We have some time...how about the exercise room?

When we awoke the next morning I found myself spooning against Amy’s backside. My dick was resting along her butt crack with my arms wrapped around her sexy body. One of my hands was holding onto one of her perfect DD’s as my eyes adjusted to the ray of sunshine coming through the crack in the drapes.

“Mmmm…good morning honey.” Amy said as she began to stir.

“Morning.’ I replied as I gently kissed her soft neck.

“Last night was amazing.” she confessed.

“Yes…yes it was.” I told her without reservations as I squeezed her tit.

“What’s the plan for today?” Amy asked as she ran her fingers over my hand.

“Well…” I began to answer as I considered telling her I’d like to bang the hell out of her again but told her, “the exhibit hall doesn’t open until 10.”

“Hmmm.” Amy began to say as she looked at the table clock, “we have plenty of time.”

“Oh?” I asked hoping for a repeat of last night.

“It’s still pretty early. Why don’t we hit the exercise room for a bit?” she asked.

“Yeah…sure.” I answered not really wanting to go downstairs to pump iron. The only thing I wanted to pump was Amy!

Amy hit the bathroom first and, when she got out, was wearing a white t-shirt which ended mid-thigh. I couldn’t tell what she had on underneath. Maybe a sports bra or some type of leotard I thought as she slipped on a pair of wedge high heels.

It was my turn to use the bathroom and, as I got up, my cell phone began to ring.

Looking at the caller ID I saw it was my real wife, Karen, so I picked it up.

Amy knew who it was and smiled at me as she quietly mouthed, “I’ll see you downstairs.”

I chatted with my wife and asked her about her trip not mentioning to her what her friend and I have been up to. I felt some things were better left unsaid.

After about 15 minutes I told her I had to get ready and hung up after saying our goodbyes.

I slipped on a pair of baggy shorts, a muscle t-shirt and a pair of sandals before trotting off down to the exercise room in search of Amy. The image of Amy working her tight little body on a stair stepper or pumping some iron filled my head as I walked through the lobby and towards the weight room.

Passing through the lobby I saw several guys milling about as I remembered what my hot bodied little ‘wife’ was wearing when she left the room. I figured she must have given them a nice little show as she strutted through the lobby in her tight little shirt and sexy heels.

As I approached the exercise room I saw that one wall was glass and that I could see inside.

It contained a variety of workout and weight machines.

My eyes opened wide as I saw Amy had already pulled off her shirt and was using the stair stepper but still wearing her high heels.

I couldn’t believe what she had been wearing underneath the shirt and who was in the room with her.

What’s she have on and who’s with her?