Marie in her goddamned running leggings. They make me think horribly dirty things.

And she knows it. The one pair that has spider webs all over it makes me especially insane. Something about the way they hug the curves of her hips and roundness of her delicious ass.

She came out into the hall wearing those leggings, her running shoes, and a favorite tee. Her long black hair was up in a ponytail and she was doing her best to untangle earbuds.

I stared at her for a beat and felt my cock jerk. I’d woken up horny, but seeing her like that just made my brain shut down and my dick wake up.

“Hello, sexy,” I growled.

She looked up at me, smiled, laughed, and then — seeing I was serious — she raised an eyebrow in question.

“I like your pants,” I said.

She looked at them as if she’d never seen them before. “Oh, yeah. These. You do like these, don’t you?”

I nodded.

She turned her ass to me, looked over her shoulder, shook her booty, and said, “They do make it pop, don’t they?”

I groaned. “You’re killing me.”

But she knew damn well what she was doing and I was about to remind her how much I loved that sweet ripe ass of hers.

I went to her and took the earbuds out of her hand. I put them on the ledge and then cupped her pussy through her leggings. I let the heat of my hand sink in as I kissed her roughly. I backed her up against the hallway wall and dragged my finger along the cleft of her pussy. I found her clit as I kissed a line down her throat.

She reached around and grabbed my ass, hauling me forward. I bumped my hard cock against her tight leggings, and she laughed against my shoulder.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

“Oh yeah?”

She pushed me back with tented fingers. “You are? Where? Where are you going to fuck me?”

I knew what she meant but teased her anyway. “In the hallway, it looks like.”

Marie rolled her eyes. “Jerk.”

I pushed my hand down in her leggings and slid my fingertip between her pussy lips. I pushed my finger into her and it gripped me tight.

“I mean where?” Her pussy quivered around my fingertip. She was turned-on. Beyond turned-on. When I fucked her ass, it drove her crazy.

“In the ass, sweetheart. Of course.” I nibbled on her shoulder and with my free hand pinched her taut little nipple through her sports bra. “But first, I need to make sure my girl is good and turned-on. I need to make sure when I slide into your tight little back hole it’s good for you and for me. How’s that sound?”

She was nodding over and over again, eyes shut, mesmerized and aroused by the things I whispered in her ear. Her run was forgotten. Her body was on red alert for the pleasure to come.

I worked my fingers in and out of her wet cunt. She pressed herself against the wall. I kissed her again and she clutched at me — fully aroused, pure instinct, beyond thinking. I dropped to my knees on the hallway’s hardwood floor. I dropped my towel. Already naked, go figure.

I pressed my open mouth against her pussy and exhaled, letting my hot breath invade her leggings and her sex. She pushed her hands into my wet hair and when I glanced up at her, she was watching us in the hallway’s full-length mirror. I smiled at her reflection, peeled her leggings down, and buried my face between her thick thighs. I slid my tongue along her pussy lips, parted them, found her hard clit, and licked it. Her hips shot forward and her breath rushed out of her.

I suckled on her clitoris, pushing my fingers into her pussy. I knew she was watching us in the mirror, so I made sure to extend my tongue enough for her to get flashes and flickers of pink as I licked her.

I finally grew tired of my own game and pulled the leggings down all the way. I pulled her sneakers off and took the leggings off entirely, dropping them in a pile. I knocked her legs wide and went back to it, tracing figure eights and whirls and patterns on her clitoris as she bucked and danced against the wall.

I pushed a second finger inside her, driving them against her G-spot.

When she came, she pulled my hair. A gush of juices flowed out of her and I thought I’d lose my mind.

“Face the wall,” I growled.

She turned and pressed her cheek to the wall. Her tits were pressed almost flat, her palms on the white surface. I looked at her looking at us in the mirror and smiled. Then I parted her ass cheeks and let my tongue draw mad circles around her ass. She shivered and giggled like she always does. I licked her until she was pressing that ass back to meet me. I rocked into her, thrusting up hard, lifting her on her tiptoes a few times. We watched ourselves in the mirror. She was breathless and blushing and gorgeous.

