slut-solutions: slut-problems:My husband wouldn’t do couple’s yoga with me, even though it was on
slut-solutions: slut-problems: My husband wouldn’t do couple’s yoga with me, even though it was on my bucket list, and I really didn’t want to have to divorce him and marry someone else just so I could cross couple’s yoga off of the list. “Are you sure you don’t want to go?” I asked him again. “I’m sure,” he told me with a sigh of satisfaction. His pizza sat on the coffee table and he was watching sports. “I paid the extra money already and I can’t get it back. Why can’t you just do this for me?” I begged. “Honey, yoga is for pussies. And women. It’s not for manly men like me.” He turned back to his game and grabbed another slice of pizza. He disgusted me. I couldn’t believe he was the same man that I had married. I stormed out to my car and tried to relax as I turned the car on. I put on some meditation music and did some deep breathing. My husband made me so mad sometimes. I needed to relax and forget about him. I had a private yoga session with Lionel to look forward to. “Namaste,” he said as I entered his private studio. I had paid a lot of money for this session, and I’d had to wait three months for it to come. Luckily, I had booked two in a row, and so I would have at least two of these glorious sessions. Maybe next time I could bring a friend to replace my husband. “Namaste,” I said. “Are we waiting on your partner?” he asked me. “No, my partner ditched me for sports,” I said, bowing my head in shame. “Oh. I’m…sorry,” he said. “I’m Lionel Jennings,” he said. “I’m Marybeth Shannon,” I said, shaking his hand. “So let’s get started,” he said and I laid my mat out and we began our session. He took me through the familiar poses that I had been through with the other instructors when I noticed that Lionel was checking me out when he thought I wasn’t looking. In fact, every time I cracked my eye he was staring at my tits or my ass. Lionel was fucking hot. He was everything that my husband wasn’t. He was young, taut and tight. He was ripped and in shape. He was sensitive and kind, and most of all he was into me. I couldn’t remember the last time I had caught my husband checking me out. I began to show off for Lionel, letting my tits fall out of my top a bit, slipping enough to show nipple. I bent over and stuck my pussy out toward where he was bending over behind me. I wondered if he could see the wet spot in my leggings where my pussy had soaked through my pants. I let out some sexual moans, pretending that the yoga was straining me. I really just wanted him to know what I sounded like when I was moaning. I wanted him to want to make me moan with his cock. I turned around and stared at the bulge in his pants and I smiled at him when he caught me looking. “Marybeth? See something you like?” “Yeah. You see anything you like?” I was bent over and I knew he could see down my top. I had worn it on purpose, hoping Lionel would notice me. He was the hottest yoga instructor and I knew a few other students who would love to do 69 pose with him, or maybe have him back up her downward dog. He moved to me and wrapped his hands around my waist from behind. I turned around, facing him and we shared that sweet moment right before you kiss, when you know it’s going to happen and you can feel the pull of your lips to theirs. Our lips met in a sweet kiss that lasted much longer than it should have. By the time I came up for air, he was pulling down my leggings. Before I knew it I was stepping out of them and he had pulled up my sports bra. I pulled off his shirt and chucked it aside as he pulled his compression shorts off. His cock popped out, bigger than it had looked when it had been tucked into his shorts. I grabbed it and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth. “This is called the crouching dragon pose,” he said with a flighty laugh. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not, but when he grabbed my hair and used it as a fuck handle to pull my mouth up and down on his cock, I didn’t care if he was joking or not. This was the way I needed to be fucked. I needed a guy who could take control, and quite unlike my husband, Lionel was proving to be a real man, one who could dominate me. “Let’s try the blowjob bridge pose,” he suggested and I looked at him blankly, not sure what he meant. He helped me into a bridge position, which is a modified backbend. He lifted my arms up and anchored them on his waist. His cock found my mouth and he fucked my face this way, as if my mouth were a pussy. I was amazed at how much of his cock I could take in this position. My throat seemed to be opened up to it’s fullest capacity and he had it filled completely. “You are so fucking hot!” he encouraged me and it only made me want to suck him deeper. “Can we have sex, or is that too much?” “Sex? Oh my God. Yes!” I was practically begging for it. I couldn’t remember the last time my husband and I had fucked. I had to go even further back to the last time we had put any effort or passion into our fucking. Lionel didn’t hesitate. He grabbed me and pushed me onto my hands and knees. “Get into a downward dog,” he coached me, as if this were still a lesson and not a fuckfest. I got into position and I waited for him to back me up from behind. It was just like all of my fantasies about Lionel, and probably every other woman’s fantasy that had taken a lesson from him. His big cock entered me slowly, opening up my pussy the way my husband’s had never been able to. I cried out and began to cum almost instantly. Lionel knew what he was doing, and the tool he was working with was exquisite. I could feel his emotions for me as he fucked me. There was lust and admiration, attraction and passion. The way he fucked me was brutal, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It seemed I couldn’t stop cumming. The whole time his cock was inside of me was like a continuous orgasm. It was epic in ways that my husband had never been able to deliver. It almost made me wish I wasn’t married so I could marry Lionel. I knew that was crazy, but it made my orgasms even better to think about it, to pretend that I was married to a guy like Lionel instead of my loser husband. “Can I cum in you?” he asked me. “Please!” I begged him, not caring if I got pregnant with his baby. Lionel had the kind of genes a woman wanted her baby to have. I screamed with delight as he emptied his big, fat dick into my pussy. “Well, that’s all for today,” he said as he fished his compression shorts off of the floor. I began to dress as well. “So, do you do this with all your clients?” I asked him, not jealous, just curious. I was happy for what he was willing to give me. “Just the really hot ones,” he said smoothly. “So you think I’m hot.” “I should hope so. I just fucked you.” He laughed. “So I see you are on the schedule for next week too?” “Yes.” “Will you be coming alone then as well? Because I have a special workout I’m going to plan just for you. A tantric workout.” “Did you say tantric?” I gulped. This was so exciting. My husband couldn’t even spell tantric. “I did. So I’ll see you then?” He smiled at me as he ushered me out. “Yes, I’ll be here. Alone.” “Bye Marybeth!” “Thanks Lionel.” I walked to the waiting room and saw a really hot blonde girl in the waiting room with a guy that was probably her boyfriend or husband. The guy looked like he was in hell. That would have been me if my husband had come. “Next time, leave him at home,” I said to the girl on my way out. “You’re welcome,” I added when she looked up at me with confusion. I smiled to myself as I made my way home. Couple’s yoga could definitely get crossed off of my bucket list now. It hadn’t gone down quite the way I had planned, but Lionel and I counted as a couple now. 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