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A Secret Revealed Pt. 01

By: pregnantex



I looked into the mirror of my bedroom and adjusted my tie, trying for a second time to get it lined up with my belt. My son had his middle school jazz concert and I was getting ready to make my appearance. Beth, my ex-wife, was certainly going to be making an appearance, and for some reason, I felt the need to show up well dressed.

Seinfeld was on in the background on the TV, playing the final stand-up routine to close the show. That meant it was 6, and I had plenty of time to stop and get dinner before the show started at 7. I was not going to arrive late, having received a fairly condescending email the last time I completely forgot about an event. Even after 4 years of divorce, she managed to still push my buttons.

As I made a final adjustment, a loud chirp came from the television. I looked, thinking the usual warning was going to scroll across the bottom about an amber alert. Instead, I saw the Skype icon pop up and my son's picture was displayed - Tom in his baseball uniform. I looked for my phone, instinctively thinking I should pick it up and answer. After a moment, I realized I needed the television remote.

Technology is great for divorced dads. Sure, I saw Tom every weekend, and every other day during the week. But, for the off days, we kept in contact and often Skyped during hockey games or playing X Box. Still, with his concert coming up, I figured he was on his way and wondered why he wasn't texting or calling. I got on the bed, reached across to the side table, and grabbed the remote. With a couple pushes, I answered the call. 

Sure enough, there he was, standing in front of a camera, with a large king bed right behind him. Instantly I realized he was not in his room. For some reason, it looked like he was in his mom's room. His face was staring into space, obviously looking at the television with the camera slightly above him. 

"Hey, what are you doing? Where are you?"

He spoke hurriedly, not in a panic, but not wanting to chit chat. His voice was soft, as if he was trying to hide from someone.

"I can't find my dress shoes. Are they there?"

The usual last minute panic when something he needs at mom's house is at dad's. It was becoming a weekly habit as he got older since Beth and I stopped packing for the back and forth trips. It was her idea, to help him become responsible. It was creating more problems than it solved.

"I'll look. Hang on."

I moved out of my room and into his. With a quick search, sure enough, they were right in the middle of the closet. I grabbed them, not really annoyed. I had become very accustomed to the requests. "I can't find my phone." "Is my math book over there?" "I'm looking for my coat." On and on.

Returning to my room, I held them up as I came back into view. He looked relieved. I stared again at the background, again curious as to where he was.

"Yea, I've got them. But, where are you?"

"I can't find my phone, so I'm using mom's TV. Can you bring them to school now?"

His mom's room. Beth would have flipped if she knew I was being given a behind the scene look into her private life. The woman who blocked all Facebook and Twitter views of her profile, who allowed no posts or tweets to mention her or show her face. I began to look around, take in the décor, the sights, when suddenly her shrill voice yelled in the distance.

"Tom! Let's go! You are going to be late!"

Before I could answer, he yelled back.

"Coming!"

Then, with a final look, he spoke softly. 

"Thanks dad, I'll meet you by my locker."

With that, he turned to run, pointing the remote at the television and throwing it on the bed. I grabbed the shoes, knowing that he would be there before me and I had better get going. With a final look at the Martha Stewart inspired room on my television, the family pictures on the wall, the mounds of pillows on the bed, I turned off my tv and left. Inside, I was glad he left the shoes over. Being able to quietly resolve Tom's crisis's was one of my little pleasures.

Luckily, it was early enough that I didn't have to park far away from the school. The mad arrival of parents was at least 30 minutes away, so at least I would be avoiding that. Kids were being dropped off, running into school with youthful excitement. The atmosphere always put a smile on my face. 

Sure enough, as I entered the school and turned into Tom's hallway, he stood by his locker waiting for me. He smiled, relieved when he saw me. Tom's face and reaction always made the work worth it, and as a single guy, it was one of my few sources for positive reinforcement. 

"Thanks dad."

He took the shoes from me and started to take off his tennis shoes.

"No problem. Did mom notice?"

"Yea. But I told her I left them in my locker."

The usual response to any lost item.

"Smart. So, how about a little hockey tonight when you get back?"

Xbox live was our standard way to relax, whether together, or when he was at Beth's. I hardly ever won, but the back and forth banter was always what I looked forward to.

"I'm going over to Patrick's. I cant."

I was disappointed, but I tried not to show it.

"No biggy. Maybe tomorrow."

With that, he turned and zipped down the hall, probably already a little late. Judging from the other kids zipping around, he probably wasn't the only one. He turned back as he ran.

"I'll beat you tomorrow!"

With that, he was gone.

I found the theater and picked a spot in the back left. I learned that leaving a concert was worse than getting off an airplane. Families talking, grandparents walking slow, and the general mob in no hurry to leave. Being one of the first, I sat down, opened up my phone, and started to play some chess.

Slowly, the crowd filtered in. I said my friendly hellos to other parents, recognizing that I was somewhat out of place in a sea of married couples. Other than the fact I also had a son, I had little in common with the adults strolling as close as they could to the stage. I sensed a familiar presence, and as I turned to look to my left, Beth came walking by with her husband Frank.

They had a daughter a little over a year ago, and Frank was carrying her as Beth led the way. She was wearing her usual black, soft cotton dress that allowed her to look motherly, but sexy. And she was definitely still beautiful. Long blonde hair, soft pale skin, with deep blue eyes that were what I called "doe eyes" when we were married. She wasn't incredibly tall, but I never cared. I ogled her soft butt as she walked down the hall, burning a hole in her dress with my eyes as I remembered the dimples at the base of her back.

Every time I saw her, I remembered why I fell in love. But, every time I talked to her, I remembered why we were divorced. Everything had to be criticized by Beth. It was in her nature. I had patience for the first couple of years, but as they say, "Behind every hot girl is a guy who is tired of screwing her." I became that guy.

There was no cheating by either of us. Despite everything, we stayed faithful to each other beginning to end. The problem was, years of marriage eroded any patience or tolerance I had for Beth's antics. While dating, and when fresh off a honeymoon, I thought Beth's mood changes were part of her charm. She could be extremely happy and excited on week about a planned vacation. Then, the next week, all she did was complain about the location, the hotel, or the cost. 

When my patience turned to aggravation and then push back, our marriage was on the fast track for the 50 percent club. The first year of divorce was a bit difficult, mainly because I had a hard time not coming home to Tom every day. And, I did regret not realizing the divorce was imminent. I would have liked to get in a last couple sexual romps with Beth. As I said, she was beautiful and I loved sleeping with her despite the sex on the back, "don't touch me there" attitude. Every time I saw her, it was a battle between regret and relief. Tonight, regret was winning by a mile.

Beth turned down the row of seats and I was immediately drawn to the size of her chest. A natural B cup, Beth had the swollen breasts of a nursing woman. They were clearly not in proportion to the rest of her body, evidently providing more weight to her front than she was used to. Beth's shoulders seemed to slouch, causing her chest to hang into her body. But, as she straightened up to look around and make sure Frank and Emma were next to her, Beth's oversized chest was thrust out in all of its glory. I was honestly a bit jealous of Frank as regret sank in deeper.

Sensing my eyes, Beth looked in my direction. We made eye contact, and her face clearly gave me a "Hey, you fucking asshole, glad you could make it on time you loser." I didn't have to read her mind because she spoke her mind so often. I just gave her a half smile and moved my eyes down to the cleavage she was proudly displaying. She quickly turned and sat down with an annoyed look on the side of her face. Sadly, her chest sank out of view.

The concert went in three stages. 6th graders, then 7th, and then 8th. Tom was in 8th, so I spent the first hour just staring at Beth. Her hair was a bit longer than I remembered, but still perfectly straight and blonde. She would occasionally turn to Emma, giving her a loving smile, showing her bright white and perfectly straight teeth. The back of her dress had an opening that mirrored the front, showing the upper portion of her back. I closed my eyes, remembering the countless times I would stare at that back while she kneeled before me. I was starting to get aroused in the middle of the concert.

Just as 7th graders were ending, Emma began to squirm. Frank stood up, taking the lull in the action as an opportunity to try and calm her down. Beth now sat, alone, and I imagined myself next to her, putting my arm around her, staring into the gap between her breasts. I remembered the countless movies where she would pull out one of her boobs in the back row of the theater and jerk me off. She was always so careful to try and catch my cum, holding a napkin with her left hand while she stroked me with her right.

I wondered what her naked body looked like now that she was in her mid 30s. I was lucky enough to have enjoyed it during her 20s, but for some reason, she looked sexier now than she did when she was younger. Her butt had yet to start the middle age sag, her face still glowed, wrinkle free, and her eyes were as blue as ever. I was desperate to walk up to her, pull down the front of her dress, and see just how large her breasts had become. To expose her womanly treasures once more to me, free for my molestation. Her nipples had to be huge.

My mind was suddenly brought back to focus by the loud clapping around me. The raging erection I had made it clear that I was fantasizing for the entire portion of Tom's concert. I adjusted myself and joined the crowd in clapping but stared at Beth's ass with the fabric caught between her cheeks. I undressed her with my eyes, lifting up her dress, staring at the white ass I remembered from our marriage.

The crowd spilled out and I led the charge. I rounded the corner and headed to the front of the school, almost running over Frank as he held Emma. I gave my usual quick hello, and he simply nodded and moved out of my way. It was our usual cold exchange.

Wanting to avoid the traffic, I walked quickly to my car and left the school. It was another moment in Tom's life that I'd always wish I could travel back to. His baseball games, his band concerts, the vacations and school trips. Every event that slowly seemed to build his life was slowly chipping away at mine. I drove home, slightly emotional, and as I thought of Tom, Beth slipped from my mind as did my erection.

I made a sandwich and figured I'd watch the Cubs game up in bed. Another big Friday night for me, home alone in one of the rare moments I wished I had gotten married again. I had many opportunities, but eventually, I'd spend too much time with a married couple and lose the urge. The grass was always greener, but lately, I was finding that few married couples had green grass. They merely used too much fertilizer until one day, the grass died and had to be replaced.

I got out of my clothes and plopped onto the bed in my boxers, ready for down time. I took a swig of beer, bit off a chunk of my sandwich, and turned on the television. A brief moment of wonder took me over as I stared at an empty bedroom on my screen, softly lit, with an abundance of pillows on the bed. Then it hit me. I was once again staring at Beth's bedroom.

Stunned amazement washed over me as I realized that neither Tom nor I ended the Skype call. Instead, we just turned off our televisions and assumed the other person would end it. Tom left in a rush to get to the concert, as did I. As the situation became apparent, my amazement turned to curiosity and excitement. I sat up in my bed, eyes glued to the screen as I took in Beth's bedroom.

Without Tom to distract me, I focused on the pictures. Beth and Frank, over her bed, with Tom and Emma in front of them. A picture of Beth's mom and dad, good old Sally and Mike, on the table next to her bed. The walls were a soft putty color, contrasted by the blue bedspread and white pillows. The king size headboard seemed to be the centerpiece, a deep brown wood that looked rich and opulent.

A door was on either side of their bed. On the left, the bedroom opened to a hallway and on the right, it looked like a bathroom. The rooms beyond were dark as the only light being provided was from lamp on the bedside table. There was complete silence, with nothing happening, but it was the most exciting show I had ever watched. I was clearly invading Beth's privacy.

I tried to rationalize as I stared. I wasn't breaking any laws. I didn't hack in or install a camera. It was a natural, probably common accident. I suppose if it was anyone else, I would have hung up and gone on with life. But, as the opportunity presented itself, as my mind began to wander, I found my hand slipping inside of my boxers from a new found excitement.

My hand merely moved around in my boxers, sort of acknowledging my hardness, letting my second brain know that things might get interesting and to be ready. My breathing had picked up, my mouth dried up, and my eyes opened up. I tried to calculate how long it was since I left the show, the usual after concert hangout time, and then how long it might take Beth to drop off Tom and drive home. I figured she had to be home at any minute. The problem was, each minute seemed like an hour.

Pots eventually boil, watched or not. The television was still silent, but suddenly, a hall light seemed to turn on. Every inch of my body buzzed with anticipation, wondering what sequence of events would unfold. I held the remote in my hand, ready to quickly end the call if there was any sign that I was going to be discovered. For all I knew, the television in their room was on and my figure was on display, lying on my bed, hands in my boxers.

A shadowed seemed to float by in the open door to the left and the sound of a door opening rang out through my television. I waited, eager for some indication as to what was going on in Beth's house. After a few minutes, another shadow appeared, and in walked Frank. My eyes were glued to his face, heart racing, waiting to see if he had any indication that I was watching him.

Taking off his suit coat, Frank walked right towards me and apparently into a closet off camera to my left. He paid no attention to the television. There was not the slightest hint that my eyes had been watching him. The closet door closed and he walked in front of the camera, around the bed, and into the bathroom.

The light in the bathroom was turned on, letting the sink come into focus on the right side with what appeared to be a shower in the distance. Frank moved to the left, again out of sight, and I listened to him relieve himself. After about 30 seconds, he stopped, appeared at the sink, and washed his hands while admiring himself in the mirror. Frank exposed his teeth, ran his hands over his face, and pushed back his hair.

Without any sound or warning, Beth appeared in the doorway and softly shut it. I could hear a click as she apparently locked it. Frank must have heard it to as he walked out of the bathroom and looked across at Beth.

"Is Ems down?"

Beth looked at him lovingly, blonde hair floating over her shoulders. She looked angelic with the soft light from the night stand shimmering off her pale face. She responded softly.

"She's out. I just hope she stays down."

Turning, Beth switched on what looked like a baby monitor on a long, short dresser to the left of the room. Frank walked right in front of the television again, moving softly over to Beth by the dresser. Beth was now admiring herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair, assessing how well she must have looked for the concert. Frank moved in behind her, gently putting his arms around her waist.

"I hope she stays down too. You look so good tonight. And no Tom."

Beth looked at him in the mirror, blue eyes wide and open. A subtle grin appeared as she tilted her head.

"Hm. Must be your lucky night."

Lucky night. It was going to be mine, not Franks. I was being given a behind the scenes, unbelievably personal view into the bedroom activities of a married couple. My ex wife, on top of that. I could not believe the opportunity was thrown into my lap. And then it hit me. I had to record it. To capture it. This was a once in a lifetime event. Like an old fashion gunslinger, I grabbed the remote, hit record, and resumed my voyeuristic activity in a matter of seconds.

Putting his head on her left shoulder, Frank gently kissed her ear. Beth did look good tonight. Her hair flowed like strands of soft gold. Her face was flushed and blemish free, with lips painted a deep ruby red. Beth's profile was a perfect hourglass, slightly larger at the top. I felt my erection throb just looking at her in the black dress as it hugged her body. Beth accepted the compliment without a word, knowing it to be true, standing proud with shoulders back. She ran her fingers through her hair, pretending to be unsatisfied.

"My hair is getting skunky. I might have to get it done."

Skunky, meaning streaked with faint dark lines around her roots. A term she often used when trying to find some fault with her appearance. It was a tame criticism, the only types she accepted when commenting about her shortcomings. Frank wasn't biting, moving his nose into her hair.

"It looks so nice. Everybody tonight wished they had your hair."

Franks hands were holding still around her waist, but his face pushed into the back of Beth's head, kissing her, burying himself in her silky lochs. Beth looked at herself, smiling at the compliment, knowing it to be true without having to hear anything from anyone else. Beth smiled wryly.

"Just my hair, huh?"

Franks face moved back onto her shoulder. He smiled, moving his hands down along the sides of her legs.

"Your legs too. They are so firm and sexy. The best looking legs in the place tonight."

Frank slid down so he could run his hands down to her ankles, moving around them, and then running up the back of her calves. I pushed down my boxers, becoming more excited and aroused as I watched the caressing and listened to the verbal foreplay. Frank ran his hands up the back inside of her dress, caressing Beth's thighs. Beth turned her head to look at her profile in the mirror, holding up her hair, letting Frank massage her legs under her dress.

"What else do you think they liked?"

Frank pushed his hands up the back of Beth's legs, forcing her dress to rise up. I tried to squeeze away the feelings of excitement, almost bursting as the white cheeks of Beth's ass were exposed, split by a black thong that disappeared between her legs. Frank pushed her dress up high, kissing her left butt cheek, while the front of her dress still hung low.


A Secret Revealed Pt. 01



"Oh...Elle. Everyone loves to look at your butt. It is so perfect."

Elle. I guess that was Franks pet name for Beth. Elizabeth. I felt like I was in on a secret. 

With a hand on either cheek, Frank massaged Beth's ass. His head blocked a good portion, but the voyeuristic activity was beyond any excitement I had ever felt. I moved my hand out of my boxers for fear of cuming on the spot. I loved my time with Beth's butt, her "bunnies" as she often referred to them. I wondered if she still did.

"Oh, you mean my bunnies? Is that all?"

I guess that answered that. I recognized the tone of her voice, the desire, the willingness to let the night be one of sex and exploration. One of the rare treats towards the end of our marriage. Husbands can instantly tell what their chances are by simple phrases and tones. I knew her tone well, despite being divorced from her. Beth was all in for a night of sex.

Frank let the dress drop. The brief reunion between Beth's ass and my eyes was over. But Frank was not letting me down. He gently stood up, running his hands along her sides. I stared with jealous eyes as his head resumed its perch on her shoulder and palms ran over the front of her chest. Beth locked eyes with him, feeling his hands begin to massage her swollen breasts. They moved in an unconstrained fashion, apparently having already been freed from her nursing bra.

"I forgot about my favorites."

Beth moved her hands up and behind her head, holding her chest high for Frank to enjoy. I couldn't remember such an offering when we were married and felt a brief annoyance. Frank let his hands slide up to the cleavage of her dress and slipped his fingers below the hem. His eyes were locked on his manipulations in the mirror. Beth's tongue slowly made an appearance out of her mouth, anticipating his next move. In a raspy voice, she spoke.

"What favorites?"

Franks response was quick.

"These."

With a simple and direct move, Frank pushed his hands down. Beth's tits sprung out in all of their pale white glory, hanging over her black dress, each with a giant areola colored a deep, dark brown. The same dark brown that I remembered from her anus. Frank moved his hands away, admiring the nudity of Beth's chest. Clearly, the chest of a mother, with hormonal nipples, engorged breasts, and a long tip extending out for suckling.

"Fuck, Beth." I yelled to nobody but myself.

All three of us just stared at her tits, hanging free. Nature's beauty in a girl becoming a mother could not be better expressed than in Beth's breasts. Sure, she had hips for giving birth. And yes, when pregnant, her belly was a frequent landing spot for semen. But, the transformation of her chest was undeniable. Beth knew it and nursed Tom well into his three's, in my opinion, because of this.

"You think people like looking at Mary and May?"

