Mandy Jestin scoffed at the idea that her husband Marty suggested they book a Caribbean vacation. In their small Iowa town, they were not part of the "rich" crowd that went every winter.
"Boring" she would call them because liked to shop local, feared big cities, barely left their county in Iowa much less leave the state and country.
"Think about the sunshine, the waves, sand, drinks," Marty pleaded, trying to convince her that the price he got on the all inclusive was "too good to be true" and that he was a 'master' at moving money around.
"It's this or some sort of counseling," Marty half-joked, was half-serious, their 25 year marriage bogging down even as their nest emptied as kids headed to school. They were struggling as a couple, in his head he wanted to expand horizons and felt Mandy was stuck in a prudish funk.
That comment hit Mandy hard, she promised to be better about things and had initiated sex more and been more receptive to his advances. It was tough because she had a myriad of ailments stemming from her weight and eating habits.
The weight was the big thing, but counseling? She had started working out, and really found something with yoga at the local studio.
Over the past year she had started focusing on cardio first, and dropped 10 pounds in three weeks, 20 in two months and began to attend yoga once a week. Still the thought of getting half naked on a beach scared her, since having their three kids, she was 60 pounds over her wedding day weight, and now 1/2 way there.
Sexually they had bumped up their missionary mostly encounters to almost once a week, improving from just over once a month. She felt she made compromises while Marty simply benefited from those compromises and now he mentions 'counseling'?
"If I can get down close to where I was," Mandy said pausing, thinking about her giving and his hesitation. "Maybe. Well, let me take that back, if I almost get there AND you promise you'll do yoga with me the next few weeks here and then when we go on the vacation."
"Hey! That's not fair," Marty wailed, his judgement of yoga was old, outdated demagoguery from his strict baptist upbringing. "You want me humming and chortling like a Buddhist monk???!!!"
"Those are my terms, and I've been the one giving these days" Mandy said, proud of herself for standing up to her husband a little bit. "I know I can drop the weight and if you just come to one or two here and go there..."
"I don't know," Marty said leaving the room, shaking his head and throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
A couple weeks went bye without talking about the vacation much. Mandy added a short HIIT workout to her running, then weights. She was in the small wellness center for two hours every other day during the week and once on weekends. Stepping on the scale she was nearly 2/3rds to her goal of losing 60 pounds.
They were empty nesters and their two kids had all started their second semester at college, their youngest, was a freshman, and it did help their sex life some when she finally was out.
One morning Mandy concluded after a workout and looking at herself in the mirror, that she looked better than she had in years. Mandy felt sexy for the first time and felt brave, began rummaging through her drawers to find some long forgotten swimwear.
She stood naked, admiring her 5'4" body, proportionally curved and her skin around her midsection pulling in nicely. Her breasts were not the firm, nipple pushed upwards, that they were before kids and the weight, but were bigger. She teased her short, blonde hair, she had colored and smiled at what she saw.
Putting on an old bikini, her larger breasts busting out on the side and her legs pinching the bottoms, she went downstairs and waited for Marty to come home from his morning jog.
In the middle of their living room she was going through a yoga 'flow' in her mind and physically in the room. Marty walked in from the garage, through the kitchen and into the tv room where he was greeted with her ass up in the air, head down in "downward dog".
It had been two weeks since they were together in any capacity, his cock began to rustle at the site of her creamy thin and toned thighs.
"I thought you only do that downstairs in your room?" he said with a coy tone, his 6'2" 220 lb. body fit for a man in his early 50s moved towards her. She made no noise, no affirmation to his presence, her breasts pushed down in the smallish halter of the bikini top. "Does this mean we book the vacation?"
She dropped to her stomach and came up into cobra, which looks like a man thrusting inside a woman in missionary position.
"Does this mean you'll come to yoga with me after work tonight?" she said smiling, seeing his eyes wide looking into her cleavage.
"If it means we go into the bedroom right now and you let me inspect your bikini." he said, his cock pushing against his briefs and pants. "And book the vacation later!"
"Deal!" she said, taking his hand and they went upstairs to their bedroom, and he rode her for his usual 'haven't had it for two weeks' time of about three minutes. She went in, cleaned up her cum loaded cunt, disappointed again, having not orgasmed now for over a month.
They both got back from work later that afternoon and Mandy reminded her husband it was yoga time.
"What do you wear?" he asked from the bedroom, having been daylight naked with her for the first time in a long, long time, affirmed her workout progress. "You are looking good by the way."
Not impressed, the words were overdue, she gave him a luke-warm response - "Thanks."
Mandy found him tighter sweats than he normally wore and a dry-wick t-shirt for his yoga look. It was a beginner flow, but she knew he would sweat having never done the moves he was about to subject his body and muscles to performing and the dry wick was essential.
She loaded up one of her softer mats, her stuff and they drove, talking about one of the kid's college schedule, and made their way into the wellness center.
Marty began to get nervous when saw a lot of his friend's wives, then caught a glimpse of Frank and Jillian Cosgrove, the only other couple there together.
Entering the yoga room Marty was not sure what to do, Mandy stretching both their mats out by each other in the front, helping him get set up with a couple yoga blocks. She sat and instructed him to mimic some of her poses to get warmed up and ready.
After five minutes of preparation, Marty's mind began to drift and started looking around. He did a twist like Mandy was doing looking towards the back.
"Hey, Marty! Good to see you," Frank Cosgrove said from the back row, they were on the left side of the room opposite Frank and Jillian. Marty waved back and turned away, but noticing the younger woman behind him, then two to his right and one besides Mandy. Yoga pants, tanks and one in just her sports bra, this was visually alright he thought.
The instructor entered, a teacher from the local high school in her late 20s, cute as a button red-head with perky breasts and freaked skin. Her ass and thighs wore her pants like skin so much it was like she was naked from the waist down, a hint of camel toe in the inch gap that made Marty drool.
