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Workout Incentive Ch. 01

By: curl4ever



Author's note: This is my first story submission. Many thanks to honey123 for encouragement and suggestions and to angel love for her valuable editorial assistance.

"Since when did you get THOSE muscles?"

His wife's exclamation startled and shocked John on so many different levels that he didn't know what to think next. She had come downstairs and been watching him work out without his noticing. She hated the stacks of unpacked boxes cluttering the basement. She had an unspoken hostility toward his workouts, since sometimes he used exercise to relieve his sexual frustrations. In the past twenty years of marriage, she never so much as hinted that she liked his body.

John felt himself blush a bit with surprise and embarrassment. He quickly set down the curl bar, and stammered, "Well, I guess I have been working out more over the past year or so." He never really thought of himself as muscular, having been born with a skinny frame, and he had to work hard to get any shape at all.

To her own surprise, Mary was also thrown off balance by her comment. She thought to herself, 'Since when did you get THOSE muscles? Where did that line come from?'  She did think John was still a tall, handsome guy, and she did rather like his shoulders. When she saw him just now, though, it transported her to high school days, when she went to the basketball games to watch the players in those tank shirts. She suddenly remembered that they had nice shoulders that had a neat transition into nice arms. The thought brought an unexpected but familiar tingle to her nipples that she hoped wouldn't be too obvious. 

"Sorry to interrupt you," she said, "but I thought I'd try the treadmill for a change, since it's too cold and drizzly outside for a decent walk." Trying to keep the conversation light, she looked around, and remarked, "I don't remember such an elaborate set-up down here."

"Yeah, after I got the new bench a few years ago, I had added just a few, INEXPENSIVE things," John answered, hoping to head off a lecture about how he shouldn't be spending money on this junk. "The weight trees and dumbbell racks keep things organized and off the floor, and the pulley is for a homemade lat pull-down."

"Good job," she said, flooring John again, against the expectation that he would be getting complained at for spending time on his weights setup instead of doing something important like paying the bills early, or getting rid of some of the damn boxes.

Mary set her water bottle on the treadmill, climbed on, and started at a gentle pace. John was a little too self-conscious to finish his preacher curls, so he switched to lat pull-down. It gave him a perfect excuse to be able to watch her walk.

Mary was not overly tall, about 5 feet 4 inches, but enough so that she complained about the 'shrimps' that always tried to date her in college. Her hair is a beautiful brunette with almost red highlights. 'We have both turned 40,' John thought, 'but she's simply improved over the last couple of years.' There would be no way to improve on her delicious green eyes and wise smile, of course, but she definitely has shaped up to look better than most women in their twenties. 

Even with the somewhat baggy T-shirt and shorts she was wearing, John watched her firm, shapely legs with a renewed appreciation. Even more interesting was the sexy, subtle bounce of her breasts under her T-shirt that reminded John that, even with a support bra, her nearly C-cup breasts were full enough to have an undeniable presence. His groin gradually, but unstoppably tightened with a feeling that he associated more with seeing Mary in her red lace nightgown. He turned around, using the pretense of changing the weights to give him a chance to realign his erection in his jockey shorts. 

John switched to bench presses, which faced the treadmill enough so he could continue keeping an eye on her T-shirt. He put a pair of 25 pound plates on the bar, did one set of warm-ups with 75 pounds, added another pair of 25's on the bar and did another set at 125 pounds. 

He didn't realize she was watching, but when he put on the next pair of 25's, between strides, she asked, "That looks really heavy. Is it safe?"

"One-hundred-seventy-five is really easy for me, but since I workout alone, for safety, I actually never use more than this," John answered as he positioned himself on the bench and lifted the bar a dozen times.

"You aren't alone today," she proposed, "Can I help?"

John quickly agreed and put 190 pounds on the bar. Meanwhile, Mary stepped off the treadmill, took one last sip of water, and came over to stand behind the bench. "Is this a good place to stand?" she asked.

