Since she was 24, the year we got married, my wife has not been particularly sexed
up. In fact, she only seemed to need an orgasm about once a month, if that often,
sometimes not for over a three month period in fact. So when I walked out onto the back
porch and saw her sitting there, her feet up on a low stool, her legs spread a bit holding
her dress apart so that I could see all the way up there, her little pussy lips showing in the
fading light, I felt warning buzzers going off all the way up and down my spine.
"Hi baby!" I said, trying my best not to stare at her unexpected exposure.
She watched me as I set down the tray that held our salads.
I handed her her salad plate and the bottle of her favorite salad dressing after I sat
down, still trying desperately not to stare at her . . . oh hell, call it what it is . . . her cunt.
She started picking at her salad as her eyes stayed on my face. We ate for a while,
quiet in the evening stillness.
Out of the blue she asked, "Do you think my . . . my . . ." she blushed, "my
womanhood? I mean, do you think she's, um, pretty?" Her eyes were riveted on mine.
I couldn't help it, I glanced down.
My wife spread her thighs even further as she slid the hem of her dress up farther,
giving me a direct unfettered view of her . . . cunt.
"Would she be prettier if I plucked her? Do you like her . . . you know . . . hairy?"
My eyes were locked on her cunt lips.
Leaving her legs open and her dress pulled up, she seemed to be clenching and
relaxing her cunt lips. "I'm doing my Kegels." She kept clenching and relaxing her cunt
lips. She slipped a finger into her cunt and giggled. "I can feel her squeezing inside."
When I glanced up, her tit was out of her dress. She was caressing her nipple with
her other hand. It surged outward as she did so.
"Do you like my breasts, honey?"
When I looked back down, she was toying with her clit. Her middle finger dipped
into her pink cunt gash then circled her clit in tight slippery circles.
I looked back up and saw she was tugging at her nipple, even twisting it as she held
it extended, her boob stretched between her chest and her finger stretched nip.
Her hips started to thrust forward and backwards as she again inserted her finger
within, then once again diddled her clit.
She started breathing hard; her eyes closed; her hips started thrusting. She inserted
two fingers in her cunt, deep and started clenching her hand. "OH! OH! OH!
GOOOOOOOOOOOD!" she groaned. Then a gush of wet stuff shot out of her cunt and
splashed all over my face, shirt, and trousers.
Her whole body seemed to relax. She smiled dreamily. Her legs started to move
spastically. After a few minutes she stilled, then she stood, stuffed her tit back in her
dress; her hem dropping down to cover her cunt. I could see liquid running down her
"I'm going to shower," she said, and stepped through the door into our kitchen.
I started to unzip but our 10-year-old daughter walked around the corner of the
house into the back yard. "Hi Dad! I'm home!"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did Babe."
"No, I mean can I ask you a question about what happened today at the club?"
The look on her face told me she was being serious. She was dressed in some
skintight dark stretchy blue thing that showed off every single millimeter of her body.
The leggings on it only went bout an inch below her cunt lips and barely covered her
perfect little tight, firm ass cheeks.
About three months before she had decided she needed to lose five pounds. Now,
bear in mind, this is on a 98 pound woman. That's a five percent body weight loss. You
know, the illusive five pounds that I had never seen, nor ever been able to detect. But she
made some friends at the club and she tells me that she was now able to run a five-minute
mile. Her tight little body makes me drool when I look at it. Especially when she wears
her latest workout getup, which is the dark blue, skintight outfit I mentioned above.
Finally I realized that I needed to answer her. "Sure Babe. What's up?"
She removed the magazines and knickknacks off the low table that we keep in front
of the couch. She sat on the narrower of the two widths then leaned back onto the top.
Her perfect little ass was right on the edge of the table. I could see where her little
mound was pressing the fabric of her thin shorts up. I could even see the ethereal shapes,
the gentle waves of her cunt hair through the fabric. I noticed that in this position, the
lower hemispheres of her ass cheeks were now visible.
She looked into my face. "My trainer at the club tells me over and over that the
position of a person's body when they are using a piece of equipment is very important.
He says otherwise I can injure myself. So I was lying on the bench of Nautilus machine
that I do my chest workouts in." She spread her thighs a little bit, about the width of the
workout bench, I think.
She looked a little embarrassed. "I noticed that a lot of the guys were watching me.
Someone said, 'Her Thor, you better show her how to place her legs on that machine'.
My trainer, that's Thor, walked over and put his hands on my legs. Stand between my
legs honey, and I will show you how he told me to place my legs."
