extramarital affair

listen to me

Mia sensed the man’s impending victory and gradually realized she might have done something dangerous. It would be difficult to distance herself from this man. Feeling agitated, she awkwardly grabbed Daniel’s hand and said lightly, “No need to apologize. Our membership will expire after this quarter, so we won’t be here anymore.”

“Ah?” Daniel was taken aback, but Mia quickly silenced him with a tug.

Maintaining her composure, Mia interrupted him, saying, “Mrs. Daniel.”

John pretended not to hear and continued, “If you’re not satisfied with the service, we can discuss it slowly. After all, we’re old customers, there should be some affection, right?”

“No affection, no discussion,” Mia firmly responded.

Daniel was puzzled by this unexpected turn of events; they hadn’t discussed cancelling the membership at home.

“Honey,” he interjected, but John interrupted, “How about we gift you both a one-year membership?”

Before Mia could refuse, Daniel eagerly accepted, thanking them.

John swiftly finalized the renewal and then the manager led Daniel to the massage area to check if he was satisfied, offering to deliver the equipment to their home.

Daniel glanced at his gym attire, intending to work out today. “Are you delivering now?”

“Our staff will be off duty soon, and you can still exercise when you return,” the manager explained.

Daniel agreed and informed Mia, suggesting she continue exercising while he went home.

The manager suggested, “Our boss John is quite knowledgeable about fitness. Let him guide you.”

“Yes, dear, you can train with John. I’ll join you later. John, please take care of my wife,” Daniel requested.

John smiled knowingly and agreed, while the manager whispered to him that everything was arranged.

Mia turned and walked into the gym without waiting for him, showing no intention of waiting for him.

John nodded and followed her.

As they passed the entrance to the private training area, Mia was suddenly pulled in forcefully.

A strong chest pressed against her back, warm breath tickling her ear as she was tightly encased in the man’s arms. Before she could react, her mouth was covered, and she was pushed back onto John’s lap, feeling the bulge against her thighs.

“Don’t resist…” Mia managed to say through a gap between his fingers.

John, consumed by her physical allure, boldly fondled her chest, teasing, “What resistance? I have your husband’s permission.”

“He meant for you to take care of me in terms of fitness, you’re deliberately misinterpreting!” she protested, unaware that his hand covering her mouth had slipped away.

John turned her upper body towards him, whispering, “Lower your voice; this room isn’t soundproof.”

Mia immediately fell silent.

He then repositioned her lower body, making her straddle him, and wrapped an arm around her waist to prevent her from escaping. “You’re quite a vixen. You enjoyed yourself last night, but now you’re pretending not to know me,” he accused.

The private training room echoed with his words, as Mia’s heart raced in panic.

She hurriedly covered his mouth, her heart pounding erratically.

John had no intention of forgiving her yet, his handsome face cold as he instructed, “Come on, let’s exercise.”

Without waiting for Mia to interpret his deeper meaning, he actually adjusted the weights and made her lift the barbell.

Following his lead, Mia thought he had turned over a new leaf.

But as soon as she lifted the barbell, she almost lost control due to the weight being beyond her strength.

“Don’t let go,” John said, timely supporting her waist to prevent her from being pulled up by the force.

At this moment, there was some space between them. John, with one hand, pulled open his belt, releasing his c**k from the confines of his underwear, then pressed her down.

“Mmm—” he sighed in satisfaction.

Mia finally reacted, letting go with a loud clang as the pulley arm snapped back into place. “What are you doing!”

John, gripping her waist, rubbed his shaft against her, smirking. “What am I doing? Why do you always ask such stupid questions? Are you stupid, Mia?”

The thin, quick-dry pants couldn’t block the heat from him. In no time, John felt a surge of heat trickle down from his lower abdomen.

Mia realized she couldn’t let this continue. She leaned back, trying to distance herself from John, her arms outstretched to push against his shoulders. “Stop… stop moving. I want to talk to you.”

