[Wes]

The day after the big experiment for Leanna was like nothing had ever happened. Of course, for me, a lot had happened, and my thoughts and fantasies involving Leanna were in overdrive. For her, it was almost like she was overcompensating by being very polite and guarded, but deep down, I knew there was more of her yet to be explored.

Two thoughts kept coming to mind. The first was now that I knew for sure that she read erotica and had an active fantasy life, what was she reading? The second thought was something that kept coming up from something she said years ago. It was back when we were running with a large group of friends, mostly ladies.

There was a mutual acquaintance of ours who had worked really hard to compete in a physique competition in the bikini class. She was a real knockout, and one of the ladies commented that looking at her would almost make her consider switching teams (from a sexual preference perspective). All of the ladies chimed in, and I remember Leanna saying specifically, "Yeah, I'd go gay for that."

I just brushed it off at the time because she was young and trying to fit into the crowd, but now that I know more about her, I wonder. Also, there was the fact that she followed a lot of female physique athletes on Instagram, like fifty. I wondered if she had been bold enough to give me a try, if she was also thinking about exploring her bisexual side. For all I knew, maybe she already had.

Either way, the holidays were approaching, and I was leaving with the family for our annual two weeks in the mountains to ski and ring in the New Year. I was going to miss my training time with Leanna, but I probably needed a cooling-off period...

[Leanna]

My workout partner is going to be out for a couple of weeks, and I hate lifting alone. However, there's an opportunity that presents itself now that I'm going to be hitting the gym solo. There's a new member that I've noticed who has been politely trying to engage me the last few times I've seen her. With Wes around, I'm always tuned in to his coaching and our discussions, but who knows. I might have a shot to complete my final area to explore before turning 30 in a couple of months.

If these people had any idea what really goes on inside my mind, they would be shocked. I love being that homeschooled conservative Midwest girl harboring her dirty little secret. It's all a front that I've been able to maintain since my awakening. I tell my friends who are trying to raise their kids the way I was raised to be very careful. If they're sheltered too much, they may go off the deep end with their first taste of freedom.

For me, it happened after I married Jason, the first guy who told me I was pretty. Our wedding night was less than stellar, and I had assumed since I wasn't his first that he would know what he was doing. This spawned my own online research about sex, and that has been quite a ride. Although I'm still a little shy to act on everything that pops into my dirty little mind, I'm getting bolder. Take fucking Wes for example. I wanted him to be my first strange cock since I met him. He's been a good sport about it, and I know it's wrong, but I really want to do it again.

I have teased him for years and he didn't disappoint. I know when I wear those light purple leggings while doing hip thrusts, he can see my pussy perfectly, and it has to make him crazy. Also, when I'm doing back extensions and I really clench this glorious ass I've built, it's getting more than just his attention, and that's exactly what I want. 

The real problem is that I felt very little guilt about cheating on my husband. I know it’s because he had several girlfriends before he took my virginity, and I feel like he still owes me. Also, after getting absolutely railed by Wes, I see the gap between how good sex can be versus what I’m getting at home. I’ve tried giving him some suggestions after my experiment with Wes, but nothing much has changed. I've suggested that he might need some testosterone therapy as that seems to be the rage these days. I know Wes swears by it. 

So my quest continues, as I feel like I am entering the slut phase I missed when I was single. I have one more bucket list item to check off and if the new girl is at the gym Saturday morning, that will be my best chance.

Saturday...

Perfect, she's walking on the mill, warming up. I'll just snuggle up right next to her.

"Good morning."

"Good morning! Yeah, hi, I know we haven't formally met, but my name's Ashley."

"My name is Leanna. Nice to meet you, Ashley."

"Where's your training partner?"

"Oh, Wes? He's driving to the mountains in New Mexico for a couple of weeks with his family, leaving me as a gym widow."

"Oh, he has a family? I thought you and him..."

"No, he's not my husband. I can't drag my husband to the gym, and Wes and I go way back, so we just train together."

"I see. Sorry to think otherwise, it's just that you two seem like more than just training partners."

"Yeah, we're close. I think he sees me as his gym wife."

"Lucky guy. I wouldn't mind having you for a gym wife, too," Ashley said.

Thinking now was a great opportunity to take a chance.

"That's so sweet. Do you have a wife outside of the gym?" I asked.

