Spades Sides Gym.

Bright lights, thumping house music, the interior is modern and the equipment is of high quality. I really need to swap gyms permanently. The walls are painted black and there are mirrors on most walls. The archetypal gym bro grunts loudly through their bench presses. The gym girls wearing tight leggings and sports bras, daring anyone to stare for too long. Vi fits right in.

I glance over at her as she explains her presence to the gym receptionist, her defined, lithe body bent over slightly as her bubbly, friendly voice carries over slightly. She's wearing a matching set of tight, maroon gym leggings with a small segment of slightly through mesh for breathability, and a sports bra that squishes her wonderful tits together. hidden slightly for now by her black cut off pump cover. She looks so fucking hot.

"What machines are you going to use?" Vi asks me as the receptionist lets us through the turnstiles.

"Probably just a mini full body workout, just to try as much as I can." I shrug as I look around at the warehouse turned gym complex. "Where's your trainer? Do you go find him?"

She leans up and kisses me on the cheek, "The receptionist told me to just warm up on the treadmill, Brandon apparently gets his clients to warm up with a small bit of cardio anyway, I'll meet you at the entrance in about an hour?"

I nod and we split as she heads to the cardio section and I to the machines.

I spend a few minutes just walking around, checking out the equipment, there is a shit ton of variety. I pick chest-supported lat machine to start off with for the time being. I look over towards Vi.

I see her crossing the gym, looking up to the tall, dark-skinned man smiling politely. That must be Brandon, a pang echoes through my chest. They reach the green, carpeted stretching area and I watch as Brandon guides her through some stretches, seemingly asking permission to touch the parts of her body that should be reacting, his hand hovering just above her thigh as she puts her feet together to stretch the muscle.

It's completely normal behavior hell, it's completely overboard respectful and professional.

But every time I close my eyes I see a new depraved image on the back of my eyelids.

Vi looking up at him, obediently... hungrily. His hand gliding down to her ass, her hand reaching between his legs as he squats next to her...

I shake my head and focus on my own exercise, I shouldn't be treating every moment of our lives as some sort of depraved fantasy.

I look over again and see her in the free weights section, she's bent over, her hand and a knee on the bench, her free hand gripping a dumbbell as she rhythmically pulls it upwards and down again. Brandon stands beside her, again his hand hovering slightly above her lats, occasionally pushing his finger into her skin as she contracts.

My mind goes hazy, my brain fills with the scene of her face pushed into the bench. Brandon's massive dark hands gripping her ass possessively. Her gym leggings bunched at her knees as her moans match the tempo of the people exercising around her. I can see her face in the mirror, pleasure, fullness, pain, bliss.

I shake my head and subtly reach down and adjust myself. What is wrong with me?

I look up again. They're taking a break, she's panting softly, her pump cover on the ground next to her water bottle, her head angled upwards as she chats with Brandon. I breathe heavily. His eyes are respectful, looking straight at her face, despite her heaving chest, I can see other gym goers around her checking her out, why do I want Brandon to check her out too?