FIVE

Cate guided the elastic out over Jon’s now-full-staffed erection and shoved it downward, dragging the briefs over his thighs.  Jon’s chortle turned into a low groan when her hand wrapped around his cock.

“Well… if you insist…”  Jon lowered his mouth to Cate’s as he let his hands slide down to her ass.  He squeezed, then pulled her hips against his.  He grunted again when Cate released her grasp and ground her pelvis against his, sandwiching his erection between their bodies.

With an eager whimper Cate curled her tongue around Jon’s, kissing him roughly.  Her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands splayed across his bare back before she curled her fingertips against his taut flesh.  One foot snaked behind Jon’s calf, her knee bending as she wrapped her leg around his in an effort to pull him even closer.

“Mmmph… Cate…”  With a minor struggle and a loud gasp Jon disengaged his mouth from hers.  He chuckled huskily at her amorous fervor.  “Babe… Are you sure you don’t wanna go to the bedroom?”  He turned his head to scan the gym for a suitable spot for their lovemaking but saw only machines, racks of weights, and the somewhat-dingy industrial-grade matting that covered the floor.  “It’s kinda dirty in here.”

He groaned again as he felt Cate’s teeth scrape across his shoulder.  “I like it dirty,” Cate growled as she sucked hard against his smooth flesh.

“But... Ow!”  Jon gasped at her nip, then moaned softly as Cate ground her mound hard against his shaft.  His knees nearly buckled with the wave of lust her movement ignited.  “The floor…” he protested weakly before Cate reclaimed his mouth.  He whimpered against her ravenous kiss, his argument smothered.

Pulling her lips from Jon’s with a wet smack, Cate slid her cheek along Jon’s.  Her hot breath in his ear sent a tingle racing down his spine.  “We don’t have to do it on the floor…” she panted in argument, though she wasn’t sure just where else in this sparsely-furnished room she could immediately jump her husband. 

With a glance to her left Cate spied the narrow, black-vinyl covered bench on the other side of the room.  One end was bracketed by chest-high metal posts that held Jon’s bench-press bar, currently weighted with a pair of large metal plates.  The other end of the bench was unobstructed.

It would work.  She’d make it work.

“C’mere,” Cate growled, abruptly untangling her body from Jon’s and grabbing his hand.  She crossed the room in five quick strides, towing Jon behind her.  Startled by her quick movement, Jon nearly fell flat as he took his first step, forgetting his briefs were tangled around his ankles.  He swiftly kicked them free as Cate dragged him across the room.

Stopping at the end of the bench, she turned and grabbed Jon’s hips.  She ignored his little protest as she maneuvered Jon until he was standing at the bench’s end, then pushed hard.  “Sit,” she ordered hoarsely.

Jon automatically obeyed, though his ego protested his wife’s terse command.  But before his brain could formulate an indignant objection to her treating him like a dog, Cate stripped off her yoga shorts and straddled his thighs.  “Oh, Sweet Jesus…” was all he could manage to mutter as his hands moved to Cate’s trim hips, helping her balance on his lap.

“Lay back,” Cate commanded, this time more quietly.  She pushed firmly against Jon’s chest, urging him to obey.  He did without question, slumping backward without first looking. 

The dull thunk of the back of his head impacting the metal bar made her cringe.

“SonofaBITCH!”  Jon exclaimed, his hand moving swiftly to cover the spot of impact.  “OW!”  He sat back up as he rubbed at the tender spot on his skull.  “FUCK!”

Cate froze, her eyes wide.  “Baby… You okay?”  Her fingers remained curled under the band of her sports bra, ready to peel it from her chest.

“Mother Fff…” Jon gritted his teeth and swallowed the remainder of his curse.  Though the blow to his cranium smarted, the pain was quickly diminished by a fresh wave of carnal lust as Cate shifted on his lap.  His cock twitched eagerly as Jon felt her strip of soft fur rub against its skin.

“I’ll be fine,” Jon growled, pulling his hand from his head and reaching for Cate’s chest.  Pushing away her hands from the elastic he deftly stripped the purple tank from her body, freeing her round breasts.  He flung the damp garment aside and his hands returned to Cate's waist, steadying her on his lap.

