“I see. Glad you’re so…open-minded. Yea…yea, I’m sure we can work something out. If that’s ok with you, too, big man?” He looked over at Jansen and confidently sneered at the blonde man, mistaking my wife for his spouse or girlfriend.
Jansen chuckled and shook his head as he stepped back. “Dude, you have no idea,” was all he said.
Amanda took a step towards the brown-haired man, her back erect with her perfect 34C tits on full display. The janitor gawked at them, reaching out with his left hand and confidently touching her right breast, then gliding his fingertips over it before giving it a firm squeeze and fondling it.
He looked up to stare Amanda in the eyes. “Tell you what, since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll make it simple for you. Get on your knees and give me a blowjob, and I’ll let you both walk out of here like nothing happened. Agreed?”
Jansen seemed to take offense to that, but Amanda responded immediately. She was already kneeling and undoing the janitor’s pants before he even realized it. His penis was completely stiff when she yank it out.
My wife had that kind of effect on men.
“Holy shit!” the brown-haired man exclaimed, unable to believe what was happening. “You’re actually—“
“Shhh!” Amanda cut him off. “We wouldn’t want anyone to walk in on us, now, would we?” she told him sardonically.
And with those words, my wife began to enthusiastically suck the janitor’s cock.
She kept one eye on Jansen, making sure that he was watching her as she craved a captive audience. Amanda didn’t have cause for concern, the tall blonde man was grinning at her and stroking his own erection, which compelled her to demonstrate her oral skills even more zealously.
Amanda wasn’t bothering with foreplay tonight. She ravaged the man’s cock so ruthlessly that he was making choking noises, and climaxed less than a minute into his blowjob. Amanda deftly swallowed every last drop.
The janitor’s cocky demeanor had disappeared as he stared wild-eyed at my wife. He hastily pulled up his pants and fled the locker room without a looking back.
“Hey, you forgot your cleaning cart,” Jansen called after him.
He and my wife both laughed.
“Wow, you didn’t even make a mess,” the blonde man commended appreciatively once they had composed themselves.
Amanda grinned. “Well, I didn’t want to have to take another shower.”
They burst out laughing again.
“That skinny bastard totally rubbed me the wrong way. Especially with his smug attitude. I would’ve gladly beaten the hell out of him for you, you know.”
“My guardian angel… so sweet.” Amanda rose to her tiptoes to give Jansen a grateful kiss on the cheek.
After some more displays of affection, Amanda and Jansen finally got dressed. They kissed each other one last time then, attempting to be inconspicuous, strode out of the men’s locker room.
The gym was completely deserted now except for the 2 employees who were still sitting behind the front desk. The janitor was nowhere in sight. Their bored expressions immediately changed when they noticed Amanda and Jansen exiting the men’s locker room together, hand in hand.