow at first. Eyes fixed on those glowing windows.

He pictured Evelyn’s throat working, the way her nose had flared when the come overflowed, the thick ropes painting her face. He tried to picture his own cock in her mouth, but he couldn’t. He saw Millie. Tall. Strong. Hung. Confident. Everything he wasn’t.

He fantasized about his wife’s submission. But not to him. She would never submit to him like that. His strokes sped up. Breath came shorter. The bed creaked faintly under his hips. He didn’t try to be quiet. No one was home to hear.

He imagined Millie fucking his wife. He looked at the warm glow from the gym and pictured Millie bending Evelyn over, her thick cock stretching the folds of her pussy thin as she thrust long and deep. His thoughts went to the bedroom, the shower. In his mind he saw his wife getting railed in the very bed he was lying in. Moaning, wrapping her legs around Millie’s toned body. Cumming around a cock that was impossibly bigger than his.

He came. His thin, watery, second load dribbled onto his fingers and his stomach. He wiped it up quickly and tried to push the thoughts out of his brain.

Tim closed his eyes. He rolled onto his side and let sleep take him.

It's been a bit since my last update. I've been really busy with grad school these past few weeks. I've already got an outline for the next two chapters, and a chunk written for "Futanari Roommate." Thanks as always for reading and stay tuned for more smut!