"Oh no, I'm not gay. I just appreciate smart people and beautiful bodies regardless of gender," she responded.

"Hey, me too! I've always been fascinated by human anatomy, and it's totally on display in this place."

That kicked off a long discussion where I learned a lot about her. She's three years younger than I am, one inch shorter, and other than her hair color, is built exactly like me. I'm a little more muscular, and she is a little leaner, but that comes from her years playing volleyball at a local university. I realized why I was attracted to this little brown-haired beauty. She was a younger version of me.

After so many years of masturbating and learning to love myself, strangely, the thought of having sex with her was the closest I could get to having sex with myself. Something that I have become masterful at while feeding my ever-dirty mind. She also had a genuine curiosity about me and my story, which I found very attractive. I didn't know for sure where this was headed, but I knew at the very least, I had made a good friend.

An hour had passed, and neither one of us had left the treadmills, but I needed to get home to the kids, so I asked if she would be in tomorrow, and we could pick up where we left off. She agreed, and so I left with high hopes for the next day.

The next day came and just as expected, Ashley arrived and took the treadmill next to me. We picked up where we left off, but I changed it up about ten minutes into our walk.

"So, since we are both here to lift, do you think we should lift?" I asked.

"Sure, do you mind if I just tag on to your program?"

"No problem, just follow my lead!"

The next hour went great. I realized I liked being the stronger of the team, and having Ashley as a bit of an apprentice added a little bit of a thrill. Just for fun, I added some Nordic Hamstring Curls to the end (you can Google it), mainly because I wanted to get a long, focused look at her ass while holding her ankles during the descent. She had seen Wes and me perform this movement, but having never done it, she was very weak at this exercise.

After her third repetition, she was lying on the floor, face down, endeavoring to recover, when I took a risk. I reached forward, placing my right hand on her right ass cheek and asked, "When you're trying to hold your descent, do you feel the tension here or lower?"

She didn't wince at my touch, so I just left my hand on her ass while she answered.

"Actually, I felt it more in my hamstrings than anything in my glutes. That's probably because they're weak, right?"

"You're a smart athlete! If you want to switch positions, you can watch me and see what muscles are engaged."

With that, we switched positions and put in extra effort to give my new little apprentice a great show of what my legs and glutes can do in supporting my body weight. On my last repetition, I was painfully aware of the muscle activation in my glutes, and the look on her face that I saw while glancing at a mirror on the sidewall, she was enjoying the show.

It was my turn to lie face down for a minute and recover. Ashley said, "I hope I'm not being too forward by saying this, but you have an amazing set of glutes!"

"Why, thank you! Being a mom, I've worked very hard on having an ass that doesn't look like it belongs to a mom."

"Well, I must say that you have an ass that anybody would love to have."

"Thanks!" I said, making a mental note of something that just happened. When you hang out with high-end fitness enthusiasts, your backside is typically referred to as your glutes. In the club or in the bedroom, it's an ass. When she first complimented my backside, she referenced my set of glutes. Then she changed to the word ass for the final compliment. In my mind, that's like moving from first to second base in the world of people watching.

We wrapped up our session and planned our next meet-up before I headed home to care for the kids. We exchanged text information, said our goodbyes, and planned on meeting for my regular lifting schedule. I had a hard time reading if there was any interest between us other than friendship, but as I learned with my friendship with Wes, those can turn out pretty well.

Ashley and I spent the next couple of weeks training together, and the more I was around her, the more I liked her. The problem was that Wes was due back, and I wasn't sure how that dynamic was going to work. The extracurricular activities I had experienced with Wes were really good, and my hope to explore with Ashley was enticing, but my main objective with training was to be lean and strong.

Fortunately, my concerns were all for naught. Wes came back, and the three of us trained together without any issues. At first, everyone was on their best behavior, but after a couple of months, we were all cutting up and having fun with each other. Ashley was still a little guarded around Wes, but when it was just us girls, she was very warm and open. And then, the pandemic hit, and our gym shut down. For a while, we all tried training at Wes's garage gym, but his wife seemed a little weird about the commotion every morning, so we decided to take a month off.

Upon returning, the dynamic seemed different. Everyone seemed to be on an equal basis relationally, and we were just a 3-person training team. That didn't seem to be a problem, except my hope to experiment with another female seemed to be put on hold. However, with all of the post-COVID world we were living in, experimenting sexually seemed to be something else that would be canceled or delayed.

