One day at the gym, one such gorgeous young lady had been thrusting out her perfect, toned, sizeable, shapely ass, with her back arched like a tigress...in heat, towards me all afternoon, giving me sidelong 'come hither' glances. Next thing I knew, I was on some machine when I saw her directly across from me 'toning her thighs,' her long legs open wide-to-the-max, showing me her cunt through her hot-pink spandex short-shorts, slowly flexing her thighs open and closed, staring at me with. She was obviously wet, her panties already soaked with her fluids. Dirty little Chelsea with her secrets, I thought, smiling to myself. They were my secrets now, I thought, barely aware of the hand between my opening thighs as I rubbed my own pussy, also warm and wet with lust.Next, as I’d anticipated now that I was beginning to understand her kinks, she slipped her egg into her welcoming cunt, her natural lubrication easing its way, her panties obviously in place to keep it from slipping. My wife left for work fifteen minutes earlier. Lucy followed me into my kitchen and closed the door. She said, "I know you watch me every Saturday when I change and bathe, so last night as I was alone I decided to put on a bit of a show. Did you enjoy it?"I had to admit I did and blushed as I made the statement.She replied, "Good." Lucy's hand slowly rubbed the front of my shorts. My mouth gaped open in pleasure. "I'm gonna cum in my pants if you keep that up," I said nervously, as my cock. It was the tradition that it was the man who did the proposing in therelationship unless it was a leap year. The last leap year had just goneand it would be another three years until she was supposed to be able topop the question. That would never do however, and Helen felt that shemight just have a little loophole that would satisfy all tradition.Alex was still in bed as Jean got up and went to the fridge. She took outthe last can of diet coke and opened it before pouring the contents downthe.