I sat up, moving closer to my screen. Beth might have dropped my last name, but her tits kept theirs. "Mary and May, can you come out to play?" My frequent question to the start of our night time activities. Beth was tilting her chest from side to side, watching her boobs sway in their exposed position.

"Every guy in the place wanted to pull down your dress and suck on them."

Frank was a lot more direct with his talk than I was during our marriage. Beth apparently liked the thrill, the idea that she was the center of attention. Being the first of two girls, and the more attractive, Beth was accustomed to being the center of attention. She lived for it.

"Maybe next time I'll nurse Ems and let them watch."

God damn Beth. Her nursing in public was a frequent source of discontent with me, never being comfortable with her unwillingness to be private about it. Many times she would be in the mall without a blanket, sit with her shirt up, and just let Tom nurse away. He would roll his head every now and then to see the world around him and Beth just let her breast lay fully exposed. Beth routinely called me insensitive to what it was like to be a woman, telling me it was perfectly acceptable. "Fucking get over it" was one of her more polite ways of putting it. I knew she did it for the thrill.

Frank was not at all bothered by her comment. He moved his hands up, feeling the firmness and weight of her breasts. His thumbs gently brushed the tips of her nipples, softly rolling them in his thumbs.

"There wouldn't be a soft cock in the place."

The mirror must have satisfied Beth that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, so to speak. She turned, tits swinging free, and put her face nose to nose with Frank. Her tongue darted out as she licked his lips.

"Is your cock soft?"

Beth pushed her hands into the crotch of Frank's pants. As she found out, there wasn't a soft cock in her room. Nor was there one in mine. Beth seemed to grab the hardness she found and leaned in, kissing Frank deep. Beth stroked him through his pants, clearly moving her tongue deep into his mouth. After a good ten seconds of deep kissing, Beth pulled away.

"God, you're hard. Mary and May must make you happy."

Frank moved his lips down her throat, kissing his way down to the top of her chest. He placed both hands around her right breast, holding it as his head backed away. His eyes inspected her 3 inch areola with the protruding nipple, red and raw from months of nursing. Without really answering her question, Frank seemed to be talking to himself.

"They are so fucking heavy."

Mouth open, he leaned forward and engulfed her nipple. It was a large, open mouth kiss that clearly involved his tongue rolling Beth's motherly erection in his mouth. Beth ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the feelings from his mouth. Frank's cheeks seemed to cave in and Beth suddenly backed away.

"No sucking. The milk is not for you."

Frank looked up sheepishly, realizing he had been caught doing something he had hoped to get away with. The pause was momentary, eyes still stuck on Beth as he leaned in and gave her nipple an apologetic kiss. Beth moved her body back to him, letting Frank kiss the stretched white skin all around her right nipple. Then, he moved to his left, repeating the pattern on her other tit. Beth cooed.

"That's it, gentle kisses." 

Frank lifted her mammary, kissing the fold underneath and letting the mass of flesh rest on his face. Beth sensed a change in focus and closed her eyes in anticipation. Lower frank moved, kissing the fabric of Beth's dress on her stomach. Lower he went, pushing his face in between her legs. Beth slouched and began to gather up the fabric of her dress.

Once again, a move that never occurred during our marriage. Beth was always a lie on her back and let me lick girl, never getting into any other position for oral sex. Another pang of jealousy raced through me and Beth's bleached white legs made more of an appearance, Beth letting her head fall back and mouth hang open. Frank moved back as Beth pulled up her dress and held it just below her fully exposed tits with the back now resting on her exposed ass.

Beth had beautifully curved hips that were accentuated by the lacey, black thong she was wearing. There was no mistaking the sexual appeal a woman with well-proportioned hips can generate. Beth had it. But, my eyes didn't lock onto this, or her ass, despite the erotic thrill both provided. Instead, my eyes were riveted to the massive bush that was springing out the front of her underwear.

I remembered well how full and hormonal Beth's pubic hair got when she was pregnant with Tom. But, it was still shocking to see such a personal and private feature on a woman. Part of the issue was the thong was narrow in front, clearly built for a woman who shaves. Beth did not seem to accept that she was not equally suitable for it, so she wore it anyways. I felt the tingle in my loins as I stared at her crotch, wondering if I could hold off from erupting.

Frank put his hands on the side of Beth's hips and pulled down her underwear without any foreplay or warning. The fullness of Beth's pussy hair was only briefly on display as she stood in her room, but it was more than I thought I would ever see again. Unknowingly on display for her ex-husband, Frank leaned in and let me watch him lick her pussy.

"Oh... God..." Beth let the words burst from her mouth.

Beth's underwear hung inches below her ass. Frank kept his face pressed hard into her pubic bone as Beth let her tongue fold over her lower lip and began to hump his face. Beth's tits began to sway as her body moved rhythmically, eyes closed, hands still bunched under her chest. Frank's arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, gripping her butt cheeks. I stared into the mirror as he instinctively pulled her butt open and wide, grabbing the lower portion of each check.

Beth's asshole could not be missed. I don't doubt that if Beth knew her ex-husband was looking at her in the mirror, watching as her butt was spread open and wide, that she would not have tolerated the grip Frank had on her. But, she didn't know. And because of this, Beth fucked his face unconcerned that my eyes were frantically trying to zoom in on my favorite part of her anatomy.

Favorite as it may have been, it was definitely off limits in our years of marriage. It wasn't for lack of trying on my part, it was for lack of interest on Beth's. Occasionally, if she was on her period, she would let me rub it while I masturbated next to her. But never, other than the rare touching, did her asshole come into play.

I jerked myself harder, staring at her butt. I wanted the fingers holding it open to be mine once more, slowly moving their way to the stained skin that surrounded her poop hole. The rough hairs that guarded its entrance. The crinkled center that Beth said was "for pooping." Once again, I stopped my rubbings, sensing the eruption that was desperate for release. 

Frank pulled back and we both stared at the wet pubic hairs matted to Beth's body. The folds of her vagina could be seen behind the forest having been freshly licked. Her clit was pink and standing proud, ready for more attention. Beth looked down at his face, clearly wondering why he paused. Frank looked up, hopeful.

"Let me lick you from behind."

Beth thought for a moment, looking at him between her two hanging tits. Her hands slid down to her bush. Her middle finger began to make gentle circles over her clit.

"But Betsy still wants some loving..."

The name of given to her pussy, well before I had met her. Frank watched as Beth slowly played with herself.

"I'll lick and you love."

Beth had closed her eyes, having clearly found her pleasure zone that Frank had left. Frank moved his hands up the back of her thighs to her butt. This seemed to break Beth's spell.

"So you want some bunny time?"

Frank smiled, realizing from her response that his request was going to be granted.

"Just a little bunny time."

Beth reached down and lifted the dress off her head. Both Frank and I looked at her nakedness, the smoothness of her stomach, and the milky soft appearance of her skin. With women like Beth, there was no doubt the human race would reproduce. The stark contrast to a fully clothed husband made her submission so much more erotic. Coyly, Beth turned her body and tilted her back towards Frank. Her pale ass was being presented to him for his pleasure.

"Do you mean these bunnies?"

I stared at the dimples at the bottom of her back. The ones I so desperately wanted to see at the concert. The soft globes of bleached flesh with underwear pulled down and hanging mid-thigh. The blue eyes in Beth's face as she looked over her shoulder in a twisted manner towards Frank. Frank paid no attention to her, staring with me at the beauty of her butt.

"Yea... these bunnies."

Frank's leaned forward and gently kissed the middle of her left butt cheek.

"Are these the bunnies that people like to stare at?"

God damn, I knew I wanted to stare. I wanted to fuck them so bad. I wanted to bend her over and just watch her asshole open. I don't doubt for a second that Frank wanted the same thing. He moved his hands up, pushing into her ass, opening it to his leering eyes. Beth let herself be spread open and inspected, even though it was her asshole. She never minded looking, just never touching.

"Jesus, Elle. Every guy you know wishes they could look at your asshole."

Beth was now resting her hands on the dresser, bending forward. She adjusted her legs slightly, spreading them, forcing her ass up in the air with her face in the mirror looking directly at Frank. Beth was turned on in a way I never thought possible. She liked hearing people wanted to look at her. Explore her. Fuck, did I miss the signals in our marriage? Did Beth change? I was shocked at what I was seeing. What I was hearing.

"You mean my bunny hole?"

Frank massaged Beth with his thumbs pushing into the soft lower flesh of her ass, opening her bunny hole without touching it. After a brief massage, he lowered his hands and just stared, moving his face closer.

"It's so hot..."

Keeping herself bent over, Beth lifted her hands off the dresser and moved them to the back of her ass. Like the hundreds of cam girls across the globe, and in a way, Beth being a cam girl tonight, she put her hands on her butt cheeks and spread herself open.

"Do you mean this hole?"

Beth let her index finger roam over the puckered opening. I looked at her face, needing to verify it was the same woman I was married to. Her nostrils were flared. Her teeth were becoming exposed. Her eyes seemed glaze. Frank was too busy focusing on the spread butt cheeks in front of him to answer. Beth's pussy hung in between her legs, swollen and separated from the pressure. Beth didn't wait for a response.

"Is it dirty?"

Frank leaned in close, just inches from her ass and stared at the bulging anus before him. It was almost breathing, like the mouth of a fish, gasping for air. His response was short and dry.

"No."

Beth didn't hesitate.

"Then lick it."

I stopped all movements when I heard the words. As I watched Beth lean over and spread open her ass, Frank slipped forward with his tongue hanging out and placed it on my ex-wife's asshole. Her poop hole. Her bunny hole. Beth's body seemed to jolt with the contact and then went rigid.

"Oh, fuck, Frank...around the edge..."

Beth was always the boss when it came to licking her pussy. But, licking her asshole was nothing I had ever experienced. Her tone was exactly the same, desperate to find that certain feeling. Clearly, Beth had found new ways to find that feeling with the same bossy approach.

"Jesus...find the bunny in my hole..."

Beth's left fingers moved in towards Franks probing tongue while her right hand moved back to the front and instantly slipped between her legs. Frank pushed his face between her ass cheeks, clearly licking away at her asshole while Beth guided him with her probing digits.

"Right here, Frank...there's a bunny in this hole..."

It almost looked like Beth was fingering her asshole while Frank licked around her finger. It wasn't a deep probing, and my mind could have been imagining it. But Beth was at least rubbing her anus. Satisfied Frank was on the right track, Beth took her left hand and propped herself on the dresser while she picked up her pace masturbating.

"Oh, yea, keep looking..."

Sure, we had lied next to each other in bed, playing with ourselves. We often had contests on who could come first. I always enjoyed the inspection process to verify that an orgasm actually took place. Beth would suck the sperm off of me wherever it landed, and I would check Beth for how swollen her clit was and wet her folds were. But never did she stand up in front of me and masturbate, let alone while I licked her asshole.

"Oh...Frank... I didn't wear underwear... to yoga this week..."

Frank was unresponsive. Clearly, this was a routine of theirs that they had grown into. He knew his job, and nothing Beth said or did was going to distract him. Beth was getting herself off and Frank knew to leave well enough alone. I don't know where this woman came from. Faster her hands moved, almost in rhythm to my masturbations.

"I was in the front... Oh...god..."

I could sense Beth getting close. I was getting close. My eyes bounced from swinging tits, to spread ass, to Beth's grimacing face. The words from her mouth kept flowing.

"I bent over...oh...in my white...god...for the whole class...ugh..."

I don't know if she was fantasizing or telling the truth. I didn't know if she even went to yoga class. But, it certainly came across as the truth. Her eyes opened and she stared at herself, puffing out her lips. Her breathing was coming in spurts as she was clearly holding it, building up for her orgasm.

"I want to pull down...oh my god...let them look at...oh...my bunny hole."

I couldn't hold back any longer. As Beth described her yoga fantasy, with her husband licking her asshole, I exploded all over my stomach, lurching on my bed as I watched.

"Oh, fuck Beth... You fuck... Fuck!"

I yelled at her for never letting me explore her like she did Frank. For not letting me in on her secret desires. Her passions. I yelled in ecstasy for the privilege of seeing her naked one more time. But mostly I yelled because I was mad at myself for not figuring her out. She slipped through my fingers, and now, her ass was in someone else's face. As I came in my regret, Beth pushed on.

"Jesus, Frank... push it in... I'm close..."

Frank seemed to grip hard on Beth's hips and his face sunk further into her butt. I wondered how far his tongue was traveling into her rectum. What she tasted like. The texture. The excitement. With a flurry of excitement, Beth's body suddenly began to convulse.

"Oh my god...you found the bunny...oh my god..."

Beth looked like she was having a small seizure standing up. Her tits flopped violently at the excessive movement. She leaned forward on the dresser, letting her body rest on it as her legs became wobbly. Frank kept up his licking, now seeming to change his focus to her pussy as he moved his head lower.

"Oh Jesus... Yea...the bunny...big bunny...oh...big bunny."

It wasn't long before Beth had settled down. Frank stood up and leaned forward, lovingly spooning her naked form in his fully clothed body. I lay on my bed, spent from the session. It had only been about twenty minutes, but it seemed like an eternity of bliss. Beth turned her head to kiss him, paying no attention to the anal taste his mouth must have had. After their brief kiss, frank stood up.

"Was it a good one?"

He knew it was, but just like to hear the confirmation.

"Oh my god, one of the best. You found my little rabbit."

I smiled at the metaphor. Here rabbit. Her orgasm, triggered by her asshole. Her bunny hole. Beth stood up slowly, pushing down her panties that still clung to her thighs. Her heavy bush was now sodden against her skin. Her chest seemed even larger than before, swollen from sexual energy. Beth slid over the bed, collapsing on it.

"It didn't take long tonight."

Frank gave her a teasing grin. I could sympathize as Beth sometimes took 30 minutes to cum when licking her pussy. I guess she found new ways to speed up the process. I was beside myself with envy and disappointment.

"God, get the fuck out of your clothes while I recover."

In all of the excitement, I forgot about poor Frank.

Poor Frank, stuck licking his wife's asshole for her pleasure and the pleasure of her ex-husband. Life was tough. I couldn't imagine that she had any energy for him. But, I did remember that she always came first in our marriage, and would then perform for me. So, all hope wasn't lost yet for poor frank.

"God, you look so sexy on the bed, naked."

Frank was pulling off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and opening up his pants. I never imagined it could happen to me, but I found I was getting slightly aroused again by watching a man undress. Not that I wanted to see him naked, but I knew what it would lead to. Watching two people have sex, in their own bedroom, without them knowing. In Hi Definition, no less.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 01



In a matter of moments, Frank was standing before us with a raging boner. I must say, he was at least an inch longer than me, which perhaps could explain for Beth's new sexual passion. Or, maybe age was catching up with Beth and she realized that her time for being sexy was quickly drawing to an end. Whatever the reason, when Beth saw her husband stand before him, naked, she began to find her energy.

"Why don't you get on the bed so I can suck Normy."

I don't know if it was a name, a reference to its size, or what "Normy" stood for. Frank knew exactly what it stood for. It stood for Beth and her pouty lips. The lips of an upper middle class mother and wife who took her responsibilities of giving her husband a blow job seriously. Frank lay down in the center of the bed and Beth didn't hesitate to get on her knees, lean over his penis with boobs like weights, and slip his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, that feels so good Elle..."

Frank was being rewarded for his efforts. I wish I could say I was being given the same treatment. I watched the right profile of Beth's face as she bobbed her head up and down, letting Normy slide into her mouth over the rough texture of the tongue resting on her lower lips. Her cheeks bulged in and out from the pressure. Beth's tits were squashed against her bent knees in harmonious rhythm to her bobbing head.

Beth flipped her hair over her right shoulder, suddenly blocking much of my view. Frank, however, was rewarded with a tilted head and deep blue eyes staring right at him. Beth opened her mouth and let him watch as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Then, she paused and looked up at him from his glistening erection.

"Do you want me to keep sucking you or start fucking you?" She really seemed to emphasize the fucking.

"Just a little longer." I would have responded just the same.

Up to this point, I really could not have asked for a better night. Beth had given me an orgasm that I never thought possible. I'm sure she never thought it was ever something she would involve herself in again. Watching her masturbate was beyond my wildest dream. But, as she moved to continue her sucking of her husband, she moved herself to the standard position - between his legs. And as a result, at least a quarter of my screen was filled with her white ass pointing right back at me.

It was as though Beth was presenting it to me, as she did through the many years of our marriage. The same blonde head lay before me, with the arched back accentuated by the stretched dimples above each butt cheek. Her pale globes swelled out to the sides from the pressure of her bending over. The folds of her vagina flared out in a deep red, having just been flooded with blood. None of that captured my attention, though, like her pulsing anus surrounded by the ring of anal hair I remembered so well.

Her butthole still glistened from the recent licking. I stared at the center, trying to force open the small pink flesh that was peaking out of her rectum. Beth's body was moving up and down, and in harmony, her asshole seemed to open and close. It was like Beth was about to poop, but then decided not to and squeezed her butt shut. I stood up and walked to my television, licking the center of her ass.

Beth just kept bobbing up and down letting me kick her asshole. I imagined the smell, the taste, the texture. I pushed my hands down to my penis, now eager for a return to service. As my tongue pushed into her asshole, I began to jerk off again.

"Oh, honey, fuck me..."

I didn't say the words, but I certainly wanted the same thing. Moving back from the television, I watched as Beth climbed on top of her husband and held his cock in her hand. Then, with skillful precision, she lifted her hips, held his erection, and pushed it into her folds.

"Fuck... Elle... Your so wet..."

I've seen more than my fair share of porn, but never did anything so erotic come across my screen that led to a second orgasm. Tonight was beyond porn. It was ex-wife sex. It was probably less common than incest. I began to masturbate to Beth and Frank fucking.

Beth was leaning into Frank, kissing him deeply. I never wanted a kiss after a blowjob, but Frank apparently didn't mind. Another blemish on my record apparently. Franks hands moved around and grabbed Beth's ass, once again spreading her butt cheeks wide. Skin from inside Beth's vagina was dragging in and out with Franks thrusts. Fingers were gripping closer and closer to the crack of Beth's butt, pulling her poop hole open. I was almost looking into her rectum and thought I might see poop. Suddenly, a finger slipped over her asshole, pushing.

"Oh...Elle...it's so tight..."

Frank began a double penetration of Beth, gently probing her asshole with the tip of his finger while his dick slid in and out of her pussy. Instead of the instant protest I always received, Frank was welcomed with a deep kiss.

"It feels good..."

A slight shift in Frank causes his penis to suddenly flop out of Beth's flared vagina. His erection glistened beneath her spread, white ass. Frank softly removed his finger from her butt and Beth's anus clamped shut. Frank grabbed his penis, slid it over Beth's pussy, and slowly pushed it into her asshole. Beth instantly sat up, clearly not wanting the invasion. Her butt cheeks squished together as she sat still, looking down at Frank.

