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MidReal Story
The Gym Affair
Scenario:A gym guy sees a women who is better than his wife in everyway
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Jason Thompson
conflicted, and introspective. Jason notices a woman at the gym who captivates him with her beauty, fitness, and confidence. He struggles with feelings of attraction and guilt as he compares her to his wife, Sarah. Despite his commitment to Sarah, he finds himself drawn to the mysterious woman, leading him into an unexpected emotional turmoil.
Sarah Thompson
caring, and unaware. Sarah is devoted to her family and marriage but lacks the physical appeal that Jason craves. She remains oblivious to Jason's growing attraction to another woman at the gym. Her relationship with Jason is built on trust and love but lacks the excitement that Jason now seeks elsewhere.
The Woman
fit, and confident. Her presence stirs feelings of attraction in Jason as he watches her workout effortlessly while maintaining her poise. Her allure challenges Jason's commitment to his marriage as he becomes increasingly drawn to her mystery and charm.
I saw her for the first time yesterday in the gym.
She came in about ten minutes after I had started my session and even though she caught my attention at that very moment, I didn't give her a second thought.
I thought it was just because she was a beautiful woman.
I kept on looking at her from time to time, stealing glances at her as she worked out.
She wasn't fat; she had a great body which showed that she came to the gym regularly.
She was more than beautiful, she was hot, sexy and sensuous and the most surprising thing of all was that she worked very effortlessly.
She was picking weights that would make most men squirm, but she was doing so well.
At the end of my session, I went to take a shower and then I went straight home to my wife.
I had completely forgotten about her until I saw her again today.
I realized that it wasn't just because she was a beautiful woman that I had been so drawn to her.
It was something else.
Something more.
Sarah, my wife, is a very beautiful woman.
She's also the best thing that ever happened to me and I love her to bits but this woman was better than her in every way.
I positioned myself near the cable machine.
The mirror was right in front of me and I knew she could see me from where she was working out.
My sleeveless shirt showed my arms off perfectly and they were sculpted, thick and well defined.
I did a set of lateral raises, making sure I went slow and steady, stretching my muscles to the limit.
I put down the weights and stretched.
Through the mirror, I could see her glancing at me from time to time.
I knew the look; it was the same look that most women gave me when I was in the gym.
The surge of validation rushed through me and I felt my ego grow.
I added more weight to the bar, making sure I went up in small increments so I could still maintain my perfect form.
I lifted again, powering through a set of twelve reps with precision and control, my muscles burning as they flexed and extended.
I held the last rep for a second or two before slowly lowering the weight to the ground.
A few guys had stopped their own workouts to watch me do mine, but I was used to that by now.
She walked past, heading for the water fountain.
"Hey," she said, pausing beside me with a knowing smile.
"Hi," I replied, trying to sound casual as I set the weights down.
"You're not just here for the workout, are you?" she asked, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
I stood up, wiping the sweat from my forehead with a towel as I moved over to the water fountain.
I took a few sips, trying to act nonchalant despite the fact that my heart was racing.
The woman leaned against the wall nearby, her arms crossed as she waited for my reply.
Her shoulders were broad and defined, her biceps thick and toned from years of working out.
Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and her eyes were an intense shade of blue, almost purple.
She was wearing a sports bra that showed off her flat stomach and tight waist, and a pair of yoga pants that hugged her legs all the way down to her ankles.
I fiddled with the towel in my hands, trying to figure out what to say next.
I'd never been in a situation like this before; I'd always been faithful to Sarah and I wasn't sure how to respond to this woman's direct approach. "Hey," she said again, breaking the silence that had fallen between us.
I looked up at her, feeling a little shy despite myself.
"Yeah?" she asked, raising one eyebrow in challenge.
"Yeah," I replied, trying to laugh it off despite the fact that my palms were sweating.
"I mean... yeah."
I shook my head, feeling stupid as I tried to compose myself.
"Sorry, I'm just... yeah. I guess you caught me off guard."
She laughed then, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"Don't worry," she said, her voice softening slightly.
"I get it; sometimes we find ourselves in unexpected places."
"Yeah, like right now," I admitted, feeling a strange mix of excitement and guilt.