"Sure," John said, thinking that it was the right place for safety, and the right place for him to have a great view. 

His view, from the curve of her thighs up to the balcony of her breasts, stiffened his erection, making him hopeful that his T-shirt covered enough of the front of his shorts. John grabbed the bar off the rack, lifted it eight times before deciding not to push it too much, and smoothly racked the bar.

"Wow," she said, "You made that look easy. How much can you lift?"

"I don't know, since I don't take that kind of chance here in the basement," he answered. "At the last hotel we stayed at, I was able to lift the whole weight stack on the gym machine. I think that was 200 pounds or more."

"Do you want to try a heavier weight?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied and then added, "It is really nice of you to be a spotter for me."

Mary was beginning to enjoy this interaction. The glow from her trot on the treadmill combined with seeing her husband look in such good shape made her a little flirtatious. "You know, though, you're looking a bit warm," she said. "If you need to take off your T-shirt that would be OK with me."

John realized that even if he was ordinarily bad at reading hints that one was obvious enough, so he put 205 pounds on the bar and took off his shirt. Mary smiled, not only because John looked quite good above the waist, it was clear from the solid bulge in his gym shorts that he was finding her attractive and sexy. John tried to look at the bar instead of her breasts and did three clean reps, but the fourth was getting a bit sloppy. Since he didn't really want her to have to help with the bar, he racked the weight.

"Very nice," she said. "Do you know that when the bar gets near the top, your pecs really bulge and pop out, almost as much as your biceps do?"

"Um, uh, no," John stammered. He was completely floored by her ogling (and flattery) on top of her cooperation. "I guess I never really thought about it."

"Well, I never knew you had that much muscle on your chest. You're getting some cleavage baby!" she teased. "I might be able to give you some additional incentive," Mary purred. "If you can lift another ten pounds, I'll take off my shirt and show you some real cleavage."

In less than an instant, John replied, "You're on." He put on another pair of small plates to make 215, and made sure he was positioned just right, because this was a payoff he really wanted. Half to his surprise, he actually made the first lift and got about 80% of a second lift before she had to grab the bar and help him rack the weight.

"You did it!" she exclaimed, bending down to give me a big kiss on the lips. "Now you get your prize." 

She reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and slowly pulled it upwards, exposing her trim belly, working it over her breasts, and off over her head. John was entranced by the beautiful sight! She might have had a couple of inches more on her waist than she did when they got married, but her hips and breasts were also curvier, so her shape still was completely arousing to him. Her bra was an old support type, but even so, her nipples were visible through the thick fabric. Mary thought that the bulge in John's gym shorts might have become even more pronounced and decided to step up the offer. 

"You want to go for my shorts too?" she invited.

John could not pass up this offer, so he took off all the little plates and added another pair of 25's to make 225. It was a little intimidating to see his poor bar with four of the big plates on each side, and quite frankly, it looked like it might be starting to bend a bit. His cock, in contrast, was fully straight, and starting to leak a little pre-cum at the tip. He got on the bench again, tried not to be distracted by the mountains of her breasts above his eyes, and grabbed the bar one more time. It was heavy when he brought it down to his chest, and damn heavy as he tried to push it back up. 

She yelled out, "Go, go, go!" as John squeezed the bar to the top, and then let it fall against the rack with a loud clang.

"I always thought you were very strong, but you're ST-RONG!" she exclaimed. "I was hoping you would win the bet, but I wasn't sure you could really do it." With a coy grin, she added, "Time for your next reward." 

She walked around the bench toward John, turned to give him a profile view, grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down slowly over her hips. She decided to try to look like a pinup poster girl by arching her back and pushing out her tush more than necessary. It must have worked, because John stood up to give her a kiss. Their lips met with a passion that neither had felt in a long time. His hands slid gently up and down the sides of her hourglass figure, then stopped at her waist to guide her to sit down on the bench. He knelt down in front of her and began covering her lips and neck with kisses as his hands caressed her back and then unhooked her bra. Instead of letting John slowly peel off her bra as usual, Mary yanked it off and pulled him against her, pressing her breasts to his chest and her mound to his erection.

