Gypsy

Definitely Josh was a better looking guy. More handsome, long blond hair, a better physique, and taller. Brandon Bennetti was dark completed. Shorter and muscular, with a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. But Brandon's real advantage was his extra thick and large cock. Josh has seen him in the shower and his equipment was impressive.

Josh had a plan for tonight. At 6 PM, Beth would get here. The few people still working out on Saturday night will be hurried out the door. Brandon would turn down the main lights and lock the women's locker room leaving only the men's showers available. Then he would leave. The plan was for Beth to be forced to shower in the men's locker room.

It all worked to plan. Beth was dressed in her workout gear and left her change of clothes in her gym bag behind the counter. Josh put her through a strenuous workout to make sure she perspired heavily and needed the shower. He also was extra "professional" no touching or remarks tonight.

Finally it was nearly 8 o'clock and the workout concluded. They chatted for a bit and Josh complimented Beth on what a good session she had and how great she looked.

"Time for a shower," Josh said in an offhand way.

Beth grabbed her gym bag and headed to the women's locker room only to find the door locked.

"Josh," she called to him. "The doors locked."

He returned and made a show of searching for the keys. All of a sudden he looked up with a surprised look on his face.

"Shit!" He exclaimed in mock alarm. "Brandon's got the other set of keys for the locker room. I just have the front door keys." He shook his head and glanced up as if trying to work out the logistical problem with the showers.

"Look Beth, we're both adults, we can share the shower room. I won't peak if you won't" he said with a smile.

Beth looked at him as if trying to figure out if this was all intentional or not. Bottom line, it didn't matter. If I can share a shower with this hunk, who's complaining.

"Okay I guess." She said.

In the locker room they both took different sides. The illusion of privacy. Josh got to the showers first and strategically took the one in the middle. Beth would be close no matter which shower she took. I'll play it cool and see where this goes Josh thought.

Finally Beth walked into the showers wrapped in her towel. Josh didn't even pretend he wasn't interested.

Beth removed her towel and there she stood with that sculpted body and big soft boobs.

Josh, immediately became erect, walked over, grabbed her wet naked body and started kissing her.

For her part, Beth gave token resistance saying, "but Josh, I'm married," as she reached for his cock.

As Josh sucked on her heaving tits the warm water rained down on them. Beth caressed his muscular chest, stomach and ass. She slid one soapy hand down and stroked his balls. Josh dropped to his knees and started lapping at her pussy. They were both in a frenzy exploring each other's beautiful bodies after all these months of mostly only looking.

Josh with his muscular arms lifted her legs up and impaled her on his rigid cock, her back against the shower wall. Beth's arms were around his neck holding on and kissing him. With his hands on her ass he easily lifted her up and down on his erection. One soapy hand caressed her and a finger slid up into her ass.

Josh's strength gave out before his stamina did and eventually they switched positions with him laying on the shower floor and her riding him. He sucked her engorged nipples and fondled her soft breasts. She tightened her kegel muscles and with a loud moan Josh ejaculated powerfully into her pussy.

Though Beth enjoyed the sex she did not orgasm. Josh got up, helped her up, kissed her and then finished his shower. As Beth was finishing her shower Josh quickly got dressed.

He made small talk with her as she was getting dressed just as if she had finished a workout, not just fucked him. There was no new sexual intimacy, more just a physical act.

"If you want to wait in the lobby a moment, I'll button it up in here and then I can unlock the doors for us." Josh told her.

Josh threw the towels in the laundry bin and turned off the overhead lights. There was ambient light from the laundry area so the locker room was not pitch black, just oddly shadowed.

Walking past the full length mirror Josh turned to check himself out, he was feeling pretty good about just nailing Beth Stoica. As he looked in the mirror, for a brief moment, he saw the image of an old black haired hag with intense eyes, looking back at him. It startled him. But just as quickly the image was gone. What the fuck was that, he thought.

Brandon was not going to believe all this. Boy do I have a good story to tell him . . . . .

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I got home a little after 10 PM from my parents and Beth was already in bed. I wanted to find out what she had done tonight. Dina was so emphatic about her cheating on me, but when was this all supposed to have happened? She told me she was at the gym and now she's home. When was the time for the sex to have occurred?

