by Lexi Archer
My cock twitched a couple of times as I thought of the kind of fun we could get up to at a party like that. At the very least I figured it meant we could go out and have some fun watching a bunch of guys who hadn’t seen my wife since graduation staring at her and thinking about all the naughty things they would do to her if they could get her all to themselves out in the cornfield for a little while.
“You’re thinking about watching a bunch of guys checking me out, aren’t you?” she said with a thin smile.
“Maybe I am,” I said. “What’s it to you?”
“Oh don’t worry,” she said. “I like the idea just as much as you. So does that mean you’re okay with going to a party out there in the cornfields?”
“You know it,” I said, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into.
“Good to know,” she said. “I think I’m going to go do some work now though.”
“What?” I asked. “I thought you were going down to work out?”
“Oh I was,” she said. “But there’s something that tells me it’d be a good idea for me to wait until tonight to get my exercise on. Later when the place is closing down and we’ll have some privacy for my workout.”
My mouth went dry as I realized what she was talking about, and it wasn’t about exercising with me. No, visions of what she could be doing with Arnie down there danced in my head, and my cock was twitching all over again.
I also realized that it was going to be torture sitting up here thinking about all the things my wife might be doing in lieu of a workout later today, and so I decided I was going to try to make myself busy. So I pulled up the laptop again and got to work.
Maybe there weren’t any jobs around here, but maybe there was something to what Stacy had been bugging me about. Being an accountant to the farmers wasn’t exactly my idea of a glamorous job, but it sure as fuck beat sitting in some big box retailer every February offering to do people’s tax returns.
Maybe it was time for me to get off my ass. Especially since there were suddenly some very interesting distractions on offer in this place!
17
Couples Exercise
I was so engrossed in all the work I was doing that I didn't even notice a shadow pass over me. No, I went right on plinking away at the keyboard as I worked on potential business plans and a bunch of stuff that might come to nothing in the end.
The shadow passed across me again, blocking the light. Not that it mattered all that much since I was using a laptop that had a backlight, but still.
I looked up in irritation. Frowned. Though that frown turned upside down pretty fucking fast when I realized Stacy stood there in her yoga pants grinning the kind of grin that said she was about to get up to something very naughty.
"Well hello there stud,” she said.
"Hello there yourself," I said, my eyes roaming up and down her body and taking in the outfit for today's naughtiness. She’d changed into something that, if anything, was even more revealing than what she’d been in earlier when she was planning on heading down.
When had that been? I looked at the clock and blinked a couple of times. I’d been so caught up in what I was doing on my laptop that I hadn’t been paying attention to the world around me. Which meant I hadn’t been paying attention to the time or realized that twelve hours had gone by. The gym was closing up downstairs.
I eyed her with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. “And to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Oh I think you know to what you owe this pleasure baby," she said.
Pleasure was the only way I could think to describe the way she was dressed. My eyes ran up and down that body that was built for sin. A body in a pair of tight black yoga pants. The kind of yoga pants that made a guy happy he's alive in this time and place when women wore outfits like that and didn’t worry about the fact that they were showing off the goods to the world, or actively enjoyed it.
Stacy giggled. “Like what you see?"
"What kind of stupid fucking question is that?" I asked.
"I thought you might say something like that."
She was right. Of course I was going to say something like that. Because it wasn't just the yoga pants that were getting me going. No, up top she had on a sports bra that was barely a sports bra.
I recognized the thing because it was something out of the greatest hits collection of her clothing from back in college. Back when she was trying to tease me on the regular. It was just a little more revealing than your typical sports bra. It plunged just low enough to show off plenty of cleavage, and my wife had a pair of large gravity defying breasts that were just a little too large for her frame to begin with.
In short, she looked fucking amazing. Just like she always did, but even more so now as she stood there staring down at me like the cat who ate the canary.
I licked my lips. My mouth was suddenly dry as I looked her over.
"So you're going down to the gym now?" I asked, glancing at the time on my computer to double check that I was right about it closing soon. "Because Arnie’s going to be closing up pretty fucking soon.”
"Maybe he is," Stacy said. "And maybe that's exactly what I was hoping for. Did you ever stop to think about that?"
Again my mouth went dry. I knew exactly what she was getting at here. Knew exactly what the fuck she was doing. My cock had never been this hard in my life.
Somehow I’d managed to stay distracted long enough today that I didn't have to worry about going and jerking off and ruining this moment, and boy was I glad for that now!
"So you're going to work out now," I said. "Late at night? When it's just you in the gym?"
She got down on her knees in front of me. Leaned forward so I got a wonderful view of her breasts. It was a view I’d seen countless times before, but it was also a view I never got tired of for all that.
I stared down at that cleavage she was offering up for my viewing pleasure. Hey, I figured if she was going to put the hotness on display then I was going to enjoy it!
