Midnight Muscle Mayhem

The long day stretched behind us, a tapestry woven with the threads of four energetic children and the demands of our respective careers. Exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, and the thought of pushing through a grueling workout felt utterly repulsive. However, after ensuring the little ones were nestled safely in their beds at 8:30 pm, a desperate need for physical release propelled me toward the living room, where the weights awaited.

D, my wife, often preferred early morning workouts, a preference that created a constant tension in our marriage. Yet, I respected her dedication, her relentless pursuit of physical fitness, and the quiet satisfaction it brought her. As I began the second exercise in my shoulder routine, a familiar sweat started to bead on my forehead, and I instinctively stripped off my shirt. The gym air felt cool against my skin, a welcome relief.

Then, a surprise. There she was, D, in sleek black yoga pants and a vibrant neon sports bra. She’d decided to join me, a decision that simultaneously thrilled and slightly unsettled me. Her figure was undeniably captivating, her curves accentuated by the fabric, her tits straining against the confines of the sports bra, begging for attention.

The focus needed to be on the workout, on pushing my limits, but it was difficult to resist the pull of her beauty. Damn, I was lucky, blessed with a body that responded so intensely to exertion. I wished I could channel this built-up testosterone, this primal urge, and show her just how much I desired her.

I pushed through the remaining sets, each rep a testament to my determination. As I approached the final stretch, I felt a soft, insistent touch on my waist. Turning around, I saw D, a mischievous glint in her eyes, her hand slowly moving lower, towards my groin. It tickled, a tantalizing sensation that simultaneously aroused and distracted me.

“I want you now—here,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She began to gently rub my cock against my workout shorts, her touch igniting a fire within me. Leaning in, she kissed me deeply, a passionate exchange that left me breathless. The scent of sweat and arousal filled the air as our tongues danced, our bodies locked in a silent symphony of lust. The warmth of her lips, the roughness of her skin, fueled my desire, pushing me closer to the edge.

“I want you to love me and fuck me!” she demanded, licking and sucking on my earlobe. The sensation was exquisite, electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. It was a rare moment of such explicit intimacy, a welcome deviation from the routine of our busy lives.

Without hesitation, I scooped her up, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. I placed her gently on my weight bench, securing her legs around me as I locked the incline in place. My gaze drifted downwards, tracing the curve of her neck, the salty scent of her sweat intoxicating me. I continued my descent, exploring the delicate skin of her cleavage before lifting her sports bra, revealing the breathtaking beauty of her tits. They were perfectly formed, flawlessly sculpted, and utterly irresistible. I kissed and sucked on them with unrestrained passion, each stroke a testament to my overwhelming desire. The need for her honey was a primal urge, a desperate craving that demanded immediate fulfillment.

Moving down her stomach, I unbuttoned her shorts, revealing her vulnerable pussy, swollen with moisture and anticipation. The sight was both shocking and exhilarating, a potent blend of primal instincts and overwhelming lust. I took my first lick, a tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a full-blown assault of sensation. The taste of sweat and arousal, the heat of her body, ignited a fire within me, pushing me closer to the brink.

As I caught my breath, I began to slowly work my tongue from her clit to her secret, soft skin between her asshole and pussy. From there, I gently pulled her lips upward with my fingers, making it more accessible, continuing my exploration with purpose and deliberate slowness. Each movement was a calculated act of passion, designed to maximize pleasure and intensify the experience.

I felt her clit swell with pleasure, her muscles contracting and pulling on my fingers. The sensation was overwhelming, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. I repeated the process, licking and pulling, building anticipation with each stroke. Her pussy continued to contract and pull, a constant reminder of the pleasure awaiting me. As I increased the pace, the heat intensified, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Finally, she released a torrent of delicious juices, a wave of intense pleasure that washed over me. It lasted for a full minute, a moment of pure bliss, before she slowly pulled herself away, her body trembling with satisfaction. I watched as she stood up, pulled off my shorts, and turned to face me, her posture radiating confidence and sensuality. The sight was breathtaking, a testament to her beauty and power. She grabbed my cock and began to pull it towards her pussy opening, her movements slow and deliberate.

As I braced myself for the inevitable, I felt a surge of anticipation. She eased it in, her hand holding me firmly as she waited for the moment to strike. I grunted with pleasure as the pressure increased, my body arching in response. The sight of her standing straight up in the air, her knees tucked neatly under her, was both captivating and slightly disturbing.

As I entered her pussy, I let out a moan of pure pleasure. Grabbing onto her hips, which were elevated by her knees, I began to work my cock in and out, focusing on stimulating her clit. She responded eagerly, rubbing her pussy against my shaft, intensifying the pleasure. I told her to rub that pussy for me, and she obliged, her hands moving rhythmically between her legs.

“Oh yeah, fuck me harder baby,” she exclaimed, her voice filled with desire. The words were a signal, a command that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I increased the pace, pushing my limits, determined to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. The sound of my balls slapping her clit filled the air, a primal symphony of lust and arousal.

Without even realizing it, I gave her ass a hard and solid spank on her right cheek, eliciting a shriek of surprise and delight. It was a spontaneous act of passion, a moment of pure abandon. In ten thrusts, I repeated the same action on her left cheek, resulting in obvious pleasure. The feeling was intoxicating, both for me and for her.

At that moment, my mental and physical nerve endings were maxed out with pleasure. I continued to increase the pace, unable to contain the intensity of the experience. She said, “Oh yeah baby, fuck me faster while I rub my pussy for you!” Her words were a challenge, an invitation to push even further.

I slammed into her as hard as I could, my muscles straining, my body trembling with the force of my thrusts. Pulling her hips into me, I intensified the sensation, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. As I continued to work my way in and out, I felt her pussy wrap around my throbbing unit, the sensation both painful and intensely pleasurable.

Breathing heavily, I continued until I felt like I couldn’t go any faster, a point of no return. Considering slowing the pace, I noticed D’s hand beginning to rub my balls when they would make contact with her pussy. She was clearly enjoying the sensation, her body arching in response.

“Oh yeah baby, cum in me, baby! Give me your cum!” she demanded, her voice breathless with anticipation.

I pushed through the final barrier, releasing a torrent of hot, viscous fluid into her waiting pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, a cascade of pleasure that left me weak and spent. I collapsed onto her back, my hands locking onto her breasts, savoring the feeling of her warmth and softness. As D turned over, her apple watch reported to me that I had finished a workout.

“The things technology knows these days,” she whispered, a playful glint in her eyes.

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