By mid-summer, our gym was starting to fill up beyond the pre-COVID numbers due in large part to pent-up demand. Additionally, people changed their schedules, so there were a lot of new and different faces in the gym. One of those new faces was a well-known fitness competitor in our community named Rachel. She was a married mom like me, but she was older and had been training for years, honing a world-class physique. She had won several statewide events, and I had been following her on IG, never expecting that I would meet her or at least be in the same gym at the same time.

After a couple of weeks of being star-struck, I had become comfortable being around her in the gym until last week. I was doing some shoulder presses, which happens to be one of my better lifts, when Ashley nodded her direction.

"I think you have a fan."

"How so?" I asked.

"Your girl crush was watching you on those presses very intently."

"Yeah, she was probably looking at ways to fix my form so she could sell me some coaching."

"I don't think so," Ashley said. "When she realized I saw her watching, she turned away like she was caught doing something wrong."

"Hum, what do you make of that?"

"I think she's got a girl crush on you, too," Ashley said matter-of-factly.

Interesting thought. I finished my sets and realized Rachel had moved up to the dumbbell rack and was doing bicep curls, which were next on my list. In an effort to be bold, I strolled up to the rack, gathered some weights, and started my sets. Her arms were so well developed compared to mine, so I said, "I used to feel pretty good about my arms, but compared to you, I'm a waif."

She laughed a little louder than expected and said, "Honey, you've got all the goods and are very well built. I expect to see you on stage very soon."

"Oh gosh no!" I blurted. "Too much judgment out there to walk around on stage wearing barely anything. Nope, not for me."

"Listen, honey, you didn't start on day one lifting that much weight overhead like you were doing earlier. You start light and work up. It's the same for building confidence for the stage. You start small and work up."

"Easy for you to say. You have an awesome body that I would show off if I had it too. I've got too much work to do."

"Not in my opinion," Rachel said. "If you would work with me on posing and confidence building, I could have you competing in the amateur divisions by spring."

"That's very kind of you to say, but the likelihood of actually competing is so low for me, there's no way that I could justify hiring a coach."

"No worries, darling, I could teach you a few basic poses, no charge, of course, and if you ever decided to take the leap, we could work out some arrangement from there."

"Wow, that's quite the offer, but I don't think you realize how shy I am. There's no way I could practice posing around all of these people."

"You wouldn't have to," Rachel said. "I have a small gym in my basement with a full mirrored wall, and it would be just us girls. If you want to start in the fall, the kids will be back in school, and the husband works long hours, so you wouldn't have to worry at all."

This did sound promising. Getting to learn from someone more advanced for free in the safety of her own home seemed too good to be true. As I was pondering this, I caught Ashley and Wes looking in my direction as if they were checking on me to see if everything was ok. I responded to them with a grin.

"You have definitely sparked my interest. Let me roll this idea around for a couple of days, and we will talk more."

With that, we traded numbers, and I went back to Wes and Ashley, who were finishing up to share my good fortune. They were both very encouraging that I should jump at the chance. I could actually gain some skills and maybe some self-confidence with no real risk other than my own discomfort. I knew they were right, and it was sweet that they seemed willing to help push me in a growth direction, although I felt like they knew this would also divide my attention from them.

"Look, we all know that this will take some of my energy away from our little band of three. Just promise me you won't replace me if I spend a few months working with Rachel."

"No problem!" Wes announced. "We couldn't find anyone to replace you if we looked for a couple of decades"!

Ashley chimed in, "And we expect you to bring back some of your posing skills and share with your training team, right?"

"You guys are the best!"

Fast forward to September, and Rachel's kids started a modified school schedule, as did mine, so we picked Tuesdays and Thursdays at 10 am for posing practice. I still trained with Ashley and Wes on the weekends, but the rigor required for high-quality posing meant I needed to take a break from training during the week.

Rachel had understated the size of her home gym. It actually seemed quite large and super comfortable for the work we were doing. For the first couple of weeks, she worked with me on basic poses and spent a lot of time with her hands on me, tweaking certain angles and positions to find the poses that suited me best. At first, I was a little uncomfortable with her hands on me, but that went away quickly. She would even help massage me from time to time if I had a muscle cramp up as I was trying to flex, which happened often until I became accustomed to the work.