"Oh but that's the thing baby," she said. "It's not going to be just me in that gym, and I think you know it!"
"Oh yeah?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer I was going to get even as I had a pretty good feeling exactly what she was going to say. "And who else is going to be down there in that gym with you?"
"Why you of course silly!" she said.
I sighed. I wasn't sure if it was a relieved sigh, or if it was a sigh of disappointment now that she was telling me I was going to be the one down there working out with her.
It's not that I minded working out with her. It's just that… Well I'm not sure what my problem was. I was a little disappointed that the person she was going to be working out with wasn't her doing a one on one training session with Arnie.
"Of course Arnie is going to be down there too," she said, offhand, turning and looking at me with a twinkle in her eye as she got up and started walking towards the back. "Can't have the kind of fun I'm planning without him, right? You have no idea how long he's been staring at me and thinking about all the things he’d like to do to me…”
Well okay then. That was good for getting my cock to stand up full attention. Well even more full than it already was, and I’d already been at full mast to begin with.
18
Doing It
"You have my attention," I said.
"I bet I do," she said, grinning and glancing between my legs. "I bet I fucking do!"
It was kind of weird. Now that I was standing here thinking about my wife actually going through with this, well let's just say a lot of stuff was hitting me all at once. The foremost thought being the idea that she was actually thinking about going through with this. Going down there and teasing Arnie. Maybe going through with a hell of a lot more than teasing the guy. That had me rock hard, but it also had me wondering what the hell we were thinking going through with something like this.
This seemed like the kind of thing that could send a marriage up in flames pretty
fucking fast, is what I was getting at, and the last thing I wanted was the one good stable thing I still had in my life going up in flames!
"So you say you've done something like this before?" I asked, following behind her and trying not to think about how ridiculous it was that I was still in the pajamas I'd been wearing earlier in the day. The pajamas I'd never bothered to change out of when it became clear I was going to be spending another day looking for jobs. Sure that’d turned into putting together some numbers and business plans for hypothetical farms and other small town businesses, but still.
"Totally have," she said. “The guy I dated in college who was into this was really fucking into it, too. How into it are you?”
I coughed. How into it was I?
“Into it to the point that I’m actually thinking about letting you do this,” I said.
“I figured you’d say something like that,” she said, grinning and winking at me.
"So are you going to tell me about that time with the other guy you were dating?” I asked.
I'm not sure why I was hitting her with this line of questioning. Maybe it was that there was a part of me that was having trouble believing she'd actually gone through with this before. Like if she hadn't actually gone through this before, if this was all her teasing me, then there was a chance she wasn't actually going to go through with it now. That this was all so much teasing, and when all was said and done she wasn't actually going to go in there and get it on with another man.
Though there was something about the look in her eye that told me she was going to do this even if she was making up what’d happened with that other guy back in college. I knew what my wife looked like when she was determined to do something, and there was something about the twinkle in her eye now that said not only was she going to do this, but she was enjoying my consternation as she walked towards the stairs and the moment of inevitability.
Not that I minded following behind her walking down those stairs. Not when I got a chance to look at her ass in those yoga pants. She looked so fucking good, and Arnie was going to eat his heart out whether or not she ultimately decided to go through with fucking him. Something that I still couldn't quite believe was actually going to happen.
I kept thinking that she was going to back out at the last moment. That she’d get down there and turn around and smile at me as she started seriously working out. No fucking involved. Though she would have a hell of a laugh at my expense.
Yeah, that had to be what was going on here right now.
We reached the bottom of the stairs and I stopped. She turned around and looked at me. Her big eyes stared up, blinking.
"Are you okay baby?" she asked.
"I think I am," I said. "It's just that…"
How could I even begin to explain how intense all of this was? That I'd been dealing with this fantasy for only a couple of days now. That I'd come to this town I thought I’d hate and found something that was intense enough that it brought my dick back to life. Something so intense that it was filling me with a sexual fervor I hadn't felt since I was a kid discovering how to jerk off for the first time.
Yeah, that was a lot to process. And something told me this wasn't a moment to go through all of that with my wife anyway. She was so beautiful standing there blinking at me. Smiling. Looking so fucking hot.
And I didn't want to ruin the moment by doing something stupid like going through a laundry list of all the issues that had brought us here. So I didn’t. Instead I smiled and tried to work through all the shivering and shaking that was suddenly overtaking me.
"You're beautiful," I said. "And you're going to drive him wild."
"I certainly hope I'm going to drive him wild," she said. "After all. He’s been staring at me and thinking about what it would be like to fuck me for most of our lives. At least since middle school when he first figured out that he was into girls!"
