0 comments/ 31316 views/ 1 favorites Routine By: juanwildone Jack licked determinedly at Melissa’s wet cunt. The top of the stroke brought his flat tongue over her clit causing her to shudder. Melissa was desperate to cum she was so close if Jack would just concentrate on her clit for a couple of minutes she’d be there – guaranteed. Jack let his index finger slide slowly out of Melissa and down to slowly circle her rectum. Melissa’s hips lifted as she began to cum. Jack pushed his finger into her ass as he licked. “No Jack. Not the finger, not the finger. Oh. Oh. SHIT!” Melissa felt her orgasm wither and fade. “ God damn it Jack. You know I don’t like that – it distracts me. Just because it worked once doesn’t mean I want it all the time.” “Sorry.” Jack crawled up between her thighs. Melissa stuck her hand between them and covered her pussy. “Don’t you want me to finish?” “No Jack I don’t want you to finish.” Melissa scooted out from under Jack. “Go beat off if you have too. I’m going to sleep.” Melissa’s hand paused in mid-brush as she stared at the reflection of her husband in her make-up mirror. “So what you’re saying is that our sex life is boring.” “I didn’t say that. I said that we were in a rut – a routine, it’s like a recipe almost; one part his one part that, mix, stir pour into bowl…” “Pour into a bowl? Is that what I am to you – a container for your sperm to be poured into?” “That’s not what I meant - I said we should try to spice things up a bit.” “Hey the last time I tried something different you freaked out. The way you were jumping around you’d think I’d tried to kill you.” “Sticking your finger up my ass while blowing me was not what I had in mind.” “Well there you have it Mr. Excitement. Variety isn’t what it’s cracked up to be when you’re on the receiving end.” Jack stood silent for a moment then turn and walked out of the room. He reappeared in the mirror a moment later. “Just ask yourself this – ‘Are you happy with our sexlife? Is this what you wanted? Is this the best we can do? I’ll be waiting downstairs.” It was a very quiet drive to the party. They had barely cleared the front door when Melissa spotted one of her co-worker and excused herself from Jack. Jack scowled at being left alone. He was not a good mixer and this was a party filled with people he didn’t know. He found his way to the bar and quickly downed a Scotch. The second one he drank more slowly but that glass was soon empty. The third he nursed as he walked around the house and grounds. The place was impressive, especially the deck complex in the back yard. The deck contained multiple levels with various sitting areas and private alcoves – very well done. A slight stumble on a flight of stairs reminded him that he had not eaten since lunch and he went off in search of the buffet. Jack looked around casually for Melissa but she was nowhere to be seen. He was stilled pissed at her for the argument they’d had. Melissa usually drank at parties and would be very horny by the end of the night – only Jack wasn’t feeling very lucky this evening. He circled back around to the buffet; there had been a tray of sushi that he wanted to sample again. There was one spicy tuna left and as Jack picked it up, a hand closed quickly on his and gently held his down. He turned to the owner of the hand and discovered the most amazing green eyes looking back at him. The eyes were framed by an abundance of auburn tresses and complimented by an absolutely bewitching smile. The smile slowly transformed into a row of perfect white teeth biting softly on a ruby red lower lip. The mouth moved, “Oh, you’re too fast for me. Looks like you get the last tasty morsel all to yourself.” And that bewitching smile returned. Jack smiled in response and was surprised to hear his own voice speak. “Me too fast? I can go as slow as you need me to go. And I’ll gladly share, my teachers always said that sharing is an important part of being able to play well with others.” “Oh really? Maybe all I want is just a little taste.” Soft fingertips slid across the back of his hand. Jack knew he shouldn’t, but he did, “How do I know that? You might say you want a taste but then you might just eat the whole thing. Where would I be then?” The smile became positively dazzling, “Where would you be then? Mostly likely slumped against a wall somewhere with a big dopey grin on your face.” Jack swallowed deeply and noticed that he had a raging hardon in his pants. “And what would be plastered all over your face?” The smile slackened and the head tilted forward and then back up, the bright eyes were clouding over. A small pink tongue swept quickly between glossy lips. Jack’s heart was pounding. What the hell was he doing? If he was surprised before he was shocked now as he stated slowly and clearly. “I’m going to take my spicy tuna out onto the deck. If you’d like to join me perhaps you could find something to wash it down with.” He turned and walked out before the smile could respond. Once outside he took some deep breaths. ‘What the fuck was that all about?’ He told himself that there was nothing to be worried about, she wasn’t going to come out here. She was probably laughing with some friends right now. Yeah that’s right – nothing was going to happen, because nothing did happen. ‘So why am I still holding onto this sushi?’ He heard approaching footsteps. “I hope you don’t mind this I prefer a good dry one.” His erection returned with a vengeance and lust drove every rational thought from his mind. Jack held the piece of sushi at eye level, “Do you want your taste now? I’m afraid that if I taste first dry will be the last thing you are.’ Jack was momentarily relieved and then disappointed as he read her reply in her face. Relieved that she smiled as if the joke had gone far enough and was at an end. Disappointed that she sat quietly not responding at all – had he gone too far? He watched as she set the bottle and glasses on the deck. Jack was surprised as he felt her hand on his as she pushed the sushi to his mouth. When it touched his lips he opened his mouth. “How much do you want?” she asked. Jack bit down enough the hold the sushi between his lips. Her hand left his and move to the back of his head and pulled him to her. She bit into the sushi and held their mouths together as they chewed. The chewing became a kiss and kiss quickly deepened into something very different indeed. Jack felt his hand close around her breast, her nipple was hard. Her hand trailed down to his pants and rubbed slowly along the bulge of his erection. Jack was enflamed with lust he wanted nothing more than to fuck this woman right here and right now. His hands moved down to her ass and he started to pull her dress up. Her dress cleared her ass and Jack felt the material of her thong. Then she pushed away from him. “I’m sorry I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She backed quickly away and was gone. Jack sat down and looked up into the night sky. ‘FUCK!’ Jack sat outside trying to make sense of what just happened – nothing happened! Then he knew, he knew to the very marrow of his bones. He felt his posture straighten and willpower become strong, ‘I want her and she wants me and I’m going to have her.’ Jack felt a strength and power fill him that was exhilarating and fantastically potent. He walked slowly through the rooms - seeking. He knew she was still here as he moved slowly and deliberately through the house. There! She was entering one of the bathrooms on the second floor. Jack moved easily to a position next to the door. He heard the toilet flush and the door handle turn. The green eyes flashed in surprised the ruby red lips slack in an unspoken question. Jack took her arm and walked her down the hall. As they turned a corner he pushed her against a wall and kissed her passionately. His kiss was returned in kind. Jack turned her to face the wall brushed her hair aside and kissed and nibbled along the nape of her neck. His hands found her breasts and her gently palmed them allowing his fingers to rub slowly over her nipples – they were hard. “What are you doing? I told you I couldn’t do this.” Jack swept a hand down to her thigh then up under her dress. “You want this just as much as I do – God, you’re soaking wet.” A finger pushed between her lips and her fragrance of her arousal filled the space. “Please stop. Oh. Please. Ohhhhh!” jack kneeled quickly behind her and pulled her soaked panties to the floor. As he stood he pulled her dress over her hips. He fished his hard cock out of his pants and bending his knees he pushed it between her thighs rubbing back and forth along the lips of her cunt. “No. No. Are you crazy? Oh. Stop it! Damn you!” Jack felt his cock become slick with her hot wetness. Jack whispered hoarsely into her ear. “Touch yourself. Do it now. The sooner you’re ready the sooner it’s over.” Jack directed her left hand down her cunt. His fingers pushed on her wedding ring forcing contact with her clit. Although he starting the rubbing motion she quickly took over the effort. Jack bent his knees more and pulled his cock upward until he found her opening. He slowly straightened his legs forcing his cock into her. She whimpered quietly to the wet sounds of their fucking. Jack was so turned on he knew he wouldn’t last long. He was shocked as he felt her arch her back letting him thrust deeper inside. He took a step back pulling her hips with his until her back was nearly parallel to the floor. He could now fuck her deeply now and he increased his thrusts accordingly. Jack felt his orgasm begin to build and his thrusting became faster though less rhythmic. The pressure built to a near-painful intensity and then he came in a silent roar of release. As his orgasm subsided he became aware of her orgasm in progress, her hips twitched and her cunt muscles clenched and released. After they both had calmed down he pulled slowly out of her. He stuffed his slimy cock into his pants and zipped up. Jack went to help her but she pulled her arm out of his grasp. Her green eyes flashed with anger beneath a cloud of evaporating lust. She walked unsteadily down the hall and reentered the bathroom. Jack picked up her panties and stuffed them in his pocket, ‘let her explain that when she got home.’ Jack walked down the stairs and noticed that the room seemed different, he felt like a tiger amid a flock of sheep. He chuckled softly and went in search of a drink. If the ride to the party was quiet the ride home was intensely still. Melissa would not even look in his direction. As the garage door slid down Jack broke the silence. “I actually enjoyed that party.” Melissa’s eyes narrowed, “You bastard. Do you have any idea what you did tonight?” Jack smiled as he shook his head, “What are you talking about?” Jack walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Melissa glared, “Someone saw you Jack.” “Saw what?” “I overheard someone saying that they had seen you down the hallway and that they could see you. They knew it was you Jack!” She undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles, his boxers soon followed. Melissa grabbed his limp dick and pushed and tugged it around to thoroughly inspect his cock, balls and matted pubic hair. “God! Look at this mess! You didn’t even bother to try and clean up!” She began to lick him clean. She was quick and efficient and Jack was soon very clean and very erect. Melissa walked to the sink and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. As she walked past Jack she glanced down at his twitching erection, “I hope you got enough at the party cause you’re not getting anything from me.” Jack turned to follow and fell. “Fuck!” Melissa started to laugh. “Oh yeah Mr. Smooth. You look like such a stud sprawled on the floor.” Jack scrambled to disentangle his pants as he heard the fading sound of Melissa’s laughter. Once free he ran into the hallway to see Melissa within steps of the top of the stairs. He leapt like a tiger and caught her before she knew what had happened. “Jack!” Melissa found her arms pined and her thighs forced apart. “What do think you’re doing. Jack the kids can be coming home at anytime. Stop this!” Melissa felt Jacks cock pushing against her lips as Jack sought her cunt. “Oh God.” Jack pushed fully into her. “Damn you Jack! Stop it!” Melissa felt him pull out of her and she was able to stifle a moan of disappointment. She felt the pressure of his cock again but his angle wasn’t quite right. “Jack that’s not the right place. Jack I said that’s not – NO NO NO NO. Jack!” Melissa could still feel the pressure of his cock at her asshole. “Jack.” Slowly the pressure eased and Melissa relaxed. Jack stood and stepping over her walked into their bedroom. He was standing in the shower when he heard her use the toilet and then brush her teeth. Jack stumbled bleary eyed into the kitchen pulled by the aroma of fresh coffee. He sat and sipped slowly. Melissa sat across from him. “We need to talk. This is getting too complicated. People are talking and I can’t keep making excuses. I feel like we’re about to be caught and I don’t like it.” He sipped quietly and marveled at her beauty, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? The light in your hair. I’m ready to give up everything for you.” “Jack. That’s just what I mean. We need to talk about this and you’re trying to seduced back into bed. It’s not fair.” She tried to scowl at him but the truth was his words were having their intended effect. She could feel her nipples harden and a growing warmth between her legs. “Fair. There’s nothing fair about this. I think about you all the time – is that fair? When I see you, God when see you I can’t see anything else – is that fair? You touch me and – is that fair?” Jack was standing before her. Her robe was loose enough that he clearly saw the swell of her breasts and the thigh of her right leg was reveal to her hip. “Is it fair that just seeing you like this enflames me?” He knelt before her and pushed her robe apart. “Jack – don’t.” Jack’s hand moved softly along her thighs until his fingertips touch her just above the cleft of her cunt. His hands pushed down between her thighs and forced her legs apart. “No Jack – please. Not here.” Her pleas were swept away by her own desire and she found herself sliding her hips forward and spreading her legs wide. Jack’s tongue danced across the inside of her thighs and over the swelling lips of her cunt. He stabbed his tongue inside as a moan escaped her mouth. A finger followed his tongue and was soon stroking the roof of her vagina as his tongue licked languidly across her clit. Her breath was a series of panting gasps as she climbed toward release. The backdoor opened and Jack stood quickly. He wiped at his mouth and chin before turning around. Four teenage girls in soccer uniforms trooped into the kitchen - the first girl looked at them with apparent disgust as the other three unsuccessfully stifled giggles and embarrassed glances. A chorus of “Hi Mr. Barnes, Hi Mrs. Barnes” filled the kitchen. Jack smiled and nodded in acknowledgement. He turned to see that Melissa had turned the deepest shade of red. Her skin tone perfectly complemented her ruby red lips and her auburn hair. And her eyes, her sparkling, gorgeous green eyes were wide in an unmistakably clear message “oh, are you going to pay for this.” Melissa quickly regained her composure, “Andrea, I thought you had a game this morning?” Jack and Melissa’s youngest daughter lifted a quartet of water bottles up. “Stephanie forgot the water – again.” Her expression a combination of irritation with Stephanie and disbelief at what her parents were nearly caught doing in the kitchen. Melissa noticed that Stephanie was looking at Jack with thinly disguised lust. As Andrea led the girls back out the door they heard Stephanie say, “Damn we were just a couple of minutes too early.” Jack turned to Melissa. “Hey, I didn’t know they would be coming back. This isn’t my fault.” Melissa closed the door. “This is exactly what I was