"I don't think so, mister."

The sex had stopped almost as quickly as it had started. Apparently, not everything I knew about Beth had changed. I could tell Frank was a little put off.

"What's the difference?" I must say, I did agree with him.

"You know the difference. I've told you before."

"Just once?" Frank pleaded.

Beth leaned forward and her ass spread open again. Frank's penis was buried deep in her pussy from the pressure.

"Oh, poor baby, didn't get enough bunny time?"

Beth kissed him with a tenderness that, again, was something I didn't recognize. Frank wasn't quite responding how she had hoped and her voice spoke again softly.

"How about we do this."

Beth slipped off of Frank and his penis flopped onto his stomach. Beth swung her legs around and turned to face the camera. Beth got on her knees, positioned her hands at the foot of the bed, and looked over her shoulder. Frank was clearly turned on with the spread ass pointing right at his face.

"Oooohhh... Ellllllle..."

It was clearly a response of approval. But, Frank didn't position himself behind her for penetration. Instead, he stayed on his knees, gently playing with himself. I don't know if he was looking at Beth's large tits, hanging down. The swollen pussy his cock had just left. The slippery asshole he just tried to finger. Over maybe it was just the overall scene of his wife bending over like a dog on his bed. 

"Betsy's waiting..." Beth looked at him with a titled head, smiling.

I didn't remember any looks at her ass in the bright lights of the bedroom. Just the soft candle light was all I got. It was clear that I had missed Beth's sexual revolution. Or, maybe I was the cause of it. Who knows. All I did know was that Frank was enjoying his show. And, it was his turn to talk himself into an orgasmic bliss.

"Did you really do that in yoga?"

Frank had begun to masturbate to the vision before him. Beth turned her head away and looked at the television, eyes open. Her gaze wasn't directly at me, but scene of her looking almost at me, butt in the air, increased my own masturbating pace. She smiled, and it was either the smile of a woman with a dirty secret, or a dirty desire.

"Maybe..."

Frank seemed turned on by the imagery with his eyes burned onto Beth's open ass. His tongue licked his dry lips.

"The sheer white..."

Beth eyes gleamed at the admission that was slowly being laid out to her husband.

"Do you want the truth?"

Frank was not hesitant. Lust was in his voice. Beth knew he wanted to know her naughty behavior in public. Or maybe it was just a naught fantasy.

"Yea."

Beth closed her eyes, remembering the scene in her mind. She wiggled her butt.

"It was just the instructor... and me..."

Frank didn't respond. He was moving his face closer to his wife's ass, watching it wiggle.

"I bent over form him... like this"

Beth squeezed her butt cheeks, tightened her legs, and moved her body forward in some type of worm yoga move. Then, she pushed her ass high and back towards Frank, and then lay back onto her chest, pausing.

"And then..."

Beth ran her hands across her butt, towards the top, and made a pulling down motion to the bottom of her ass.

"I let him look..."

Beth wiggled her butt, simulating the exposure. Frank was ready to finish. He held his cock in his hands and moved towards Beth.

"Jesus... Elle... You're so hot..."

Beth sensed the penetration and got back on her hands and knees. Lifting her head, Beth closed her eyes. As Frank slipped inside of her wet pussy, I watched the face of a woman being penetrated, by her husband. Lips pursing, tongue flickering, and eyes squinting. I was watching Beth feel a penis slip into her birth canal. A soft sigh passed through her lips.

"Uuhhh..."

Frank leaned forward over her body, holding on to the top of her shoulders. His pace became deliberate and somewhat forceful. His hands moved under her body, grabbing her tits like bike handles.

"Oh...God...this feels good honey..."

Beth opened her eyes, looking for something to focus on, enjoying the feeling of her husband sliding inside of her. The feeling of arousing him with her story. Suddenly, her eyes found the camera lens from the T.V. and let that her focal point. We were essentially staring eye to eye.

"I love feeling your dick in me..."

It was almost like she was talking to me. I looked at the sex in her eyes, wild with passion and lust.

"Oh...look at my ass...fuck me..."

Frank leaned back, letting go of her tits. With one hand on either butt cheek, his pace quickened as his eyes stared at her ass. His grunts made it clear he was close. I stared Beth in her deep blue eyes, once again masturbating feverishly. 

"Look at my asshole...I pulled down my yoga pants for you..."

Frank was closing his eyes, no longer focused on Beth's asshole. Beth kept on going, feeling Frank bulge in her pussy.

"Oh...fuck...Ken... Jerk off on my ass..."

I could only guess that Ken was her instructor. Our eyes seemed to lock one more time, Beth feeding her husband's frenzy. Then, with a final burst of energy, Beth seemed to stand up on her knees, reached around, and spread open her butt.

"Do it, Ken... cum on me... cum on my yoga ass..."

With a final thrust, Frank reach around, grabbed Beth's tits, and squeezed. Beth let a little chirp and the unexpected pain as her swollen boobs were crushed. A fine spray of milk streamed out of her left tit. I don't think either of them noticed, but I did, lurching on my bed in the process, once again cumming on my stomach. My eyes went slightly out of focus as I watched Beth fall back onto Frank, listening to him speak.

"Holy shit, that was fucking incredible."

Beth was slowly moving her ass around, letting Frank softly settle down insider of her manipulations. Her naked body faced me and I could see the love and passion settle over her. When she felt Frank finally deflate, she turned over and lay on top of him. Frank was clearly spent, eyes closed. Beth pulled down the comforter, now a mess from their activity, and covered him up.

Her naked body slipped out of bed towards the bathroom. After a moment on the toilet, where she did who knows what, Beth reappeared and turned off the lights. The show was officially over. For some instinctive reason, I found the remote and stopped the recording. Thirty-five minutes. It seemed like hours.

I could hear the rustling and some quiet words as I lay naked, spread eagle on my bed. Frank was apparently not out yet.

"That was quite the yoga story."

I could hear Beth chuckle softly.

"I thought you might like it."

Frank paused.

"Did...uh..."

Beth stopped him before he finished.

"Of course not."

Frank sighed and settled back into the covers. After a brief silence, I heard a bit more night time organization. Beth spoke softly.

"Can I turn on the T.V.?"



A Secret Revealed Pt. 02: Secret Delayed



A Secret Delayed

"Can I turn on the TV?"

The words echoed across my room like an exploding bomb. I had just watched my ex-wife enjoy thirty-five minutes of locked door, in the bedroom, sexual private time with her husband Frank. Through no fault of my own, my son Tom had left the camera on but TV off after a quick Skype call when he was looking for his shoes. Perhaps if his mom wasn't such a pain in the ass, he wouldn't have felt rushed or too scared to let her know he couldn't find them.

When her TV turned on, she was going to see her ex-husband, naked, spread out on his bed with a limp penis that miraculously came two times during the voyeuristic activities. The butt play. The masturbation. The role play. Scenes I never got to experience when I was married to Beth, but scenes I enjoyed more than any porn show I had ever watched. I looked around for the remote, wondering if I could shut down the call before she turned on her TV, her husband slowly passing out next to her from his recent orgasm.

"Don't. I have to get up early for swimming lessons." Frank moaned next to her.

I froze, watching the screen, unable to penetrate any activity in the darkness of Beth's bedroom. Beth's questions generally were not asked for permission, they were more rhetorical statements, letting people know what she was going to do. At least, that was my experience when she asked if she could turn the TV on. I heard some rustling of covers.

"Oh...does poor daddy have to get up after sleeping for 8 hours?" 

Beth was teasing, but making a point apparently about having to get up at night to nurse their daughter Emma, slightly passed one year old. As Beth was still not working, having decided she was not ready to practice Speech Pathology again at her grade school, Frank wasn't buying it. The frequent baby sitters and cleaning ladies didn't help either.

"You've got your naps. I get my 8."

This was probably not a good tactic with Beth. She did not like to be reminded that her day really consisted of taking care of the kids, naps, and making sure the cleaning lady did her job right the first time. But, to my surprise, Beth gave in. Based on the work she put in while masturbating in front of the mirror, I guessed she was equally ready for bed. I was spared discovery.

I lay back and thought about what I should do. I successfully DVRed my ex wife letting her husband have some "bunny time" and ending with some yoga role play with Beth on her hands and knees. It was going to be a treasure for life. I could end the perpetual Skype call, turn the TV off, and be happy.

On the other hand.

Just knowing that I was spying on Beth, the woman who called the police on me during our divorce, the woman who would pick up Tom from day care on my days before I could arrive, the woman who was only able to function while on a steady dose of Prozac, was very intoxicating. I rolled over, turned off the light, and the three of us drifted off to sleep with the TV on.

It seemed like the moment I shut my eyes, a soft crying could be heard. I bolted up, wondering what could possibly be in my house. Instantly, I realized it was from the TV. Emma was up and ready for a feeding. I almost felt like it was my responsibility to go and get her for Beth. I glanced at my clock. It was 4:30am. I figured we all fell asleep just past 10pm, so really, Frank was right. Beth didn't have it that rough.

I stared at the darkness and wondered what their strategy was. With Tom, I had to get him, make sure he was changed, and then bring him to Beth. However, as I listened, I didn't hear any talking or requests from Beth. Covers rustled, the monitor was magically turned off, and then I heard the door open. For 20 minutes, nothing happened.

Then, as quietly as she left, I heard Beth close the door and return to bed. There was no drama, no bickering, and no resentment. I lay back, wondering why it was so difficult for Beth and me. Were we just young and stubborn? Did I expect too much, or did she learn that she had expected too much? I slowly drifted back to bed struggling with the new attitude that Beth displayed, both sexually and as a wife.

My eyes popped open, waking instantly from a dreamless sleep. I quickly looked at the clock, knowing that I had slept longer than I wanted. It was 9:30am and my eyes flashed towards the TV, wondering if I missed Beth's morning wakeup. Apparently, the activities from last night, plus the early morning feeding, did me in. And I failed to set an alarm.

My body washed over with relief as I saw Beth lying alone in bed. Frank had slipped out and I guessed on his way to the pool. It must have been her rustling or waking process that woke me. I could see her legs moving around under the covers. Then her arms, moving up to her pillow as she lay on her stomach. A mass of blonde hair covered her pillow. I found my remote, hit record, and watched.

10 minutes I watched, lying in bed, naked and erect. I rubbed myself slowly, enjoying the ability to watch the beautiful woman who lay before me in bed. Unaware. It wouldn't have mattered who it was, but knowing it was my ex-wife made it all the more provocative. Her anger and hatred towards me made it all the more rewarding. Beth didn't stir.

I stared at the screen for another 30 minutes. It was approaching 10am and I knew that I could be watching for hours. Beth had always been a sleeper, even in college. I sometimes attended classes for her as a reward for special "explore" time, as she would call it. It wasn't much more than her letting me looking inside her vagina and marvel at her cervix. She would always giggle when she teased me by squeezing shut her vagina.

There would be no giggling now, though, if she caught me just looking at her in bed. My mind imagined the responses, the accusations, the threats. There was an occasion in our marriage where she cut the cord on my computer, tired of the time I was spending on it. I imagine she would cut my head off, hell, both of my heads, if she found out what I was doing.

It was approaching 10:30 when her next bit of movement woke me from my daze. I blankly stared at the TV. Her head had popped up and an arm extended to the night stand to grab her phone. Her body deep under the covers, Beth let out a sigh as she leaned on her elbows. She looked at her screen, and after a few swipes and taps, she put her head back on her pillow and rested.

After a moment, her phone chirped and indicated she had some message. Rolling over, Beth slowly sat up against the pillows, dragging the comforter with her. She smiled at her screen, apparently happy with the message. Her face, even with the makeup faded and lips back to their natural color, was angelic in the morning light. Magically, her hair had maintained the straight and golden flow as it draped around her

Beth touched her screen, sat up, and placed the phone to her ear. Her hands had left the comforter and it hung magically above her chest. Her slender neck, pale shoulders, and just a small hint of cleavage was all I could see. Beth licked her lips and coughed as she prepared to speak.

"Hey honey."

Apparently she was calling Frank, as I expected.

"Yea, I just got up. How's swimming?"

I remember the lessons well. For the first hour, I would swim with Tom. Then, for the second, the kids would float around the pool and get in and out as they pleased as the parents watched.

"Yea, I got the picture. She looks like quite the water lilly."

Ah, the Water Lilly program. It brought back memories. They had the usual banter back and forth, but all I could focus on was the comforter. Beth would talk, adjust herself, and the blanket would fall an inch. At bit more cleavage, another adjustment, and even more exposure. It got to the point where at least half of her breasts were now being displayed as she sat up, unconcerned with any sort of discretion as she sat alone in her room. The conversation had moved on from the lilies.

"How long are you going to be at your parents?"

Franks parents lived about 30 minutes away, and apparently, Saturday was to be a day Emma got to spend with her grandparents.

"That's fine. I can use the break. Just get back for dinner, OK?"

It looked like the comforter was being held up by Beth's long, extended nipples. The stretched white skin of her nursing boobs was almost fully exposed. I started to massage my erection with a purpose, grabbing some lotion from the night stand drawer. I was a little raw from the night before.

"Maybe. You had a lot of bunny time last night."

Frank was clearly trying to plant the seed for another night of sexual exploration with Beth. I wondered if I would be able to get another show. Beth smiled and looked down. She pushed the comforter off of her chest and looked at her breasts, now completely exposed. Her large, dark areolas stood out like a beacon in the night against her pale skin. 

"Mary and May are fine. I'll just pump some milk today."

Mary and May were more than just fine, they were beginning to swell from approximately 6 hours of milk storage. After 8 hours of not nursing, Beth would always be ready to explode. Clearly, her physiology had not changed in terms of milk production. My erection swelled as I ogled the biology that made Beth, that made Elizabeth, a mother. Her chest was intoxicating.

"Oh, you would, huh?"

Beth giggled, talking into the phone. After a bit of husband and wife banter, she ended the call.

"Love you to."

"How sweet." I thought to myself. But, as I watched, Beth held out her phone and pushed out her chest. Her free hand lifted a breast, almost presenting it to the camera as a gift. Posing erotically, she smiled like a teenager taking their year book picture. With a flash, the image was recorded for the cloud. Beth brought the phone down and seemed to type out a message. With a final tap, Beth sent her topless photo on its way. "How fucking hot!"

Christ. Our marriage was never a part of the digital revolution. Flip phones without camera's was the rage, and now, it seemed like Beth had adapted to the new popular belief that the roll of a good wife was to keep her husband satisfied with erotic pictures and texts. I would have loved to get a hold of Frank's phone and paged through his gallery. I imagined there were quite a few bunny shots as well.

Beth rolled out of bed towards the bathroom and I was presented her bleached white, soft and round ass. I almost wanted to thank her out loud. It was a one second view of an ass that I would recognize anywhere. A definite heart shape and roundness that was not fat, but merely the bottom of a woman with curves that accentuated her splendor. The dimples at the base of her back were beauty marks that made her exposure all of the more exciting.

As quick as she was out of bed, she entered the bathroom, disappeared to the left, and was out of site. I could see a sink to the right and a shower reflected in a mirror. Apparently she was using the toilet, out of my sight, or rather, the camera's. I listened to an intense stream in the distance as she urinated. Then, for several minutes, there was nothing. 

I began to wonder if there was another door out of the bathroom. My erection was beginning to fade, sensing disappointment. I was about to pause the recording when I heard the distinct flush of the toilet and the seat drop down. Beth apparently just needed some time to finish whatever she was doing.

In all of her naked glory, with her dark and heavy bush providing a geometrical balance to the large and dark nipples on her chest, Beth appeared. She had her phone held up to her face as she walked into the room from the bathroom. Her breasts swayed gently, clearly out of proportion to the rest of her curves. She disappeared from sight to the right and I heard a door open. After a moment, she walked right in front of the camera wearing a robe, moved to the hallway at the back left of the room, and disappeared as quickly as she appeared.

I'm not sure what I thought would happen. I guess I had hoped she would just lie down on the bed in front of me and spend the next two hours playing with herself. To open up her night stand, bring out a giant fake penis, and probe herself before my ogling eyes. Obviously, I had been watching too many movies online. What I was watching was life, and as they say, life is not like the moves.

I figured I'd let the TV keep recording as I zipped downstairs to grab some coffee and orange juice. I half expected to find Beth in the kitchen, standing in her robe, and getting breakfast ready for the two of us. The kitchen was quiet, as was the world outside. I grabbed what I could as quickly as I could and headed back upstairs.

Nothing indicated that I had missed anything. I rarely spent my day zipping around the house naked like Meg Ryan. Being able to watch your ex-wife, nude, in her own house, changes the daily routine, I suppose. I would have run naked outside, if necessary. I leaned back in bed, coffee in hand, and waited.

Beth was not a big morning eater and it didn't take long for her to return. I may have watched her giver her husband a blow job the night before. I may have watched her bend over and let him lick her asshole. But it was like I was watching her for the first time as she entered. The small, pink robe that ended between her hips and knees was as sexy as any underwear I may have seen her in. Not because of what it revealed, but because of the personal and private appearance it generated. It was not something Beth wore for people other than herself.

Stopping in front of her dresser to the left, Beth leaned forward and stretched out her face, wiping away any sleep that might have been left over. She opened and closed her mouth, smiling, looking at her teeth. She began to rub her nose, using two fingers to softly pinch the center and clear away any material. Then, wiping her hands on the side of her robe, Beth looked at her phone.

Slightly coughing to clear her throat, Beth swallowed, puckered her lips, and looked in the mirror. She smiled coyly at herself. Holding the phone to her ear, she waited. Suddenly, her eyes lit up with a strange, secretive appearance.

"Well, hello Bikram Yoga. This is Elizabeth."

She giggled softly as she said it. I could instantly tell that she was being mischievous. While her right hand held the phone to her ear, her left hand slipped down and untied her robe. With a soft movement of her shoulders, Beth let it slip and fall to the ground. She stood proud, in all of her nakedness, and talked.

"Well, hey yourself. Are we still on for 12?"

Beth moved her left hand up to her breast and turned sideways, lifting it, admiring her profile. My eyes darted from the pale ass she was showing me to the self-molestation Beth was performing while talking on the phone. Apparently she was getting off on talking to someone while she was naked. I wondered if it there was more to it. I found some more lotion and began to molest myself also.

"The usual. My legs. And my butt."

Her "butt"? That is not a word used by a woman in common conversation. It almost sounded like phone sex. Beth turned her back to the mirror as she said the word, looking at her ass, squeezing it, admiring it, running her hand over it. Her tongue curled up to her top lip, listening intently. Smiling, Beth turned to face the mirror again.

"I might have some."

Beth bounced her right tit, feeling its mass, watching it in the mirror. She repeated the process with the left.

"Oooh...They seem pretty full."