As the weeks progressed, she was steadily moving me to wear less and less clothing to try to get me comfortable with the skimpy outfits worn by the competitors. I happily obliged, although I would put up a bit of a fight to keep it interesting. I truly did have some hang-ups with my body confidence, but that slowly went away, and I enjoyed the attention I was getting from Rachel. I also enjoyed looking at her when she would demonstrate a pose. I realized she was also wearing less clothing, and I assumed it was to help me feel comfortable.

About 2 months into the posing practice, she brought out a skimpy outfit and announced that the time had arrived to let it all hang out.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to get me naked!"

She laughed, "Honey, this whole time has been about getting you naked!" She said it as a joke, but the funniest jokes have a bit of truth.

"You're the boss," I said. "I'll just go to the washroom and try this on."

"Just change right here," she responded. "Just like in the locker room, nothing to fear."

"I've always been mostly hidden in the locker rooms; just here in front of you is different."

"Ok, I get it," she said. "But keep in mind that nudity empowers some women, modesty empowers others. Different things empower different women, and it's up to her to figure out which it is."

To demonstrate, she stood up and stripped off everything she was wearing, turned around, and posed proudly. "I love my body and am proud of it. You should be proud of yours, too. So what do you say? This could be your comfort challenge for today."

After a long pause, I relented and matched her in nudity and pose. It was empowering to be completely naked in front of her. And having her naked was suddenly intoxicating to me. She seemed to be a little taken by the moment as well. After a few poses in the nude, I slipped on the outfit for no other reason but to be sure it fit. It was a little loose because Rachel has more mass than I do, and she graciously offered to alter it to fit me. We finished the session, and as I was leaving, I was feeling this overwhelming gratitude toward her for helping break through my body confidence problems, and I gave her a big hug. This is something we hadn't done, and for whatever reason, it lasted a little longer than I initially planned. I said goodbye, a little embarrassed by the prolonged display of affection, but she was grinning from ear to ear.

That night, it was that grin I saw between my legs when I dreamed about Rachel going down on me. Funny thing, I had been viewing Ashley as my first indulgence into women, and suddenly, my dreams and fantasies revolved around Rachel.

Thursday arrived, and I rang the doorbell. Rachel greeted me with a sly smile, her robe hanging tantalizingly off her shoulders. Since she was normally in tight-fitting athletic wear, I looked a little surprised.  She quickly explained that since we were trying to progress on the confidence-building part of my training, we were going to strip just inside the door and spend the whole session in the nude. I felt a flutter in my chest as she explained we'd be shedding our clothes and inhibitions, and embracing our nudity. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the prospect. 

As we descended the stairs, Rachel's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, her gaze roaming over my body with an unapologetic hunger. I felt a shiver, not just from my nudity, as I realized she was drinking in the sight of me. Her eyes were lingering on the curves of my ass, so I turned to her, a playful glint in my eye. 

“You wanted me to walk ahead of you so you could watch me, didn't you?" 

Rachel's smile grew, her voice husky as she replied, "Your whole body is amazing, but that ass of yours is something to behold." 

I felt a rush of excitement at her words, my skin prickling with awareness. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned to her, my voice filled with curiosity. 

"Did you just say you wanted to behold my ass, or hold my ass?" 

Rachel's grin grew wider, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"I didn't say which exactly, but if you're offering..." 

She trailed off, her hands reaching out to circle my waist, her fingers digging gently into the flesh of my ass. I felt a jolt of electricity at her touch, my body arching into hers as she pulled me close. As our faces drew together, Rachel's voice was warm against my skin.

"I've been wanting to get you like this since I first saw you." 

I felt a rush of excitement at her words, my lips parting to meet hers in a kiss that left me breathless. Our mouths devoured each other, tongues tangling in a fierce, passionate dance. I felt like I was melting into her, our bodies molding together like wax in a furnace. When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, Rachel's eyes gleamed with a fierce light. 

"I just put fresh sheets on my bed," she whispered. "How about we go mess them up?" 

I felt a thrill run through me at her words, my heart pounding in anticipation. I knew that this was it - the moment of truth, the moment when we'd cross the line from coach and student to something more. And I was ready, oh so ready, to take that leap with her.

"Sounds like a splendid idea, coach!"

