Becky, The Cuckoldress

You are Becky, a woman disappointed. Sure, when Aaron asked you out the first time you humored him. And when you still were in college, there was little money for city-trips and other fun stuff. But now? Every time you see him, you feel love for his kindness and anger for his unwillingness to take you into consideration. And it is getting a bit much right now. You just _know _he is masturbating to porn again instead of taking care of you.

_Is there something wrong with me? _you ask yourself as you trace your body. Better get out of the apartment for a moment.

As you are debating wearing no panties instead of the lacy thong you're wearing right now under your yoga pants, you hear Aaron say something:

"Becky, what are you doing?"

You suppress a flash of rage, before forcing out a cheerful answer.

"Aaron honey, I'm changing to some exercise clothes. I told you I was going to check out the gym."

"Okay"

And the idiot is back to his porn. Pathetic really. What wouldn't I give for some good dick right now.

With those thoughts spooking around your head, you leave for the gym.

Arriving at the gym, you see that the lights are on.

Is someone working out?

As you move closer, you hear the rhythm of iron bumping into iron. And then you see him. Chad, that other guy living in the building. You would rather have him living with you than Aaron- NO! Do not think those kinds of thoughts

You try to focus as you walk towards him to say _hi _but the only thing your eyes can focus on are the muscles moving under his shiny, sweaty skin, the bulging biceps and the bulge between his leg- NO DONT THINK THAT

You **** your eyes higher and meet his. Clear, piercing blue stares into your soul, like two sapphires set into the marble of a Greek statue.

"Becky, right?" He asks as he notices you approaching.

"U-uhm yeah, I'm Becky. A-and you're uum Chad, right?" C'mon girl get it together, why are you blundering like this.

"Yeah" he replies, a quick smile playing before he continues "Glad that I still make enough impressions on the beauties that they remember my name. How are you doing?"

His words light a spark deep inside of you.

"I'm doing fine. I'm a bit stressed out so I thought that maybe working out would help. And you?"

"Oh the same. Well, not really." He replies. Pointing towards the barbell lying on the floor, he continues. "Only some simple stuff really. The real heavy stuff is troublesome when I'm pent up like this."

Your eyes jump towards the weights and with a quick add-up you come to a realization.

Holy shit that's more than twice my weight.

You take a step closer, the smell of sweat filling your nostrils. Weird enough, it does not stink.

Standing so close, you really have to look up to him.

"I'm stressed, you're pent up, maybe we can work something out?" You ask.

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