talking about. Good God, a couple of minutes later and we would have been doing on the floor.” “Actually I was planning on using the table.” “Jack. This isn’t funny. You saw Andrea, she was mortified. Sometimes I wonder if our role-playing is getting out of hand. I can’t believe you did that to me at the party last night. I was so embarrassed that someone had noticed and now this morning…” “Come on Melissa, they watch movies that show more than they saw just now. Besides the other girls weren’t freaking out. They seemed fine.” “Seemed fine or were looking fine? I couldn’t see your expression but I could sure see theirs. Stephanie looked like she was ready to join in.” “I had no idea you had such a dirty mind and I can’t believe you’re jealous of her. We’ve known Stephanie since, since – forever. She’s just... “She’s just about handful. Have you forgotten how she was always climbing into your lap and giving you a kiss - she has always had a crush on you – just like her mother.” “What? Helen has a crush on me? Really? You know I noticed that it looks like she’s been working out lately. I wonder if she enjoys hiking, you long walks in the woods…” Melissa glared at her husband. “Oh come on Melissa, I’m just joking. You know you’re the only woman for me.” Jack hugged his wife and nuzzled her neck. Releasing her him set his mouth in a wicked leer. “Jack – Jack what are you thinking.” Melissa tried to act seriously annoyed. Her arms were crossed across her chest and her face was stern. “Then I must prove my love for you – to you. Yes. I must prove my love.” Melissa started to back away as Jack continued to leer at her. She turned and sprinted for the stairs. Jack’s feet thundered on the treads as she followed in hot pursuit. He caught her, picked her up and threw her onto the bed. As her legs flew apart Jack dived between them and thrust his tongue into her. Melissa’s cries of pleasure grew louder and louder until they drifted out the open bathroom room window and fell softly on their neighbors ears. Helen paused in her morning yard work. Her husband’s untimely death had left a great hole in her life. In the five years since she had filled that hole with work and caring for her daughter. But a part of that hole could not be filled no matter how many plastic lovers she employed. She wanted, no actually she needed a man to hold her, to fill her, to satisfy her. She knew she should go out, everyone told it was time, but the thought of dating filled her with dread – but maybe there was a different solution. She took off her gardening gloves. Jack and Melissa never locked the back door and within minutes Helen found herself at the top of their stairs. Her heart pounded to the sounds of their lovemaking coming from the other side of their bedroom door. She slowly undressed until she was naked save for the bandana around her neck. She took a deep breath, grasped the doorknob, and turned it. As the door swung silently open she walked in. Routine As I feel the beginnings of my pussy exploding on Jamaal's face I can't release my fingers from Yvonne's thick afro. I can tell by her slowed movement that Jamaal's cum is filling her mouth as much as she will allow. With her right hand she is squeezing every last ounce of Jamaal out while her left hand squeezes my thigh in reaction to Daniel's deeper thrust into her own pussy. I wasn't sure if I was intentionally holding out for last place, but I knew I was ready to lose it when I finally made eye contact with Daniel as he shyly smiled at me before he erupted into his wife from behind. His moment of embarrassment was covered by Yvonne's curvaceous brown ass smacking repeatedly against his thighs. All at once I could feel Yvonne's full body orgasm as she swallowed my husband's cum and my husband's tongue lapping my clit repeatedly. I would have cum silently but I saw Daniel grinning at my erect nipples. He licked his lips and my thighs squeezed my husband's head like my pussy was going to inhale him. How the fuck did we get here. For ten years we'd known Yvonne and Daniel through our circle of friends. We'd bump into each other at dinner parties every now and again. I knew that he was an architect and she was a lawyer. They moved to the city around the same time we'd moved back from two years in Paris. Like many couples, we said should get together more often, but our paths never really crossed. Jamaal and I weren't necessarily a social couple, though we loved the dinner parties with our extended group of friends. But early on I knew we were a lot like Yvonne and Daniel. I wasn't a lawyer, but I ran the IT department at a suburban law firm that often competed with Yvonne's downtown firm. We'd compare our office dynamics while we traded hair recipes. Her afro was tall and bouncy from years of care, while I had just decided to go natural with thick curls. Our kids would be starting high school around the same time, so we traded notes on public versus private. Yvonne and I were both 5'9" and athletic so we thought we'd connect over one of the charity races our friends would enter. But we never ran in the same race because neither of us really ran. On the other hand, Jamaal and Daniel saw each other almost every week at their weekly soccer or basketball game. About five or six of our husband's played at the rec center on Saturday morning's at 