"I do love being your coach, although I believe you already know what you're doing in this realm."

"Nope, you will be my first."

"God, that's hot!" she almost yelled.

Then she spun around, taking my hand, and up the stairs we ran. Following her, I could sense, smell, and see how excited she was. I know I was the same. She turned into their Master suite, and I slowed, not sure what to do next. She ran ahead and peeled the comforter off, so I dove into the sheets headfirst, flipping over on my back. In less than a second, Rachel's body covered mine, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of desire. Her skin was on fire, her breasts pressed against mine, and her breath hot against my ear. I couldn't help but moan as she whispered, "I am going to eat you alive..." 

The words sent my arousal into overdrive. As she began to make her way down my body, her lips and tongue left a trail of fire in their wake. She paused at my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples until I was gasping with pleasure. But it was when she reached my pussy that the real magic happened. 

Her chin grazed my clit, sending sparks flying through my body, and then her nose buried itself in my folds, inhaling deeply. I could feel her desire, her hunger, and it only added to my own.  She raised up with a grin above her shiny chin, and it was at that point that I realized this lady truly loves pussy.

When she began to lick me, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Her tongue was flat and wide, and she used it to bring a devastating effect, lapping at my clit and sending me soaring. And then, she surprised me by literally tongue fucking me. She used her large tongue plunging deep into my pussy and sending me into orbit. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, my body bucking and writhing beneath hers. 

As I neared climax, Rachel's hands moved beneath my ass, and her strong arms lifted me up and exposed more of me to her ravaging tongue. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and I felt myself teetering over the edge. When I finally came, I saw stars and was gripping at the sheets to brace myself. When I finally returned back to reality, I looked down to see Rachel, still holding my ass, a gleam of satisfaction in her eye. 

"You are a good little cummer, my friend," she purred, her voice labored from her effort.

I couldn't help but laugh, my body still trembling with pleasure. 

"What did you expect after that expert pussy licking?" I asked. 

Rachel's grin grew, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Well, you are not the first pussy I've tasted, but you may be the best," she said, her voice full of sincerity. 

As I lay there, my body still humming with pleasure, Rachel's tongue reconnected with my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my system. I was a mess, a complete and utter mess, and I knew it. I was a slave to my desires, a prisoner of my own lust, and I couldn't get enough. 

"More," I begged, my voice a hoarse whisper. "I need more." 

Rachel's laughter was like music to my ears, a husky, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. 

"You're a greedy little slut, aren't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "You can't get enough of my tongue, can you?" 

I nodded, my body arching up to meet hers. 

"No," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need more. I need it all." 

Rachel's grin grew, her eyes sparkling with perverse delight. 

"Then take it," she said, her voice a husky, filthy whisper. "Take it all, you dirty little slut." 

Just then, the assault began when she plunged her fingers into my pussy, fucking me with a fierce, savage intensity that left me gasping and trembling with pleasure. With her fingers fucking my pussy, the sound of my juices sloshing around filled the air, a wet, slurping noise that was both embarrassing and exhilarating. The sound of her fingers moving in and out of me was like music to my ears, a sloppy, gushing rhythm that seemed to match the beating of my heart.

But I didn't care. I was too far gone, too lost in the moment, to worry about anything except the pleasure that was consuming me. As she fucked me, Rachel's mouth was everywhere, kissing and licking my skin, sending shivers out to my entire nervous system. Her breasts were pressed against mine, our nipples rubbing together, sending sparks of pleasure flying through my body. I was on fire, a burning, raging inferno of desire. 

"I'm going to make you cum again," Rachel growled, her voice a low, menacing sound. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll be drenched." 

Her words gave me the awareness to move my hand down to her glistening mound to return the favor. I had worked my fingers into her sloppy, wet cunt and I had no idea what I was doing. I could feel her excitement growing, her body trembling with anticipation. I tried to mimic the movements she had used on me, curling my fingers upwards to reach her G-spot, feeling her body shudder in response. 

Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a fierce, animalistic desire, as I began to finger fuck her with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The squelching sound of my fingers moving in and out of her cunt was like a primal, sensual melody, growing louder and more intense with every passing moment. I could feel her juices dripping down my hand, a warm, sticky fluid that seemed to lubricate my fingers and allow them to slide in and out of her with ease. 

