Naomi and Dylan

Naomi and Dylan had been getting closer for four months now. Innocent flirting early on had gradually intensified over time. For Dylan, it could have happened faster. He'd wanted her since they first met at the gym. And getting women wasn't an issue for him either. While married women were some of his favorites — there was a thrill factor and never any commitment required — he wasn't used to waiting.

Naomi on the other hand was slower to heat up: Sure, Dylan was a world-class triathlete that she idolized as a weekend-warrior amateur. Sure, he was tall, lean and gorgeous. But somewhere the 35-year-old brunette still had serious reservations about cheating on her husband. Even though she had a mutual attraction to a 29-year-old professional athlete, part of her couldn't let herself betray her short, fat, lazy husband. Perhaps it was because he was the father of her child, or maybe because until meeting Dylan she had never seriously considered being unfaithful.

However her love of triathlon was strong. After giving birth at 28, she began obsessively running in an attempt to fight off the fat she'd watched stay put on her girlfriends after pregnancies. That year, she also watched on TV as a 22-year-old named Dylan set an Olympic record in winning the triathlon gold medal in Athens. He was hot, she thought.
Inspired by the sport, she took up swimming and cycling as well, joining a local triathlon club at an upscale gym.

It paid off. Years of training and competing in amateur competitions left her with a dynamite body. Short and petite, her body fat was 19% — a very impressive number for a thirty-something woman with a kid. Yet she was also happy that her tits were still perky and that her firm ass still had a little bit of curve. At the same time, her husband went to fat — losing confidence after a job layoff, he spent a lot of his time watching baseball on the couch.

What Naomi didn't expect however was to meet Dylan at her gym. In the spring, he arrived as a sort of athlete-in-residence. He would train there in the lead up to the London Games. Her heart skipped a beat when she was introduced to him; she had always admired him as an athlete. And at six-foot-four and 180 pounds, she was even more impressed with him in person. While sparks flew, she was still taken aback by Dylan's forwardness. While his confidence turned her on, she felt dirty thinking about infidelity.

At the same time however she had the chance to work out with him, an opportunity that as a triathlete, could be the highlight of her life. When he asked her if she wanted to take a run with him, she couldn't say no. On their 10k jog they discussed everything — Dylan gave Naomi pointers on saving stamina for late in races and talked about the charity work he did in the Philippines. When he asked her about her husband, she shied away from the question.

"Sounds like a boring guy," Dylan said.

By now, Naomi was fighting with herself. It was clear they wanted each other, and while she knew deep down it was only a matter of time, she denied herself the fantasy of thinking about it.

A few weeks later, she, her husband and son were out for dinner. By chance, Dylan showed up in the same restaurant with a stunningly hot black woman, Samia. As the five of them exchanged introductions, Naomi felt both embarrassed and jealous. Embarrassed by her husband, who she thought of as a loser more and more each day, and jealous of this Samia woman Dylan was with. During dinner she would sneak peeks over to their table, more than once being caught by Dylan. On the ride home she was so out of sorts visualizing Dylan fucking this woman that her husband asked if was alright.

For the record, Dylan was aware the encounter would help him. He knew one thing that makes many women want you more is to see you with another woman. As he fucked Samia that night, he envisioned Naomi.

The following week, Dylan asked Naomi if she wanted to do a bike ride. She agreed. The next Sunday, they met at the gym and put their bikes on the back of his Jeep. Heading outside of town, they rode for three hours on a series of hilly country roads. Seeing Naomi's tight body in a spandex top had Dylan hard most of the day, and he knew this was his best opportunity yet to get between her legs, and he knew a spot.

"Let's take a break," he said.

Pulling off the road, they went down a trail through some trees. While they weren't riding mountain bikes, the terrain was smooth enough to cycle. It led to a clearing deep in some oak and maple trees where there was an old wooden bench. They got off their bikes and sat down, sharing a water bottle. Naomi was both horny and hesitant. She knew what was happening and her mind was racing — so she just blurted out a question.

"Why is it you don't care that I'm married?"

Dylan turned to her and leaned in. "I guess it's because I know what I want," he said.

