Grudge Match

As you put away the last of the dishes in the kitchen, you hear the front door open and close. Turning around, you see your gorgeous wife walking in, her hair slightly disheveled and a light sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Despite her post-workout appearance, you can't help but feel a surge of attraction for your wife. Her sparkling blue eyes meet yours, and her cute face breaks into a bright smile.

"Hey, honey. How was your workout?" you ask as you take in her athletic body clad in tight yoga pants and a form-fitting top. You can see her nipples standing out against the fabric, and her extertion has reduced the crotch of her yoga pants to a sweaty camel toe, the lips pronounced. You imagine that anyone at the gym would have had a similar view, maybe better, and your cock twitches at the thought.

"The workout was good," she replies with a **** smile, but there's a hint of unease in her voice that doesn't escape your notice. Sensing that she is holding something back, you ask "What's wrong, honey?" She smiles and motions for you to follow. As your wife makes her way upstairs to your bedroom to take a shower, you follow closely behind, giving her the space to open up at her own pace. You can't help but notice the way her ass moves in those yoga pants, resisting the urge to reach out and fondle her.

Once you are in the privacy of your bedroom, she finally confesses, "There was a man at the gym who made me uncomfortable. He kept staring at me while I was using the machines, and it was just..." she trails off. As you follow her into the bathroom, you can't ignore the flicker of arousal that surges through you at the thought. As your wife begins to undress, peeling off her sweaty sports bra and tossing it into the hamper, you find yourself transfixed by the sight of her breasts glistening with perspiration.

Unable to contain your thoughts, you joke, "I can't blame the guy for staring at you. You're smoking hot." Your wife shoots you a look of disgust, clearly not amused by your comment. "I mean, if I was there, I'd be staring at you." You shrug helplessly. The tension in the room seemed to thicken, with her discomfort palpable. "Hey, I'm sorry," you begin, "I didn't mean to upset you."

You can see the apprehension in her eyes as she turns to face you. You can tell that your earlier comment struck a nerve with her, and you want to make amends. Your wife is distant, but not because she is upset with you. She is ashamed of her arousal from being ogled by the man at the gym. As she peels off her sticky yoga pants, you watch as they cling to her legs before she sheds them like a second skin and tosses them into the hamper.

You glance at her clean-shave pussy. It looks wet, and you swear you can smell it. Your cock hardens in your pants. You feel the tension in the room growing as her breasts jiggle when she shrugs, her unhappiness evident in her body language. As she speaks, you can sense the apprehension in her voice, and it sparks a protective instinct in you.

With a slight tremor in her voice, your wife explains, "Nothing happened. He was just a guy at the gym. He was an older man...large and muscular, with tattoos all over his arms and torso. He looked like a biker, and the way he stared at me...it scared me." She feels a tingle of arousal at the thought. You listen intently, your concern growing as your recounts her unsettling encounter. As you watch your wife nervously turn on the shower, you say, "Do you need me to step in and handle this? I won't let anyone make you feel unsafe."

She laughs softly, not unkindly, her amusement evident as she glances back at you. "No, don't. I think this guy could put you in the hospital. It's okay, really," she reassures you, her voice light despite the tension still lingering in the air. You bristle at her words, feeling a surge of shame at the thought of being unable to protect your own wife from some jerk at the gym.

As she runs her hand under the spray of water, waiting for it to warm up, she tries to dismiss the encounter as insignificant. "It wasn't a big deal, just a creepy guy at the gym. If he bothers me again, I'll say something myself or talk to the someone at the gym," she states firmly, a note of defiance in her voice. You can't help but nod, even as you feel the tangled the stirrings of jealousy and arousal within you at the thought of another man with your wife.

You find yourself overwhelmed by the proximity of your wife's nude body standing within arm's reach, damp with sweat. Unable to resist the temptation, you move forward, enfolding her in your arms and gently kissing her neck. You hands rest possessively on her hips. But before things can escalate, she places a hand on your chest, gently rebuffing you, pressing you back.

"I need to take a shower. Maybe later," she says softly, her voice tinged with a mix of affection and hesitation. You feel a pang of disappointment, but know this is how it always plays out between you. Maybe later? You scoff to yourself, reluctantly backing away. Maybe never. You give her space to shower in peace. As you turn to leave the bathroom, you can't help but feel a sense of frustration building within you. It seems like your attempts at physical intimacy always ends in the same way; in rejection.

As you leave the bathroom, your wife feels a sense of relief wash over her. She watches as you walk out of the room and closes the door behind you, locking it. Finally alone, she climbs into the shower. Lost in her own thoughts, her mind wanders to the man who watched her at the gym. A shiver runs down her spine as she begins to touch herself, her fingers dancing lightly over her bare slit.

The man wasn't handsome my any means. His face was rough in a way that showed resilience and he carried weight across his belly. There was something about him though; the careless confidence of a natural predator. The look in his eyes was uncaring and deliciously dangerous. As the warm water cascades over her body, your wife finds herself surrendering to waves of pleasure. The thoughts of the man at the gym fuels her desire. With gentle caresses and soft moans, she allows herself to fully immerse in the ecstasy of the moment.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the bathroom, you sit on the toilet, your mediocre cock in your hand, having similar fantasies. Your mind is consumed by the same man that had captured your wife's attention earlier. As you jerk yourself off, he can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration and shame. You can't deny the intense arousal that consumed you when thinking about another man watching your beautiful wife.