John slid his body downward so his lips could nibble down from her upraised chin to flick between the tops of her luscious breasts. Then cradling her breasts in his hands, his kisses became more insistent, teasing and then devouring her aroused nipples. Mary, for the first time in many months, felt a NEED so strongly that even this rapid foreplay seemed like a deliberate delay to intensify her desire.

John gently eased Mary's shoulders back onto the bench and continued pursuing her breasts with his lips. His hands glided over the firm skin of her belly, around her hips and the curve of her thighs, then back to her belly button. His caresses traced a line downward, over her mound, then down into the valley of her legs. Her panties were wet with her lubrication, and he immediately followed with his kisses, nibbling her sex through the thin fabric. Feeling her push her mound toward him intensified his desire. He slipped his fingers under the sides of her panties and slid them off, not really procrastinating, but only taking enough time to smoothly glide his hands down the entire length of her legs in the process.

At some level, John was dimly aware of thinking that this bench was an ideal height, as he spread her knees again. His hands were able to caress from her thighs to her breasts while his lips had full access between her legs. He started nibbling around her low-trimmed hair and inner thighs as usual, but her glistening lips were so tempting that he began giving them his full attention, indirectly massaging her clit. He loved her so much and desired her so much that he could not restrain himself from finally licking and sucking the gentle button directly. This was usually the point where, sadly for him, Mary would be overcome by modesty, tell him 'enough,' and push him away. Today, though, John didn't give it a second thought as he covered her with kisses, transfixed by the scent and taste of her sex. 

To his delight, instead of hearing Mary's protesting words, it sounded more like, "Mmm. Hmm. Unnh!"

Mary raised her arms over her head as she always unconsciously did as she was getting ready to orgasm. Out of the corner of his eye, John saw the resulting lift of her breasts which drove his desire even more. Continuing to circle Mary's clit with his tongue and lips, he massaged her mound and lips with his hand, the way she usually wanted it, and he felt her body spasm with unexpected intensity as she panted repeatedly.

Mary reached up to grab him and pull him down into a hug. John stumbled around her leg to kneel at her side so they could clutch torso to torso. "Oh-my-god, that-was-wonderful," she breathed into his ear and biting his earlobe harder than usual. Mary's hand worked its way down the waistband of John's shorts to caress his already lubricated erection. 

"I want your cock, now," she insisted as she sat up and pushed Jack's shorts and undershorts down to his knees. She pressed her breasts to his mouth again as she started stroking his shaft and tracing circles around his balls.

Mary heard the faint ring of the treadmill timer with dismay and began pumping Jack's glistening cock with all the passion built up from the pleasure he'd just given her. Jack protested, "That's too much! I won't be able to wait! I'm going to ... unnh!" as he spasmed and spurted hot cum over her hands.

"I am so sorry, babe," she sighed as she wrapped her arms and legs around him to hold him in a full-body hug, pressing his cock between their groins and kissing his lips. "I have to pick up the kids from art class now, or else the teacher locks the door and makes them stand outside. I'll get them into bed early tonight, though, so we can finish this the right way."

To be soon continued . . .

Workout Incentive Ch. 02



Workout Incentive, Ch. 2 – Turning up the heat

Author's note: Thank you to Literotica readers for your kind reception of Chapter 1, and to forum members for your encouragement. Thank you to AsylumSeeker for outstanding editing and creative suggestions that were far above and beyond the call of duty.

Mary saw his car when she returned from her errands and knew he was home. Her pulse quickened. She was in a naughty and needy mood. When she didn't find him on the main floor of their split-level home her full lips formed a devious smile. She slowly realized he was in the remodeled basement, flexing his muscles and leaking sweaty testosterone. Mary shuddered with excitement. Her nipples flared.

