Mark, my husband, had been cheating on me, so I had already decided to have revenge sex.

I’d accidentally seen the texts and pictures he was trading with a woman who worked at his office. There was no mistaking what the two of them had been doing.

So, I would go out and fuck some guy, and then make sure Mark found out about it. It would balance things out. I had been faithful so far throughout our 10 year marriage, so this would be something of an adventure.

But my instincts told me to hit the gym first. It wasn’t that I was in sorry shape, but the nude photos of Mark’s side dish had me feeling a bit self-conscious. I wanted the toned, ripped body I’d had back when I was single.

The local gym is great and staffed by two talented personal trainers, Sid and Jamal. Both noticed me showing up virtually every day for two weeks running. I felt trimmer and tighter almost immediately. But I kept pushing myself, wanting to face my unknown future lover with as perfect a physique as possible.

Really, though, I didn’t have any clue where I would meet somebody. My flirting skills were a bit atrophied after a decade.

“Mrs. D, you’re really going all out!” Sid said, making sure I didn’t overdo it on the weight machine.

“Are you trying to qualify for the Olympics?” Jamal asked later, laughing as he helped me through a toning routine.

I enjoyed the attention. Was I deluding myself, or were the two men showing me special interest? I thought there was a gleam of lust in their eyes now and then when they interacted with me. Sometimes, the workouts I asked them to put me through got somewhat hands-on. It seemed lately that their touches were warmer and lingered longer.

Of course, I didn’t dare make a flirty move toward either man. If I was wrong, it would be mortifying. Instead, I played the game in my head, wondering which handsome young guy would be the better sex partner for me. Sometimes I would root for Team Sid, other times Team Jamal. It was pure fantasy.

Or was it?

One afternoon, as I was sweating and pumping my way through a regimen, Sid came to check on me. Or check me out, judging by his blatantly roving eyes. He looked me up and down with a simmering smile on his enticing lips. Then he gazed into my face and said huskily, “It’s times like this that I wish you weren’t married, Mrs. D.”

My jaw dropped as he walked away. Dazed, I threw myself back into my exercises. A few minutes later, Jamal happened by. He gave me the same kind of flagrant ogling, with desire lighting his handsome features. He was even more direct, when he said, “I’d like to give you a personal workout sometime.”

Again, I was stunned. My two favorite walking sexual daydreams had just hit on me! It was unmistakable. Suddenly, I was confronted with the reality of what I’d set out to do after finding out about Mark’s infidelity. Both of these trainers evidently wanted to fuck me.

But which one was I supposed to choose?

It was too much to consider right then. I got out of there, went home and spent a long night pondering my options. I felt flattered. Sid was a tad more muscular. Jamal’s features were a touch more classically masculine. But both men were quite attractive.

With Mark snoring beside me in the bed, I fingered my pussy. I played one fantasy in my mind, then the other, until I bit my lip to silence myself as I climaxed. My husband still had no idea I knew about him cheating on me.

I had to work late the next day and didn’t get to the gym until near closing. I still didn’t know which man I would choose, but I told myself I was ready for this. My tightened and toned body hummed with anticipation.

The last patron was leaving as I walked in. Sid and Jamal both stood there, grinning at me. Jamal said, “We thought you weren’t going to show. Glad you made it!”

The gym looked strange, as empty as it was. I said I didn’t want to be rude by making them stay open, but Jamal waved off my words as Sid went to lock the door. “How about we make this a private session, just for you?”

I jerked a nod, looking back and forth between the two men. I could smell the sweat on them. Their snug workout gear was molded to their muscular bodies. I realized they were both sporting serious bulges in their pants. I was nearly overcome by the sight of them.

Without warning, I blurted out: “I can’t pick between the two of you!”

Together, they said, “Then don’t.”

With that, I finally understood. They had both been hitting on me. They both wanted me — at the same time!

When they moved toward me, I froze for a second or two. Sid stepped in behind me, and Jamal pressed himself to my front. Their arms encircled me. I felt their swollen cocks through their pants. Desire shivered through me. I thrust my tits against Jamal’s hard pecs and pushed my ass back against Sid’s crotch.

