"Zariah! Sweetie! Time for dinner!"
Martin was getting the last preparations in for his dinner. He found the simplicity of baked ziti such an easy meal to cook up. He pulled out the garlic bread from the oven, glazing the bread with olive oil. He dished up two plates, then brought them over to the table.
Zariah rushed in and sat down, then made a face.
"What's wrong, baby?" asked Martin.
Zariah gave her dad the puppy dog eyes. "I want hamburgers."
Martin let out an exasperated sigh, trying to keep himself from smiling. "Honey, give your dad a break. Look, there's ground beef in there. Just give it a chance."
Zariah picked up her fork, closed her eyes, and stuffed a huge bite of the ziti into her mouth. After a few chews, her eyes popped open. "It's good!"
Martin held up his hands in victory. "That's my girl." He sat down and put his cloth napkin in his lap.
"When's Mommy coming home?" asked Zariah.
Martin took a heaping mouthful of his own creation. He made a note to go easy on the oil next time. "Same time as always. She's just at the gym."
Shereen had been working out for over three months. Martin was starting to worry that she was getting up to something. However, given her gains, he did not doubt that she was spending her time at the gym wisely.
"Mommy looks skinny now," said Zariah, giggling and putting her hand to her mouth.
Martin raised an eyebrow. "Yup."
After dinner and bath time, Zariah was put into bed. Martin read her from her first chapter book, then got her under the covers and said good night. Martin stood in the hallway, feeling exhausted. He was glad it was Friday, as the routine of putting his daughter to bed was getting exhausting.
Shereen finally made it home, dropping gear and clothing as she went. "Sorry, baby," she said as she walked in to the living room. She did a quick jog over and kissed her husband. "Evie wanted to go get a drink right after. How was Zah?"
Martin slammed his book shut and threw it casually on the couch. "She's asleep."
Shereen froze in place with a big smile on her face, then dashed out of the living room up the stairs. Martin got up and dashed after her. When he got into the bedroom, Shereen had the back of her legs pressed up against the bed.
"Baby!" Shereen pleaded. "I didn't even get to shower!"
Shereen was wearing her bra top and a loose pair of gym shorts. Martin greedily grabbed at the shorts and yanked them down, stooping down to get a better look. Shereen's abs were getting tighter, and she was starting to get that fine L-shaped groove along her hip bones. He stuck his face forward into her pussy and began to lick away.
Shereen leaned into the bed and threw her head back, holding onto the mattress for support. She looked down at her husband working his magic. "Oh, my baby," she moaned. She reached down under her shirt and pulled it up over her head.
Martin stood up, then ripped off his t-shirt. "You went to the gym without underwear?" he panted, staring her right in the eye.
"I sure did, baby," Shereen whispered.
Martin smiled. "Nasty as hell. I love it." He unzipped and dropped his pants, while Shereen pulled down his boxers and began to stroke his dong. They kissed each other while Martin let his hands explore.
Martin got her to sit back as he hiked up his wife's legs. He was already stiff at this point. He squatted down a bit to get the proper angle, then inserted himself right in. He felt the strong heat coming off of her pussy as he began to thrust. Their mouths were an inch apart as they breathed heavily down each others' throats.
Martin was holding onto his wife's thighs, impressed both with their newly sculpted tone, as well as how wide her legs were able to get spread apart. He stepped up his rhythm, fucking her in perfect timing to her own thrusts. Her nipples were hardening as she started to moan and squeal louder.
"God damn, girl!" Martin panted. "You're getting fuckin' amazing!"
Shereen smiled. "You aren't the only one noticing, baby!"
Martin laughed while he panted. "Yeah? Some of those fools making moves on you?"
"Oh, they always wanted to fuck me, baby!" she moaned. "They aren't gonna get to. This pussy is all yours."
Martin gritted his teeth and gave a growl of triumph. He pushed Shereen back onto the bed so that she could lie down, then he got on top of her and continued his thrusts. Shereen had thrown her legs up in order to give him maximum access to the deepest parts of her. She threw her legs up behind his ass to keep him jammed in.
Shereen had her arms wide out as she braced herself for the dick-slam she was receiving. She reached behind her and grabbed a pillow, then pushed it into her face. She was screaming and moaning, then said something muffled by the pillow. Martin was not sure, but it sounded like she said, "Fuck me, Dewan."
"What you say, baby?" asked Martin, still pounding away.
Shereen threw the pillow aside and reached around Martin's neck. "I said fuck me, baby."