John wasn’t interested in talking; he focused on his actions, asking, “Are you wet yet?”

“No!” Mia stubbornly denied, but then remembered the matter at hand. She forced herself to stay focused. “That night at the bar was a mistake. We should both just forget about it, and from now on…”

Mia’s words were cut off by his mouth biting through her clothes on her chest.

“I’m listening. From now on, what?”

“From now on, we… we won’t see each other again…”

His hand suddenly slipped inside her high-waisted pants. As he pressed down, Mia almost fell backward. With a gasp, she felt a chill around her waist, the exposed area growing larger until she found herself sitting properly on his lap.

Her pants were now pulled down to her thighs.

“Go on.” His hand wrapped around Mia’s back, pulling her close, making her defenses crumble as she pressed against his chest.

Amidst the chaos, Mia was determined to finish what she had to say. “From now on, I will live well with my husband. You… ugh!”

He pushed aside her panties, and she felt him trying to enter her not fully wet v****a.

Mia, feeling the discomfort, lifted her hips to evade him. “John, it hurts.”

He didn’t force it in, realizing that this position made it difficult for her. Stroking his eager d**k, he used the tip to circle her entrance. “Go on, keep talking.”

“You should find a girlfriend.”

“I just like married women. What should I do about that?”

“But… that’s unethical…”

“Unethical?”

At this ripe moment, her honey dripped onto his hand. He released his grip, pushed upward, and entered. Mia’s cries of pain were muffled by his mouth, until his kisses left her dazed and unable to form coherent thoughts.

John’s coarse tongue nearly filled her mouth, forcing her smaller one into a corner. If she didn’t respond, he pushed harder, forcefully kissing and pressing down. Mia’s abdomen convulsed, trying to expel this foreign object that didn’t belong to her.

But it wouldn’t leave. John felt ecstatic, his desire only increasing with her resistance.

He insisted on tangling his tongue with hers, threatening to f**k her if she didn’t comply.

Understanding his intentions, Mia moved her numb tongue reluctantly, falling into a vortex of intense entanglement.

His force threatened to rip her tongue out and swallow it.

Before this, Mia had never known someone could kiss so seriously, so obsessively.

Peeking through half-closed eyes, Mia saw his clear, handsome features, his closed eyes, his furrowed brow.

Mia’s heart softened, much like her body, rising to fiery pleasure under his persistence.

Breathing heavily, they parted, foreheads pressed together, chests heaving.

“You little devil, you’re driving me crazy,” he said helplessly, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Mia dared not move, his c**k almost touching her cervix, filling her with an unbearable ache. She knew her body had surrendered to him before her heart.

The previous gloom disappeared, and John returned to his bad boy demeanor, teasing her about how good it felt.

“No.”

“Not feeling good until you say it out loud?” John smirked, suddenly withdrawing, leaving Mia with a sudden sense of emptiness.

This time, it was Mia who felt unsatisfied, looking at him with a resentful gaze.

“Damn it,” John cursed as he sat up, intending to tease her, but finding himself unable to bear it.

He pushed her onto the bench, saying a few words before thrusting into her from behind.

“Ah!”

The heavy slapping echoed in the private coaching room. His violent movements were rapid, the friction igniting a heat like fire. His c**k thrust between her buttocks, bringing forth a stream of honey.

He rubbed some on her buttocks, making them glisten.

Thinking about what John said about the poor soundproofing of the room, Mia bit her lip, afraid to make a sound. Waves of pleasure brought her to the brink of ecstasy, leaving her parched.

At the crucial moment, John suddenly pulled out.

To prevent himself from losing control again, he pulled up her pants as he withdrew, out of sight, out of mind.

Mia blushed, her eyes filled with confusion.

How did that crazed person suddenly change?

She felt so itchy, sitting there with her legs twisted.

Looking down at her, John said, “What did I say yesterday? Where’s your swimsuit?”

Mia hugged her knees, feeling embarrassed, actually wanting more. Annoyed, she replied: