At the gym

The next day and met her best friend Kim at the gym for their workout. As the girls worked out, they talked about different things when Kim brought up her sex life with her husband, Rick, and caught their attention of Anne.

Kim explained to Ann that her and Rick’s sex life had became boring, she told Anne she wished Rick would spice it up once in a while and shoot his load across her face her ass, or let her suck his cock and let him cum all over her face. Kim said she like to feel like dirty slut every once in awhile. That got Anne to thinking.

Anne told Kim about her and Jim sex life and what she had been giving Jim. She told him that she had been giving Jim supplement enhancements for testicles. Supplements made Jim’s testicles increase in size and produce huge volumes of very fertile sperm. She also told her about her research. She had done on cum denial and edging to make Jim shoot huge loads when he came.

She sent Kim the link to the supplement so she could order Rick some and also the reading material on edging cum denial. Kim asks and did it really work and Anne showed Kim a before picture of Jim’s cock and balls and an after picture of about a month of being on the supplement. Jim’s cock had thicken and girth and his balls hit just about double in size. The next picture she shared with Kim was a picture of her on her knees, her face and huge 38G tits covered in Jim’s thick cum.

Kim gasped, her eyes widening as she stared at the phone screen. "Holy shit, Anne!" she breathed, her fingers tightening around the device. The glossy sheen of Jim’s thick cum glistened across Anne’s flushed cheeks, strands of it clinging to her eyelashes and dripping off her chin. Even more shocking was the way it pooled between her massive tits, sticky ropes stretching across her nipples. Kim’s own pulse quickened, her thighs pressing together unconsciously.

Anne smirked, watching Kim’s reaction with satisfaction. "See what I mean?" she purred, swiping to another photo—this one a close-up of Jim’s swollen balls, taut and heavy beneath his thick shaft.

Kim’s breath hitched as she stared at the photo, her cheeks flushing pink. "Fuck, Anne," she whispered, biting her lip. "I need Rick to do this to me." Her fingers trembled as she handed the phone back, her workout forgotten.

Anne leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. "If Rick won’t step up…" She traced a fingertip along Kim’s collarbone, smirking at the shiver it caused. "Jim loves an audience. I bet he’d paint you even prettier than me."

Kim’s pulse throbbed between her thighs, her sports bra suddenly too tight. Kim’s lips parted as Anne’s fingertip lingered on her collarbone, her skin tingling where they touched. “You’d… you’d really let him do that to me?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Anne’s smirk deepened as she leaned in, her breath hot against Kim’s ear. “Oh, sweetie, Jim loves being surprised,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down Kim’s arm. “Handcuffs, a blindfold… he’d never even know it wasn’t me.”

Kim’s breath came faster, her pulse hammering in her throat as Anne’s words sank in. The gym’s fluorescent lights suddenly felt too bright, the air too thick. She could already picture it—Jim’s thick cock twitching in her grip, his muscular thighs tensing as she fastened the cuffs behind his back.

Kim’s breath hitched as Anne’s fingers traced the waistband of her yoga pants. “That’s right,” Anne purred, her nails digging in slightly. “Same curves, same moans… he’d be so fucking **** by the time I pulled that blindfold off.”

A bead of sweat slid between Kim’s breasts as Anne pressed closer, the scent of their workout mixing with something muskier.

Kim’s lips trembled as Anne’s fingers hooked into her waistband, the damp fabric clinging to her heated skin. “Friday,” Anne whispered, her tongue flicking against Kim’s earlobe. “My place.

Kim’s breath came in shallow gasps as Anne’s fingers lingered on her waistband. “Fuck,” she whimpered, her thighs slick with sweat—and something else. The gym’s air conditioning did nothing to cool the heat pooling low in her belly.

“I can’t wait,” Kim panted, peeling herself away from Anne’s touch with a shaky laugh. Her sports bra clung to her damp skin, her nipples stiff beneath the fabric. “I need—fuck—I need a shower.