Before last month, the thought of John lifting weights used to annoy her. It seemed to be just some time-consuming, escapist hobby. That condemnation changed after rain had postponed an entire week of her outdoor walks and driven her to try using the treadmill in the basement. She had been planning to use it again today. Now, she unconsciously licked her lips as she realized that John's early arrival would improve that plan considerably.

Their last encounter had been one of renewal and discovery. She supposed that even for mundane health reasons she should be happy that he worked out regularly. She wanted to keep him healthy since she had grown used to sharing the house with this slightly-disorganized, smart, caring guy with nice shoulders. The first time they worked out together, though, she discovered a man with deliciously curving muscles all over, moving with tiger-like grace and power.

She also found that exercise brought her own body to a state of erotic readiness. Being surrounded by the heavy weights somehow provided an atmosphere of power and excitement that raised her awareness and arousal. They were a testament to the changes they'd experienced. As a couple they'd transitioned from traditional sex to something so much more erotic and spiritual. It was a breath of fresh air. She longed for that again. 

As her skin flushed in anticipation, she immediately grabbed a new outfit that matched her desires. Weeks ago, she had bought the form-fitting stretch fabric garments, but left them on the hangar. Today, she excitedly changed her bra and panties, donned the new outfit, and headed for the stairs.

"Knock, knock. Mind if I join you?" Mary asked as she gracefully descended the steps and approached John. 

Seeing his muscled form in the still somewhat novel context of his workout space triggered a subconscious appraisal. She always thought he was a handsome guy, tall with brown hair, but he looked appealingly rugged like this.

"Sure. How're you doing?" John answered.

"OK. I took the kids to Mom's so that I could get a workout in today. It's been so busy that I haven't had a chance all week." She stretched her calves, giving him a good view of her well-proportioned legs and buns.

John certainly hadn't forgotten the day, about a month ago, when her first visit to their home weight room turned into an erotic experience. Since then, they had been making love more often than usual. More importantly, though, it seemed that Mary was more willing to relax and enjoy receiving oral sex. 

As John watched her hips sway on the treadmill, he realized that she was wearing a much sexier outfit than last time. It was a light aqua color that complemented her brunette hair and vividly displayed her curves with highlights and shadows. The clingy tee-shirt accentuated her full breasts and flat midriff. The light fabric subtly but unmistakably indicated the delicate tips of her nipples. The snug workout briefs wrapped around her buns and tightly outlined the irresistible valley of her crotch. John was thrilled by the improvement and felt warmth and arousal as his cock began to stiffen.

She walked, and then jogged, without making conversation as John admired the view of her athletic body. It hypnotized him as thoroughly as one of those women's fitness infomercials. Mary's presence seemed to heat up the room. The combination of his sexual desire and working out harder to impress her soon brought a sheen of sweat to John's pumped muscles.

As he got ready for bench presses she eagerly volunteered "Would you like me to be your spotter again today?"

"That would be great. I'll let you know when I'm done with my warm-up sets," he replied. He did his usual sets of 75, 125, and 175 pounds, and then added fifteen more.

"Ready for a spot?" she asked as she dismounted the treadmill.

"Not yet. One-ninety is part of my usual routine now. You know, since you encouraged me to use heavier weights, I think I've really made a lot of progress." He lifted the weight a dozen times while she turned off the treadmill and finished her water bottle. The neckline of her shirt was ringed with perspiration. John put 215 pounds on the bar and lay back on the bench. "I'll take that spot now." 

"You're looking good today, Babe," she complimented his form as she walked behind his head. "Have fun with it."

She provided a view that was highly distracting, to say the least. In her tighter clothes, he noticed that her waist had gotten a lot slimmer over the past year and she might have even lost a few pounds since last month. Seeing her tightly-packed breasts pushing out above him was dangerous to his concentration, but he focused his gaze on the bar. With fierce intensity his powerful arm muscles flexed as he completed four clean repetitions and racked the bar.

