Mark’s taking the week off from the gym to deload. Doesn’t mean he’s not gonna get some exercise in. You’ll find him poolside. In his thong. Tempting, teasing and truly titillating all the men there – girlfriends not withstanding.
Your sacrifices and devotion to your husband will not go unrewarded. Be a good trophy: stay quiet, passive, submissive, and – most importantly – snatched so this can be you one day, too.
The men at the pool catcall and jeer at the himbo, and so the himbo smiles. He’s learned that any attention from men is good attention, so he basks in their raunchy dudeness. He’s well accustomed to men just fondling his ass, giving him a kiss, sticking their fingers in his mouth, and each time it happens, his dim little himbo brain lights up with serotonin.
You joined a new gym that opened in your neighborhood. It claimed to be “inclusive”, which sounded righteous. Inclusivity rocks! Also it had a pool. You were sold. And what a good fucking decision that’s been. All the bros at the gym are crazy friendly. Right from the off, they insisted on kissing. Now listen – you’re a righteous bro, and you love a good tongue sesh with a fellow traveler. But usually you gotta wait a few weeks. Share a beer, watch a game, use his toilet, you know? But with these guys? Nah, bruh. They just go straight for the kiss. And you know what, that’s pretty fucking cool. It makes your workouts take twice as long though.
When the slutty pool boy keeps sending you videos like this cause he, like all himbos, just wants to have fun. The fact that your wife is sitting across from you eating lunch doesn’t figure in his sexified little brain.
When you’re horsing around with your bud in the pool and things suddenly get weird. You both go in to kiss. Your heart’s beating crazy. This is wrong… but it feels so right.