This happened several years ago when I was single and working in France. I’d moved to a new city for a few months and signed up to a small gym recommended by a friend.

After my 5/6th time there, I was approached by a very attractive tall dark haired woman who told me that her husband owned the gym and would I like a few private training sessions with them both. Eager to make new friends, and more then a little attracted to her, I agreed and we sorted out a time.

I turned up for my session to find the gym closed. It would just be the three of us.

We hit it off pretty quickly. He was just as attractive as her, and a former semi-professional boxer and he really put us through our paces. Near the end of the workout, the two of them start heavily making out, leaving me more then a little awkward.

They both laugh before the wife leads me over to him and he kissed me. I was in a slightly awkward position but I was very into him, and when she offered me the chance to leave the gym with her, or stay with him for an extra ‘workout’ I chose to stay. The raven-haired stunner left, and he came at me like an animal.

The sex was more of a work out then the circuits he’d had us doing to be honest and seemed to involve every surface of that sweaty gym. He was great though, and told me he had a particular love of body writing, and covered every inch of me in French scrawls about how he owned this ‘English slut’. I walked home still covered in writing and his cm, hoping no one noticed the pen marks peeking out of the hoody I wore.

I became a bit like their pet project really, and spent a lot of time with both of them, she would shop and gossip with me and we’d occasionally end up in bed together, while he’d train me, take me out to dinner and mercilessly fuck me senseless, he even talked about wanting to brand me to permanently mark me, but unfortunately I wasn’t staying there for very long and had to move on. I still think about them both quite a lot though!