We got to the high school gym just as the night weight lifting class was getting out. Working for the police department gave me access to the key to the gym, and its weight room. It was the high school's way of thanking us for providing security at all their games and dances. Wendy and I stood upstairs and watched as the class left for the night. I particularly noticed a cute redhead, with a well-toned bottom and long, curly hair. She looked adorably cute in her white weight lifting shoes and her sweats and gray T-shirt with the neck and arms cut out.
"What are you looking at?" Wendy asked me.
"The same thing you were looking at," I replied.
"I was not!" She lied.
"Uh-huh. Sure."
My wife was as much a sucker for a pretty woman as I was.
Once they all cleared out, we got into the weight room and had the whole place to ourselves. I warmed up with some shadow boxing, and Wendy headed right for the treadmill. Her legs were already warmed up from our bike ride to the school. I stretched on a nearby bench and gave Wendy a wink before starting on the incline bench machine.
The time went by, and I was headed over to the bicep curl machine when Wendy ended her treadmill walk. She came over to plant a kiss on my sweaty forehead.
"I'm off to the little girl's room."
"Okay. I'll be here."
She trotted away on her strong legs and made sure to swish her hips a little as she walked, just to tease me a bit.
I finished my bicep reps. I finished my tricep extensions. I finished my sit-ups, twists, and three minutes of jumping rope. Wendy never came back.
I walked out into the hallway and looked down along the west wall of the gym. It was very quiet. I walked out onto the basketball court floor and looked up, wondering if she'd be walking around the top level of the gym. She wasn't.
Was she still in the women's locker room? I decided to check it out, and as I moved closer to the locker room door, my mind started going bonkers with scenarios of her slipping on some water and hitting her head on a sink, or being attacked by someone hiding in there.
I shoved the locker room door open, only to be greeted by another. I pulled it open and saw an empty locker room, but somewhere, a shower was running.
She was taking a shower? I knew she was sweaty, but she hadn't brought a towel, nor any clothes to change into afterwards. I figured she was planning on a drip-dry, and then I figured I had a golden opportunity to surprise her.
The idea of sneaking up behind her and taking her up against the wall of this huge shower where the girls' basketball team cleaned their teenage bodies was very erotic to me. The added danger of the nighttime janitors walking in on us made it even more exciting.
I sneaked up to the edge of the shower wall and slowly leaned over to peer inside.
It turned out that my wife had surprised me.
There she was, naked and standing under the conical spray of hot water, with one hand above her head holding onto the showerhead hose, and the other buried deep into the long, curly red hair of the woman from the weight lifting class. This same woman was kneeling on the shower floor, while Wendy's left leg was draped over this woman's shoulder, and the cute redhead busily lapped away at my wife's cunt.
I immediately turned around and stood mute.
I leaned against the cool shower wall, not quite sure of what I really saw. Maybe I was laying on the weight room floor, asleep after a hard work-out and dreaming all this. I looked again.
Wendy's wet body was shaking and her heel dug into the woman's back, pulling her closer and deeper between her legs. Her hips danced up and down and she was absolutely fucking this woman's face.