A couple of months ago, my wife convinced me to join a fitness club because I needed to get rid of my middle aged spread. I wasn't in bad shape to be honest, since I've never been fat. But I'd had a slight gut since before my wife and I even met. A couple years back, she and I had started working out together at the base, and bringing our son with us. But when our son got old enough to get bored there, she stopped going to stay home with him. And, since no one likes doing those things alone, I dropped out soon after. Besides, since there aren't any professional trainers there, the exercises I'd been doing didn't have any effect on my one problem area.
We bought a treadmill, so we could exercise at home, and my wife uses it while my son is in school. But I can't use it because as soon as I get home, my son is all over me until his bed time. And after that, it's really too late for me to be interested in doing it anymore. So, when my best friend, who I could only go out with about once a month, said he was thinking about joining a fitness club, my wife thought it was the perfect solution. My friend and I would get to spend more time together, and I wouldn't have to exercise alone. And, the fitness club had a full staff of trainers, so I'd do the right exercises to get in the shape I wanted. Not to mention that the club was cheap, costing less than $50 a month for me to go there three nights a week.
This is a sex story, so I won't go into too many details of the exercise routines themselves. I'll just say that the trainers push you pretty hard without overdoing it, and you're sore for the first few days. The place is mostly full of people like me, men and women who are out of shape. We sweat and we slave over our routines, and usually look half dead by the end of the night. Then, there are the posers, people who are already in shape, and spend all their time showing off, or looking at themselves in the mirror. Most of them are men of course, but some of them are women. And the women are the fun ones to watch, not just because they have nice bodies. It's because they come in, use a machine a couple of times, walk around for half an hour, and then use another machine. It's so obvious that they are trying to attract attention that's its comical to watch them in action.
But, this isn't about the people like me, and it isn't about the posers, this is about the trainers. These are the people with the best bodies, because they are the ones who have to motivate the customers. The four male trainers have the bodies all us men want as a result of our exercises. And the four women, with the exception of one which I'll get to later, have the kinds of bodies us men would like to attract. They don't flaunt their bodies like the posers do; they just go from person to person giving advice and showing how to do each exercise. Or, they lead the group exercises like step aerobics and Pilates. But, even though they don't flaunt their bodies, just about everyone watches them. Whether it's for motivation, or because they are nice to look at doesn't matter, people still watch them.
My story starts with the exception that I mentioned earlier, the one of the four female trainers who wasn't in perfect shape. As a matter of fact, she was downright pudgy when I first met her. And that made her stick out because how could someone in that bad of shape expect people to listen when she told them how to exercise. Don't get me wrong, she was a nice girl, with a pleasant personality and a cute face. But her body didn't match with her being a fitness trainer. I didn't doubt her credentials; she wouldn't be a trainer if she wasn't certified. So I just figured she'd just had a baby or something, and was coming back to work after maternity leave.
As a matter of fact, I pretty much said that to her one day. There's an advertising poster for the club that shows a girl I thought was her when she was in shape. And, I mentioned it to her, saying I liked her picture in the ad. Like I said, she had a pleasant personality, and had asked how I was doing several times. So, saying something like that conversationally was kind of my way of returning that friendliness. She told me that it wasn't her in the picture, but that she used to be in the same shape. That's when I mentioned how difficult it must be to get back in shape after her baby. Well, she didn't yell at me, but she told me in no uncertain terms that she didn't have kids. She was only 20 and way too young to even think about marriage yet. Obviously, I'd stepped in it with both feet when I made my baby remark. And I figured that I'd just alienated the only female trainer who'd bothered to talk to me.
Sure enough, she didn't look at me or say anything to me the next time I came there, and that bothered me. Not because I had any romantic interest in her. I mean I'm 30 years older than her and married on top of it. No, it was because I'd hurt her feelings with my stupid remark, when she'd been so friendly to me. But, the session after that, not only was she no longer mad at me, she was even friendlier than she had been before. The only reason I could see was that she finally figured out that I hadn't been trying to insult her. And maybe after thinking about it, she considered it a compliment in an offhand way. Whatever the reason, she gave me a huge double hand wave as she was passing behind where I was on the treadmill. And, my friend thought it was so much like flirting with me that he gave me a fist bump for it. I didn't think it was, I just thought it was her way of saying all is forgiven. But my friend seemed to think I had a new fan among the staff.
Anyway, whatever it was, we were back on friendly terms, with her stopping by at least once a session to see how I was doing. A couple of weeks went by, and while my progress was slow, I could see a noticeable difference in her figure. Then again, she was leading at least three step aerobic classes a day, six days a week. So of course her progress would be a lot quicker than mine. But rather than just give her a plain compliment, I said something really off the wall again. Half the reason is probably because I'm married and giving direct compliments to women feels too much like I'm trying to pick them up. But, I'm also a natural smart ass, so maybe I just think I'm being funny when I do that. I honestly don't know why one way or the other, I'm just guessing the reason I do it that way. In this case though, I know it was more the smart ass part, because she gave me an opening I couldn't resist.
I don't think these trainer jobs pay much, maybe barely minimum wage. That's because the membership fees are low, and unemployment here is high. So, these trainers are lucky to have such an easy job even if it doesn't pay much. I say that because this girl had a jacket that was obviously from when she'd been in good shape. It was really tight on her now, and since it was a puffy winter coat, it looked funny. So, as an offhand compliment, I told her she should get a new jacket because she looked better and didn't need to hide her body under that old thing anymore. Again, a borderline insult, and I even told my friend that she probably wouldn't talk to me for a while after that. But, unlike my last offhand comment, she didn't get mad at all this time. Maybe because it was more of a compliment than saying I thought she'd just had a baby had been.
Another couple of weeks went by, and even my wife was starting to see a difference in how I looked. And when I joked that more women were looking at me now, she said that was why she'd wanted me to join the fitness club. She didn't want other women to touch me, but she definitely wanted them to like looking at me. But while there was a visible difference in my body, the trainer's progress was even more dramatic. By the way, I've since learned her name is Defne, so I guess we should use that. Anyway, Defne was actually starting to look pretty good, and I thought I owed her a compliment on that. This time though, I chose my words carefully to keep any smart ass comments out of it. Instead, I told her I was jealous because she'd lost weight a lot faster than I had. When she asked if it was that obvious, I knew she was fishing for a better compliment. So I said everyone there could see the difference in her, but no one saw any in me. She returned it by saying she could see a difference in me, so I shouldn't get discouraged, which I took as her just trying to be nice.
At about the same time, the head trainer changed my friend's exercise program. He was now taking part in one of the group exercises that concentrated on tightening your stomach muscles. Since I have a hernia, I wasn't allowed to join him, and after seeing him at the end of his first session I was kind of glad. That's because he looked like someone had run him through a wringer and hung him up while still wet. When I asked what had happened, he said the she devil trainer had tried to kill him. And when I asked him which one, he showed me the most petite trainer in the place. Considering that my friend is over 6 foot, I almost fell on the floor laughing my ass off.
The she devil, Aysegul, happens to have the hottest body of all the female trainers. But, she also has a deadly serious look on her face all the time, which keeps her from being pretty in my eyes. Then again, maybe that facial expression could be there to keep the wolves away, since it seems to work. Anyway, I decided to mess with my friend by telling her what he'd said, while he was standing right next to me. And I learned that she's one of those girls with a magic smile, because the whole room lit up when she started laughing. Then, still smiling, she said my friend was just a little baby, because he hadn't finished half the exercises. She knew she could say that, because while my friend is big, it's obvious to everyone he's a teddy bear. And when she said that, he got that embarrassed school boy look on his face that he gets all the time. After that, every time she'd walk past, he'd call her Satan and she'd call him little baby. So, I thought there was a chance that there might be something brewing there.
She also invited me to join their sessions, but I told her I had a doctor's note excusing me from the torture chamber. And when she said I was being a bigger baby than my friend, I showed her the notation on the back of my exercise plan. She admitted that her routines weren't suitable for me, since they put a lot of stress on the area my hernia was. But after that, she'd stop by and check up on me the way Defne did. As for my friend, while I thought there might be interest, he told me there definitely wasn't. He preferred larger breasted women, like Defne for example, and the fact that her face looked so serious was a total turn off for him. As for me, there was interest, especially after seeing how she looked when she smiled. But, while my friend was single, I wore a wedding ring, which meant I could only look.
So now I had two nice looking trainers that would come and check up on me at least once during an exercise session. And I would check them out too, since Defne was getting a better body all the time, and Aysegul already had a hot one. But as I just said, they were limited to visual entertainment while I was exercising, and nothing more. Besides, even if I wasn't married, I was older than the two of them put together. Add to that the fact that while I was improving, I was still no higher than the middle of the pack of the guys that came there. So, I'll say it a third time, I could and would look at them both, but forget ever being able to touch them.
While watching them, I noticed that they seemed to be on different shifts. Defne would usually leave when I was half way through my routines, while Aysegul would stay until the last female customer left. We didn't stay there late enough to close the place down ourselves; there were always some guys still there when we left. But there were times when Aysegul was heading out almost the same time we were. One of those nights, she was actually walking with us, so I asked her if there were any special sessions I would be able to participate in. She told me Defne's sessions would be fine for me, since step aerobics wouldn't tear up my stomach muscles. But, my friend and I came too late for that, and because of work, I couldn't get there early enough. She did give me a couple of options, such as joining one of the other trainer's sessions and just skipping some of the routines. But, since all her stuff would hurt me, there was no way I could join her sessions. And, for some strange reason, she seemed sad about that fact, which I put off as being disappointed that she wouldn't get to torture me too.
