Chapter One
Isabella loved her husband. At 28 years old, they had been together since Isa's sophomore year of college and their relationship was growing stronger every year. Isa had a loving heart and a passionate energy, but she was also a loyal, intelligent and determined woman. She worked as a creative consultant for a variety of clients, allowing her to harness her artistic energy while paying the bills. Her husband, David, worked with local non-profits and activist causes, a sweet and good-hearted man who she knew was her soul mate.
Isa and David entered the hot yoga studio early Saturday morning, excited to spend a day together after a week of hard work. The young couple enjoyed activities that pushed them to grow and learn, and yoga was the perfect way to release tension while working on fitness. They set their mats up next to each other and began stretching to await their instructor.
Five minutes after class was supposed to begin, an unfamiliar man entered the classroom and assumed the front of the studio. "Hello everyone, my name is Rowe and I will be teaching today's class," the man said.
Isa and David exchanged a look of surprise, as they had been expecting their friend Alicia to teach. They had never been instructed by a man before and the energy of the room felt a little different.
Rowe instructed the class to begin their basic flow as he walked around and scanned the room. After a few minutes, he led the class into a more vigorous series of movements. Isa was very fit and she welcomed the challenge, although she noticed David struggling a bit.
"Come on baby, we can do this," she encouraged with a smile.
The class was breathing heavily as Rowe transitioned to slower, deep tissue stretches. As he traced the room adjusting his student's postures, David notified Isa he was going to run to the bathroom to get a breather. Isa nodded and pressed deeper into her bent over stance, sweat dripping onto her mat.
Isa felt a strong presence come to her side. "Very good work," the man praised in a deep voice.
She looked to her instructor, who was offering a warm and confident smile. She smiled and shyly looked down, his praise filling her with good feelings after months of hard training- and his good looks didn't hurt either.
Isa looked around the room and noticed jealous looks from some of the other girls training. Rowe asked Isa if she'd like some help perfecting her posture and she accepted shyly. The instructor placed one hand firmly on her hip and one hand on her lower back, bending her over into a strenuous position as her head tilted closer to the mat.
Isa was shocked by the strength and boldness of Rowe's adjustment, and she felt compelled to resist his physical leadership. He responded by tilting her bottom further upwards, and Isa grunted against the intense stretch in her hamstrings.
"If that is too much, let me know. Discomfort is good but pain is not, and this is an advanced position," Rowe instructed calmly.
"I can do it," Isa responded, sending him a sharp look as she sought to prove herself to the self-assured teacher.
Isa pushed farther into the stretch and Rowe removed his hands, letting her strike the position by herself. Isa gritted her teeth as her legs shook from the intense stretch, but she wasn't about to let this new instructor treat her like an amateur.
Isa wondered how long David would take to return as she realized she had let herself flirt with this cocky guy.
"I can't believe I acted so shy when this jerk came over," she thought to herself.
She felt frustrated at the arrogant instructor and the uncomfortable position he put her in, and a bit guilty for their slightly inappropriate interaction. Part of her wanted to find David and leave, but Isa was stubborn and she wouldn't give up easily.
"Impressive," Rowe whispered deeply into her ear. His placed his hand on her lower leg and slowly rode it up her thigh.
"I'm here with my husband," she responded sternly, glaring at him.
Rowe held her gaze and kept his strong hand on her inner thigh, placing his other on her shoulder as he stabilized her body.
Isa was shocked by the teacher's audacity, but part of her appreciated his masculine confidence. He was a skilled instructor, and he was helping her maintain a position she'd never reached before. And even though he was more aggressive than she was used to, something about his calm and stable energy made her weirdly comfortable.
"Very good, hold it for just a bit longer," Rowe assured her. "If you think you can handle it, bend over deeper," he instructed.
"Think I can handle it? Just watch," Isa responded curtly, as Rowe smiled.
Isa moved deeper into her advanced downward dog style stretch. She knew she should tell him to get his hands off her, but she was trembling and needed him for stability.
Slowly, Rowe's hand returned its climb up her inner thigh. Isa was now bent over in a very provocative position, with her back curved and her butt high up in the air. As Rowe's hand completed its climb he placed it firmly on Isa's bottom, giving her a rush of shock as she gasped. This man was squeezing her butt in a public class after she had told him she was married. It was outrageous and infuriating.
But what made her even angrier was how much she was starting to get turned on.
Suddenly, Isa slipped on the sweat-soaked mat, stumbling and nearly collapsing onto the ground. She felt Rowe's strong arms quickly catch her, as his muscular torso pressed against her back.
Instincts took over as she arched her back onto her teacher, pushing her bottom against his pelvis as she felt his breath against her neck. For a few seconds, she bent over deeper into him, enjoying the feeling of his formidable manhood grind against her round bottom.
"Isa?" said a concerned voice, and Isa looked up to see her husband with a look of confusion.
Immediately she regained her position, and Rowe stood back up, patting her on the hip, "Close call," he said smiling, and she looked down shamefully.
Rowe walked past David to the front of the room as Isa told her husband she fell and the instructor had helped her back up.
The class continued for another fifteen minutes before finishing, but as the couple rolled up their mats Isa noticed David was being a bit quiet. She guided him out of the room before Rowe could send them off, and the two got into the car.
"Baby, how was your session? You're being a bit quiet." Isa quietly asked her partner in a concerned tone. She tried to make sense of her own emotions as she turned the key in the ignition.
She had undoubtedly felt a rush of excitement when her handsome instructor took control of her, but she loved her sweet husband and she would never betray him. She felt discomfort and guilt from her brief lapse into arousal, and rationalized the moment away as nothing but a momentary flirt.
