I was working out down in the basement, working on a heavy bench press set. I was working up quite a sweat and was breathing hard. I had just started a set of five reps when I heard the door to the basement open. I finished my set, re-racked, and looked over. My wife was sitting on the bottom step, her chin resting in the palm of her hand, watching me.
“Don’t mind me,” she said. She rarely comes down in the basement when I’m working out, so I was kicked out of my rhythm for a minute. But once I got my breath back, I braced myself for another set of five.
It was my last set, and it was hard. But at five, I pumped the bar back into the rack. My pecs and arms felt like they were on fire.
Then I remembered my wife was there. I looked over at her, and she was still watching me. But now her knees were apart, and her hand was between her thighs. Her cunt was right there, two fingers holding her outer lips open, her middle finger rubbing feverishly on her clit.