After that, it seemed that Aysegul walked with us two out of the three days we worked out each week. If there were still women there when we left, of course she'd have to stay behind. But the women usually left before we did, and Aysegul would coincidentally be waiting upstairs talking to the receptionist when we were ready to go. Not that either of us minded her walking with us, since it gave us someone else to talk to while we walked. And it gave us someone to talk about when she left us halfway through our long walk back to my friend's house. I need to explain that part, about why we walked to his house instead of driving straight to the fitness club. The biggest reason was that the club was in the busiest section of town and finding a parking place would be near impossible. And, by using his assigned parking space in front of his house, since he didn't have a car, I avoided paying the outrageous parking fees. The other reason was that the walking was good for us to both warm up before and cool down after our work outs.
Anyway, back to the story. As I was saying, Aysegul was fun to talk to while we walked. Especially when the two of them would get into their Satan and little baby modes. And, she'd also talk to me about my routines, and things I might be able to do to get quicker results without hurting myself. In other words, it was mostly shop talk, meaning about fitness, although there was a certain level of good natured teasing going on. So, I was surprised when one night, completely out of the blue, she reached out to hold my hand as we were walking. Since she was between the two of us, I thought she might be holding both our hands. But when I looked, I saw that mine was the only hand she was holding. I was going to pull my hand away, gently if I could, when I heard a familiar voice calling out to us. That sort of interrupted my thoughts enough so that my hand stayed where it was for the moment.
The voice belonged to Defne who happened to be walking towards us, heading back into town. She'd obviously intended to say hi and maybe ask where we going. But then she got a strange look on her face, turned around, and headed back the way she'd come. My friend and I were confused, and it showed in our faces, but Aysegul had a devilish grin on hers that told me she wasn't. By this time we'd reached the place where we usually split from Aysegul, and she let go of my hand. Then she said goodnight as if nothing had happened, and walked across the street. After she left, my friend and I talked about Defne's strange behavior as we walked to his house. Although, I didn't mention Aysegul holding my hand, because I didn't think it had anything to do with it.
It wasn't until I was in my car, on the way home, that I started thinking differently. Aysegul hadn't grabbed my hand until a second before Defne called out to us. And Defne hadn't gotten that strange look on her face until she'd gotten close enough to see us holding hands. Had Aysegul held my hand just so Defne would see us doing that? I mean, there were no indications of interest before that, or even after that. There'd only been the sudden holding of my hand, then her acting as if it hadn't happened once Defne was out of sight. But the even bigger question was why Defne had reacted the way she did, and how Aysegul knew she would. Because I was totally convinced that the she devil had held my hand just to provoke such a reaction.
When we went to our next exercise session, Defne seemed to be a little upset with me over what had happened, because she didn't even return my greeting. And all through the evening, she'd look over at me, and then look away as soon as I saw her. It wasn't until right before she'd normally leave that she finally said something. She came over to the machine I was using, and looking me right in the eye, she said she'd thought I liked her. When I told her I did, she asked why I'd never asked her out then. I replied that I was married and couldn't ask anyone out, then held up my hand to show her my ring. She, of course, came back with the fact that my ring hadn't stopped me from holding hands with Aysegul, had it? I told her the truth, that Aysegul had grabbed my hand right before she walked up and that there was nothing going on between us. Her eyes narrowed for a second, meaning that she believed Aysegul had done it to piss her off. Then she told me to prove there was nothing going on between us.
When I asked her how I was supposed to do that, she said to get changed and leave with her, that was how. I reminded her again that I was married, and she asked what that had to do with it. She wasn't asking me to do anything with her; she just wanted me to leave the club with her. Although, it would be nice if I'd take her to Starbucks and buy her a cup of coffee. There wasn't any harm in a simple cup of coffee, was there? I was going to turn her down, but she had such a pleading look on her face that I just couldn't do it. Instead, I told her that if it really meant that much to her, fine. I went and told my friend I was leaving, and told him I'd explain later. Then, I went and changed my clothes and met Defne at the door. As I did, I noticed Aysegul watching us with the same strange expression Defne had had the other day. Something half way between daggers and a smile, similar to the one most people use when thinking about some kind of revenge. And I wondered what the hell I'd just gotten myself into.
Defne didn't try to hold my hand or anything like that, on the way to Starbucks. And, like with Aysegul, our conversation was light and mostly about exercising. There were no outward signs that this was anything more than something to make Aysegul jealous. And that was strange, considering Defne's reaction to Aysegul holding my hand that night. I mean, why would Defne have reacted that way, unless she was interested in me and was jealous of Aysegul. Yet, she wasn't showing any romantic interest in me now, and it didn't make sense. We were just sitting at an outside table drinking our coffees and talking about different ways to get faster results for me. In other words, the same exact things that we talked about with Aysegul. And, I was still trying to figure all this out when Defne reached across the table, grabbed the front of my jacket, and kissed me hard.
This was as totally out of the blue as Aysegul holding my hand had been, and I quickly found out it was for the same reason. That's because while Defne was holding my jacket too tight for me to get away without a fight, I could see Aysegul out of the corner of my eye, watching us. Then, like Defne had done, she turned around and headed in the other direction. When Aysegul was gone, Defne sat back with a totally satisfied grin on her face. Now, I had to ask just what the hell was going on, and why she'd kissed me. I have to give her credit for not trying to feed me a line about not being able to help herself, or even trying to tell me she was attracted to me. No, she just said she was giving Aysegul a taste of her own medicine. But, she refused to answer any other questions about that subject. So, I went home even more confused than before.
I'd promised my friend an explanation, and I gave it to him the next time we were walking to the club. And, I didn't leave out any of the details, starting with Aysegul holding my hand and ending with Defne kissing me. He said it sounded like they both wanted me, and were fighting over which one would get me. I told him I'd agree with him, except for one tiny detail. Neither one of them had made any moves against me, or said anything when we were alone. Everything they'd done had been without warning and only when they knew the other one would see it. So, I figured this was something between them and really not about me at all. I was just caught in the middle of whatever game they were playing. His laughing answer was that he could think of worse places to be than in between the two of them.
The game, or whatever it was, was definitely on, because I'd no sooner started walking on the treadmill when Aysegul came over to talk to me. And she started in without even saying hello, by asking if it was because Defne's tits were bigger than hers. I just shook my head and told her the same thing I'd told Defne, that there was nothing going on between us. Defne had kissed me the same way she'd grabbed my hand, without warning, and just when she'd showed up. Of course, Aysegul's response to that was to say that I hadn't tried to push Defne away, so obviously I'd wanted it too. And my answer was to say that the only way to do that would have been with force, like trying to pull my hand away from her would have been. And, I didn't want to use that kind of force on either one of them.
I thought the conversation would be over at that point, but it seemed Aysegul was just getting started. She said she still thought I hadn't pushed Defne away because I liked her bigger tits. And when I didn't comment, she asked me what was wrong with her tits; didn't I think they looked better? They were smaller, yes, but they were firmer and didn't need a bra to hold them up like Defne's did. She told me to look at them, and see that they were standing up by themselves. And that I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because I could see her nipples clearly through her shirt, couldn't I? Of course I looked, and she was right, I could clearly see her nipples and could tell she had nothing on under her shirt. Then she asked if they weren't better than Defne's big old cow tits, and walked away before I could answer.
Defne didn't ask me to leave with her again, probably because she thought she was ahead in their game. However, she did come over to say goodbye on her way out, and gave me a big wave as she headed up the stairs. Naturally, since it was obviously her move in their game, Aysegul did ask me to buy her a cup of coffee like I had Defne. When I asked if it was so she could kiss me in front of Defne, she said no, unless of course I really wanted her to. And, if I did, I'd have to be the one to do the grabbing and kissing. So, since there was nothing else I could think of that she could do, I let her drag me to Starbucks. And my friend went on his own way, laughing at my predicament.
When we got there, I decided the safest thing would be to sit next to Aysegul instead of across from her. I knew the she devil had something planned, no matter what she'd said about not kissing me. And, since she'd have to turn my body around for something like that, I was in a better position to resist this time. Thing is, I forgot how creative women can be, and that's how she got me. I was scanning the street, since we were facing the way Defne would have to come, because I didn't want to get caught unprepared this time. But Aysegul's younger eyes spotted her before I did, and next thing I knew, she'd grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. Then, when I turned to her in surprise, she hooked her other arm around my neck, and pulled me in for the kiss she said she wasn't going to give me.
Of course, that's how we were when Defne got up to us. Aysegul had her lips pressed hard against mine, and the way my hand was trapped between our bodies, it was easy to guess where it was. This time I didn't see Defne, because my back was towards her. But I knew she'd seen us, because for the first time since this game started she said something, and that's when I knew for sure it was some kind of contest. She said something to Aysegul about her not having won yet, and then I could hear her walking away. Now that I knew it was a game, I knew Aysegul would let me go in a few seconds. But, if they wanted to play with me, I decided I was going to play a little game of my own too. So, I did something Aysegul definitely didn't expect me to do. And that was to fully return the kiss she was giving me, while caressing the breast that was under my hand.
