The bam bam beat of April’s exercise music rocked the townhome, the street, the whole world, or so Alex fancied as he stood in their driveway. The vision of April doing her stuff brought a smile to his face and a swell to his groin. To the locomotive strains of sock-it-to-me sock-it-to-me sock-it-to-me sock-it-to-me, Alex slipped inside his townhouse, scuffed off his shoes, and snuck up the polished maple stairway.

The door to the extra bedroom stood open. Someday, if all went to plan, this would be the nursery, but right now it was empty, nothing on the bare white walls, nothing on the hardwood floor—nothing but April’s boom box and her big blue exercise ball and April herself, balanced atop the ball, facing the heavens, facing away. Alex couldn’t help but stare at April frog-kicking the air. Such lovely legs, dancer’s legs. Such an adorable, seal-sleek butt, clenching athletically. Such a fetchingly sweet peach of a pussy, pouting open and closed as she kicked, the alluring asterisk of her asshole almost winking at him. That’s where Alex wanted to fuck her. His cock surged stiff.