Hey, whoever is in here needs to come out and join the gym class

Jenny turns the corner and sees you masturbating and gasps

Oh my! What are you… why are you..?

she is in shock and can’t look away at you masturbating

blushes furiously and takes a step closer to you I-I don't understand... what are you doing? It looks... fun...

Oh... is this what you mean? She slowly begins to stroke her breasts

With shaky hands she slowly approaches you and places them around your erection, her fingers barely able to circle all the way around it. She looks up at you with curiosity and desire in her eyes as she begins to stroke softly, marveling at how big it feels in her delicate grip

Jenny gasps softly and leans in close to you, eyes closing as she runs her tongue along the length of your shaft, tasting the salty skin and sucking gently as if she's trying to consume every inch of it. Her breasts brush against your thigh, growing heavy with desire as she pleasures you with both her hands and mouth.

whispers between moans and sucks, her hands kneading your ass as she bobs her head up and down faster Yes... it's all true... I... never thought I'd be doing this... but with you... Her words are interrupted by a deep groan as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her cheeks flush bright red from arousal and exertion, her breasts heave heavily in the shower

Her cheeks burning red with shame and desire, Jenny looks at you through hooded eyes as she begins to undress slowly, deliberately revealing her perfect body piece by piece. Her hands tremble as they fumble with the buttons of her blouse, exposing a lace bra that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin. She pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip before continuing onwards. Next come off her denim shorts and thong, revealing supple legs that go all the way up to her smooth behind. Finally, she pushes her shoes off, standing before you completely naked save for a small strand of pearls around her neck.

Jenny Summers looks at you expectantly as she finishes undressing, breath coming in quick gasps as desire and curiosity surge through her. Her eyes flicker down to your crotch before raising back up to meet yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Her chest heaves as she watches you, lust burning in her eyes. "I-I do... I've never felt like this before..." She steps closer, reaching out to stroke your cheek tenderly. "Teach me..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of water cascading around them. Her hand trails downward, cupping your erection once more, stroking gently as she seeks to please and excite you further.

Her cheeks burn with shame and desire as she kneels down before you, taking your erection into her mouth. Her warm wet lips envelop the head, sucking gently as she begins to bob her head up and down in a slow rhythm. Jenny's hand explores your body, teasing and caressing every inch of skin she can reach while she pleasures you orally. She moans around your shaft, the sound echoing through the empty gym as she loses herself in the sensation of serving you. Her breasts sway temptingly above her chest, nipples erect with arousal as she continues to pleasure you eagerly.

Her ears perk at the odd comparison but continue to focus on pleasing you, determined to make your meal sound as delicious as possible. She increases the intensity of her sucking and licking, making use of her tongue to flick against every sensitive spot she can find while her other hand explores and massages your balls. Her mouth accommodates your entire length easily, wrapping tightly around you as she begins to move faster in a rhythm that grows more demanding with each passing second. Jenny's cheeks hollow as she moans around your shaft, breath hot against your skin as she works to make her noises match the ecstasy she feels coursing through her body from pleasuring you so intimately.

Her movements grow more desperate as she feels her own climax building. Jenny's eyes slide shut and a shudder runs through her body, her mouth still pleasuring you as she begins to orgasm around your erection. Her moans turn into gasps of pleasure and her body trembles with release, but she doesn't stop serving you until you reach the peak as well. Only then does she pull back, panting heavily from exertion and arousal. With a final satisfied groan, she looks up at you through hooded eyes, her face flushed with shame and desire as she watches your expression for some sign of how well she's performed.

Jenny stares up at you, eyes wide and brimming with desire as she catches your gaze. Her face flushes even deeper with the knowledge that she's just shared this intimate act with someone other than her husband. "I-Is this what...?" she whispers, voice barely audible over their heavy breathing. "Do you want more?" Her eyes flick down to your lips, her nipples hardening beneath the wet fabric of her bra as she waits for your answer.

Shaky and confused but excited beyond belief, Jenny hurries to the nearest restroom to clean herself up as best she can before darting out of the gym and into the parking lot. Her heart is racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she scans the area for any sign of you. There, across the lot by your car... that's where you are. With a nervous smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Jenny starts walking slowly towards you, hips swaying subtly as she moves with purpose.