You would have thought I stuck an electric wire up her ass, the way she jumped when I did that. And she let go of my neck and pulled away so fast she almost fell out of her chair. I couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face as I asked her what was wrong. And when she stammered while asking me why I did that, I laughed even harder. I asked her who had put my hand on her breast, and who had kissed who first. Did she think I was so old that I wouldn't respond when she did that? Then I told her she had been right, she had nice tits, and I liked how they felt. Especially the way her nipples had gotten hard when I was caressing her breast. She immediately protested that her nipples hadn't gotten hard, so I told her to look at her tits and try to say that again. I'd thought a woman would know if her own nipples were hard or not, but she glanced down anyway to see what I saw. Then she quickly got up from the table, said she had to go, and hurried off leaving me still laughing behind her.
I figured Aysegul would probably drop out of the game after what had happened. But unless she'd told Defne about it, I was sure that Defne would have something of her own planned. And as my friend and I walked to the next session, we were both curious as to what it would be. Aysegul was acting pretty much the way I expected she would. That is looking over at me every now and then, and then turning red before she looked away again. Defne didn't seem to notice that, and I could see the wheels turning in her pretty little head every time her eyes found mine. Still, nothing happened before it was time for Defne to leave, so I was beginning to think the game was over. Except, Defne surprised me by sticking around until my friend and I were done. My friend said something was brewing here, but he doubted anything would happen if he was with me. So, he was going to take off without me, and get all the details later.
Now, for the first time, me and both girls left together, and for the first time, they actually held my hands as we walked to get our coffee. I was still curious what Defne's next move would be, because Aysegul had taken her turn the last time. And, it didn't take long to find out, just long enough for our coffees to be delivered. We were sitting at a small table with the girls close on either side of me, and nothing across from me. So, the girls could easily see whatever the other one planned to do. And like I said, it was obviously Defne's turn, so she went first. Except this time, there were no sudden movements, since it would be near impossible to surprise me now. Instead, Defne's movements were slow, and deliberate, so that Aysegul would see exactly what she was doing.
What she did, was turn to me, put her hand behind my head, and pull me in for a kiss. And, at the same time, she grabbed my hand, put it between her legs, and pressed it tightly against her crotch with her other hand. Then, after allowing long enough for Aysegul to get a good look at what she was doing, she sat back with a big smile on her face. I said I thought Aysegul was out of the game, but she proved me wrong by pulling me down for the same kiss. Then, instead of grabbing my hand and putting it somewhere on her body, she put her own hand on my crotch and started rubbing my dick through my pants. And, after giving Defne a good long show, she too sat back with a big grin on her face. I'd have thought that Defne would give up at that point, but it was actually me who quit the game. Because, when she started pulling down my zipper, to put her hand inside my pants, I had to stop her.
Both girls were a little mad at me for ruining their contest, but I told them I wasn't going to let them pull my dick out in public. It wasn't Defne though who complained the most; it was Aysegul, since she said she would have won if I hadn't stopped them. Of course, I had to ask how she would have done that, and she laughed and said by putting it in her mouth, what else? Then, when she saw my shocked look, she asked if I was sorry now that I wouldn't let them keep playing. I calmly told her no, because we could have gotten arrested if someone saw us. And I for one didn't want to have to explain to my wife why I was letting someone suck my dick in public. Besides, while it was fun up until this point, the game had already gone further than I was willing to go.
Then, because I had to know, I asked what the hell this game was about anyway, to see who could make the old man have a heart attack first? They both said I wasn't old, at almost the same time, and then Aysegul said it was to see who was willing to go the furthest with me. I asked if she meant who would go the furthest in public, and she said that would be too easy. Public could be anywhere outside, like a back street or something, and they could have done anything there. No, their bet was to see who would go the furthest with me in front of Starbucks, which was always full of people. Since Aysegul had been willing to go that far to win, the stakes of their contest had to be pretty high. And, of course, I had to know the answer to that question too.
Aysegul said she wasn't going to tell me, because I'd ruined the game and they'd have to find some other thing to bet on. But Defne said she'd tell me anyway, because it might make me let them finish. The loser would have to eat the winner's pussy, for at least an hour, every night for a whole week. I asked if that meant they were lovers, and Defne said definitely not. If they were lovers, they'd already be eating each other's pussies, wouldn't they, so why bet it then? No, neither one of them had ever done that before, which is why it was such a big bet for them. At this point Aysegul chimed in and said again that she would have won too, and that Defne would have spent the next week licking her cunt. Defne countered that by saying that we only had Aysegul's word that she would have done it, so how did we know for sure she would? And Aysegul said if I hadn't stopped them, she would have proven it, and if I'd just let them continue, she'd show us. I told the girls I really was sorry, but even if I wasn't married I wouldn't have let them do that. They might be willing to take risks like that, but I wasn't because I had way too much to lose, and nothing to win. Now, it had been fun playing with them, but I really had to go, before my wife killed me. Then I walked away, leaving two cute, but obviously let down, girls behind me.
My friend called me Saturday to find out what happened, but since my wife was home, I told him I'd explain on Monday. So, as we were walking to the club on Monday, I filled him in on all the details. When I got to the part about what Aysegul had supposedly planned to do, he said he would have let them play their game, just for that alone. Although, he have preferred it was Defne who was doing it, not Aysegul. I reminded him that he was single, and had nothing to lose, but I was married. Still, I had to admit that I wouldn't have minded having her do that in a less public place.
Speaking of Aysegul, she wasn't talking to me when we got to the fitness club. I can't say she was exactly mad at me; it was more like she was disappointed. And she made that plain to me by sticking out her lower lip in the classic pout every time she walked past. Of course, it made me think that she had really intended to do what she said, but Defne had another opinion of it. At least she was still talking to me, and she said the pout was for her benefit, not mine. Aysegul had argued all weekend that she'd been robbed of her victory, and that Defne knew it. So now, Aysegul was walking around like that, trying to get Defne to declare her the winner anyway, and she wouldn't do that. If Aysegul wanted to win so bad, she'd have to convince me to let them finish the game.
I had to ask the obvious question, why not just finish the bet with someone else. There were plenty of guys who would love to play their game with them, to which she sadly replied that I just wasn't one of them, right? I shook my head and said that wasn't true and I hoped they both knew that. Believe me, I'd wanted to, but being married I couldn't do crazy things like that anymore. I mean, even if it was just a game, what Aysegul had said she was going to do still counted as cheating. And I didn't think my wife would believe it had been just a game. So, back to my original question, why couldn't they just do it with someone else? I don't understand why that question made her mad this time, but it did. Because she angrily said that it wouldn't work with anyone else, and then stormed off.
When Wednesday rolled around, both girls still seemed to be mad at me. If Aysegul had seriously planned to do what she said, I could understand her being angry that I'd stopped her from winning their bet. It was Defne being angry that really bothered me, because I'd have thought that I saved her from having to pay up. Unless, of course, Defne had had a plan of her own that would have beat what Aysegul was going to do.
So, like an idiot, I went and asked if she was mad for the same reason Aysegul was, because she thought she'd have won if the game kept going? She told me no, and said that I was way off base if I thought this was about winning some stupid game. So, I asked her to explain what it was about then, because I didn't like people being mad at me unless I understood why. She said fine, she'd explain it to me, and it might even do some good for me to know. But, she asked if we could do it sitting outside and smoking, because she didn't want everyone to hear. Yes, she smokes, and she knows I do too, although, unlike me, she's actually trying to quit.
So, I ran to the locker room to put on my pants and grab my jacket, then met her at one of the tables. The first thing she asked me when I sat down was if I made bets to win things I didn't want. When I told her no, she asked me why I thought that they did then. I told her I'd honestly thought the bet was about embarrassing the other person. And she asked how, by making them do something to you that you don't want them to do? No, they'd both wanted the prize, and the bet was just a way to get it. I replied that I could understand Aysegul getting mad about that, but why was she mad about it? She laughed then and said I still didn't get it. Neither one of them really cared who won the bet, because they'd both end up doing it one way or another.
Now I was confused, and asked if they both knew that, why didn't they just do it and forget about the bet? And she said it was for the same reason I'd quit the game, they were scared to do it. They both knew that once they crossed that line, there was no going back. So, neither one of them wanted to be the first one to take that step. By making it a bet, the loser would have an excuse, saying they were only doing it because they lost. And they both needed that excuse, because they wouldn't have enough guts to do it otherwise. But, by me quitting the game, they'd both lost that excuse, and that's why they were both a little upset with me.
I told her I had one more question for her, and I hoped she didn't get mad at me like she did the last time I asked it. Why couldn't they just use someone else to finish the game, why did it have to be me? She looked at me for a minute without saying a word, and then she shrugged her shoulders and answered. She said she hadn't wanted to tell me this part, but she might as well. When they'd decided the rules for the bet, they'd been a little drunk. So, one of the rules ended up being that the guy had to be someone who came to the club to exercise. They'd both made lists of who they wouldn't mind playing the game with. I wasn't the first name on either list, but I was the only name they could agree on.
I told her knowing that didn't bother me, and that I was surprised I'd made the lists in the first place. But, trying to keep from telling me that, wasn't reason enough to get mad at me. They both had other people on their lists; why not choose one of them to finish the game? She said that wasn't the reason she'd gotten mad. She'd told Aysegul the same thing, and since only Aysegul would have to do something, she'd told her it could be whoever she wanted. But Aysegul turned the offer down saying that I was the only one she would finish the game with. And what had made her mad was Aysegul's answer when she'd asked why it had to be me. Because Aysegul wouldn't tell her and had told her it was my fault, because of what I'd done to her. So, she wanted me to tell her what I'd done to her friend. I told her honestly that I didn't know, because I hadn't done or said anything, except play the game. Unless, she meant that by quitting the game, I was somehow rejecting her as a person, and she wanted me to fix it. But other than that, I could think of no reason for her to say what she did.
