Rosie wakes the same way every morning. Her acknowledgement of consciousness is the sound of her own breathing, the feel of her chest rising and falling. Right on schedule as usual. The script is the same. She runs her hands over her firm 'B' sized tits. Shivering at imagining those hands are not hers, but a large muscular sexy man raking his mitts over her hard sensitive nipples. The sound of her breathy moan ripples through her ears, and she knows what's next. That hard ache, the needy twinge inside her warm moist pussy, radiating up her spine, sending pulses of fire through her nipples. "Oh God," she groans, again, realizing it's all in her imagination. She is haunted by her own carnal needs and desires, things she has sorely missed in the last 3 years of marriage.
She rises, knowing that staying in bed to masturbate will only partially tame her beast. As she sips her morning coffee alone, she fingers the business card the woman gave her. They had been chatting at the local coffee shop. Rosie complimenting the stranger, Sarah she recalls, on how cute her baby is and how much she desires to become pregnant, wanting a baby of her own. Sarah thanked her and gave her a business card. "Call Jack sweety, he has what you need...or want," the woman assured her. Sarah also told her that Jack runs a group exercise class in the park every morning during the week.
That was last Friday. It's Monday, and Rosie has a plan. Getting up early, she dons her sexiest running gear and sets off on a run to the park. She calculates that if she runs a 2.5-mile route, she will finish by the time Jack's class is almost over. She envisions presenting herself with a nice sweat and flushed cheeks, her chest rising and falling as she breathes in her recovery. The athletic hot babe, waiting patiently for her beefcake in the park. She loves that scenario. Off she goes.
Rosie wonders if the rumors she heard were true or a load of bs, as she slows to a walk near where Jack conducts class. Her mind churns to visions of Jack taking her in his arms. He madly strokes his hard thick cock inside her slow and deep, he whispers sweet things in her ear like, 'Rosie darling, my sweet gorgeous lover, have my baby sweetness,' and then they kiss and ferociously orgasm together, right in front of his exercise group. Waves of tremors pass over her as she sees him, leading his group of hard body followers through their daily dozen. Sitting on the bench closest to the group, Rosie studies his physique intensely. "Jesus," she says to herself, "He's gorgeous!"
6 foot 2 inches of raw muscle, not an ounce of fat on his hard body, Jack is an imposing specimen. His longer, shoulder length hair is somewhat greying. "No spring chicken," she notes. "But that body. God, I bet his cock is huge." Rosie imagines him standing before her, his broad chest and rippled abs on display, and that thick veining hard dick jumping and throbbing directly in front of her lips. Her pussy vibrates and she has a mini orgasm, fighting the urge to rip off her panties and finger herself madly.
She listens intently to his voice as he barks out commands like a drill sergeant. The people respond, not wanting to displease him, which always results in running a lap around the park perimeter, a 2-mile endeavor. They all know that the run is the beginning of the end of the class. They would rather do it as a group, instead of being singled out early due to slacking off. "I own your ass when you are in my park," Jack reminds them. He snickers inwardly thinking, 'I can't believe these people pay me to abuse them.'
Of course, leading an exercise group is not Jack's only source of income. Jack provides much needed services to a select group of women. The needy, the forlorn, the ignored women, mostly all of them married. Those that crave the passion and sensual attention of a true man's man. Oh, and they also must possess the ability to pay...and Jack is paid very well!
It's early. The sun is rising and heating the air. Jack is sweating more than usual. He removes his shirt, stretching his arms high overhead, he curls them down into a flexed stage pose. His muscles pop and ripple. He knows the cute Asian girl sitting on the nearby bench has been studying him. He smiles his patented way directly at her, holding his pose for her viewing pleasure. Rosie's jaw drops and just as quickly, she turns her head, trying to be cool, while still attempting to side eye Mr. America. Jack purposely adjusts his tight workout shorts. He sends the group off on their run.
Rosie bites her lower lip, feeling her pussy purr. She intently stares at him, trying to will him to approach her, with her mind. She is manic, craving to be held in his strong arms and be crazy fucked like a ragdoll.
'Oh no this is wrong, Rosie, you are married.' She starts again with the self-denials but then...she sees him walking towards her. It's been a long time since she has been so turned on by another man, she shakes, her mind scrambling to not blow it.
Jack gathers his things and strolls over to the walking path, intentionally, directly towards her. 'I wonder if she is interested in joining the group?' Jack ponders and smiles as he gets close to her. The closer he gets to her, the more her real beauty is revealed. Dropping his bag on the path he smiles and says, "Hi, I'm Jack. Mind if I share your bench sweety?"
Jack quickly processes her features...'Mmmmm, long dark black hair, gorgeous eyes, slender frame, sweet 'B' size tits, shapely curves and from what I can tell, a firm tight ass with shapely legs.' 'Hmmmm, I could use a tasty morsel like that right now. Nothing like a post workout hard sweaty fuck, especially with a cute package like this one.'
Rosie smiles back at Jack while fixing her ponytail and batting her eyes. "Hi," she responds smiling, "I'm Rosie. Of course, please have a seat." Her eyes study his chiseled abs. Jack is used to being ogled and he quickly picks up on her eagerness to flirt with him.
Jack loves her cute smile, and she looks so inviting. "Nice to meet you, Rosie. Such a gorgeous name, how's your morning going?" Jack continues stretching and flexing.
"Oh... mmm. I'm good, I'm just relaxing here at the park. Enjoying the view," Rosie says while staring at his glistening broad chest and praying she comes off as authentic, and not some trashy horny slut...unless he might like that sort of girl. Her breath hitches for a moment.
"It's such a nice day for sitting quietly," Jack replies. He makes it obvious that he is intensely looking her body up and down, from head to toe. "Any chance you might want to join my exercise group gorgeous?" Jack asks, staring into her eyes and admiring her sensuous body, her sweet smile, the way she twirls her hair with a finger, an involuntary sign of flirting. He notes her rapid breathing, just shy of a pant. He wonders how much cash she has on her?
Rosie, being both nervous and horny, suddenly remembers she is a married woman, although a small part of her imagines again what it would feel to be fucked by a man like Jack. To feel his hard body pinning her down as his thick cock pounds her pussy. Rossie's panties are soaked. She spills her guts to Jack, blurting it all out.
"I have been married for three years but my little wimpy husband can't satisfy me."
"I never have an orgasm unless I cause it."
"I'm not pregnant either and I want to be so badly." "
"I'm so fucking frustrated and horny I could fuck you right here, right now Jack!"
"A woman, Sarah, gave me your card and said you could possibly help me."
"Would you like some lemonade? I have some. I also have a warm muffin?" Rosie cringes at her rehearsed lines but still spreads her legs open wide while flashing Jack her best naughty smile. Hoping she didn't come across as too desperate.
"Lemonade and a muffin!" Very kind of you to offer my dear," Jack says, attempting to calm down this tightly wound hottie.
