Erotic fiction inspired by Tracey Lindsay in “Flexible 2”
We had a pretty great life. I earned, so she didn’t need to. I made good money, enough for us to live our lives as we pleased.
Tracy liked to take care of her body. For her, a good day was one in which she swam, ran, cycled and hit the gym. And every day she would begin with some yoga – she was incredibly flexible because of it. Every morning I would leave for work as she was starting her workout, and it always made me want to stay and watch, but for me to earn the big bucks I had to be in the office early each day.
Except when I decided to take an impromptu day off. I loved my wife, loved her body, and loved to watch her – she was mesmerizing to me. So I didn’t tell her I was staying home that morning, but ran through my usual routine – shave, shower, suit and tie, breakfast and out the door. Tracy didn’t suspect a thing.
Grabbing my car keys, I paused in the doorway to enjoy my usual long glimpse of my gorgeous wife starting her yoga practice before saying goodbye, swinging the door half closed and making my exit.
I even slammed the front door shut just to make sure she thought I was gone, and then I crept back down the hall. I’d planned to watch her for a little while, just to enjoy the sight of her beautiful body as she flexed in her tight little yoga pants, then step out from behind the door.
I had left the door open just enough so that I could watch through the crack, the hall dark enough to hide me in the shadows. There I was, half bent over in a subconscious effort to hide, watching my wife through the crack in the door, smiling to myself about the prank I was playing on her; but I soon forgot about jumping out on her when she really got to work.
She was amazing to watch standing straight up, legs locked, bending all the way down to touch her toes, then coming back up and arching her back and pushing her chest out. But I was stunned to see her take her top off then, and hold her arms out beside her in a T shape, then bend them back in and toy with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and making them stiff.
She was making me hard instantly. Did she do this every day? I reached down to squeeze my stiffening prick inside my pants. Next, she knelt down on her yoga mat and pulled her body in tight like a ball, then moved back out until she was on her hands and knees, arching her back up and down, getting me seriously horny when she pushed her fine ass up, her slit camel toeing in her tight yoga pants.
I neatly cried out when she rolled her pants down her thighs and reached between her legs to stroke her pussy. Even from where I was standing, I could see she was wet when her fingers splayed her lips open to show the glistening pink perfection within.
I unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock, watching my wife play with herself, loving every minute of it. Then it struck me – that’s my wife I’m watching, I don’t have to hide out here, I can go right in and surprise her!
The door swung open silently and I walked in, my steps audible if she’d been listening for them. “I need some help,” I said, standing behind her with my erection jutting out.
She screamed then – I must have given her the shock of her life – and fell forward onto her mat, struggling to get dressed for just an instant, until her brain caught up with her and she realized it was me.
“What the fuck!” she said, breathing heavily. “Did you sneak back in?”
I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants to the floor, kneeling on the mat behind her. “I‘m coming in, sweetheart, but there’ll be no sneaking.”
Tracy got back up onto her hands and knees. “You scared me, honey,” she said. She pressed her ass back against me, her wet pussy sliding over my cock, forcing it down between her legs, her lips rolling over my shaft.
“You didn’t scare me,” I replied. “You turned me on. Do you do this every day? I’m going to have to start being late for work every morning…”
I felt her hand press up against my cock as she rubbed her clit over me, pressing me tight to her. Then she moved forward and buried me inside her tight, wet hole, pushing her booty right back and taking me all the way inside. What a feeling! So tight, so warm, so enveloping.
I gripped her by the hips and pulled her to me, enjoying being balls deep inside her, but she was pulling away from me, eager to slide herself up and down me. So I let go and relaxed as she did all the work, sliding her pussy all the way off my rod and back down to the balls nice and slow.
I suddenly felt overdressed and scrambled to take of my tie and shirt, pulling away as I did. Tracy glanced over her shoulder, then smiled and stood up.
“How about like this, baby?” she said, planting her feet apart and bending down to touch her toes, legs perfectly straight. Damn, that was about the hottest thing I had ever seen, my wife grabbing her ankles, looking at me through her legs, her pussy and ass shining with her own juices. I was inside her in a flash, my hands on her hips, bouncing her back and forth on my dick vigorously.
I pulled out, slapped my cock on her asshole, rubbed it over her pussy and clit some more, then plunged back inside, loving it. She was moaning now, a little squeal of pleasure coming out of her with every hard thrust. Then, gasping out the words, she told me to hold still.
She pulled away, stood up straight and turned to face me. “I can do this, too,” she said, lifting one leg up beside her until it was over her head. Then she came to rest it on my shoulder. She pulled me closer to her and reached down for my cock. She had a filthy smile on her face as she guided me into her pussy, then wrapped her arms around my waist – I had never had her so open before, never been able to get that deep inside.
We were pressed tightly together, kissing hard, her tongue in my mouth, my nails digging into the flesh of her ass.
“Cum in me,” Tracy whispered in my ear, and she took hold of my hips and began to bounce her pussy against me. I was only too happy to oblige, my whole body and mind given over to this incredible experience, blasting hot semen deep up inside her as she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy.
She held me tight until the waves of pleasure had subsided, then guided me slowly out, my cum following my dick as it left her pussy, splashing onto her yoga mat and down her thigh.
“Now I’ll have that little cum stain to remember you by every morning when I run through my yoga practice,” said Tracy, slowly lowering her leg back to the floor.
Getting to work on time never seemed so important after that day…
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