Then I told her that had I known half of what she just told me, I would never have let them start their game with me. Because now I felt terrible about how things had turned out. And, while it hurt me to say no, they had to understand that I really had no choice in the matter. They might think it was unfair for me to have quit right before the end of the game, but the real unfair thing was what they were doing to me now. They'd started the game without any warning, and without telling me what the rules were and what was at stake. Then when the game got too dangerous for me, they got mad at me because I wouldn't risk everything I had to keep playing. And now, they were both blaming me for ruining their lives, when all they had to do was pick someone else to finish the game with. So, while I was sorry about what they were going through, I really couldn't help them. And with that, I went downstairs to finish what I could of my exercises before it was time to go. I thought that pretty much closed the subject, even though the girls probably wouldn't speak to me for a long time, if ever. But, what other choice did I really have?
I found out on Friday though that this wouldn't be over until Aysegul said it was over, and she wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet. Instead, she sent Defne to meet us on our walk to the club, to catch me before we got there. She said that while she understood my problem, Aysegul didn't, and wanted to talk to me herself. She was waiting for us at Starbucks and hoped I'd skip exercising for one day to listen to her side of it. If I did, and she still couldn't convince me, they promised to drop the subject and try to get over being mad at me. So, could I at least do that much and come talk with Aysegul, so we could put this behind us? Of course I couldn't say no to that, and followed Defne while my friend went to the club.
I guess I kind of expected Aysegul to still be a little sad like she'd been all week, so I was kind of surprised to see her as cheerful as I'd ever seen her. In retrospect, I should have known something was up, but at the time I was just glad that she was happy again. I sat down across the table from her, and she waited until the waitress brought my coffee before saying more than hello. Then the first thing she asked was why I'd quit the game, and she didn't want to hear that it was because I was married. I told her that's all I could tell her, because it was the truth, but she said she didn't believe me. She said that if I was that afraid of my wife finding out, I would have quit the game the night she'd held my hand. Or, at least I would have quit when Defne kissed me. But I didn't quit then, I went further, a lot further than that.
The night she kissed me and put my hand on her breast, I'd already known she was planning to do something. I even told her I knew, yet I went to Starbucks with her anyway. And, the last night, I willingly let Defne kiss me and put my hand between her legs. Not only that, but when Defne was finished, I'd turned to her right away, so she could do what she had done. I did way more than enough to get me in really big trouble with my wife, and I did it in front of a ton of witnesses. Would a man who was worried about his wife finding out do all the things I'd done? No, something else had made me stop the game that night, because it definitely wasn't because I was married. And, she thought she knew what that something was.
She said that Defne had told her everything we'd talked about that night and she only half agreed with what she had said. Defne needed an excuse, such as losing a bet, before doing something that she wanted but was afraid to try. And, she was pretty sure that Defne actually preferred losing those bets, because she liked feeling forced to do things. When she said that part, Defne turned red from embarrassment, which told me she'd probably hit pretty close to the truth. The she continued by saying Defne thought they both worked the same way, but she didn't need the same thing Defne did. She just needed to be horny enough, and she could do just about anything in bed.
Then she smiled and said yes, she did want to try making love to Defne, that much was true. Most women wanted to try it, if they were honest with themselves, and she was always honest with herself. But she'd never been horny enough when she was around a woman she'd like to try it with. That's why she'd gone along with the bet, because she was fairly sure she would win it. Not so much because she had more guts than Defne, but because she was sure Defne wouldn't let her lose. And she also knew that having Defne lick her pussy would make her horny enough to do the same to Defne. So, Defne was right about a few of the things she'd said. She did want to try it, and the only way she would was after she won the bet. It was just that what it took to get her to do it was different for her than it was for Defne. And she knew that what it would take to get me to let them finish the game was different too.
But, before she told me what she thought I needed, she wanted to explain something else to me, because it had a lot to do with her theory. She said she knew Defne had told me what she'd said about why I had to be the one she finished the bet with. And she knew Defne had asked me what I'd done to make her say that. Of course, I couldn't answer that question, because I didn't know what I'd done. Or, to put it differently, I knew what I'd done physically, but there was no way for me to know why it mattered. It was when I'd returned the kiss she gave me, and when I started caressing her. I'd been right that night, although she didn't admit it then. Her nipples had gotten hard, and she known that without having to look. That one little kiss, and that small caress had made her horny as hell, something no single kiss had ever done before. And that scared her enough to make her run away from me that night.
This was only supposed to be a game, a way to win the bet. But with that one little kiss, I'd changed the rules on her, and she almost quit because of it. That last night, she was sure she'd win one way or another, because Defne would find a way to make her win. Probably by telling her she'd have to let me stick my hand in her pants or something to beat Defne sticking her hand in mine. She definitely hadn't planned on saying she'd do the thing she'd said. Except, when she'd kissed me while rubbing my pants, she'd started thinking about that other kiss, and that made her horny again. And, because she'd gotten horny, and would do anything if she was horny enough, she'd blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
When I'd quit the game, and they couldn't get me to change my mind, she knew she was going to lose the bet. She'd never be able to do what she'd said, unless she was horny, and she knew none of the other guys would make her horny enough. She couldn't pick one of the other guys, and because she'd already said she'd do it, she couldn't change what she planned to do to win. So, the only way she could win the bet, was for it to be with me, so she'd remember that kiss.
And it was that kiss, and something I'd said that night that told her why I'd really stopped the game. She'd asked me then why I'd kissed her, and now she thought she knew the answer. I'd known it was only a game, and that it wouldn't be anything except a game to her. But, I'd wanted more than that, so I'd kissed her, hoping she'd want to take it further too. Her asking me why I'd kissed her, then running away from me, told me that there was absolutely nothing past the game. And, she wasn't going to lie to me here, because there hadn't been anything past that. I just wasn't supposed to learn that until the game was over, and they said bye and thanks for playing.
So she was surprised when I was willing to keep playing the game anyway. Then again, maybe I was hoping I could get her to change her mind at the last minute, or at least offer to thank me some way. But, since I knew it was only a game, when things got dangerous I'd quit. And while she was frustrated and a little mad at me for that, how could she blame me. I'd said it myself, but neither one of them had caught it, or understood what it meant. I'd told them then that I had way too much to lose and nothing to win. And that was why I'd stopped the game, because there was nothing in it for me. Why would I take that risk if I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of it? I'd needed a reason to do it, and they hadn't given me one, or to be precise, she hadn't given me one. And that was why I'd kept refusing to change my mind, because I had absolutely nothing to win.
I probably thought she was stupid for admitting that she'd planned to just use me to win the bet. Still, she wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know, so why not be honest with me. And, she wanted to be honest with me, so I'd believe the rest of what she had to say. She still wanted to win the bet; she wasn't going to lie about that. But, her reason for wanting to win wasn't the same as it used to be. Before, she'd wanted to win so that she wouldn't have to be the first to cross the line her and Defne wanted to cross. Now she only wanted to win because Defne would be happier losing the bet than she would be winning it. Whether she won or lost though, she wanted the bet to be over tonight, and she wanted me to finish it.
She knew she had no right to ask me to do this, and she'd understand if I turned her down. But this time, if I played the game with them, there was definitely something in it for me. Even if she lost, there'd still be something in it for me, if I wanted it. That confused me, because if I let her play the game, she couldn't lose could she? And when I told her that, she said that part of it was up to me. All I had to do was agree to continue playing the game, and she would let me decide if she was going to win or lose the bet. Again, I told her I didn't understand how I could agree to play the game, yet still decide that she would lose.
She said it was simple. If I wanted her to win, all I had to do was push my chair back and open my zipper. She'd do what she said she was going to do, and then we'd all go to her apartment where she would finish what she started while Defne started paying off the bet. If I wanted her to lose, I just had to tell her that, and we'd go to her apartment anyway. But, if I chose the second one, I'd have to make love to her before she could start paying her debt. Because, if that one damn kiss had made her that horny, what would me making love to her do? Either way, win or lose, she wanted me to make love to her tonight, because of that one little kiss. So, did I have enough of a reason to play now? And, did I want her to win or lose the bet? It was all up to me.
Of course I wanted to play the game now, and the she devil knew I would. The only question was how I wanted to play it. I was going to fuck her either way, and I was sure she'd suck my cock whether it was before or after I fucked her. And, no matter who won, she'd end up eating Defne's pussy before the night was over anyway. So, did I want to make it easy for her, or did I want to get some kind of revenge for her having planned to just use me? She knew what was going through my mind, because she took my hand in hers, and told me she'd accept either one of those choices. But, it wasn't me who made the decision; it was Defne who made it for me. Aysegul had been right about her, and how she would rather lose than win, so she'd have her excuse for doing what she wanted to do. Because, she leaned real close to me, and started whispering in my ear, as her hand went to work on my zipper. And what she said was to let Aysegul win, please, let Aysegul win.
Now, whenever the women finish exercising early, Aysegul and I are at her apartment 5 minutes later. And, once a month, she'll leave work early enough to spend my whole exercise time on really personal training. And the girls are happy with each other, and don't have to bet anymore to eat each other's pussies. As for my friend, he'll never mention anything to my wife about this. That's because he learned who had been Defne's first choice to play the game. And, while he still prefers Defne, he has no problem fucking Aysegul every now and then when we swap partners during our long training sessions. I'd say that working out is really working out well for all of us, wouldn't you?
