Note from the author( I use the term "author" lightly). Writing is not my profession, so please keep that in mind. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed putting my imagination to paper. Enjoy.
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"You're one happy man, aren't you, love?" My wife asked as she assisted me in holding that funny looking, but oddly satisfying yoga pose called a bridge.
Yes, yes I was, I thought. I couldn't speak it out loud, as she was currently sitting on my face and my tongue was busy doing it's magic. She was holding my hips up, getting my member in a perfect position in front of her beautiful face.
My name is Theo, and my lovely wife is Reagan. I married a yogi, and I love my life.
Reagan and I are a mix couple (she's a beautiful African American queen, and I'm a tall Hispanic man), that until recently, had a pretty normal sex life, that was until about ten months ago when we both had an affair due to a very surprising yoga class (see chapter 1, you won't regret it).
Since then, we've explored all sorts of classes together; from tantric yoga classes to nude yoga. We even do classes together with our new lovers, our friends Maria and Raymond, another couple we knew from yoga class. More often than not, we actually swap with each other when we all four of us attend couple's class, me with Maria, and Reagan with Raymond.
It only took a short while after we all came clean with our affairs, that we basically started having an orgy at least twice a month. Nothing too crazy, nor anything planned. We'd all hang out, and one thing would lead to another. It usually started with me fooling around with Maria, and Reagan flirting with Raymond. Next thing you know, they were having sex on one side of the bed, and Maria and I would take the other side. Towards the end, we'd switch back.
Those first few months I slept with Maria several times a week, and Reagan would do the same with Raymond. Reagan and I still had sex regularly each week, so we were both very happy. Truth be told, I don't think I'll meet any girl that taste as sweet as Reagan naturally does, and even Raymond confided in me one day and told me the same. So my lips and tongue were constantly pleasuring my wife.
Maria on the other hand, had amazing pelvic floor strength. Having honed her yoga practice for years, and as a teacher for almost as long, she had strengthen her kegel muscles to a point that it felt like a firm grip on my shaft anytime she wanted to give me an "extra squeeze". We had a lot of fun timing her squeezes when I would cum, to make sure she got every drop out of me. When she orgasmed though, that was on another level.
Using Maria's example, I had started working on my kegel muscles too. For a guy, it helps with stopping the stream of pee mind stream, lasting longer in sex, and for me, it helps me shoot my load stronger and farther. So they have each mentioned that they could feel me shoot inside of them with more force, which they loved to feel.
Maria also likes to see me shoot up the air. One time, while Raymond and I were getting blown from each other's wives on the coach, Maria stopped bobbing her head on my shaft like she usually does right before I cum, and instead started stroking me. I ended up shooting a load on the wall that was behind us. Both Raymond and Reagan paused for a moment to look behind them at the shot dripping down the wall. Maria's face had a huge smile on her face, and Reagan gave me an impressed nod, and continued to take care of Raymond. So that's now a little fun game we play, though we try to avoid landing on surfaces that are hard to clean.
Both of the girls are on birth control, so finishing in them was of no concern to any of us. Hence we were surprised when Maria ended up getting pregnant. We all knew that birth control isn't 100% effective, but it still came as a shock. That was an awkward conversation at first, not knowing who the father is, but we all agreed that Maria and Raymond would be their only parents, no matter who's seed had knocked up Maria. Also, both Raymond and I are Hispanic, so unless the kid looked just like Raymond, we were hoping desperately we wouldn't be able to tell who sired the kiddo. So just like that, our little fun and games were going to change, one way or another.
Maria continued to do yoga, but she stopped acro yoga immediately after finding out. There are safe poses someone can do, but she didn't think it was worth it. Raymond and I enjoyed Maria's changing body too, especially her rapidly swelling breast and nipples. It seemed like her areolas had doubled in size and gotten darker, so either in missionary or her ridding me, I almost always had a nipple in my mouth. I absolutely loved rolling her nipples with my tongue.
We also got into the habit of spit-roasting the girls when all four of us were together. It's an amazing sight, seeing either Reagan or Maria take one dick in, as the other pulled out on the other end, then vice versa, rocking back and forth in rhythm.
Alas, as Maria was progressing in her pregnancy, she gradually had less and less sex. She loved to lay on the bed when Raymond and I rocked it with Reagan in the middle. She could occasionally clean Raymond or me after we had sex, but unless we were standing up and she was on her knees, the growing baby in her belly made a lot of positions uncomfortable for her.
After we'd have sex, we had a little ritual of all three of us giving Maria attention, and help her feel more comfortable. She had heard of special stretches that would help her with the delivery, and we all enjoyed rubbing oil on her growing belly and boobs while the third person helped her massage and gently stretch her perineum. She did warn us not to turn her on too much, as it would induce labor, so it was a balance we all had to maintain.
All in all, we all kept each other happy and involved.
The day finally came when Maria had her beautiful little boy. He was a handsome fellow, and to all of our relief, he inherited his parents cute chin. The rest of the little fellow was up for grabs as to where he got his features.
Maria and Raymond's parents had come up to help during the first three weeks, so we hardly got to see any of Maria, and the few times Raymond would come, he spent it most often drinking a beer with me and watching some TV to relax. Reagan would occasionally mess around with him, but one night he literally fell asleep just as Reagan was starting to undo his belt. The poor guy was beat, but he was one happy new father.
During the first few months' after Andy was born, Andrew was his real name, but we all just called him Andy, Reagan and I connected even more. I had the amazing task to quench my wife's hunger for physical gratification. After a few months, we started seeing Maria more and more. And though recovery would still take a while, we still made out every time we saw each other, and she even started going down on me on rare occasions.
One night, when Maria's parents were watching Andy, and both Maria and Raymond were over to our place, they told us their decision to move back to Arizona. Both of their parents lived relatively close to each other, only an hour apart, and the help they were providing would be invaluable to them with Andy. Raymond had the ability to work from home, and he had been given a verbal guarantee that his transfer to the local Arizona office would be approved, so they were just waiting for the confirmation letter. Maria already had some studios she was in talks with to teach, but she was very interested in her brother's offer to help finance a yoga studio of her own back home.