Holy shit. Beth's little verbal exchange last night with Frank was more than just role-play. There was no way she would tolerate a conversation like this with anyone unless she was sexually involved with them. She was clearly fooling around and Frank was oblivious.

"Alright, I'll bring the coffee...and milk."

With that, Beth hung up, clearly turned on. Her right hand put down the phone and immediately went to her pussy. For a quick two seconds she rubbed her clit, looking deep into her own eyes. The phone call apparently riled her up, but she quickly stopped, apparently not really intent on trying to make herself cum. It was just a quick jolt to her system. A warning shot, telling the crew to get ready for action.

With a quick shiver, Beth turned and walked right towards me. I watched her tits bounce on by, engorged with milk, and then her ass walked away into the bathroom. Past the mirror and the sink, her reflection came into view and Beth reached in and started the shower. My penis knew that a show was hopefully about to begin.

Beth returned to the sink and found her toothbrush and toothpaste. It was almost comical to watch her ass and chest jiggle to the forceful brushing. The bending over, tits briefly swinging as she spit. Her chest being thrust forward as she filled her mouth with water and gargled. The violent swing of her boobs again as she leaned forward to spit. Everything about her simple, daily routine turned into an electric, voyeuristic display. Even her bush, standing out two inches from her waste was undeniably erotic. 

Beth walked back to the shower and slipped in. I was crushed to see that the glass provided a very generic figure of a woman adjusting the temperature, standing under the water and starting to let her body relax from the warmth. Sure, I knew it was Beth. And obviously she was naked. But, the distance and blur eliminated a big part of the thrill.

I could only imagine the water falling over her breasts, dripping onto the tile from her hard nipples. The matted bush, now lying flat against her pubic bone. I could vaguely see her hands washing over her body, moving to her butt, probably trying to clean away any dirt in the dense hairs around her anus. She seemed to squat for some time, probably cleaning her vagina, letting last night's sperm drip out from her. As she stayed in the position for quite some time, it was pretty obvious Beth was cleaning herself for a probable sexual romp with the yoga teacher.

After some apparent scrubbing of the hair and rinsing of the body, Beth seemed to just stand still in the shower. What could she possibly be thinking of? The previous night? Her husband? The imminent encounter? Or, was she thinking of nothing, unconcerned with the world around her as she cleaned her body and mind. I was at a total loss.

The water stopped and brought my mind out of its wondering trance. The shower door opened and Beth stood tall, pushing the wet hair back from her head and letting the water drip from it. Her chest glistened from the moisture, nipples soft and puffy from the warmth. The hair from her bush hung low between her legs, dripping dry. I wished for nothing more than to be lying under her, catching the small droplets with my mouth.

And then I looked again at her bush, realizing that there was much less of it. Shockingly less of it. What was once a full, unshaven V, now seemed to be a slender two inch strip of hair that had a round appearance to the top. It was a classic landing strip, no longer having the hormonal, middle aged woman look to it. It seemed to take 10 years off of Beth's appearance, if that was at all possible.

Grabbing a towel, Beth walked in front of the bathroom mirror and began to dry herself. She bent over, running the towel through her hair as it draped down in front of her. It looked like her mammary glands should be hooked up to a machine to process her milk. It was oddly erotic, thinking of Beth on all fours, hooked to a machine, being sucked dry.

Standing, Beth turned and pushed the towel deep into her butt, aggressively wiping and drying. She pulled it out, inspecting the towel for stains, and then repeated the process. When she was satisfied she was clean and dry, she dropped the towel into a hamper and grabbed a hair dryer on the counter.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 03: Secret Observed



My ex wife and I lay in our respective beds, each wiped out from masturbating. Beth, alone in her room, spent a little too long primping for her affair with a yoga instructor, feeling the immediate urge to pleasure herself. I, alone in my room, watching Beth secretly on my television thanks to a forgotten Skype call. 

I stared in post orgasmic bliss at her white butt in front of me as she lay on her stomach, recovering. I enjoyed my own post orgasmic bliss with eyes half open, still wishing I could walk through my television. With the camera on, my son had turned off a hurried request for his shoes. But, he did not shut down the internet connection. The impatience Beth always showed towards Tom and his forgetfulness had paid off.

Gently lifting her head, Beth looked at the clock next to her bed. It was now 11:40am. She had told Ken, the yoga instructor, that she would be there by noon. With her husband away for the Saturday with their 1 plus year old daughter, Beth had planned for a mischievous day. But, alone, a housewife sometimes needs some one-on-one time with her vagina.

Wriggling up her yoga pants, organizing herself, Beth's naked ass disappeared. Though not entirely, as the white yoga pants were partially transparent and Beth started her day without underwear. Without bra also, Beth turned around and tucked her oversized, nursing breasts into her loose fitting half shirt. The dark, excessively large nipples quickly hid themselves from my view. Although back in her yoga outfit, it was going to be hard to get much yoga done in it with her tits flopping around.

Grabbing her phone, Beth dialed and then held it up to her ear. Apparently someone had answered.

"Hey. It's me. Listen... I ran into a problem and was wondering if we could meet at 2?"

Ran into a problem. Ha. More like rubbed out a problem. Her face frowned slightly.

"Yea. I'm really sorry. I promise I'll make it worth it."

Beth's tone would have melted any man. The intention was clear as her deep blue eyes looked coy and mischievous as her lips smiled wryly.

"I've got something I think you'll like..."

Beth's smile became bigger.

"Noo... It's much bigger than that. You'll just have to be patient."

After a simple goodbye, Beth hung up her phone. She collapsed back in bed, onto her comforter, and shut her eyes. Then, she opened them again, grabbed her phone, and set what I assumed to be an alarm. With one last sigh, Beth lay back and shut her eyes.

I lay in bed with my ex wife sleeping on the other side of the television. I wondered how she found herself in an affair? What could have caused it? Boredom? I couldn't believe that, being a member of numerous clubs. Always being a social butterfly, with plenty of friends in the town she grew up in. 

Her husband Frank, though much shorter than me, wasn't awful to look at. He seemed to have a good job, though I didn't really know what he did. I'd never seen him impatient or treat Beth in any way other than loving and respectful. So what was it?

I ended on her beauty. Beth grew up an attractive Lacrosse player in High School, always popular, and fit. I didn't know her in High School, but her class picture was stunning. She arrived to college 2 years after me, and we dated from the moment we met at a mutual friends. I had always known people to fawn over her blonde hair, compliment her princess like appearance, delicate beauty, and majestic confidence.

Every person we met would compliment me on how pretty she was, ask if she was a model. But, she was just a 5 foot 6 mom. And, as she grew older, became more of a mother, I guessed she needed to look harder for the compliments. The fawning. The affection. And what else does a yoga instructor do other than tell his class and students how good they look. How fit they are. He isn't going to say anything else. Not if he wants to get more clients.

I could have been totally off base, but I considered myself smart enough to know Beth and her tendencies. She may never admit it, not even to herself. But, I was pretty confident her weakness was her beauty. It proved to be mine.

Slowly, I got myself out of bed and headed to the shower. I figured all shows for the day were over. The warm water relaxed my body, cleaned the sleep from my head, and I finished refreshed and ready for the rest of my day. Being a Saturday, I skipped the shave and walked into my room, seeing Beth still asleep. It was 1:10pm. If she was getting anywhere by 2pm, she was cutting it close. 

I got on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and organized my bed, trying to clean it up from last nights and this mornings fun with Beth. It was a pretty close tie between watching her bend over for her husband the night before, letting him lick her butt, and watching her bend over for me this morning, spreading her butt. I guess I had to lean towards the morning since it was just the two of us. A three way with two men was not really my style after all.

As I got dressed, Beth's alarm went off. 1:15pm. I stopped in the middle of pulling up my pants, watching her reaction. She rolled gently to her side as she grabbed the phone, turned off the alarm, and lay on her back. Sill in her yoga outfit of white pants and a tank style tee shirt, Beth rubbed her face and pushed her hands back through her hair. Her blue eyes opened wide, stretching out her skin, letting the light seep into her pupils to wake her brain.

With little fanfare, she slipped out of bed and back into the bathroom. The yoga pants hung tightly to her cute, round ass. The small of her back was exposed from the shortness of her shirt. I cringed at the sigh of her back dimples again. Beth got right to work repairing her appearance, grabbing the hairdryer to blow the mess out of her hair.

The show from this morning was repeating itself. I'd already seen Beth's primping and pampering of herself result in a pleasuring of herself. I grabbed my socks, ran a comb through my hair, and zipped out of my room. There was a decision I had made as soon as I woke up from the brief nap. I was going to see who the hell this Ken guy was.

I found myself running through the house and out to my car. Not because I was worried Beth would get there before me. Not because I was late. But, because I was excited. Eager to see what type of guy Beth would have an affair with. Meet the man behind the curtain. The source of her sexual role play with her husband. The source of her sexual role play without her husband. I was going to find out her secret.

I remembered the name of the place and googled it as I drove. Lucky for me, there was only one Bikram yoga in town. And lucky for me, I knew right where it was when I saw it on the map. In the same strip mall as the Whole Foods, almost directly above the Starbucks. It was the perfect hunting ground for any Yoga instructor looking to fill a class with rich milfs desperate for attention, needing to shed a few pounds after plopping out a baby.

Driving down the road, I pictured all the woman sitting in Starbucks, chatting friendly with each other over the latest stroller fashion, or how artistic their little 2 year old Timmy was, or that Samantha was already learning French at 3. And, one at a time, every 10 minutes, they would leave and walk up for a private yoga lesson, letting themselves be directed and manipulated in ways that they never allowed their husbands. They didn't have to live with a yoga instructor and keep his respect.

I slammed on my brakes, almost ramming the car in front of me. Beth was probably just getting ready to leave her house, so I didn't have much time. Getting into an accident was not an option. I gathered myself and focussed on the task at hand, driving, stopping for the next light, moving into the turn lane, and finally arriving at the mall.

I didn't dare park right up front and have Beth recognize my car. Not that she would care or notice, but still, I felt there was no need to risk it. Finding a spot behind the building, I walked to the side entrance. It was one of those upscale malls that had the usual Starbucks, Panera, Bath and Body Works, and a bunch of other odds and ends stores on the first level. The second level was offices, jewelry, a tanning spa, and apparently the yoga studio. I opened the door and strolled up the stairs.

There was no definite plan that I had. Instead, I was just moving forward, making decisions as they came to me. I started to think I could just walk in and ask for some information. Say that a friend of mine in the class had recommended him, that I was just trying to get in shape for an up and coming vacation. The usual. 

The studio was in the back left, the last door to the last business. My heart began to beat faster as I walked towards the door, expecting him to open it and yell "Get the fuck out of here!" But, that was insane. We had never met. He had no idea who I was. I just needed to act like I was supposed to be there.

"Closed." The sign hung on the door, showing the hours of operation to be Monday through Friday only, 10am to 8pm. I was at the wrong place.

"Shit." 

The glass door led to a small waiting room of about 10 chairs. It wasn't as formal as a Dentist's office, but still had an organized, professional look to it. The chairs looked more functional, wide and without arm rests. I guessed it was some type of prep area. The place sure didn't look closed with all of the lights on. A wipe board was on the wall opposite of me. "Ken's Challenges!" was at the top, with a bunch of yoga terms after. Apparently, this was not the wrong place.

I tried the door. It opened quietly into the room, welcoming me into his dojo. I mumbled at my own stupidity. Of course there wasn't going to be yoga customers coming and going, chatting happily about there workout or the soon to be arriving customer Beth. Obviously this type of activity had to occur around normal business hours.

I stood in the room, wondering what my next step should be. I thought of yelling for someone, calling out the fact that I existed. Instead, the secretive nature of the entire affair kept me quiet. I moved across the room to a door that had light spilling in from under it. Next to it, on a different wall, was another door. It was dark with the word "Office" on a plaque. Below it was some motivational crap that started with, in bold letters, "Yoga, Why We Do It!" 

I was not interested in the "whys." I wanted to know the "whos." Turning the handle gently on the lit door, I slowly pulled it open, expecting to uncover some devious operation on the other side. Who knows what goes on in these yoga studios. The liberals and hippies could be planning some bizarre world takeover based on the incredible stench they create during their workouts.

"Hello?"

Nobody answered. Instead, I found another empty room. Nothing sinister. Just all walls, no windows, with a few mirrors that allowed the class to watch themselves work. A carpeted prep or small workout area was to the right, and to the left, a large open area with wood floors. Large balls lined the far left wall, and to the right, a few more could be seen. Not seeing anyone, I didn't look around and quickly shut the door.

The office was all that was left. I did the typical knock and open at the same time with an inquisitive "Hello?" Again, nobody. I found a light switch and flicked it on. Just a a small, windowless office with a desk right in front of me. Instead of finding Ken looking up at me from it with a quizzical face, I found people on the walls in various yoga poses, all smiling back at me. Happy to see me. Hell, they looked thrilled to see me.

One cheerful poster was of a man, legs perfectly straight, bent over at the waist, laying his hands flat on the ground, forming a perfect triangle. For a brief moment, I found that I was admiring his ass.

Next to him was a woman, on her hands and knees, extending one leg back and towards the sky. So, I guess it was hands and one knee that she was on.

And on the wall next to her was a woman on her legs, bending her stomach away from the ground so that her chest pointed right out in front of her.

Another woman, in some kind of upside down position, with her hands and legs both on the ground, pelvis thrust high into the air, breasts stretched tight, and head hanging down.

As wild and as obscene as some of the poses were that I was looking at, they were all being done in essentially what looked like underwear. Sports bras and boy shorts, except the guys did not have the sports bras. I couldn't help but find myself aroused and attracted to every woman in each picture. Yoga really just seemed to be an anglo saxon version of the Karma Sutra in a group setting. Caligula would be proud.

Behind Ken's desk was some larger chart with various positions and names under each one. Childs Pose. Cobra. Locust. Tree. Boat. On and on, each with a scantily clad woman displaying her body in a way I could never imagine Beth posing in. There was not one position I could have ever asked her to strike for me in our 10 years of marriage without her calling me a creep or that it wouldn't make her feel comfortable. I stared at the image labeled "Downward Dog" and wondered who in the hell was the charismatic man that talked the first woman in the world to place herself in that position. Jesus christ.

Suddenly, I heard the front door close. I panicked, knowing I was in an office I should not be in. Instinctively, I opened the closet next to me and deftly slipped in, shutting the door softly. I listened intently, trying to determine if my presence was known or not. The office door stayed closed. Was it Beth? Ready for her appointment? Or Ken, returning from some quick errand? I stared at the door, surprised at the bright light that was shining on it. I turned around, curious.

I had entered a fairly large walk in closet. To my left was a long row of hanging clothes, mostly T Shirts and Yoga pants. Apparently Ken sold his own product as a way to supplement his income, whatever it was that yoga instructors made. And across from me was an assortment of small weights, shoes, and other crap a guy might gather if he was performing the yoga. But, what my eyes had instantly locked onto was the strange scene before me.

The light in the closet was streaming in from a rough three foot wide cut out in the wall that extended from the base of the floor to six feet in height. I was staring through the opening and into the small private workout area that was to the right in Ken's studio. He had apparently put up a one way mirror in a strategic location to spy on his class or students. As invasive or perverted as this was, the tripod and camera in front of me sealed the purpose. Ken filmed his students.

And I have to be honest. After looking at the woman on the walls, in their poses, with the small amount of clothing that they wore, I might have come up with the same setup. The butt hugging spandex. The chest thrusting sports bras. The leg spreading, butt arching poses. The yoga pant didn't invent the camel toe, but it sure as hell showed the world how to make a good thing better.

Looking out into the practice room, Ken appeared. I could instantly see the attraction for Beth. For any woman. Tall, with loose fitting sweat pants and a t shirt that showed his slim but muscular frame, Ken looked fresh out of college. He might have even been in college judging by the youthful appearance of his face. A full and neatly sculpted head of hair. A face that was roman in features but masculine in appearance. I suppose the best way to describe his was a tall body double for Brad Pitt.

Ken put the bag down along the wall. A Bath and Body bag. I guessed it focussed more on the body than the bath, not seeing a bath anywhere around. Ken walked right towards me, looking at the mirror. I moved to the back left, thinking I might have given myself away somehow. Instead, Ken bent down and positioned a large yoga matt right in front of the mirror. 

A ringing broke the silence. Panicked, I grabbed my phone, frantic to shut it off. Thankfully, it was not mine. As Ken answered his, I made sure to turn mine off.

"Dude. What's up." 

I was surprised at the clarity of his voice. He stood up, walking away.

"I know. I can't. My noon changed to two."

I watched him move out of sight and back towards the door. His words became muffled as he left the room. The office door opened. I couldn't just stand in the middle of the closet, waiting to be caught. So, I slinked to the far back, behind the hanging t shirts and yoga pants. His voice was louder, closer.

"Yea. Some milf. But man, she may be old, but she is cute."

Beth would not have wanted to hear herself as "old." My smile, however, turned to panic as the door opened. I froze, waiting to be discovered.

"My god, get this, though. She's not just a milf, she's a fucking milky milf."

I heard some noises as Ken seemed to be adjusting and focussing on the camera. Then, with an audible beep, Ken shut the door. I sighed, relieved that my hiding spot was not discovered. I listened as he kept talking.

"Seriously. Man, it is incredible. I mean..."

Ken walked out of his office and the conversation tailed off. Ken was obviously well aware that Beth was nursing. And, it sounded like he had some first hand experience, some who knows what time with Beth, that excited him to no end. I could certainly appreciate his lust for Beth's chest when nursing. I experienced the same feeling on a daily basis when we were married, and for that matter, when we weren't. The door opened again.

"I swear it, dude. You've got to... Hang on."

I slowly crept out from my corner, not wanting to make a sound. Once again free, I looked at the camera and saw that Ken had turned it on. I could see a faint green light to indicate power. Nothing more. It was about three feet away from the wall, four feet high, and pointing at a slight downward angle. I got down on my stomach, slid forward, and placed my head up to the mirror.

I found Ken looking at his phone, typing away. My position was fairly comfortable on the soft carpet, lying down, looking into his studio. I wondered how many woman he had recorded, doing who knows what. I thought of the yoga demographic, the young woman, incredibly fit and desperate to keep their tight bodies. The moms, past their prime, willing to do anything to try and restore their body. The High School girls, not wanting to miss any trend, willing to break any rule or moral barrier to show their independence. Ken's possibilities were endless.

"I've got to go. She's here. I'll tell you more later."

With that, Ken hung up and put his phone down on the floor next to his purchases. He walked over to the mirror, inspecting himself in the grey yoga sweats and simple white t shirt. His body didn't have a single hair on it. His face was chiseled and freshly shaven. Ken ran his hands through his hair, making one last adjustment. Then, he just stood still and inhaled, deeply, holding his breath, flexing every muscle in his body, staring at himself.

