morning workout

I cooked a light, kosher breakfast for Ben and settled on a juice smoothie for myself. Due to the classified nature of his work, I knocked on his door and sat the plate on the side table. Some days it would still be there when I checked up on him at noon. Ben used to love eating breakfast with me, watching me with hungry eyes as I flipped eggs wearing only my panties. Now, I am lucky to see him for a few minutes in the morning and briefly as he rushes out the door for a lunch meeting. I drank my smoothie and made my way back to the living room to continue reading "A Godly Wife's Guide to Healthy Living".

The doorbell rang at 8:30. I sat the book down, the last line I read being "Better to burn calories and purify your bodily temple than to burn in Hell for gluttony." I opened the door to see Bradley, my personal trainer and yoga instructor. I smiled at him as he entered, his yoga mat under his arm. "Hey Bradley. Come on in." I said. He was well-liked by many of the senator's wives, and had come to me by recommendation from Lucy DeVille, the wife of the senator from Nebraska.

"Good morning, Sophie. What'll we work on today?" he asked, setting the mat down. He was wearing a dark gray shirt and athletic shorts, clearly expecting a cardio workout.

"I'm a little tired for intervals. Maybe just some stretching and yoga today." I said. He shrugged and smiled as I rolled out my yoga mat and sat down. He kicked off his shoes and stood next to me as I began my stretches. "Say Bradley, do you still train Kelly?" I asked, stretching my leg out in front of me.

"Sure do. Heading over to her place after lunch." He said while doing a side stretch. Kelly Rowland was a three-term House member that Ben had been trying to secure an endorsement from, but so far she'd not committed. House members had to worry about rapidly swaying public opinion more than senators as they have to run every two years. Right now, Ben's party was not doing well, and politicians in swing states were playing it safe.

"Alright. Let's start with Downward Facing Dog." he said, watching me as I rolled over to my knees. I extended them, planting my hands on the floor and starting the pose. "No, no, no. You are arching your back and extending your stomach. Hold on." he said. I felt his hand slide along my exposed back as his other hand reached up between my legs and pushed on my stomach. He'd done this a dozen times before. I don't know why I let out a little sigh this time. Bradley came by three times a week, and as my trainer had corrected my posture, helped me stretch, and had found a dozen other reasons to put his hands on my body. I never until now thought to use that for Ben's benefit.

I slid forward into down dog position, feeling his hand slide down my smooth abdomen and onto the hemline of my yoga pants. "You wouldn't be willing to put in a good word for Ben, would you?" I asked, blushing as I tilted my hips down slightly so his fingers ran across the thin fabric covering my pubic mound. I silently prayed for God's understanding as I felt the warmth of his hand slide up and over my pussy.

Ben opened his office door and walked passed us without saying a word. He nodded curtly as he sat down with a fresh cup of coffee and the Wall Street Journal, his back to us. "Well, its not very professional of me. I don't want to risk losing clients over politics. I train members of both parties, afterall," he said, his hands on my hips as I rose back up.

"There. Keep that pose." he said as his hands tilted my hips into the correct alignment. My heavy breasts threatened to spill out of the front of my sports bra. "Alright, time. Lay down and we'll get your legs stretched out before the next pose."

"Maybe I should let them." I thought as I lay on my back. Bradley knelt down beside me and hooked my leg behind the knee. "It's just Ben is trying really hard right now. He needs all the help he can get. I'd really, really appreciate it..." I said as he pushed my leg up and against my body, his hand on my thigh.

I took a deep breath, and smiled up at him as he caught the intent in my voice. Ours eyes met as my hand traveled up his leg. I snaked my long fingers up onto his crotch, touching a man other than my husband for the first time. He glanced from side to side and whispered harshly.

"Sophie, what the hell are you doing?! Your husband in literally 15 feet from us!" he said, even as I pulled the waistband down. I sat up and looked into the kitchen. Ben wasn't even finished reading the front page. My eyes locked onto the base of his cock, and widened when inch after inch appeared. I opened my mouth, and when I closed it around his shaft, I became an adultress, but a dutiful one. As his shaft slid in, I heard Ben get up to pour another cup of coffee. My eyes went wide as he turned to face us, the newspaper still in his hand.