I did as she asked. Standing between her legs, looking straight down at her hips,
there was no missing the shapes of her cunt lips through the skimpy fabric. A line of
moist fabric lay exactly parallel to and centered between the ridges that caressed her cunt
lips. The line of darker fabric emphasized the shape of her vaginal lips.
She started talking again before I could comment. "So Thor put his hands on my
legs . . . give me your hands, I will show you . . . and opened my thighs up." She took
my proffered hands and placed them so that my elbows were out, and my fingers were
parallel with each other. With my hands between her thighs, my little fingers were
actually lying upon her little cunt lip ridges. "A little bit closer up." She slid my hands
up and placed my little fingers directly on the center wet spot between her cunt lips. The
tips of my little fingers were touching. The tips of my little fingers could feel her stiff
little clittie beneath the fabric. "Then he pulled my thighs apart like this." With her
hands she pushed my hands apart so that her thighs went almost ninety degrees to her
body. The fabric of her shorts now was stretched so that I could actually see the ridge of
her clit between her more widely separated cunt lips. The dark wetted line started at the
top of her clit and continued down almost to her sweet little asshole.
"He held his hands there like that while I did some weight lifts. He talked me
though doing them each time. Then he told me to keep lifting while he stepped back.
His eyes watched me while I lifted, but his eyes kept looking from my knees to my
shoulders. He said I was doing really well and to keep doing them until my arms tired. I
only had about ten pounds on the bar, so I did thirty-seven of them! Isn't that great?"
I looked toward her knees and realized that my wife's cunt was now totally exposed
to anyone that was slightly off-center to her line of her body because the sides of her
skimpy short shorts had pulled upward when her legs went apart.
"The guys all watched and complimented me on my perfect technique while I was
doing my chest exercises. It felt really good that all those guys were interested in me
doing my lifts perfectly!"
My eyes were glued to my wife's widely spread cunt lips, her stiff little clittie lying
there between them, and all perfectly visible to anyone looking at her, such as myself.
I glanced back up and noticed that her nipples were hard as little pebbles and
protruding stiffly, tenting the fabric of her slinky top.
"When I finished my chest lifts, all the guys went into the locker room to shower,
so I had the whole weight room to myself. But I am concerned that my technique may
not be perfect on the other stations because Thor wasn't there to check it. Do you think I
should pay for some one-on-one training with Thor so he can walk me through all of the
I was still staring at her cunt, and at the vertical line of wetness that centered on her
cunt lips, and her clit, and as I watched, her inner lips slowly parted allowing me to see
all the way up into her cunt hole.
She sat up and began to move the knickknacks back onto the table. She placed a
candlestick right between her thighs, leaning up against her cunt. "Maybe I should do my
Kegels with this candlestick before I forget," she said.
She laid back, pulled her skimpy little gym shorts aside and inserted the candlestick
right up her cunt. She started squenching her cunt on the candlestick. Her whole belly
seemed to be participating in the exercise, her little hips rising and falling with each
Like a mesmerized victim of a hypnotist, I knelt between her thighs and watched
the candlestick moving as she exercised. I started rubbing my dick through the material
of my dress pants. Suddenly she erupted in a thick stream of clear liquid, covering my
face, neck and good shirt and favorite tie.
"OK, that's what Thor said should happen when I do that." And she sprang up to go
take a shower.
Like a zombie I followed her to the bathroom, but she shut the door in my face just
as the phone rang. "Would you get that honey?" she called. "If it's for me, take a
I heard the shower start.
My wife looked utterly confused when she walked into the kitchen. I was fixing the
"How was your workout Babe?" I asked.
She plopped into a chair as she dropped her gym bag on the floor beside her. "I
don't get it."
"Get what, Babe?"
She sat there for a moment or two. Then she shook her head again. I noticed that
she had on her new white skimpy partially see-through workout suit on. I could see not
only her starkly protruding nipples, but also the dark circle of her areola visible through
the fabric. God what a pair of titties. Small, yes, but perfectly symmetrical and
"I don't understand why men don't wear underwear when they work out."
That stopped me cold!
I shook my head to get my brain working again. "What in the world makes you
think they don't wear underwear, Babe?"
"Well . . ." she began, then stopped as her face again seemed to indicate she was
perhaps thinking, or maybe it was just . . . remembering?
I wondered if she had somehow accidently gotten a view up some guy's shorts.
"Well?" I asked as I started shucking the corn.
"Well, see the guys are nice enough to spot me when I am lifting weights. Thor
says I should always have a spotter so that I don't drop the weight on me or get caught
unable to lift it back up. And I really appreciate the guys helping me like that. It's very
nice of them." Her brows were furled in confusion.
"But?" I asked, hoping to get to the meat of the conversation.