Jon groaned at the sight of Cate’s dusky nipples, peaked with arousal.  He lowered his head to capture one in his mouth, ignoring the dull throb at the back of his skull.  Cate gasped, then let out a low moan as she arched toward him.  Jon grunted and opened his mouth wider, sucking in more of her flesh and savoring the salty tang of her sweat.

“God… Jonny…” Cate panted as his mouth moved to her other breast, sucking hard at that peak.  “Lay… lay back.”  She shifted again on Jon’s lap, sliding forward and giving her hips a little roll.  “But be careful.”

With a low growl Jon released Cate’s nipple and nodded, then glanced behind him.  Noting the chrome weight bar’s location, Jon curled back into a recline, this time ducking his head to the side to avoid another painful impact.

“You okay?” Cate asked again though she knew what his answer would be.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”  Cate braced her hands lightly against Jon’s abdomen as she leaned forward.  Her breasts swayed tantalizingly with the movement, making Jon smirk.

“Your tits look fantastic,” he observed.  His hands moved to cup the quivering mounds of flesh, stilling their movement.

Cate chuckled sexily.  “Glad you like ‘em.”  She was fine with Jon’s momentary distraction by her boobs.  It would make her next action all that more pleasurable for him.  

Flexing her thigh muscles, Cate tipped her hips forward and raised herself on Jon’s lap, centering herself over him.  Then in a swift and sudden movement she sat back hard, enveloping his cock in her ready walls.

“Jesus!” Jon yelped as a shockwave bolted through him.  “Aaaagh ! Baby!”  Involuntarily his eyes squeezed shut with his grimace of pleasure.  His hands automatically followed, his fingers curling against Cate’s breasts.

Cate moaned softly at the welcome feel of his hardness inside her.  Though making love to her husband wasn’t exactly a chore, it was a nice bonus that their attempts at procreation were usually satisfying for her as well as for him.  Cate’s passion-laden eyes dropped to Jon’s prone form beneath her, sliding over his trim, well-muscled torso.  Hell, just looking at him was usually enough to get her off.

Jon’s sandy lashes fluttered as he forced his lids apart.  He stared up at her, his eyes clouded deep indigo with lust.  Cate’s lips curled into a smirk as she stared back at him for a long moment, then she sat up straight.  Her breasts slid from Jon’s grasp with the movement, and for a moment his hands clutched helplessly at the air where her body had just been.  Then they clenched into fists when she began to bounce.

“Ohhhhhh…. Oh Fuck… Cate!”  Jon could do little more than moan as she pogoed up and down his shaft.  And as if that fantastic feeling wasn’t enough, her rapid bouncing made her now-unfettered tits jiggle wildly.  His wide eyes locked on the tantalizing sight, fueling his rapidly-building climax.  Good God, she was going to make him come too fast, before she had a chance to catch up…

“Cate…” Jon gasped, his hands dropping to grasp at her thighs as he attempted to slow her movement.  “I’m close… wait… for you…”  Desperately he pushed a hand toward Cate’s crotch, reaching for the sure source of her stimulation.

Cate swallowed a growl and resisted the urge to bat away his hand.  Not  slowing her ride, she shot a glance at the clock on the wall to her left.  While she appreciated Jon’s sense of sexual chivalry in wanting to help her orgasm along with him, she just didn’t have time this morning.  She smirked again as she realized it was probably time to break out her acting skills.

“Oh GOD, Jon!” she gasped loudly and leaned forward a little more so that Jon’s cock flexed inside her.  The change of angle made him whimper, and she picked up the pace.  “God, Baby… I’m… I’m so…”  Cate tossed her head back and let her eyes close to further convince him of her arousal.  Her breasts bounced wildly as she gyrated on his lap.

“Christ… YEAH… Come on Baby…” Jon grunted, her reaction exciting him even more.  He felt the familiar fire racing up his legs and down his arms, toward his center.  He gritted his teeth together as he fought to hold onto his orgasm just a minute longer.

“JON!” Cate saw his resistance in his clenched jaw and squealed his name almost as much in frustration as in faux-passion frenzy.  She didn’t want him to hold back, she needed him to hurry up and come so she could fake her orgasm while he was distracted by his own.  If he didn’t hurry up she wouldn’t have time to do the necessary follow-up to their sexual encounter.