It was a restless sleep thinking about Dina, her strange requests of me and her insistence on Beth's infidelity. I trusted Dina, but was she getting old and losing it? And then there was Beth. She was becoming so indifferent towards me. Was this just a phase that we were going through? Why didn't we laugh and have fun anymore?

Beth was becoming more and more like she had been in high school. Stuck up and egotistical. Always looking for attention. I drifted off thinking something had to give.

Sunday morning 9:00 AM, I'm at "Aunt" Dina's. It had been years since I had been in her little dwelling. It was a small building at the back of my parents yard. Growing up I'd always been warned about staying out of Dina's space. I never questioned why, I just stayed away.

It was small, cramped and dark. Just a studio with what I assumed was a bathroom in the back. A small kitchen, a table and a few chairs and a low single bed in the corner. One wall looked like bookcases with embroidered curtains covering what was behind. The dwelling had an odd, not bad, herbally smell.

Dina greeted me with a hug.

"Nico, you have tea." A statement from Dina not a question.

"I have story to tell you." She sighed and said. "This part of my life is almost over and there are things that have to be done. But first you must understand. I tell you about my life."

Dina's story:

My people were traveling people. We keep moving. We were Romany. Today they call us Gypsy. When I was young it was difficult time for Europe. Wars. The Germans, the Russians, no one like the Romany. We had to travel. We hid in the forest, our home was on wheels. We struggled.

People say Germans in trains come, take people away, their families never see them again. We were afraid of that. We were always hungry. I stay close to my grandmother, Babina. She take me to the forest to find food. We have food only to eat if we find it. But she also find plants, bark, seeds, root, berries and other nunjek.

Babina bring small wood cart with us to woods. She carry all her makings in the cart. The makings were in clay pot. Babina tell me how to make mixture. Some mixture we eat and some we use for other things.

One day Babina and I were in forest and she say bad things are coming. I look at Babina and she is saying words over and over. Her eyes go up in head, all I see is white where her eyes go. We run to cave and hide.

Babina say that she has sight. I was only 5 years and I don't know what she mean. She say that she see things before they happen, that why we hide. She see danger. She say she see in me that I have the sight too. She tell me how to mix makings to make sight stronger.

For 6 days we stay in cave. Babina teach me about makings. She say to me to be careful because they can be very powerful. We were cold and hungry. On last night she tell me no matter what happen I take makings. I don't understand.

On day 7 my Babina does not wake up. I'm frightened but I remember what Babina say. I take cart and go to find my family. Our house on wheels is burned. All family gone. I just walk down path.

And then a kind lady find me. They bring me to their home. They give me food and bed. They save my life. The kind lady was your grandfather's mother. I stay with them my whole life. I help them. They take care of me and bring me to America when they leave old country. They let me bring makings.

"Nico" She says. "I see for you a different woman for your life. I try to tell you this but your woman with her big namas, make you deaf to my word." Dina says. I say nothing, I just listen.

"She go with other man. I see them without clothes together, they have sex. She break wedding promise." She tells me.

"Dini I say how do you see this?" I ask.

"With sight and my makings I can see things," Dina says. "First Nico, you need to learn about makings."

With great effort, Dina gets up and opens the embroidered curtains showing a multitude of jars, pots, bowls, urns and other odd containers. The herbally smell gets much stronger.

She begins to describe all the different spices, herbs, and ingredients. Her makings. For some reason I am fascinated and we sit there for many hours going over all her makings and what they are used for.

"Nico, I grow tired. I need rest. Come back tomorrow supper time. I show you more." With a brief hug Dina moves to her small bed. She looks exhausted.

All week long after work I continue to meet with Dina after work. Each evening I am there for several hours. For some strange reason not only does the information fascinate me, but I'm seeming to retain photographically what Dina is teaching me. I ask Dina about this.

"It is the tea Nico." She says. "My Babina make this tea. Tea make brain like sponge. Lot's of makings. Before I go I show you the tea. Much to learn first." She goes on.

