**”The Gym Showoff”**

I’d always known my wife was too hot for me. But seeing her at the gym, bending over the squat rack in those tight leggings that hugged every curve of her ass, made it impossible to ignore. Every guy in the place was watching her—staring like she was a fucking feast. And now, with this stupid bet we’d made, I had to stand there and watch while she *proved* just how much of a prize she was.

She’d smirked at me earlier, flashing those big doe eyes. *“If I can deadlift more than you today,”* she’d whispered, pressing her tits against my chest, *“you have to let me do whatever I want. And I want *him*.”* Her eyes had flicked toward Tyler, the gym’s cocky-as-fuck personal trainer—six feet of muscle and arrogance who always made a point of “correcting” her form with his hands all over her.

She won the bet. Easily.

Now, Tyler was spotting her on the bench press, his thick arms flexing as he hovered over her, his crotch inches from her face. His shorts were tight enough to show off the bulge between his legs, and my wife wasn’t even pretending not to stare. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, breathing hard from the workout—or maybe from the way his dick was *right there*.

I stood frozen by the weight rack, my cock hard as steel in my shorts, equal parts humiliation and desperate lust twisting my gut.

“You look thirsty, babe,” she gasped between reps, arching her back to push the bar up. Her tits strained against her sports bra, sweat glistening between them. Tyler smirked down at her, his fingers “accidentally” brushing her nipples as he took the bar.

“Maybe you need a *real* cooldown after this,” he said, voice deep and mocking, like he already knew he’d won.

She bit her lip, looking right at me. *“Yeah. Maybe I do.”*

—

They didn’t even wait to get home.

Tyler led her to the back locker room—empty this late—and I followed, my hands shaking. He didn’t bother closing the door all the way, just shoved her against the bench and yanked her leggings down in one rough pull. Her pussy was already wet, glistening under the fluorescent lights, and Tyler groaned as he palmed her ass.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding,” he muttered, sliding a thick finger between her lips. *“Soaked.”*

She moaned, arching into his touch, her eyes locked on me. “He likes watching,” she breathed. “Don’t you, baby?”

I couldn’t speak. My dick ached, leaking in my shorts as Tyler chuckled and unbuckled his belt. His cock sprang out—*thicker* than mine, *longer*—and my wife whimpered at the sight. She dropped to her knees without being asked, taking him deep with a hungry slurp, her lips stretching around his girth.

Tyler groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as she bobbed, messy and eager. “Damn, you suck dick like a pro,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “Bet your husband never gets it like this.”

She pulled off just to smirk at me, spit shining on her chin. “No. He doesn’t.”

The humiliation burned through me, my cock twitching like a fucking traitor. Tyler laughed and dragged her up, bending her over the bench, her perfect ass in the air. He rubbed his cock against her slit, teasing, making her whine.

“You wanna see me fuck your wife?” he asked me, gripping her hips.

“*Yes,*” I choked out.

He slammed into her with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. My wife *screamed*, her back arching, her nails clawing at the bench. Tyler fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her, her pussy making obscene wet noises with every pump.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” he grunted, pulling her hair. “How’s it feel, buddy? Knowing I’m stretching her *way* better than you ever could?”

I couldn’t even answer. I just jerked my cock frantically, leaking precum as my wife came undone on his dick, her thighs shaking, her moans getting louder.

“*Harder,*” she begged. “God, *fuck me harder!*”

Tyler obliged, hammering into her until the whole bench rocked. Then, with a groan, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and jerked himself over her ass. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her skin, and my wife *giggled*, rubbing it in like lotion.

She turned to me, breathless, her pussy still dripping. “Clean me up, baby.”

I dropped to my knees and obeyed.