N OEL Edmonds has been “utterly humiliated” by the revelation that his wife had an affair with her fitness instructor, close friends revealed yesterday.
Ex-House Party host Edmonds, 56, and Helen, 41, who now plan a quickie divorce, have been separated for two years and had always said there was no one else involved.
But Helen’s torrid affair with Pilates instructor Stuart Lord, also 41, is far from unique, according to personal fitness instructor Tony Maxwell.
The 30-year-old, from north London, has lost count of the number of bored housewives who’ve tried their luck with him – and, quite often, he simply couldn’t resist them.
Here, he lifts the lid on the sexually charged sessions he claims are commonplace in his line of work…
I’VE been a freelance instructor for five years, covering cardiovascular, weights, body toning, nutrition, circuit training and general fitness.
But I soon found there is another element to this job – casual sex.
Since I started this work, I’ve had sex with dozens of women and I don’t think anyone’s been hurt – unless one of their husbands found out about it.
When women contact me it’s because they’re usually unhappy with their body and want to improve it.
So I’m there to get them fitter and build up their confidence. This means that there’s a lot of intimacy.
I spend several hours a week in close contact with my clients, either in their homes or on a jogging track, building up their trust and encouraging them.
Naturally, many of them open up and tell you about their life and relationships. I’m their trainer, their friend and, for many, their sexual fantasy.
But I wouldn’t try it on with them. She has to give me some obvious signals that she wants to have fun. Within two months of starting my job, I had a situation with Ruth, a married brunette in her mid-30s.
You’d think that these women would be fat and unattractive but many of them, like Ruth, look really great and are striving for perfection.
She had a stunning figure and wanted me to work on her general fitness and help her develop a six-pack belly.
I was in her home getting her to do an exercise I call the cat lick, which is a press-up with a circular motion, like a cat licking its paws.
I was behind her, holding her stomach to correct her form, and I noticed she kept moving closer to me. I decided I must be imagining it, because Ruth was a married woman.
But I soon realised she was deliberately flirting with me, allowing our bodies to touch at every opportunity and sticking her bottom up in the air.
After we’d finished the workout, she started telling me that her husband was not fulfilling her and it was obvious she wanted a piece of me.
Let’s just say that it was a very, very nice day – the first of many.
Ruth did get her six-pack in the end but it might have been more to do with our athletic sex sessions than the cat licks. I didn’t feel guilty because I was single and it’s up to her if she wanted to get it on with me.
I thought that would be a one-off experience but it was the first of many and, now I knew the signs, I felt more confident about reacting to attention.
I was taking another married woman, Sarah, to the local jogging track one day and I got the impression she was trying to impress me with more than her athletic abilities.
She wore a tight Lycra leotard-like outfit that was cut so low her breasts were practically popping out.
I couldn’t help staring and she asked me if I liked them.
I told her I did and she smiled.
The next session, she wore tiny hot pants and it was too much – I had to grab that butt.
I was worried she might scream but she told me it was nice.
We started a relationship but she broke it off because she was confused about her feelings.
In the end, I lost her as a client but the best was yet to come…
There were other brief flings and there was an unforgettable experience the following year with a woman named Amy, who was blonde, 5ft 10in, with a good figure.
Amy made it clear from the first that she liked me a lot. I’m a man and if I see an attractive woman is flirting with me, I’ll play the game. She had a boyfriend but was very forward with me and we’d become good friends.
One day, she was doing sit-ups and I was holding out my arm to show her where she should move to. Her breasts were pushing against me as she sat up and we smiled because we were both enjoying it.
Later, I had Amy doing kicks and I touched her legs, then moved my hand up. When she didn’t give a damn, I knew her barriers were down.
Amy told me her relationship with her boyfriend was bad and, joking, I asked: “What if we were to get together?” That was it. We were all over each other and had some great sessions.
She kept calling me but I only wanted to have fun – if they got serious I didn’t want to know. So in the end, I tried to put it in perspective for her by asking: “Do you want to have a threesome, to spice it up a bit?”
I thought she was joking when she told me that she did indeed have a friend who could train with us.
It was too good to be true and I thought it was just her way of trying to keep me interested. But, sure enough, a week later she came over with Carmena, a Spanish brunette, armed with tequila and wine.
They both drank a lot but I don’t really drink. Then, when Amy left the room for a minute, I started cuddling Carmena.
When Amy came back she began fooling around with Carmena in front of me – and you can imagine the rest…
It was another experience I can cross off my list and would have loved to do it on a regular basis. Unfortunately, Carmena regretted it when she’d sobered up the next day and I’ve never seen her since.
They were great times but those days of casual sex are over now because I have a long-term girlfriend and wouldn’t dream of cheating on her.
I know some people may take a dim view of my exploits but I don’t feel bad about it, especially because I was single at the time.
It’s the women who should feel guilty for cheating on their partners.
Finally, I suppose my story should serve as a warning to all the husbands out there with bad marriages. If your wife books someone like me, just make sure you know what kind of workout they’re being given.
Names have been changed.
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