[M]y year long a[F]fair with somebody who was married

After I got injured playing college football I had been determined to try again. After college I played in a semi pro league for a few years before another serious injury took me out for good. I was in a slump for a few years. Without football in my life, I was lost. When my high school won a state championship I didn’t even attend the alumni celebration. What happened finally was one of my old teammates called me up to see if I wanted to work out, long story made short, I discovered CrossFit and fell for it that same day.

Fast forward a few years, I’m not just at the top of my game but now teaching CrossFit and doing personal training, which if you’d seen me 2 years before you’d have laughed at. My friend said he wanted me to come with him as he was going to compete. So I figured why not and drove with him.

After we checked in, I had to check in at a different table since I was a “coach” not a competitor. As I turned around to leave I bumped into somebody….

She was one of the women who was among the 4 or 5 favorites to win, I’d heard of her, but didn’t know much about her. Part of me was surprised she was in this, she didn’t have a big build, was kind of slight, but had very good muscle definition, I could just see it ripple even with her having clothes on. We chatted and left it at that.

Fast forward to the end of the competition, my friend puts on a great performance and ends up in the top 5. The woman I’d bumped into at the start, we’ll just call her “Shannon”, ended up in 2nd place. I ran into her again and we exchanged numbers, she said she had heard I was very good at CrossFit and if she ever came to town she would let me know.

About 8 months later, I get a text from Shannon asking if I was still doing CrossFit. Truthfully I had soured on it for different reasons, my friend who got me into it ruptured his Achilles tendon, and still missed football. But she said she was preparing to compete and wanted to get some work in since her local crew wasn’t pushing her enough. At this point I’m expecting this to be 100% professional or at least just platonic.

Shannon flies in, and I pick her up at the airport. We’d talked about her situation, she was married but her husband was a weird guy. He was a university professor who had some pretty radical ideas for where they lived (in the Midwest) and was more concerned about that than her. She had turned to CrossFit because of him ignoring her. She had also cheated on him before but promised him it was a one time thing so he forgave.

When we got back to my house, she sat on my couch and I don’t know what it was but I was just drawn to her. She had naturally tan skin and darker features, I think she was of Spanish or Italian extraction, but was also very “white”. Her body was skinny at about 5’5 but very toned and everything just seemed rock solid, no flab or fat. When I sat down next to her we looked right at each other and just started making out. I can’t tell you why either. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably a few minutes, she came up for air and said, “Holy shit. I never do that.” Which set the tone for the next few days.

We had our workouts, and by this time in life I’d taken to running 2 miles every morning around the golf course I lived nearby. There was a water hazard that I began and stopped at which was sort of like a meditation thing. Of course she joined me for this.

By her 4th day here she broke down and told me that I had “won” and she wanted to fuck, but had promised herself she wouldn’t. Instead she compromised and blew me in the kitchen of my house. Windows open, on her knees, not a care in the world besides getting my dick down her throat and swallowing my cum. She knew what she was doing and was very skilled. I didn’t have to do anything but enjoy it. And pretty soon she had me on the edge and smiled knowing she had me and redoubled her efforts to make me cum. And I did. The past few days of teasing all unloaded in her mouth and she swallowed it all. Didn’t miss a bit.

Next month, she calls me to say she’s coming back to train and if it was OK. Same thing except when I pick her up at the airport she said that she had thought about it and wanted to fuck. Not one to play games. We got to my house and pretty soon my dick was back in her mouth and I was fingering her tight shaved pussy. She actually came and shuddered slightly while sucking me off. But that was it. No fucking that night. Just another excellent blowjob.

The next night though, that changed. She started to suck me, and I was like, OK repeat of yesterday, but I was surprised. She stopped sucking me and I ended up behind her, with her prone on the bed and I grabbed her ass and felt how wet she was. I rubbed the head against her and slid it all in at once which surprised her. Holy hell it was tight. But wet and she was bucking her hips into me and we fell into a perfect rhythm together, I felt her get even tighter and squirt and she grabbed her own ass with both hands imploring me to fuck her harder. And I did. I wasn’t sure where she wanted me to cum because I was getting close and she moaned for me to cum inside her. My cum and her squirting leaked out, overflowing her pussy and leaving her tight pussy a gaping, leaking mess.

Afterwards she told me that she was breaking all her rules for me, one of which was she used condoms if she cheated on her husband. The other was fucking me so soon or at all.

This set the tone for our affair. She would fly here once a month, sometimes twice, we would go work out, fuck like animals and collapse from the exertion. Sometimes if I had to be out of town she’d fly out to meet me wherever I was. We were in a city in the south once for a CrossFit thing and people thought we were a couple. It was at this event we had our craziest time.

Our hotel was at the beach, all of the rooms faced it and we made good use in giving people a free show about 5 minutes after we checked in. By this point also I didn’t concern myself with cumming inside her anymore, it was so normal and natural. If she was riding me and I came, I would have her lick it off me.

After our first night we ended up drinking a little and things got crazy. We started doing naked CrossFit competing against each other in our room, we had all the gear, and I took it upon myself to think that some of this could be put to better use. I used some exercise bands we had to tie her hands to the bed. I propped her slight body up using a foam roller. Did I mention how submissive she was? Because it was very. She and I never fucked in bondage but here she was, tied up and thanks to our foam roller, her pussy was at the perfect angle for me to fuck. And fuck I did. She desperately tried to claw my back but with her hands tied just flopped uselessly as I used her body for my own pleasure. She had just knee high socks on which helped me keep her legs from sliding off my shoulders. She couldn’t even find words, just moans as I drove it as deep as I could and ever had into her and released a huge shot of cum inside her. After I pulled out she just hung from the bed by her wrists, just staring blankly.

I untied her and she dropped onto my chest telling me she had never imagined she could have been fucked that hard and she needed a few days because she was sore now and by morning it would be even more. But she soldiered on and did compete that week and did very well.

This continued on for the better part of a year. Just like that. At one point she told me she had thought of leaving her husband for me and one night on a trip confessed she had fallen in love with me. Shortly after that, she and I attended a competition. For once we both competed and for whatever reason she was way off. She was a step behind everyone else while I was in the middle of the pack, she was near dead last.

I don’t know what, if any pressure she was feeling from her family or husband, but when I brought her to the airport, she was sad it seemed. That was the last I ever saw her. She never explained why, but a few years later on social media somebody I knew was tagged in a photo with her. She had a kid by then and unlike my time with her, the wedding band was very prominent.

But I am grateful for the time I did have, even if it did end abruptly and in a very odd way.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r6eejd/my_year_long_affair_with_somebody_who_was_married