PLAYTIME — PART XV — POST-EXERCISE

PLAYTIME – PART XV – POST-EXERCISE

Eating fries and chili at Wendy’s, Mary met John for lunch. Not surprisingly, he’d ordered the same — increasingly on the same page.
“Such a treat, dear,” said Mary, “to meet you for lunch…”
“Well, you know, we’ve done so many different things lately. I thought maybe I’d take the initiative for once….”
“What do you have in mind, you sexy man?” said Mary with an devilish glint and hoping for the best.
“Are you wearing any panties under that pretty dress?”
“No.”
“See that guy over at the other table? He’s been staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking. In a minute or two, uncross your ankles and spread your legs – give him a real good beaver shot.”
She giggled. “You lecherous goat.”
And then a minute later, she did just that. Caught the fellow staring and locked eyes. He hastily jumped up and left the area, embarrassed. They laughed at the success of their game.

John tore open the cracker and smashed it, dripped it into his chili. He looked at his wife as he picked up a fry, dipped it into the ketchup, and brought it to his mouth. Slowly and lasciviously inserting it, he said, “When you get home tonight from your Curves session, don’t shower or take off your exercise clothes. Keep your tight black Spandex leotards on, and wear a tight tubetop.”
“But I’ll smell like a pig!”
“No, you’ll smell sexy. I like a woman who works out and sweats.”
Mary knew he liked her “normal” smell, not the hand lotion or the body lotion she used regularly. And she realized that her husband was turned on by an energetic “fit” woman. A little sweat was fine. A lot of sweat was better.
“Do you want me to bring anyone else over – Kelly?”
“No, I think one lusty whore will do,” he said.
“Oh baby, you know I’m an A-Number One Whore,” said Mary.
“I’m counting on that,” he replied.

HE TAKES THE LADY

John arrived home about 8 pm. He knew Mary would come home an hour later.
With an hour to prepare, he showered and then to surprise her, he shaved off his pubic hair. Together, they had shaved her, inspiring him to heights of fantasy and some hot sex, and this, he thought, should do the same for her.
John changed the bed sheets, lit a vanilla candle in the bedroom, turned down the lights, and changed into his sweats. Out the door, down the road, he jogged easily for a ten-minute run, a deliberately-calculated sex ploy. He knew that Mary, like him, was turned on by a sexy, sweaty body. It was something about being fit, the pheromones drive you wild.
As he came to the house, he saw a familiar jogger coming from the other direction – their alternate running route. He
jogged in place, watched his wife come toward him. Her compact breasts bounced as she ran with an economy of motion learned over time and a number of ten-K races. She saw him, pulled herself to a stop.
“You’re already here!”
“Yes. And now you, too.”
“What timing….”
“You know I’ve always been good at that, right?”
“You bet.”

Running shoes, black skin-tight Spandex, and the tight tubetop he had requested. Mary stood with her hands on her hips. Sweat glistened on her forehead. “Wanta go for a run together?”
He moved closer to her, two hands beside her head. He moved her head down to his chest, and she smelled his sweaty body. He lifted his tshirt. She tasted his chest, lifted her lips to his nipples, sucked. Hard. In a surprise move, she moved her mouth to his armpit, inhaled and licked. “Oh god, you turn me on,” she said.

John had prepared. He knew it was usually Mary who initiated sex, but now he had decided it was time for him to take the bull by the horns.