Adultery Annabelle

[Aka_badassboy_1001]

Day Four:

 

 The gym was located across the street and, as an avid fitness buff, Annabelle felt the need to head over to do a few miles on the running machines. She was nowhere near confident to go running the streets of London like she'd done in Ireland. There weren't many people in the gym when she got there. Most people would probably be at work, but Annabelle didn't start for a month. The bank were letting her get settled in. She was still struggling to understand an employer who could be that generous.

"Can I help you with anything?" a voice said as she gazed at the treadmill, trying to figure out just what was going on with it.

"No, it's... er, fine," she said, turning to face the mystery voice. A tall black man was standing next to her, wearing only a pair of tight shorts around his waist and some training shoes. His torso was sculpted like a classical statue, muscles rippling, not an ounce of out of place fat anywhere. Annabelle's eyes were drawn downwards inexorably to his groin, a huge bulging mass clearly visible behind his tight shorts.

"Er...." she said again, unable to tear her eyes from it. What was wrong with her?

"Let me show you how things work," he said. Was that a double entendre? She wasn't sure. As she showed her the machines, some she was familiar with and some she wasn't, Annabelle only half took in the information. Her brain and eyes were more interested in the glistening physique and extraordinary groin of the man. When he'd finished, she thought she might swoon at the sight of his body, sweaty, manly and... oh wow, what was wrong with her? She'd never had a man have such an effect on her.

Then again, she thought, just how many guys were there like this in Ireland? Not enough. Did she really think that? What was wrong with her? She was happily pre-married, thanks very much. But the man... she couldn't shift his image from her mind as she walked back across the street to the apartment.

As she lay in bed, thoughts of him continued to plague her. She couldn't sleep, her body was disturbed enough to be... oh God, was she wet? She touched herself and discovered yes, she was sopping wet. Thinking about a black man! She needed to talk about this.
"Darling," she whispered, nudging David out of his slumber, "we need to talk."
"Mmm, what is it?" he said, sleepily.
"I, er, don't know quite how to put this... but there was a man at the gym and I ... well, I kind of found him ... hot. I'm sorry."
David sat up. He was a skinny man really, Annabelle noticed. It seems strange to say that, but she'd never really paid any attention, but after seeing the black man today, suddenly his lack of adequate physique was noticeable.

"It's ok, honey," he said. "Everyone looks at other people every so often. I see other women and think they're nice, it's fine."

"Yeah, but... I thought... well, my... urgh, how do I put this?"

"Just say it, I won't be mad," he said, softly, fully awake now.

"Ok... well, my ... place is really wet and I was thinking about him. The man in the gym. It's bad."

"Well, I'd much rather you think of me and get like that," David smiled, "but it's ok, it's natural."

Annabelle smiled, but deep down she knew it wasn't. What she was feeling now wasn't natural. She didn't know what it was, but she'd never felt it about David. Even when they'd had sex, not bothering to wait for marriage like their parents would have wanted, she'd never felt this... desire before. It was wrong and she knew it.

And yet she went to the gym at the same time the next day.

 [b]Day Five: [/b]

 "Hi there," the man said, a big smile on his face. "Good to see you again!"

He seemed genuinely pleased to see her, Annabelle thought. She was pleased too.

"Yeah, need to get into a routine, you know. Fight the flab and such," she joked.

"Oh, I don't know, you look pretty much perfect already, girl," he said, giving her a noticeable up and down appraisal with his eyes. She should have been uncomfortable, but she liked the attention from this strange man.

"I was just about done anyway," she said. "Guess I'll see you around sometime."

"I'm done too, you know where the changing rooms are, right?" he said.

"No, I didn't use them yesterday, I just live across the street..." Damn, why did she say that? Telling a stranger where she lived. Idiot.

"Ah, ok, well, let me show you where they are anyway, just in case. Saves wasting your own water on showers and so on, just use them here," he said.

They walked together. He introduced himself as Curtis and she told him her name.

"It's just... oh, typical, must be some broken ... hmm," he said. On the door to the women's changing rooms was a sign prohibiting entrance.

"Look, it's fine, I'll just go home and shower," she said.
"Hey, just use the men's room, there's nobody else about anyway at this time. I'm only here because I work nights so... if you don't mind, I promise I won't look."

What made her say yes? What in God's name made her say yes?

"Er, yeah, ok..." she said, following him in. He went to the other side of the room and Annabelle nervously disrobed. Completely naked she went to the other side of the two-sided shower room, so at least he couldn't see her now. He was right, she thought. Why waste water in her own place? Might as well... hang on, she didn't even pay the bills. The bank paid for everything... so why was she here? In the men's room, naked as the day.

 

A cough shocked her from her thoughts. At the other end of the block of showers, Curtis stood, naked.

"Sorry, the other side of the showers is fuc... broken too. It's awkward, I know, but do you mind if I use the ones at this end?"

Annabelle thought for a second. Of course she minded, a strange man in the same shower room as her.

"No, go ahead," she said, smiling. Suddenly she realised she was facing him full on and wasn't covering herself at all. And he was looking right at her body!

"Um, sure, thanks," he said, coming completely into view from around the corner. Her mouth dropped open as she saw his penis. It was huge and it was still soft. With a great effort, she tore her eyes away from him, but she was sure he'd seen her looking. He'd looked at her, she'd looked at him. They'd seen each other naked. Evil, evil girl, she thought, closing her eyes and shaking her head. She couldn't shake clear the image of that enormous penis though.

She opened her eyes again and risked a glance down the row at Curtis. He didn't see her, but she noticed his cock was... oh God, it was hard! Standing proud like a baseball bat, it was like a huge staff of ebony had sprouted from his loins. It was beautiful. A thought raced into her mind: she wanted to touch it. No, no, NO! She quelled her sudden desire and got out of the shower. Quickly drying herself and dressing, she left without saying a word.

Back at the flat, she sat in the bathroom and cried. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel these things? She loved David yet she was, and she wasn't going to lie to herself, immensely turned on by Curtis. She couldn't tell David. Could she?