We bought a treadmill, so we could exercise at home, and my wife uses it while my son is in school. But I can't use it because as soon as I get home, my son is all over me until his bed time. And after that, it's really too late for me to be interested in doing it anymore. So, when my best friend, who I could only go out with about once a month, said he was thinking about joining a fitness club, my wife thought it was the perfect solution. My friend and I would get to spend more time together, and I wouldn't have to exercise alone. And, the fitness club had a full staff of trainers, so I'd do the right exercises to get in the shape I wanted. Not to mention that the club was cheap, costing less than $50 a month for me to go there three nights a week.
This is a sex story, so I won't go into too many details of the exercise routines themselves. I'll just say that the trainers push you pretty hard without overdoing it, and you're sore for the first few days. The place is mostly full of people like me, men and women who are out of shape. We sweat and we slave over our routines, and usually look half dead by the end of the night. Then, there are the posers, people who are already in shape, and spend all their time showing off, or looking at themselves in the mirror. Most of them are men of course, but some of them are women. And the women are the fun ones to watch, not just because they have nice bodies. It's because they come in, use a machine a couple of times, walk around for half an hour, and then use another machine. It's so obvious that they are trying to attract attention that's its comical to watch them in action.
But, this isn't about the people like me, and it isn't about the posers, this is about the trainers. These are the people with the best bodies, because they are the ones who have to motivate the customers. The four male trainers have the bodies all us men want as a result of our exercises. And the four women, with the exception of one which I'll get to later, have the kinds of bodies us men would like to attract. They don't flaunt their bodies like the posers do; they just go from person to person giving advice and showing how to do each exercise. Or, they lead the group exercises like step aerobics and Pilates. But, even though they don't flaunt their bodies, just about everyone watches them. Whether it's for motivation, or because they are nice to look at doesn't matter, people still watch them.
My story starts with the exception that I mentioned earlier, the one of the four female trainers who wasn't in perfect shape. As a matter of fact, she was downright pudgy when I first met her. And that made her stick out because how could someone in that bad of shape expect people to listen when she told them how to exercise. Don't get me wrong, she was a nice girl, with a pleasant personality and a cute face. But her body didn't match with her being a fitness trainer. I didn't doubt her credentials; she wouldn't be a trainer if she wasn't certified. So I just figured she'd just had a baby or something, and was coming back to work after maternity leave.
As a matter of fact, I pretty much said that to her one day. There's an advertising poster for the club that shows a girl I thought was her when she was in shape. And, I mentioned it to her, saying I liked her picture in the ad. Like I said, she had a pleasant personality, and had asked how I was doing several times. So, saying something like that conversationally was kind of my way of returning that friendliness. She told me that it wasn't her in the picture, but that she used to be in the same shape. That's when I mentioned how difficult it must be to get back in shape after her baby. Well, she didn't yell at me, but she told me in no uncertain terms that she didn't have kids. She was only 20 and way too young to even think about marriage yet. Obviously, I'd stepped in it with both feet when I made my baby remark. And I figured that I'd just alienated the only female trainer who'd bothered to talk to me.
Sure enough, she didn't look at me or say anything to me the next time I came there, and that bothered me. Not because I had any romantic interest in her. I mean I'm 30 years older than her and married on top of it. No, it was because I'd hurt her feelings with my stupid remark, when she'd been so friendly to me. But, the session after that, not only was she no longer mad at me, she was even friendlier than she had been before. The only reason I could see was that she finally figured out that I hadn't been trying to insult her. And maybe after thinking about it, she considered it a compliment in an offhand way. Whatever the reason, she gave me a huge double hand wave as she was passing behind where I was on the treadmill. And, my friend thought it was so much like flirting with me that he gave me a fist bump for it. I didn't think it was, I just thought it was her way of saying all is forgiven. But my friend seemed to think I had a new fan among the staff.
Anyway, whatever it was, we were back on friendly terms, with her stopping by at least once a session to see how I was doing. A couple of weeks went by, and while my progress was slow, I could see a noticeable difference in her figure. Then again, she was leading at least three step aerobic classes a day, six days a week. So of course her progress would be a lot quicker than mine. But rather than just give her a plain compliment, I said something really off the wall again. Half the reason is probably because I'm married and giving direct compliments to women feels too much like I'm trying to pick them up. But, I'm also a natural smart ass, so maybe I just think I'm being funny when I do that. I honestly don't know why one way or the other, I'm just guessing the reason I do it that way. In this case though, I know it was more the smart ass part, because she gave me an opening I couldn't resist.
I don't think these trainer jobs pay much, maybe barely minimum wage. That's because the membership fees are low, and unemployment here is high. So, these trainers are lucky to have such an easy job even if it doesn't pay much. I say that because this girl had a jacket that was obviously from when she'd been in good shape. It was really tight on her now, and since it was a puffy winter coat, it looked funny. So, as an offhand compliment, I told her she should get a new jacket because she looked better and didn't need to hide her body under that old thing anymore. Again, a borderline insult, and I even told my friend that she probably wouldn't talk to me for a while after that. But, unlike my last offhand comment, she didn't get mad at all this time. Maybe because it was more of a compliment than saying I thought she'd just had a baby had been.
Another couple of weeks went by, and even my wife was starting to see a difference in how I looked. And when I joked that more women were looking at me now, she said that was why she'd wanted me to join the fitness club. She didn't want other women to touch me, but she definitely wanted them to like looking at me. But while there was a visible difference in my body, the trainer's progress was even more dramatic. By the way, I've since learned her name is Defne, so I guess we should use that. Anyway, Defne was actually starting to look pretty good, and I thought I owed her a compliment on that. This time though, I chose my words carefully to keep any smart ass comments out of it. Instead, I told her I was jealous because she'd lost weight a lot faster than I had. When she asked if it was that obvious, I knew she was fishing for a better compliment. So I said everyone there could see the difference in her, but no one saw any in me. She returned it by saying she could see a difference in me, so I shouldn't get discouraged, which I took as her just trying to be nice.
At about the same time, the head trainer changed my friend's exercise program. He was now taking part in one of the group exercises that concentrated on tightening your stomach muscles. Since I have a hernia, I wasn't allowed to join him, and after seeing him at the end of his first session I was kind of glad. That's because he looked like someone had run him through a wringer and hung him up while still wet. When I asked what had happened, he said the she devil trainer had tried to kill him. And when I asked him which one, he showed me the most petite trainer in the place. Considering that my friend is over 6 foot, I almost fell on the floor laughing my ass off.
The she devil, Aysegul, happens to have the hottest body of all the female trainers. But, she also has a deadly serious look on her face all the time, which keeps her from being pretty in my eyes. Then again, maybe that facial expression could be there to keep the wolves away, since it seems to work. Anyway, I decided to mess with my friend by telling her what he'd said, while he was standing right next to me. And I learned that she's one of those girls with a magic smile, because the whole room lit up when she started laughing. Then, still smiling, she said my friend was just a little baby, because he hadn't finished half the exercises. She knew she could say that, because while my friend is big, it's obvious to everyone he's a teddy bear. And when she said that, he got that embarrassed school boy look on his face that he gets all the time. After that, every time she'd walk past, he'd call her Satan and she'd call him little baby. So, I thought there was a chance that there might be something brewing there.
She also invited me to join their sessions, but I told her I had a doctor's note excusing me from the torture chamber. And when she said I was being a bigger baby than my friend, I showed her the notation on the back of my exercise plan. She admitted that her routines weren't suitable for me, since they put a lot of stress on the area my hernia was. But after that, she'd stop by and check up on me the way Defne did. As for my friend, while I thought there might be interest, he told me there definitely wasn't. He preferred larger breasted women, like Defne for example, and the fact that her face looked so serious was a total turn off for him. As for me, there was interest, especially after seeing how she looked when she smiled. But, while my friend was single, I wore a wedding ring, which meant I could only look.
So now I had two nice looking trainers that would come and check up on me at least once during an exercise session. And I would check them out too, since Defne was getting a better body all the time, and Aysegul already had a hot one. But as I just said, they were limited to visual entertainment while I was exercising, and nothing more. Besides, even if I wasn't married, I was older than the two of them put together. Add to that the fact that while I was improving, I was still no higher than the middle of the pack of the guys that came there. So, I'll say it a third time, I could and would look at them both, but forget ever being able to touch them.
While watching them, I noticed that they seemed to be on different shifts. Defne would usually leave when I was half way through my routines, while Aysegul would stay until the last female customer left. We didn't stay there late enough to close the place down ourselves; there were always some guys still there when we left. But there were times when Aysegul was heading out almost the same time we were. One of those nights, she was actually walking with us, so I asked her if there were any special sessions I would be able to participate in. She told me Defne's sessions would be fine for me, since step aerobics wouldn't tear up my stomach muscles. But, my friend and I came too late for that, and because of work, I couldn't get there early enough. She did give me a couple of options, such as joining one of the other trainer's sessions and just skipping some of the routines. But, since all her stuff would hurt me, there was no way I could join her sessions. And, for some strange reason, she seemed sad about that fact, which I put off as being disappointed that she wouldn't get to torture me too.
