Rough Rob the Personal Trainer

I remember the morning of Rachel's birthday vividly. Rachel was in the living room, mopping the floor. She was back in her regular, dry conservative clothes. She donned black yoga pants and a green jacket on top of grey turtleneck sweater that covered everything yet she still looked sexy. When you have double Ds, there's only so much you can do to hide your curves.

There was a knock at the door. Excitedly, I smiled at Rachel. "Happy birthday, darling" I whispered, flashing her a smile. "Your present is at the door."

Rachel grinned. "Oh John, you shouldn't have!" She rushed towards the door, swinging it open.

My smile dissolved as the man at the door came into view. The man standing at the door was wearing a black DICK-branded tank top (that's the acronym for Determined Individuals Conditioning Klub?!) that showed off his hairy arms and chest. His gut protruded from his waistband. He was holding a clipboard. It was Rough Rob.

"Robert Munroe" he introduced himself.

The trainer assigned to my wife was Robert Munroe. He was the last person I wanted to see anywhere near my wife, let alone training her in the privacy of our home. Worse yet, he was still as fat and ugly as ever, but he had somehow managed to become a trainer.

"Rob?" I asked, perplexed.

Rob grinned. "Johnny Geofferie?" He chuckled. "Fancy seeing you here." He glanced at Rachel. "You must be Rachel." He extended his hand. "I'll be your personal trainer."

As Rachel gave him a handshake, it was obvious that Rob's eyes were fixated on her body, taking in her figure from beneath her many layers of clothing.

"Oh my god!" Rachel exclaimed. "John, you got me a trainer? You know how self-conscious I've been!" She turned to Rob. "Please come in."

Rachel removed her jacket, revealing her sweater underneath. "Let's get started!" she exclaimed.

Rob smiled. "Before we begin, it is essential to stretch. Stretching builds flexibility and warms the body for the next exercises."

Rachel nodded eagerly. "What should I do?"

Rob gestured toward the living room floor. "Lie flat on your back. We'll begin with pelvic tilts."

Rachel lay down on the hardwood floor, her sweater riding up slightly as she positioned herself. Rob knelt beside her, placing a hand on her abdomen. My jaw tightened.

"Is that necessary?"

Rob looked up at me. "Please, I'm a professional. If I stray from protocol, even a little bit, your wife could go from this," he gestured at my wife's abundant upper half, "to a couch potato in a hospital."

"Is it really that dangerous?" Rachel asked. She was too dumb to know better.

Rob nodded. "If I don't position my hands correctly, she could hurt herself. Besides," he added, "I'm trained to know exactly what I'm doing."

I watched Rob place his other hand on Rachel's thigh. "Fine," I muttered. "Just make sure you do it properly."

Rob began instructing Rachel through pelvic tilts. His hands slid slowly over her sweater-covered abdomen and thigh, pressing firmly. Her eyes widened as she followed his directions, her hips lifting off the floor.

"Good," Rob praised. "Now hold that position for ten seconds. Feel the stretch?"

Rachel gasped softly. "Oh wow, I can feel it everywhere!" Her cheeks flushed pink. "Is this supposed to feel so... intense?"

"Yes, I am known for being one of the best." Rob praised himself. Much to my relief, Rob's hand left Rachel's thigh. My relief was shortly-lived, as Rob's hand found itself a new home on Rachel's ass. "Can you feel the stretch here?" he asked, finding every opportunity to touch her bubble butt.

Rachel nodded enthusiastically. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "It's like... tingling?" She shifted slightly, causing Rob's fingers to dig deeper into her flesh. "Oh, sorry!"

Rob smiled, "Don't worry. As your personal trainer, we shouldn't be so formal with each other." I hated how he emphasized the word, 'formal'. Rob's hand shifted to Rachel's groin area. "What about here? How do these muscles feel?"

My fists clenched, but I didn't do anything. Not yet at least. Rachel would stop him, I knew she would. She wasn't that dumb, was she?

Rachel's face scrunched up in thought. "I guess those muscles feel... tight?"

Rob grinned. "Exactly! Tightness means tension. Tension means knots. Knots mean..." Rob trailed off. "Well, don't worry! You've come to the right person! Once I'm done with you, you won't be tight. Not in the slightest bit!"

I didn't like the sound of that at all. What was he implying?

Rachel giggled. "Oh Rob, you're funny!" She shifted again, pressing her hips upwards. "Is this helping?"

As her hips rose, her sweater rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of her smooth, tan abdomen.

I stepped forward, wanting to do something; if she was too dumb to know what was going on, I'd have to step in to save her, wouldn't I?