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  She was noticing other guys noticing her, and she wanted to look good for those other guys noticing her. It was enough to make my cock feel positively strained at the edges, and I thought about guys watching her bending over and doing all her usual routines and nearly came in my pants.

  I shivered. Put a hand down at the base of my cock and held a finger there to prevent anything truly awkward from happening. Meanwhile Stacy looked down at me and stared in astonishment. She licked her lips as she realized exactly what was happening right in front of her.

  “Did you seriously almost come just now because of me in this outfit?” she asked.

  7

  Stewing

  I wasn’t about to tell her that I’d almost nearly came because I was thinking about all the guys she’d known back when she lived here staring at her in her yoga pants and watching her going through her routine. No, all I could think about was how fucking sexy she was, and how fucking hot it would be to see other guys staring at her and thinking about how sexy she was, and that struck me as the kind of thing I should never tell my wife.

  Not if I was interested in keeping her as my wife, that is. Like I figured I could lose my wife as well as my job if I started talking about crazy fantasies like that!

  “Something like that, baby,” I said.

  She grinned. Got down on her knees in front of me. Then she really surprised me by leaning forward and pressing her tongue against my cock and running it up the length of my shaft.

  Sure I was in sweatpants, but still. Any sort of contact with my cock was the kind of contact that had me sitting up and taking notice, and she seemed to really be enjoying her little tease. She finished and held her tongue at the tip of my cock, then looked up and locked eyes with me.

  It was as though she was taunting me. As though she was trying to get me to come all over her sweet tongue. I was fucking close, too. All I could think about was how fucking hot it would be if she was down on her knees like this between some other asshole’s legs licking his cock. I thought about how the lucky bastard would feel looking down at my wife.

  Was she the girl he’d been fantasizing about for years? I thought about her talking about what she’d been wearing under her graduation gown. I’d known she was a popular girl. Cheerleader. Homecoming and prom queen and all that good stuff. I guess I’d never really thought about what that meant in terms of other guys checking her out though.

  Was she the girl that so many guys fantasized about? I still had girls from high school or college who made it into the spank bank from time to time, after all, and if my wife had really been the sexy social butterfly she made herself out to be whenever she talked about those memories then there was a good chance she was also a permanent fixture in a lot of spank banks too.

  Like Arnie. I wondered if he’d ever thought of her while he was stroking his meat, or while he was fucking some other girl. I wondered if my girl had ever run through his mind, or if she’d ever been under him and he thought of pumping his cock in and out of her and thought about what a damn shame it was that wasn’t something he’d ever get to do again.

  Then she stood up before I could do anything to stop her. Damn. She did a little twirl to show off just what she was going to look like while she was down there in the gym working on her oh-so-sexy body, and then she was walking towards the back of the apartment and away from me.

  It was one of those situations where I really hated to see her go, but I also really didn’t mind watching her leave! At the last moment, just before she walked into the kitchen, she turned around and blew me a kiss.

  And then she was gone. Just like that. Leaving me up here with the laptop by my side and my cock rock hard and a trail of wetness running up the front of my pants where she’d been using her tongue to do that most incredible and delicious tease.

  I sighed and threw my head back against the couch. It wasn’t fair that she could tease me like that! All I wanted was for my wife to blow me while I was thinking about all the ways she might’ve blown other guys once upon a time. Was that too much to ask for?

  Apparently if the way she’d just been teasing me was anything to go on then yes, it was too much to ask for. Not to mention I still had the feeling that if I did something stupid like tell her about this strange fantasy that’d taken over my imagination then she would do something stupid like tell me she never wanted anything to do with me ever again and then she’d go to a divorce attorney and that would be that.

  I really didn’t want that to be that. No, what I wanted was my wife blowing me, damn it. Or my wife climbing on top of me and riding me while I felt her tits or grabbed her by the waist and bounced her up and down on my cock.

  It’d been entirely too long since I was inside my wife, and if this fantasy was going to put me in a place where I could finally get it up long enough to get inside her then damn it, I wanted to get it up long enough to fuck my wife!

  Though it did occur to me that there was maybe something I could do with this. Maybe it was that I still had a raging hard on that was doing most of the thinking for me. Maybe it was that I had a hard dick for the first time in quite some time, and I was going to do whatever the hell was necessary to get that hard dick exactly what it wanted!

  I seriously felt like a teenager again. It’d been so long since I’d felt like this. So very fucking long. And I was high on the feeling of actually being aroused and actually being able to do something about that arousal for the first time in…

  Well I didn't want to think about it. Let's just say there was a good reason why my wife was so excited about the return of my hard on.

  And she was down there working out right now. She was down there showing off the curve of her incredible ass in those incredibly tight yoga pants. She was down there showing the world what she had, and there was nothing to say I couldn't go down there and have a look at the world having a look at what she had.

