Postpartum Desires：Trapped with the Ripped Trainer

My name is Mia Anderson. My sister-in-law Chloe Lowell and I had our babies around the same time. To get back in shape after our postpartum recovery, we signed up for this outdoor fitness retreat.

But now, locked inside the sealed RV, I could hear everything—Chloe's intense session with Coach Mike Johnson filled the cramped space.

"What does it matter if it spills? I'll lick you clean."

Chloe's moans grew louder instantly.

She sounded like she was experiencing the most intense pleasure of her life. Her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites. A thin trail of glossy saliva slid from the corner of her mouth.

My hand trembled as I watched. Overwhelmed, I accidentally turned up the intensity on my vibrator. A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it.

Luckily, I covered my mouth just in time. Chloe didn't notice.

But Mike's rhythm suddenly became rougher, more demanding. Chloe could barely hold back her cries.

"Ah… Mike, I can't take it… Mia will hear us…"

Mike's eyes flickered in my direction.

"Then let it out, you little minx. I love hearing you scream."

As he spoke, he lifted Chloe by her hips and placed her on the table right below my bunk.

He was tall enough that if he stood up straight, he could see directly into my bed.

The curtain was yanked open without warning. My eyes locked with Mike's.

"Scream, you little minx. If you sound good, I'll keep going till you break."

He never stopped moving. Though his words were meant for Chloe, his gaze was fixed on my soaked vibrator.

He was talking to me.

My nightgown was thin. Aroused by their sounds, I'd already undone the buttons at my chest. With every shaky breath, my full breasts nearly spilled out.

Mike's scorching stare made me burn with want.

I forgot to close the curtain at first. My mind kept replaying the image of Chloe's breasts being kneaded, shaped by his hands.

It wasn't until Chloe let out a sharp, high cry beneath me that I snapped back to reality.

I quickly pulled the curtain shut, trying to erase the memory of Mike's predatory eyes.

But the harder I tried to forget, the wider my legs parted on their own. I closed my eyes and imagined the vibrator was him.