After that, it seemed that Aysegul walked with us two out of the three days we worked out each week. If there were still women there when we left, of course she'd have to stay behind. But the women usually left before we did, and Aysegul would coincidentally be waiting upstairs talking to the receptionist when we were ready to go. Not that either of us minded her walking with us, since it gave us someone else to talk to while we walked. And it gave us someone to talk about when she left us halfway through our long walk back to my friend's house. I need to explain that part, about why we walked to his house instead of driving straight to the fitness club. The biggest reason was that the club was in the busiest section of town and finding a parking place would be near impossible. And, by using his assigned parking space in front of his house, since he didn't have a car, I avoided paying the outrageous parking fees. The other reason was that the walking was good for us to both warm up before and cool down after our work outs.
Anyway, back to the story. As I was saying, Aysegul was fun to talk to while we walked. Especially when the two of them would get into their Satan and little baby modes. And, she'd also talk to me about my routines, and things I might be able to do to get quicker results without hurting myself. In other words, it was mostly shop talk, meaning about fitness, although there was a certain level of good natured teasing going on. So, I was surprised when one night, completely out of the blue, she reached out to hold my hand as we were walking. Since she was between the two of us, I thought she might be holding both our hands. But when I looked, I saw that mine was the only hand she was holding. I was going to pull my hand away, gently if I could, when I heard a familiar voice calling out to us. That sort of interrupted my thoughts enough so that my hand stayed where it was for the moment.
The voice belonged to Defne who happened to be walking towards us, heading back into town. She'd obviously intended to say hi and maybe ask where we going. But then she got a strange look on her face, turned around, and headed back the way she'd come. My friend and I were confused, and it showed in our faces, but Aysegul had a devilish grin on hers that told me she wasn't. By this time we'd reached the place where we usually split from Aysegul, and she let go of my hand. Then she said goodnight as if nothing had happened, and walked across the street. After she left, my friend and I talked about Defne's strange behavior as we walked to his house. Although, I didn't mention Aysegul holding my hand, because I didn't think it had anything to do with it.
It wasn't until I was in my car, on the way home, that I started thinking differently. Aysegul hadn't grabbed my hand until a second before Defne called out to us. And Defne hadn't gotten that strange look on her face until she'd gotten close enough to see us holding hands. Had Aysegul held my hand just so Defne would see us doing that? I mean, there were no indications of interest before that, or even after that. There'd only been the sudden holding of my hand, then her acting as if it hadn't happened once Defne was out of sight. But the even bigger question was why Defne had reacted the way she did, and how Aysegul knew she would. Because I was totally convinced that the she devil had held my hand just to provoke such a reaction.
When we went to our next exercise session, Defne seemed to be a little upset with me over what had happened, because she didn't even return my greeting. And all through the evening, she'd look over at me, and then look away as soon as I saw her. It wasn't until right before she'd normally leave that she finally said something. She came over to the machine I was using, and looking me right in the eye, she said she'd thought I liked her. When I told her I did, she asked why I'd never asked her out then. I replied that I was married and couldn't ask anyone out, then held up my hand to show her my ring. She, of course, came back with the fact that my ring hadn't stopped me from holding hands with Aysegul, had it? I told her the truth, that Aysegul had grabbed my hand right before she walked up and that there was nothing going on between us. Her eyes narrowed for a second, meaning that she believed Aysegul had done it to piss her off. Then she told me to prove there was nothing going on between us.
When I asked her how I was supposed to do that, she said to get changed and leave with her, that was how. I reminded her again that I was married, and she asked what that had to do with it. She wasn't asking me to do anything with her; she just wanted me to leave the club with her. Although, it would be nice if I'd take her to Starbucks and buy her a cup of coffee. There wasn't any harm in a simple cup of coffee, was there? I was going to turn her down, but she had such a pleading look on her face that I just couldn't do it. Instead, I told her that if it really meant that much to her, fine. I went and told my friend I was leaving, and told him I'd explain later. Then, I went and changed my clothes and met Defne at the door. As I did, I noticed Aysegul watching us with the same strange expression Defne had had the other day. Something half way between daggers and a smile, similar to the one most people use when thinking about some kind of revenge. And I wondered what the hell I'd just gotten myself into.
Defne didn't try to hold my hand or anything like that, on the way to Starbucks. And, like with Aysegul, our conversation was light and mostly about exercising. There were no outward signs that this was anything more than something to make Aysegul jealous. And that was strange, considering Defne's reaction to Aysegul holding my hand that night. I mean, why would Defne have reacted that way, unless she was interested in me and was jealous of Aysegul. Yet, she wasn't showing any romantic interest in me now, and it didn't make sense. We were just sitting at an outside table drinking our coffees and talking about different ways to get faster results for me. In other words, the same exact things that we talked about with Aysegul. And, I was still trying to figure all this out when Defne reached across the table, grabbed the front of my jacket, and kissed me hard.
This was as totally out of the blue as Aysegul holding my hand had been, and I quickly found out it was for the same reason. That's because while Defne was holding my jacket too tight for me to get away without a fight, I could see Aysegul out of the corner of my eye, watching us. Then, like Defne had done, she turned around and headed in the other direction. When Aysegul was gone, Defne sat back with a totally satisfied grin on her face. Now, I had to ask just what the hell was going on, and why she'd kissed me. I have to give her credit for not trying to feed me a line about not being able to help herself, or even trying to tell me she was attracted to me. No, she just said she was giving Aysegul a taste of her own medicine. But, she refused to answer any other questions about that subject. So, I went home even more confused than before.
I'd promised my friend an explanation, and I gave it to him the next time we were walking to the club. And, I didn't leave out any of the details, starting with Aysegul holding my hand and ending with Defne kissing me. He said it sounded like they both wanted me, and were fighting over which one would get me. I told him I'd agree with him, except for one tiny detail. Neither one of them had made any moves against me, or said anything when we were alone. Everything they'd done had been without warning and only when they knew the other one would see it. So, I figured this was something between them and really not about me at all. I was just caught in the middle of whatever game they were playing. His laughing answer was that he could think of worse places to be than in between the two of them.
The game, or whatever it was, was definitely on, because I'd no sooner started walking on the treadmill when Aysegul came over to talk to me. And she started in without even saying hello, by asking if it was because Defne's tits were bigger than hers. I just shook my head and told her the same thing I'd told Defne, that there was nothing going on between us. Defne had kissed me the same way she'd grabbed my hand, without warning, and just when she'd showed up. Of course, Aysegul's response to that was to say that I hadn't tried to push Defne away, so obviously I'd wanted it too. And my answer was to say that the only way to do that would have been with force, like trying to pull my hand away from her would have been. And, I didn't want to use that kind of force on either one of them.
I thought the conversation would be over at that point, but it seemed Aysegul was just getting started. She said she still thought I hadn't pushed Defne away because I liked her bigger tits. And when I didn't comment, she asked me what was wrong with her tits; didn't I think they looked better? They were smaller, yes, but they were firmer and didn't need a bra to hold them up like Defne's did. She told me to look at them, and see that they were standing up by themselves. And that I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because I could see her nipples clearly through her shirt, couldn't I? Of course I looked, and she was right, I could clearly see her nipples and could tell she had nothing on under her shirt. Then she asked if they weren't better than Defne's big old cow tits, and walked away before I could answer.
Defne didn't ask me to leave with her again, probably because she thought she was ahead in their game. However, she did come over to say goodbye on her way out, and gave me a big wave as she headed up the stairs. Naturally, since it was obviously her move in their game, Aysegul did ask me to buy her a cup of coffee like I had Defne. When I asked if it was so she could kiss me in front of Defne, she said no, unless of course I really wanted her to. And, if I did, I'd have to be the one to do the grabbing and kissing. So, since there was nothing else I could think of that she could do, I let her drag me to Starbucks. And my friend went on his own way, laughing at my predicament.
When we got there, I decided the safest thing would be to sit next to Aysegul instead of across from her. I knew the she devil had something planned, no matter what she'd said about not kissing me. And, since she'd have to turn my body around for something like that, I was in a better position to resist this time. Thing is, I forgot how creative women can be, and that's how she got me. I was scanning the street, since we were facing the way Defne would have to come, because I didn't want to get caught unprepared this time. But Aysegul's younger eyes spotted her before I did, and next thing I knew, she'd grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. Then, when I turned to her in surprise, she hooked her other arm around my neck, and pulled me in for the kiss she said she wasn't going to give me.
Of course, that's how we were when Defne got up to us. Aysegul had her lips pressed hard against mine, and the way my hand was trapped between our bodies, it was easy to guess where it was. This time I didn't see Defne, because my back was towards her. But I knew she'd seen us, because for the first time since this game started she said something, and that's when I knew for sure it was some kind of contest. She said something to Aysegul about her not having won yet, and then I could hear her walking away. Now that I knew it was a game, I knew Aysegul would let me go in a few seconds. But, if they wanted to play with me, I decided I was going to play a little game of my own too. So, I did something Aysegul definitely didn't expect me to do. And that was to fully return the kiss she was giving me, while caressing the breast that was under my hand.
You would have thought I stuck an electric wire up her ass, the way she jumped when I did that. And she let go of my neck and pulled away so fast she almost fell out of her chair. I couldn't help but laugh at the look on her face as I asked her what was wrong. And when she stammered while asking me why I did that, I laughed even harder. I asked her who had put my hand on her breast, and who had kissed who first. Did she think I was so old that I wouldn't respond when she did that? Then I told her she had been right, she had nice tits, and I liked how they felt. Especially the way her nipples had gotten hard when I was caressing her breast. She immediately protested that her nipples hadn't gotten hard, so I told her to look at her tits and try to say that again. I'd thought a woman would know if her own nipples were hard or not, but she glanced down anyway to see what I saw. Then she quickly got up from the table, said she had to go, and hurried off leaving me still laughing behind her.