  Maybe if I'd been more in my right mind there would’ve been a part of me that was screaming out that spying on my wife was a terrible idea. Maybe if I'd been thinking with something other than the brain down below I might not have done it, and things might not have played out of the way they eventually did.

  Though, looking back, I seriously doubt that. After all, my dick was calling the shots, and right about then all I wanted was to see my wife being a naughty little slut!

  So I put the laptop lid down. That could wait until later. No, right now all I really wanted was to see my wife going through her workout routine.

  I wanted to see that in a way I hadn’t wanted to see my wife since we first got together and I was exploring her body for the first time.

  Not to mention it’d been a while since we’d gone to the gym together, and I was ready to see that again! Even if there was a part of me that wanted to hide so she wouldn't actually see me checking her out while she did her workout routine.

  So I headed downstairs to see what there was to see.

  8

  Sneaking

  I made my way down the back stairs. They creaked under my feet, but I didn't give a fuck. After all, Stacy was going to be down there doing her thing in a gym full of people. Or, if it wasn't full of people then at the very least it would be full of loud noise.

  It was like an unspoken rule or something. Any time there was a gym there had to be loud music pumping like it was a club and not a gym.

  I reached the bottom of the stairs and took a deep breath. My pulse raced. I wasn't sure why I should feel like that. We were just talking a small town gym, after all. A place where that Arnie dude had gotten together the bare minimum of equipment that would be required for a bunch of muscle heads to get together and do their thing. It was really more just the guy finding a way to have his hobby become a tax write off by making it a business.

  It's not like there were going to be all that many people doing the whole bodybuilding thing in a small town like this, right?

  I pushed open the door leading to the first floor, and my mouth f
ell open. The place was full. More full than I ever would’ve imagined. Damn.

  Not to mention the place was full of dudes pumping iron. Guys who looked like they could be on the cover of bodybuilding magazines.

  Guys who, if I'm being perfectly honest, had me wondering exactly what the hell was going on in this small town that there were this many guys who were clearly so ripped!

  If these were the kind of guys Stacy hung out with back in the day… Well it was a miracle she'd ever been interested in a guy like me. I immediately felt embarrassed by all the times I'd gone strutting around in front of her at the gym like I was something special.

  Compared to these muscled out hulks I was nothing, even if I did try to stay in shape.

  At least I’d tried to keep myself in shape back when we were first dating. I'd admittedly let myself go just a little bit since then, and I was really feeling that as I looked at the gym. Fuck!

  There was something else that ran through me at the same time. Something to accompany the overwhelming feeling of shame I got as I stared at those guys.

  Jealousy. Jealousy mixed with that fantasy that’d been running through my head ever since the first time I saw that Arnie guy and wondered whether or not my wife had gotten with him.

  Now I found myself staring at all the guys doing the bodybuilding thing, and I wondered if she'd gotten with any of them. There were enough of them who looked like they were close to her age, or maybe a few years younger than her, that I could imagine her under any one of them. Their muscled bodies straining as they looked down at my petite and oh so sexy wife who had that sexy body with her tits bouncing…

  I shivered. I was hard all over again. I had to adjust myself. It's not like any of them were looking, but at the same time I was well aware of what it would look like if somebody saw me staring at a bunch of musclebound dudes who were pumping iron.

  It's not like I was necessarily worried about somebody calling me gay, but I wasn't gay. For all that I was getting all hot and bothered thinking about these guys pumping their dicks into my wife.

  I found myself really interrogating that thought. Really wondering if maybe it wasn’t the guys who were turning me on, but no. That was a ridiculous thought.

  After all, I'd gone my entire life doing the whole exercising thing. I was no stranger to hitting the weights. I was no stranger to seeing guys who looked exactly like these dudes when I was involved in sports back in high school and when I was exercising and trying to impress Stacy back in college.

  And at no point at any of those times had I ever looked at one of those guys and gotten hard thinking about how much I wanted to fuck them. I looked at guys like that and thought about how nice it would be if I could have a body like that, sure. Who didn't look at muscular guys like that and think about how nice it would be to have a body like that?

  But wanting to fuck them? No. That wasn't something that’d ever occurred to me, and it certainly wasn't something that was doing it for me now. It was entirely the idea of thinking of my wife pinned under one of these muscular dudes that was turning me on. It was entirely the idea of thinking of her getting so turned on by being around them that she couldn’t help herself and let herself be seduced. The idea of her getting so turned on while they were fucking her that she let them blow a load deep inside her eagerly waiting sopping wet pussy.

  Yeah, it was definitely the naughtiness of imagining my wife doing something like that which was turning me on, and damn. I shivered just thinking about it all over again. I started to shake as I imagined her so overwhelmed with lust she decided to fuck one of these dudes rather than going back up to our new apartment to fuck her husband.