7AM. Jamaal would occasionally say that we should have dinner with Yvonne and Daniel after a Saturday morning game, but he'd also mention that he was going plan our families vacation every year. Neither ever happened. I do remember bumping into Daniel downtown with the kids once. He looked out of place without Yvonne and their boys, I thought. I realized how similar to Jamaal he looked and wondered if Jamaal was somewhere looking as out of character as Daniel looked to me at that moment. Though Daniel was a shade darker than Jamaal, they had both shaved their heads and kept a clean shaven face. They were both manly in features and reserved in style. But we never really connected for ten years or so, until our kids got to high school. Once our kids had their own social life they didn't need us parenting as much. We had more time to ourselves. For some parents it's torture letting go of their kids. That wasn't the case with Jamaal and I. We had kids fresh out of undergrad and we jumped straight into the real world. I've been with the same firm in one capacity or another while Jamaal has moved slowly from one tech -company to another. Juggling kids and jobs at 24 were a blessing, but we were selfishly happy to let our kids show some independence as they got older. We taught them to make good decisions and now we were being rewarded with free time to ourselves. Jamaal and I went on more dates and even the occasional weekend getaway. We were definitely more romantic. Even the kids noticed. "Get a room" is what we'd get when we were innocently snuggled up on the couch watching television. But I also found time to myself. I took a handful of classes - jewelry-making, cooking, skydiving. Everything was on the table and I liked it all. I tried a book club for six months, but it never really stuck. Too much talking. I'm a doer. My most consistent routine was yoga on Saturday morning's when Jamaal was at the rec center. My local studio in our neighborhood was perfect. There were mostly ladies my age in attendance so the mood was pretty mellow. The environment was relaxing and the vibe was chill. I'd work up a calm sweat and head home. Jamaal and I had developed a pretty consistent routine ourselves. We'd get home after our Saturday morning workouts - right at the time the kids would be leaving for their practices or whatever. Their games or recitals were usually a couple of hours off, so we'd have the house to ourselves with a layer of sweat we needed to remove. He'd usually get home first, so he'd have a fruit and veggie smoothie waiting for me on the counter unless he had to drop the kids off further away than usual. I'd grab my smoothie and drink it as I head to the shower. I would drink as I shed my tights and sports bra before turning on the shower. I never had to look back to feel Jamaal's eyes focused on my hips as I bounced from the shower to take one last sip of smoothie. Before the mirror began to fog up completely, I'd take a quick glance at his dick escaping his basketball shorts. It was sweaty and thick and dark. Sometimes it was shaved clean and some times it was hairy, but it was always disgustingly sweat. I'd have both our scrunchies lathered up before he joined me in the walk-in shower. While the water flowed through my growing mane I could feel Jamaal wiping down my body with my soapy scrunchy. Though I could feel musk leaving my skin, I could feel his salty dick pressed up against my ass crack. While the rest of my body was getting the gentle cleansing it deserved, my as was being assaulted by the manliest dick stench that I could have ever imagined. And as I turned around to return the favor I could see the soap starting to wash away the gross layer of grime that had covered Jamaal. His dick began to shine as the hot water and my soap-filled hands wiped away that morning's workout. What came next was usually based on what had gone down the days prior. If we'd just fucked, I'd place his freshly shined dick against my lips and wonder how there was still a pinch of salty flavor left that I'd need to suck off. He'd run his fingers through my curls without as much of a whimper until my hand around his balls made him whisper "oh fuck". Soon after, I'd have a mouth full of cum and limp dick that would need a little more cleaning up. But if I'd just sucked his dick, he'd inevitably have a seat on the shower wall and lift my left leg beside him. He'd grab my ass with his strong hands and shove my typically hairy pussy right into his face. I'd steady myself with my hands on his head or shoulders while I felt his tongue thoroughly stroke my clit. The shower water against my back was as soothing as his lips were against my mound. But I'd eventually cum when his hands found my sensitive nipples. However, if we'd both had a frustrating workout we'd simply slide his dick inside me and fuck like we needed it. On the very rare occasion he'd fuck me in the ass just because we needed a change, but for the most part we were pretty vanilla. For most Saturdays this was our routine and we were quite content. We never really discussed it. Then my local yoga studio was shut down for renovations in the spring. They'd made arrangements at several other clubs nearby to take us in, but they'd be back in business by summer. For the first two Saturdays I tried the closest studios to our