Tim in many ways had the perfect life. He was on the way to owning the family home he had always wanted, he had a nice car and a job he quite liked. Best of all though was that he had Sandy.
Tim and Sandy had started dating in high school and had clicked perfectly. They loved the same music, movies and foods, but best of all they had a great sex life. He was amazingly happy because he had always thought he had lucked out with Sandy. He was a pretty average guy, sure he had been sporty, but was no jock. He was smart but no nerd, in fact he was very middle of the road. Sandy on the other hand wasn't middle of the road.
In high school Sandy had been a cheerleader and had and amazing body. She wasn't the top of the class but she did fine with her studies. However her popularity was to do with her looks. Long dark red hair which she always kept so smooth and shiny and hung down to just below her shoulders. Her eyes were so green you could get lost in them and her lips had just the perfect amount of pout to make you linger when you looked at them. Sandy had fantastic legs and a tight waist, that coupled with ample, C-cup breasts made all the men look when she walked by.
It had been pure luck that Tim had ended up spending time with her in school, she was always surrounded by the football team, as were most of the cheerleaders. That kind of impregnable wall wasn't something Joe Average could just walk through. But fate would put Sandy literally in his lap.
But their meeting isn't what this tale is about. In fact both Tim and Sandy are now mid-thirties and living in that family house they always wanted. Tim was working for an advertising company and Sandy for a local dentist, running their reception. To be sure their lives were by no means the most exciting in the world, but it was enough.
It was one late morning that Tim felt cracks in his world. He had been working on a project and didn't need to go into work as he usually did, instead it was nearly lunch and he was still at home. Downstairs the doorbell rang. He got up out of habit and walked from his office to the stairs, but Sandy was there opening the door to her friends. Elle, Marie and Janice were all there in their coats.
Tim looked on as they all made their way into the front room and started to move furniture back. He walked down and looked in.
"Honey?" he asked.
"Yes sweetie?" Sandy said looking over to him.
"What's going on?"
"Yoga, it's Thursday, we do Yoga on Thursday." Sandy said, "Didn't you have a meeting?"
"Shit." Tim said looking at the clock. His work and the visitors had taken his attention away from the fact he had a meeting in less than an hour.
He ran upstairs and put his tie and jacket on. Loading the work on to a memory card, he walked out of the office to see Sandy coming out of their bedroom in a rather tight blue lycra top and shorts. So tight in fact Tim paused to admire the amazing shape of his wife.
"Wow." he said.
Sandy smiled and jogged back down stairs to her friends. As Tim followed her down he could see her friends in similarly tight outfits. He couldn't help but grin, her friends were not exactly ugly and to see the four of them standing there was rather appealing to the eye.
Tim shook himself out of admiration for the view and walked over to kiss Sandy.
"Bye." he said leaning around her and giving her a kiss.
He walked to the door and opened it to someone standing there.
"Yes?" he said more out of shock than anything else.
"Oh, sweetie, this is Nathan, our instructor." Sandy said running up behind them.
"Nathan?"
"Tim?" Nathan said extending a hand.
Tim shook his hand and watched Sandy show Nathan into the front room.
As Tim walk to his car he looked back at the house. An uneasy feeling raised in his gut but he was late so he got in his car and heading towards the city. However during the drive there he was plagued with thoughts of Nathan. The tall sculpted black man, going into his home was not something he liked. It was not that he didn't trust Sandy, but you hear so many stories of women seduced by the handsome trainer. But Tim shook off the thought, after all Sandy was there with three other women and no matter how much of a libido a man could have, it was unlikely he could seduce four women at once. It was more reasonable that he was a trainer and they were doing yoga.
The meeting went with Tim looking into space, though no one noticed, he was still a million miles away when he walked back to his office at work. Soon he was sitting there tapping his pen on the table.
"Thursday." He kept saying the day to himself as the began to thought back.
He thought back to last Thursday and remembered Sandy having drinks with her friends. She was back in the evening and went straight to bed. She was fast asleep when he went to bed.
How long had yoga been going on?
