Sweat & Spanking Secrets

The scent of chlorine and sweat still clung to Mrs. Kitty as she burst through the gym doors, a triumphant grin plastered across her face. "Woo! Nice job keeping up!" I spanked her right on her round booty-cheek, the familiar sting a welcome sensation after a particularly grueling interval run. We weren’t exactly gym rats, but the shared motivation of pushing ourselves to the limit, coupled with a primal heat that always seemed to ignite around exercise and showers, had become a strangely satisfying ritual. The lingering scent of her body musk, mixed with the lingering dampness of her athletic wear, was a potent aphrodisiac.

“Yeah! I think I’m getting faster!” She spanked me back, her eyes sparkling with competitive spirit, and winked suggestively. We quickly shed our baseball caps and headed to the kitchenette, where I whipped up a protein smoothie and we refilled our water bottles. Mrs. Kitty had recently invested in a pair of ridiculously short athletic shorts that showcased her bouncy derriere in a way that was both tasteful and undeniably tantalizing. I couldn’t help but steal glances as we headed for the refrigerator, a low hum of desire building within me.

“So proud of you, babe. Good work!” I kissed her lips, the taste of sweat and exertion mingling with the sweetness of her chocolate-raspberry flavor. "You too, babe! It’s hot watching you exercise." She kissed me back, her hand instinctively reaching for my arm.

“Oh yeah? Hee, hee… Is that why you pretend to run slower, so you can watch me from behind?”

“So what if I do!”

The refrigerator banter quickly escalated into a slow, deliberate make-out session. I leaned down, beneath the hem of her shorts and panty-line, to take two firm handfuls of her booty. She giggled, a delicate sound of pleasure, as we kissed, our bodies pressed together in a moment of shared intimacy. The heat between us intensified, fueled by the endorphins released during our run and the anticipation of what was to come.

“Should we go for it?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Right now?”

“Why not!”

(The previous night, as we prepared for bed, a playful idea struck me: to role-play as two joggers who always pass each other on the track and finally succumb to their mutual attraction. My wife loved the concept, though our varying running speeds made it difficult to synchronize our movements in the rhythm we envisioned. Still, the explicit sex component, conducted while retaining our running shoes and baseball caps as reminders of our shared activity, was a crucial element of the fantasy. It was this element she was particularly enthusiastic about, and even though our jog was complete, she initiated the game.)

With her tennis shoes snug around my waist and her tongue delicately tracing the contours of my ear, she whispered, “I thought you were never going to bring me back to your place! I was starting to go crazy watching your junk flop around in your running shorts…” She sucked gently on my earlobe, her breath warm and inviting. I grinned, squeezing her ass tighter before setting her down on the kitchen counter, our eyes level and our hat bills brushing against each other. The game had begun.

“You didn’t think I was going to hold off for too long watching your big girls bounce around the track, did you?”

My lips caressed the side of her neck, nibbling lightly on her chin. She moaned softly, her body tensing with anticipation. She placed her hands on my chest, drawing me closer, and we resumed our playful banter.

“I kept hoping you’d notice me. Looks like my wish came true!”

I removed my shirt, exposing my chest hair to the air. She tickled the little tuft of hair that peeked out from my neckline, biting her lip in anticipation. I got the message! I took off my cap, revealing my sweaty head, and popped it back on (as per our agreement – a small, knowing wink). I handed her my damp, sweaty shirt, and she inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of exertion and arousal.

“Mmm! I hope you didn’t work out so hard just for me.”

She tossed the shirt aside and used her nails to lightly graze across my chest hair, sending shivers down my spine. Some parts of my torso were still slick with sweat, a testament to the intensity of our run. She pulled me in closer to the counter, using her legs to secure her position, and gave my moist chest several long, deliberate licks, lapping up the salty residue. Her tongue swirled around my nipples, eliciting a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. This was an exquisite sensation, enhanced by the lingering moisture and the primal connection we shared.

“You taste good, big boy.”

“When can I taste you?”