30 seconds. 60 seconds. 90 seconds. Finally, at what seemed like a full two minutes, Ken slowly exhaled, face red and flushed. His body was ready. His heart was ready. His mind was ready. Slipping his hands into his pants, Ken adjusted himself. His penis was ready. 

A knock was heard, followed by a spirited "Hulllooooo?"

We both turned to watch Beth arrive, smiling, in a long black down coat, holding two coffees on a tray. Her blonde hair had returned to the golden elegance the world was accustomed to. The ruby red had been restored to her lips. The deep blue of her eyes sparkled. The soft paleness of her skin contrasted the deep black of her coat. Beth did not disappoint when it came to making herself up. She looked like she was ready for a modeling session. Remembering the camera, I guess that's exactly what she was going to do.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 03: Secret Observed



"Hey Elizabeth. You look great... Wow." 

Ken was certainly being truthful in his statement. And it was funny. Despite the arrangement, Beth apparently didn't want any lack of formalities. Hence, she was to be called Elizabeth, her professional name. Not Beth, her informal name, or Elle, her lovers pet name for her. Beth, or rather, Elizabeth, smiled, holding out the tray.

"Oh, you're so sweet. Thanks... And I'm so sorry for changing the time. I just couldn't do anything about it."

Ha. For not being able to do anything about it, there was plenty that she did about it. Ken took the tray from Beth, smiling, enjoying her beauty.

"It's fine. I had stuff to do. Besides... I am looking forward to my big surprise..."

Ken put the coffee's down by his phone. I don't think either of them had ever planned on drinking them. I guessed it just provided Beth a little buffer, to provide some normalcy to whatever encounter was about to take place that I'm sure her husband would not approve of. Her ex husband, however, was starting to get excited.

"Oh, well, I'll have to see how class goes."

Ken returned to Beth. They both grinned widely at each other, clearly flirting with their eyes as well as their words.

"Well, then, we better get it going. Let me grab your coat."

Beth turned, knowing that she was about to be revealed. That, under her coat lay treasures no man could resist. Treasures that cost men their fortunes. Their countries. Their lives. Beth turned her back to Ken, glowing as a woman does who knows she wields immense and incredible power. She let her coat slip into Ken's hands. His response was unbelievably restrained compared to what I might have said.

"Wow! That outfit looks great on you."

I moaned slightly, thankful for Ken's loud response. Personally, I would have told her that the soft, bra like top that she wore was the fucking hottest thing I've seen on her. Ever. Turquoise in color, it seemed to be merely an outline of her chest, hugging her motherly bounty. Beth's yoga top intimately displayed her engorged appearance, the fabric stretching tautly around her globes. Breasts larger on Beth than I had ever seen, swollen wide and low, almost hanging below the tight band of material that ended in the middle of her torso.

Beth's bottom was the exact same turquoise color as her top. It hung tightly to her legs, ending mid calf. The shape of her hips and thighs flowed in perfect harmony, displayed with erotic clarity in the tight material. The top of her pants ended just above her hip bone, swooping low in the front, dangerously close to her vagina. Hell, her pussy. Woman in yoga pants this hot don't have vaginas.

Kicking one foot back, shoes white, Beth looked down at herself.

"Yea. I just got it. I love the color."

Beth knew that the color had nothing to do with it. But, she wasn't about to say "Yea, I love how my tits look in this thing." Or, maybe she would. I seemed to be finding out quite a bit about her lately that even her husband didn't know. Ken threw down the coat and grabbed her hand.

"Well, look at it. Come here."

Ken positioned her in front of the mirror, looking straight at it. Beth didn't know it, but she was officially presenting her beauty to Ken's secret soft core porn studio. Woman in Spandex, coming to a theater near me. Ken stood behind her, squaring her up, aiming her shoulders. Beth was perfectly happy and willing, smiling the whole time at the fawning. Ken continued.

"Man. You are definitely the most gorgeous..."

Ken didn't finish the sentence. His hands were on Beth's shoulders as he stood behind her, looking at her in the mirror. All of our eyes, including Beth's, were riveted to her chest. To the faint, dark outlines of her engorged areolas that the fabric could not conceal. The erotic appearance of here nipples standing firm against the fabric. 

"Your top is, just, wow..."

Below, Beth's pale stomach displayed none of the appearance that she had ever given birth. Flat and smooth, Beth's innie of a belly button looked like the perfect receptacle for the sperm of any man looking at her. The lack of any sort of tan line made her appearance slightly virginal, which personally, I knew she was not.

Moving lower, Beth's yoga pants revealed the trace pattern of her newly shaved pubic hair, ending almost one half of an inch below the waistband. A waistband that hung equally low on her hips, making it appear that Beth was in the middle of pulling them off of her body. And finally, in the center of Beth's crotch, outlined in fine detail by the yoga pants, was Beth's camel toe. Ken responded simply.

"And your pants..."

The fabric bulged in symmetrical peaks about two inches wide, just below the end of her faintly visible landing strip. Splitting the peaks down the middle was a slit where the fabric folded inwards, tracing the center of her pussy. If I could place my eyes inches from her turquoise splendor, I don't doubt that I would have also seen the slight bulge of Beth's clit beneath her fabric. This camel toe of the Gods faded away into the mist of her thighs, squeezed shut as we all looked at Beth.

"So, you like the front?"

Ken responded somewhat dryly.

"I like."

Beth smiled at him, seeing the truth in his eyes. He did like. With a quick twirl, Beth turned her back to the mirror, looking at herself over her shoulder. Adding a little wiggle, Beth presented us her ass.

"How about the back?"

Ken and I stared at the fabric, bunched up between her ass cheeks, showing without question where one butt cheek started and one ended. The sharp intersection where Beth's ass curve ended at the back of her thigh. The low cut of the pants, ending just above the heart shape crack of her bottom. It almost seemed like she was naked, staring at the dimples decorating the base of her back.

"Your back looks amazing."

Beth turned to look at him, smiling coyly?

"My back?"

Ken caught her eye.

"Well...your butt is looking pretty good too..."

Beth squeezed her butt cheeks and turned back to face the mirror. The camera. Herself. Ken. Me. Everyone and everything that was capturing her beauty. Beth put her hands over her head in a triangle, adeptly brought one leg up the side of another, and formed another triangle. Her camel toe bulged out. Her tits stretched against her body.

"Then we better do some yoga and shape it up some more. How's my tree looking?"

I had to admit, I was pretty impressed at her grace and the ease at which she flowed into the pose. Beth had a bit of a wobble, but nothing that distracted from her beauty. She was standing five feet away from me, presenting herself to me, and I was now staring up between her legs as she opened them in her stance. I could make out the dark shadows that formed the outline of her vaginal lips. Ken slid his hands up her sides, holding her still, being a bit more sensitive to her wobble than I was.

"Impressive. But, I still don't know what my surprise is."

Beth smiled, lowering her arms and legs. Then, she held out her arms in front of her, perfectly straight, and lowered her butt while keeping her back upright. She squatted to the floor, paused, turned over her hands, and then slowly stood up.

"Big. Surprises."

Beth repeated the movement. This time, Ken bent down with her, holding her, turning his head to her hair, smelling it. Inhaling her beauty. Slipping his hands down her sides, Ken cupped them under her butt, supporting Beth as she sat in her pose. Ken and Beth locked eyes in the mirror.

"And do you want me to work on your butt today...?"

Beth began to stand up, Ken still pressing into her bottom, trying to force her off balance. Beth resisted the urge to fall forward, balanced and poised. When she stood tall, Beth gracefully lowered her arms and licked her lips. Her eyes glowed intently, responding to the tone of Ken's question.

"Do you want your surprise first? Or, do you want to work on my butt?"

Spreading her legs slightly, Beth slowly bent her body forwards, extending her arms in front of her, and gently placed them on the floor somewhat in front of her. I stared at her back, long blonde hair extending to the ground. Ken, however, looked down at the bent over woman in front of him, presenting him her ass. Just as it seemed he was going to move forward, Beth slowly stood back up. Ken was slightly flushed.

"How about my surprise and I'll save the best for last."

A smart man. Beth repeated the slow sit down, Ken staying behind her, watching in the mirror, waiting for his surprise. His big surprise. His big surprises. This time, instead of standing up, Beth slid forward, rubbing her chest across the ground, almost looking directly at me in the mirror. Then, placing her palms flat on the ground, Beth pushed up her head and lifted her chest, pushing it right towards the mirror. Less than a foot away.

"They are on the cobra, wrapped in turquoise."

Beth held the position, stretching her body for the full effect. The fabric strained across her breasts causing a larger amount of her areola to be visible. I could even see the white skin behind the sheer material, sensing the largeness of her breasts. Ken leaned down on top of Beth, kneeling over her, almost sitting on her. His head rested on hers.

"Can I open them? Will the cobra bite?"

Beth opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue, darting it over her lips. Flicking it against her teeth. With a fake biting motion, Beth teased the 20 something yoga instructor, now sliding his hands onto her shoulder. Beth tilted her head up, trying to look at Ken in the face.

"Open them. The cobra will not bite. But you may."

Beth continued to move her tongue along her teeth, flashing a devious grin. Ken watched his hands move under her armpits, towards the front of her chest, reaching up as Beth placed her hands against the wall in front of her. She forced her head high while Ken sat on her, arching her back strongly, thrusting out her chest. Running his hands into the engorged flesh, Ken pushed into them, distorting them. When his fingers found the top hem, without hesitation, Ken pulled down in a quick motion.

"Jesus fucking christ Beth!"

Ken's eyes were wide in sheer amazement, in total and instant shock at the sight before him. Beth's breasts looked like a water balloon that had been filled to twice its natural capacity, each more than half of the width of her chest. They spilled out of her yoga bra with hardly a wiggle, too heavy and firm to vibrate significantly. Here boobs didn't sag, but rather, stood proud and erect on her chest, nipple pointing forward.

And oh, the nipples. The warmth and heat from her brief exercise, or perhaps the hormonal heat that Beth was generating, caused the areolas to form a large bubble like appearance. A dark, heavy brown, they seemed to from the last quarter of her breasts, almost four inches in width. Small bumps and ridges lay like craters on a moon. The long nipples looked like bullets ready to shoot any man who approached.

But I had seen all of that before, perhaps not in the fully engorged state, but close. What I found completely erotic, and what forced me to slip my hands into my pants, were the soft blue veins that seemed to be pulsating behind the stretched skin. Just like her yoga pants, Beth's skin had become sheer from all of its stretching as her boobs exceeded their natural capacity. The veins gently streaked down her breasts, feeding the milky fat, ending in a unified trail at the center.

"I thought you might like."

Beth couldn't have hoped for a better reaction. A reaction that fed her desire to be beautiful, to be lusted after. She was proud watching Ken move his hands into her flesh, kneading them softly. Beth could sense the arousal from Ken as his erection pushed into her back. She arched into it again. I moved my eyes as close as I could to the mirror, watching Ken fondle Beth.

"Why are they so big...and...hard...?"

Kens hands paused, gently probing his fingers into the sides of Beth's tits. The yoga bra hung below them, providing the intimate backdrop of a woman freshly exposed. Beth paused, letting herself be molested. When Ken looked into her eyes, she responded.

"Because I'm a engorged..."

I looked at a small drip appear from a pore on her left nipple. That was a new term for Ken.

"What...?"

The droplet caught his eye. Ken rolled her nipple in his fingers a bit, creating a second droplet.

"I haven't nursed for 10 hours...I'm full of milk."

I squeezed my erection as Beth looked down at her chest, proud that she was the largest she had ever been. Ken leaned into her her, watching Beth's chest. He spoke with lust.

"Is this my surprise?

Beth sensed the change in his mood. She spoke with an equally lustful voice.

"My milk is for you."

Ken moved both hands around the leaking nippled. With an expert move, as though he had done it many times before, Ken slowly began to express milk out of Beth's chest. A sudden stream squirted in five different directions . Milk flowed magically from various pores in Beth's nipple. Her tit had been waiting all day, and at the first opportunity, let forth a heavy stream.

"Oh, Ken... You can milk me if you want..."

Ken pushed his erection into Beth as he began to express the motherly fluids from my ex wife. With each soft, gentle pelvic thrust, his hands would push from the base of Beth breasts towards her nipple in a gentle, squeezing motion. Her nipple would distort wildly, ejaculating all over the mirror.

"Oh...Elizabeth...look at your milk.."

For the first time, Ken leaned in and kissed Beth. Not on the mouth, but on the back of the head. Like thanking a pet that is doing a good deed for its master. And despite everything Beth may have thought to the contrary, she was a pet, being used and abused for the owners happiness. Like a pet that doesn't know any better, Beth kept coming back to her master for reassuring.

"I want you to have it."

Ken moved his left hand up to Beth's chin and pulled her head back, bending her body, forcing her into an extreme arching cobra. With his right hand, Ken was sliding gently back and forth on her leaking breast, masturbating it like a large penis. Beth was in a constant mode of ejaculation.

"Can I drink it...?"

Beth turned her head back, looking for his face, letting her body be forcefully bent in half. 

"I want you to nurse from me..."

Ken slid to the left, off of Beth, and paused his masturbations of Beth's tit. An erection was clearly visible in his yoga pants.

"Do a bow, right towards me. Here.'

Ken faced her sideways. Beth got on her hands and knees, breast wet and dripping, and backed away slightly from Ken. Then, lying down on her stomach, Beth arched her back hard, lifting her legs in the air, and reached back to grab them with her hands, just below her ankles. Pulling herself into an arched position, Beth once again presented her lactating breasts to Ken. I stared at their profile, about 6 inches away from the mirror.

"How's this?"

Ken didn't wait for an answer. Beth was lifting her chest about two inches off of the ground. Ken leaned forward, opened his mouth, and engulfed the breast. Beth's reason for being. Her motherhood. The purpose of her puberty, her period, and her hormonal pregnancy. The generation of milk by a mammal. Ken sucked it like an animal.

"Oh...god...Ken...It feels so good..."

Ken had placed both hands around her boob, holding it in his mouth. His cheeks caved in as he sucked, loudly gulping down the heavy streams Beth's other breast lay closest to me and I feigned suckling, leaning, licking the droplets of milk on the glass that lay on the other side. Beth couldn't hold the pose any longer and let go of her legs. She leaned on an elbow as Ken slowly lay on his back. Getting onto her knees, Beth raised her back and let her breast hang down, feeding Ken.

"That's good...keep drinking...my yoga man..."

Beth was stroking his hair, loving him, cooing as her hormones began taking over. Ken was mewing as he suckled, lying on his back, erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Beth looked down at him under her, bending her head.

"Yea...it feels so good...when it lets down..."

Jesus christ. Beth had never allowed such a nursing, such a violation of her motherly fluids when we were married. But, for someone who validated her beauty, and made her feel young again, this mom was willing to give away her fluids. Beth looked over to Ken's erection.

"Looks like someone likes his surprises...?"

Beth balanced herself and slid a hand onto Kens stomach and into his pants. Pushing, she quickly exposed Ken's rock hard penis. It wasn't anything special in size or shape. But, that didn't matter to Beth. She wanted the attention. The reminder of how desirable she is. It was not at all about the size of the package. Beth began to rub Ken, proud.

"I've made you so hard..."

Ken swallowed hard and rolled his head to the side, watching himself in the mirror be fondled by the yoga mom. He opened his mouth, watching milk squirt past his lips. His tongue flicked Beth's extended nipple, playing with it like a child. More he suckled, drinking the fluids. Feeling the warmth and sweetness flow down his throat. After several more minutes he paused, licking her areola, gently release his hold of her mammary glands. Beth's chest hung low, dripping drip milk as the nursing stopped. Beth looked at him in the eyes, releasing her hold on his penis. She sat up, moving to a cross legged position.

"A mother lotus..."

It was clear which breast had just been milked. Not only from the saliva spread all around it, but the sheer size difference. The empty breast gently sagged, no longer bursting from the pressure of being engorged. Ken lay his head down on Beth's lap, looking up at her face as Beth held the engorged breast in her hand, pointing her nipple at Ken's open mouth.

"Do you want some lotus milk..."

Beth began expressing herself, trying to start the flow from her glands, to her nipple, and into Ken's waiting mouth. It took only three swift strokes to get from a white drop that hung from the very end of her pink stub of flesh, to a full gush, this time all streams merging into one steady and purposeful river. Ken leaned forward and practically inhaled Beth's motherhood. Beth cradled him with her left hand.

"Here it comes..."

Beth slid her free hand back towards Kens stomach as he nursed. Finding his still exposed erection, Beth began to fondle his balls, slowly caressing them. Ken's penis flexed, dancing to the feelings being generated. Circling the base with her palm, Beth began to slowly masturbate him.

"Yes...there it is..."

Sitting in her turquoise yoga pants, Beth spent the next five minutes slowly stroking Ken as he drained the fluids from her chest. It was a gentle, steady pattern of sucking, gulping, and stroking. Ken drank quickly, and after what must have been a large glasses of warm mothers milk, Beth felt her supply start to dry up. With a mischievous grin, Beth moved her stroking hands past Ken's balls, into his thighs, and poked. Ken jolted at the brief anal play, releasing Beth's breast, once again coated in salavia.

"Did the lotus milk taste good?"

Ken pushed his hands into Beth's, forcing her away. He pulled up his yoga pants, apparently not yet ready for his release despite the urges Beth was generating.

"You're a bad girl...trying to distract me...you're not done with your poses..."

Beth got to her knees, her left boob clearly a bit smaller from the feeding. Ken grabbed the yoga bra and lifted it over her swollen chests. Beth raised her arms, stretched back her head, and like that, half of her yoga outfit was gone. Ken held a foot and removed her shoe, and then the other. Just one piece was left, but Ken wasn't ready to take that off yet.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 03: Secret Observed



"Hop up. We still haven't worked on your butt yet..."

Beth smiled, unconcerned with the small puddle of milk that remained on the floor. Ken grabbed her by the shoulders as they both stood, repositioning her in front of the mirror again. He didn't forget that the camera was rolling. He turned her around, presenting the audience her ass.

"What do you want me to do...?"

Beth was turning around, looking at her bottom. She gently wiggled it, knowing it was now the center of attention. Ken and I stared at the soft bottom before us, in turquoise, below a pale, white back. Beth sounded eager for the lesson to continue, standing topless.

"Well...how about...half tortoise."

Beth smiled, backing up towards me, and then crouching onto her knees. Leaning forward, she placed her hands directly above her head and slowly folder her body until, while on her knees, her face and hands touched the floor.

"Pretty good..."

Ken knelt beside her, looking at the mirror, rubbing his hands down the spine of her back. Beth's butt was flared open, hidden behind the thin fabric. I saw a distinct darkness of material between her legs, clinging to the folds of wetness that generated the patch. A soft blend of pink and white skin folds could be seen with shocking clarity. Close by, the dark entrance to her rectum could vaguely be identified. Ken slid his hands over her ass, massaging it, letting his finger trace her crack.