"Hey, that is way better than last time!" she said, impressed by his powerful grace. A sexy grin formed on her lips. "Last time, you seemed to enjoy breaking your previous record. If you want to go for more, I can provide the same motivation..."

"You're on," John replied eagerly. Feeling physically and sexually psyched up, he boldly put 235 pounds on the bar, ten more than his previous best. He positioned himself back on the bench. The pumping beat of a suggestive club rock song from the stereo and the sight of Mary's sexy body had John hot and ready for action.

She enthusiastically supported her husband. "Go for it! Yeah, you can do this!"

The bar felt heavy as it was lowered, and damn heavy as the weight briefly rested across his chest. His hands rotated against the knurled shaft in search of the best possible grip. It also gave him a few extra moments to focus his mind on his latest feat. Beads of sweat matted strands of loose hair against his forehead. He winced as salty droplets stung his eyes.

He filled his lungs with a deep breath of air. With a grunt, he pressed the weight upward. Veins protruded from his bulging muscles. As the bar lifted, it was only the unconscious eons-old instinct to impress the female of the species that gave him the adrenaline to push through the sticking point. He triumphantly hit the top of his lift and clanged the bar back onto the rack.

"I knew you could do it!" she excitedly exclaimed. "Sweetie, I'm so proud of you!" 

She leaned over and joyously kissed his forehead, receiving an unpleasant jolt as salty sweat coated her soft lips. 

After a pause, she laughed, "This 'motivation' scheme might be too good, Superman. It looks as though you can do anything if the reward is getting me to take off my tee-shirt. Just for that, you have to take off yours, too!"

John grinned and quickly ripped off his tee-shirt, revealing his moist, chiseled chest. He then watched as she sinuously peeled her top up over the crest of her bosom and then off over her head. She tossed her hair back into place. She had clearly planned this visit, since she had on a bra that had been buried in her lingerie drawer for years. It fully covered each of her gorgeous breasts, but was made of a very sheer pink material that gave John a clear view of even the tiny dimples around the edge of her beautiful areolas. The sheer fabric pushed out to follow the contours of her tightening nipples as they grew erect.

John was completely overwhelmed. He reached up to pull her onto the bench with him. Instead, however, she turned sprightly and asked "So, will you show me how to use that lat pulldown thingy?"

"Now?" John questioned. His voice was filled with irritation by the interruption, since he thought the situation was headed in a straight path for the bedroom.

"Uh-huh," she coyly replied and walked over to the pulley with a seductive gait.

Still somewhat unbalanced after switching gears, John showed her how to grab the bar with an overhand grip. "Because I'm tall, I have to kneel down to get a full upward extension, but you might be OK standing. Then pull your elbows down until the bar touches your chest near the collarbone."

"What's the single handle for?" she asked.

"I use that for some maximum contraction arm exercises," John explained, demonstrating. "You keep your elbow tight at your waist and push down to work the triceps; you hold your elbow straight out in front of your chest and curl towards your shoulder to work the biceps."

"I never realized your muscles were THAT big!" she exclaimed. 

"Well," he demurred, "that's just the classic flex-your-biceps pose, but I didn't think you liked that kind of stuff. Besides, they aren't big compared to Arnold."

"I've never been into Arnold," she admitted, "but you must be way bigger than most guys."

"The average is twelve and a half inches, so my fifteen and a half does put me in the top two percent."

"You sly dog, you," she teased. "You are one humble guy for not showing those off a long time ago. Let me try this pulldown."

Mary reached up to take hold of the lat bar. She pulled it down and remarked "Hmm. This is just like a chin-up, but more fun." She paused, waiting for a reply from John but not really expecting one since she knew he would be far too distracted.

John was completely transfixed by the sight of Mary's breasts in the delightful gift wrapping she had chosen that day. When her arms reached up both breasts lifted about two inches beyond perky. Then, as she pulled the bar down to her collarbone, they thrust outward in a way that would have threatened to tear through any shirt she owned.

