Finally, I pulled out and on cue, Eva spun around to clean me off. She sucked all the pussy juice and cum from my balls, shaft and tip.
We slowly began to uncuff a very relaxed and very, very fucked Meg.
The three of us lay in bed starring up at the ceiling. We must have fallen asleep and Meg must have woken up before us because when I rolled over she was gone. I searched the house before waking Eva.
“Hey, hey, wake up,” I said shaking my wife from her slumber.
“What’s up?” Eva said groggily.
“Meg’s gone.” I said.
“Fuck me, that’s too bad,” Eva said coming to, “I really wanted some more of her this morning.”
“I know you did,” I said crawling back in bed to lay next to my wife, “second helpings, right?”
“Yes, I love second helpings!” Eva said sleepily.
We fell back asleep holding each other contented that Eva’s wish had finally come true.
CHAPTER 4
We eventually woke, got cleaned up, made some strong ass coffee and rejoined the land of the living. Later that day, we decided to head to yoga.
When we arrived, Ashley was just coming through the door.
“Hey you two!” She squealed and said with a wink, “do you guys wanna hang out after tonight’s class?”
“That’d be great!” Eva said as the three of us climbed the stairs.
Meg was seated at the check-in table. “Hello, Ashley. Hi, Eva and Rad.”
“Oh, hi, how are you?” I asked matter-of-factly.
“Great, and ah — thanks for your help closing the studio last night,” said Meg.
“Not a problem at all,” Eva replied, “we’re just glad we could help.”
“Oh, you both helped me a lot,” said Meg with a slight smile, “Say, I told Cameron that I needed the rest of the night to do some girl things to get ready for the wedding, would you guys be able to help me with something again tonight?”
Ashley looked worried that our just booked date would be cancelled or postponed.
“Actually, we’d love to help you tonight — but we’re also helping Ash after class too,” Eva said, adding, “maybe we could help you at the same time we help Ashley?”
“I think that could work,” Meg said pointedly towards Ashley.
“Ash, would you like it if Meg joins us tonight and we all help each other?” Eva said.
Ashley smiled finally catching on to what Eva was implying — a very, very nice foursome. Nodding her head enthusiastically, Ash said, “gosh that sounds like it could be fun.”
“Trust me, it will be,” Eva whispered as she left the check-in desk to place her mat on an open spot on the floor.
I smiled at Ashley and then at Meg, “well it’s a plan then,” I said warmly.
As I lay my mat down next to my wife, I looked at Eva who winked and sent me a quick mind message:
I love second helpings!
I sent her a quick reply:
Especially when there’s four of us!
BODY TRADES: A YOGA ROMANCE
True Confessions of Eva & Radley von Wright
by
Eva and Radley von Wright
CHAPTER 1
The setting sun poured through the gigantic floor-to-ceiling window on the west wall of Spirit Yoga studio, bathing the bodies in front of us in different shades of chimney red, dark orange and auburn yellow.
Incense filled the room, mixing with the musky scent of the hard-working, sweat-drenched bodies.
A pulsating hip hop beat, accented by Indian tabla rhythms and sitar melodies, provided the perfect soundtrack: a sensual EDM heartbeat with global influences. The music was loud enough to soak Meg’s voice depending on where she was walking as instructions dropped from her mouth like mini challenges of endurance and flexibility throughout class.
Sometimes yoga was peaceful — like the call of a loon across the lake on an early spring morning. But sometimes it was challenging — the bodies around you contorting into shapes which, to a rational mind, must be impossible.
Then again, there’s very few rational minds in a yoga studio that is heated to 105 degrees.
My wife Eva was drenched in sweat — early in class she had stripped down to her sports bra and booty shorts. Her brown skin, a carmel mixture thanks to her Dutch and Caribbean heritage, was accented by her light pink bra and shorts. A natural beauty, Eva rarely needed to wear much makeup — just a little eye shadow and some light lipstick — both of which were smeared from the abuse of what had been almost ninety minutes of hot yoga.
Looking around the room of young, fit bodies, I was thankful that as a thirty-something I still took care of my appearance. There was no way I could make it through this class wearing much of anything — in fact, I was in a pair of soaked running shorts. Sweat covered my body the moment I entered the studio, but by now it looked like I was taking a shower.
Occasionally I would glance towards Ashley — one of the first girls at Spirit Yoga that Eva had seduced. Despite her young age — she had just turned eighteen a few weeks before we met her — Ash had turned out to be incredibly fun to be around. If we bumped into her at class, we often found ourselves bringing her home for some real “extra curricular” activities, if you know what I mean. I smiled thinking about the first time I had seen my wife’s head in between the teen’s legs, her tongue buried deep in the young girl’s womanhood.
Meg signaled to us that class was almost over — we had just completed a very intense inversion and now it was time to cool down. To be honest, savasana was always my favorite time of class. It was a time to just let yourself go, relax and melt into the floor.
Having the students lay in silence, Meg guided them in a relaxing meditation. I quickly found myself drifting off into my own thoughts. Amazing thoughts of the incredible night my wife and I had with our lovely, and very fit, blonde yoga instructor.
The fact that she was engaged to be married — and the wedding was now just five days away, made the sex last night even more taboo — and therefore even more fun.
My wife Eva had wanted to fuck Meg for almost a year, and I think that anticipation, mixed with her absolute commitment to no-strings-attached pleasure, was why the sex we had with Meg had been so rewarding.
We had gotten her stoned: very, very stoned. And then we forced her do to things that, well, let’s put it this way: she now has reason to be a “blushing bride”, and certainly should not be wearing white at the alter on Saturday!
Last night, my wife Eva had tried gagging Meg with my cock — shoving my member deep, deep, deep down the young bride-to-be’s throat. As I drifted into a deeper state of relaxation, I smiled thinking about how much Eva had surprised both Meg and I by the kinky, unexpected move.
Meg’s soothing and confident voice continued to guide the class through the meditation.
I must have been relaxed, because I don’t think I ever heard her say the final “namaste” which was the cue for students to know class was now over and they could peacefully roll their yoga mats up and be on their way.
I must have been exhausted from the intense workout because Eva would later joke that I had fallen deep asleep during savasana. Of course, dear reader, I can’t really tell you what may or may not have happened while I was asleep — because I was asleep — but I can tell you just how I was woken from my post-yoga slumber.
I felt a hand run its way from my knee, slowly up my thigh and over to rest on top of my groin area. Feeling the hand began to slowly cup my manhood, I began to get hard. I could feel the fingers slowly reach for balls — with just the fabric separating our skin. I decided to continue to play dead for a little while longer to see what would happen.