Sid nuzzled the nape of my neck, raising gooseflesh all over me. Jamal put his mouth to mine. The kiss started gently, then turned into a grinding tangle of eager tongues. Sid rubbed his hard-on against my ass cheeks. His hand came around to grope my right tit. Jamal closed his hand over the left.

I felt breathless when the kiss broke. They shut off the gym’s front lights. We went toward the rear, away from the windows. Back where there were workout mats on the floor.

The moment seemed halfway unreal to me, like I was still home in bed playing with my pussy. But my need was definitely real, igniting every packet of nerves in me, so that all of my flesh felt keenly alive.

“They evidently had no problem being naked in front of one another.”

Sid and Jamal started stripping, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. They evidently had no problem being naked in front of one another as they tossed off the last of their clothing and stood radiantly nude and gleaming. Their cocks were gloriously hard.

They helped me out of my clothes. I thought of how intimately involved they’d been in the shaping of my physical form. When I flung aside my panties, body completely bare, the hungry looks they gave me were very gratifying.

We lay down on the soft mats, me between the two lovely men. This time I kissed Sid, batting his nimble tongue with mine. Jamal caressed my skin, sliding his hand down to my thigh, then back up to my tits. He plucked at my stiffened nipples as my desire grew more urgent.

Still sucking face with Sid, I reached boldly for both erect cocks. The two men jumped when I took them in hand. It occurred to me in some distant corner of my mind that I’d never had anything even close to a threeway before.

I would have expected it to be at least a little awkward, but my two new lovers moved smoothly on either side of me. I turned to kiss Jamal again, and Sid moved down to start sucking on my tit. I pumped the two cocks in unison, and Jamal reached down to graze his fingertips along my slick pussy lips.

Sid kept kissing and licking his way down my body. Neatly, he slid down between my open legs. Jamal’s fingers spread my folds. He held me like that as Sid put his tongue to my pussy. A whip-like crack of pleasure hit me, and I groaned against Jamal’s mouth.

Sid’s tongue worked me up and down, in and out. I found myself rolling onto my side, facing him. I reached for the hunched shoulders between my thighs. As he lapped hungrily at my throbbing clitoris, I humped his face. Ecstasy gathered within me, driving my body toward orgasmic fury.

I still had Jamal’s cock in my hand, but he slipped free as he shifted around on the mats to kneel beside my head. His erect organ bobbed temptingly above my face.

Instinctively I put my mouth on him. His crown was smooth and swollen. I tasted his pre-come, then sealed my lips around him. As I dropped my mouth down, he thrust at my face. I took him all in one luscious lunge.

Sid lifted his face from between my legs. He shifted upward, and I felt the probing knob of his cockhead at my drenched pussy entrance. I raised my hips, welcoming him in. Even as I continued to suck Jamal’s staff, Sid’s cock slid into my pussy.

The pleasure was almost too intense. Sid stroked into me, touching my deepest places, while Jamal fucked my mouth. Somehow it was all still perfectly choreographed. I wondered how often these two men had done this with women. I felt no jealousy, just gratitude that they’d perfected their technique so I could enjoy the experience.

Sid’s speed picked up. My pussy grasped him, and I fondled Jamal’s balls as his cock plowed my mouth. Sid fucked my pussy even harder, and I raised my body to eagerly meet his.

Bliss soon seized me, and I bucked wildly between the two men as orgasmic wonder flooded my body.

My two lovers slowed, then stopped, letting me regain my composure. I grinned at them. Somehow they knew just what to do next. Sid came up to kneel by my head, and Jamal moved into position between my outspread thighs.

Sid’s cock was glistening with my pussy juice. I took him into my mouth, tasting myself and him all at once. At the same instant, Jamal sank his staff into my pussy.

They worked together, their stroking cocks finding an almost identical rhythm, and as before, it was perfect. We performed as a flawless trio. My mouth moved up and down on Sid’s meat. I sucked him right down to his balls. Jamal plunged into me, reaching the same spots Sid had touched moments ago.

New pleasure built within me, intense, fiery and powerful. Once again, their erotic timing was amazingly precise. My climax came boiling up through my being. This time they were with me. Separated by maybe half a second, the two men let loose their come into me.

I drank Sid’s cream and accepted Jamal’s hot come into my pussy. My own climax swept me to impossible heights. In that distant mental corner I thought maybe I wouldn’t tell my husband about this. After all I was ahead now, two to one.