Part VII (continued):
We arrived at the bustling gym, always crowded with the Saturday morning go-getters. With time to spare before the boxing class began, Joe found a shoulder press machine to kill the anxious moments of impatiently waiting and to expend the built-up nervous energy. Of course, he had positioned himself in perfect view of the studio classroom...how convenient of a location. "My Joe....so predictable" I thought to myself, having seen Mackensie just enter the gym.
The gym floor seemed to suddenly halt activity as all the men seemed to take notice of the new scantily clad gym babe strutting her stuff. Mackensie wore tight little spandex shorts, showing off her perfectly shaped ass. We also coordinate our ripped tops to match closely, another devious and brilliant suggestion from her. After the dramatic gym entrance, Mackensie flirted her way to a free guest pass with the captivated male employees at the front desk, as she showed off her boxing gloves for them. She parted the front desk with a flirtaitous wink saying "thanks for taking care of me" in the most seductive way. Did everything with her have to be sexual innuendo?
Mackensie then made her way over to the boxing studio, having waved to me from across the gym floor. But not before she noticed Joe, taking a detour to say hello to him, who happily greeted her. Being the assertive type, Kensie hugged him tight, holding on just a tad bit too long, and then smooched my husband on the cheek. Hardly the greeting one might expect after only meeting Joe once outside the restaurant for a few minutes. I understood why Mackensie was trying to flirt with him, but I won't lie, it definitely triggered a primal jealous inside me, getting my competitive juices flowing.
"Have a good class" Joe said too eagerly with excitement. Mackensie bid him farewell, but stopped to look over her should at my husband again, giving Joe a wink and a wave. Walking into the boxing studio she said "Ready for the show?" with a hint of a smile, knowing I was watching her flirt with my husband. "Looks like the show already started when you walked into the gym Kensie. But let's make it a good one Champ" I called her sarcastically.
The class kicked off with a few short laps around the studio to get a little sweat going. Joe was immediately attached to the window, watching our big tits bounce up and down in our tiny tops as we jogged. After the warmup, it was time to stretch our lithe bodies to loosen up our limbs. Naturally I suggested Mackensie and I locate near the back of the studio, so Joe could get a good look at our perfectly round asses bent over in a deep stretch. By this time, our bodies shined with a slick sweat as Mackensie and I took turns punching the heavy bag. We took turns waving at Joe, clearly trying to hide his boner and pretend he was working out.
When it was time to shadow box with a fellow classmate, Mackensie and I quickly paired up as sparring partners. We shadowed boxed, squaring off with each but not making contact. Mackensie decided to have fun with it, knowing Joe was watching. She feigned one of my punches landing and pretended that I knocked her down. My husband's eyes nearly popped out of his head, forgetting the charade of working out for a moment before catching himself.
About forty minutes into the boxing session, we approached exhaustion with our hair a drenched mess. When the class finally ended, Mackensie and I wrapped towels around our neck like two championship fighters that had just gone ten rounds. Our plunging v-neck tops were soaked as our cleavage glistened in the hot lights. It almost looked as if we had oiled our bodies up. Actually we had.....my idea this time.
As planned, we hung around after class, waving on Joe to come join us in the boxing studio. Not that it took much convincing....."Mind taking some fun pictures for us babe?" handing Joe my phone, "Oh I'm sure you don't mind one bit" I teased while the three of us laughed. With the camera pointed at us, Mackensie and I immediately snapped into character, facing off with each other as if the referee were reading us the rules before the fight. Our hands on hips, a prideful staredown of confidence. In my mind, I was actually trying to intimidate Mackensie, I'm not sure if she comprehended how serious I was. But after a while, our posed staredown became a giggling contest, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
On the other hand, Joe was instructing us as if he was professional veteran photographer, enjoying this a little too much, unable to believe his "luck". If he only knew.... Mackensie and I squared off again for my photos, this time with our gloves up and a look of intensity on our faces. Joe asked us to both hold our left arms extended in a jab, nearly making contact with each other's chests. I feigned getting hit with a left hook from Mackensie, throwing my wet hair back, my mouth open and head turned as if I just took a punch. Mackensie returned the favor after I pretended to counter punch, of course she over-dramatized it with the high-pitched shrieking and cries.
At the end, we raised each other's arms to signal the end of our match, minus the bumps and bruises. It was actually a lot of fun for The Twins, but not as much fun as Joe was having. He was snapping pictures in rapid fire succession, as if he was afraid this sexy content would be lost forever. If he only knew what was ahead for him.....
