Roleplay at the Gym

Tuesday is my favorite day. The day when my wife and I both have some free time in the mornings to spend with each other. She is more free than me, as I just kinda duck away from the work laptop for a bit and hope no one notices. The kids are out, and the house is quiet. It's a great time for a movie, reading on the couch, walking, anything really. Also, a great time for loud, empty-house sex, in my opinion, but she's more for bedtime intimacy. So that has been few and far-between.

For the past several weeks, the activity of choice has been working out together. We have a small, single person-sized gym at the house that I use every day, and she tries to get a few jogs in per week. But we also have a YMCA membership, mostly for the kids, and they have a very nice gym just a few minutes away. It makes for a nice change of pace from my daily home workout, and she likes to hit the weights every now and then. So, we lift "together", in the same area but doing our own routines, with occasional chats and flirty glances. It's been a lot of fun for both of us.

Today we hold hands as we walk into the Y, hit by a blast of A/C when the doors slide open. I am wearing a tank top and athletic shorts, and she has a tank top, sports bra, and yoga pants. We head towards the weights, and she stops me.

"I'm going to warm up on the treadmills, I'll be back in a bit," she tells me, and makes an exaggerated lip pucker for a kiss goodbye.

"Have fun. I'll be here." I bend down to kiss her, and she walks away to the cardio area. As I watch her mesmerizing ass move down the hall, I think to myself how lucky I am to be as attracted to my wife now, as I was years and years ago when we met. I head to the weights and start stretching for a heavy chest day.

In the fifteen minutes she is gone, I warm up with lighter weights and finish one set at my working weight. I see her walk in and head to the bands to warm up, glistening from her time on the treadmill. Her earbuds are in, and she pays no attention to me. The gym is pretty dead today, as it usually is at ten in the morning; just a few regulars mill around, all with their own earbuds. I am the only one enjoying the classic rock radio over the gym speakers.

I finish another set and get bored during my rest, so I walk over to her to say hi. She pulls out one earbud as I approach.

"Hi there, I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you a new member?" I ask jokingly.

"Oh yeah, I just joined. I'm new in town. This seemed like the best gym in the area, I'm really liking it so far," says my wife with a serious face. Then for just a moment, she bites her lip and gives me an eyebrow raise.

It takes me a bit to figure out what the hell is going on. Roleplay isn't something we have had much success with, although she has mentioned it once or twice. Last time we couldn't stop giggling, and it was not as sexy as we hoped. Well, this time I'm going to give my best effort to make it work.

"It is the best one, good choice," I say, after too long of a pause. "All the good-looking people work out here. You'll fit right in. I'm Chris by the way."

I extend my hand. My wife has mentioned before how all the hot actors in the Marvel movies were named Chris. It's the first name that popped into my head.

She smiled and almost laughed at my choice of alias, but she managed to hold it together. She took my hand.

"Nice to meet you, Chris. I'm..." She looked up in thought for a second.

"Sydney," she lands on. She must have borrowed that from the actress in the movie we watched recently. You know, the girl with the boobs.

"Sydney, that's a nice name." I consider making a confused glance at her chest to make her laugh, since my wife can't quite match the actress's cup size. (There are few who could.) But I resolve to stay serious, at least for now. Besides, it's not as if I can match Hemsworth's arms...

"New in town, huh? So, you moved here with your...boyfriend?" I ask. It feels weird to say. I haven't hit on someone I wasn't married to for almost two decades. I forgot how to do it, and that's assuming that I ever knew how.

"No, moved here alone. No boyfriend. But I assume you are working out here with your...wife? Girlfriend?"

"No, I'm single as well."

"Huh." Her eyes roam my body in a not-so-subtle manner.

Now what? Neither of us thought ahead this far. But I do want to finish my bench press before my muscles get cold.

"Well Sydney, I'll leave you to your workout. But would you mind spotting me in a few minutes on my last set?"

"Sure, let me know when." She smiles at me and puts in her earbud again.

I give her a little lip bite of my own as I turn away and head to the bench. I don't really need a spotter, but it seemed like the logical next step to picking up someone at the gym? I don't know. I wasn't given prep time.

After two more sets and some flirty gazes in the mirrors, I walk over to her. She is working her way through the leg machines.