"Well, when I am lying on the bench and trying to lift the weight, they stand with
their hands on the bar for safety, but in order to be in the right place to protect their lower
backs, their hips are straddling my face. So when I look up I can see all the way up their
shorts. And none of them wear underwear."
I turned around and looked at her. She was looking out the window at something, I
am not sure what.
"And when I am lowering the bar back down they of course bend their legs to
protect their lower backs and their . . . their . . . THINGS slide across my forehead and
sometimes even down the side of my face."
Now I was glad she wasn't looking at me. I think Noah's Arc could have slid in
through my wide-open mouth. I had a vivid picture of other men's pricks and balls
coming into contact with my wife's pert little face.
"The black guys things aren't really bigger then the white guys things though."
My mouth fell even further open, if that were possible.
"Well, they are when they're soft, but when they get hard, they're all about the
same length. Well, plus or minus a little bit."
"Yeah, lots of times their things get hard when they are helping me spot weights. I
don't know why, but they do. Some of them have this skin or something that covers the
end of their thing. You know . . . over the head of their thing?"
I had to sit down.
"Yeah, even when they get hard the skin is still over the head. It's kind of cute
actually, like they are shy or something. But some of them are like yours is and the head
is all out and naked looking. Sort of."
I was too stunned to talk.
"And you know what? They don't smell sweaty or anything. In fact they all smell
like they have just showered and put on aftershave or something. But a couple of the
guys have clear stuff that drips out the end of it when it gets hard. It drips onto my
forehead and into my ear while he is bending his knees as he spots me as I lower my
weight back down."
I tried to shake my head to get the circulation going again. I still couldn't form
"You know what else, honey? Their little sack thing is a lot saggier than yours too.
Yours are really tight and pulled up onto the little round things inside. But most of the
guys have long hangy sack things that feel kind of soft like they are caressing me as they
slide over my forehead and across my cheeks and over my ears.
This cannot be happening!
"Oh, and when I am doing curls they stand in front of me and if they get hard, and
most of them do, their hard things keep banging into my boobs and sliding along my chin
and across my mouth. I can smell their aftershave really well then."
I couldn't help it, I felt my cock start to rise as I pictured what she was describing. I
couldn't stop myself from visualizing all this happening.
"Several times I was really pushing hard to raise the weights back up and my mouth
came open cause I was trying so hard and their things stuck into my mouth. They don't
taste bad, so I haven't said anything. I think one guy left his in there on purpose, in my
mouth, for a while as he lifted the weight up and down with me. It was like having a
black skin covered lollipop in my mouth."
I could feel wetness running from my own dick. I knew that I was going to have to
change my trousers before the kids came to the table for supper.
"And then when I was doing my tricep curls, you know where I am bent over with
my face toward the floor, and I have one knee on the bench and the other foot on the
floor, and I pull the weight up and back, sort of toward my back, one of the guys was
standing behind me and his hips were against mine so he could spot me, his thing actually
got tangled up inside my workout shorts. Thor says I need to keep my legs spread widely
on that exercise too so I don't fall over sideways. Anyway, the guy's thing got pretty wet
before I was done with that set. I think it was his wet not mine, cause the wetness was
sort of white, not clear. And besides, most of it was inside me, not on my legs or shorts.
It didn't start running out of me until I was in the car. See?" She stood and pulled the leg
of her shorts open so that I could actually see the man's sperm draining from her cunt
My dick couldn't take it any longer; I exploded in my shorts.
"That's when I realized that a black men's goo is the same color as white men's
goo, like yours. The poor guy was really embarrassed. I told him not to be and that I
really appreciated him helping me by spotting the weights for me. He was really nice
about it and said he really likes doing it with me."
My head fell off my hand and bounced on the table, giving me a nosebleed.
My wife was standing in front of the full-length mirror, butt naked, flexing her new
muscles. I gave her a wolf whistle of appreciation. She grinned at me then looked back
at her reflection. "I think those protein shakes are really helping. My muscle definition
is getting better, don't you think honey?"
I was having a hard time not staring at her tits and ass. I forced myself to look at
her abs and thighs. "You're gorgeous Babe. Always have been. But I think your abs are
getting very 6 packy." Suddenly I realized her pussy was naked. She had no pussy hair!
"What happened here?" I asked as I patted her cunt mound.
"Oh, the guys at the club did me a favor and plucked her for me. They all thought I
should because they think a woman looks better naked if she has no hair there."
"Really?" I asked, a bit unsure how they really knew my wife's cunt had a full head
"Yeah, Thor said all the Greeks used to always do their exercises naked, so we are
all working out naked now. I love it because I can see my muscles as they flex." She
turned around so she could see her perfect little ass in the mirror. "See, when I flex my
gluts how much better I look now. And look at my calves!" She flexed both sets of
"You're working out naked?" I asked again, certain that she had said something
else and I had misheard her.