Sometimes Joe isn't nearly as slick as he thinks he is. My husband handed my phone back, catching his breath in the process; I swear there was smoke coming out of his ears. Naturally, Mackensie and I immediately poured over the hot photoshoot to find a handful of the best ones to post on social media. We had trouble narrowing it down, so Mackensie suggested Joe helping us when we got home. Checking my phone again, I noticed a large email in my outbox....sent to Joe of course....consisting of all 69 boxing pictures. Apparently he couldn't wait to file these away in his collection.
Mackensie took the opportunity to improvise again...."Hey Lace, I was wondering, since I clearly won our mock boxing match, who do you think would win a real foxy boxing match?" Kensie seductively used that word "foxy" on purpose, with us having stumbled upon an entire folder "FB" in his archives. "Excuse me.....bitch, but how exactly did you win a posed boxing match?" I protested in a playful manner. "Well let's ask Joe....honey, who do you think would win a real foxy boxing match?" I fluttered my eyes at him. Beside himself at this point, my husband was unable to mount a response.
"Clearly Lacey would win" a distant voice projected from the entrance of the boxing studio. Mackensie turned to find a stacked blonde saunter over to our little threesome, her blonde hair in pigtails and her tits escaping the bottom of a tiny crop top. "And just who might you be....honey?" Mackensie implored with her chin raised, looking the tanned blonde up and down, unimpressed. "Heather...and just who are you....sweetheart?" Heather returned the catty reply. "Sweetheart" was anything but a term of endearment in this case, said in the most condescending way. Joe and I turned to look at each, our eyes widened as if to say "oh now this is entertaining".
There are certain personalities who should absolutely never be in proximity to each other, particularly when it comes to beautiful women. There isn't enough oxygen in the room to quench their thirst for attention. No two women I could think captured that point as well as Mackensie and Heather, destined to be enemies from the instant they laid eyes on each other. Kensie walked confidently over to Heather, standing uncomfortably close, their heavy tits nearly colliding..."This must be the one you were telling me about Lace" Mackensie announced, looking Heather up and down as she circled around Heather, inspecting her like a piece of meat. I didn't exactly appreciate Mackensie inferring that I was talking behind Heather's back, but I can see that Joe was enjoying the unfolding tension. "I can tell you for certain who would finish a distant third" Mackensie retorted, smirking with satisfaction at her clever reply.
I had to laugh to myself at this unplanned intervention from the Head Cheerleader. "Wow, is Heather in on this plot too?" I thought silently to myself, "I didn't even coach her up but she's just a natural with the cattiness". With the awkward silence hanging in the air, I stepped between the two tigresses, breaking the tension with "Heather, this is Mackensie. An old friend of mine in town. We were just on our way home", as I pulled Kensie by the wrist to leave. Joe tagged along like a lost puppy dog, clearly feeling robbed of the confrontational scene unfolding in front of his eyes. "Maybe I'll see you at the next boxing class...Heather", Mackensie got one more jab in as we left.
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All the pent-up aggression boiled over when Joe and I got home. I immediately ran the water in the shower, seeking out my husband in the kitchen wearing only a towel. "Join me?" I asked wagging my finger in a come-hither motion, walking ahead of Joe so that he had to chase me to the bathroom. Joe entered to find a steamy shower door with the imprint of my ass pressed against it. Feeling him slide in behind me, I let the warm water cascade over my body, hands in my hair with my back arched. Joe grabbed my tits from behind and pulled me into him, kissing my neck.
"Wow what a tense moment at the gym" I turned to face him, raising my eyebrows, "I thought the girls might actually fight." turning my back on him again. Just the suggestion of a catfight between Heather and Mackensie instantly made him rock hard. I could feel his heavy cock tapping against my ass, yearning to be inside me. Joe had no intention of easing his way inside this time, as he forcefully thrusts himself deep into my wet pussy.
Playing coy, as if I didn't know about my husband's fetish, I continued "Now that's a heavyweight fight I'd like to see, would you want to watch that babe?". The pounding came harder and faster with that question, our flesh audibly smacking against each other. My body shivered as I came so good on his cock, the sensation of euphoria washing over me. "Maybe I'll invite them over babe, we can watch them fight, would you like that?" I finally told him, dropping to my knees and stroking his cock until he covered my tits in cum.
