"Breath, just breath...." I thought to myself as I held what I would've previously thought of an impossible position. My wife got me into yoga, and though it was doing wonders to my mind and body, some positions were easier than others for me. I looked over my shoulder at my wife, and seeing her dark skin glisten with the light, it made it all worth it. Her wink also didn't hurt when she saw me looking at her
The instructor then told us to take one more breath, and straighten out. That was a huge relieve. My brown ass wasn't meant to hold those positions for a long while. I played lacrosse in school, and was in good shape, but my muscles were constantly tight.
We then turned, to do the other side. "Yay..." I thought sarcastically to myself. I then realized I would be turning to face my wife, and I'd get a nice view of her ass. My sarcastic "Yay..." became an enthusiastic "Yay!"
My wife is gorgeous. We're a mixed couple, but no one ever notices me, they just focus on my beautiful black wife. She's a Goddess. She stands at 5'5", and 120 pounds of luscious curves. For her frame, her b-cups are huge on her. I was sad she wasn't facing me, as she was complaining her current sports bra was thinner than most, and her erect nips cast their own little shadows. Having her ass facing me was a great motivator though. I knew the little thong that hid under her tight yoga pants, and I knew for a fact she had trimmed her bush. I knew because I had been watching her do it in the morning, making idle conversation from outside the shower, but with my eyes glued on her pubes and wet lips.
I love her ass, I love everything about it, and I make it a point to tell her, and show her. I had my eyes glued on her ass while maintaining the challenging pose, when from behind Reagan the yoga instructor caught me staring at her ass. She knew Reagan was my wife, so she just smiled broadly when my eyes met hers, and my face must have turned a beet red. She then looked at my wife, and with a grin, she nodded to her and mouthed "your ass."
She turned to keep walking around the class, still smirking, and Reagan turned back to look at me. She gave me another wink, and turned back to look forward.
I was so embarrassed. I'm a beast in bed, but absolutely show zero affection in public. I don't show much past holding her hand. It's just not my style. Starring at my wife is the most she gets out of me.
Reagan is the complete opposite. While we were dating, I remembered she wanted to go to a nudist beach, and I told her okay, but I wasn't taking anything off. She pouted, and opted not to go. She's usually the one that will smack or pinch my butt. She really likes my butt; like I said, I'm in good shape, just not very flexible. Growing up in a heavily religious Mexican family definitely guided my views in public affection.
She used to even send me nudes on her own. Some of my friends have told me they have to beg for nudes, but not Reagan, she loves getting me going. During our honeymoon a year and a half ago, she insisted we film it. She said it would be the only time we got to have sex as a married for the first time. I relented, and she loved showing off to the camera.
Needless to say I was completely embarrassed, but I knew Reagan was loving it.
Even though my wife is borderline being an exhibitionist, I know she completely loves me. Neither one of us were virgins when we met, and she's often told me how good I am. When she's been drinking, she has expressed that she only wished that I was wilder, and would show more of my affection towards her outside the house. Aside from that, she loves my 7-inch member. Initially when we were dating she'd compliment my head, the soft skin (I usually keep my pubes under control, so she could feel my soft skin) yet firm shaft. She loves my soft pubes, and softer ball sack. Reagan loves to suck dick, so she's intimately familiar with every inch of me down there.
In turn, I'm an expert of every inch of her down there. Ever since I found out most guys don't eat pussy well, and girls get tremendous pleasure from it, I've not only loved it more, but focused on becoming an expert. I had a few ex-girlfriends that would regularly call me after we broke up. One ex even called me for favors even while she started dating another guy. I was okay with eating her out, and even bending her over to nail her doggy, until one of my friends asked me if I was okay with eating out a pussy that was just fucked by another guy. I had never thought about it like that, and he started laughing. I cut things out with her, but aside from the stigma, it didn't actually bother me.
When we first started dating, I had told Reagan that she must eat a lot of fruit, because she tasted sweet, but smelled flowery. She would laugh, and tell me that she'd been told that too. She let slip that she didn't have to completely wash before having someone go down on her, but most people did. "Some girls taste off if they just worked out, like a bit metallic." Turns out, my wife had experimented with a friend in dance class when she was in college.
The point is, neither one of us were angels, but we loved each other, and made each other feel very pleased. Of course I've looked at other girls, and Reagan just about told me she loves being looked at by other people, but we are committed.
At this second though, I was just trying to breath through this pose. After about half an hour later, and a well-deserved shavasana, I was feeling great.
"How was that, honey?" Reagan asked me while I was rolling up my mat.
"It was good, but that triangle pose gets me every time." I answered.
"I saw you, but you did amazing, Theo." She said reassuringly. "You also got caught." She added with a smirk on her face. "That's right, Maria told me." Nodding her head.
I must have blushed again. "It's okay, baby. You can check me out anytime. I love it!" She quickly added.
"Yeah, I felt like a creep." I mumbled, then I noticed she was still sitting on her mat, and not rolling it up. "You going to catch the next class?" I asked.
"You okay if I do?" she asked giving me a tender look. "It's acro-yoga, and I haven't done that in a long time." She said innocently. "I'll get a ride from Maria. She and Raymond are staying, so they can take me back....unless you want to join me and stay." She pushed herself up and sat on her legs giving me a huge smile.
I tried acro-yoga before, and I wasn't any good. Even being a base was hard for me. My legs just don't have the flexibility that I'd like. I'd seen Reagan be lifted before by other guys, and her hold positions on top of guys I didn't know, and I knew everything was legit. So I didn't worry about missing out, and letting someone else hold my wife up with their legs and arms.
"It's okay, babe. Enjoy the class with Maria." I said picking up my blocks and mat. "Just don't let some guy look down your shirt or at your ass." I wasn't the jealous type at all, so we both started laughing.
"Then what fun would that be?" Reagan joked, and she stood up and gave me a quick peck before I started to leave.
Later that night, Reagan got dropped off, and I had already started on a stir-fry dish. Reagan came in, and planted a huge kiss on my lips. "It sucked not having you there." She said, walking towards our bedroom. When she came back, she told me that she had to share Raymond with Maria, so she didn't get much hang-time.
I had known Maria since I started doing yoga a year ago, and gotten to know her more about 2 months ago when I started doing it regularly and consistently. I met Raymond, her husband, a few times, and they were good people. No weird vibes at all from them. He was 33, so about two years older than Maria and I. Reagan was the young one at 30. He was in good shape too, being a runner, and Maria looked almost identical to Reagan, aside from slightly smaller boobs and longer hair. Raymond and I were also identical in height, though I was more built, and he was much leaner. We got along with them great, as they were also a mixed couple, and could relate to us. Where Reagan and I are chocolate and caramel, Maria and Raymond are caramel and vanilla.
"We got invited to another acro-yoga class this weekend." Reagan mentioned while she helped me prepare the salad.
"Yeah, by Maria?" I asked, looking for the olive oil in the pantry.