"Yeah, the guys started working out naked, so I figured if they do it, I should do it
too. Besides, it makes drinking the protein shakes a lot easier, you know, less messy."
Confused, I was thinking, 'Protein shakes, that's the second time she's mentioned
protein shakes. There's no protein shakes in the fridge. What's she talking about?'
"What do you mean protein shakes Babe?" I asked.
She turned sideways and flexed her bicep as she also flexed her pecs. Her little
titties did seem a bit larger when she flexed.
"Well, the guys give me their protein shakes for free. Thor says protein is really
good for people that work out a lot and want to build muscle definition. So I am drinking
protein shakes three times a day. The guys are really nice to give theirs to me for free,
don't you think?"
Something was not adding up. I must have looked confused because she looked at
me quizzically and asked, "What sweetheart?"
"Which brand of protein shakes are you talking about, hon?"
She giggled. "I'm drinking holistic shakes, not commercial brands. No sugar
added . . . ."
Then I started thinking about what she had said about working out naked. "So
there's a woman's workout room now?"
She turned 180 degrees and flexed on her other side. "Oh, no, we all work out in
the same weight room. The guys help me with my spotting and my form. And besides,
there aren't any other women that I know of. So it's just me working out in the men's
weight room. Thor pays me lots of attention. He is such a great trainer. I would be lost
She looked pensively at her image. "Do you think I should get a boob job, Honey?
Wouldn't my body look better if I had boobs that stick out more? Plump ones?" She
turned to face the mirror and pulled both her nipples out away from her chest. "The kids
sort of sucked the plump out of my boobs, didn't they?"
In my mind I was now trying to juggle new boobs, protein shakes, and her working
out naked with the men watching. I knew she had actually had one of them cum in her. I
hadn't said much, because she seemed to explain it as an accident. Besides I had been
too shocked to be able to think. And I had exploded in orgasm and that blew my mind
for a few hours. Ah hell, I have to admit it was sort of sexy to know so many men are
lusting over my gorgeous sexy little wifey.
"Did I tell you that I have lost two pounds already on the protein shakes, honey?"
She let her nipples snap back to her chest, then turned to look at her gorgeous little butt in
the mirror. Her middle finger slipped down and between her ass cheeks. "Thor says I
should put protein shakes in my bottom too. 'Faster protein assimilation' he says. So
that's where I put the shakes from the Latino guys."
"Huh?" I was utterly confused now.
"Yeah, and I drink the ones from the white guys, and I keep the protein from the
black guys in my little . . . kitty." She tapped her cunt mound.
Could she really have meant what she was saying? Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa . . . .
"Oh Hon, at about ten tonight Thor is picking me up to go to a party with him. He
wants to use me as a live advertisement for his Work Out Club. I'm going to walk
around and flex so people can see how good a trainer he is."
"Uhhhhhhh . . . ."
"So can I get my boobs done baby? I think I should. I think my body would look
so much hotter if I had bigger plumper boobs. Please baby?" She squeezed her nipples.
"Thor's club is really picking up a lot of new members. He is making a lot more
money and has bought a hot new Portia. Or is that Porsh? I can't remember. Anyway, I
need some protein hon. Can I have yours?"
While I was trying to figure out where in the world I had any protein shakes, she
knelt in front of me, pulled my dick out of my trousers and started sucking. "Your
protein goes into my mouth because you're a white guy. Cum right in my mouth baby."
And she started sucking my dick like a pro!
Utterly confused, I wondered, 'My cum is the protein shake she was talking about?'
Then it hit me that she had said the protein from the black guys went into her cunt.
What else had she said? The protein from the Latinos went in her . . . ass?
My not devious enough mind suddenly caught on. My wife was turning tricks for
this guy Thor and he was probably raking in the cash from selling her! Blowjobs, cunt
fucks, ass fucks, for the whole membership of the club! Everyday! And I was paying
this guy for the monthly gym membership dues? And tonight she was going to a party
where he would most likely sell her to the men there? This guy had bought a new sports
car at a 150 thousand a pop, the money for it all was coming from selling my wife?
"HONEY!" I said. "That guy Thor is selling your body for money!"
My wife started laughing. She pulled off my cock and said, "Ya THINK!?"
She was laughing so hard that she was rolling on the floor. Somehow something
came lose because suddenly some sort of plug flew out of her crotch and bounced off my
leg. Then a huge spray of white cum shot out of her cunt and covered both of my pant
legs all the way up to my crotch.
"Damn!" she shrieked, still laughing. "I just lost all my black protein shake!"