"Good. Now, how about the cat."

Beth pushed her hands to her sides and pushed herself up, slowly, into what I thought was a doggy style position. Keeping her back straight, head high, Beth looked forward. Her yoga pants now had three creases down the middle, outlining her labias and her slit. The opening to her birth canal flared against the wet fabric. I admired her sagging tits. Ken began to rub the center of her ass, down to her pussy, and pushed a little of the fabric into her opening.

"How does my butt look?" 

Beth asked a rhetorical question. She was looking at Ken's midsection, right towards his clear erection. Her answer pushed firm against the fabric.

"I'm not quite sure yet... How about down-dog."

Down-dog? Cat? Cobra? I had never heard of the positions, but as Beth got on her toes, began to straighten her legs, and lift her ass in the air, I realized I didn't care. All that mattered was the result. They could have called it the "tater tott" and I would have had the same reaction staring at Beth. Watching her ass raised high, bent over, fabric now slightly stuck inside of her birth canal. Her tits hung about four inches off of the ground, almost blocking her face.

"How about now? Beth asked again, muffled by her breasts.

Ken stood beside her, looking in the mirror, centering Beth towards the camera. Beth obediently scooched her legs as he angled her, unaware of the reason.

"Keep your arms straight."

Ken directed Beth as he moved to her left foot, pushing it towards her front, forcing a bit more of her butt in the air. He did the same with the other, evening them out. Standing again, he looked at his corrections. His manipulations. He put a leg on either side of her back, assessing the situation.

"Spread your legs more."

Beth shifted her legs wider as best she could while Ken placed his palms on the top of her butt. Beth was leaning over, obscenely, displaying the wet center of her camel toe. Her wet bearded clam. Ken moved his fingers into the center of it, manipulating it, pushing it together, distorting it. His fingers slid to Beth's backdoor, her asshole, and Beth let him push fabric into her butt. Ken pulled away, admiring the result.

"Does it look good?"

Ken smiled at himself in the mirror. He pointed at Beth's ass and then gave the camera a thumbs up without a word. He placed his hands on her lower thighs, dragged them over her butt, and then found the top of her waistband. Ken and I stared at the bent woman and the obscene position she was in, anticipating the next move. I was shaking.

"Let's see..."

Slowly, Ken began to drag down Beth's pants, revealing at first the top of her round white ass where the small "y" shaped crease starts to form the crack of her bottom. Where her official butt begins. Lower still, watching in the mirror as a small dark trail of hairs began to appear. Further still, with no resistance from Beth as her dark asshole, flared open from the bending, came into shocking view. And finally, with a soft roll onto her thighs, Beth's flared and bright pink pussy came into view.

"Holy shit..." Ken and I both groaned, staring at the spread ass before us.

Beth leaned before us in her down dog position and let us stare at her biology. Well, let Ken. I was once again watching in silence, Beth unaware. Unaware that my eyes stared up to the glistening slit, swollen from her excitement, vaginal bulging out from the pressure as she bent. Watching her asshole seem to flare open, like she was preparing to poop, as Ken rubbed his hands over her butt checks, forcing them wide. Beth's anal hair was like a halo, circling her rectum.

"Can you see now...?"

Ken squeezed, causing her anus to open from the straining. I stared up into Beth's birth canal, looking at the mottled pink flesh. The small strip of skin around her anus that was virginal, free from anal hair, rarely exposed in such a manner.

Ken's fingers ran into the center of her spread legs, pushing the pink folds of flesh between her legs together, closing her passage, squeezing her wetness. His thumbs moved into her asshole, massaging it in unison with her pussy, looking close. He smelled the scent he was squeezing out of her.

"I can see everything...your butt looks incredible..."

Ken was now spreading open Beth's pussy, fingers on either side. Pushing gently with his thumbs, Ken ran his fingers into her anal hair, forcing it into the lightly brown skin on the inner walls of Beth's butt cheeks. The pink core of Beth's rectum came into view, opening, showing a passage free of poop. The angle of her vagina, now being spread wide for the camera, was at the perfect angle. There was no bend to the canal, no collapsing of her vaginal walls. Beth let her cervix, white and pulsing, make an appearance.

Ken was positioning her ass as he looked into the mirror. His fingers moved so that the camera captured everything Beth would display when sitting on the toilet. If anyone, even Ken, had asked to place a camera in the bowl, Beth would have punched him in the balls more than once. But, for her lovers eyes, she was not concerned how he spread her open. 

"You like my bunnies...?" Beth spoke with passion.

Ken clearly loved Beth's ass. His glistening fingers, moist from massaging Beth's vagina, slid up to her butt hole, circling the brown target. Pushing into it without penetrating, feeling the rough crinkles, the fold where her passage began. Beth purred and her body began to slouch from the position.

"You found my bunny hole..."

Ken moved his hands away, sensing Beth push the dark hole open. We marveled at the volcanic shape it took on. Beth's legs came together as she got to her knees, Ken holding his hand firmly in place as he moved with her. On her knees, Beth folder her torso forward, tucked her head between her knees, and extended her arms forward.

"The rabbit...wants you to visit..."

Ken softly moved away towards the bag he first walked in with. Beth turned her head to watch, wondering why he had paused. Ken pulled out a bottle of massage oil from the bag and returned to Beth, opening it. Beth, curiosity satisfied, put her head back between her knees and looked back towards the mirror. She spread her legs slightly wider in anticipation.

"Is that for the bunnies?"

Ken moved behind Beth, pulling off the last of her yoga outfit. The painted on material that woman wear so frequently, bending over, wanting to show off the shape and treasures of their body. Their breasts. Their vaginas. Their asses. There legs. Their thongs, exposed as they bent forward. In the grocery store. In the mall. In the bedroom. Yoga clothes were not worn to hide their bodies, but to reveal them. And Beth happily kicked hers free, desperately wanting to reveal her body.

Returning to the front, Ken placed a knee on each side of Beth's head, trapping her, leaning into her back. Ken squirted each pale butt cheek of Beth's with a small amount of oil. The extreme vulgarity of Beth's position, bent in half, created an arched shape that the oil flowed over, tracing the shape of Beth's bottom, flowing into the channel down the center. Ken put down the bottle and massaged her ass, again spreading it open for the camera, kneading it. 

Fingers circled over Beth's asshole, spreading the oil in all directions. The anal hair, once proud and erect, now lay matted in the heavy film. Ken traced his fingers around her opening, filling all of the puckers of her anus. Then he slid his hands to the top of her arch, to the pinnacle of the rabbit. Ken looked into the mirror, satisfied she was ready. Satisfied with the position. The angle. The vulgarity of the local mom, bent over before him. Ken slowly pushed his hands down her arch, sliding his right index finger down the center of Beth's spine, over the protruding vertebrae, into the "y" at the top of Beth's bottom, and down the channel.

"It's for the bunnies hole..."

As he said it, Ken's finger found Beth's asshole. Instead of sliding over it, the oiled fingers bent, pushing into it. It was not a gentle probe, but a sudden penetration, quickly past the first knuckles, past the second, bottoming out as his palm pushed hard into the soft flesh of her bottom. Frank lurched as Beth tried to lift her head, unable to do so while Ken sat on it. Holding her head down with his own butt, Ken pushed his erection into the back of her neck.

"What the...oh my god..." Beth yelled, not so much out of anger, but surprise and passion.

Ken made a fist, pointing his finger, trying to extend it deeper into Beth. He was rooting his finger tip inside of her, feeling her inner passages, finding the channels that led into her bowels. 

"Is there a bunny home...?"

Ken slipped his finger out gently, watching Beth's asshole grip his digit. Then, when it was almost completely free, once again he slid into Beth quickly, fucking her ass with his finger. Beth's pussy was yawning open, jealous of the attention, pulsing with blood. Beth seemed to have recovered from the invasion.

"It's hiding..." Beth sounded out of breath.

Ken reached under Beth's stomach with his free hand, running it into her pussy. Pushing into her trimmed pubic hair, his hand went lower and moved into her wet crease. Again bending an index finger, this one slid easily into her pussy. His digital double penetration was more vulgar, more obscene, and more sexual than anything I had ever done with a woman.

"I'll find it..."

His fingers slid in and out of both holes together, violating her. Recording her. His head bent forward, kissing Beth's ass, rolling his tongue over her dimples, moving towards the base of her spine and and licking to the top of her butt crack. His fingers paused as his chin rested on the peak of her arch. He pulled them out, slowly, until they were free. Beth's asshole clamped shut, but her pussy remained open and flared.

"Turn around...my child..."

Ken lifted himself off of Beth, no longer trapping her. Without eye contact, or hesitation, Beth twisted her body so that she was looking at herself in the mirror. Chests drained of all fluid, her breasts sagged slightly with two dark anuses holding them down. Bending her body softly forward, onto her knees, Beth once again folded herself over, this time putting her torso into in a flat position on the ground. Arms casually draped in front of her, Beth's fingers fell inches from the mirror.

"Let me see your face..."

Ken was positioning himself behind Beth's ass, bending forward, looking over the pale globes that swelled behind her. Beth lifted her face, a face ready for an orgasm, flushed and red. Here eyes seemed wild, shining a deep blue that I didn't recognize. Ken pushed into her bottom on each cheek.

"Closer to the mirror..."

Beth slid her knees forward, bending her arms, crawling towards the mirror. Her tits hung less than a foot away from me as I bent down, looking at her staring eyes. Beth was looking right at herself, staring into her lust. Letting me stare into her soul, naked and unashamed.

"Kiss yourself."

Ken watched as Beth paused in front of the mirror. Looking at herself. In love with herself. In love with her beauty. The attention she generated. The fullness of her lips, the perfection of her skin, the angelic beauty of her hair. Beth didn't just lean forward to give herself a little peck, her mouth opened wide, exposing perfect teeth in all of their whiteness. Extending her tongue, Beth began to give herself a passionate french kiss, flattening her mouth against the glass. I placed my mouth over hers and kissed her back.

"Mmmmm..."

The mirror vibrated as Beth moaned. I didn't close my eyes, nor did Beth. We seemingly looked deep into one another as we rolled our tongues in harmony, along the glass, pressing our lips together. Beth's mouth flattened and bulged into mine as I mimed every move she made with her mouth. Suddenly she froze and her pupils dilated, wildly looking deep into mine. Inches apart, separated by a mere quarter of an inch, Beth's nostrils flared as Ken leaned in and began to lick her asshole. A loud groan came from her throat, mouth pushing harder into the glass.

"Aaahhhggmmmmm..."

It was almost gurgle like. Beth brought her hands up to the glass, leaning into it for leverage as Ken pushed his face hard into her bottom. She flinched, apparently struck with another surge of sexual energy, feeling Ken push his tongue into her sphincter. Licking the insides of her rectum. The mirror vibrated. She groaned into my open mouth.

"Oooohhhhh..."

Beth slid her hands high, facing the mirror head on, opening her mouth wide. Her tongue began a rapid licking movement, as though she as flicking a woman's clit, like a cobra. Beth pretended it was her own tongue licking her asshole. The small room echoed with her passionate groans. Her eyes stared forward, blankly.

"Your licking...my bunny...hole..."

I instantly stood up, pulling down my pants, and pushed my erection into her waiting mouth. I traced her movements, jerking into her lips as they bulged against the glass. Her chest pushed forward as Ken continued his probing, now looking as if he had shifted his head lower to begin licking her pussy.

"Mmmnnnnnnnn..."

Beth slid higher, now on her knees, pressing her body into the glass. Dark nipples squeezed flat, distorting and bulging as small droplets of milk escaped from the pressure. I moved low, pretending to nurse. Another groan from Beth. More vibrations from the mirror.

"Ooohhhmmmmm..."

Ken was returning to her asshole as Beth's pussy moved forward and out of view. Beth began to stand, dragging her tits across the glass, streaking them with trails of motherly juices. She let her right hips move towards the glass. Beth knew how to lover herself and did not need Ken, Frank, or myself to pleasure her. She loved herself. She wanted herself. Standing tall, she pressed her mons pubis towards the glass and began to fuck herself.

What goes through the mind of a woman, married, with kids, when she has an affair? The willingness to do things with a stranger that she would never perform in the bedroom? The lurid thoughts that are acted on and relished. I suppose woman are just female men, capable of extreme horniness and perversion as well. But, seeing it exposed, in person, on a woman you thought you knew deeply and intimately, was astonishing.

I slipped my mouth down to Kens level as he forced his face into Beth's butt. She had spread her legs to provide access as her bush flattened against the mirror. I moved my tongue over it, imaging the texture and smell. The taste. The juices. Lower I went, moving towards the small fold of flesh at the top of her pussy that was able to make contact with the mirror. At the pink, bulging clit that pressed into the glass before me. I licked it.

"Oh my god...lick me..."

My tongue returned to the steady pattern that I new Beth loved. I moaned into her clit, remembering the times I would flutter her pussy with my lips while licking her. My moan vibrated into the glass and buzzed her clit. Beth looked down, feeling the vibrations, moving into them, unconcerned with the source. Our eyes seemed to lock while I licked her, like so many times when we were married.

"Yeeaaaa..."

After she watched herself pushing her clit into my mouth, Beth backed her face away, arching her back. She was forcing as much of her pussy into the pressure of the glass as possible. Her right hand slipped down, moving her hairs, separating her lips, presenting a clear and obvious target. I softly buzzed the mirror again.

"Feeeelllssss gooodd..."

She toyed with her clit, moving it beneath my lips. Frank was forcing open her ass wide, both hands on either cheek, chin hanging inches from mine. His cock hung below his open legs, pointing right at me. We pressed against Beth, both rigid, in a voyeuristic three way.

"Fuck...the rabbits coming..."

Beth, having freed her clit for more direct pressure, moved her hand back up above her head and resumed fucking herself. The clit sliding across the glass looked like a snail running for its life. I moved my hands up, into her breasts, pushing into the wet streaks from Beth lactating. She was humping up and down now in a steady pattern, fucking my face. My eyes stared at the bush I thought I would never see again, crushed flat against the mirror.

"Harder..."

Ken was trying to push Beth through the glass. I stood up, meeting Beth's face that once again moved towards the mirror, mouth open, kissing herself. Her teeth scraped the mirror, grinding into it. I slouched, masturbating myself into her spread legs, pressing my penis into her clit.

"I'm gonna cum, Beth..."

I spoke to her open eyes, watching her features. They seemed to focus on me, feeling the vibrations of my words into the mirror. Beth reached behind her, pushing Ken into her ass, directing the focus. Unsatisfied, whe pushed his head away, sensing her orgasm build, knowing in her own mind how to release it. Unwilling to spend the time telling Ken what to do or how. Wanting and knowing herself. 

"Heerree..."

Beth ran her fingers to the center of her bottom, tracing circles around it. Ken pulled away to watch the show in front of him. The show he had helped start, but one Beth wanted to finish. With a final trace of the finger, Beth sensed the moment had arrived. She pushed into her rectum.

"Oh my god...I'm cumming..."

Beth jerked into the mirror, having found the absolute perfect pressure points from the front and the rear. Another jerk, grinding herself hard, moving just as she needed to force the electrical currents through her body. I jerked into her, erupting on the mirror, spraying into her splayed and crushed clit. Coating it in semen, leaning back to watch it drip down her pussy.

"Oh...fuck Ken..."

Ken had sensed Beth was winding down. His hands moved back to her butt, providing a helpful pressure as Beth moved her hands back above her head, slowly relaxing. Moving her body into the streaks of cum that now were dripping down her legs. Turning around, Beth wrapped her arms around Ken, pulling him towards her pussy. Her butt cheeks flattened against the window. Ken softly licked her pussy, loving it, helping it settle down.

"Wowwww...feeelllsss nice..."

Beth sighed, running her fingers through Ken's hair. Relaxing against the mirror, letting her body slowly shutter in front of my gaze. I held my now spent penis, amazed at the naked woman before me. My ex wife and I had just cum a glass thickness away from each other. Life takes amazing turns. I moved back, trying to take all of her body in. I tripped over the camera.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 04: Secret Shared



I drove home, unable to focus on anything. Anything, however, did not include the sexual affair that I just video taped between my ex wife and her yoga instructor. Or, should I say, the sex tape that the yoga instructor started and I finished. The camera sat in the driver seat next to me, my life ready to protect it at all costs. I probably would have taken a bullet for it.

After realizing I missed my turn 2 blocks ago, I doubled back and parked in front of my house. I looked at my watch, unable to believe that just ten minutes ago, I was watching Beth's asshole, my ex wife's "bunny hole," drip her yoga instructors semen. Sure, I may have been hidden in a closet behind a one way mirror the instructor set up. And no, they did not realize my presence, just as Beth did not realize her sexual affair, her "yoga" lesson, was being recorded.

It started from a simple Skype call that did not get dropped and it led to me watching my ex wife have Friday night nookie wither her husband, Saturday morning alone time pleasuring herself, and then Saturday afternoon time with Mr. Yoga. I've heard of life changing experiences, and any one of the afore mentioned voyeuristic activities would have been enough for my life. I had hit the voyeur trifecta.

After walking into the house, I dropped the camera in my office. Then, zipping upstairs, I went to check on the status of my open ended Skype call with my ex wife. The one my son turned off from the television, only leaving the television on standby and the camera still running. As I never dropped the call, the feed from the camera stayed live all night and morning. I couldn't wait to watch the recordings.

Into my room I ran, excited for another possible round of nighttime voyeuristic activities. Instead, I stopped in my tracks, staring at the television like I had lost a close friend.

"No Internet Connection."

Fucking Com Piece of Crap Cast. Of all times to interrupt my signal. I reset the television, desperate to restore my connection. The internet had been restored, apparently long ago, but the call was lost forever. I was crushed. The journey was coming to an end.

In less than 24 hours, I had become addicted to a drug I couldn't buy. My ex wife. Her beauty. Her nudity. Her sexual explorations and romps, both with her husband, and without. I lay back on the bed, sad, but also happy, thinking of the rare moments that I would forever be able to treasure. The DVR was a wonderful thing.

I suppose I could call my son Tom and try to recreate the entire string of events. But, it was such a random occurrence, such a happenstance. It wasn't like he had a weekly appointment to forget his shoes and call me in a panic. I could try again next year, but I'd have to remember to hide his shoes. I made a mental note.

I began to focus on the camera recording. I suppose I might be able to use it against Beth, perhaps black mail her into some sexual favors. Maybe even my own yoga class, as the instructor, helping her with her Downward Dog. It could get a little messy, having to explain how I recorded her. But hell, that would probably be the last of her worries.

