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Big Black Instructor (Interracial Black M / White BBW Story)
(Jane Snow)

I nodded as I did feel a slight burn, even from just the first movement. The platform continued moving and he leaned in closer, grabbing onto the sides to provide more resistance. I breathed rapidly as I pushed, taking more of his sweet scent.

"There we go, now just keep doing that, back and forth," he said as he pulled his hands away.

As I began to pace myself, I noticed two handles dangling to the sides of my feet. As I lowered my body towards him, I pointed at them.

"What are those for?" I inquired.

"That's for a different exercise. You put your feet on those and then you basically spread your legs to make the platform move. It's just like this exercise, moving the platform back and forth but with a different movement," he explained.

"Sounds tough," I replied.

"It's definitely easier for women, I've noticed. It's a great stretching routine too. Get's those inner thighs nice and tight," he said.

"I definitely need that then," I laughed.

"If you ask me, I don't think you need to do a thing. You're perfect from what I can tell," he replied, his eyes roaming the curves of my body.

I blushed again. My husband definitely didn't look at me the same way Marcus was now. Even my crotch grew warm at the thought. My own eyes were stuck on his statuesque ebony frame. For a moment, I saw something move near his left thigh and I gasped.

His tight shorts stopped right above his knees, but alongside his inner side of his left thigh was some sort of object. I wondered if it was possibly his manhood. Though, it was too long and thick. It could have been some sort of tool used for Pilates, I thought.

He noticed what I gasped at and quickly stood up. He grabbed at his waist band and moved his hips.

"Whoops, sorry about that. Let me just re-adjust here," he said as he turned and moved his legs.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Hm? What is what?"

"Whatever you're adjusting. Is that some kind of cup or like a stretching thing?" I asked naively.

He laughed and shook his head as he turned around. I could still clearly see the object, but it was a bit closer to the top of his thigh now.

"Wow, this is embarrassing. I'm usually able to control it a bit better," he replied.

"Wait... that's not... is it?"

"Well, whatever you're thinking, that's probably what it is," he replied.

"No... That can't be. That's like... twice the size of my husband's," I said, astonished.

"You don't believe me? I could show you," he laughed.

I bit my lower lip as I stared at it. It had been so long since I had felt a man's touch. My husband's member was nothing more than a faint memory at this point. The last time I saw his flaccid member, he passive aggressively blamed me for it not being able to perform.

"Only if it's real," I blurted.

"Oh wow, I was only joking. You're serious?" He questioned.

"Yes," I replied nervously.

My heart was racing at a whole new pace. I wasn't sure where I was heading with this but I actually did want to see it... in fact, I wanted to feel it. The idea that a man was finding me attractive again seemed to be throwing off my ability to think properly.

"All right... if you insist," he replied as he grabbed onto the waistband of his tight shorts.

Strangely enough, I even began to salivate slightly as I saw him slowly pull down his shorts. I felt as though I was completely overcome with lust. The past couple years of neglect from Frank, the frustrations of his passive aggressive comments, they were all breaking away as my desires began to burst through.

As he lowered his shorts bit by bit, I gasped, seeing the base of his cock. He was clean shaven, in stark contrast to my husband/. Even just the base was impressive, his girth easily double that of Frank. I could feel my crotch grow hot and wet at the sight unfold before my eyes.