"Nearly done....hold the position...five, four, three, two, one...and rest."
I raised myself slowly to my knees, breathing heavily, grateful that the class was almost over. I had no idea how Jessica made everything look so easy. Her body simply flowed, fluidly and gracefully, from one pose to the next while mine not only needed a few seconds to find its balance but also complained painfully about every position. Never mind that, at six feet three and one sixty pounds, most folks would consider me a fit and healthy thirty-nine-year-old. It seemed like my body, no matter how hard I tried, just couldn't work itself into the positions that Jessica demonstrated with such ease.
It was Thursday evening and I was attending the second of my twice-weekly yoga sessions at the local 'Y'. I had started a few months before on the advice of one of my running buddies who swore that doing yoga had made a huge difference to his overall flexibility. Running is one of my passions and while I'm still managing to average around forty miles a week, it's fair to say my body is not what it was in my younger years. So I'd resolved to give yoga a try and so far I hadn't been disappointed. I'm much more limber and flexible both before and after my runs, which is great.
The classes always provide frequent opportunities to check-out and admire Jessica's firm, ripe body which is another positive. As a bonus, most of the participants are thirty or forty-something suburban soccer-moms intent on keeping their figures slim and sexy for their husbands. I don't want to come across as too much of a perv, but I haven't dated much since the split with Michelle, and like any man who hasn't had sex in almost a year I'm in a more or less perpetually horny state.
I'd moved into the neighborhood just a few months after my divorce from Michelle was finalized. Staying in Texas hadn't seemed like a great idea and when my company offered to relocate me to Boston I'd jumped at the chance. Our office here is growing and it seemed like there could be some great opportunities for someone with my background and experience in software development. So far everything was going well, although my dating life was still a bit of a blank canvas.
"Okay, well-done everyone! Let's call it a wrap for this evening. See you all next week," Jessica called, rising from the mat and organizing her belongings.
I looked up, admiring her lithe, toned body. She was, I estimated, around five and a half feet tall and sported dark, shoulder-length hair which, this evening, was tied back in a neat ponytail with a bright yellow scrunchy. Her shoulders and arms are muscled and powerful, a fact I'd confirmed as she flowed, almost effortlessly, from one pose to the next. On top, she wore only a neon yellow sports bra that squashed her pert breasts tightly and highlighted her sculpted abdomen. Her left arm was encased in a pretty tattoo sleeve that seemed to feature a dreamcatcher adorned with feathers as well as an owl. All in all, she was a fine looking woman and I couldn't help but think just how much I'd enjoy fucking her as I approached the front of the class.
She turned and looked at me expectantly as I spoke.
"Jessica, thanks so much for the class. I'm noticing that my hamstrings are a little tight after running. Any suggestions for poses that might help?" I asked as she looked up at me.
"Sure, Scott," she said, flashing her gorgeous smile. "You could try the Lizard. Here, let me show you."
Stepping back on to the mat, she quickly put herself in a crescent lunge. From there, she leaned forward, placing her forearms on the ground and wiggled her left foot towards the edge of the mat.
"Just hold it for thirty seconds then swap sides. Start with five reps and I think it'll do wonders for your hamstrings."
I looked down at her, shaking my head and laughing.
"You're too much! There's no way I can do that."
"Of course you can, it just takes a little practice," she responded. "Here, give it a go."
She steadied me with her small hands as I attempted to bend forward from the lunge position.
"That's it," she said, moving one hand to each side of my thigh and gently working my foot towards the edge of the mat.
The feel of her soft hands on the hard muscle of my thigh was more than a little erotic, making it difficult for me to focus on my body position. I blushed a little as I wondered whether my swelling cock would be obvious to her.
"Oh, that really does stretch the hammies," I grunted as I finally pushed myself up from the floor. "Thanks for that, Jessica."
"You're welcome," she replied, turning to once again organize her belongings.
I looked around, noting that she and I were the only ones left in the studio.
"Hey," I said, "I don't suppose you'd like to grab some juice at the bar before you head out of here."
She turned, tilting her head just a little to the side as she looked up at me with a knowing grin.
"You know... I'm married," she said, waggling the fingers of her left hand at me. "It's probably not such a good idea."
"Oh, no...no, really. It's just that I'm kind of new to the neighborhood and I'm trying to make some new friends." I laughed, "Well, okay...the fact that you're gorgeous doesn't hurt, but I respect that you are married."
She stood, both hands on her hips, and looked me over once more, clearly giving my offer a little thought.
"Well...okay, just a friendly conversation then," she responded, grabbing her workout bag from the table and leading the way from the studio.
And so it went. It kind of became a habit for the two of us to get together after class and share what was going on in our lives. We seemed to have a natural affinity for each other and, as our friendship grew, we found ourselves sharing more and more intimate details. I was open with her about just how shocked and hurt I was by Michelle's cheating. This sequed into a conversation regarding fidelity and the importance of sex in a relationship. From there I pretty much became common place for us to discuss our sex lives, or, in my case, the lack thereof. It was during one of these conversations that Jessica revealed that, while she was a strong leader in her professional life, she tended to be somewhat submissive in the bedroom and that this was a piece of her that her husband, Patrick, didn't really get.
Often, after her Saturday morning class, we'd take our juice and stroll around the lake across the way from the 'Y'. It was on one of those walks, about five months after I started taking classes, that Jessica initiated the fateful conversation that started me down the road to becoming her bull.
"Hey, can I ask you something, Scott," she said, turning her head and looking at me nervously as we walked the trail around the lake.
"Of course. Shoot"
"Do you find me attractive?"
"What? Of course! You're beautiful, I told you that ages ago!" I responded. "Why would you ask me that?"
"But in all the time that we've spent together, you've never tried putting any moves on me. That's kind of unusual if I'm honest."
I stopped, turning to her.
"Jessica, you told me straight off the bat that you were married. When I found out about Michelle's cheating I was hurt to the core and I made a promise that I'd never get in the middle of someone's relationship the way that bastard did with ours."