All week long we avoid talking about Beth. She has shown me so much about the different combinations of plants and herbs and what they can do. Some of the ingredients, her makings, are dwindling in quantity. These are mostly things brought to the US from Europe over 30 years ago.

There is one substance, she shows me in an old gray urn, there is very little left. Dina calls it babrika.

"Use wisely." She says. "Come from bark of ancient tree."

Apparently combining it with certain other ingredients is supposed to have strong results. Dina calls it magik - pronounced like magic with a hard G.

"This one," She says describing the effects of the babrika. "Can help people, or can be used on bad people. Small amount left." She says as she peers into the urn. "Enough for 5 brews I think. Use wisely."

And then she told me all the ways it can be used. If this actually worked it would be incredible. I don't question what Dina says, I just listen and absorb.

I've been at "Aunt" Dina's all week long and I have not seen much of Beth. Saturday and Beth's attitude is still the same, cold, non affectionate and argumentative. I ask her what her plans are and she tells me she has another private session with her trainer this evening at 6 PM.

"Okay, well, do you want to grab lunch somewhere together?" I have a feeling I know what the answer is, but I still want to try to salvage this relationship.

"Sorry, not today. Gina and I are shopping and getting manicures." She says as she breezes out the door.

I then hear her car start up and take off. I don't even rate a goodbye anymore!? I am starting to have serious doubts. It's going to take a lot to salvage this relationship. And if what Dina says about Beth and other men is true, it is definitely over. I think with sadness about my grandfather's stone. Did I waste it on the wrong woman?

I've somehow got to find out if what Dina says about Beth is true . . . . .

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This time it was Josh that suggested the after hours training session for Saturday night. I felt a little guilty cheating on Nick, but it was so naughty. And he'll never know. The men's shower room! If ever I get up the nerve to tell my girlfriends they will love that story.

Josh has been acting a little weird since. He hasn't been hitting on me as much. I was beginning to think that he didn't like me after our shower scene. But then he asked me to come back Saturday night and train with him again. He must have liked it.

The one that's starting to hit on me is Brandon. He's cute too, just a little different looking than Josh. Josh is tall and blond, kind of like a surfer. Brandon has a bad boy look. Dark and muscular. He acts like he's god's gift to women but in a fun and funny way.

This reminds me of high school and my first few years of college, a bunch of good looking guys who want me. I sometimes wonder why I got married so young. I like it when guys hang out with me and flirt. Nick is nice and he's got a lot of things going for himself, but he doesn't excite me. He is good in bed and I normally get off, but it's just the same old Nick.

Oh well, as long as we are at the gym there's no way for Nick to find out . . . . .

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"Josh, you set it up for Saturday again?" Brandon asked.

"Yep, she practically jumped me when I asked her. I guess she liked it." Josh bragged.

"So, how's it gonna work? She won't know I'm joining in beforehand, right?" Brandon asked.

"No, she won't. Here's the plan, a little before 8 PM, Beth and I will hit the showers just like last time. You wait in the stretching room upstairs. Stay there until 8 o'clock. Then come in and undress like you're going to take a shower. She and I will already be getting it on. You show up with that big hog of yours and we see what happens." Josh with a broad grin told Brandon.

"Think she'll go for it?" Brandon wondered.

"Sure she will." Josh answered confidently. "We've never tag teamed one of these chicks before, this will be a first. A good looking married one too."

"You worried that her husband will find out?" Asked Brandon.

Josh shook his head, "no way. We're at the gym and it's locked and closed. How could he find out?"

I've seen him, Josh thought. What's a guy like that going to do even if he did find out . . . . .

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Saturday afternoon and I'm at Dina's she continues her instructions to me about all the different makings and what they can do. Dina seems like she has aged considerably within the past week. She's moving slowly and her cough has gotten worse. When I ask her about the cough she just waves her hands.

"My time is short Nico. My family die 80 years ago, time for Dina start on next journey." She says.

All my arguments concerning her health and how much more life she has to live are greeted with firm dismissal. Her mind is made up. She has other objectives now.

"Nico, I must talk to you about the babrika. You mix with other makings, very potent. Depend what you mix with, babrika do different things." Dina says with great seriousness.

