Moving on from my husband finally [FM]

Let me start by describing my husband. He is a self absorbed ego maniac that spent our entire relationship convincing me something about my body or personality wasn’t good enough. Sadly, I fell for that crap every single time and spent hours upon hours worried I might disappoint him or have him criticize me more. Regardless of how hard I worked or the time I spent it was never quite good enough. I was lucky enough to meet someone that blew up every one of those false standards and I’m so happy. Of course it took me cheating for it to happen. Best decision of my life.

One thing my husband (we aren’t divorced yet) would do is criticize my body. A lot of mentally abusive men do it. “Your ass is too small”. “Your ass is too big”. “You’re too muscular”. There was always something to say. So I poured myself into the gym. Cardio, weights and everything in between. What my focus was on depended on his latest criticism. He made the comment “you obviously have no clue what you’re doing in the gym. You should hire someone that knows what to do. You’re failing hard at getting it right”. So I hired a trainer. He was expensive but I was determined to fix whatever problem there must have been.

When I showed up to the gym for our first session I was nervous. The hardest thing to do is explain to someone what my goals were in regards to my husbands idea of my shortcomings. Since it constantly changed I was usually at a loss for what was today’s problem. The trainer shook my hand, we did a quick intro to what we wanted to do and then he got me on a treadmill for ten minutes. My first impression of him wasn’t bad exactly, but it wasn’t stellar either. He was a bit brash, a little arrogant and appeared to have an ego to match his massive muscle density. All of these were true to a degree, but not necessarily in a bad way. He was absolutely gorgeous, was quite kind, he had a bit of a bad streak in him and his body was what women dream of. I grew comfortable quickly with him. My husband came to the gym during a couple sessions and I could tell he was jealous.

I came to my session on day three and when I saw him I almost melted. He was wearing a pair of workout leggings and no shirt. Holy shit that man looked fine. I did my treadmill time and then we started my workout. He was extra close during the instruction/spotting, or at least maybe I just noticed it more because I was staring so hard at him. He was also packing a bulge in those leggings that was impossible to ignore.
We got done and I asked him why he never works out at the gym. He told me he had his own personal gym at the house and he preferred it there. Loud music of his liking and no issues with equipment. I mentioned I had thought about getting a setup at home by converting my garage but didn’t really have a clue what I should have. He offered to let me see his setup if I wanted. I told him I would like to sometime. He told me that instead of doing my workout at the gym, I should come to his place and use his setup so I could see how simple but effective home gyms could be. So plans were made for the next morning.

