Pink Leggings & Yoga Heat

Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” I looked up at my wife from the couch where I was watching the Lakers game.
“Like this? You mean in my workout clothes? I’m going to my yoga class. Like I do every single Thursday evening.” She sounded put out.
“Yeah, yoga. I get that part. You just don’t usually go out quite like that.”
I surveyed her body, eyeing her from bottom to top. She looked hot—too hot—in a pair of hot-pink, high-waisted, leggings, and a grey and pink Victoria’s Secret sports bra. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail that showed off her adorable face.
“Not gonna wear a shirt with that?” I said, rising.
“Well, I wasn’t going to.” She scanned the room for her car keys as I followed her into the kitchen. “If you want me to though…”
“Come here,” I said, taking her by the hips and spinning her around to me. “Let me see what we’ve got going on here.”
“Honey, seriously, I’m going to be late. I don’t have time for—”
“I said,” interrupting her, “let me see what we have here.”
I ran my hands along her curves and caressed her beautiful shelf of an ass, squeezing each round cheek. I looked down at her luxurious cleavage and then back up into her beautiful eyes. “God, woman…” I held her close, kissing her as she relaxed into my arms.
Our tongues swept together as I continued surveying her tight body. I squeezed her butt and breasts and thighs as we made out.
“Still want me to put a shirt on?” She asked, softly. I didn’t answer.
“Honey, I really do have to go.”
“I know,” I said, sighing. I looked her over one more time, making her cheeks flush red and a shy smile creep across her lips.
“What’s gotten into you? I thought you were in full game mode. Can’t get your attention when you’re watching basketball most days,” she said, smirking.“This outfit’s gotten into me—this body,” I said, pulling her into me once more and kissing her. “You’re a work of art, baby.”
“And you’re a shameless horndog.” She rolled her eyes as she swayed her hips, rubbing the bulge in my pants against her flat tummy.
“I never claimed to be otherwise.”
“I guess I could skip class tonight. Just this once.” She touched her chest the way she always does when she’s feeling flirty. It’s such an obvious tell with my wife that something is working for her, and I find it irresistibly sexy.
“What’s gotten into you? I thought you were in full game mode. Can’t get your attention when you’re watching basketball most days,” she said, smirking.“This outfit’s gotten into me—this body,” I said, pulling her into me once more and kissing her. “You’re a work of art, baby.”
“And you’re a shameless horndog.” She rolled her eyes as she swayed her hips, rubbing the bulge in my pants against her flat tummy.
“I never claimed to be otherwise.”
“I guess I could skip class tonight. Just this once.” She touched her chest the way she always does when she’s feeling flirty. It’s such an obvious tell with my wife that something is working for her, and I find it irresistibly sexy.
“I’m trying to decide what’s hotter. Having you right here, or the idea of you in that hot yoga room on all fours, back arched, dripping in sweat.”
“Option number two does have a certain appeal to it, doesn’t it?” Her tone was heavy and sensual now. She kissed me again and flicked her tongue teasingly against my upper lip as she parted with me. “You know, maybe you should come to yoga with me tonight. You could put a mat right behind me. Might enjoy the view from back there.”
My cock throbbed in my pants as I thought of Katie stretching in all those cat-like poses in her skin-tight leggings. But we both know I am the least flexible man on planet earth, and yoga was out of the question.
“Or maybe we take option number two back to the bedroom,” I said. “Just the two of us, no distractions.”
“You’re thinking about what you’re going to do to me while I’m naked?” she asked, her voice low and playful.
“Let’s just say I have a few ideas, and they all involve your beautiful body.” I took her hand and led her towards the bedroom. As we walked, I caught her staring at my hard cock in my pants. “You know, you don’t have to look if you don’t want to.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were ready for me,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving my nether regions.
Once inside the bedroom, I quickly stripped off my clothes, leaving her in her workout attire. “Now, let’s get down to business.” I grabbed her legs and pulled her onto my lap, positioning myself for optimal pleasure. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you to worship me,” she moaned, her voice filled with anticipation. “Show me how much you love my body.”
I obliged, caressing her breasts, her hips, and her thighs with passionate kisses and deep, slow strokes. She arched her back, begging for more, her body trembling with desire. I took her into my arms, pulling her close and burying my face in her hair. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whispered, my voice choked with emotion.
As I continued my exploration, she moaned louder, her body convulsing with pleasure. I knew I was getting closer to her sweet spot, the place where her pleasure reached its peak. With a final, desperate plea, she cried out, “More! More!”
I obliged, intensifying my ministrations until she was completely lost in ecstasy. Then, as her pleasure began to subside, I switched tactics, focusing on her clitoris. My fingers danced around her delicate flesh, teasing and stimulating her until she begged for release. Finally, when she was ready, I plunged my cock deep inside her, and she let out a final, triumphant scream.
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, before slowly getting up and embracing each other once more. “That was incredible,” I said, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
“You’re the best,” she replied, nuzzling her face into my chest. “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me tomorrow.”
“Trust me, baby,” I said, pulling her close. “It’s going to be a wild ride.”

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