Tuesday is my favorite day. The day when my wife and I both have some free time in the mornings to spend with each other. She is more free than me, as I just kinda duck away from the work laptop for a bit and hope no one notices. The kids are out, and the house is quiet. It's a great time for a movie, reading on the couch, walking, anything really. Also, a great time for loud, empty-house sex, in my opinion, but she's more for bedtime intimacy. So that has been few and far-between.
For the past several weeks, the activity of choice has been working out together. We have a small, single person-sized gym at the house that I use every day, and she tries to get a few jogs in per week. But we also have a YMCA membership, mostly for the kids, and they have a very nice gym just a few minutes away. It makes for a nice change of pace from my daily home workout, and she likes to hit the weights every now and then. So, we lift "together", in the same area but doing our own routines, with occasional chats and flirty glances. It's been a lot of fun for both of us.
Today we hold hands as we walk into the Y, hit by a blast of A/C when the doors slide open. I am wearing a tank top and athletic shorts, and she has a tank top, sports bra, and yoga pants. We head towards the weights, and she stops me.
"I'm going to warm up on the treadmills, I'll be back in a bit," she tells me, and makes an exaggerated lip pucker for a kiss goodbye.
"Have fun. I'll be here." I bend down to kiss her, and she walks away to the cardio area. As I watch her mesmerizing ass move down the hall, I think to myself how lucky I am to be as attracted to my wife now, as I was years and years ago when we met. I head to the weights and start stretching for a heavy chest day.
In the fifteen minutes she is gone, I warm up with lighter weights and finish one set at my working weight. I see her walk in and head to the bands to warm up, glistening from her time on the treadmill. Her earbuds are in, and she pays no attention to me. The gym is pretty dead today, as it usually is at ten in the morning; just a few regulars mill around, all with their own earbuds. I am the only one enjoying the classic rock radio over the gym speakers.
I finish another set and get bored during my rest, so I walk over to her to say hi. She pulls out one earbud as I approach.
"Hi there, I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you a new member?" I ask jokingly.
"Oh yeah, I just joined. I'm new in town. This seemed like the best gym in the area, I'm really liking it so far," says my wife with a serious face. Then for just a moment, she bites her lip and gives me an eyebrow raise.
It takes me a bit to figure out what the hell is going on. Roleplay isn't something we have had much success with, although she has mentioned it once or twice. Last time we couldn't stop giggling, and it was not as sexy as we hoped. Well, this time I'm going to give my best effort to make it work.
"It is the best one, good choice," I say, after too long of a pause. "All the good-looking people work out here. You'll fit right in. I'm Chris by the way."
I extend my hand. My wife has mentioned before how all the hot actors in the Marvel movies were named Chris. It's the first name that popped into my head.
She smiled and almost laughed at my choice of alias, but she managed to hold it together. She took my hand.
"Nice to meet you, Chris. I'm..." She looked up in thought for a second.
"Sydney," she lands on. She must have borrowed that from the actress in the movie we watched recently. You know, the girl with the boobs.
"Sydney, that's a nice name." I consider making a confused glance at her chest to make her laugh, since my wife can't quite match the actress's cup size. (There are few who could.) But I resolve to stay serious, at least for now. Besides, it's not as if I can match Hemsworth's arms...
"New in town, huh? So, you moved here with your...boyfriend?" I ask. It feels weird to say. I haven't hit on someone I wasn't married to for almost two decades. I forgot how to do it, and that's assuming that I ever knew how.
"No, moved here alone. No boyfriend. But I assume you are working out here with your...wife? Girlfriend?"
"No, I'm single as well."
"Huh." Her eyes roam my body in a not-so-subtle manner.
Now what? Neither of us thought ahead this far. But I do want to finish my bench press before my muscles get cold.
"Well Sydney, I'll leave you to your workout. But would you mind spotting me in a few minutes on my last set?"
"Sure, let me know when." She smiles at me and puts in her earbud again.
I give her a little lip bite of my own as I turn away and head to the bench. I don't really need a spotter, but it seemed like the logical next step to picking up someone at the gym? I don't know. I wasn't given prep time.
After two more sets and some flirty gazes in the mirrors, I walk over to her. She is working her way through the leg machines.
"Hey Sydney, would you mind spotting me? It is feeling a little heavy, but I want to try one last set."
"Of course, be right there."
I return to the bench and settle in. She walks over and stands by my head, her legs inches from me.
"Wow, Chris," she says, "This is so heavy. But of course it needs to be, with muscles as big as yours."
I was this close to laughing out loud from that line. For starters, it was not very heavy, and my muscles are above average but far from huge. I kept it contained.
"Thanks for noticing. Yeah, I tweaked my shoulder last week so I'm keeping it a bit lighter today. I should have this no problem, but I feel better with a spotter."
Classic Chris, bragging about his lifts. I lift off and start pressing, taking my time with slow movement and long pauses with the bar on my chest. She makes an audible moan watching my pecs and arms flex. Thank goodness the other members have earbuds in. I rack after twelve reps, sit up and turn back towards her.
"Thanks for the spot. Let me know if you need anything."
"I will. Thanks for the show, Chris." She heads back to the leg curl machine, the one where you lay face down.
I guess we are ramping this up now. I put away the weights and head to a chest press machine for some easy accessory work. In the mirror, I watch her do a few sets on the leg curl machine. On each rep she brings the pad into contact with her butt, giving it a satisfying squish. I'm getting hard watching.
She moves to the squat rack and sets up for back squats. Once she has done a warmup set and added a bit of weight, she walks over to me.
"Hey Chris, I don't do squats too often and I'm worried about my form. Would you mind spotting me and giving me some tips?" she asks.
"Of course, I'll be right there." Easiest question of my life, would I like to get a close look at my wife doing squats in yoga pants? Yes, yes I would.