“Oh… Oh My God…” Jon panted.  His abs clenched and his hands scrabbled over Cate’s thighs, seeking a hold.  Impatiently Cate brushed them away, letting out another dramatic moan for good measure.

Jon’s hands fluttered in the air at his sides for a moment, searching for a place to rest.  Realizing there was nothing at his sides to hold on to, Jon remembered the object above him and reached up.  His hands fisted around the chrome weight bar that hovered over his head, his knuckles whitening with the intensity of his grasp.

“Oh, Jonny!  I’m… I’m… I’M…”   Cate bounced as fast and hard as she could on Jon’s cock, her workout-weary thighs screaming in protest as she did her best to force him to let go.

Jon let out a hoarse, grunting shout as his climax erupted. His head tossed back and his mouth opened as he bucked his hips upward, unconsciously urging his seed into her womb.  The weight bar rattled in its cradle as he pulled down hard with his arms to counteract the upward thrust of his pelvis.

Cate let out a whimper of relief as she felt his wet warmth fill her.  She stopped bouncing and clenched her glutes and thigh muscles, making her lower body shudder with fatigue.  She added another raspy “Oh Jonny!” for good measure.  She was pretty sure her performance had been convincing but a little extra vocalization couldn’t hurt.  

Jon responded with another raspy moan.

Breathing heavily from her exertion, Cate let herself slump forward onto Jon’s chest.  She panted softly for a moment, then pressed a kiss against his sweaty pectoral.  “Wow,” she murmured breathily.

Jon let his hands slip from the bar and fall heavily to his sides, his knuckles making dull thumps as they hit the mat-covered floor.  “Yeah,” he breathed.

Cate chuckled as she listened to his heart thudding under her ear.  “Oh, and since I didn't say it earlier…Good Morning.”

Jon rumbled a hoarse chuckle at that.  “Morning.”  His eyes fluttered open and he sucked in a couple deep breaths, then he raised his head.  He smirked amusedly at Cate’s strange position atop him, her feet on the floor but her body fully prone on his.

Feeling his eyes on her, Cate raised her head and gave him a little smile before pushing herself upright.  Her nose wrinkled in a little grimace at the moist smacking noise that accompanied the disunion of their lower bodies.  She felt a slick of wet warmth coat her inner thighs, prompting her to move quickly.

Jon groaned when Cate dismounted him, leaving him naked and soiled on the weight bench.  With glassy eyes he turned his head to watch her move lithely over to the cupboard in the corner.  She pulled out two clean towels and returned, shaking one out of its roll as she approached. 

Cate draped the clean towel modestly over Jon’s midsection before moving past him to another exercise apparatus.  Jon’s gaze followed, his head turning from one side to the other on the bench, rolling over the tender spot on the back of his head and making him flinch. 

Jon raised a quizzical eyebrow as he watched his wife stop in front of the wide black-upholstered plank that served as a crunch/situp board.  Again her breasts swayed she stooped to adjust the incline on the board until it was at its steepest angle. 

“Cate?  What the Hell…?”

She didn’t answer, instead turning to perch on the edge of the board toward its high end.  Her naked behind squeaked against the vinyl as she grabbed the side of the board, lowered herself onto her side, then rolled onto her back.  Cate swung her legs over the highest end and shimmied around until her feet dangled over the end of the board, the bend in her knees keeping her from sliding headfirst down the plank to the floor.  Once secure Cate arched her back, raising her buttocks off the vinyl far enough to slide her fresh towel underneath before relaxing.

Jon’s mouth dropped open at the sight of his wife reclining almost upside-down and naked on his incline situp plank.  He didn’t know what to say about her absurd yet strangely erotic pose.

Aware of Jon’s reaction, Cate smirked at the ceiling for a moment before turning her face toward him.  She chuckled quietly at the astonishment in his expression.

“What the fuck… What… Why are you hanging upside down?”  Jon sputtered, still not quite able to comprehend her actions. 

Cate giggled at his question, her musical laughter floating across the room and making the corners of his mouth automatically turn upward.

“I’m elevating my hips.  To give your boys a little extra help with their swim upstream.”  Her explanation was delivered matter-of-factly, with a hint of cheerful tease.