house, but the vibes were off. One was too hippy and the other was too intense. I was going to try a crossfit studio if the next yoga studio didn't workout. I was doing a simple cardio class on Tuesdays but was looking for something a little more intense. My third yoga studio was a little further away than I wanted to travel and when I got there the vibe was a little snooty. Everyone's gear was dialed up a notch, there were definitely more guys and everyone was about 10 years younger. I'd already decided that I needed to get serious about finding a cardio class near the house when a yoga mat drops next to mine with a curious thud. "Hey stranger," Yvonne sounded off. "What are you doing over in my hood?" She was a welcome surprise in this meat market, a familiar face among the painfully hip and needy. "My studio is under renovation and I'm studioless for a couple of months," I answered as Yvonne began to stretch next to me. "On Hillside?" Yvonne asked with surprise. "Daniel is on that project! And it may be more than a couple of months," she laughed. For some reason Yvonne's smile made me forget about the 30 pairs of eyes checking us out. After the workout we asked about the kids and jobs, because we hadn't seen each other since last summer. We both were truly curious about each other's lives, but we both felt as though we were holding each other up. "You coming back next week, right?" Yvonne asked as she jumped in her SUV. "Indeed," I instinctively replied before we both bolted out of the parking lot. Oddly enough, the next month or so was the same pattern. We somehow seemed to connect but were too busy to have a conversation. I was just happy to have found a yoga studio so it didn't bother me much. Then one morning I had to drop my daughter off at a friend's earlier than usual, so I was 30 minutes early to class. I decided to read a few emails in the snack area before class started. By now I'd gotten accustomed to the single's atmosphere and just took the constant flirting and staring in stride. I simply flopped down on a couch and pulled out my phone. "Early, too?" came Yvonne's voice as she sat right next to me. For half-an-hour we laughed and joked about everything from our work office politics to this yoga studio. We were like old friends that needed to catch up. But then we were off to class and headed home in a rush. I just assumed she was really busy. And I was really horny. However, our connection became stronger as I made a habit of showing up early to the studio, as did Yvonne. It was nice having a girlfriend that I could relate to - from job to family. Then one day I playfully asked her why she chose this yoga studio for singles. Her face got a little more serious than I had anticipated. "The attention is, uh, sexy," Yvonne responded with a hint of embarrassment. "I'm not trying to meet anyone, mind you!" Her defensiveness was a sign that she needed to explain that her marriage was not in trouble, so I supported her with, "Your man is gorgeous, but there's nothing wrong with unsolicited, outside compliment!" "Your man is pretty nice with his as well," Yvonne returned. "But the workout and the extra attention..." Yvonne started but had trouble finishing her thought. "Stirs your juices," I smiled knowingly. "Yes!!" Yvonne quietly exclaimed. "I leave here and can't get home fast enough." At that moment we both connected the dots. Our men were probably in the middle of a game at the rec center and we were about an hour away from fucking them. A mutual spirit of embarrassment and curiosity overcame both of us so strong that we laughed uncontrollably. "Do you think they've had this conversation?" I asked Yvonne as we headed toward our room. "Daniel is embarrassed to talk about sex with me!" Yvonne responded within earshot of our 20-something instructor. And just like usual, we downward dogged and ran home. But this time we knowingly grinned at each other as we drove away. That morning's shower was incredibly intense because I kept thinking about Yvonne and Daniel while Jamaal was squeezing his dick inside my pussy. Did she have a spinach & pineapple smoothie awaiting her return as well? Was his dick as sweaty and dark as Jamaal's? Would he bury his tongue in her or would she be licking his balls? I couldn't get them out of mind for a week. For almost a decade they were just another couple that we'd randomly see and now I was a little more than curious about their most intimate secrets. That next Saturday I tried to keep my cool when Yvonne joined me on our couch. Nothing had changed about her, but I noticed every inch of her for the first time. From her simple manicure to her tortoise shell frames I was trying desperately to see behind the curtain. While I pretended to not care about how she'd spend her post-yoga time, I playfully joked about our summer plans and my new laptop. As we spotted our instructor head toward our room, Yvonne leaned in sadly and said, "Daniel says the renovations on your old studio are almost complete." I could tell that she was a little bummed about us losing our quality time and we knew that we'd have trouble committing to another social outing. "I kinda like it here," I wondered aloud as we grabbed our mats. The young guy behind the juice counter was checking out our asses so we gave him an extra ten seconds. "I feel well taken care