Martin grabbed his wife's ass, then guided her up onto all fours. Martin got up on his feet while she had her butt stuck up in the air. He pushed himself in again, loving that juicy feel after she had gotten warmed up. Shereen was starting to get that heart-shaped ass she had back in the day.
After a few minutes of hard pumping, Martin felt the pulsing coming through him. "Oh, baby," he moaned. "Oh, shit! I'm gonna..." Before he could finish that thought, he exploded inside of his wife. As soon as Shereen felt the heat of his jizz, her right leg started to shake and twitch. Martin had to hold it down just to keep her from falling off of the bed. She twerked her ass hard as Martin pulled out. Feeling a sense of mischief, Martin jammed two fingers into her and began to stroke rapidly.
"Baby!" Shereen shrieked. "Baby, what...AUGH!" Her ass bounced up and down more as Martin struggled to finger fuck her. He also decided he would try rubbing his wife's asshole at the same time with his thumb. She screamed in protest at first, then let him have his way. She eventually had her orgasm, batting his hands away while she laid out on the bed curled up in a fetal position.
Shereen rolled over to her husband, looking at him with wild eyes. "Holy fuck!" she said. "Just for a minute, that felt like...you know. Like I had an extra pair of hands."
Martin laughed. "Yeah, well, don't get your hopes up." He propped up a pillow and threw his head into it. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, then he turned his head to his wife. "Just what's going on at that gym, anyway?"
Shereen giggled. "What's the matter? You jealous of some young men who work out all day?"
Martin looked down at his own body. Certainly not a physical specimen, he was still in better shape than a lot of dads on the block. Still, he was getting somewhat nervous. "You're not being serious right now, are you?"
Shereen crept up and gave her husband a long kiss. "Get some sleep, baby." She pulled the comforter up over her and rolled over.
The next day, Shereen went out for a quick jog in the morning, then told her husband that she would be at the gym again tonight. Martin was a bit annoyed, as taking care of his daughter by himself was getting tiresome.
Martin was desperate to see what his wife was getting up to at this gym. As much as it pained him to ask the man a favour, he asked Travis if he could look after Zariah for a couple of hours. Zariah was happy to get to play with Dolce.
Martin drove out to the gym where he would find his wife. He felt a little awkward having to sneak around to see what his wife was up to, but curiosity was getting the better of him. There was a glass wall looking into an exercise studio. Several women were filing into the room, carrying foam mats. Shereen was there as well in her one-piece stretch workout outfit. They all filed in and found a spot on the floor. Martin was hiding behind the hedges, realizing how conspicuous he looked to anyone passing by. Luckily the hedges faced out to the highway, and there was no foot traffic nearby.
A man came out of one of the doors dressed in gym clothes. The guy was built like a tank, with impressive quadriceps muscles. His skin was very dark, and he had an impressive jawline with a pencil-thin mustache. He organized the ladies into a group, then got them to start with their stretching. He walked up and down between the ladies, stopping to help out the hotter ones.
Shereen was stooped down on her hands and her legs apart in a V-shape. The man was about to walk by when he stopped and pivoted. He stooped down to talk to Shereen, and she nodded her head. The man walked in behind his wife, keeping his crotch as close as possible to her ass and placing his hands on her back.
Martin growled. "Yeah, that fuckin' figures!" The weird thing was that he felt a wave of excitement wash over him, and he was surprised to find that his dick was getting hard.
Shereen then got on her back and lifted one of her legs up in the air. The man put her foot on his shoulder, then pushed up against her leg to get her to stretch farther. The man practically had his cock right next to her pussy at this point.
Martin grabbed at his own dick over his pants and gave a few quick jerks. As much as this was aggravating him, he was thinking that she might actually go for it. The two of them were staring into each others' eyes as the man held onto Shereen's thigh.
After what seemed like a lifetime, the man let go of Shereen's leg and got up to his feet, then looked as if he was about to start a class. Shereen made a naughty face at the woman next to her as the other woman started to laugh.
Martin had seen all he needed. He went back to his car, then drove back to Travis's place to pick up his daughter. Zariah was angry that she had to leave so early, but Martin assured her that they would have another time to play. He got her home and put her to bed.
Martin went to watch his tablet in bed. His wife eventually arrived home. From the sounds of it, she was puttering around in the kitchen. After a while, she came up to the bedroom.
"Hey, honey," said Shereen. She was playing with her hair as she walked in.