My mouth hung open as I stared at her. I figured that was as much an admission that he hadn't gotten to fuck her as I was going to get. And it was even hotter thinking about him getting with her for the first time after spending a good chunk of his adult life lusting after her. Jerking off thinking about her.
It was also kind of weird to think about this big muscular guy who looked like he could get any woman he wanted pining over my wife all these years, but again it was something that really added to the moment. I shivered again.
"We’re really fucking doing this, aren't we?"
"You bet your sexy ass we are!" she said. "So are you ready?"
19
Clearing Out
I wasn't ready, but then again I didn't think I’d ever be truly ready for something like this. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing that any amount of time could prepare someone for. And maybe it was a good thing that I'd only just discovered this fantasy. Maybe not having enough time to really think about it and work through all the risks was exactly why I was able to take the plunge.
I grinned. "Let's do this baby."
So my gorgeous wife stepped through the door and past the point of no return. There was something final about crossing that threshold. Something intense. She stepped into a gym that looked just as packed now as it always was earlier in the day. A bunch of guys turned to stare at her as she stepped into the room and bit back a couple of nasty words that were no doubt running through her head.
I knew that look on my wife. I knew what she was thinking as she stared at all those dudes who were suddenly hitting her with stupid grins that said the only reason they were in there that late was they were hoping they’d be able to catch a glimpse of her before they got kicked out for the night.
"Motherfucker,” Stacy muttered under her breath.
"What's wrong baby?" I said, unable to resist a little jab. "I thought you said you were used to guys wanting to stare at your ass and tits?"
I followed behind Stacy as she made her way over to a small desk in the back where Arnie sat going over figures. For a moment I was a little more interested in the balance sheet he was working on, but that was something to talk about later.
Because I was way more interested in the way Stacy leaned over the desk. The way she jutted her ass out which gave a nice view to everyone in the fucking place!
She was also giving a hell of a view to Arnie, for that matter. Only he was getting the view from the front as her sports bra fell open and revealed her fabulous cleavage. His eyes went wide for a long moment as he took in the view, and then he cleared his throat and looked up at Stacy’s eyes.
Good man. I knew how much self control it took to tear your attention away from my wife’s breasts when she was putting them on display.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked.
"I don't know," Stacy said. "I came down here because I thought it was getting close to closing time, but you wouldn’t fucking guess that from how many people are out here working out.”
Arnie shrugged. "I mean we're not exactly a twenty-four hour establishment or anything like that, but I figured there were enough people here that…"
He paused as she leaned over even more. She was practically flat on his desk, except for the part where she popped up her chest just so to give him a good view of her tits, and that gave me visions of her spread across a desk like that getting pounded from behind. I imagined her tits shaking with every thrust.
I shivered and I had to look away so I didn't blow a load right then and there in my pants right in front of everyone who was staring at my wife and thinking of all the things they’d like to do to her.
Damn. When this fantasy got its claws into me, it really got its claws into me!
"I was hoping I could work out alone tonight after everything closed down,” she said. “Well, alone and maybe with a little help from you?"
It was fascinating watching Arnie's reaction. Clearly he’d lived in a world where my wife wasn’t interested in him like that for long enough that he had some trouble understanding exactly what she was getting at. Wh
en he did finally realize what it was she was getting at his eyes went even wider than before. I didn't think that was even possible, but here we were.
He cleared his throat couple of times, and then looked over Stacy's shoulder to me. I merely shrugged. At this point I figured I was along for the ride as much as he was.
Finally he looked out to the gym. Particularly to all the gentlemen who were out there doing their exercise thing. He was probably thinking about how pissed they’d get if they got kicked out now that the main attraction was down here and ready to hit the gym, and wondering if it would be worth it.
It would be so totally worth it.
"Um," he said. "You know…"
He seemed to come to a decision. The decision I knew he was going to come to the moment he saw my wife coming onto him like that. He reached down and clicked a couple of times on his computer. A moment later the sound in the gym changed from some sort of electronica or techno or whatever the hell they were calling that genre of music these days to Closing Time.
I grinned. Okay then. It looked like realizing what was on offer made him more than happy to kick everyone’s asses out of the place.
Which was something I could totally identify with. If I suddenly found myself on the business end of Stacy wanting to get a little frisky I would've done the same thing.
There were groans and dirty looks from the guys. A couple of the women looked over at us like they suspected something, but they kept those thoughts to themselves. Though I wondered if that was going to be trouble down the line.
I didn't know all that much about life in small towns, but I did know talk was cheap in places like this where they didn’t have much to occupy themselves aside from cow tipping. And I knew from stuff Stacy had told me over the years that the rumor mill could be nasty around here.
From there it didn't take long for people to clear out. People went in and out of the changing rooms and showers in the back, and soon enough it was just me, Stacy, and Arnie left all alone in the place.
