Workout Incentive, Ch. 2 – Turning up the heat
Author's note: Thank you to Literotica readers for your kind reception of Chapter 1, and to forum members for your encouragement. Thank you to AsylumSeeker for outstanding editing and creative suggestions that were far above and beyond the call of duty.
Mary saw his car when she returned from her errands and knew he was home. Her pulse quickened. She was in a naughty and needy mood. When she didn't find him on the main floor of their split-level home her full lips formed a devious smile. She slowly realized he was in the remodeled basement, flexing his muscles and leaking sweaty testosterone. Mary shuddered with excitement. Her nipples flared.
Before last month, the thought of John lifting weights used to annoy her. It seemed to be just some time-consuming, escapist hobby. That condemnation changed after rain had postponed an entire week of her outdoor walks and driven her to try using the treadmill in the basement. She had been planning to use it again today. Now, she unconsciously licked her lips as she realized that John's early arrival would improve that plan considerably.
Their last encounter had been one of renewal and discovery. She supposed that even for mundane health reasons she should be happy that he worked out regularly. She wanted to keep him healthy since she had grown used to sharing the house with this slightly-disorganized, smart, caring guy with nice shoulders. The first time they worked out together, though, she discovered a man with deliciously curving muscles all over, moving with tiger-like grace and power.
She also found that exercise brought her own body to a state of erotic readiness. Being surrounded by the heavy weights somehow provided an atmosphere of power and excitement that raised her awareness and arousal. They were a testament to the changes they'd experienced. As a couple they'd transitioned from traditional sex to something so much more erotic and spiritual. It was a breath of fresh air. She longed for that again.
As her skin flushed in anticipation, she immediately grabbed a new outfit that matched her desires. Weeks ago, she had bought the form-fitting stretch fabric garments, but left them on the hangar. Today, she excitedly changed her bra and panties, donned the new outfit, and headed for the stairs.
"Knock, knock. Mind if I join you?" Mary asked as she gracefully descended the steps and approached John.
Seeing his muscled form in the still somewhat novel context of his workout space triggered a subconscious appraisal. She always thought he was a handsome guy, tall with brown hair, but he looked appealingly rugged like this.
"Sure. How're you doing?" John answered.
"OK. I took the kids to Mom's so that I could get a workout in today. It's been so busy that I haven't had a chance all week." She stretched her calves, giving him a good view of her well-proportioned legs and buns.
John certainly hadn't forgotten the day, about a month ago, when her first visit to their home weight room turned into an erotic experience. Since then, they had been making love more often than usual. More importantly, though, it seemed that Mary was more willing to relax and enjoy receiving oral sex.
As John watched her hips sway on the treadmill, he realized that she was wearing a much sexier outfit than last time. It was a light aqua color that complemented her brunette hair and vividly displayed her curves with highlights and shadows. The clingy tee-shirt accentuated her full breasts and flat midriff. The light fabric subtly but unmistakably indicated the delicate tips of her nipples. The snug workout briefs wrapped around her buns and tightly outlined the irresistible valley of her crotch. John was thrilled by the improvement and felt warmth and arousal as his cock began to stiffen.
She walked, and then jogged, without making conversation as John admired the view of her athletic body. It hypnotized him as thoroughly as one of those women's fitness infomercials. Mary's presence seemed to heat up the room. The combination of his sexual desire and working out harder to impress her soon brought a sheen of sweat to John's pumped muscles.
As he got ready for bench presses she eagerly volunteered "Would you like me to be your spotter again today?"
"That would be great. I'll let you know when I'm done with my warm-up sets," he replied. He did his usual sets of 75, 125, and 175 pounds, and then added fifteen more.
"Ready for a spot?" she asked as she dismounted the treadmill.
"Not yet. One-ninety is part of my usual routine now. You know, since you encouraged me to use heavier weights, I think I've really made a lot of progress." He lifted the weight a dozen times while she turned off the treadmill and finished her water bottle. The neckline of her shirt was ringed with perspiration. John put 215 pounds on the bar and lay back on the bench. "I'll take that spot now."
"You're looking good today, Babe," she complimented his form as she walked behind his head. "Have fun with it."
She provided a view that was highly distracting, to say the least. In her tighter clothes, he noticed that her waist had gotten a lot slimmer over the past year and she might have even lost a few pounds since last month. Seeing her tightly-packed breasts pushing out above him was dangerous to his concentration, but he focused his gaze on the bar. With fierce intensity his powerful arm muscles flexed as he completed four clean repetitions and racked the bar.
"Hey, that is way better than last time!" she said, impressed by his powerful grace. A sexy grin formed on her lips. "Last time, you seemed to enjoy breaking your previous record. If you want to go for more, I can provide the same motivation..."
"You're on," John replied eagerly. Feeling physically and sexually psyched up, he boldly put 235 pounds on the bar, ten more than his previous best. He positioned himself back on the bench. The pumping beat of a suggestive club rock song from the stereo and the sight of Mary's sexy body had John hot and ready for action.
She enthusiastically supported her husband. "Go for it! Yeah, you can do this!"
The bar felt heavy as it was lowered, and damn heavy as the weight briefly rested across his chest. His hands rotated against the knurled shaft in search of the best possible grip. It also gave him a few extra moments to focus his mind on his latest feat. Beads of sweat matted strands of loose hair against his forehead. He winced as salty droplets stung his eyes.
He filled his lungs with a deep breath of air. With a grunt, he pressed the weight upward. Veins protruded from his bulging muscles. As the bar lifted, it was only the unconscious eons-old instinct to impress the female of the species that gave him the adrenaline to push through the sticking point. He triumphantly hit the top of his lift and clanged the bar back onto the rack.
"I knew you could do it!" she excitedly exclaimed. "Sweetie, I'm so proud of you!"
She leaned over and joyously kissed his forehead, receiving an unpleasant jolt as salty sweat coated her soft lips.
After a pause, she laughed, "This 'motivation' scheme might be too good, Superman. It looks as though you can do anything if the reward is getting me to take off my tee-shirt. Just for that, you have to take off yours, too!"
John grinned and quickly ripped off his tee-shirt, revealing his moist, chiseled chest. He then watched as she sinuously peeled her top up over the crest of her bosom and then off over her head. She tossed her hair back into place. She had clearly planned this visit, since she had on a bra that had been buried in her lingerie drawer for years. It fully covered each of her gorgeous breasts, but was made of a very sheer pink material that gave John a clear view of even the tiny dimples around the edge of her beautiful areolas. The sheer fabric pushed out to follow the contours of her tightening nipples as they grew erect.
