I knew I was being watched, a feeling that just came over me, like someone wanted badly for me to notice something. I lifted my head from my work and turned to see my wife in the doorway to my home office. She was dressed in her yoga pants and a sleeveless half-shirt, unsurprising since her yoga class was that day, but it was the look on her face that claimed my attention, a look so plaintive it made my heart want to shelter her.
But I'd seen that look a lot lately, and this time, I was prepared. I hit a hotkey to save my work, since nothing else work-related was going to happen tonight, and gave no outward appearance of my anticipation.
"How was yoga, dear?" I let her see some of how glad I was to see her.
She swallowed and blinked as though a memory had intruded. "Good," she answered belatedly.
That was too obvious to pretend I hadn't seen. "Are you alright?" I said in mock alarm and stood.
"I'm fine," she said too quickly, all but confirming my suspicions.
"Are you sure? You know I'm here for you, whatever the issue." I stepped to her and embraced her shoulders, pulling her into my chest. She trembled against me, and before I could speak again, she lifted her face and captured my mouth with hers, putting her arms around my neck.
"Mmmmmm..." we each moaned into the other's mouth, lips opening, tongues dancing. My hands, pushed off her shoulders by her ardor, found their way up the back of her flimsy shirt. Finding no bra, further confirming my theory, I kneaded the toned muscles of her back toward her shoulders, pressing her torso into mine as a consequence.
"Yoga's been good for you lately," I tease, breaking our kiss and casually probing for information. "Something new in class?" Or somebody. "And isn't there something missing under your shirt here?"
She flushed prettily, hesitating, and I knew I was on the right track. "Some new students. And a couple new stretches that make my athletic bra pinch. I haven't had a chance to look for a new one."
I ran my hands around to her breasts inside the shirt, smiling to find erect nipples, which I tweaked gently. "In this shirt? You must give the other women a real eyeful, some the poses I've seen you do."
She gasped at my attention and then looked at me, biting her lip. I'd known that look for years. She wanted to tell me something but hadn't worked up the courage. Then I knew what I'd seen in the yoga studio parking lot a few weeks ago had really been what I'd thought.
"You know I can't resist that lip biting thing you do," I say, pretending to be sidetracked and returning to our open-mouthed kiss. Our mouths spoke without words for a minute, my hands pulling her shirt up to expose her chest to their attention, caressing and squeezing. Her breath betrayed her mounting excitement, and I pressed the advantage, breaking our kiss again.
"You're really in heat. You need this don't you?"
"Please..." she replied in a plaintive whisper.
"I think you need this bad enough to pay a price."
Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she could fully react, I pinched her nipples exactly how I knew would short circuit her brain straight to her pussy. She threw her head back in a stuttering gasp and thrust her breasts at me as I relaxed the pinch somewhat but still kept hold of her hard little bullets.
