The pantyhose swished as he moved, the torn fabric brushing his skin, and he rolled his shoulders, feeling the muscles shift under her frame. He finished the set, panting slightly, and flexed his arms,Sexy Wife grinning at her. He glanced in the mirror–her athletic frame looked unstoppable, muscles defined even at rest, the pantyhose a wild contrast to the sleek workout gear.

Linda emerged from his room in his old gym clothes–a loose tank top and shorts that hung awkwardly on his slighter frame. “Yeah, well,” she said, her voice gruff, “try keeping that up for three sets.” She grabbed a lighter pair–ten pounds–and started her own curls, her arms trembling by the fifth rep.