Jon’s brow furrowed for a moment as his sluggish brain processed her answer.  Unconsciously he lifted a hand to rub at his crotch while he thought.  His other hand raised to scratch at his scalp, his fingers weaving through the thick tangle of blonde above his right eye.

Cate giggled again at Jon’s priceless reaction.  How Freudian of him to scratch at both his heads while he puzzled over the mysteries of the reproductive process.

His blue eyes narrowing at his wife’s obvious amusement, Jon snorted semi-indignantly.  He started to heave his body upright, but at the last second remembered the heavy metal bar above his head.  He carefully craned his neck to avoid another painful impact as he slowly pulled himself up to sit, straddling the bench. 

Jon blew out a breath, then looked back at Cate.  Her amused smile made him grin sheepishly.  Now he understood what she was doing.  It was another harmless ritual, one she usually performed in their bed with a pillow under her hips. 

“Oh.  I get it now.”  Jon snickered as he slowly shook his head, his eyes roving over Cate’s nude body.  “How long you gonna stay like that?  You look like some kinda kinky Batgirl or something.”

“Gee, thanks.”  Cate’s hands moved to her middle, covering her womb.  “I really should stay still for at least a half an hour, but I don’t have that kinda time this morning.  So I guess just a few more minutes.”

Jon’s smile softened as his gaze came to rest on his wife’s hands.  He knew as well as Cate did that her current action was basically superstitious nonsense; he had read the same online articles about fertility facts and myths as she had.  Nowhere had either of them found any scientific support for the old wives’ tale that a woman should elevate her legs after intercourse to increase her chance of conception.

But if it made her feel better to indulge in a little superstitious ritualism, Jon wasn’t going to say a word.  After all, he had his own pre-show habits that he knew were silly and meaningless, but they helped him get geared up to do his job.  If hanging upside down like a naked postcoital bat made Cate feel like she was doing something positive to get pregnant, so be it.

With a soft chortle, Jon gave his head a little shake and dropped his gaze to the towel draping his lap.  He slowly stood, then carefully scrubbed the terrycloth across his crotch and ass, wiping away the residual stickiness of his pleasure.  Jon wrapped the towel around his waist and secured it with a tuck as he moved over to stand beside Cate.

“Ya know… you look kind of ridiculously sexy like that.”  Jon grinned down at his wife.  “Maybe we should do it upside down on that thing next time.”

Cate laughed.  “I’m not sure either of us is that acrobatic.  But this position does have its advantages...” Her hands slid up her sides to cup under her full breasts.  “My tits are back up where they’re supposed to be.”

Jon rolled his eyes, then leaned down to give Cate’s cheek a nuzzle.  “Your tits look just fine the way they are.  No matter which way’s up.”  He straightened, then gave a little sigh.  “So, your tea’s probably not hot anymore.”

“Probably not.”  Cate gave Jon a coy smile.  “Any chance I can get a fresh one after I shower?”

“It’s a possibility.  But it’s gonna cost ya.”

“Oh really? What?”

“A few minutes of your attention, before you dash out the door.”  Jon gave his wife a direct look.  “I want to run something by you.  And it’s kinda urgent.”

Cate’s expression sobered.  “Okay.  Is it something serious?”

Jon shook his head and gave Cate a gentle smile.  “No.  Nothing bad, just a change of plans for the next few days is all.”  He reached down to cover Cate’s hand, which was again resting over her lower abdomen, with his.  “You better go get in the shower or you’ll be late for work.”

Cate sighed softly, but nodded.  “Yeah, I know.”  Jon watched her expression, half-expecting her to protest that she needed to remain in her position for at least another few minutes.  But she didn’t argue.

“Want me to help you up?”

“Nah.” Cate smiled.  “I got myself up here, I can get myself down.”

“Okay.  I’ll go make you some more of that shitty tea.  And maybe even some breakfast.”  Jon gave Cate a little wink before turning away.  “Now get your ass moving, Special Agent Sullivan-Bongiovi.”

Cate laughed at his prod.  “Yes, Dear.”  But she didn’t move as she watched him stroll to the corner, pick up her mug, and exit the room. 

When he was gone Cate turned her face to the ceiling and took a deep breath.  Her hands moved in a gentle massage over her womb as she closed her eyes and concentrated on slowing her breathing.  When she spoke, her voice was a stern mutter.

“Alright you little fuckers… Swim.”