Yoga…

"Going to the gym" I said out loud.

"Going to the gym" that momentary pause gave me plenty of time to fantasize about my wife. "You know Deidre, I could always come home early and give you the cardio workout that you are going for."

The silence that hung at the end of that sentence made me want to strip down and slide back in bed for some self pleasure. Clearing my throat, "You are a dirty man, Roger, so dirty." Sharing in on his thoughts like any good wife might. "Love you dear but you need to stay overseas till the trade deal is done" I said looking at my assortment of toys that will cure any of my own fantasies that would come up.

"You are looking in your bra and panties drawer" leaving that piece of my fantasy there so I can gawk at it. "Love you right back baby, okay, give me a minute, I have to go Deidre. Love you, be home before you know it."

"Love you too, Roger, take care." How he knows what I am looking at still baffles me but I cannot call him a liar. Touching my assortment of long dildos, powerful vibrators and the perfect companion to any party down there my butt plugs. Sighing because I knew how right he is about my own willingness to play. "But" continuing the sigh, "the trainer that I have requested only took six months to meet" chewing on my bottom lip. "And today is the day." Closing the top drawer on the nightstand, watching as the BWC slide out of view.

Shuttering as I recovered from that innocent display of the shared fantasies between my husband and I. "Okay, time to get ready." I said standing in the closet doorway thumbing through my many different outfits. "Ah, this will do" I said with a flare. Pulling the pants, um, yoga pants to be exact from the closet. Holding them up to my waist and smirking. "These look like someone much thinner would wear" closing the door to my wardrobe.

Putting my yoga pants on would almost seem impossible at least to the majority of men. The stretch over my calf muscle was just the start. Pulling them up along my thighs, watching as my peach legs had disappeared being replaced by a solid color of burgundy. Watching as my struggles managed to make my pussy disappear under the material. Finally, standing up, with the full intention to jerk these bad girls over my bum. To hide the one thing why I landed my husband! "These fit", admiring my silhouette in the full body mirror. "Nicely", finishing my thoughts with my own hands cradling my butt.

To be fair, without a bra on my long sleeved crop top looked like my titty sense was tingling, especially once I pulled up my one piece swimsuit. Looking in the mirror at this burgundy and black combo, readjusting the shoulder straps so that my boobs are squeezed right in the middle. "Okay" laughing at how turned on I am by my own sight. "Now I know why Roger likes me in this outfit" cupping my breasts while my nipples stood out. "Cute" though my hands did not drop my tits instead using my thumbs and forefingers I felt myself up. Pulling on my nipples till the pain was more than I could handle. The release, the instant blood rush to those nipples, the pain, the sudden rush of wetness that had made my pussy want to play more.

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