She immediately unzipped the back of her sports bra, revealing her generously sized breasts. She teasingly shoved the bra in my face, an invitation that I couldn't resist. I grabbed both of her breasts firmly and pulled her back onto the counter, our eyes locked in a silent promise of more intimate pleasures. I leaned over her, my body pressed against hers, and let my hands caress her curves. She moaned softly, her breath hot against my skin.

There’s a technique I’ve developed that always seems to drive her wild: I scrape my teeth from the base of her stiff nipples to the top, mimicking a bite but stopping short of actually piercing her flesh. It’s a playful yet potent sensation that ignites her senses and sends shivers down my spine. After this, I rubbed my face fuzz in-between her breasts, teasing her further before taking my hands back to fondle her nipples.

“Mmmmmm. Talented mouth you have! Do you pick up jogger chicks a lot?”

I smiled, enjoying the attention, but didn’t respond. I let my tongue swirl small circles around her mounds before landing on the nipple. Making eye contact with her, I took her left nipple into my mouth while gently fondling her right boob with my fingertips. She bucked her hips slightly and moaned, succumbing to the pleasure of my touch. When I thought she had had enough, I aggressively removed my mouth from her nipple with a loud POP, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I grabbed her shorts with both hands and yanked them down, revealing her panty-line and more of her smooth, pale skin. She squealed in delight, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Moving a little fast there, mister! Aren’t you going to… mmmmmmmmuuuuh!”

I interrupted her with a playful nip on her earlobe, then proceeded to unbutton the back of her sports bra, completely exposing her breasts. She had barely recovered from the speed when I swiftly grabbed both of her breasts firmly, pulling her back onto the counter with a powerful yank. Her legs braced themselves against the edge, and her arms wrapped around my neck as we continued our intense embrace. The game had reached its climax.

“Right now?”

“Why not!”

The air crackled with unspoken desire as we began to undress, shedding our inhibitions along with our clothing. The scent of sweat, perfume, and arousal filled the kitchen, a heady mix that intensified our passion. I stripped off my cap, revealing my sweaty head, and popped it back on (as per our agreement – another knowing wink). As we stood naked, our bodies glistening with moisture, the playful energy of the role-play transformed into raw, unbridled lust.

I leaned over her, supporting her weight as she leaned against the counter, our hat bills bumping together. I planted a passionate love-bite on the side of her neck, a silent acknowledgment of our shared desire. The game was now fully engaged.

“You didn’t think I was going to hold off for too long watching your big girls bounce around the track, did you?”

My lips caressed the front side of her neck, nibbling lightly on her chin. She moaned softly, lost in the pleasure of my touch. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and began to push against my chest, creating a rhythmic, sensual movement. The scent of her sweat filled my senses, intensifying my arousal.

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” She resorted to these gentle, yet almost whiny moans that made her seem pouty and naughty. I loved it! It was a new side of her and a new experience for both of us. It was fitting. I then dropped her legs and stabilized her on the counter by grabbing ahold of her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them at the same time. She arched her back, clinging to me with desperate intensity.

“You have such big, strong hands, baby. Oh, gosh, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. MORE. That dick is soooooo good!”

She lifted one of my hands to her mouth and started sucking on my thumb, her breath warm and inviting. I felt a surge of pleasure as her saliva coated my skin. When I thought she had had enough, I aggressively removed my mouth from her thumb with a loud POP, sending a wave of heat through my body. I grabbed her shorts with both hands and yanked them down, revealing her panty-line and more of her smooth, pale skin. She squealed in delight, her body trembling with anticipation.

“You taste good, big boy.”

“When can I taste you?”

She immediately undid the back of her sports bra to let her sweet lady-fruits dangle and breathe. She teasingly shoved the bra in my face, but I used it as an opportunity to inhale the sweetness of her female odor laced with boob sweat and the faint scent of the perfume she sprayed on before our run. The sight of her breasts always made me lose control. I grabbed both of them firmly and pushed her back into the counter, knocking over a couple of cups and some mail. Didn’t care! I leaned over her as she lay there, splayed. I gave her body a single, long lick from her belly button to her cleavage as she giggled and squealed.

