One Scheduled Session

“I’m going to the gym at 1 today,” said my husband, a familiar routine etched onto his face as he spoke. “Got it,” I replied, eagerly noting it on my schedule. That was one appointment I didn’t want to miss. “See ya then,” he said, and with a lingering kiss, left for his job. I smiled, a warm anticipation bubbling within me. 1:00 couldn’t get here fast enough. The gym was moderately busy, the usual blend of early birds and dedicated regulars, but my eyes immediately scanned the floor, searching for his silhouette. There he was, already drenched in sweat, his broad shoulders glistening under the fluorescent lights. He was doing shoulder shrugs, the muscles in his back bulging with each repetition, a captivating display of raw strength. I didn’t need an elliptical to get my heart rate up; just watching him, feeling the heat of his presence, was enough. As he moved on to the chest press, lying down with a determined grimace, he heaved up the weights in a powerful, rhythmic motion. That one always got me. My breath hitched, my pulse quickening with a desperate longing. Now I was really gripping the bars, wanting so badly to go over and straddle him right there, right in the heart of his workout. It was ridiculous, I knew, but working out could be so incredibly fun, especially when the object of my desire was so close. After that, he moved onto the bike, a steady pace that fueled my own desire. Playfully, I texted him a note, a silent invitation laced with a hint of challenge: “I wish you were riding something else!” His quick reply, a grinning emoji, sent a shiver down my spine.

I timed my workout perfectly, letting it end with his. “What’s next?” I asked, hoping for an answer that would further ignite my passions. “Well, got to go home and shower, then back to the office,” he replied, a touch of weariness in his voice. I whispered under my breath, “Please, God…” as we drove home, my thoughts consumed by the anticipation of what awaited me.

I let him have a few precious minutes in the shower alone, a brief respite before the storm. Then, I carefully opened the door and slipped in, my senses heightened, ready to indulge in the pleasure he had so generously offered. At first, he smiled, a playful expression on his face, and began to say, “I’ve got to go…” but I swiftly put my fingers over his lips, silencing his protests. Grabbing the shampoo, I poured a generous amount into my hands and began to work it over his body, starting with his massive chest and shoulders, feeling the smooth, damp texture against my fingertips. “Just a few minutes together, honey?” I murmured, my voice laced with a seductive invitation, as I slicked my way down to his already enlarging penis. I rubbed him slowly, deliberately, exploring every inch of his manhood, savoring the warmth and anticipation building within me. Reaching his base, I found a small, almost imperceptible ridge, and began to suck on it with a fierce intensity, pulling him closer with my grip on his butt, dragging him towards me in a desperate embrace.

The scent of his sweat mingled with the clean fragrance of the shampoo, creating a heady mix that intensified my desires. After a few blissful minutes, I said, “Here,” handing him the bottle of shampoo for my use. Now, with a clear intent, he began to soap me, inching closer to my breasts and body, his touch electric, sending shivers of pleasure through my core. As he caressed my thighs, he moved down to my clit, expertly stimulating it with the soapy lather. We slipped against each other, the friction building heat, appreciating the benefits of his hard-earned physique. His firmest muscle, though, was undoubtedly the one between his legs, a powerful testament to his dedication to fitness. I turned around for him to press it against my body, raising my arms over my head and against his neck, arching my back so he could access my breasts as fully as possible. My body trembled with desire as he once more caressed my breasts, kissing and licking my neck up to my ears, allowing me to hear the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath. Then, while pressing hard into my sensitive clit, he reached down with one hand to touch its pulsing core, igniting a fire within me. I moaned with pleasure, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations, and finally succumbed to the inevitable, sliding down to finish him in the shower as he gasped, “Wait.”

He turned off the shower, quickly wrapping me in a fluffy towel, and said, “Get in the bed quick.” I smiled, unable to resist the urgency of the moment, and practically ran towards the bed. He came out a minute later, his face flushed with exertion, and went right on top of me, claiming his rightful place. Panting, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, knowing we couldn’t wait another minute. I rolled it onto his length, and he pushed me back, initiating the release, thrusting hard with a primal force. I pulled him up higher, ensuring his base rubbed against my clit as he continued his relentless assault, and in seconds, could feel my body soaring on that now familiar elevator of desire. The rhythmic pounding, the heat, the overwhelming pleasure – it was a symphony of sensations, orchestrated by his touch.

“I’m cumming,” I gasped, unable to breathe between contractions, as he quickened his thrusting, each movement more intense than the last. His answer was a shared groan, a testament to the shared ecstasy we were experiencing. I was breathless, clinging to him, feeling the powerful, pumping eruption within me, lost in the intoxicating blend of lust and pleasure. We lay there for a moment, pulsing with the afterglow of our lovemaking, savoring the lingering heat and the profound connection between us. When I could finally speak, I said with a smile, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you late for work.” He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through me, and said, “It was worth it!” He got up and quickly dressed, but before leaving, he gave me a deep, lingering kiss on the way out, a final act of devotion that sealed the moment.

“Working out tomorrow,” he said with a low voice, his eyes locking with mine, a silent promise hanging in the air. “What time?” I whispered back, my voice barely audible, eager to plan our next encounter. He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and simply replied, “Let’s find out.” The anticipation for our next meeting burned within me, fueling my desire and solidifying my devotion. It was an exercise in passion, a perfect blend of physical exertion and sensual pleasure, leaving me both exhausted and utterly satisfied. The gym had been more than just a workout; it had been a prelude to a night of unparalleled intimacy, a testament to the power of shared pleasure and the enduring strength of our connection.

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