Wyatt Cain was a fit man. He had to be in order to keep up with his young wife…and he didn't just mean keeping up with her sexually, though that was part of it. He also worked out to be a better protector for her. She was, after all, the love of his life.
Believe it or not, the OZ actually had exercise equipment very similar to the Other Side. He had his own built in gym in a room adjoining their suit.
So, as he was lying back bench pressing, he didn't notice DG standing in the doorway watching him. If he hadn't been concentrating so hard on his reps, he might have noticed the way her breathing was labored, and her eyes were kind of glazed over.
Nothing turned DG on more than watching her husband work out.
The sheen of sweat across his forehead, the way his muscles flexed, his heavy breathing. It made her burn.
She walked towards him, hand held out. Just as she was about to run her hand up his chest, she looked up…into his eyes. He was staring right back at her.
Nothing turned Wyatt on more than seeing his wife in one of his shirts. Buttoned only half way, bare legs, and he was sure, no panties.
He looked up just as her hand was reaching down to caress him.
"Are you trying to distract me, Sweetheart?" he asked.
She just smiled and nodded her head.
Wyatt pushed his arms up one last time and laid the bar to rest.
As he started to sit up, DG pushed him back down and shook her head. She trailed her hand up his sweat slickened chest and ghosted her fingers around one nipple and then the other.
Wyatt's breathing became harder and when she trailed her fingers down his stomach he gasped and grabbed her hand. DG pulled her hand loose and rubbed down his inner thigh, never touching the place he most craved.
"Please, DG…,"he whispered.
When DG pulled his sweat pants down and wrapped her hand around him, he whimpered.
She gave him several long strokes before she went to her knees and took him into her mouth. Wyatt started to spring from the bench and DG quickly pushed him firmly back down and told him, "No."
Wyatt, panting, lay back down and DG firmly began to suck him. Just when he thought he could take no more, she stands up and straddles him.
She lifts his shirt that she is wearing and slowly sinks down on him with a sigh of absolute pleasure. At first he closes his eyes, but the sound of his wife's pleasured moans wouldn't allow him to keep his eyes closed for long.
She was magnificent in her pleasure. When she leaned forward and used the bar for leverage to grind down on him harder, Wyatt lost all control. He reached up and ripped the shirt she was wearing apart...buttons flying everywhere.
Still holding onto the bar, DG lowered her chest and rubbed both of her nipples across Wyatt's mouth. He latched on to one and then the other, back and forth. DG cried out in pleasure, moaning his name, riding him harder.
Wyatt, almost to the point of no return, pulls out of his wife's hot, wet heat, grabs her and bends her over the bench seat. When he enters her again from behind, DG Screams her pleasure at the new angle.
"Wyatt…I'm coming!"
At that confession, Wyatt lost the last bit of self-control he had, slammed into her one last time, and spilled his seed deep inside his wife's body.
Lying in their bed after an equally enjoyable shower, DG says, "Maybe I can start working out with you."
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Sweetheart. I won't be able to get in much of a work-out with you there as a distraction."
"Hmm…are sure about that," asked DG? "I think we both got an excellent work-out."
He couldn't argue with that.