April Gets Instructed

When she walked into the gym it had been almost impossible not track her movements, not to shift my attention to her. She hadn't been interested in the treadmills, the yoga classes, and much to their chagrin, she breezed past the muscle heads trying to bench press their cars weight. She headed straight for my little corner of the gym and walked up to me, sleek, fit, determination in her eyes, dark brunette hair that I'm weak for, legs that I was already picturing wrapped around my head.

"I'm here for the self-defense class. Are you the instructor?" Her voice was a velvet caress, and she held one of my fliers in her left hand, where a gold wedding band glittered. On a scale of 1 to 10 she was already a 9, now she was a 19.

"That's me," I responded, trying not to let the hunter in me show in my smile. "I'm about to start. It's an Army style class so I'm not going to be nice, but if you're up for a little rough treatment in order to learn, I can help."

Her full lips quirked up in a smile. "I... dated... a couple wrestlers in college, I don't mind a little bit of rough."

At that point I realized April, who's name I learned shortly thereafter, was going to make focusing on teaching hard, just like she made me.

Two months in and April had stuck with the class, that impressed me, most people, men and women, drop out two weeks after they realize it takes practice, sweat, and some bruises to learn anything. She wasn't especially talented, but she had determination, and I had heaped praise and encouragement on her every day she showed up. April even eagerly exchanged phone numbers with me when I told her that sometimes missions kept me from being able to teach and I didn't want her to waste the time going to the gym when I wasn't going to be there.

It would have almost felt wrong, abusing her trust, if I hadn't caught the bite of the corner of her lip, the way her eyes lit up, the short intake of breath... signs she wanted my number as much as I wanted hers. I ramped up the flirting, spending extra time during grappling techniques with April, it didn't do her skills any favors, and more than once after class I had to conceal how hard she made me, but I was addicted to this married beauty. Then she dropped a simple line after class.

"My husband is going to be in conferences a lot this summer, I wanted him to feel okay with me being alone." My shorts were supposed to be loose, but as she paused in front of me with eyes any porn star would be jealous of, sweat gluing her top to pert, luscious breasts, and that damn lip bite and I was hard as steel.

"Oh really?" I asked, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. "When's he headed out first?"

"This weekend," April nearly purred in the now empty room. "He might feel better if he knew a soldier was stopping by to make sure his poor wife was taken care of."

I tried to answer, but she glided past, trailing her fingertips over the front of my shorts, lightly stroking my cock as she slid towards the changing room. Thought vanished and was replaced by hunger.

The rest of the week felt a torture session, time dragging out like a blade on skin. Then, Saturday morning and as I was getting ready for a run, I got a text.

"Husband just left, can you come over and make sure I'm safe?"

I damn near ran to her house.

I did my best to keep cool, parked a block away, strolled up casual as could be, but then she opened the door in a low cut tank top and skirt that looked as though she had been poured into it. I guess my appreciation for April's lithe, sexy body was written on my face as she stepped back with a giggle and twirled for me.

"Like it? I had it in college and it still fits... mostly." The twirl showed thong cut white panties, their color far more innocent than the beauty wearing them. A fact made all the more clear when she pulled me by my hand towards her fucking bedroom.

"Wore it when I wanted to have fun,." April purred, glancing over her shoulder at me, her gorgeous eyes positively smouldering. "Like the first night I fucked the first guy I wasn't in a relationship with...."

I pulled her back to face me, wrapping my arms around her and leaning in close to growl in her ear.

"First guy huh? Not the last..." I felt her breath catch, her nipples hard against my chest, even through the fabric of my shirt and her skimpy dress. Then we were kissing, not like lovers but hungry, almost ferocious claiming her mouth, her lips and tongue. I pulled away just long enough to nearly rip my shirt off and April's eyes got big, her lips parted and panting in lust. I smirked and stepped around her, stripping as I headed for the bed she shared with her husband.

When I was down to my briefs I laid down on her bed and relaxed, couldn't help but smirk as she slid her tiny dress off and she glided her hands over her body, teasing herself as she approached.

April crawled across the bed wiggling her thong with a shake of that gorgeous body that had been teasing me for months now. But despite how fucking sexy she was, I caught her eyes glance over to a dresser to the side, barely noticeable but there. Then this beautiful married temptress was stroking and nuzzling me through my boxers, and I was groaning in appreciation. Her silky hands slid under my briefs, lightly caressing my balls, a smile lighting up her face as I swore slowly with how good she teased me.

I thought I caught another glance of her eyes in the same direction, but she pulled my underwear down half-purring, half-gasping in delight as my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing in time with my pulse as I felt her breath brush me. April wasted no time in tilting my cock up to her mouth and lovingly starting to suck me. She moaned in pleasure, I could see her nipples tight and hard, could smell her desire and I let a long, slow "Fuuuuuuck'' as April's married tongue circled my tip before she went down further, until she was gagging and gasping as she fucked her mouth with my cock.

I didn't want to, but I had to stop her if I was going to feel the rest of that heavenly body. Pulling April away I cupped her face and kissed her deep. She straddled me and I instantly pulled her toned ass down so I was grinding against her silky thong. April let a gasp of delight that sent a shock of lust through me as we teased each other. Arching her back I watched her let out a long coo of pleasure, and caught it a third time, a quick glance towards the dresser.