"Hey Sydney, would you mind spotting me? It is feeling a little heavy, but I want to try one last set."

"Of course, be right there."

I return to the bench and settle in. She walks over and stands by my head, her legs inches from me.

"Wow, Chris," she says, "This is so heavy. But of course it needs to be, with muscles as big as yours."

I was this close to laughing out loud from that line. For starters, it was not very heavy, and my muscles are above average but far from huge. I kept it contained.

"Thanks for noticing. Yeah, I tweaked my shoulder last week so I'm keeping it a bit lighter today. I should have this no problem, but I feel better with a spotter."

Classic Chris, bragging about his lifts. I lift off and start pressing, taking my time with slow movement and long pauses with the bar on my chest. She makes an audible moan watching my pecs and arms flex. Thank goodness the other members have earbuds in. I rack after twelve reps, sit up and turn back towards her.

"Thanks for the spot. Let me know if you need anything."

"I will. Thanks for the show, Chris." She heads back to the leg curl machine, the one where you lay face down.

I guess we are ramping this up now. I put away the weights and head to a chest press machine for some easy accessory work. In the mirror, I watch her do a few sets on the leg curl machine. On each rep she brings the pad into contact with her butt, giving it a satisfying squish. I'm getting hard watching.

She moves to the squat rack and sets up for back squats. Once she has done a warmup set and added a bit of weight, she walks over to me.

"Hey Chris, I don't do squats too often and I'm worried about my form. Would you mind spotting me and giving me some tips?" she asks.

"Of course, I'll be right there." Easiest question of my life, would I like to get a close look at my wife doing squats in yoga pants? Yes, yes I would.

I readjust my erection in an attempt to hide it before standing up. She is under the bar, and I walk up behind her.

"Let's see what you got," I tell her.

She unracks and steps back. I take careful observation of her form as she drops into a squat and rises back up into flexed glutes. She is also going slower than usual, for my benefit. God, do I love this woman's booty. After a few reps I step up to "spot" her, giving her barely enough room to squat. On her way up I stick my hips a bit forward, so her ass grazes my hard cock, enough that she has to notice. After reracking, she turns to me.

"So, how was it looking?" she asks.

"Everything was looking very,

very

good. Sorry I bumped into you," I say, probably smiling too much for a real apology.

"Oh, no worries at all, trust me, you're good. I'm gonna wrap up. Thanks."

"My pleasure."

I head back for a last set on the machine. Then I linger by the hallway leaving the gym, figuring out my next move. She finishes as well and heads towards me, looking down at her phone.

"Hey, Sydney." I stop her.

"Oh hey, what's up Chris?" she says, taking out her earbuds.

"If you aren't doing anything after this...I just got the Lord of the Rings Extended Edition trilogy on Blu-Ray. Do you want to come over for a movie marathon?"

She looks down at the floor and chuckles, shaking her head. She sighs, then stands on her tiptoes to whisper into my ear:

"How about you take me back to your place and fuck me instead?"

She lowers herself and gives me the hottest "fuck me" eyes I have ever seen. I nod my head.

"I like your plan better."

We walk out of the Y together, and I lead her to our car. I open her door for her. The inside of the car is blazing hot. We will likely get a new layer of sweat just from this car ride. Once I'm seated, she puts her hand on my thigh and squeezes.

"How far?"

"Just five minutes."

She keeps her hand there and feels around with her pinky for my cock. He rises to the occasion, and she has her hand on him before we pull onto the highway.

"I can't wait to feel this inside me," she says, stroking me through my shorts. I do my best to focus on the road.

I pull up to the house and park outside the garage, so I can lead her in through the front door, just to make it interesting. I unlock the door and swing it open for her, motioning that she can go first. She walks in and stops in the foyer.

"Nice place," she says, standing in the middle of the room. I close the door, and we look at each other for a few seconds. Then I walk to her and grab her ass, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around me and we kiss deeply. It is passionate and rough, and I try to think of the last time we made out right after we came in the door. I guess it is one of those things that drops away eventually. Well, today I'm bringing the new relationship energy back, and I'm not the only one.

I turn and press her back against the wall, slightly harder than I wanted. She gasps, probably more out of surprise than pleasure, but it turns me on even more, and she knows it. She puts both hands behind my head and pulls me hard into her. Then she releases her grip, and we break our kiss for a moment. Her mouth stays close, her lips barely brushing mine as she catches her breath.

