"Honey, I've made reservations for a getaway tonight and already packed a suitcase for you. If you're up for it, we can leave as soon as you're ready."
That was quite a way to start off a Saturday afternoon, since too often their conversations were filled with the tensions left over from long-running arguments or daily friction. Although she refused to reveal any details, the thought that Diane would schedule what was obviously a vacation to rekindle their romance gave Jim a positive outlook on their marriage for the first time in weeks.
The anticipation of seeing Diane in something sheer and lacy was quite arousing. Dianne had always been good-looking, but lately she had gotten on some kind of fitness kick - probably some silly video dance exercise DVD - but she had definitely gotten a tighter, hotter body.
They had been driving for about a half hour and had actually been having a decent conversation for a change. Because they were headed towards Philadelphia, he was wondering whether the plans would include some cultural event, and he was trying to recall which of the pro sports teams might have home games.
She exited the highway at one of the upscale suburbs that narrowed the options to one likely suspect, since it was near one of his favorite hotels. They had stayed there a few years ago for a conference, but it was extremely memorable for its fitness center, which had operated for a few years as an independent health club. The well-equipped glass-enclosed gym overlooked the hotel's beautiful indoor pool and was architecturally elegant. What made it so memorable for Jim, however, was that he had set his two favorite personal records in that gym.
Not only did this gym have professional-level workout machines, it also had what had been a new toy for him, a Smith machine. This was a piece of equipment that allowed patrons to lift weights without needing a spotter, since the barbell rides on a pulley system that kept it horizontal and had safety catches.
It was the first time he had tried such a system, and compared to his previous best bench press of 175 pounds, he succeeded with two hundred! With the adrenaline flowing through his veins, he also bettered his 95 pound bicep curl to an even one hundred. Feeling like Hercules led to a particularly energetic episode of victory sex with Diane in the hotel room afterwards. That day had been the beginning of restarting a real workout program and muscle-building lifestyle.
Barely able to contain his excitement, Jim asked, "Are we going to the hotel where I benched two hundred?"
"Yes, Dear," Diane replied as they pulled into the parking lot. "I did make some special arrangements, though. Would you like to hear about them now or would you like them to be a surprise as the evening progresses?"
"Now," he insisted with overflowing enthusiasm.
"Okay. We have reservations for dinner in the restaurant, and then I've made arrangements with the manager to use the gym and pool after closing, so we have our own private fitness club from ten o'clock tonight until six o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Wow! That sounds fantastic!" he replied, as visions of a sexy workout danced through his head.
They had an extremely pleasant conversation over dinner, discussing other trips they'd taken, and even reminiscing about their honeymoon. Finally, by nine o'clock, he had run out of patience, so they returned to the room with the idea that they could start the aerobics portion of their workout before ten.
Opening his suitcase, he saw that she had packed his usual gym trunks and tee shirt, but also enclosed a new pair of interesting underwear. The red briefs had pouch support like an athletic supporter, but were styled like racing swimwear.
"This could be an interesting evening," he thought.
When they arrived at the fitness center they saw only two people in the gym and one family in the pool, so he took the opportunity to look around. His heart raced as he saw the oft-remembered location of his achievements. Laid out in the room overlooking the pool were the aerobics equipment, a mat area, professional-quality weight machines, and at the far end, sets of fixed dumbbells and barbells, and his pride and joy, the Smith machine with its set of Olympic plates on racks on the side.
They started running on the treadmills and Diane was setting a brisk pace with ease. Jim occasionally observed the other people in the gym. Both of them kept glancing at Diane in her tight shorts that highlighted her excellent buns. The woman on the elliptical seemed envious and the man using the weight machines seemed overtly lustful.
The hands on the clock finally reached ten o'clock, and the other patrons left as the manager came to lock up. He handed them a special key card to the fitness center, explained that the cleaning staff would not enter until six a.m. and assured them that he had turned off the video cameras in the gym and pool areas.
Diane smiled at Jim and gave him a big hug, compressing her delightful breasts against his chest. She explained what she had in mind for the evening. "I remember what an inspiration it was for you to make a new personal record here. I know you've been stuck on the edge of being able to bench four hundred pounds for a while now, and I thought this might be just the thing to get you there."
Jim was stunned into silence, then finally added, "I didn't know you cared about that, but that is an incredibly nice thought, and I appreciate the gesture very much."