Her yoga class. Now that was a bit funny. I pictured how Ken would react when he found the camera gone. I laughed, imaging the look on his face as he stared into the closet, noticing my semen on the one way mirror. There was certainly no sneaking back for another show. If he even risked another show.

I sat up. Another show. That was fucking it. I had to get back, to somehow confront Ken. To blackmail Him into letting me watch. He certainly would not want the police involved. The publicity. I absolutely had a solid plan. The cable company may have let me down, but Ken, he was going to let me up.

I ran back down the stairs, desperate to get back. I was flipping out at the brilliance. There was no chance I was going to take the camera back as evidence, as leverage. Ken would probably kick the shit out of me if he somehow thought he could recover it. So, that was not going to happen.

Every single light seemed to be red. I looked at my watch, thinking maybe two hours had gone by. Instead, just over fifteen. My mind raced over the possibilities of another show, in the closet, watching my ex wife pull down her pants. Ogling at her nursing breasts. Masturbating to her violation.

Driving through the last two red lights, I made it to the small strip mall. I parked in the middle as close as I could and got out, jogging slightly. Past the various stores, up to the Panera Bread, reaching the corner, turning, wondering how I should best start the conversation.

"Heyyy!"

I had just slammed into a lady, almost knocking her over. Her hands stretched out, shielding herself from the man in front of her. I stopped,, backing away, focussing on the sight in front of me. A black coat, initially held close by the woman, now draped open. A tight fitting pair of turquoise yoga pants hung to her sexy legs, displaying her camel toe as yoga pants always do. The small bra-like top outlined a pair of magnificent breasts, nipples slightly visible behind the fabric. My eyes stopped, knowing exactly what I was looking at.

"Jesus, Peter. What the hell is your problem?"

Beth, my ex wife, stood before me. She had just left her one hour sexcapade and her face looked it. Her makeup was inconsistently spread on her lips and face, slightly smeared. Her hair was frazzled and unkempt. Slamming shut her coat, Beth gave me an earful.

"Don't you look at me like that, you perv."

The little, inadvertent show was nothing compared to the porn video I just made of her. Thirty minutes earlier, Beth was practically letting me suck the milk from her tits. Now, she was fuming at the invasion of privacy that just took place. Her anger made me react in a way I might not have otherwise.

"That's a pretty wild outfit. What were you doing?"

Beth stood still, holding her long coat tight against her body. My pleasant conversation wasn't being very well received.

"It's a fucking yoga outfit. What do you think I was doing?"

I smiled, looking at her eyes. Sensing just a hint of post orgasmic bliss floating around inside of them. I couldn't help myself and tried to push her buttons a bit more with my natural charm and wit.

"Fucking yoga. Or maybe, yoga fucking."

Beth's face seemed to flinch at my tame twist of words that came out of her own mouth. But, she made it too easy. Her tone made me want to put her in her place.

"That's real funny, asshole. Get out of my way. You are such a fucking loser. I'm so glad I divorced you."

With that, Beth walked around me. I probably would have just let her go, but that last statement hurt a little more than I would have liked.

"I liked the white pants and blue top better."

Beth twirled, shocked at my statement. The ability of me to know what she was wearing this morning was impossible. The shock and surprised almost erased her anger and hatred.

"What did you just say?"

I looked at her directly in the face, somewhat more confident in the things I could and couldn't say to her with the knowledge that I had. They say knowledge is power. They are right.

"While you played with yourself this morning..."

I wanted to continue with "...in the ass..." but Beth didn't let me finish. Here eyes were wide, almost scared. She stepped back in dismay at my statement.

"Are you spying on me?"

I didn't answer her question, instead marveled at the indirect admission.

"Oh...So you were..."

Beth realized the trap she walked into, that I was just clearly toying with her, being the asshole she thought I was. I never spoke to her in such a manner, so that was perhaps the initial fear. But mostly, the fear came from the fact that I was correct. Beth played it off like she was on to my game.

"Yea, right, in your dreams. You're fucking sick. Tom doesn't deserve you as a dad. I'm telling my lawyer about this."

Beth turned and walked towards her car just across the aisle. She practically ran. I called after her after, barely resisting the urge to just yell her secret out to the world around.

"Well, make sure you tell him where your fingers were when I called!"

With that, Beth got into her car and slammed the door. Backing out, she turned and gave me the middle finger, mouthing the intent of the gesture as she drove off. Fuck me? No, fuck You, Beth. Fuck You.

Christ, one moment you have happy plans and are ready to take on the world. The next moment, you run into your ex wife, and the world collapses on top of you. That is a tremendous skill that Beth has, and I was finding it difficult to get away from. I returned to my task at hand, realizing the need to rush was no longer upon me. I'd most likely find Ken upstairs.

I walked up the steps, listening, expecting Ken to come running down the hall looking for a masked man with a camera. Instead, at the top, I found an empty hall. Silence. I walked to the end, stood outside his studio door, and listened. I thought I could hear a faint yelling.

Pushing open the door, a loud conversation could be heard coming from Ken's office. I walked towards the door and listened, curious to his mood and what he was revealing. 

"Bullshit, Ed, don't give me that. I know you came to my office today. Don't ask me how I know. You know how I know!"

A pause. Ken was apparently accusing one of his friends of being the semen bandit. I had to commend him on his sleuth like efforts, but "You know how I know" was probably not something Sherlock Holmes would strategize around. I opened the door, bracing myself for the various possibilities. Ken was sitting at his desk, apparently still not fully dressed from his recent endeavors. He has shirtless.

"Who are you? We're closed. I can't talk now."

Ken was short with me, unconcerned at the stranger appearing in his office after an apparent recent crime. Sherlock would definitely be disappointed. Ken retuned to confronting Ed. I looked at him, speaking loud to make sure he heard me.

"I'M THE GUY WITH YOUR CAMERA."

Ken paused, staring at me in shocked acknowledgment. He hung up on Ed without even saying goodbye. He stood up.

"Now stay behind that desk, or I'm out of here."

I failed to think about Ken beating the shit out of me, before I could speak, as a possibility. I might have gotten the better of him if I was brandishing some type of lethal weapon, which unfortunately, I was not.

"Who the hell are you? And how did you get my camera?"

Ken was not quite as mad as he was a moment ago, yelling at Ed. His mystery had been solved. Now, he just needed it to be resolved, with him receiving the camera.

"Sit down and I'd be happy to get it back to you."

With those words, Ken seemed to relax. He sat down, eager to hear what I had to say.

"Fine, I'm sitting."

True to his word, Ken sat down. His eyes couldn't hide the anger that still swelled within him, despite the calm appearance he may have put forth.

"So, first question I have is, how many tapes are there?"

Ken shifted a little, not liking the direction of the conversation. He paused, thinking of an answer. One seemed to form in his mind as he spoke.

"Listen, it was just a little fun I was having... with my girlfriend. We just do it...for fun."

Ken may have been fit and strong, but he was not very smart. "It was a little fun...that they do for fun..." Great. I had to be a bit careful. Stupid people can be manipulated, but they are also dangerous. They never know how stupid they are until they get everyone killed around them.

"Fun for fun. I got it. But, I'm having a hard time believing you, as you are already lying to me. She is not your girlfriend. She is my ex-wife."

Ken seemed legitimately scared at my statement. I was someone who had a personal relationship with the woman who just left. Ken associated "ex-wife" with love, caring, and protection. Like I said, he was fairly stupid.

"Man, ok, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. You can keep the camera. It's yours. But, come on, I need the card."

Yes, the card. Not a tape, but a memory stick. My age was showing.

"Let me change my first question. How many CARDS are there?"

Ken shifted again, knowing he was caught.

"Just a couple. They're nothing, really, just, well, some yoga stuff."

I felt like a principal talking to a high school kid, desperate to get out of trouble, who was not able to find the words to do so.

"Listen Ken, I either go to the police, or you can give me any other cards that you have. Got it? I really don't want you to get in trouble, I just can't risk having any cards floating around. So, go get them, wherever they are, and I'll just wait here. The sooner you do it, the sooner this nightmare is over."

Ken looked at me and sighed. He stood up slowly, almost looking relieved. Then, turning to the closet, ho opened the door and walked in. I was left alone in his office and looked around. I stared at the yoga chart behind the desk, recognizing a few of the poses Beth performed for him. I leaned forward wondering what other poses she could possibly perform that were more erotic than what I saw today. God, there were some pretty obscene ways that women posed. An unbelievably obscene one stood out. I looked at the name. "Happy Baby." I don't know what was more perverted, the names, or the poses.

The door opened and Ken returned with a Yoga shoebox. I looked at it, wondering why he needed a shoebox to keep just a few memory cards of Beth. He looked at me, reluctant to give it to me once the deed had to actually be done.

"What are you going to do?"

Ken, I suppose, wanted some of his own reassurances.

"I'm going to burn them."

Yea, right, I'm going to burn them. Rather, I was going to burn them into my mind. If they were half as exciting as what I saw today, they would be twice as exciting as anything I'd seen before. Ken seemed to accept my plan, almost happy to relieve himself of the criminal burden he held on to.

"Alright, here they are."

I took the box and opened it. My eyes stared not at a few memory cards sliding around, but rather, a tightly packed box with envelopes standing upright from left to right. Some were a bit more worn than others, with crumpled edges or torn tops. Still, they all seemed in order with a few number tabs sticking up to separate them.

"What the hell is this? Where are the cards?"

Ken looked at me like I was now the idiot.

"In the envelopes. Beth is number 62. It's all there, I swear. I'm glad to be getting rid of the crap. If my fiance ever found it, I'd be dead."

Beth is number 62. There had to be about a hundred plus envelopes, apparently in sequential order. He wasn't just giving me Beth, he was giving me all of the cards. Like I had asked. Like an idiot. I grabbed one, saw the number 23 on the front, and opened it. 7, count them, 7 memory cards were in the envelope. Some of them 30 gig in size. Carefully, I put it back in it's place. Ken looked suddenly looked at me, frantic.

"Wait. Can I have 39?"

I looked at him oddly.

"She's my fiance... I just... well...thought..."

I understood his plight. Some day, they might come in handy if she divorced him. I certainly wished I had such a recording of Beth and her younger years. I flipped through the envelopes and found 39. It was well worn and open, revealing at least 14 cards inside. I slipped three cards from Miss 39 into the bottom of the box by tilting the envelope, as though I was still looking. Then, I pulled it out and handed it to him.

"Thanks. I appreciate it. If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, I'll do whatever I can."

Looking over his shoulder I remembered the poster. The poses on the wall. So many to chose from. So many erotic positions of the Karma Sutra. My eyes wandered and then stopped. I smiled.

"Does Beth know the Happy Baby?"

...

I drove home in a good mood having found a new friend. A new best friend. Ken was almost more excited about my plan than I was. He even offered a few friendly suggestions, apparently finding a huge weight had been lifted with the 40 years in a federal prison now in my hands. I didn't tape them, so I felt a little less bothered by the legal implications. 

I did start to worry, however, driving next to a police officer, forcing my eyes ahead. The box was sitting next to me, reminding me of the consequences. What if Ken had a change of heart, telling the police I had some how been involved. Possession was nine tenths of the law. I saw my bank at the corner, just a few blocks from my home, and pulled in. Luckily, they were open from noon to 4pm on Saturdays. I had just made it. I upgraded my safety deposit box size and put the cards safely in a small safe with my passport and other knick knacks I felt compelled to store securely. I left feeling much better about the situation.

Walking out of the bank, Ken texted me. My new buddy. 

"She cant tomor. 10 tues. get here by 930. lemme know."

Well, it meant a personal day. I couldn't think of a better reason or anything more personal. I suppose Sunday was a little quick, Beth needing time to recover. Maybe even be a mother and wife for a day. Her priorities seemed a little off, so I couldn't begrudge her trying to make up for them - in her own mind.

I went home, regretting that I didn't take at least a couple envelopes to see what the subject matter was. But, I was in possession of a prized one, at home, inside the camera. Plus, I had the two recordings from Beth's bedroom. I had more material than I would have thought possible.

I ran inside like a kids running down the stairs to find their presents Christmas morning. I grabbed the memory card from the camera, seeing that it also had 30 gigs of storage. My mind was wild with thoughts and positions I was hoping to find Beth in. Almost sprinting to my computer. I slipped it in, waited for my computer to recognize it, and opened the folders.

One file. Dated today. Nothing more. I tried to be strong, like the boy telling his grandmother how much he loved the new lego set, even though he stopped playing with them years ago. I had to appreciate what I had. I brought the laptop computer up to my bedroom and watched, several times, the debauchery of the day. If it wasn't for the lotion, my penis probably would have caught fire.

Tuesday morning could not come quick enough for me. Despite going to bed somewhat late Monday, spending more time on prep work than I thought necessary, I woke up one hour before my alarm. My excitement was so great that I don't even know that I actually slept for more than two hours, lying in bed all night, thinking nervously about 10am. Six in the morning did not seem early when, in just four hours, my ex wife would be putting on a naked yoga show for me.

I sat at Denny's for about two hours, eager to get out of the house. It was going to be a grand slam of a morning, so I figured a grand slam meal was in order. I made sure everything was in order. Camera fully charged. Memory card clean and full. My outfit, soft and ready for easy access. My hair was perfect. My mind was focussed. I left a $50 bill, happy with the knowledge that the next couple of hours were going to be priceless.

Ken was all smiles when we met.

"Hey. Ready?"

He sounded as excited as I felt. We talked briefly, Ken showing me the bag of fresh supplies that he bought for the morning. We walked into the studio, looking things over, the layout, the matt that was much larger than yesterdays, positioned in just the right location. As we talked, Ken's phone chirped. We both looked at the screen. There was an icon of a woman, bent over, in a thong. I recognized Beth immediately. He read the text out loud.

"On my way. New Outfit! Hooray!! XOXO. E."

So, we had three overly excited parties, all for different reasons. Ken walked with me back to his office and into the walk-in closet. There in front of me was the 3 foot by 6 foot cutout that I stood behind a few days ago, watching Ken abuse Beth through a one way mirror. Ken looked also.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 04: Secret Shared



"Dude. That was nasty. The mirror."

Ken was referring to the semen I left behind for him to clean up, cumming all over Beth's clit as she pushed it against the mirror.

"Yea. Sorry. Won't do that again."

Chuckling slightly, Ken left me to my own thoughts in the quiet room. Thoughts of Beth and how she had changed so much over the years since I knew her. The suburban childhood, head to college, find a husband, and work in the school district life seemed far behind her. I don't think she was having an affair with the Ken the yoga man because she was sad, depressed, or lonely.

Beth did it for all of the opposite reasons. Because she was happy, beautiful, and full of life and energy. She thrived on the affair, loved how it reinforced her beauty. Her happiness with herself. The life an feelings that existed in addition to her married home. One didn't replace the other. They complimented each other. Beth lived for compliments.

Ken walked into the room. Despite my presence, he still moved himself through a yoga prep exercise, bending and flexing. Apparently wanting to give the impression that nothing today was different than any other day with Beth. Elizabeth. The bag along the wall told me everything was going to be different. The small speakers next to his phone were in place. After today, nothing would be the same.

I held the camera, waiting, ready. Seconds slowly ticked by. Finally, with the soft closing of the first door, I heard the loud opening of the second door. In walked Beth, radiant as ever, again in her long black down-filled coat. North Face might have been the brand for her, but I was more interested in Beth's South Butt.

"Hey, yoouuu..."

Beth held out her usual offering of coffees for the two of them, as though this was a business meeting and someone needed to supply the refreshments. Ken took them, putting them in their usual out of the way spot along the wall.

"Well, hello Ms Stunning Gorgeous. You look in incredible as usual.

Beth flung her blonde hair back, smiling, letting it fall purposefully over the back of her down coat. Her face look like she had once again come prepared for a modeling session, fully made up with ruby lips and eyeshadow providing a seductive, but definitely feminine appearance.

"Oh. Thanks. Your so sweet."

Ken had told me that Beth refused any sort of kissing. That, early on, she had made it clear that she just didn't want to, that it was her own little funny quirk and she hoped he didn't mind. I imagined it was her own way of keeping home life and affair life separate in a strange way. It had answered a question I walked away with earlier, wondering how, with all of that passion shared between them, I never saw them kiss in passion or when meeting. And, he was never told to call her anything other than Elizabeth.

"Well, Elizabeth, it's nothing but the truth."

Putting her purse down next to the coffees, Beth turned to Ken, seemingly about to burst with enthusiasm. Beneath her coat was obviously the new outfit she so desperately wanted to reveal. I held the camera, waiting for my cue.

"So...Do you want to see...?"

Ken looked at Beth, seeing the eager woman wanting the man in front of her to acknowledge her beauty. To enjoy her elegance. To reinforce the confidence that Beth walked around with.

"Oh...You bet I do. But, hang on, I've got something I want to try today."

Beth raised her eyebrows, interested in the something. Curious as to what it could be. Seeing the excitement in his eyes.

"Oh, you do, do you..."

Ken's face reassured her that it was definitely going to be something that she would enjoy. Because, if it made him this excited and interested in her, Beth was all in on providing the enthusiasm.

"Yea... So, today, I thought we'd do something a bit more...advanced..."

Beth smiled with eager anticipation.

"Oooh. Well, I do want to be advanced..."

Ken continued.

"It's like a yoga quiz. You go here..."

Ken moved Beth to the middle of a large matt in the center of the room. Beth looked back at the small mirror along the wall, almost longing for it, remembering it as her friend. But then she turned and remembered the larger mirror across from her and smiled. She would have a perfectly fine view of herself from the new location.

"...and I'll call out a pose. You, my pretty lady, see if you can do it..."

Beth smiled, teasing him.

"That's not very advanced, Mr. Yoga Man."

Ken grinned back.

"Well, I'll be playing some music and doing some things...to distract you..."

Beth seemed to be glowing with excitement.

"Oh, well, I think I might be able to manage your distractions..."

Ken was at the point of dropping the final challenge.

"Ah, I bet you can. But, will you be able to do it...blindfolded?"

Beth's face struggled to register the last statement. Her eyes seemed perplexed, wondering why she should wouldn't be able to look at herself. That seemed to be her biggest concern.

"Blindfolded? But...why?"

Ken moved his hands up to her eyes, holding them still.

"Because, if you can find your balance without seeing your balance...then you are...advanced..."

I had to admit, there was some definite reasoning behind his statement. I wasn't sure if Beth was going to buy it. But, I also guessed that any woman willing to have an affair and let herself be violated anally, to her, being blindfolded every once in a while would not break the bank sexually.

"Well, yoga man, that does sound advanced..."

Ken walked over to the bag and pulled out a blindfold. It was jet black, perfect to make sure a person could sleep soundly with no light reaching their eyes. Ken walked up to Beth while she looked at his little piece of equipment. With sparkling eyes, deep and blue, Beth tilted her head and seemed to whine.

