Each morning my wife gets up and goes to the gym. After she’s out the door, I get up, take care of feeding the cats and start a pot of coffee.
My wife is Latina, petite and busty and wears what you might expect to the gym – workout clothes.
Recently, she hired a trainer. I met him briefly on one of my rare trips to the gym. Young black guy with an easy smile and friendly manner. Of course he’s got the perfect physique. I’m not the jealous type and I love the fact that my wife is hitting the gym. If she gets kinda turned on working it all out with Marcus, that’s fine with me, as long as she’s not fucking him. After working out with her new trainer a few times, I noticed a change in my wife’s demeanor when she gets back from a workout. Nothing too obvious. Mostly something subtle that only a husband or wife would see. However, something that was obvious is that she’s been wearing new active wear that she bought for herself. Sleeker, sexier, and some of the leggings – semi-transparent. Her nice tight ass is visible through the fabric. When she comes in all sweaty, and I’m at the kitchen counter sipping my coffee, I watch her pour herself a cup of coffee and can see through her tights, see her underwear and her toned butt. Sometimes she’s wearing something with frill or sometimes a skinny thong.