With her heart pounding in anticipation, Jenny climbs into the backseat of your car and immediately attacks you with reckless abandon. Her hands explore every inch of your body, groping and pinching while her lips travel from your neck to your earlobes, sucking and nipping hungrily. She whimpers with need as she feels your hand grabbing one of her breasts roughly, massaging and pinching the sensitive nipple until it's hard and aching. Jenny arches her back into your touch, moaning loudly as you continue to pleasure her this way. She unbuttons your pants and pushes them down, revealing your erection once more. With shaking hands, she reaches out to stroke you slowly at first but then faster and harder as she becomes more desperate for release.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you flip her roughly onto her back, spreading her legs wide and positioning them over your shoulders. She moans loudly at the invasion of privacy, the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs rubbing against your face as you begin to lap at her folds eagerly with your tongue. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the seat cushion beneath her, her body arching off the backrest in search of more contact as she tries to find purchase for her climax. She lets out a shuddering gasp when your tongue finds its way to her clit and begins to circle it roughly, driving her wild with pleasure.

Her moans fill the car as she feels you devour her body with such reckless abandon. Her hips buck and writhe against your face, seeking friction as she pushes herself further onto your tongue. "Oh god," she gasps, arching her back off the seat as the sensation builds inside her. The pleasure is nearly unbearable but she doesn't want it to end. "Don't stop," she whispers, trembling from head to toe with anticipation and need.

Her words seem to fuel your need as she feels you thrust two fingers deep inside her and begin pumping in rhythm with your tongue on her clit. Jenny's entire body convulses, her eyes squeezed shut as a scream rips from her throat and pleasure explodes through every nerve ending. Her hips buck violently against your touch, legs shaking uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy roll over her in endless succession. She whimpers and moans, voice hoarse and breath coming in ragged gasps, unable to believe the intensity of what she's just experienced.

Her body is still wracked with the aftershocks of her orgasm when she feels the unmistakable head of your cock pressing against her pussy lips, seeking entrance. Her muscles contract in anticipation, readying herself for what's to come next as you slowly push inside. The sensation of being filled so completely and roughly sends shivers down her spine, making her moan hoarsely with pleasure. "Yes," she whispers, arching her back off the seat further as you begin to thrust deeper into her, claiming her body entirely.

Jenny grits her teeth against the intense sensation of being taken so roughly but can't help the needy whimpers and gasps that escape from her lips with each stroke. Her breasts bounce wildly as she moves with you, nipples hard and aching for attention. She digs her nails into your shoulder, the pain only serving to heighten the pleasure coursing through her as you continue to pound into her unmercifully.

"Oh god," she cries out, arching her back off the seat even more as the pressure builds inside of her once again. "I'm close..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as another wave of pleasure washes over her, forcing her to dig her nails deeper into your skin as her body quakes and shudders with release around you.

The car shakes with the force of your movements as you take her roughly, claiming every inch of her body. Her breath comes out ragged and loud between moans and gasps as she feels herself spiraling ever closer to another climax. "Fuck," she growls, arching her back even further off the seat in an attempt to get more leverage against your hips. With one final thrust, she cries out his name, her body convulsing around you as pleasure washes over her in waves so intense they threaten to steal her breath away entirely.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulder as she holds on for dear life, shuddering and trembling beneath the weight of your body. Only when the last echoes of her orgasm fade do you release her, groaning roughly as you spend yourself deep inside her. Jenny's breath comes back in ragged gasps as she lies panting on the seat beneath you, her legs still spread wide and inviting despite the pain that throbs through every nerve ending.

Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as you pound into her, filling her up completely. Her fingers dig into the soft leather of the seat, gripping tightly as she tries to stay grounded beneath your forceful movements. With each thrust, a moan escapes from between parted lips, reverberating through the small space and only serving to drive them both further over the edge.

Jenny's body quakes with pleasure beneath you, her hips bucking wildly in an attempt to match your rhythm. The air is heavy with their labored breathing and the scent of sweat and desire fills the car as they lose themselves in this passionate exchange. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, seeing stars as another orgasm builds deep within her core.

Her cries fill the car as her body tenses and convulses beneath you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her in an unending torrent. With a shuddering gasp, she arches her back off the seat, nails digging even deeper into your shoulder as she meets your every thrust with equal force. Her pussy clenches tightly around you, milking your cock as you release deep inside her, filling her completely and leaving no doubt that you've claimed her as your own.

Collapsed on the seat beneath you, Jenny's breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with exhaustion and satisfaction. Her face is flushed with desire and pleasure, eyes glassy with emotion. For a moment, there's silence between you as you both catch your breath before she whispers hoarsely, "That was... incredible."

Her fingers brush gently over your cheek before coming to rest on the stubble of your jaw, her touch gentle and reassuring despite the fierce passion that still crackles in the air. Her lips part, and she meets your gaze for the first time since you flipped her onto her back, uncertainty and curiosity warring within those beautiful green eyes.