I figured Aysegul would probably drop out of the game after what had happened. But unless she'd told Defne about it, I was sure that Defne would have something of her own planned. And as my friend and I walked to the next session, we were both curious as to what it would be. Aysegul was acting pretty much the way I expected she would. That is looking over at me every now and then, and then turning red before she looked away again. Defne didn't seem to notice that, and I could see the wheels turning in her pretty little head every time her eyes found mine. Still, nothing happened before it was time for Defne to leave, so I was beginning to think the game was over. Except, Defne surprised me by sticking around until my friend and I were done. My friend said something was brewing here, but he doubted anything would happen if he was with me. So, he was going to take off without me, and get all the details later.
Now, for the first time, me and both girls left together, and for the first time, they actually held my hands as we walked to get our coffee. I was still curious what Defne's next move would be, because Aysegul had taken her turn the last time. And, it didn't take long to find out, just long enough for our coffees to be delivered. We were sitting at a small table with the girls close on either side of me, and nothing across from me. So, the girls could easily see whatever the other one planned to do. And like I said, it was obviously Defne's turn, so she went first. Except this time, there were no sudden movements, since it would be near impossible to surprise me now. Instead, Defne's movements were slow, and deliberate, so that Aysegul would see exactly what she was doing.
What she did, was turn to me, put her hand behind my head, and pull me in for a kiss. And, at the same time, she grabbed my hand, put it between her legs, and pressed it tightly against her crotch with her other hand. Then, after allowing long enough for Aysegul to get a good look at what she was doing, she sat back with a big smile on her face. I said I thought Aysegul was out of the game, but she proved me wrong by pulling me down for the same kiss. Then, instead of grabbing my hand and putting it somewhere on her body, she put her own hand on my crotch and started rubbing my dick through my pants. And, after giving Defne a good long show, she too sat back with a big grin on her face. I'd have thought that Defne would give up at that point, but it was actually me who quit the game. Because, when she started pulling down my zipper, to put her hand inside my pants, I had to stop her.
Both girls were a little mad at me for ruining their contest, but I told them I wasn't going to let them pull my dick out in public. It wasn't Defne though who complained the most; it was Aysegul, since she said she would have won if I hadn't stopped them. Of course, I had to ask how she would have done that, and she laughed and said by putting it in her mouth, what else? Then, when she saw my shocked look, she asked if I was sorry now that I wouldn't let them keep playing. I calmly told her no, because we could have gotten arrested if someone saw us. And I for one didn't want to have to explain to my wife why I was letting someone suck my dick in public. Besides, while it was fun up until this point, the game had already gone further than I was willing to go.
Then, because I had to know, I asked what the hell this game was about anyway, to see who could make the old man have a heart attack first? They both said I wasn't old, at almost the same time, and then Aysegul said it was to see who was willing to go the furthest with me. I asked if she meant who would go the furthest in public, and she said that would be too easy. Public could be anywhere outside, like a back street or something, and they could have done anything there. No, their bet was to see who would go the furthest with me in front of Starbucks, which was always full of people. Since Aysegul had been willing to go that far to win, the stakes of their contest had to be pretty high. And, of course, I had to know the answer to that question too.
Aysegul said she wasn't going to tell me, because I'd ruined the game and they'd have to find some other thing to bet on. But Defne said she'd tell me anyway, because it might make me let them finish. The loser would have to eat the winner's pussy, for at least an hour, every night for a whole week. I asked if that meant they were lovers, and Defne said definitely not. If they were lovers, they'd already be eating each other's pussies, wouldn't they, so why bet it then? No, neither one of them had ever done that before, which is why it was such a big bet for them. At this point Aysegul chimed in and said again that she would have won too, and that Defne would have spent the next week licking her cunt. Defne countered that by saying that we only had Aysegul's word that she would have done it, so how did we know for sure she would? And Aysegul said if I hadn't stopped them, she would have proven it, and if I'd just let them continue, she'd show us. I told the girls I really was sorry, but even if I wasn't married I wouldn't have let them do that. They might be willing to take risks like that, but I wasn't because I had way too much to lose, and nothing to win. Now, it had been fun playing with them, but I really had to go, before my wife killed me. Then I walked away, leaving two cute, but obviously let down, girls behind me.
My friend called me Saturday to find out what happened, but since my wife was home, I told him I'd explain on Monday. So, as we were walking to the club on Monday, I filled him in on all the details. When I got to the part about what Aysegul had supposedly planned to do, he said he would have let them play their game, just for that alone. Although, he have preferred it was Defne who was doing it, not Aysegul. I reminded him that he was single, and had nothing to lose, but I was married. Still, I had to admit that I wouldn't have minded having her do that in a less public place.
Speaking of Aysegul, she wasn't talking to me when we got to the fitness club. I can't say she was exactly mad at me; it was more like she was disappointed. And she made that plain to me by sticking out her lower lip in the classic pout every time she walked past. Of course, it made me think that she had really intended to do what she said, but Defne had another opinion of it. At least she was still talking to me, and she said the pout was for her benefit, not mine. Aysegul had argued all weekend that she'd been robbed of her victory, and that Defne knew it. So now, Aysegul was walking around like that, trying to get Defne to declare her the winner anyway, and she wouldn't do that. If Aysegul wanted to win so bad, she'd have to convince me to let them finish the game.
I had to ask the obvious question, why not just finish the bet with someone else. There were plenty of guys who would love to play their game with them, to which she sadly replied that I just wasn't one of them, right? I shook my head and said that wasn't true and I hoped they both knew that. Believe me, I'd wanted to, but being married I couldn't do crazy things like that anymore. I mean, even if it was just a game, what Aysegul had said she was going to do still counted as cheating. And I didn't think my wife would believe it had been just a game. So, back to my original question, why couldn't they just do it with someone else? I don't understand why that question made her mad this time, but it did. Because she angrily said that it wouldn't work with anyone else, and then stormed off.
When Wednesday rolled around, both girls still seemed to be mad at me. If Aysegul had seriously planned to do what she said, I could understand her being angry that I'd stopped her from winning their bet. It was Defne being angry that really bothered me, because I'd have thought that I saved her from having to pay up. Unless, of course, Defne had had a plan of her own that would have beat what Aysegul was going to do.
So, like an idiot, I went and asked if she was mad for the same reason Aysegul was, because she thought she'd have won if the game kept going? She told me no, and said that I was way off base if I thought this was about winning some stupid game. So, I asked her to explain what it was about then, because I didn't like people being mad at me unless I understood why. She said fine, she'd explain it to me, and it might even do some good for me to know. But, she asked if we could do it sitting outside and smoking, because she didn't want everyone to hear. Yes, she smokes, and she knows I do too, although, unlike me, she's actually trying to quit.
So, I ran to the locker room to put on my pants and grab my jacket, then met her at one of the tables. The first thing she asked me when I sat down was if I made bets to win things I didn't want. When I told her no, she asked me why I thought that they did then. I told her I'd honestly thought the bet was about embarrassing the other person. And she asked how, by making them do something to you that you don't want them to do? No, they'd both wanted the prize, and the bet was just a way to get it. I replied that I could understand Aysegul getting mad about that, but why was she mad about it? She laughed then and said I still didn't get it. Neither one of them really cared who won the bet, because they'd both end up doing it one way or another.
Now I was confused, and asked if they both knew that, why didn't they just do it and forget about the bet? And she said it was for the same reason I'd quit the game, they were scared to do it. They both knew that once they crossed that line, there was no going back. So, neither one of them wanted to be the first one to take that step. By making it a bet, the loser would have an excuse, saying they were only doing it because they lost. And they both needed that excuse, because they wouldn't have enough guts to do it otherwise. But, by me quitting the game, they'd both lost that excuse, and that's why they were both a little upset with me.
I told her I had one more question for her, and I hoped she didn't get mad at me like she did the last time I asked it. Why couldn't they just use someone else to finish the game, why did it have to be me? She looked at me for a minute without saying a word, and then she shrugged her shoulders and answered. She said she hadn't wanted to tell me this part, but she might as well. When they'd decided the rules for the bet, they'd been a little drunk. So, one of the rules ended up being that the guy had to be someone who came to the club to exercise. They'd both made lists of who they wouldn't mind playing the game with. I wasn't the first name on either list, but I was the only name they could agree on.
I told her knowing that didn't bother me, and that I was surprised I'd made the lists in the first place. But, trying to keep from telling me that, wasn't reason enough to get mad at me. They both had other people on their lists; why not choose one of them to finish the game? She said that wasn't the reason she'd gotten mad. She'd told Aysegul the same thing, and since only Aysegul would have to do something, she'd told her it could be whoever she wanted. But Aysegul turned the offer down saying that I was the only one she would finish the game with. And what had made her mad was Aysegul's answer when she'd asked why it had to be me. Because Aysegul wouldn't tell her and had told her it was my fault, because of what I'd done to her. So, she wanted me to tell her what I'd done to her friend. I told her honestly that I didn't know, because I hadn't done or said anything, except play the game. Unless, she meant that by quitting the game, I was somehow rejecting her as a person, and she wanted me to fix it. But other than that, I could think of no reason for her to say what she did.
