My Wife and I Took a Break from Working Out to Fuck in the HOA Clubhouse Family Bathroom
Hot and horny, we pounded each other in doggy-style position.
Watching her squat, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass, accentuated so perfectly by her tight black leggings. Up and down she went with 135 pounds on her shoulders. My sexual desire for her intensified by the second as I pumped iron nearby.
After 22 years of marriage, I still can’t get enough of her.
After my set, I walked over to Lauren and kissed her, fondling her ass cheeks in my hands as our lips met, not caring about the security cameras monitoring us. With no one else in our HOA gym, it’s not uncommon for us to physically flirt with each other and cap it all off with some intense lovemaking back at home.
“You’d better stop that,” she playfully ordered as I groped her ass cheeks.
Escalating my flirting, I reached up and fondled her breasts, covered only by a hot pink jog bra that had a revealing low cut. I couldn’t care less about the cameras. I enjoyed her sweatiness.
“Seriously?” she asked me with a smile. “Can’t this wait?”
“How about in here?” I asked.
“In here? Are you kidding me? There are cameras on us right now. Plus, someone could walk in anytime,” Lauren replied, not protesting to my fondling her delicious 34D melons. In fact, she was now rubbing my hardening cock over my shorts.
In truth, I was kidding about getting it on in the HOA gym, but just adjacent to us were private family locker rooms, where we had in the past retreated for quickies.
“OK, how about in one of the locker rooms?” I suggested, still playing with her tits. Her nipples were now extremely hard and I pinched them over her jog bra.
“Even after last night, you still haven’t had enough?” she asked, referring to no-holds-barred fun we had the prior evening with two other couples we know well.
“I can’t get enough of you. How about the locker room?”
“We could do that… yah,” my Swedish bride answered, now reaching into my shorts.
We grabbed our things and adjourned to the nearest family locker room, turning on the light and locking the door behind us to eliminate the possibility of being caught.
We kissed again. In the privacy of the locker room, my hands strayed into her leggings to fondle her bare ass cheeks (she had on no panties). She reached into my shorts to give me a handjob, clearly pleased by my throbbing hardness and pre-cum.
She sat down on the bench and removed her shoes, then rolled off her leggings, leaving her lower body now completely nude. No sooner had I removed my shorts than Lauren took my dick into her hungry mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked me off.
I looked into the mirror next to us and enjoyed watching my bride blow me. I ran my fingers through her thick blonde hair, feeling so content in this moment as she pleasured me.
“As good as this feels, I think we should fuck,” I whispered.
My dick still in her mouth, she looked up and into my eyes.
“Mmmm, sounds like a plan,” she offered warmly.
She stood up and bent over, her hands resting against the bench.
I got behind her and gradually worked my dick into her pussy. Lauren wasn’t yet very wet, so it took some finagling, but I finally made it all the way inside her and could now feel her wetness building as I slowly fucked her.
She reached back and masturbated, balancing her body with one arm while she got off on herself.
With no anal plug on hand, I licked my thumb and slid it all the way into Lauren’s ass, getting an audible whimper from her.
“You are so bad, daddy” she whimpered.
“You like my thumb in your ass?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You’re an anal kind of girl, aren’t you?”
“You know it, daddy.”
With my thumb still in her ass, I grabbed her cheeks as I thrust back and forth, our skin slapping. She had quickly gotten quite wet.
We fucked for maybe five or six minutes before she orgasmed. While she came, I slowed my pace, going deep but now thrusting very gradually, marveling at the view of the action. I could see her labia moving back and forth with my cock as I moved in and out of her. All the while, Lauren whimpered and quietly moaned as she came, my thumb still in her ass. “Oh yeah,” she said over and over again between her whimpers and moans.
By this time, I, too, was ready to cum. I picked up the pace of my thrusts and, within seconds, felt the quickly-building gush of my load. I went all the way inside Lauren and unleashed my fluid, firing spurt after spurt right up against her cervix.
“Oh yeah,” I echoed as I filled her with my hot, sticky sperm.
Lauren glanced back at me with a look of deep satisfaction.
“That felt so good,” I said, still inside her, now fondling her breasts (still covered by her jog bra.)
“It did,” she agreed. And then she added: “This has gotten to be our little place, huh?”
She had a point. We’d had a lot of quickies in here in the past few years. I wondered how many other couples had done the same.
I remained inside her, enjoying my oneness with her. Finally, I pulled out and got her some tissue to capture the leakage.
After getting dressed, we finished up our workouts.