She starts nibbling and barely licking my lips, never really kissing me, and slightly wiggles her hips against me. She knows this kind of teasing arouses me more than anything, and my cock gets even harder. It presses against her cunt through our clothes, and she can feel it throbbing. I feel her lips twist into a smile right before she pulls me back into her with her hands and legs, kissing me forcefully and grinding against the tip of my cock.

After a minute of this she releases me again.

"Where's the bedroom?"

Finally! My arms are starting to get tired. It's fun to hold her and all, but I just finished a workout.

I back away from the wall and carry her down the hallway. When we get to the bed, I toss her onto her back. She lands with a bounce and giggles. I want to lay with her, but I realize we still have our shoes on. I step back and start taking them off; she sees what I am doing and sits up to take care of her own. After this break in the action, I move to stand before her. We are both in our gym wear, sticky and sweaty.

She looks up at me. "Shower?" she asks quietly, not as Sydney but as my wife, who doesn't love being sweaty, and probably doesn't want to change the sheets later. I think it over for a second, picturing her soapy body next to mine in the shower. It is tempting.

But I am very much into her sweaty body, and the shine of her skin, the smell, the taste. As much as I like showering with her, right now I want primal, rough, sweaty sex.

I lean forward to her ear and whisper, "Not a chance. I want you as you are, right now."

She nods. I step back and slowly peel my tank top over my head, making sure to flex my abs before they are unveiled. She touches a bead of sweat on my chest and trails her fingers down the contours of my stomach to my waistband.

"Help me out of these?" I ask.

With a hand on either side, she pulls my shorts and underwear down in one yank. My cock springs free. I step out of my clothes and kick them aside. She slowly pumps my shaft with one hand, looking up at me shyly. She has been very quiet since coming back to the bedroom, noticeably different than before. That's fine with me, I'm happy to take charge and make the decisions from this point on.

"Stand up."

She stands, and I throw all the covers to the floor, leaving just the bottom sheet on the bed. I sit down in front of her.

"I'm going to undress you now."

I trace the curves of her breasts over her top, down to the seam. I pull it up, hooking the sports bra with my thumbs, and slowly lift it over her breasts until they drop out, inches from my face.

"Hold this," I tell her, nodding at her shirt and bra pulled up to her collarbone. She takes them from me, freeing my hands to fondle her slick tits. They fill my hands as I kiss them, lick them and suck her nipples, savoring her salty sweat. She turns her head away and moans as I explore her chest.

"Good girl," I say as I take back her shirt and bra. I lift them up over her head and toss them aside. I run a finger between her legs, pressing against her clit, and she pushes back into me.

"Turn around."

She turns around and I knead her ass, enjoying its shape and weight in my hands. Yoga pants have my vote for the best clothing innovation ever. I am about to peel them down when I get a better idea.

"Sydney, bend over my knee."

"Yes, Chris," she says, laying over my lap, topless. I slide my hand down her ass and massage her pussy through the material, then give her a sudden sharp spank on the cheek. Not too hard. "Yes..." she says under her breath. We repeat that a few times, harder and harder. I know from experience that she likes some spanking but doesn't want it to actually hurt. For the last one, I spank her as hard as I think she can handle. "Fuck!" she yells, but it sounds like it is out of pleasure, not pain.

I bend down and kiss the small of her back. "Stand up now, face the wall."

She rises, and I peel down her pants and panties, slowly. I stop just past her ass to admire it, noting the large pink spot from the spanking. I kiss it gently, and she laughs. It is a struggle to get the pants over her feet, but we get it done. She turns around and stands naked in front of me.

"Lay down and spread your legs."

By now she has realized her sweat won't put me off. But I'm not sure if she knows it enhances my pleasure. She lays on her back on the sheet. I crawl between her legs and breathe in her scent. I love it.

Wasting no time, I lick up and down her lips, tasting her. My tongue dips into her cunt, then up to her clit. She is already wet. She stretches her arms down her sides, and I take her hands in mine. Usually, she reads erotica during foreplay to help her get into it, but today she just closes her eyes and lays still, squeezing my hands when I hit the right spot.

"God that feels so good, right there, don't stop!"

