emptyhead424: Him (v/o): Patti and I went away on a yoga retreat one weekend, late in her pregnancy.
emptyhead424: Him (v/o): Patti and I went away on a yoga retreat one weekend, late in her pregnancy. We’d done some research and found a place out in the desert that offered a getaway package for moms—and dads—to-be and it sounded fun. It was fun. We arrived on a Friday, late in the afternoon, and the first thing they had for us was a flexibility workout. It was supposed to help during labor, to open up the body. The woman—my wife—would practice in different positions and I—the husband—would provide balance and support. And it involved touching her and helping her move in certain positions and, well, I think we both got a little turned on. I’d guess most of the couples in the class got a little turned on. We came in to the next morning’s workshop and everyone seemed to be really happy. Us included. We had a delightful evening practicing positions and adding our own little extracurricular activities in after that. That morning, there was a prenatal massage workshop. That seemed to be about as physical as the flexibility session. A lot of contact. Lots of belly touching and rubbing. I could feel my wife get progressively more and more aroused as I worked my hands on her. By time lunch rolled around, we needed to go back to our room for a bit to unload some of that sexual energy. We figured most of the couples would be doing the same. But we came down for lunch, my wife’s hair all unruly and me a bit sweaty and everyone sort of stopped and looked at us. Maybe it was just us… Mmm huge blond and pregnant -- source link