Chapter 7

A week later, as the two of you sit down for dinner, your wife casually drops the news. "I've changed our gym membership to a family plan," she says, her tone casual yet laced with a hint of excitement.

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of how to react. "A family plan? So you want me to start going with you?"

She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I figured it's about time you joined me at the gym. You've been talking about wanting to get in better shape, and this is the perfect opportunity."

You hesitate, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "But I don't know, honey. I feel a bit awkward working out in front of other people."

She leans in, her voice low and seductive. "Don't worry. You can just get on an elliptical in the back of the gym, and you'll still be able to see everything. If anything interesting happens, you'll be there to see it. And who knows, you might even get in a little better shape at the same time." You shrug and nod.

A few days later, you and your wife arrive at the gym, both of you feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. You follow her lead, watching as she confidently heads to the machines. Wanting to make sure that Grudge thinks your wife is here alone, you take your time in getting your new membership in order. Once your membership is set up, you head to the back of the gym, where the ellipticals are located.

You settle onto one, programming the machine to your preferences. As you start to run, you can't help but glance around, taking in the sights and sounds of the gym. To your delight, you find that the elliptical does indeed give you a perfect view of the entire room, while you remain mostly unnoticed in the back. You watch as people lift weights, run on treadmills, and engage in various forms of exercise. You wonder if you'll catch a glimpse of Grudge.

You run on the elliptical machine, your heart pumping. Sweat drips down your forehead, and you wipe it away with the back of your hand. This is actually a good workout for you. Your wife was right. Your gaze drifts around the gym, and your eyes lock on a man who looks like a fucking Viking. Grudge stands out with his massive frame, long gray beard, piercing eyes, and a torso sleeved in tattoos. His shaved head only adds to the intimidating presence he exudes.

You can't help but be struck by the sheer power of this man, knowing full well that your wife is attracted to him. The thought of her being with someone like Grudge makes your heart race, and you can't help but think about what he might do to her.

You remember the story your wife told you, about how Grudge once threatened to "throat fuck" her. You imagine Grudge shoving his cock down your helpless wife's throat, making her **** on it as he fucks her face. The image of her submission to this powerful man is intoxicating, and you can't help but feel a stirring in your own pants.

You shake the thought from your head and continue running on the elliptical, searching around for your wife. She catches your eye, smirking as she heads towards Grudge. She positions herself in front of the machine Grudge is currently using and begins to stretch her arms and legs, her body language oozing confidence and seduction as she performs her post-workout stretches.

Grudge, you notice, can't take his eyes off of her. The sight of her in her tight workout clothes, the way her body moves as she stretches, all of it is intoxicating. Grudge watches as she bends over, her back arched, giving him a full view of her pert, rounded ass. Your wife, fully aware of the attention she is receiving, decides to take it up a notch. She lowers herself into a deep squat, her legs spread wide, revealing the outline of her pussy. She holds the position for a moment, looking directly at Grudge, and then winks at him before standing back up.

Grudge's breathing hitches, and a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. He knows he iss being played, but the sight of your wife flaunting herself in front of him is too much to resist. As she continues her stretches, Grudge can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to have her, the forbidden fruit, all to himself.

You can't help but notice the way your wife's gaze lingers on you, but you're also aware of the attention she's receiving from Grudge. You feel a shiver of excitement as you catch his piercing gaze as he stares at your wife. She exaggerates her movements. She stretches her arms high above her head, feeling the tightness in her chest, and then slowly lowers them.

Her gym clothes are quite slutty, the tight, low-cut top revealing just enough of her cleavage, while the high-waisted shorts leave little to the imagination. You notice the eyes of the other gym-goers on her, but it's Grudge's gaze that holds the most power. As she moves into a series of lunges, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The thought of Grudge's large, rough hands gripping her body, just like your mind has been conjuring, makes your cock throb.

Your wife continues her stretching routine, feeling bolder with each passing moment. She arches her back even more, pressing her breasts up and out, and then slowly lowers herself into another deep squat. You can see the way Grudge's eyes follow her every movement, locking onto the folds of her pussy beneath the tight, wet crotch of her shorts as she squats.

You are aware that she's aware that you're watching, too, and the thought of seeing her like this, on display for another man, only adds to the intoxicating mix of desire and excitement. As she finishes her routine, she stands up, gives Grudge another wink, and heads for the car, her heart pounding and her pussy aching for attention.