In order to keep my weight in check and my muscles strong, I lift weights, heavy barbell training to be specific, out in my garage four times a week. Two days for upper body and two days for lower body. Its been a fantastic way to combat the slow decay of muscle loss that starts to happen in your mid forties, not to mention it increases bone density which is important as you age.
My wife enjoys the side benefits, which is the leaner look I’ve got and the more muscular arms, chest and shoulders. I’m certainly no body builder but I do have a more athletic look and feel the effects in the bed room. Increased stamina and higher libido to name a few, not to mention the new found strength to lift my wife off the floor and pin her to the wall when I’m feeling more aggressive.
The other day I was out in the garage about to attempt a new personal record. So I asked my wife if she wouldn’t mind spotting me, just to be safe. She was sitting on the couch in her bath room, a usual afternoon relaxing on a Saturday. “Hey sweetheart you mind coming out to the garage an give me a spot? I’m going for a personal record.” She looked up from her phone “I’m not really dressed for it but sure, gimmie a minute to dress.” I went back out to the garage to do some warm up sets to prepare for the max rep. A good ten minutes or more went by. What the hell is she doing? There’s no need to put on make up just to spot me for one rep. Just then she came through the garage door, still in her robe. “What took so long? I thought you were getting dress?” I notice she had make up on, which was rather odd but I dismissed it quickly since I was focused on knocking out this personal record attempt. She took her place behind the rack and barbell as I set myself up and grab the bar, took a deep breath and just then felt a tightening around my wrist. Before I could look up and notice the zip tie, the other one was around my second wrist and pulled snug. I was strapped to the barbell and with as much weight as was on the bar I couldn’t move. I was helpless. “What the hell are you doing” I said with a slight chuckle. “Well, you’ve worked so hard to get strong, always taking control, using your new found strength to make me submit to your desires. I think its time you lost control ‘muscle man’ ” She giggled and in a flash she had my gym shorts around my ankles. I was in shock, and began to feel my cock twitching with excitement. She seductively straddled my thighs and leaned over me, laying a kiss on my lips and probing her tongue into my mouth, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth before biting down gently as she pulled away from me. Just then she pulled the holding pin from the bench and back support section fell into the declined position leaving me hanging by wrists with just my ass clinging on to the seat pad. I let out a struggling grunt as I adjusted zip ties digging into wrist and felt my heart start to beat harder, possibly due to the previous work sets, or to new position I found myself.
She didn’t say a word, stood up and opened her bathrobe, dropping it to the garage floor to reveal a garter belt and stockings Id never seen before. They were red lace with white fur tops on the stockings and the garter had a thick black belt with gold buckle in traditional “St. Nick” fashion, giving a holiday feel to the whole thing. She bent over at the waist, keeping her legs locked and let her breasts hang over my exposes shaft. She had upgraded her nipple piercings from two individual bars to a twin pair of rings that where connected in the middle by a small link chain, by which a small silver charm hung that said “Cum Slut”. “Where did you get that?!” I was astonished at this aggressive action and was noticing my own nipples hardening with excitement as my cock was now fully engorged. She ran her hands playfully across my stomach and down to my rod. Slowly stroking up and down with a evil smirk across her face. She knew she was in total control.
“I’m going to do some heavy lifting myself.”
As she cupped my ball sack in her hand and lifted it up, exposing my taint and she leaned lower and began to run circles under my testicles with her tongue.
“This won’t do, you need to be positioned better.” She stood back up and lifted my legs high over my head, tearing off my gym shorts and tossing them to the side. I was spread eagle, ankles in the air, completely exposed! Then she pulled up one of the folding chairs we keep in the garage and sat down right in front of me. Gripping my cock firmly in one hand and cupping my balls with the other, she gently began to give my sack a tongue bath. Not the gentle licking of a girl who’d never done anything before. No she stuck out her tongue wide as if she was being given a medical inspection and laid the base of it across my taint dragging it flatly up till my balls fell from the edge of her tongue. Slowly stroking all the while, ensuring that i would remain hard and edging my cock. She stuck a finger in my mouth unexpectedly and commanded.
“Suck!”
I obliged, being able to slightly taste the flavor of my own precum. I sucked her finger slowly till she pulled it out of my mouth and placed it firmly into my anus, just the finger tip at first, but that was about to be graduated shortly to much more.
She continued feasting upon my scrotum, licking, and pulling the skin in different directions with her teeth. All the while the stroking she preformed on my cock quickened and become more of a beating, rough motion. She was eager to make me spill, I could see it in her eyes. It’s that look she gets when she’s excited and knows what she wants. She was going to get it, We hadn’t made love in a few days and I had been so focused on my training that I hadn’t masturbated either. My nuts were full and I could feel the precum frothing at the top of my cock, making tiny bubbles from her stroking.
“You never wash that gym shirt” she said as she pulled down on my “Gold’s Gym” shirt I bought in Cali on summer.
“You’re gonna wash it tonight!” She smirked and gave me a wink and I felt her finger slide further up my ass, the thumb of that same hand planted firmly on the cock vein that was pulsing under my testicles. She wiggled her thumb back and forth, gently popping that deep vein back and forth. My precum was now dripping down my shaft making her jacking even smoother. I could hold out much longer and by the grunting sounds that I was making she knew it too.
“Come on baby, lets see it. I wanna watch you blow your fucking load. I know you’ve been saving up….”
She stopped stroking my hand and just held it, rubbing her thumb on my coronal ridge and across the frenulum.
I couldn’t take anymore and as I hung there, helpless I groaned out and she knew I was going to unload.
She pushed the head of my dick upward toward my chest just as I felt my cock begin to throb. A thick pearl-white rope of jizz flew out of my pulsing head and hit my chin, leaving jizz dripping from my beard, then rest all over my gym shirt. More pulsing as she fingered my prostate and my hips are bucking, my legs are left quivering and I continue to spill cum all over myself and she laughs and enjoys the fireworks. She grips my nuts tightly and kisses the tip of my cock.
“Now you have to wash that shirt”
She put her bathrobe back on and went in the house. I was left hanging by the barbell, watching those thick ropes of jizz slowly melt into my favorite gym shirt as I was left there for the remainder of the night.