I circle her clit over and over, with the same rhythm, for minutes. I watch her body tense, her breath catch, and her face contort in pleasure as she nears orgasm. I can tell she is close and consider adding a finger, but stop myself. I want my cock to be the first thing to penetrate her.

"Oh fuck, I'm close..." she says between rough breaths. I hold my rhythm a little longer.

"FUCK!" she screams as the orgasm hits. She curls forward and grabs my hair, pulling my face hard against her cunt. I slide my mouth up and over her clit and suck it hard. She traps my head tight between her sticky legs and thrusts her hips. My cock gets very hard, very fast once she squeezes me between her thighs. I grab her hips, and keep licking and sucking her clit for one of her longest, most intense orgasms. Finally, she opens her legs and releases my hair.

I pull my head up to catch my breath, and I see her smiling at me. She glistens with new beads of sweat from her orgasm. I still feel the warmth and stickiness of her thighs on my cheeks, and her juices have soaked my beard.

"Did I do okay?" I ask her.

"So good...thank you..." she responds. "What can I do for you?"

Normally, after going down on her, she offers to blow me to get me hard before we fuck. But I am rock hard already, and doubt she wants a sweaty cock in her mouth. I wipe my wet beard on the sheets, then crawl over her. I bend down for a deep kiss, during which I poke the tip of my cock against the entrance of her soaking cunt. She opens her eyes wide.

"God, you are so hard! Please fuck me..."

I sit up and shake my head. My cock still rests against her.

"If you want it, take it."

She looks confused. I take my hand and slide the head of my cock up and down her slick lips, then put my hands on my hips, waiting. Slowly a smile spreads across her face as she understands my meaning. Her hips begin to make small circles, with my cock barely dipping into her. We both moan, savoring this first penetration.

She props up on her elbows to push towards me another half inch. My cock begins to spread her, and she gasps in pleasure. I groan at the amazing feeling of this slow torture. She is incredibly tight, but so wet.

She reaches her feet behind me to hook her heels against my back and pulls herself toward me while I remain still. Another inch inside her, a new face of pleasure. It takes all my willpower not to finish this in one thrust. My cock is harder than ever.

She stays here for a moment and wiggles her hips, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of the end of my cock inside her. Eyes still closed, she pulls her legs again for another inch, but I cannot wait. When she pulls me, I bury my cock to the hilt in a single smooth, slow motion. It seems almost too big to fit. Her eyes shoot open, meeting my stare. I pull her forehead to mine as I slowly begin to move my hips.

I start slow. I slide my cock out to the tip, and ease it back in. Again, even slower. We watch the pleasure on the other's face. I kiss her as we slowly fuck. It feels amazing.

I stop and lean back, towering over her. She looks up at my body, still sticky from my workout.

"You look good," she tells me smiling. "You look perfect."

"You look so sexy with my cock inside you," I say back, gazing at her shiny curves. A bead of sweat runs between her breasts. I have had enough of slow and sensual, and need fast and rough. I cradle her head with one hand, running my thumb along her cheek. Without meaning to, I growl when I exhale.

"I need you now," I tell her, not really sure what I mean. I have her, don't I? My cock is deep inside her. But she seems to understand, and nods once.

"Use me."

At her words my hips start to move, speeding up on each thrust. I leave one hand behind her head and grip her breast hard with the other. It is still slippery with sweat, and I love it. Her thighs slap against me, the skin sticking slightly. She grabs my arms and rolls her head back, whispering profanities that increase in volume as my movements become more furious.

"Fuck...don't stop...don't stop...right there!...oh god...HARDER...FASTER...FUCK ME!!!"

Do any other guys get aggravated when your lady tells you to go harder or faster, when you are already giving it your all? I admit, it has irritated me before. But this time, I'm going to give her what she wants.

I speed up my fucking to the maximum, slamming my cock into her hard each time. I move both hands onto her shoulders, next to her neck, and throw her body into mine on each thrust. The room is filled with sounds of the bed creaking, our skin slapping, me grunting, and her screaming in pleasure. Her tits swing up and down, almost hitting her chin. I see a drop of my sweat land on her body.

For minutes, we fuck ferociously. I move my hands to her chest and stomach to pin her down, and relentlessly pound her cunt. Finally, I slow my pace and sit back, breathing heavily.