There's this thing that I do to her nipples that drives her crazy: I scrape my teeth from the base of her stiff nipples to the top as if I'm going to bite them right off but stop before taking the full bite, letting my fangs graze and tug on them. It tends to drive her wild! After I rubbed my face fuzz in-between her boobs, I did the teeth thing to her left nipple first.

“Mmmmmm. Talented mouth you have! Do you pick up jogger chicks a lot?”

I smiled, enjoying the attention, but didn’t respond. I let my tongue swirl small circles around her mounds before landing on the nipple. Making eye contact with her, I took her left nipple into my mouth while gently fondling her right boob with my fingertips. She bucked her hips slightly and moaned, succumbing to the pleasure of my touch. When I thought she had had enough, I aggressively removed my mouth from her nipple with a loud POP, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I grabbed her shorts with both hands and yanked them down, revealing her panty-line and more of her smooth, pale skin. She squealed in delight, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Cmon, jogger boy! Don’t just stand there drooling. A girl doesn’t have all day.”

She winked at me and tapped my nose playfully with the tip of her shoe. This was one of those rare moments that got locked in my memory’s sex-vault: my naked, wet wife with pink running shoes and a green baseball hat, bare-breasted, panting for me. It was amazing. There was also something so spontaneous and tantalizingly unique about the fact that we still had shoes and hats on that moved us into new sexual arenas. It felt like we were stepping into whole new personas and found it VERY exciting. Luckily, in our old house, the kitchen featured a counter that stood perfectly level with my hips. So, when she spread herself for me, all I had to do was walk closer to her ready flower and let my straight, stiff cock glide right into her succulent hole. Time to give it!

“Oooooooooh, wow. Damn. There’s no way I was letting this sweet pussy run around me all this time.”

The inside of her pussy felt hot, warmer than usual. I assumed it was because of the exercise. I didn’t complain! When I entered her, she grabbed the edge of the counter behind her with both hands and said,

“Oh. My. Gosh. YEEEESSSS! Please give it to me, big boy.”

I pressed my full length into her and took both her thighs into my hands, spreading them into a V. She was positioned perfectly for me to start my humping. My hips were electric with energy, and it was beautiful to see her full tits bounce the same way they did back at the running track as I rammed her! Her pink shoes bobbed about as I gripped her thick legs. This was probably the most fun we’ve ever had in the kitchen.

“Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mmm. Mm. Mm.” She resorted to these gentle, but almost whiny moans that made her seem pouty and naughty. I loved it! It was a new side of her and a new experience for both of us. It was fitting. I then dropped her legs and stabilized her on the counter by grabbing ahold of her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them at the same time. She arched her back, clinging to me with desperate intensity. The scent of her sweat filled my senses, intensifying my arousal.

“You have such big, strong hands, baby. Oh, gosh, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. MORE. That dick is soooooo good!”

She lifted one of my hands to her mouth and started sucking on my thumb, her breath warm and inviting. I felt a surge of pleasure as her saliva coated my skin. When I thought she had had enough, I aggressively removed my mouth from her thumb with a loud POP, sending a wave of heat through my body. I grabbed her shorts with both hands and yanked them down, revealing her panty-line and more of her smooth, pale skin. She squealed in delight, her body trembling with anticipation.

“You taste good, big boy.”

“When can I taste you?”

She immediately undid the back of her sports bra to let her sweet lady-fruits dangle and breathe. She teasingly shoved the bra in my face, but I used it as an opportunity to inhale the sweetness of her female odor laced with boob sweat and the faint scent of the perfume she sprayed on before our run. The sight of her breasts always made me lose control. I grabbed both of them firmly and pushed her back into the counter, knocking over a couple of cups and some mail. Didn’t care! I leaned over her as she lay there, splayed. I gave her body a single, long lick from her belly button to her cleavage as she giggled and squealed.

The night ended with us collapsing onto the kitchen floor, exhausted but deeply satisfied, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. The remnants of our playful role-play served as a constant reminder of our shared desire and the incredible pleasure we had found in pushing each other to the limit.

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