  After all, there'd been so many times when she'd asked me to have a little bit of fun with her in the bedroom. So many times when it was clear that all she wanted was her husband. So many times when I hadn't been able to give that to her.

  Some of the residual shame left over from those days was filling me now. So I was imagining what it would be like if the ultimate forbidden scenario happened. If she found herself going for another guy rather than me because I couldn't give her what she so desperately wanted. What she needed from me.

  I guess there’d been times when I'd wondered if she’d ever actually do something like that. Times when I wondered if her desire to get laid would be enough to override her desire to be faithful to her husband.

  Yeah, now that I thought about it, there'd been a few sleepless nights when I'd stayed up thinking about exactly that sort of thing. And now I was wondering if this maybe was my mind's way of taking that worry and making something out of it. Basically taking my fears and anxieties over what my wife might or might not be doing with other men, and turning it into something that turned me on rather than making me sick to my stomach.

  Because as I looked out over the gym and saw all the men in there, and a couple of women who looked entirely too good for a small town out in the middle of nowhere like this, at least not what I would’ve imagined for a small town like this, and I found myself both turned on and sick to my stomach thinking about what my wife might get up to here.

  9

  Caught

  They sure knew how to raise them out here. That was for damn sure!

  "Holy shit,” I breathed to myself. “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into here?"

  I looked at a couple of the women doing their exercise thing. They were in various stages of undress. Which is to say they were all in sports bras, and some of them wore tight shorts while others were in yoga pants, but all of them had the kinds of hard bodies that I’d expect from a serious iron pumping gym in the city. They weren’t what I’d expect from a rural town where I’d thought everybody was either old, fat, or all of the above.

  And as I looked out across the gym, careful to stay near the back and in the staircase just a little bit so no one could see me, I realized there was one woman in particular who was getting all kinds of attention.

  That woman was none other than my wife. Sure the guys were trying to be discreet about ogling her, but that didn't change the fact that they were staring at her and they were very clearly enjoying what they were seeing on display there.

  We're talking guys standing with their tongues hanging out all but panting as they stared at my wife. More particularly as they stared at her ass as she did some squats expertly in the squat rack.

  I grinned a goofy grin as I stared at her doing that exercise. It was something I well remembered from my own time in the gym back in the day. I guess I probably should’ve known even back then that there was something different about her and the kind of workout routine they got up to in this town considering she could squat almost as much as I could despite the fact that she had such a petite frame.

  I'd always told myself it came from her time in dance and cheerleading. That she had to have some muscles if she was going to do well in those sports.

  "What are you doing hiding in there?"

  I jumped. Then turned to see none other than Arnie coming out of a door I hadn't seen in the back. As it closed behind him I had a glimpse of what looked like a back room that didn't look nearly as nice as the rest of the gym. It looked unfinished.

  There was a refrigerator, a counter on one end that had all the looks of a break room counter for food, only this one was covered in tubs of protein powder, and a bunch of equipment and other stuff piled up in what was clearly an impromptu storage area.

  I wasn't sure why I was sitting here thinking about the particulars of his back room when I should've been more concerned with the fact that he was standing there smacking his hands together and hitting me with a very speculative look.

  It wasn't exactly a challenge. No, not exactly, but it was still clear that he was wondering what the heck I was doing back here. It occurred to me that he might think I was standing here creeping on the nice paying customers.

  I was creeping on one customer in particular, sure, but she had a ring on her finger that said I could stare at her ass
as much as I wanted without getting in trouble. Not to mention I wasn’t even sure if she was a paying customer, come to think of it.

  “I’m watching Stacy," I said, deciding honesty was the best policy. "Have you seen what she looks like when she gets into her exercise routine? It's been way too long since I've seen that."

  Arnie's eyes moved out across the gym and settled on Stacy. She was doing some sort of exercise that involved bending over and lifting one leg up. Which basically had her in a modified doggy style position that showed off the dangerous curves of her ass.

  Talk about the kind of mouthwatering sight that a man like me lived for. There were still times when I stared at her and couldn't believe she was my wife. That she was that fucking hot, and she wanted no one but me.

  Even as I found myself wondering if she really and truly did only want no one but me. After all, there were a lot of guys in here who could’ve been stand-ins for the real Arnold back in the day. And they were looking at my wife like they wouldn't mind having a chance with her.

  I wondered if any of them were thinking about whether or not they would like to have a second chance with her. Which would mean that they’d already had a first chance with her, and that thought had my body shivering and shaking.

  Arnie chuckled.

  "I'm surprised man," he said.

  "Surprised?" I asked, turning to him.

  "Well yeah," he said. "It isn't many guys who could watch their wife getting obviously checked out like that and be cool with it."

  I jumped at that, but tried not to be too obvious about it. What he was saying was awfully close to the fantasy that’d been running through my head. Close enough that it made me just a little nervous. Close enough that it had me wondering exactly what he knew.