This time I tracked it, still grinding against her. A tiny red LED was the giveaway, the gloss of a camera lens almost concealed under some loose clothes. I pulled her down, still nearly fucking her, my lips on her ear.

"I see the camera April, are you setting me up?" I growled, even as I ground against her wet thong. She moaned and humped me back, shaking her head quickly.

"Nnnnn nooooo no!" April panted, shuddering as I held her body tight to me. "Hhhhheeeee he knows! He knows! He... wants me tooo..."

It clicked then. Her husband wanted the gorgeous married woman to be a slut while he was away. To cut loose and be the object of another man's lust. He wanted to watch her get fucked.

Far be it for me to stand in the way of their happiness so I just grinned as I grabbed the strings of her thong.

"Let's give him a show then!" I growled, and pulled the thin material apart. April gasped, in surprise, both at what I did, and the feeling of my cock against her clit. Then she was panting through a strangled moan as I rapidly fucked her nude button, her juices flowing over me. I was kissing and biting her neck, rubbing and fingering the bottom of her sweet pussy as I ground against her. April stopped trying to pump her hips back, I watched her fingers tighten on the sheets, felt her body tense as her cries got tighter, her eyes rolling back, approaching a huge orgasm.

And then I slid into her.

April wailed in ecstasy, shuddering and shaking, her juices soaking my balls and waist. I just held the beauty, letting her down from her bliss gently. Her eyes vague and unfocused April looked at me and met for another kiss, this one tender and slow. I couldn't help but start thrusting, just as deliberate and gentle, but still long, deep strokes that sounded wetly in the bedroom.

April rose, tilting just slightly so she gave the camera her profile, riding my cock, eyes sinking shut as moans and coos slid from her lips.

"Mmmmnnn, thick, big..." April panted out, reaching behind her svelte body to pull her luscious ass cheeks apart, sinking down deeper so my tip just touched her cervix. We both groaned in pleasure as I fucked her deep, and I let myself believe it was deeper than her husband got.

I let her ride for a little bit longer then pulled her down to me and rolled her over, remaining lodged deep inside her the whole time. As much as I loved watching her ride me I needed to own this married slut, even if it was for her husband's desire, only for a little while. I spread her legs and pumped her deep watching her face intently. April rewarded me with an expression of ecstasy, reaching over her head to grip the pillows with white knuckle intensity, her cries growing into the short, gasping, almost choking sounds I was learning meant she was coming again.

I slowed down, barely stirring inside April's tight, silky cunt, catching my own breath as she came down from her climax.

Leaning in closer, grinning as my lips touched her ear, I whispered to her again. "You're fucking gorgeous, and your husband is a lucky bastard, just like I am that you're letting me do this."

"Mmmmm..." April trailed off hazily.

"But I've been gentle, and you said you like rough too..." I whisper-growled. "Tell me, say it, say you want me to fuck you like a bitch in heat."

Just as I said that I pulled out of her entirely, holding her immobile and letting my slick shaft glide over her lust swollen labia and pulsing clit. April moaned out in needy desire, wiggling deliciously before finally panting out a whispered response.

"Nnmmmm... fuck... me... please!" The lithe beauty moaned. I shook my head, a grin I knew was evil on my face.

"Fuck me like a bitch in heat," I corrected, still whispereing in her ear. "And let him hear you, let him know what I'm turning you into!"

She resisted at first, just as much to keep the teasing going as true unwillingness, but I wasn't complaining. But need overruled any shame she might have felt, and April obeyed me.

"Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like bitch in heat!" April finally cried out, frantically wiggling her hips, trying to get me inside her. I growled in victorious lust and pulled away, rolling her over and facing her towards the camera. April was almost limp until I shoved my cock inside in one strong, hard penetrating thrust. Then, just like I wanted her head was up, eyes closed, lost to how I fucked her.

Any control I had was lost by her surrender, I pounded her hard and deep, grabbing one ass cheek and pulling it wide while she helped me and opened herself fully to me, letting me fuck her married pussy as deep as I could.

I knew I wasn't going to last long inside her. April was too hot, her cunt too tight, her voice to perfect, her smell too intoxicating. A final thought, born from my dark corners, slid forth and I pulled her to me, then rolled over a final time. She was facing away from the camera now, impaled fully on my shaft, and I knew the camera was going to pick up every gleam of her sloppily wet cunt riding me. April cried out, obliging me even further by holding her ass cheeks apart, letting her husband see what I slut I had turned her into. But as a final orgasm shuddered and sang through April's body, I didn't think either would mind.

Her tightening body was too much for me, and all too soon I felt myself tighten and thrust upwards, my balls contracting as I fucked up into April's perfect, married pussy.

"Gonna...cuuuu..." My own voice was strangled and even though I tried to hold back, a full jet of hot cum shot into April, just as she thrust down, bathing her cervix in a short jolt. April lifted off me and spun around, grabbing my cock to hold off for just another second.

"Let me taste you...." April cooed, massaging my balls perfectly. I let out a long, groan and began stroking myself into her waiting tongue and mouth, watching her lap at me hungrily, moaning and purring like a kitten getting her cream. I slowly drifted back to reality and it all sank in, the realization that soon another man would be watching as I fucked his wife, came in her mouth, and even barely came inside her, and I came a final jet that had April giggling and purring louder.

Her eyes met mine and both of us knew I wasn't leaving that day, probably not the next either. Her husband wasn't going to get just a movie, he was getting a whole series this weekend.