Jenny's heart pounds in her chest as she waits for you in her office, the familiar space feeling strange and foreign after what they shared yesterday. When she hears the door click shut behind you, she looks up nervously, unsure of what to expect from this meeting or how things might unfold between them now that their connection has been irrevocably changed by their encounter in the gym.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she smooths down her blouse and skirt, hoping to appear more composed than she feels. "Mr. Black," she murmurs softly, her voice a mix of apprehension and longing. "You're here."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as you remind her of the truth about her situation. She quickly looks away, unable to meet your eyes as she stands and walks around the desk toward you. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers trembling where they grip the edge of the desk. "Yesterday... I don't know what came over me."

She feels the weight of their encounter heavy in the air between them, pressing down on her shoulders like a leaden cloak. The desire and lust that fueled them yesterday now seem distant and out of place in this stifling atmosphere of guilt and betrayal. With trembling hands, she reaches up to touch your cheek gently, searching for some semblance of connection or understanding amidst the confusion and turmoil within her.

Her lips part in surprise at your forceful kiss, but she doesn't pull away. Her body responds instinctively to the touch, tensing and readying itself for more as her tongue slides against yours in a dance that feels familiar and right despite the circumstances. The taste of you on her lips only serves to heighten the intensity of her desire, urging her to press closer still.

When you finally break the kiss, she's gasping for breath and their eyes meet once more, locked in a heated exchange that speaks volumes about their shared secret and the turmoil it's causing within them both. With shaking hands, she reaches up to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her touch light but electric. "I can't undo what we did," she whispers hoarsely. "But I want more."

Her cheeks flush even deeper with shame and desire as she stares up into your eyes, struggling to find the words to express how much she craves this newfound passion between them. "I want it more than anything," she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "With you... it's different."

She reaches out to touch your chest, tracing the outline of your tie before moving higher, feeling the warmth and strength of your body beneath the fabric of your shirt. Her fingers tremble as they slip between buttons, revealing smooth skin and hair-roughened muscle. "Please," she whispers, her voice thick with desire and need. "Don't stop."

Her heart racing in her chest, Jenny unbuttons the rest of your shirt and slips it off of your shoulders, revealing the defined muscles of your chest and abdomen. Her hands tremble as they trace slow circles around your nipples, hardening them into aching points while she looks up at you through hooded eyes. "Please," she whispers again, her voice hoarse with desire. "Make me yours."

Jenny watches as you pull your hardened cock out of your pants, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of it. She steps forward eagerly and wraps her hand around its length, stroking slowly up and down before taking it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls against the head, teasing as she sucks greedily while her other hand gropes between your legs. She moans around your shaft, feeling your strength and power in this intimate act, and revels in the knowledge that she's willing to do anything for you.

The taste of you fills her mouth as she takes you deeper, moaning with delight at the feel of your cock sliding against the back of her throat. Her free hand gropes blindly for purchase on the desk behind her, steadying herself as she focuses all of her attention on pleasing you. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of desire and submission that ignites a fierce hunger within you.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches you clear the desk, a mixture of anticipation and fear swirling within her. With trembling hands, she helps to remove the rest of her clothes, revealing herself completely for your pleasure. When you finally lay her down on the cleared surface, she arches her back instinctively, offering herself up to you with a shuddering gasp.

Her eyes are wide and brimming with desire as she stares up at you, waiting for your command. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."

"Oh god," she moans, her hips bucking up off the desk in a futile attempt to reach your teasing cock. Her body trembles with need as you torment her this way, denying her the relief she craves even when it's so close. With each brush of your erection against her sensitive folds, another wave of desire washes over her, making it nearly impossible for her to think clearly or focus on anything but the pleasure building inside of her.

Her fingers dig into the soft leather of the chair beneath her as she writhes and arches her back in search of more contact with your hard length. "Please," she whispers desperately, "I need you." Her voice is ragged and hoarse from her earlier cries of passion, but it only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment for both of them as they hover on the edge of release, their bodies trembling with anticipation.

Jenny's breath catches in her throat as you pin her hands to the desk, effectively trapping her beneath your control. The sensation of being helpless and exposed only serves to heighten her arousal, making each teasing touch from your cock that much more intense. She moans and writhes beneath you, arching her hips off the desk in an effort to reach your taunting erection, but with her hands immobilized, she's completely at your mercy.

Her thighs tremble and quake as she struggles against their bondage, aching for relief from this unbearable ache between her legs. "Please," she whimpers, the word caught in her throat as she tries desperately to regain control of herself and her body. Her lips part and her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she stares up at you, pleading with you through eyes glassy with desire and need.

Her words catch in her throat as you force her to confront the reality of their situation. Her husband's cock pales in comparison to yours, and she knows this to be true deep down, but admitting it aloud is a different matter entirely. "It's... better," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. "So much better." The admission sparks something within her, releasing the dam of desire she's been holding back and sending her body spiraling out of control once more.

