Athletic Arousal (F)

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Athletic Arousal by Husky

“Woo! Nice job keeping up!” I spanked Mrs. Kitty right on her round booty-cheek as she came hopping in through the door. We are by no means a gym-rat couple, but we both enjoy jogging or exercising together. We’re each other’s motivation. Also—and this is the real reason, I think—I’ve been known to be horniest right around gym/exercise/shower time when all the sweat, muscle, and endorphins engage. There’s something about the body musk and the removal of the sweaty clothes that leaves the perfect window for some sexual action!

“Yeah! I think I’m getting faster!” She spanked me right back and winked at me.

We both wiped the sweat away from underneath our baseball caps and headed to the kitchen to make ourselves a little protein smoothie and have some water. My wife had just recently bought some new short-shorts for exercising, and I, for one, did not complain at all. They displayed her bouncy ass in such a tasteful yet tantalizing way, and I gazed at it all the way to the refrigerator. I pulled out the water and chugged about half of it; I was parched. My wife did the same, then we kissed, exchanging compliments again on how well the other did during our 2-mile run.

“So proud of you, babe. Good work!” I kissed her lips.

“You too, babe! It’s hot watching you exercise.” She kissed me back.

“Oh yeah? Hee, hee… Is that why you pretend to run slower, so you can watch me from behind?”

“So what if I do!”

Our banter at the refrigerator turned into a slow and concentrated make out session. I reached down, under my wife’s shorts and panty-line, to take two firm handfuls of her booty. She smiled as we kissed, and eventually, her hands wrapped around my neck. We were now in a position to do what we call “Up-Up”—I grabbed Mrs. Kitty’s butt and lift her onto my waist so she can wrap her arms and legs around me as I support her bottom. We continued kissing as I spread my legs a little to make a more firm base and pretended to bounce her up and down on my cock as if we were banging one out while standing up.

“Should we go for it?” she asked.

“Right now?”

“Why not!”

(The night before, when we were going to bed and discussing our plans for the weekend, I had an idea: I wanted us to role-play as two joggers who always pass each other on the track and then finally check each other out and hook up. My bride liked the idea, but our varying running speeds didn’t exactly make us sync up in the rhythm we thought for this fantasy. However, part of the role-play fun we discussed was having sex, but with our running shoes and baseball caps still on and nothing else – as if we just got back from our run and needed each other so bad that we stripped off the essentials, but kept the rest. This was the part she was really into, and even though our jog was over, she initiated the game.)

With her tennis shoes snuggly locked around my waist and her tongue around my ear, she whispered,

“…I thought you were never going to bring me back to your place! I was starting to go crazy watching your junk flop around in your running shorts…”

She sucked on my earlobe a little bit after making her confession. I grinned and squeezed her ass tighter before setting her down on the kitchen counter, our eyes now level with each other, and our hat bills bumping together. I turned my hat backwards and planted a love-bite on the side of her neck. The game officially started!

” You didn’t think I was going to hold off for too long watching your big girls bounce around the track, did you?”

My lips caressed the front side of her neck, and I nibbled lightly on her chin. She moaned ever so softly before chuckling and putting her hands on my chest.

“I kept hoping you’d notice me. Looks like my wish came true!”

My shirt was the first to come off. She tickled the little tuff of chest hair that peeks out from the top of my neckline and gave it a little tug, biting her lip. I got the message! I took off my cap, removed my damp, sweaty shirt, and popped my hat back on (per our agreement. *wink*) I handed her my shirt, and she took a whiff.

“Mmm! I hope you didn’t work out so hard just for me.”

She tossed the shirt aside and used her nails to graze through my chest hair lightly. Some parts of my torso were still slick with sweat. She pulled me in closer to the counter using her legs and gave my moist chest several long licks, lapping up the saltiness. She eventually found my nipples and swirled her tongue around them. I was in ecstasy! Something about being already a little wet from sweating so much and then being wet from her made me bite my lip and moan. I also happen to have sensitive nipples, which is a plus!

“You taste good, big boy.”

” When can I taste you?” I replied.

She immediately undid the back of her sports bra to let her sweet lady-fruits dangle and breathe. She teasingly shoved the bra in my face, but I used it as an opportunity to inhale the sweetness of her female odor laced with boob sweat and the faint scent of the perfume she sprayed on before our run. The sight of her boobs always makes me lose control. I grabbed both of them firmly and pushed her back into the counter, knocking over a couple of cups and some mail. Didn’t care! I leaned over her as she lay there, splayed. I gave her body a single, long lick from her belly button to her cleavage as she giggled and squealed.

There’s this thing that I do to her nipples that drives her crazy: I scrape my teeth from the base of her stiff nipples to the top as if I’m going to bite them right off but stop before taking the full bite, letting my fangs graze and tug on them. It tends to drive her wild! After I rubbed my face fuzz in-between her boobs, I did the teeth thing to her left nipple first.

