It's 8am on Sunday morning and Doug is delighted to wake up next to a half-naked Maria. Her absent panties and the vibrator on her bed stand suggests that she once again woke up during the night feeling horny and took care of her needs herself. It also suggests that she'll be wanting Doug's assistance in further addressing those needs now that it's morning.
Doug's reading email on his phone when Maria begins to stir; ten minutes later she rolls onto her back. Although she hasn't spoken yet, it's clear she's awake. Doug decides to get things started. He pulls the sheet and comforter back and begins fondling and kissing her beautiful, youthful feet as she watches through sleepy eyes.
"I love kissing my way up your legs, hun," Doug says in a soft voice, "Please do me a favor and spread them so I can eye my prize as I do it."
"Sure, my love, and I'm super horny too," she says quietly as she bends her knees and spreads her legs wide for Doug, then adds, "but I think you'll want to talk about something before we get started."
Doug proceeds undaunted by her cryptic comment, figuring whatever it is can wait. He kisses her inner thigh twice more then looks up to catch a glimpse of her pussy, then stops abruptly. As he expected, Maria's gorgeous vulva is beginning to glisten and darken with arousal, but instead of looking neat and tidy as usual, the whole area - her labia, clitoris, perineum and inner thighs - are covered with a whitish glaze. Doug's eyes widen with shock."
"Oh my god, what is that all over you? Is that what I think it is? Did we fuck a bunch of times in the middle of the night and I don't remember?"
"No, we didn't," says Maria softly, "And yes, my dear...it's definitely what you think it is."
"What the heck, hun!..How did that happen!?"
Maria takes a deep breath.
"Well, last night you were dead to the world after taking your Ambien and I was struggling to stay awake until Saturday Night Live. Just a few minutes after it started, I got a text from Donna inviting me to Midnight Yoga."
"Midnight Yoga?" Doug asks, as he sits up.
"Well, that's what they call it. I had heard some rumors so I asked Donna about it. After learning the details, I thought about it for a few days, then begged her to invite me to the next one. And that invite came last night. I was quickly dressed and out the door."
"So what exactly is Midnight yoga? Judging from what I'm seeing it's not about strengthening your core and improving balance."
Maria hesitate as she ponders the right words.
"Well..the best way to describe it is 'speed-fucking'. Donna starts by collecting everyones phone, then cranks up the heat, puts on quiet music, and dims the lights to near darkness. Meanwhile, the other ladies fashion three makeshift beds along the back wall, about 6 feet apart, from thick yoga mats and towels. I took bed #2, in the middle."
Maria looks at Doug to gauge his reaction. Encouraged by his smile she sits up and leans back against the headboard and continues.
"Everyone signs a copy of 'Midnight Yoga Rules'. Then the guys draw a bed number from a bag - 1, 2, or 3. Then we get busy. No names are used. In fact, there's almost no talking."
"Speed fucking? Doug asks, as his smile turns devilish, "How is that different from the usual...?"
"The guys line up at their bed then, one at a time, the woman invites them to fuck her. The sex is just basic PIV only, and the woman alone decides the position and controls the pace. The man can caress her body and fondle and kiss her breasts while they fuck, but that's pretty much it. There's no kissing on the mouth, or oral sex of any kind. Quiet moaning is OK, but no dirty talk. Just silent fucking. Once the guy cums - which happens surprisingly quick - he immediately yields to the next guy in line, then quickly gets dressed and leaves the studio."
"Holy shit! That sounds absolutely nuts, Maria - like the last days of the Roman Empire. So, why all the rules?"
"They've been doing Midnight Yoga about once a month for years and have found these rules help prevent personal attachments or other kinds of drama. It's not a sex club where people get their wildest kinks fulfilled - it's just fellow Yoga Club members gathering for a quick lusty midnight fuck. Last night, 3 women and 13 guys showed and all were quite happy to play by the rules."
Doug shakes his head in disbelief, though the smile never leaves his face.
"Well, I'm okay with it, of course. For years I've been okay with you having casual sex with other men - so long as it's just sex and not about romance. ..And you tell me right away. ..All the same rules you've set for me."
"Oh, trust me, Luv, it wasn't about romance. Barely a word is spoken. I wasn't there 3 minutes before I was on my back with with my legs spread and knees pulled to my shoulders offering my pussy to the first guy. Within seconds, his cock was gliding in and out of me. It was so dark I couldn't even make out his face. It was just a quick fuck - nothing romantic about it."
"12 guys and 3 women? I'm kinda surprised they found 3 women for this."
"Don't be. Donna said there's more than a dozen women who periodically join in and they're all my age or older. But she can only accommodate 2 or 3 at a time because the women all want multiple guys."
"Seriously!?" Doug exclaims, "This is fucking mind-blowing! I can't believe that many women would do this!"
"Well this isn't just a random group of women, it's a Yoga Club. And Yoga does amazing things for women. Along with improving physical balance and strength, it improves a woman's sense of self so she feels more confident, more comfortable with her body, and...obviously...more sexual. If you give women who've been doing Yoga intensely for years a setting where they feel physically safe and not judged - like Donna always does at Midnight Yoga - they'll be as horny and dirty-minded as a bunch of sailors."
Doug is still smiling but looks unconvinced.
"I guess I can imagine college girls doing this but women in their 50's or older? And please understand I'm not judging - not at all. I think it's great! I'm just trying to understand."
Maria dwells on his comment for a few moments, then continues..
"You need to change your thinking about mature women, my love. With no kids at home or career worries these women finally have the headspace to focus on their own happiness which, for some, means enjoying sex more. I think the ladies who attend Midnight Yoga see it as a way to relive a bit of the promiscuity they enjoyed before settling down with one guy; or a last chance to enjoy some of the promiscuity they never experienced but wish they had. Woman my age know the time for them to do some wild, slutty stuff is running out. I wouldn't have done this in my 40's, but now?..I couldn't resist - I begged Donna to let me do it."
Doug nods his head, eyes still wide with amazement. Maria continues..
"Plus, age aside, it felt like a chance to push back on the social norms that are meant to control women. So... there was some of that in my decision too."
