Muscle Bound Desire

3 days ago

Imagine my surprise the other night when my husband parked at the back entrance of the fitness center owned by our home group friends. It is one of the few if any fitness centers no longer opened 24 hours. Since this was a rare weekend alone (mom was watching our kids) and we both enjoy working out, his idea intrigued me.

“Ah, babe, what are we doing here?” I asked.

He looked at me and smiled with that Dennis the Menace school boy gleam in his eye.

“Well hon, it’s been a long week, we are alone, and I thought it would be fun to work out together. What do you think?”

I know my man, and I know when he is up to something, and tonight was one of those times.

“Sweetheart,” I answered. “you know I love to work out. But, you know Barb and Tom (who own the center) close down at 6pm and didn’t they say they were going out of town this weekend?”

My words hung in the air as he continued to smile at me.

Doing his best Austin Powers impression, he replied, “You just don’t get it; do you, Kay?”

He started laughing, yet I was still in the dark about what my beloved was up to this time. You see, I married a practical joker who after 17 years together, has this uncanny knack of outdoing himself with every prank.

Reaching his hand towards my face, he rested it behind my ear and said “Oh, what’s that behind your ear?”

Suddenly alarmed as all us girls would be I jerked forward saying “What? What is it?” I am terrified of any and all types of bugs.

Now laughing he pulled his hand back yet this time it was closed.

“Well, looky here,” he said as he opened his fist and produced a set of keys that sparkled in our dimly lit car.

Puzzled, I thought to myself, “What the…”

“Come on, woman, let’s go work out!” And he started to get out of our car.

Still confused, I got his attention the only way that would work; I placed my hand on his crotch and squeezed.

“OK, now. Tell me what is going on!”

What is it with men? I could feel his cock starting to grow and this was not even a sexual moment! Like my dear mother once told me years ago—“Be careful, Kay—those things have a mind of their own!”

As Elaine from Seinfeld once said to Jerry: “I don’t know how you guys walk around with those things.”

As his cock grew through his trousers under my hand and I squeezed a little harder to get his attention, he finally relented.

“OK, OK, babe. I will come clean.” And of course he let that hang in the air for a few moments, so I squeezed harder. “Barb and Tom, as you know, are out of town for the weekend, and Tom asked me if I would like to keep an eye on things. He even said we could use the club if we wanted to do so.”

I loosened my grip on my husband’s bulge (yes ladies it felt good in my little hand) and the thought intrigued me. Alone together in their fitness center. Only one problem, we didn’t prepare or bring any workout clothes with us.

As if reading my mind, he said “Don’t worry, I planned ahead. Let’s go, I have our workout gear in the trunk.”

Getting out of the car, I felt nervous, like we were breaking in or something. It felt weird going into their fitness center alone under the cover of darkness, yet he already closed the trunk and was unlocking the back entrance door.

I did a quick 360 making sure no one saw us and quickly joined my husband in their darkened fitness center. Expertly, he deactivated the alarm and turned on the lights and music. It was just like a normal day except we were the only ones there. We had the place to ourselves.

And with that, I felt the first warm tingle deep inside me. This could be fun I thought to myself.

Reaching over and unzipping our exercise bag, I observed it seemed rather empty.

Handing me my sneakers, my beloved with a gleam in his eye said, “Here is your exercise outfit, and here is mine.”

That stinker! All he had packed were a couple of hand towels, socks and sneakers. We were going to exercise, at our friend’s fitness center, alone in the nude; wearing only our sneakers!

“Let’s get dressed, babe!” And with that he handed me my “gear” and walked towards the men’s locker room.

I couldn’t believe he dreamed up this scenario. As I watched his tight little ass wiggle its way towards his locker room, (yes husbands, your wives like to watch our men and their tight asses too!) I just shook my head and laughed. Yet another reason why I love him so much. He is our leader, provider, protector; and my best friend, partner, comedian and sexy hot lover. And he has great buns!

As I started to undress in the ladies locker room, I saw 2 fluffy towels neatly folded by one of the sinks. Was that a coincidence or was he hinting I needed a shower!?!? They smelled fresh and since there were two, I quickly decided to do a quick rinse. Being careful not to get my hair wet or wash off my remaining make-up, I quickly rinsed in the shower without doing much damage to my appearance, and slipped into my “exercise gear.” Rifling through my purse I fished out my brush working it through my hair and put it in a long pony until it looked presentable.

Standing nude, clad only in my “sexy” white sneakers and anklets, looking into the mirror, I laughed before getting to business. Knowing what my husband likes; I started tweaking my nipples so they would be erect for him. Slowly as I tweaked, I gently massaged my breasts which felt nice in my warm little hands. Noticing my pulse and breathing starting to increase, I knew it was time to stop and join my man. Yet my breasts felt so nice in my hands and my nipples were so delicious in my mouth as I gently licked and sucked them. He loves watching me suck and lick my own titties. One more glance in the mirror and another few moments of running the brush through my hair and pubes (yes my man loves my full brunette bush, especially when it is brushed out nice and fluffy after a shower); I walked out to meet him.

And what a sight to behold—there he was naked lying on his back on an elevated sit up bench, playing with his big dick. It even looked bigger in the mirrors on all the walls surrounding the fitness center. Suddenly I realized what if someone saw us? I looked around and saw no windows or doors. Unless there was a 2-way mirror! Yet my eyes kept returning to the sight of my husband now masturbating as he watched me. I love watching him beat off and I enjoy licking his sperm off his thumb when he is done shooting. I slowly became hypnotized watching his manhood grow bigger as his hairless balls tightened. The spark that was smoldering deep inside me had now grown to a small flame which was growing by the minute.

I slowly walked across the main floor towards my husband. “Mmm, Mmm, Mmm Kay, whoa girl! I love how your tits bounce as you walk. And have you been playing with your nipples? Look how big there are right now—like ripe strawberries.” He started pumping his shaft more rapidly as he lusted after his naked wife.

I didn’t say a word, just kept slowly and seductively walking toward my man with my eyes gazing at the sight of his right hand jacking off as his left hand ran though his neatly trimmed public hair. Not only was the fire growing deep inside me, the wetness was becoming more prominent between my legs.

“Oh, babe, I love how your tits and hips sway as you walk. And your thigh muscles bulge out with every step. I love your gymnast legs! What did I do to deserve such a beautiful, sexy nasty woman???”

Reaching over and unzipping our exercise bag, I observed it seemed rather empty.

Handing me my sneakers, my beloved with a gleam in his eye said, “Here is your exercise outfit, and here is mine.”

As I watched his tight little ass wiggle its way towards his locker room, (yes husbands, your wives like to watch our men and their tight asses too!) I just shook my head and laughed. Yet another reason why I love him so much. He is our leader, provider, protector; and my best friend, partner, comedian and sexy hot lover. And he has great buns!