My eyes slowly open as I realize my alarm is sounding… I can’t believe it’s already time to get up. Rolling over, I catch a glimpse of A. He’s not quite awake yet, his arm thrown over his eyes – the muscles in his long and lean arms on full display. My eyes glance up to the curly mess of hair peeking from under his forearm and then down to where the waistband of his briefs rests just below the v of his core. A twinge of arousal pokes at my lower back. I smile to myself and reach across to slide my hand under his arm, slightly moving my fingers across his chest to wake him up. “Babe, it’s time to wake up,” I say quietly. “We have to get to the gym.” He stirs and rolls his toned body over to face me. This shifts his arm to reveal his long lashes against strong cheekbones and a small smirk signaling to me that he is – in fact – awake.
I pull myself toward him and kiss his forehead, letting my lips linger for a second – taking in the smell of his hair and skin – before I force myself to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to get dressed for the gym.
I pick out my leggings – the ones that he likes, bright purple and as soft as silk. Then my sports tank – the one that is just thin enough to let the shape of my pierced nipples to show in just the right light. I step out of my thong that I slept in, bending over into my closet to throw it into my hamper that sits in the back corner. That’s when I feel it. I’m not quite sure how I can, but I know that he’s up and his eyes have settled on my bare pussy that’s surely on full display.
I take my time rummaging through my sock container, to give him a few extra seconds of “sneaking” a look. Then, I grab the trim of the closet door and slowly straighten, keeping my back slightly arched. I turn and see him standing in the doorway of our bathroom. He looks slightly stunned, with his right hand cradling his strong jaw and the left cupping what looks like a strengthening morning erection. I smile, relishing the look in his eye and the fact that I caught him admiring my body – my body that I have been working so hard to build.
I could let on but I choose to play coy. I let him watch me slide into my leggings and tank, pull my hair up, and walk back out of the door… dragging my hand across his hips, the tip of my pinky just barely touching the base of his now rock hard shaft as I say “you get dressed, I will let the dogs out and wait for you in the car.” He still hasn’t said a word.
Sitting in the passenger’s seat I hear him open and close the door leading into the garage. He’s chosen a stunner of an outfit himself. A tight pair of athletic shorts that I bought him, the five and a half inch inseam grazing his thigh right above the tattoo he got on our summer vacation last year. A dark tank top flows over his midsection, hanging on by thin straps and leaving just enough of his tight shoulders showing to make me shift in my seat. This time – he catches me looking and shakes his head with a smirk as I blush and reach up to hit the button on the garage door opener.
Our drive to the gym is short but enjoyable – the fresh breeze through open windows waking us up even more as we make our way into the parking lot. It’s slated to be a warm day, but the chill of the night hasn’t lifted completely and I feel my nipples tighten into hard points as I step out of the car. As we walk through the door I can’t help but look at A’s perky ass shaking slightly with each step… Without any shame, I watch him walk all the way to the first machine we planned to use.. He is my husband, after all – I can watch him all I want.
We are scheduled for a leg day and all is normal as we warm up and stretch – our bodies thawing and starting to tingle from the exertion. We move through our programming, upping our weights from last time, feeling beads of sweat starting to trickle as we count each of our reps. I look up from my exercise to see him scanning my body as I struggle to push through my set. I notice his gaze stops at my chest and then up to my face to give me a soft smile, the sparkles of sweat on his face beading at the end of his dark eyebrows to suddenly drip down onto the floor.
I turn to walk my weights back to the rack. In the mirror I see why his look paused at my chest – the perfect outline of my piercings pushes through the thin pink material of my tank top. Small darker pink dots of sweat pattern the center of my cleavage. I take a moment to admire the progress of my upper body, a new curve to my shoulders catching my attention as I deliver the dumbbell to its resting place. I look in the mirror once more and see my husband setting up our last movement. I realize that his gorgeous golden brown eyes are fixed on my ass – my now swelling and plumped ass that is undoubtedly swallowing my bright purple leggings. The hungry look on his flushed face sends a familiar rush down my abdomen. At the same time that I feel a warm wet has started to seep out of my pussy to be barely soaked up by my pants, I also realize that, when I get home, I am going to get fucked.
~ Part 2 (coming soon)…
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