Then I told her that had I known half of what she just told me, I would never have let them start their game with me. Because now I felt terrible about how things had turned out. And, while it hurt me to say no, they had to understand that I really had no choice in the matter. They might think it was unfair for me to have quit right before the end of the game, but the real unfair thing was what they were doing to me now. They'd started the game without any warning, and without telling me what the rules were and what was at stake. Then when the game got too dangerous for me, they got mad at me because I wouldn't risk everything I had to keep playing. And now, they were both blaming me for ruining their lives, when all they had to do was pick someone else to finish the game with. So, while I was sorry about what they were going through, I really couldn't help them. And with that, I went downstairs to finish what I could of my exercises before it was time to go. I thought that pretty much closed the subject, even though the girls probably wouldn't speak to me for a long time, if ever. But, what other choice did I really have?
I found out on Friday though that this wouldn't be over until Aysegul said it was over, and she wasn't ready to throw in the towel yet. Instead, she sent Defne to meet us on our walk to the club, to catch me before we got there. She said that while she understood my problem, Aysegul didn't, and wanted to talk to me herself. She was waiting for us at Starbucks and hoped I'd skip exercising for one day to listen to her side of it. If I did, and she still couldn't convince me, they promised to drop the subject and try to get over being mad at me. So, could I at least do that much and come talk with Aysegul, so we could put this behind us? Of course I couldn't say no to that, and followed Defne while my friend went to the club.
I guess I kind of expected Aysegul to still be a little sad like she'd been all week, so I was kind of surprised to see her as cheerful as I'd ever seen her. In retrospect, I should have known something was up, but at the time I was just glad that she was happy again. I sat down across the table from her, and she waited until the waitress brought my coffee before saying more than hello. Then the first thing she asked was why I'd quit the game, and she didn't want to hear that it was because I was married. I told her that's all I could tell her, because it was the truth, but she said she didn't believe me. She said that if I was that afraid of my wife finding out, I would have quit the game the night she'd held my hand. Or, at least I would have quit when Defne kissed me. But I didn't quit then, I went further, a lot further than that.
The night she kissed me and put my hand on her breast, I'd already known she was planning to do something. I even told her I knew, yet I went to Starbucks with her anyway. And, the last night, I willingly let Defne kiss me and put my hand between her legs. Not only that, but when Defne was finished, I'd turned to her right away, so she could do what she had done. I did way more than enough to get me in really big trouble with my wife, and I did it in front of a ton of witnesses. Would a man who was worried about his wife finding out do all the things I'd done? No, something else had made me stop the game that night, because it definitely wasn't because I was married. And, she thought she knew what that something was.
She said that Defne had told her everything we'd talked about that night and she only half agreed with what she had said. Defne needed an excuse, such as losing a bet, before doing something that she wanted but was afraid to try. And, she was pretty sure that Defne actually preferred losing those bets, because she liked feeling forced to do things. When she said that part, Defne turned red from embarrassment, which told me she'd probably hit pretty close to the truth. The she continued by saying Defne thought they both worked the same way, but she didn't need the same thing Defne did. She just needed to be horny enough, and she could do just about anything in bed.
Then she smiled and said yes, she did want to try making love to Defne, that much was true. Most women wanted to try it, if they were honest with themselves, and she was always honest with herself. But she'd never been horny enough when she was around a woman she'd like to try it with. That's why she'd gone along with the bet, because she was fairly sure she would win it. Not so much because she had more guts than Defne, but because she was sure Defne wouldn't let her lose. And she also knew that having Defne lick her pussy would make her horny enough to do the same to Defne. So, Defne was right about a few of the things she'd said. She did want to try it, and the only way she would was after she won the bet. It was just that what it took to get her to do it was different for her than it was for Defne. And she knew that what it would take to get me to let them finish the game was different too.
But, before she told me what she thought I needed, she wanted to explain something else to me, because it had a lot to do with her theory. She said she knew Defne had told me what she'd said about why I had to be the one she finished the bet with. And she knew Defne had asked me what I'd done to make her say that. Of course, I couldn't answer that question, because I didn't know what I'd done. Or, to put it differently, I knew what I'd done physically, but there was no way for me to know why it mattered. It was when I'd returned the kiss she gave me, and when I started caressing her. I'd been right that night, although she didn't admit it then. Her nipples had gotten hard, and she known that without having to look. That one little kiss, and that small caress had made her horny as hell, something no single kiss had ever done before. And that scared her enough to make her run away from me that night.
This was only supposed to be a game, a way to win the bet. But with that one little kiss, I'd changed the rules on her, and she almost quit because of it. That last night, she was sure she'd win one way or another, because Defne would find a way to make her win. Probably by telling her she'd have to let me stick my hand in her pants or something to beat Defne sticking her hand in mine. She definitely hadn't planned on saying she'd do the thing she'd said. Except, when she'd kissed me while rubbing my pants, she'd started thinking about that other kiss, and that made her horny again. And, because she'd gotten horny, and would do anything if she was horny enough, she'd blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
When I'd quit the game, and they couldn't get me to change my mind, she knew she was going to lose the bet. She'd never be able to do what she'd said, unless she was horny, and she knew none of the other guys would make her horny enough. She couldn't pick one of the other guys, and because she'd already said she'd do it, she couldn't change what she planned to do to win. So, the only way she could win the bet, was for it to be with me, so she'd remember that kiss.
And it was that kiss, and something I'd said that night that told her why I'd really stopped the game. She'd asked me then why I'd kissed her, and now she thought she knew the answer. I'd known it was only a game, and that it wouldn't be anything except a game to her. But, I'd wanted more than that, so I'd kissed her, hoping she'd want to take it further too. Her asking me why I'd kissed her, then running away from me, told me that there was absolutely nothing past the game. And, she wasn't going to lie to me here, because there hadn't been anything past that. I just wasn't supposed to learn that until the game was over, and they said bye and thanks for playing.
So she was surprised when I was willing to keep playing the game anyway. Then again, maybe I was hoping I could get her to change her mind at the last minute, or at least offer to thank me some way. But, since I knew it was only a game, when things got dangerous I'd quit. And while she was frustrated and a little mad at me for that, how could she blame me. I'd said it myself, but neither one of them had caught it, or understood what it meant. I'd told them then that I had way too much to lose and nothing to win. And that was why I'd stopped the game, because there was nothing in it for me. Why would I take that risk if I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of it? I'd needed a reason to do it, and they hadn't given me one, or to be precise, she hadn't given me one. And that was why I'd kept refusing to change my mind, because I had absolutely nothing to win.
I probably thought she was stupid for admitting that she'd planned to just use me to win the bet. Still, she wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know, so why not be honest with me. And, she wanted to be honest with me, so I'd believe the rest of what she had to say. She still wanted to win the bet; she wasn't going to lie about that. But, her reason for wanting to win wasn't the same as it used to be. Before, she'd wanted to win so that she wouldn't have to be the first to cross the line her and Defne wanted to cross. Now she only wanted to win because Defne would be happier losing the bet than she would be winning it. Whether she won or lost though, she wanted the bet to be over tonight, and she wanted me to finish it.
She knew she had no right to ask me to do this, and she'd understand if I turned her down. But this time, if I played the game with them, there was definitely something in it for me. Even if she lost, there'd still be something in it for me, if I wanted it. That confused me, because if I let her play the game, she couldn't lose could she? And when I told her that, she said that part of it was up to me. All I had to do was agree to continue playing the game, and she would let me decide if she was going to win or lose the bet. Again, I told her I didn't understand how I could agree to play the game, yet still decide that she would lose.
She said it was simple. If I wanted her to win, all I had to do was push my chair back and open my zipper. She'd do what she said she was going to do, and then we'd all go to her apartment where she would finish what she started while Defne started paying off the bet. If I wanted her to lose, I just had to tell her that, and we'd go to her apartment anyway. But, if I chose the second one, I'd have to make love to her before she could start paying her debt. Because, if that one damn kiss had made her that horny, what would me making love to her do? Either way, win or lose, she wanted me to make love to her tonight, because of that one little kiss. So, did I have enough of a reason to play now? And, did I want her to win or lose the bet? It was all up to me.
Of course I wanted to play the game now, and the she devil knew I would. The only question was how I wanted to play it. I was going to fuck her either way, and I was sure she'd suck my cock whether it was before or after I fucked her. And, no matter who won, she'd end up eating Defne's pussy before the night was over anyway. So, did I want to make it easy for her, or did I want to get some kind of revenge for her having planned to just use me? She knew what was going through my mind, because she took my hand in hers, and told me she'd accept either one of those choices. But, it wasn't me who made the decision; it was Defne who made it for me. Aysegul had been right about her, and how she would rather lose than win, so she'd have her excuse for doing what she wanted to do. Because, she leaned real close to me, and started whispering in my ear, as her hand went to work on my zipper. And what she said was to let Aysegul win, please, let Aysegul win.
Now, whenever the women finish exercising early, Aysegul and I are at her apartment 5 minutes later. And, once a month, she'll leave work early enough to spend my whole exercise time on really personal training. And the girls are happy with each other, and don't have to bet anymore to eat each other's pussies. As for my friend, he'll never mention anything to my wife about this. That's because he learned who had been Defne's first choice to play the game. And, while he still prefers Defne, he has no problem fucking Aysegul every now and then when we swap partners during our long training sessions. I'd say that working out is really working out well for all of us, wouldn't you?