She shows me different herbs, roots and other ingredients and what they are supposed to do. It all seems so far-fetched, but my irrational brain is accepting all Dina tells me. Maybe it's the strange and delicious tea.

We spend extra time talking about the babrika. She tells me that mixed correctly it has the ability to change the body. She tells me when my grandfather was a child he fell out of a tree and broke his ankle. Dina applies a mixture using babrika and within a week he was running.

She told another story about a neighbor that beat his children. One of them was a friend of Dina's. One day without him suspecting she sprinkled the mixture on his hands. She never saw it, but was told by her friend that her father's hands started to shrivel and shrink. The friend was never beaten by the father again.

Strange stories but I accepted them as truth. I wondered what I was to do with this knowledge.

"You will know when to use." She told me.

She slowly and methodically goes through the brewing of each ingredient so I now know how to mix these specific brews for the different results.

We have a small dinner and I begin to leave but Dina grabs my arm. Normally by this time in the evening she is exhausted. Tonight though, she seems to have a lot of energy. She sets about making tea, but I can tell it's a different tea.

When I ask her about it she says, "now you will see."

I'm puzzled but I have learned to disregard my skepticism when it comes to "Aunt" Dina. So far everything she has told me has been right on. Even those years ago when she urged me not to marry Beth I'm beginning to realize perhaps I should have heeded that advice too.

We drink the tea and Dina scolds me to drink it all. I do. I'm beginning to feel a little light headed and sleepy and like background noise I hear Dina tell me to hold her hand. I do and my hand seems disconnected from my body but I can feel Dina's dry ancient grip. I close my eyes.

In my brain all I see is black. Slowly light starts forming and I can make out shapes, and then I see what looks like a city street. Soon I recognize buildings and then my vision is inside a building. I recognize the interior of the building, it's the gym. Edge Fitness. I can now hear sounds and I see movement and the door to the locker room is closing. I hear the noise as it shuts.

It feels like I'm watching a movie. This is what I see . . . . .

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This time there is no pretense of modesty. Josh and Beth strip down and with gropes and fondling make their way to the shower room. They turn on a couple of showers to increase the sensory experience.

Josh begins washing Beth's back with soapy strokes from her neck, down her back and ending at her ass and thighs. She's got her hands along the wall propping herself under the shower. Josh is spending time massaging her ass and pussy and she is enjoying the sensual worship under the warm water.

After a few moments he moves to the floor and starts teasing her orally. Josh is sitting with his back against the wall with his face in her pussy. Beth has spread her legs and is writhing in the oral pleasure she is receiving.

She seems on the verge of climax and he stops, stands up, kisses her and with his hands on her shoulders guides her mouth down to his erection. Beth, on the verge of orgasm, is completely turned on at this point and begins sucking Josh's engorged cock.

As Josh looks up, in walks Brandon, nude and erect. His organ is impressive, certainly bigger than Josh's. Brandon has a big smile on his face.

"Excuse me," Brandon remarks, acting as if he's surprised.

Beth looks up startled, and Josh starts sucking her nipples as she is confused about the turn of events in the shower. Beth, still very turned on, doesn't know whether to cover up, leave, or continue.

"Hey, you guys go on with what you're doing. I may just watch." Brandon tells them.

The size of Brandon's cock has not been lost on Beth, but for the moment she's unclear what to do. Josh eases her back down to his cock and she continues the blow job. Now at this point she is bent at the waste, head bobbing, and legs slightly spread. Brandon's view is of her ass and pussy.

Brandon can't help himself, he slides up behind Beth and starts rubbing her in her most sensitive spots. For the briefest of moments she stops, but any hesitation is overpowered by her sexual need. Brandon begins feeding his engorged erection into her vagina. It's a slow go, but he gets it all in.

So while Brandon's pumping in and out of her, Beth is bobbing enthusiastically on Josh's cock. The guys make eye contact and silently bump fists while Beth is sucking away.

Soon Josh climaxes and with an echoing roar in the shower room slumps to the floor. Brandon is not done. He pulls out, turns Beth around and feasts on the naked tits he has ogled a hundred times. He rubs Beth's pussy as he sucks her nipples.