of." Yvonne doubled-over in laughter and relief as we headed toward class. "I'm glad you enjoy it here. I've been thinking about you and Jamaal all week." As Yvonne walked in front of me my body froze as I considered whether Yvonne was thinking about Jamaal and I the way I'd been thinking about her and Daniel. My mind was racing as my heartbeat quickened. Thank God the yoga calmed my nervous or I would have exploded. Though I was at a fever pitch by the end of class. An hour of watching Yvonne strike pose after pose made me wonder which positions Daniel preferred when Yvonne got home. It was like I was getting half of the visual and needed Daniel to fill in the proverbial blanks. Again, we rushed out of the studio to the parking lot, but this time it was a little awkward. While we were both politely saying "Have a wonderful week" and "See you next Saturday", we were really thinking "Enjoy that man" and "Tell me all about it". For about 2 months this was our routine. Just like Jamaal and I had a pattern, so did Yvonne and I. We giggled like school girls when we reached our cars. I'd never shared such an intimate event with anyone other than Jamaal like this. Sure I'd tell my girlfriends dirt about a hookup in college, but this was way different. This was like Yvonne and I were sharing the hookup. Then I realized how integral our lives became when one Saturday she didn't show up when class started. I was a little thrown off, but it's not like we'd planned anything. The class itself was better than usual, but I was still a little off. After class I grabbed my phone and saw a text from a number that wasn't already in my phone. "Oldest made finals so we are upstate this weekend. Enjoy class without me. - Yv". She must have pulled my number from one of the group texts or emails we'd been part of over the years. "Good luck. Class was great. Great week," was my reply. But the rest of my morning was still off. The smoothie didn't taste the same and Jamaal's dick was not giving me all that I needed. It was as if I'd skipped foreplay. And I had. The rest of my week suffered as well. Nothing was quite right. Projects at work were late or over budget. My team couldn't get on the same page. Everything was just off. I gave Jamaal a halfhearted handjob on Tuesday and some timid doggystyle on Thursday, but it was the best I could muster. That next week Yvonne was already at the studio when I arrived. She looked as though she'd had a rough week, too. Her usual "Hey Girl!" had been replaced by "hey girl". The bouncy afro was neatly twisted, but it wasn't full of pep. We drolled on about our terrible week until we committed to starting fresh with yoga. Our spirits raised as we knowingly gave the juice guy another ten seconds of our curvy asses. At least I pretended to check my phone. Yvonne simply stood there and checked her imaginary watch. We bursted out laughing in unison as we headed off to class. After class our pace was slower than usual. "Big plans?" I asked as we found our cars next to each other's. With a blush that overwhelmed her soft brown complexion, she smiled and responded, "I just need to be spoiled when I get home." Her words were soft, but her eyes were so transfixed on my eyes that it was as though she'd ask me a question. Her stare made me melt as I waited for the real question. "How does your man spoil you on Saturdays?" Yvonne bluntly asked with her eyebrows raised in full attention. I knew that her question was as blunt as she intended. She didn't want to hear a flowery euphemism. She didn't need to hear about a smoothie and a back rub. She wanted something substantial. And she was testing my boundaries to see if I would hold my ground. "My man will spoil me with his tongue in the shower and I will reciprocate on the foot of our bed," I boldly answered, though I trembled on the inside terribly. As to not sound shocked she gave her approval by simply declaring, "Me, too." Then she gave me the tightest hug and jumped in her vehicle. We both headed home and had the greatest week ever. For the next few months our post-yoga conversations were much the same, but the details became more explicit and creative. Though we couldn't check the validity of our claims, we honored each height with extreme prejudice. "I'm going to inhale his seed." "I'm going to drop the soap." "I'm going to wear heels in the shower." "I'm going to finish him in the kitchen." "I'm going to record it with my phone." Now the whole week was in preparation for that 20 second parking lot goodbye. I read article after article to find new ways to compete with Yvonne's craftiness. For three months we raised the bar impossibly high. And then one morning I said without thinking, "I'm going to show you." I can only assume that she was shocked beyond dismay because I jumped into my car without giving her a second look. I wasn't sure what I meant by my proposal but I knew I had to do something. The kids were still on the west coast checking out colleges with their uncle, so I had room to operate. By now our husbands were prepared for our Saturday morning antics so they just went along for the ride. When I walked in the house Jamaal had just finished making our smoothies and headed up the stairs. "Stop right there, please," I demanded. "Hand me your glass." With a look of confusion he handed over his drink and