The Yoga Affair

I was attending my yoga class when an unexpected series of events unraveled. The sun illuminated the room and beat down on our sweaty half-dressed bodies when a man popped his head in the door frame with his eyes glued to the instructor's spandex ass, which I presume was his pregnant wife, as he spoke.

“Hello, sexy mama. May I steal you away to talk?” he suggestively asked to the front.

A uniformed laughter broke the silence.

“What do you want, Richard?” The instructor uninterestedly asked, as she arched up from the downward dog position.

“I need to tell you something in private,” he said seriously

“Don’t disturb my class right now. Can’t this wait until we are at home?”

“No. I need to get something off my chest.”

“I’m in the middle of instructing my class. Just tell me later.”

“It’s tearing me apart.” He tried reasoning and begging for sympathy.

The tension in the room was hard, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He came into the room.

“Breathe in, and breathe out,” she instructed us, while being on all fours curving our back up and down, preparing us for the more difficult poses. The instructor continued doing her yoga poses, showing off her body as she twisted in ways that didn’t seem possible. It was amazing how she didn’t get out of breath, unlike the way we did. I guess it gets easier the more you do it.

He was standing over her in a dominant stance with his arms crossed. Then, her hair whipped into the air as she shot him a sharp glance.

“What are you doing!?” she exclaimed.

“Well if you won’t listen, then I’ll have to show you.”

We all paused, puzzled and intrigued what he was about to show us next.

He turned to a women in our yoga group and said, “Margo, would you care to be my partner and demonstrate what we did last night?” as he extended his strong hand to lift her up.

Margo looked at him, then at her with guilty eyes. She grasped his hand and whispered in his ear as she caressed his bulging chest muscles. Her lips seemed to mouth, “Take me.”

He began to run his hands through her hair like a harp and pressed their lips together.

The instructor was wide eyed and speechless.

He said just like the instructor “Get into downward dog.”

Margo bent into position and he was standing directly behind her with his cock starting to bulge in his tight jeans. He started a thrusting motion while spreading her butt cheeks in her spandex.

“Now that I’ve got your attention! Instead of you putting your job before me.”

Margo piped in, “ If you haven’t guessed it, your husband has been having an affair with me.”

“You betrayed me,” The instructor said.

“He was flirting with me all night at McStews Pub, I didn’t know he had a wife. He didn’t even have his ring on. If I knew I wouldn’t have,” Margo explained, defending herself.

“Not you, him!” as she pointed a cold finger in his direction.

“You drove me to have an affair. We haven’t had sex in months,” he retorted.

“Don’t blame your affair on me. I’m pregnant. Half the time I’m in too much pain to be in the mood...” she justified.

She continued in a distraught voice, “Just leave and I want a divorce! ”

“Fine!” He said as he trailed away with Margo.

The room grew darker as the sunshine turned to night. The moon barely making its presence known.

“Class dismissed.”