Diane continued, "That's not quite all. Part of the surprise is that instead of a fitness DVD, I've been working out with your weights when you're not home. I wanted to get in shape a bit by myself before suggesting we start working out together."
"That's a very nice surprise," Jim replied. "You've been looking great, and I would really love working out together at home!"
Diane added, "I thought that to make it interesting, we should have a little competition. I figure you're about three times as strong as I am so if you can lift more than that, you win the round, if not, I win. We can use our usual strip-poker rules -- shoes count as one item and socks count as one item. We should simply work our way down the room at each station."
Jim was more than eager to join Diane in her plans for this sexy workout challenge, so he instantly agreed to the terms.
Diane suggested they start at the mat area with sit-ups. Jim realized he would probably get beaten on this one, but he was willing to give her this as a head start. She did sixty sit-ups without even slowing down.
"Wow," Jim commented, "I don't think I want to try to do a hundred and eighty sit-ups in a row, so I'll concede this round."
He took off his tee-shirt and she gave him another big hug. "Thanks for losing the shirt, Jim. You look very sexy."
He was pleasantly impressed by her excellent endurance on the sit-ups, but figured he could count on the upcoming strength-oriented events to catch up quickly. Next was the three-way leg station. Diane went first, and Jim drank in the delightful sight of her sexy and athletic legs pumping as she worked her way up to some very respectable weights of 180 on the leg press, 80 on leg extensions, and 70 on leg curls. After his turn, he felt he had done reasonably well, pushing the leg press to 570, the leg extension to 210, and the leg curls to 170. The outcome gave him feelings of both disappointment in himself that he had not tripled Diane's best, and pride for her that she had lifted more than one third of his maximums.
With good-natured generosity he conceded, "Well, Diane, you've clearly proven that you have extremely magnificent legs. I take off my hat to you... except since I'm not wearing a hat, here goes my sneakers, socks, and gym shorts." This left him feeling a bit exposed, standing in only the red form-fitting briefs. Despite his discomfort over having lost the first four rounds, he was still hopeful that he could take some rounds on the upper body exercises.
"Thanks, Jim. I'm really appreciating the view. I guess I'll go first again."
She moved to the arms station and Jim was struck by how shapely her arms had become. Jim was impressed to see her work up to 50 pounds on the bicep curl machine and 60 on triceps. Feeling very much in his element, however, he was delighted to be able to work up to the maximum two hundred pounds on each machine.
"Still got those big arms, Babe," she smiled. "So I owe you two items of clothing." Jim expected her to take off her sneakers and socks. Not much in the way of excitement, but necessary steps nonetheless. To his surprise, though, she added, "Maybe I'll follow your lead with top first."
As Jim had earlier, she used her first item as her tee shirt. Diane's abs were a very nicely sculpted view that Jim hadn't seen before. He presumed it was because today they were still pumped from the sit-ups session, and that he usually didn't see her just after her workouts... or had he just not been noticing? In any case, it made him look forward to their future workouts together.
Diane's sports bra protruded beautifully from her torso, making her chest appear twice the size of her tight waist. He tried to calculate... A 24-inch waist would mean a 48-inch bust, or a 36-inch bust would mean an 18-inch waist.... His brain was not functioning very well at math, so he abandoned the effort.
Jim presumed she would use her sneakers as her second item, and so he was shocked when instead, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her form-fitting shorts and slid them over the curves of her hips. Her smoldering tush was highlighted as she bent low to push the shorts to her ankles and step out of them.
"I hope you like this new thong," she cooed, as she slowly turned around to model it for him.
His eyes followed her beautifully-toned abdominals down until they reached the tiny V of fabric separating them from the flaring of her thighs. From behind, the strings revealed all of her superb glutes.
"...And, I think you deserve a bonus item for maxing out that poor defenseless arm machine." Again, instead of a more conservative choice, Diane stretched the bottom band of her sports bra forward and upwards to release her full and firm breasts. After pulling the bra completely off, she shook her head to straighten out her hair, causing her breasts to sway in a way that made Jim's cock ache.
"You look outrageously beautiful," he declared.
"Oh, you're just horny," she demurred.
"No, seriously, I don't know how you've done it, but you incredibly fit and sexy."
"I just tried to copy the things I'd seen you do in your workouts, but I'm looking forward to more advice when we exercise together at home," she said.