waited. I stood two steps below him. "Disrobe, please," I continued and Jamaal dutifully obliged. He started with his sweaty t-shirt, then socks and shorts. The bulge in his compression shorts was becoming quite engorged. With his smoothie in my left hand I focused my camera phone with my right hand. I'd captured mostly thigh in the picture, but there was a little exposure to Jamaal's growing bulge. After I focused my camera I slowly took a sip of smoothie and looked up to his long, lean torso above me. "You can start now," I allowed. Jamaal slowly removed his hardening dick from his tight grey briefs and slowly stroked it in front of me. I took a heavy dose of smoothie into my mouth and put my lips onto the tip of his sweaty head. I let the smoothie drizzle down his shaft and onto his hand. He then used the freshly made lubricant to stroke himself in my direction. At first he offered me a teasing grin to accompany his self-pleasure, but he eventually was too swept up in his own strokes to pay me any mind. The camera only caught his hand motion and thigh, but it was more than enough. As he began to violently stroke himself I held back any instinctive desire to dodge what was coming my way. We'd been here before so I simply accepted my fate. Routine With a face and t-shirt drenched in Jamaal's pleasure I asked him to start our shower. As he gathered his senses and headed up the stairs I finished what was left of the smoothie and pressed SEND on the video. As usual Yvonne and I arrived at our couch the following Saturday morning and discussed our routine lives without much fanfare. We gave the new juice guy ten seconds of eye candy and sauntered off to class. After class our pace to the parking lot was slower than usual. Perhaps I'd pushed her limits and the competition was over. I'd won. We could go back to our simple lives again. "How will you spoil your man this weekend?" I cordially asked, giving her an opportunity to bow down to my supremacy. My Ace of Spades. Yvonne smiled and looked ready to concede as she opened her car door. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I asked Daniel to invite Jamaal and his wife to dinner tonight." Big Joker. I stood in the parking lot in total shock. But my pussy was soaking wet. I raced home to my husband who'd innocently prepared our smoothies in hopes of our wonderful Saturday craziness. I made the decision before I parked the car that I had to tell him what had transpired over the last six months. I didn't want him to be caught off guard. I told him everything. I even showed him last week's video. "You are full of shit!" was his response. "You are so fucking competitive! Did it ever occur to you that sharing the details of our intimacy would somehow be a violation of our relationship? Did you ever consider that I might not want to take part in your filthy games? Did you ever consider I might not want to go to this sick and twisted dinner that you and Yvonne have scheduled?" I stared blankly at Jamaal and answered in all honesty, "No. No. And no. Now do you want to fuck me before I make myself presentable for dinner or not?" I damn sure wasn't about to lose in my own house. So we cleaned up and arrived at Yvonne and Daniel's brownstone. I had no idea what to expect, but was relieved when they acted as though this was any other dinner amongst friends. Yvonne's firm represented a small catering company so the meal was superb. We talked about preparing for the empty nest, work life and the upcoming concerts in the city. I never let my guard down, but the night came to an uneventful close as we quietly headed toward our car. "You made me shave for that?" Jamaal insisted. But I was too steamed for his jokes. I'd been served. Royally. That week I fucked Jamaal like a wild animal. All of my aggression was channelled through my clit and he knew it. I couldn't orgasm enough to block Yvonne's smile from my mind. The next Saturday I couldn't even pretend to fake small talk. "I hate you!" was all I could come up with when I dropped on the couch next to her. "Actually," Yvonne confessed, "I chickened out at the last minute. The plan was for us to invite you and Jamaal onto the rooftop patio and fuck on opposite sides of the building. That was the plan." I was floored, but not because of her plan. I was shocked because Yvonne had stopped caring about winning and was now focused on mutual success. So I supported her attempt. "That's kinda what we were expecting," I quietly explained. "But if you had done that, I would have countered with giving Daniel a handjob." I was still a little competitive. "No surprise there," Yvonne acknowledged. "Which would have given me no choice but to deep throat Jamaal while you fucked his face." I decided the time for competition was over. The time for cooperation was at hand. "As long as Daniel is fucking you from behind, I think we are free this evening," I countered as I grabbed my yoga bag and winked at the juice guy. Yvonne followed me into the classroom where we found our usual place, though with a few more eyes in our general direction. "You know I can't come back here any more, right?" Yvonne shrugged, sensing she'd finally lost the battle. "No problem," I comforted my close friend. "I know a newly renovated studio near my house. Not much for single folk, so you might need to bring your husband."