After five lift-pushes, John couldn't take it any more. He frantically released the front hook of the bra, allowing her breasts to spill free. Pretending to remain focused on her workout, Mary continued lowering the bar with slow and deliberate motions. Free of the constraints of the fabric, her breasts traveled in an even larger lift-push motion with an irresistible bounce in the middle which drove John completely crazy. 

He knelt down in front of her and cupped the firm mounds in both hands. Completely ignoring his usual gentle patience, he began devouring them. She closed her eyes and slowly pulled the bar down one more time. She savored the feel of her fully aroused nipples thrusting into John's eager mouth.

Mary allowed the bar to rise a final time. She paused with her arms outstretched for a few moments. The pose conjured up a surprising mental image: She felt suspended in space and time, surrounded by a universe of stars. John was cradling and sucking her full breasts with a passion she had not felt since their pre-marital dating had progressed to topless make-out sessions. 

He was so entranced with her unbelievably tight nipples that he unconsciously made a circle behind and around them with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, eliciting a sharp gasp. The gentle circular pressure triggered something primal in her mental image. Her soul concentrated into the two white-hot points of her nipples and then peacefully swooped outward to embrace the cosmos. She released the bar and put her arms around her lover, pulling him tight.

As reality started slowly seeping into her consciousness, Mary started trying to gather the words together to say something about how nice those kisses had been. She realized that he must have guided her over to the bench gently enough not to disturb her glowing reverie, since she dimly recognized that she was now on her back with her knees apart. Before she managed to construct a sentence, she felt a wave of pleasure from his warm tongue on her clit. It was smoother and more slippery than she had ever remembered. Wave after building wave fanned her desire until a tidal surge of warmth exploded within her.

"Uhmm," Mary groaned in joyous delight. "So good." After another breath, she added, "I need you inside me."

A moment later, she felt the smooth tip of John's cock caress her lips. Somehow he was moving it in massaging circles that gently opened her lips, spreading lubricating wetness everywhere. A vague thought stirred. It got as far as 'the angle must be somehow different because ...' before being interrupted by another wave of pleasure as the firm tip of his cock pushed past her swollen outer folds.

John was sexually charged but conscious enough to appreciate the improvement in mobility he now enjoyed. After twenty years of man-on-top missionary-position sex, kneeling between Mary's legs as she lay on the bench gave him the freedom of motion he had always desired. Instead of using his hands for the mundane task of just supporting his own weight, he massaged the space between her bush and clit with one hand while he guided his cock with the other. He spread her juices up to her clit and then shifted his cock in gentle circles as it pressed against her lips.

As he pushed ever so slowly into Mary's pussy, his two hands were free to caress her soft and flushed skin. His hands moved from cupping the soft mounds of her breasts to brushing over the sweet peaks of her nipples. His caresses then slid along her taut belly, over the delicious roundness of her hips, and down her firm thighs. The sensations as each new square inch was erotically exploited added to Mary's excitement.

John didn't think he had ever felt Mary so tight, yet so slick and easy to penetrate. He hadn't fully appreciated the differences this position would make. They both gasped as they felt the unfamiliar joy as every last inch of John's cock buried into Mary's hot pussy.

"God, you're so deep!" Mary gasped. She raised her knees and wrapped her legs around John's hips. Her heels pressed against his flexing muscles and pulled him against her, increasing the stimulation on her clit. Words failing, she panted out loud, "Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Huh. Uh-uh-uhnh!" The clenching of her pussy ushered John past the point of control as he spurted load after load into Mary's embracing tunnel.

Without thinking about the fact that his cock was still inside her, Mary sat up to hug John tight. The tilt of his cock as she rolled her hips forward brought out another gasp from them both. 

"I had no idea we could do that," she whispered into his ear.

John whispered back "I think we should do that one again."