The gym, continued...

As I stood near the bench in awe of my wife’s physique and strength, she hurried away to the next station. When she reached the incline bench, she turned and told me to grab the cooler. I stepped over and grabbed the cooler strap. With all my might and a little momentum, I was able to hoist the strap over my shoulder. It weighed on me like a sack of rocks, but I leaned over to absorb much of the weight and hurried over to C. As I got there, my arms let go and the cooler went slamming to the ground. C gave me the eye, but she did have a bit of a rye smile on her face, so I knew she wasn’t too upset.

My wife quickly started her warm up set on the incline bench. Now, just wearing her blue sports bra, I could see her chest muscles bulge with every rep. Still hot from her previous work on the flat bench, Courtney had droplets of sweat glistening on her pumped up breasts. With each rep, her chest pumped and pulsed. It was all I could do not to make a mess on myself, so I quickly excused my self to the bathroom.

As I walked to the bathroom, I found myself feeling naked without the comfort and protection of my wife. I walked passed several people on the way to the restroom. Without a doubt, every one of them was much bigger and stronger than I. One guy I passed must have been 300 pounds of solid muscle. His freaking quads probably had more muscle than my entire body and I avoided him by scooting over to the wall as we passed. I didn’t think he would nudge me on purpose but even if I accidentally bumped into him, I knew it was me who would go flying.

I finally made it to the restroom and walked inside. There were three teenagers in there making a ruckus. They had to be sixteen or seventeen at most but all three of them were pretty buff. I figured they were probably wrestlers or football players. Sure enough, as they were throwing wet paper towels at each other one of them hit me in the back. I turned my head to look, and the kid who threw it laughingly apologized. As I finished up and walked to the sink, the other two kids just kind of stared at me. It wasn’t a friendly stare and I felt intimidated immediately. Quickly, I walked towards the door and as I was walking out I heard all three of them bust out in laughter. It became apparent to me at that point that the wet towel that hit me was no accident. Here I was, in my late twenties, hurried out of a bathroom in fear of some teenagers. I decided to let it go and wanted to get back over to my wife as soon as possible.

When I walked around the corner to where my wife was, sure enough, the 300 pound dude I walked past earlier was chatting with her. Courtney had a huge smile on her face and I was immediately suspicious of the guy. As I approached, Courtney quickly stood up and introduced me to the guy. “This is Brett” she said, “He’s the gym owner and a pro bodybuilder.” I stuck out my hand to shake his, hoping he wouldn’t crush mine. “Glad to meet you” he said, “So, a marathon runner huh?” “yep,” I replied, “feel like I’m a little out of my league in here though. Even the girls are buffer then me.” We all laughed and he said, “hey man, don’t sweat it, not a one of ‘em could run more than a mile or two, so you’ve got my admiration.”

Brett immediately made me feel better about myself and I liked him. We continued with another minute or two of small talk and he said he had to get going. “Well,” Courtney said, “you two seemed to have hit it off.” “Seems like a nice guy.” I said. “Good,” Courtney replied, “because he just invited us to his house party in a few weeks.” “Cool” I replied.

Within a few more minutes, Courtney really started to intensify her workout. Weight upon weight was added to her exercises and a cold blank stare came across her face. She began eating protein bars between exercises and drank a lot of water. Instead of talking to me about things, she simple barked out instructions like, “Get me some more water, or, ask them to turn up the music, or spot me on this one and put on 10 more to each side.” I felt like the workout had become her and the weights and nothing else mattered, not even me. It was odd to see her in such a zone, but obviously it was that kind of intensity which allowed her to build up such strength and size in only two years.

Over an hour into the workout Courtney shed her workout pants to reveal her magnificently buff calves and bulging quads. Her calves were larger than I had ever remembered and her quads bulged with each step. The power in her legs gave her a walk of supreme confidence and a solid base that seemed impossible to derail. She was now just wearing her workout shoes, a small pair of workout shorts and her sports bra. Muscles were bulging from everywhere and just watching her walk around was amazing. I couldn’t keep my eyes off my wife’s beautifully built body and I was resigned to the fact that I would have an erection for the rest of the day.

Courtney finally finished up her workout and was ready to go. She had worked out hard and the perspiration glistened off her pumped up muscles and soaked her top. Her cold hard stare had lightened up slightly, she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, grabbed my hand and said, “Let’s Go.”
As she led me out of the gym, she constantly had to wave to the several people who kept saying “Hello” to her. She worked out there everyday so that was no surprise. We quickly made it to the car and hoped in. Instead of starting the car, Courtney leaned over and we started making out. She reached into my pants and began to give me a hand job right there in the busy parking lot. It was getting a bit more intense and my wife abruptly stopped. She started the car and we zipped out of the parking lot. I didn’t know how we were going to make it all the way home. And neither did Courtney. We were both so hot for each other at that moment that 45 minutes of driving was going to be like an eternity.

Just a mile or two down the road, Courtney pulled into the driveway of a house for sale. It had a repossessed sign in the yard and the yard was a bit overgrown. Courtney said, “Let’s go!” and I followed her to the back gate. She opened it and led me to the back door. She looked at me, got a smile on her face and said, “I hope nobody’s home.” With that, she leaned back and kicked the door. It flew open and broken wood chips flew in the air as the lock bolt busted right through the door frame. “Holy Shit” I said as we ran inside.

Just a few feet inside the door, Courtney grabbed my shirt and ripped it off over my head. A split second later she ripped down my pants and tossed me to the floor. As I looked up at my towering muscle bound wife, she slipped off her shorts and lay on top of me. I was on my back and she straddled my torso with her muscular thighs. Courtney grabbed my arms and pinned them up above my head. She then leaned down and we began to make out again. Every several seconds she would flex her thighs hard against my sides. The power I felt as she flexed turned my on almost to the point of climax. I felt quite helpless in the position my wife had me in but I had never felt more pleasure. I was reaching a state of zen like I had never quite experienced before.

Finally, Courtney wanted to feel some pleasure as well so she lowered her hot wet pussy over my throbbing penis. She began to slowly move up and down both massaging me and giving herself pleasure at the same time. Courtney then let go of my arms and held hers high above her head. I quickly grabbed hold of her muscular thighs as she pulsed up and down, up and down. As she moved, her thighs flexed and displayed the amazing power they now held. I massaged them erotically and became mesmerized by them. Courtney was not ripped by bodybuilding standards but as she moved, veins began to appear in her thighs. Their mass had to require major blood flow and I soon became entranced by the now visible veins running across her massive quads.

I finally peered up at my wife and noticed that she was looking skyward as she rode me. Her arms danced around slowly and I reached up to grab them. They were too high so I grabbed her torso just below her arm pits. She had developed muscle there as well and it was hard and full. It seemed as though Courtney now had bulging muscle where I didn’t even know muscle existed. My wife slowly peered down at me, grabbed my arms and again pinned them up over my head. Wanting to climax together, she started to whisper to me, “Not yet honey,” she said, “in a few seconds…in a few more seconds…ok baby, I’m starting to feel it…I’m really starting to feel it…ok baby…ok baby … uh….uh…..uh….uh.huh…uh.huh…uh huh…ooo…ooo…ooo.” And within seconds we were both climaxing and sending each other into that awesome state of pure pleasure simultaneously. Pure, pure pleasure, immediately followed by a quick state of exhaustion. Courtney laid down on me with all her weight. She felt like a ton but there was no where else in the world I would rather be than right there under my beautiful, buff wife.