It all started with a simple kiss. We’d known each other forever, but she was married. Her and her husband were divorcing. She was out with some friends trying to drown her sorrows, and I’d had a few drinks too. I was about to leave and she made an excuse of “walking me out” to get a moment alone. That moment turned into feelings and desires and lusts pouring out….saying she’d been wanting me since we’d met. Somehow my hands wound up on her hips, and our lips were locked into this incredibly passion kiss. Either embarrassed or overwhelmed, she broke away and went back to her friends.
We started texting more regularly, and it quickly progressed. Not sexting, but the flirtatious note was there. Finally, we had seen each other at the gym in passing- me going in just as she left- and I decided to risk it. She’d mentioned fantasizing about me, so I texted her saying how I’d always fantasized about fucking her at the gym, especially with these tiny pink shorts she wore. She answered coyly, but asked what time I’d be at the gym the next day.