As I continued to finger her, I could feel her body building towards a climax, her muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythmic pattern. Her breathing grew faster, her eyes flashing with excitement, as I increased the pace of my movements, my fingers slamming in and out of her with a fierce intensity. 

She then increased her pace, leaving me gasping and trembling with pleasure. Rachel's mouth was on mine, our tongues entwined, our lips pressed together. I could feel her own pleasure building, her own orgasm approaching. And then, in a burst of light and sound, we came together, our bodies exploding in a frenzy of pleasure, our mouths still locked together, as we screamed into each other. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a moment that seemed to last forever, a moment that I knew I would never forget. 

As I wrapped my arms around Rachel, holding her close and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I felt a deep sense of connection and intimacy. Our bodies were still vibrating with pleasure, and I could feel her heart beating against mine, our skin slick with sweat and our sheets messy and tangled. As I gazed into her eyes, I knew that I wanted to explore her body further, to taste her and discover the intricacies of her pleasure. I shared my lack of knowledge with her, and she smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

"Don't worry, I'll teach you," she whispered, her voice dripping with anticipation. 

And so, she took me under her wing, guiding my hands and mouth as I explored her body. I learned that her pussy was a gentle giant, responsive to soft touch and gentle caresses. I was fascinated by the way she responded to my touch, the way her body arched and trembled with pleasure. As I delved deeper, tasting her and exploring her entire pussy, I was struck by the complexity of her pleasure.

For me, having never tasted a pussy other than my own, I wasn't sure what to expect. But as soon as my tongue made contact with her clit, I knew that I was in for a treat. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before - it was like a mix of softness and firmness, of sweetness and savory flavor. I loved the way her clit felt on my tongue, the way it seemed to vibrate with pleasure as I licked and sucked it. I loved the way her hips arched and her back trembled with pleasure. And I loved the way her body felt beneath mine, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed in a rhythmic pattern. 

But what really got me was the way her pussy felt on my face, the way her juices dripped down my chin and onto my tongue. It was like a sensory overload, a mix of sights, sounds, and sensations that seemed to overwhelm me with pleasure. I loved the way her thighs felt on either side of my head and the way they seemed to wrap around me like a vice as she came closer and closer to orgasm. 

As I looked up at Rachel, I could see the pleasure in her eyes, the way her face seemed to glow with excitement and anticipation. And I knew that I was the one causing it, that my tongue and my lips were the ones bringing her to orgasm. It was a powerful feeling, a sense of control and dominance that I had never experienced before. And it was exhilarating, a rush of adrenaline and excitement that seemed to course through my veins like a river of fire.

As we finally parted, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us, now that we had crossed the line to lovers. I had discovered a new side of myself, a side that was eager to explore and experience the pleasures of the body. And I had Rachel to thank for it; her guidance and patience had helped me to unlock a new level of intimacy and connection. As I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Rachel's arms, I knew that our kinship was only just beginning.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Rachel and I tried to keep our sexcapades to a minimum, focusing on the posing and training that had brought us together in the first place. But it was no use - we just couldn't resist each other. The spark between us was still there, burning bright and hot, and we found ourselves sneaking off to indulge in our desires whenever we could.

Eventually, the newness wore off, and we moved to a more manageable routine. We would meet up once a week, sometimes twice, and spend hours exploring each other's bodies and desires.

As I reflected on the transformation I'd undergone, I realized that Wes and Ashley had taken notice of the change in me, too. They attributed my newfound confidence and swagger to the posing, work, training, and practice that Rachel and I had been doing. But I knew the truth; it was the explosive sex, the all-consuming passion, and the unbridled pleasure that Rachel and I shared that had given me the confidence and self-assurance I now exuded. 

What was surprising, even to myself, was how quickly I'd transitioned from being a devoted wife to having a casual hookup with Wes, my training partner. And if that wasn't enough, I'd also found myself entangled in a full-blown affair with Rachel, my posing coach. But it seemed that I wasn't done exploring yet, as I was now scheming to pull Ashley into my bed, eager to share the pleasure and passion that Rachel and I had discovered together. 

It was a dizzying array of developments, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets and desires I still had to uncover. One thing was certain, though - my life would never be the same, and I was excited to see where this new journey of self-discovery and exploration would take me. The only thing I knew for certain, there was no turning back.