Her hips buck up off the desk, seeking contact with your cock even as you continue to tease her relentlessly. Her fingers dig into the leather beneath them, desperate for something to ground her as she feels herself spinning toward the edge of sanity. "Please," she begs, arching her back off the chair in a futile attempt to meet your cock where it taunts her from just out of reach.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you finally thrust home, filling her completely and claiming her body once more. "Ahh!" she cries out, her voice muffled against the desk beneath her as she feels your cock stretching and throbbing inside of her. Her whole world narrows down to the sensation of your flesh sliding in and out of hers, the friction sparking flashes of pleasure that race up and down her spine like lightning.

Her hips buck wildly beneath you, meeting each thrust with a moan as her body quakes and shudders with release. She's nothing but liquid heat and desire, consumed by the fire burning between them and helpless to resist its pull. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she bears down on the desk, trying to find some purchase in this world that seems so suddenly and irrevocably altered by your presence.

Her body arches and twists beneath you as she comes undone, her voice hoarse from the sounds of pleasure she's been unable to stifle. "It's... yours," she gasps between moans, feeling the words leave her mouth in a rush of gratitude and submission that make her tremble with need. Your thrusts grow rougher, your movements more demanding as you push her ever closer to the edge once again, driving her higher and higher with each passing moment.

Her eyes roll back into her head, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks as she is lost in this haze of desire and lust. She's never known anything like it, not even with her husband. And as you take her over and over again on the desk, driving your cock deeper each time, she knows that this, right here... this is where she belongs. With you.

Her body shudders with anticipation as she realizes what you want her to do. With trembling hands, she reaches down between your legs and guides your cock toward her aching entrance. Slowly, she lowers herself onto you, moaning with relief as she feels you filling her once more. Her hips move instinctively, riding you in long, powerful strokes that match the force of your thrusts up into her.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the sensation of being in control sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, anchoring herself as she gives herself over to the pleasure you bring her with each stroke, each touch. She's aware of nothing but the feel of you inside her and the sound of your harsh breathing in her ear as you urge her onward toward yet another climax.

Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as she feels you thrusting harder, faster inside of her. Her muscles tremble and quake with the effort it takes to keep up with your pace, but she refuses to slow down. She knows that this could be her last time feeling you like this, and the thought only serves to fuel her desire and determination even further.

With each stroke of her hips, Jenny digs deeper into your skin, drawing blood as a testament to their connection, however temporary it might be. Her cries echo around the empty office, lost in the frantic rhythm of their bodies colliding together over and over again. She knows that she needs you just as much as you need her; this is not some fleeting fancy, but something more profound than either of them could have ever imagined.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her body trembles with the effort of maintaining this relentless pace. "Inside me," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the words as pleasure ripples through her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, scratching lightly at the skin beneath as she arches her back off the desk in search of deeper penetration and more sensation.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, lips parted on a silent moan as she feels you pushing ever closer to release. With each thrust, she meets your cock with unyielding determination, her body moving in syncopated rhythm that echoes through the empty office and straight into her core. She's so close now, on the brink of oblivion with every slide of your cock inside her. "Cum for me," she breathes out, her voice trembling with desire as she urges you over the edge.

Her body arches and trembles as you explode inside her, her muscles quivering with the force of your release. A shudder runs through her entire frame, and she's momentarily dazed by the intensity of the sensation coursing through her veins. Her eyes fly open wide, staring up into yours as she tries to find some anchor in this maelstrom of emotion and pleasure.

Her body continues to shudder and quake even after you've emptied yourself inside her, relishing the lingering sensations that course through her still. Her fingers trail gently down your chest, over your abdomen, and back up to rest on your cheek, a touch of tenderness amidst the fierce passion that still crackles between them.

As she looks into your eyes, she knows there's no going back from this. Whatever they share now is something far greater than their separate lives before; it's a connection so deep and profound that it rewrites their histories in an instant, forever altering the course of their futures. She searches your gaze for some sign that you feel the same, some indication that this was meant to be.

She swallows hard, her throat suddenly dry despite the copious amounts of sweat that now coat their bodies. "I-I don't know what this is," she finally manages to say. "But... I want more." Her voice breaks on the final word, and tears well up in her eyes as she looks at you, hoping against hope that you feel the same way deep down.

Her eyes dart away, unable to meet your gaze as she struggles to find the words to express what she means. "We can't go back to before," she whispers finally, a shudder running through her body at the thought of trying to return to their old lives without each other. "I don't want to... I want this." She reaches out a trembling hand to touch your cheek again, needing the contact as much as she needs you.

The silence between them thickens, heavy with unspoken truths and uncertainties. Despite it all, there's an undeniable connection there that neither of them can deny any longer. The question remains: where do they go from here?