Busty Milfs Cuckold Yoga Session Ended With A Creampie

Title: “The Yoga Mat prophesy”

Diana had always been adventurous in life. From skydiving the Grand Canyon, bare knuckle boxing kangaroos in Australia, to competing in a no-rules curling tournament in Finland, she never shied away from a challenge. And now, with her 42nd birthday approaching and a midlife crisis on the horizon, Diana decided it was time for her biggest, most daring adventure yet.

She enrolled in cuckold yoga.

Diana’s friends were equally thrilled and terrified for her. “Oh honey, isn’t that dangerous?” Her friend Tara gushed, eyes widened and beaming with excitement but tinged with concern. “I’ve heard rumors that some of the women…you know…with the instructors.” She whispered the last part as if someone were spying on them.

“Pfft, I Live For Danger!” Diana proclaimed dramatically, before pausing and rolling her eyes. “Besides, I work out regularly, I can handle it.”

Tara looked uncertain.”Well, if you’re sure… just remember safe words. And consent. You know, important yoga stuff.”

Diana waved her off and headed to the studio. The space looked deceptively normal – gleaming hardwood floors, mirrored walls, neon green stripped mats aligned in perfect rows. But Diana knew it was an illusion – a mere facade for the steamy goings-on lurking beneath the surface.

As she entered the locker room, Diana had déjà vu. Body length mirrors coated the walls, steam fogging the glass from countless showers. She could have sworn she saw an Eiffel Tower formed by two women in the corner – but the corner was empty when she looked again. Oookaaay

With her yoga mat in hand, Diana headed to the studio. Jade laid out in savasana as she entered. Excellent start, she thought. As she spread her mat and began following Jade’s commands in Uttanasana, Diana started to relax. So far, so normal.

But then, Jade sauntered over with a strikingly handsome man Diana had never noticed before. Tall, dark, muscles rippling beneath his skin-tight black shirt, a chiseled jawline that could cut glass. Diana swallowed hard, her breath catching in her throat as he locked eyes with her.

“Everyone, I’d like you to welcome our guest instructor, Dirk. He will be guiding today’s class to new…dizzying heights.” Jade winked and backed away as Dirk easily swung himself up to a yoga mat, positioning himself on his hands and knees. The class dutifully followed into downward-facing dog. Diana glanced behind her, breathing in smoothly through her nose, maintaining her gaze at the spot between Dirk’s feet rather than the rock hard glutes directly above her head.

As the class progressed, Dirk wandered among the students, bending low to adjust their form, his deep, index finger nearly brushing Diana’s inner thigh as he realigned her foot. A shiver ran through her. Did yoga involve panty checks?

As the class transitioned into bridges, Dirk reached a large, strong hand under Diana’s lower back, pushing her rib cage up and into her neck, “Feel that gorgeous arch?” He purred, warm breath skimming across her collarbone and sending a molten heat cascading through her body. “Focus on sensation. Let it move you.”

Diana tried desperately to focus on her breathing as the asana continued, but it was an impossible feat with Dirk circling her like a vulture. She felt lightheaded, dizzy, and it wasn’t just the arch of her spine.

Finally, mercifully, Dirk and Jade guided the class into restorative savasana, although Diana was far from restful, body on fire, palms pressed flat into the coolness of the hardwood floor. Dirk pressed a firm hand to Diana’s sacrum. “Explore sensation,” he cooed. “Flip the internal awareness switch on your body.”

Cracking her eyes open, Diana saw Dirk hover menacingly above Jade, sliding his hands over the curve of her hips before dipping into a cradle of her womanhood. Jade lost herself in ecstasy, her face screwed up in explosions of rapture.

Cracking open the dried, gluey residue of her impatience, Diana swiveled her head left and right. Like a flock of migrating Nilgiri langurs, her classmates had aligned themselves into a perfect row of sixty-nining partners, anonymity shattered, amorphous flecks of pleasure radiating from each mat.

“Rich bounty! A veritable sea of endorphins!” Dirk called out his words, intermittent with pants and grunts, reaching a fever pitch as he lost himself, thighs shimmering from exertion, Africa and Asia and Australia and Europe and North and South America visible longitude lines on his lover’s toupee. Jade spasmed and widened her eyes, screaming her diabetic- induced release seconds before Dirk, unleushed, ratified into the capo dia esplendido. And round and round the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel, with pop goes the weasel, with pop goes the ca-ca-ca-can’t stop, won’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop!

Shouting to the gods in an ancient tongue that sound suspiciously like the Fenton, Dirk collapsed.

As Diana lay panting on the floor, a thin sheen of sweat coating her body, her heart thudding in her chest, she couldn’t help but think, “Well, THAT was unexpected. But a story to tell! Though I’m not sure how to tell it.” As she breathed in and out, Diana knew she’d made the right choice.