She came so fast, I had to laugh. I had managed to turn my beautiful wife on with the thought of fucking her ass.

And now I would.

I pulled out of her and tugged her back a few steps from the wall. I put my hands on her hips, skated them across her lower back, and pressed until she bent herself forward. Her ass was sticking out, hands still on the wall, her long dark hair swaying around her face. She still watched us, making my dick hard enough to pound nails.

I dragged my fingers through her wetness and painted it around her asshole. I pushed a finger into her ass and when it accepted it smoothly, I added a second. She gave a heaving little gasp and my cock jumped at the sound.

I watched my fingers plunge inside her all the way to the top, then pulled them free, and then I thrust them in again. It was mesmerizing to watch. Her sounds told me she was into it, and when she pushed herself back to take my fingers deeper, I knew I was good to go.

I pulled my fingers out and gripped her hips. “Ready for my cock in that sweet ass of yours?”

She groaned, tossed her head, and bucked under me.

“Say it,” I teased.

“Yes. Jesus. I’ve been ready. Put it in me. Fuck me.”

It was my turn to groan. When she talked like that, it drove me nuts.

I positioned myself and pressed my cockhead to her ass. I watched the tip disappear and felt her velvety flesh encompass me. I shut my eyes for a moment, just taking it in. Then I pressed forward.

Marie was breathing hard. She hummed softly under her breath the way she did when she was immensely turned-on.

“Good?” I asked, moving a bit deeper. I wanted to take my time. Feel it. Stretch her out. Let her wait just a little.

“Yes, baby. Yes.” She slid one hand down from the wall and I felt her drive it into her pussy. I could feel the friction of her finger against my cock.

I had to grit my teeth and focus on not holding her hips and fucking her fast and rough. I took my time and when I was fully seated, I could feel that she’d pushed more than one finger into her pussy. She worked her G-spot and I could feel every movement.

I gripped her hips tightly and started to move. Slowly at first. Then faster and harder. I drove into her, holding her steady as she worked her pussy.

“I want you to come,” I said.

“I’ve come twice,” she gasped. We regarded each other in the mirror.

“I want you to come again. I love when you come when I’m in your ass. It feels different.”

She shut her eyes and I felt her pull her fingers free. Then she was working her clit.

Her ass grew tighter, which meant her pussy had, too. I thrusted into her deeply, stayed still for a moment or two, pulled free slowly, and delved in deep again.

She cooed and sighed and I thought the sounds alone would push me past my brink and make me come.

She was warm and tight and very turned-on. Her ass rippled around my dick, working me, tempting me to come.

She was close and I held onto her and my resolve — just barely.

I gave her ass a hard smack and watched the cheek jiggle.

“Again,” she whispered.

I thrusted into her hard and smacked her again.

“Yes, like that. Again.”

I did it again. And again still.

She was so tight around me, it took my breath away.

“Faster, baby,” she whispered. She stared at me in the mirror and I stared back.

I sped up, driving into her, pulling almost out, plunging back in, watching her ass take my cock to the hilt.

She came, her body growing impossibly tight around me. The spasms worked my cock and I went with it, taking every ounce of pleasure her body offered up.

“Come in me,” Marie whispered. “Come in my ass.”

My eyes slammed shut, my fingers dug into her hips, my hips thrusted. I held my breath and caught the wave of pleasure.

When I came, it hit me like a fist to the face. I bucked against her and thought my legs would buckle and dump me on the floor.

Marie stood there panting. When she finally turned to me, her cheeks were red.

“Was that as good as a run?”

She laughed, pushing her hair back and kissing me deeply. “Better. Didn’t even have to leave the house for that high.”

I grinned at her. “Did you know I like those pants?” I nodded at the discarded leggings.

“I think I might have picked up on that.”