Mandy and Marty Jestin were at a sexual crossroads in their marriage when then met Frank and Jillian. After coaxing, Marty got Mandy to commit to a Mexico vacation, but only if he joined her for Yoga one night at their local wellness center.
After yoga they let friends, Frank and Jillian Cosgrove, know about their sunny plans and they quickly invited the couple over for a hot tub party, which turned into a naked plunge, leading to some revealing comments between Mandy and Jillian as Mandy's confidence grew in her recently reconfigured body. Frank booked them Mexico a vacation together that night.
The nakedness they shared in the hot tub prompted Jillian to book a weeks worth of naked yoga for the couples as a compromise to avoiding the nude beach that adjoined the resort.
After the first morning of naked yoga Mandy kissed Jillian, and Marty left alone with a woman of similar age was fondled under the water and asked if they were in an open marriage.
Alone in Jillian's room, she advanced to make love to a reluctant Mandy, both made out naked and they slowed moving to the patio to talk about what came next.
Frank was spotted by "Yogi-Ma", the leader of their practice and a wise sage of the resort. He was alone with her, trying to figure out why he was summoned to be alone with her.
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Marty reveled in the touch of another woman's hand gently covering the shaft of his cock, fingers pulsing pressure along the shaft and letting up.
He looked into Moxie's eyes with determined pleasure.
They had just met a naked yoga session, he just watched his wife kiss their friend Jillian, jealous of his wife wondered what leaning in for a kiss with someone new would feel like. Moxie stood their posed for that and much more, her question about their relationship hanging in the air.
"Moxie, my wife an I are not in an open relationship," he said flatly, his tone low, and immediately her hand released him. "I'm flattered and..."
"Obviously attracted, I mean..." She smiled her gaze insinuating she could feel the blood flow in his shaft and his attraction to her. "And your wife leaving after that hot kiss, I guessed that you..."
"You weren't totally off base, our friends, we assume are in an open relationship," Marty said, admittedly nervous. "They met another couple here on the resort and stood us up."
"Frank is now in audience with Yogi-Ma and Jillian is naked with your wife?" Moxies asked. "Do you want something like that? Have you two discussed opening up your marriage?"
"It hasn't been brought up directly," Marty said, then realizing what they did talk about. "I signed off on her and Jillian, in our conversations after we spent some time naked with both of them in their hot tub."
"Signed off?" Moxie said, moving around him and in the water let her hand brush his hip, left ass cheek and settled on his side, the other hand back underneath, cupping his balls. She sensed there was an opening and she needed to help him push through. "Those naked hot tub parties lead to a lot. What did she sign off on?"
"Oh, pretty much what you saw," he said reaching under the water as they stood by the swim-up bar, moving her hand off his member. "I told Mandy I would love to see her and Jillian kiss, or together, something like that."
"Sounds like you gave her permission to open up," Moxie said, again her hand moving to his cock this time stroking it tip too balls, his eyes closed for a moment. "I would say you're entitled to...something...in....return."
"MmmmmMoxie," Marty moaned a little her soft, rhythmic words, he tried to move her off him, this time she didn't let go totally sliding under and now her finger was against his taint, his tiny hole and pushing upwards. "SHHHiitttt! Really!"
She looked around, letting him go, putting a little distance between them. She smiled at Marty after looking around the nude beach and that no one was really paying attention to them at the swim up bar. She pushed her chest up, arching her back, showing her beautiful breasts above water catching the sun while the drops receded off of them.
"Oh, Marty..." She sighed, her breasts now up as high as they could go before she rolled her shoulders and crotched down into the water then slipping under, popping back up.
Her hands in her long wet hair, body glistening in the morning sun. "Go find your permission."
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"You are so beautiful," Jillian said naked, standing behind naked Mandy on the patio of Frank and Jillian's top end corner room at the front of the complex. Joggers, walkers and workers were getting to see the two exposing their flesh to the world putting their desires for each other on display.
Mandy smiled wide to affirm the compliment, leaning back while Jillian pulled and braided her wet hair. Feeling fingers running over her scalp, pressing and massaging, her answer to Jillian's question had already been formulated, she waited enjoying the attention.
"Yes, Jillian I want you to make love to me," she said and there was silence. Time passed without Jillian saying a word just being there, intimate, sharing, occupying space in a tantalizing place, beholden to the world together.
It was Jillian's turn to smile, wide, leaning into Mandy's neck, giving it a kiss, Mandy's head turning to meet Jillian's lips. They kissed tenderly, not ravenous.
The two separated, gazing into each other, Jillian kept at the braiding process.
"Let me finish your hair," Jillian said, the braiding would match hers once complete.
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"I need a partner of sorts," Yogi-Ma said bluntly to Frank, standing naked before the elder guru he found her naked and amazingly fit curves both sensual and soft. "Our practice tomorrow, Sir, needs someone I can mold and shape. Would you be my literal yoga clay? Help me reach the flock?"
"That depends Yogi-Ma," Frank said, confused a little by the imagery of him being clay to mold in front of everyone. "Tell me more."
"Yes, Sir," Yogi-Ma said, bowing to him for a moment then moving to him, her belt of jewels shivering, he soft waist satchel draped down her thigh. She had a necklace made of small stones, polished held with silver, her hair was naturally curly and full, it's grey prominent to the brown.
"May I kiss you?" Yogi-Ma said moving to within a couple feet of Frank, her jet blue eyes soft and scanning his face, her hand reached up and settled on his shoulder. Her eyes began the narrative, her body ready to communicate, her reasoning would be given with few words said.
"Yes, Yogi-Ma," Frank said and she took one more step, her hand moving to his neck, her lips now pressing on his, both keeping their eyes open, Frank bringing a hand up to her face, then the other, she melted into his touch, closed her eyes and let him penetrate your lips with his tongue.