When I got up I was totally convinced this was on the up and up. That didn’t stop me from wearing a little less than I would in the gym. Tight sports bra and workout shorts with a cut out side tank top. It showed off plenty without looking like I was trying too hard. I showed up at his place ready for a workout and some serious flirting.
I got to his door and he had a towel wrapped around him from finishing a morning swim. I waited for him while he showered. He came out in those little running shorts you see Marines wearing. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on instantly. We walked to his garage and he showed me his set up. It was a wall mount system that moved and converted to different setups depending on what you were doing. It certainly wasn’t cheap. I sat down on the bench seat and went through the motions of seeing how it all worked. Then without thinking I just said “I bet you workout naked in here everyday”. I laughed and said he did more often than not. As he would show me a exercise I would casually rub up on him or grab his arms. In hindsight I don’t think I was as sneaky about it as I thought I was in the moment. A few times I could tell that his bulge was, what’s the word, plentiful.
Once we were done with him showing me the setup he invited me in for tea. He made it and I sat waiting. When he sat down he sat close. We chit chat about mundane things. He made a comment I laughed at and my hand ended up on his thigh. Rock hard I might add. I pulled my hand back quick because I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. He laughed again and said he wasn’t mad about it and he liked it. I instantly put my hand back. I started rubbing inside his thigh and got higher and every every couple seconds. He finally warned me. “Babe if you go too high you never know what you’ll find”. I told him I was hoping it was something good I’d find. He then just hit me with a “I could just lose the shorts to save some time”. I took a huge hard swallow and said “ok”.
I had never seen a horse dick before. Not in person anyways. I’m convinced his dick could lift more on the bench press than most men could. The face I made was somewhere between amazement and pure horror. It was uncircumcised, also something I had not seen, and made me wonder how the hell he kept it hidden at all. Then he sat down and pushed me back gently. He kissed me and I felt myself go flush. Then he helped me out of my tank and sports bra. He really enjoyed my tits. I don’t remember them ever being as sensitive as they were in that moment. Then he slid down and pulled my shorts to the side. Between the lips, his tongue and his strong hands I started cumming real damn quick. And not just once. He was making it tough to do anything else but. When he stopped he sat down next to me. His huge dick was bigger and harder than it was to begin. I started to stroke it and positioned myself on the couch to his side. He tasted so damn good. I was nearly cumming just from sucking his dick which is weird to believe is possible. He slid a hand over me and slapped my ass and I nearly went limp from it. He squeezed and massaged my ass. Then he slid a finger over my asshole and started rubbing. I came again. Once he was hard and I was a puddle, he stood up and led me to his bedroom. He laid me down and went down on me again. I couldn’t take it so I tried to push his head away. He grabbed my wrists and held them so he could keep going. I ended up squeezing his head so hard I thought I would kill him. (I ended up with a massive bruise on the inside of each thigh from squeezing so hard). Then he let go and flipped me over doggy. I have never felt so wet in my life which is good. I was about to take a dick exponentially larger than any before.
I felt his body position behind me. Being honest, I was already worn out and we hadn’t even had sex. I would endure him for much longer than I had thus far.
I’ll pause for this Public Service Announcement. If you are a guy that is walking around with a horse dick, make sure you go down on her until she’s a soaking mess. It will pay dividends down the road. Thanks for attending my TED Talk.
I was nervous penetration would hurt. I was so turned on and wet that penetration was nothing short of amazing. Just the feeling of me body stretching to accept him made my orgasm. And I’m talking about one of those brain fried, body shaking, only making long and single toned moans kind of orgasms. Then I felt him hit the muscle wall inside me. Then again. And again. And again. Until he was at a furious pace. Slapping my ass. Pulling my hair. Grabbing my wrists to pull me back on his dick. Then hands on my hips pulling me. Then I started shaking. And shaking harder. Then my whole body got extremely warm. His thumb rubbing my asshole. Then more shaking. Then the wave of a massive orgasm. And then him pulling out of me while I started squirting. I’ve never had that before but holy shit that’s my jam.
Before I finished the end of that orgasm he pushed back into me and started again. By this point my ass was in the air but my body was lying flat on the bed. He rolled over and asked me to get on top. I thought I would be able to control things better from the top but that was a lie.
I started to grind but I was getting sore. I didn’t keep up the pace he liked so without pulling out he rolled me to my back. He bent my legs back and started thrusting into me. He would lean over and suck a nipple once and again and that sent me over the edge every time.
Finally he basically bent me in half and laid on me while pounding my insides. I was gripping his ass while he thrust. Then his whole body got firm and he started cumming inside me. Not sure if it’s common but feeling him cum in me made me orgasm again. He pulled out and rolled over onto his back. I know guys hate it but I immediately started sucking his dick. It took a mere five seconds before he pushed me away because his dick was too sensitive.
We would end up talking about why I go to the gym like I do and my husband. He told me I should leave him. I wasn’t convinced I should. That would take another ten days or so. He very quickly made me realize how insecure I had become and helped me overcome that.
I know cheating is terrible, and maybe I’m making an exception to excuse my own behavior. I finally feel like I can be ok being me. Yes my marriage is over but I’m convinced this was just a matter of time anyways and the perfect eye opener. So I’m still seeing my trainer. We have been on several dates which have been amazing. On a funny note, before I walked away from my husband he saw my trainer in the locker room changing clothes. He said “I saw your trainer in the locker room naked. He’s got a circus side show dick but no bitch would ever fuck that thing”. True. No bitch would. But this classy lady would lol. Now he’s aware that my trainer and I are dating so I hope it gives him a complex about his baby dick. Karma is real.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cw9t75/moving_on_from_my_husband_finally_fm