“Mmmmmm. Talented mouth you have! Do you pick up jogger chicks a lot?”

I smiled but didn’t respond. I let my tongue swirl small circles around her mounds before landing on the nipple. Making eye contact with her, I took her left nipple into my mouth while fondling her right boob with my fingertips. She bucked her hips slightly and moaned as I tried to siphon the imaginary milk from her breast. When I thought she had had enough, I aggressively removed my mouth from her nipple with a loud POP. I grabbed her shorts with both hands and pulled both her shorts and panties down to her knees with a quick YANK. She squealed!

“Moving a little fast there, mister! Aren’t you going to… mmmmmmmmuuuuh!”

I interrupted her by shamelessly nuzzling my face into her moist and warm pussy muff. I let my tongue do the digging as I snaked it pass her peach fuzz to find her sex-bean (clitoris). After making her hips buck more with my tongue, I pulled her panties and shorts down over her shoes and tossed them aside. Our clothes slowly started to make a small pile on the kitchen floor beside us. I backed away to do the same, and while I struggled to get my shorts and boxers over my shoes, she perched her legs on the counter, opening herself fully. When I finally got them off, rocking only my tennies and hat, I looked up and stared right at a pussy that was already dripping down onto the kitchen counter.

“Cmon, jogger boy! Don’t just stand there drooling. A girl doesn’t have all day.”

She winked at me and tapped my nose playfully with the tip of her shoe. This was one of those rare moments that got locked in my memory’s sex-vault: my naked, wet wife with pink running shoes and a green baseball hat, bare-breasted, panting for me. It was amazing. There was also something so spontaneous and tantalizingly unique about the fact that we still had shoes and hats on that moved us into new sexual arenas. It felt like we were stepping into whole new personas and found it VERY exciting.  Luckily, in our old house, the kitchen featured a counter that stood perfectly level with my hips. So, when she spread herself for me, all I had to do was walk closer to her ready flower and let my straight, stiff cock glide right into her succulent hole. Time to give it!

“Oooooooooh, wow. Damn. There’s no way I was letting this sweet pussy run around me all this time.”

The inside of her pussy felt hot, warmer than usual. I assumed it was because of the exercise. I didn’t complain! When I entered her, she grabbed the edge of the counter behind her with both hands and said,

“Oh. My. Gosh. YEEEESSSS! Please give it to me, big boy.”

I pressed my full length into her and took both her thighs into my hands, spreading them into a V. She was positioned perfectly for me to start my humping. My hips were electric with energy, and it was beautiful to see her full tits bounce the same way they did back at the running track as I rammed her! Her pink shoes bobbed about as I gripped her thick legs. This was probably the most fun we’ve ever had in the kitchen.

“Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.” She resorted to these gentle, but almost whiny moans that made her seem pouty and naughty. I loved it! It was a new side of her and a new experience for both of us. It was fitting. I then dropped her legs and stabilized her on the counter by grabbing ahold of her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them at the same time.

“You have such big, strong hands, baby. Oh, gosh, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. MORE. That dick is soooooo good!”

She lifted one of my hands to her mouth and started sucking on my thumb; I knew what that meant. I pulled out of her pussy and went around to the other side of the counter, where her head dangled. Then, I laid my penis out for her open mouth and let her suckle at my sausage for a bit as my hands went right back to fondling her nipples. She moaned at my touch, in between sucking, but I didn’t mind. The vibrations from her mouth made sweet tingles down my shaft, and her hot mouth was pulling me down her throat with each suck. This was HEAVEN.

I pulled myself from her mouth, went back to the other side, and put myself inside of her again. Only this time, I scooped her up for an “Up-Up” and let her wrap her legs and arms around me once more. Now my cock really was inside of her, and I slammed my dick up into her with each rocking motion. Her legs held on tight, and her arms kept my neck close. Her heavy thighs slammed onto mine, and the slaps echoed throughout our tiled kitchen.

If you’ve never experienced the sensation of ejaculating while standing up with your naked wife in your hands, fresh from a jog, you’re missing out! When I finally cummed inside of her, I thought my legs would give out. After all, they were already spent from the running, squats, and leg lifts. But when the moment came, she hung onto me tightly, and I used all my strength to keep her supported and give her my cream. Then, I slowly knelt on the ground to lay her down. The tiling underneath actually added a nice coolant to our heat. Still in our shoes and hats, now covered in more sweat, we panted for each other and kissed tenderly as we came off of our high.

“When should we do this again?” she asked, biting my lip.

“Whenever I see that fine ass on the track again!”

This event happened about two years ago, but as I said, the memory isn’t going anywhere!

*wink*