"What if you can't have what you want?" she replied, not missing a beat.

"That would suck," he said, putting his hand on her leg. Naomi responded with a giggle, but he quickly added a caveat. "But I think we're both going to get what we want here."

Suddenly they were kissing passionately, Dylan's right hand going between her legs and his left hand pulling the band out of her hair. Naomi's head was spinning, but it was too late to go back. She surrendered herself to desire.

Care out the window, she pulled and tugged on his cycling jersey, yanking the zipper down and forcing him to take it off. Rubbing her hands all over his lean, chiseled body, she reclined on the bench. Dylan tore her jersey off and started sucking on her tits. Her nipples hardened like corks as he licked and gently bit each pink jewel. Sliding down her shorts, he worked her clit with his fingers as she moaned softly. A torrent of her juices began flowing, and his hand was quickly soaked as he digitally penetrated her.

She needed to see his cock, and she yanked his shorts down. Dylan's manhood sprang free, and as he got up on his knees it whipped straight up, slapping off his stomach above his belly button. It was massive. Long and thick, she'd never seen a cock that big. "I knew you'd be huge," Naomi gasped as she grabbed it and stroked it. She swung her legs out and sat up on the bench, taking his throbbing cock into her mouth as he stood. She could only take less than third of it without choking, and she gagged slightly as she sucked the tip and licked it's underside while Dylan ran his hands through her short, light brown hair.

He realized they were now both completely naked in the woods, miles from anyone that they knew of. It turned him on and he groaned as she worked his meat with her mouth. "I can't wait to fuck you," he said over and over again.

Hearing that must have changed her preferences. Before Dylan could come, Naomi started jerking around, seemingly hyperventilating. "Fuck me. Fuck me right now you fucking stud!" she gasped. She was in a sexual frenzy, one that could only be cured by Dylan's cock deep inside her.

She laid back down on the bench and he straddled it. Lifting her legs up over his shoulders, he slowly sunk his cock into her tight, wet, waiting snatch. He started fucking her with slow, languid strokes, gradually picking up the pace. As he did her moans got louder, and she came quickly, her juices spurting out of her pussy. She had never been hornier in her life, and she knew she was going to come over and over again. "I want to ride you," she said.

Dylan sat down on the bench and reclined back as Naomi lowered herself onto his column. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy as she slowly impaled herself on him. He played with her tits as she first rocked back and forth, then up and down. She screamed his name and her tits and hair bounced as she rode him. Arching her back and looking skyward through the trees, she felt every inch of his manhood.

Dylan himself had never been in a fuck session this intense, and he was almost ready to come. He pushed her onto her back and again straddled the bench with his cock inside her. With her smooth legs wrapped around his back, he fucked her like a jackhammer — quick, powerful, deep thrusts. Her moaning reached ear-piercing levels, her sounds of pleasure bouncing off the trees. They both had mosquito bites on their legs and asses, but they were in too much of a frenzy to care as he pounded her into ecstasy.

She screamed and bucked up hard into him as she came again, his cock reaching the far back wall of her pussy. Again, her juices squirted out down her legs.

"I'm going to fucking come," Dylan groaned.

"Come all over me you fucking Olympic superstar," Naomi gasped.

With a final few thrusts and a loud groan, he pulled out of her and came hard a vast load all over her stomach and tits. By now Naomi's entire body had turned a bright pink, her skin flush from the tremendous fucking she had received. Losing herself in the moment, she began rubbing Dylan's hot essence all over her.

They locked in a passionate kiss before realizing again where they were. Both of them started laughing. "I've been waiting for that for a long time," Dylan said.

"I'm glad I waited, because that was incredible," Naomi replied.

She used what little water they had left to clean the come off her body, and then dressed.

Neither of them could get the encounter out of their heads, and cycling back to the Jeep they were inspired again. This time they stopped on the road and went just inside the woods. "Fuck me doggy-style," Naomi asked. They lowered their shorts and he fucked standing against a tree. In a matter of an hour, Naomi's reluctance had turned to an almost sexually-liberated arousal.

They both knew it was only the start of an intense affair.