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Working Out

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Because of a recent foot surgery, I had been unable to exercise in the gym we had set up downstairs for close to three months. After the rehabilitation therapist cleared me for a moderate exercise program, I called my hubby to tell him that I would be joining him for workouts once again and that steamy workouts in the dead of night were likely to come more often since I was cleared for every kind of activity again.

Upon arriving home that evening, I discovered that my husband was already in the basement. I cautiously made my way down the stairs and found him stripped to a pair of shorts on the incline bench doing flys with thirty pound dumbbells. His body was sweaty, probably meaning that he had already done three miles on the treadmill at a brisk pace. Maybe it was a combination of seeing his upper body already pumped and a minimal schedule of sex since my surgery, but I could feel myself getting juicy. Knowing that our son would be at football practice for another two hours, I decided to indulge in something daring.

I changed into the robe I usually wore to the basement without the usual workout sweats underneath. I positioned myself on the Total Gym and began my first set of squats, knees together. After a minute or two, my husband noticed my lack of clothing and suggested that I work the outside of the thighs by doing squats with my knees spread. As I made the change to my routine, I watched the bulge in his shorts grow noticeably. And as the satiny material of my robe rubbed across my nipples, we both noticed how perky they had become.

In an effort to surprise, I paused at the low end of a squat and rubbed my fingers over the hair of my puss. He lost count of his bench presses almost immediately and after the set adjusted his crotch for an extended period. I let my robe fall open and brushed an erect nipple repeatedly with one hand. With the other hand I drew some of the juices running down my ass back up to where they would do me the most good and began massaging the side of my clit. My husband's eyes got really wide and he watched with delight. After a moment his shorts and briefs came off and he began stroking his hard, throbbing erection.

I teased him by telling him what a naughty boy he was and he responded by reaching up and thumbing one of his own nipples. I told him to have a great time but he had to save the climax for me. Every time I saw his thighs getting really ripped, meaning that the muscles were really, really tight, I told him to stop and just watch for a few minutes. I climaxed at the end of those minutes and gave him leave to begin stroking again.

When his legs tensed again, I told him to relax and began touching myself again. I was finding myself strangely turned on by jerking him off by remote control and was able to get past the pleasure/pain thing that usually comes with stimulation after a climax. Soon I was well on my way to another and I invited him to join me. After the waves of pleasure washed over me again, I watched him through heavy eyelids and saw a small bit of precum oozing. He warned me that if I wanted the climax, I had better do something about it soon.

I moved over to the bench and straddled it. I felt his fingers search for my sex, with pressure against my fully engorged G-spot I came again quickly. He moaned as he felt my vaginal muscles squeeze his fingers with involuntary contractions. I began quick little up and down motions on his long hard fingers as he latched onto a nipple and began sucking. I licked both my thumbs and started stroking his nipples. The added sensation sent him right over the edge and I felt him explode and cum spurted over me and the bench. It was like the orgasms we had when we were both twenty years younger.

I climbed off the bench, grabbed a towel, and tossed it to him for clean up. I'll have to say, it was probably our best work out to date.



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