"Do we have to...?"

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Beth still in her coat, Ken slowly turned her around. With demur like features, Beth complied, holding her chin high, closing her eyes. Ken gently placed the blindfold over her eyes, held the strings tight, and tied a friendly bow.

"How's this...?"

Beth moved her hands to her eyes, adjusting it, trying to lift up a corner and peak. It wasn't extremely easy, but she let some light in and looked out at him, tilting her head high as she looked under the blindfold.

"I can't see..."

And that was the point. Ken moved her hand away gently, magically holding up a second blindfold. It had been disguised with the first blindfold. He placed it up over the first blindfold, tying this one a bit more securely. He was not taking any chances.

"That's the point. And, no talking either from the woman with the beautiful bunnies...You just do exactly what I tell you.."

Ken walked away, backwards, leaving Beth to stand alone in silence. He bent down, picked up his phone, and hit play. Some type of electronic dance music flowed from the speakers, most likely a go to for Ken as he tried to energize and motivate his students. None of the soft, atmospheric new age mediation crap played by a group of granola eating people driving electric cars. This was my cue. I turned and walked out of the closet.

Initially, when my little plan came to light, I simply thought of another way to see my ex wife naked. I couldn't watch her remotely again, unless I basically asked my son to leave on the camera. Which, I almost did and might still. But, as I drove to meet Ken, it came to mind that it would be even better if I could switch places with Ken. It would be unforgettable. Unforgivable. I had to do it.

He would now be recording me, giving commands as I signaled him. Telling Beth which pose to perform, standing close with the camera as I moved back when it was his turn to speak. The music was meant to muffle any sound that might come from Ken walking around as he filmed us together. What was really fun, though, was looking at the chart of poses, Ken pointing to the ones Beth could perform. I gave Ken a list of ten, in order, figuring that would be plenty for my yoga lesson with Beth.

The hardest part, though, was preparing myself. I spent the night before shaving every, and I mean Every, part of my body. I had to stretch my ball sack, gently dragging the razor across it. My legs were the worst, not excessively hairy, but they seemed incredibly strong. It took almost a bottle and a half of shaving cream by the time I had finished my chest. I was glad I did it the night before, letting my skin recover from the raw feeling.

The point was, I had to feel like Ken. If I was going to pretend I was Ken, I couldn't show up with hairs in places he didn't have any. We were about the same height and both had a full head of hair. So, the hard part would not so much be how my skin felt, but probably the firmness of my chest. I had planned on leaving my clothes on and would have to make a point of flexing my muscles at the right point. Really, Beth just had to stay in her poses and I figured I should survive to live another day.

Softly, I turned the handle to the studio. Ken was stalling, trying to keep Beth in position.

"See...you can't even stand still on one leg without wobbling..."

Beth had both hands on her head, lifting her left foot off the ground in front of her. She certainly did have a bit of wobble. Beth put her leg back down and relaxed her arms. She complained in an exaggerated tone, condescending Ken for his statement.

"It's not that Easy, mister..."

I walked around to Ken, my soft movements drowned out by the music echoing through the room, bouncing off of the walls and wood floors. I crept next to him, standing ten feet away from Beth. Ken spoke, ready to start the yoga lesson.

"Maybe if you took your coat off.."

Beth exhaled a small laugh, flashing her bright teeth as she smiled at us.

"So...You want to see the new outfit I got...?"

Beth unzipped the front of her full length North Face coat. With a slow, deliberate downward motion, Beth kept her coat closed around her as the zipper slid free. Then, with a dramatic thrusting of her chest, Beth let the coat fall from her shoulders to the ground.

"Holy christ, Beth...That is so sexy..."

The lulu lemon mom stood in dark grey yoga pants that seemed more like skin hugging sweat pants. The didn't shrink wrap her skin, but instead hung close, hanging low on her hips and extending all of the way to her white shoes, bunching up slightly. They were very attractive, but displayed none of the intimate shapes and curves that came from the spandex type fit of some bottoms.

Her top, however, was nothing like the bottom. Beth wore a pale green leotard type yoga outfit, almost like a swimsuit, that was cut incredibly high around the sides of her hips. It gave the appearance of legs much longer than they actually were as the fabric rose high above the swell of her thighs. A large swatch of pale, white skin displayed itself between the low cut grey pants and high cut swimsuit.

The hole from her belly button was quite clear as the fabric pushed into her stomach. Higher, a low, swooping cleavage created a "u" type shape as the fabric struggled to maintain the large, engorged, nursing breasts in place. At least one inch of Beth's breast was visible at the low end of her cleavage, increasing their exposure dramatically as the fabric raced up to her shoulder to form a small, half in strap. 

Stretching, the suit material was unable to hide the dark areolas that lay almost in the middle of Beth's chest. About 2 inches of round breast meat swelled below her nipples, nipples that protruded in a well defined manner directly towards Ken and I. Her breasts didn't sag or droop, proud and firm from the milk stores of a nursing mother. Beth looked unequivocally irresistible in the outfit.

"Should I show you the back...?"

Beth didn't wait for an answer. She wanted to show the back. She knew Ken wanted to see the back. With a slight hesitation because of the blindfolds, Beth carefully turned around. If the front was sexy, the back was pornographic.

A small half inch strap of pale green material raced up between Beth's bleached white ass, barely covered by the low hanging yoga pants. Essentially, the lower part of her leotard was a thong, rising from her bottom and forming a "y" that trailed over her lower back dimples. The fabric swooped up her sides, forming a typical bra strap appearance at the top. The entire lower middle section of Beth's back was exposed, as though a large circle of fabric had been removed.

"Wow...I bet your butt looks incredible..."

Beth wiggled, moving her hands to the back of her pants. With a quick downward motion, Beth folded the top of her pants down. I stared at the brief exposure, marveling at the smooth, flawless appearance. The perfect symmetry of her globes, completely exposed as the thong lay hidden beneath her squished butt cheeks. As quickly as her butt appeared, it disappeared. Beth's little flash had served it's purpose. I was raging hard.

"Did it...?" Beth said, giggling like a 16 year old who was exposing herself to her boyfriend for the first time.

Ken held firm with the camera, catching all of Beth's movements. But, he still maintained the interaction, responding to her. 

"Jesus...yea..."

Beth held her hands behind her head, arching her back, flexing her butt. The grey fabric around her ass tilted to one side, then the other in rhythm to the music. Beth was excited to be showing off her new outfit...

"So...it makes my butt look good...?"

Beth turned back gently to the camera. Grinning. Proud that her outfit had been so well received, though there really never was much of doubt in her mind. Ken gave her the perfect response.

"Your butt makes your butt look good..."

Beth relished the statement, rewarding Ken for it. Letting him know that she was his to enjoy. Mine to enjoy.

"Well...it's ready for yoga..."

The initial shock was fading from my eyes. The shock of watching my ex wife reveal herself in front of me, ready for whatever I asked, or rather, Ken asked her to do. I felt my freshly shaved body tingle in anticipation, hearing Beth's willingness to start.

"Now...I'll say a pose, and you have to hold it. No matter what I do, you can't release it..."

Beth stood erect, mocking a person at attention.

"Ooooh. No matter what...?" Her voice raised in a teasing manner.

Ken answered. 

"No matter what. I'll simply be observing...and maybe...inspecting..."

Beth licked her lips.

"Inspecting, huh...I wonder if I'll pass..."

Beth ran her hands over her chest. Ken's voice softened, unable to hide his arousal from the erotic display.

"And no talking or asking for help. I'm going to be perfectly silent, and you better be too..."

Beth pursed her lips, trying to pout.

"Perfectly...?"

Ken responded in an equally teasing manner.

"Well, you can let out a little noise...if you really need to..."

Beth arched her chest and ran her hands along her hips, slightly worming her body.

"Ooh...that's good...I might make a little noise..."

Beth moved her ass back and forth with a bit more drama to the beat of the music. She moved her hands over her eyes again, making one final adjustment. Ken wasn't going to get into any more dialogue. He once again put all of his attention onto recording. He looked at me, smiling. I nodded.

"Alright. Here we go. Upward Salute."

Beth tilted her head slightly, briefly letting the pose form in her mind. Picturing it, Beth brought her knees and feet together, standing perfectly straight. Slowly, she placed her palms together in front of her, like a prayer. Her cleavage bulged outward from the pressure. Then, gradually, she moved her hands over her head, high, stretching out her body. Ken filmed her perfect form, breasts rising, desperate to spill our of her leotard.

After letting myself take in Beth's beauty and allowing Ken time to capture the pose, I moved in. Beth sensed the movement, feeling the matt flex from my walking. I could sense her eyes looking for me, straining against the black fabric before her. Her chest was rising and falling, anticipating the interaction. I could smell her hair, see the soft ridges of her lips, enjoy the light blush in her cheeks. I moved my hands up and softly placed my hands on the side of her face..

"Uuuhhh."

Beth inhaled abruptly at the contact, her body jolting at the touch of my fingertips. She expected it, but could not prepare for what she couldn't see. Her mouth opened as she sucked in her breath. My thumbs brushed her cheeks as my fingers moved into her hair, touching her ears. My thumbs moved over her ear lobes, allowing my fingers to gently massage them. A standard move during our marriage, a source of erotic pleasure for Beth.

Beth exhaled deeply with the touching. I so desperately wanted to lean in and kiss her. Return to our pre-divorce bliss. Instead, I settled for tracing my fingers across her lips, feeling her tongue slip out and gently lick me. Gently running my hands along her soft throat, feeling the pulsing artery, the life moving through her body.

I bent lower, feeling the warm, firm swells of her exposed chest. Beth shuttered softly, hands still high, stretching her breasts upwards. I let my fingers run over the fabric, feeling her fullness, sensing the hard nipples beneath my fingers. I swallowed hard, cupping the base of her chest gently, rubbing my fingers over the large dark circles that lay exposed behind the thin material. Clearly seeing the pointed nub, folded against the fabric. My fingers pinched gently to my thumb, feeling the rubber tip as I gently squeezed. The source of her motherly fluids. 

The firmness of her breasts was surprising. Feeling their dough-like pliability, Beth's chest reminded me of how a grapefruit always returned to form after a gentle squeeze. Beth was clearly full of milk. I wondered how long it had been since she last nursed. I knew it would not be long before she nursed again. I moved my nose into her chest, reached behind her with my hands, and began to smell her motherly scent.

As my hands found the soft globes of flesh, running my hands over her yoga pants, I inhaled. The distinct smell of a nursing breast filled my nostrils as warm skin softly pushed into my face. I kissed the bottom of her cleavage, squeezing the lower flesh of her butt. My tongue licked, tasting her skin, tracing a line to her left areola, liking it through the fabric. I opened my mouth, wrapping it around the fabric that stretched against her chest.

I moved further to the left, finding her exposed skin, slipping my tongue under the fabric. The soft meat of her tit flexed under the pressure. I pushed inside, unable to reach her nipple, but satisfied with the invasion. My head slipped lower, tracing the path of the fabric, moving away from the rolls of her breast and into the softness of her stomach. When I angled down towards her pelvis and reached her yoga pants, Beth's body shivered, sensing the closeness to her erogenous zone.

My hands slid to the top of her pants and slipped inside, moving over the tremendous mounds of flesh that defined her bottom. They were so warm, so smooth, and so incredibly arousing. My penis flexed inside my own pants, pushing against the fabric. I dragged my nose into her belly button, prodding it. I licked her stomach, sliding down, dragging down her yoga pants with my hands over her round butt cheeks.

Ken had moved behind Beth, capturing the appearance of her ass. My hands cupped her butt cheeks, opening them, exposing her center as Ken knelt down and aimed up. He stayed off of the matt and the music hid his presence. My head backed away, focussing on Beth's pussy now that her pants hung just below her ass.

Beth's thong like leotard providing a shocking narrow strip of fabric down the front. White, smooth skin ended dangerously close to a clearly defined mound of pale green fabric at the base of her pubic bone. There was not a hair in sight with skin as blemish free as her face, white as her stomach. I moved my right hand to the top of her camel toe, rubbing the fold of skin where her clit lay deep in her folds. Beth welcomed the touching, gently cooing with her hands held high.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 04: Secret Shared



As I rubbed, I noticed what was missing. I could see no trace of the dark landing strip that Beth had recently sculpted. Soft, smooth skin seemed to lay just beneath the fabric. I slid my left fingers deftly under the fabric, below her belly button, and found nothing but baby bottom skin. Beth had shaved herself bald. Beth shuttered at the intimate inspection. I throbbed.

Pulling my hands away, slipping them around to her ass again, my mouth kissed Beth's camel toe. Smelled her scent. Felt the rise of her flesh with my tongue. My fingers moved towards the center of her butt, waiting for the historical push back from Beth as her own hands forced mine away. Instead, they were allowed to explore, finding the thin strip of fabric, feeling the textured skin that surrounded her anus. Ken focussed as I pulled away the fabric and revealed it.

Another flinch from Beth as I touched her forbidden zone. Her "poop hole." Her "bunny hole." Her "Don't touch me there" hole. But now, in the arms of whom she thought was her young, hot yoga instructor, Beth remained silent. I gently felt the puckered opening, relishing Beth's biological center. She was allowing it. Seeming to enjoy it. My mind pictured it. My fingers felt it. My eyes longed for it. I pulled away, admiring the small damp patch I had just created.

Twisting Beth, she obediently rotated her body, presenting me her brilliant white ass. My fingers pushed into it, watching her flesh wiggle. My erection pulsed as I felt her fullness, rubbing her entire shape. Her thong was buried between her cheeks, creating a naked bottom appearance. My face pushed into her flesh, kissing the soft flesh. Smelling it. 

My right thumb found the top of her thong, hooking into it. I slid my hand, pulling the material away from her ass, watching it peel out of her crack. My head looked low as I opened her bottom and saw my object of desire for so many years. I leaned into her folds and pushed my tongue onto it, licking her tight little pucker, tasting and smelling her dirt.

Beth allowed the oral stimulation of her rectum. I sensed her body push into me, trying to maintain her balance. Her butt hole clenched shut as though trying to protect itself from an unexpected visitor. I pictured her yelling, telling me how happy she was to divorce me as I violated her. When my initial lust was satisfied, I backed away, releasing her thong, watching it stretch back into position. I had just licked my ex-wife's asshole. Life was good.

Ken was now behind me. I slid off the matt, eager to proceed. Fast forwarding in my mind to the various objectives I had for each pose. I knew I could accomplish them all in one, but certain positions held certain advantages. Certain areas became more visual, more accessible, more sexual. More demeaning. I nodded to Ken who was now next to me.

"I think you passed inspection...How about a...Downward Dog."

Beth smiled at the expected request. It was in the top of any obscene yoga pose list. Beth's pants still hanging below her butt, providing the erotic appearance of a woman in the middle of undressing. Revealing herself in a way that seemed voyeuristic and unplanned. Squatting, Beth slid her palms across the floor towards us while lifting her thonged butt high.

Her ass had reached its apex. The swell and curve from her bottom created a geometrically perfect half of a figure eight, split by her green thong. Ken moved to the other side, zooming in on the spread ass, capturing the fold and shape of her pussy as it pressed into the thin material. I leaned forward, running my palms up her arms and into her shoulders. I kneeled before her, running my hands around the side of her body, finding the swells of her chest.

My fingers slid under the edge of her leotard, pushing it away from her chest. Sliding my hand under the fabric, I felt the warmth of her milk production. The rough skin of her maternal areolas lay beneath my molesting digits, the long nipple dragging in between my knuckles. I kneaded her chest, pushing into it. I smelled her hair, kissing the back of her head as I molested her.

After the brief exploration of her boobs, I slipped my hands back out. Running them back over her chest, I found the inside edge of fabric and pulled her cleavage open. Her breast spilled out, hanging free beneath her. I ran my hands on the underside of them, making sure they were completely free from the bra portion of her leotard. I pulled on her nipples, tweaking them, milking them. Letting go, Ken captured the inverted cleavage, boobs hanging low in front of Beth's face.

Standing, I moved a leg on either side of Beth's side, straddling her back. I ran my hands over the shape of her ass, pulling it open vulgarly. Ken was back in position, once again capturing her butt crack. I looked down, seeing the obscenity as the ring of brown skin that surrounded her asshole was exposed. The width of the fabric was barely wide enough to hide it as crescent shapes of puckered lips lay exposed to my leering eyes.

I saw none of the anal hairs that Beth displayed over the weekend. My fingers slid across the intimate skin that lay along the inside of her butt cheeks, feeling the baby smooth surface. The folds and opening of Beth's vagina was dramatically outlined, giving the appearance that Beth's pussy was green. My finger rubbed over her poop hole, massaging it, preparing Beth for the exposure.

Ken was as close to the matt as he could be. I don't think it mattered with his zoom lens. Knowing that he was ready, with Beth bent pornographically, tits hanging free, I grabbed her thong and pulled it wide, exposing her freshly shaved pussy and asshole.

"Mmmmmnnn..."

I groaned, pushing my erection into Beth's back as my eyes were reunited with her spread vagina. Only while giving birth did I ever see Beth in such a humiliating position. Her labias were a dark red, hormonal from her age and nursing. The lips of her vagina had been stretched from multiple births, showing their mileage as they flared open. The center of her birth opening glistened, preparing itself for fertilization.

With the fabric of her thong having found a new home along the side of her pale ass, my fingers rubbed into her pussy, caressing it, distorting it for the camera. I pressed the top of her vagina, squeezing the fold that protected her clit. Beth chirped at the stimulation, sagging slightly as her body reacted. My fingers found the edges of her lips and pulled her vagina open, providing a clear and direct view of her birth canal for Ken.

My head lowered and began to lick the "y" at the top of her butt where her cheeks formed at the top. I licked it, sliding my tongue forward towards her bunny hole. I was going to look for a rabbit, see if any members of the rabbit family were home. My hands slid lower along the inside of her things as I licked the firm bone beneath the slit of her bottom. I smelled her aroma before I tasted it, recognizing the scent of her bottom. My tongue found her anal opening. Her bunny hole.

My eyes looked up at the camera with my tongue extended, pushing into her asshole. Beth relaxed slightly, sensing the pressure, causing her butt hole to open. I continued my licking, tasting her, pushing into her rectum. My finger slid over her damp pussy, penetrating her warmth, enjoying the violation. I stood up, looking at the wetness that now surrounded her core biology. With a gentle swat, I stepped over Beth.

"Ooohhh..."

I walked to Ken, admiring her pose from the rear. Her butt hole was flexing open, breathing at odd intervals. I couldn't imagine a more degrading position for a woman, but somebody else did. There were other yoga poses to walk through. Ken spoke.

"Another pass...impressive...How about, um, Cow Pose..."

It was not a flattering name, and Beth grunted slightly at the words. But, she was a trooper and said nothing. Beth bent her knees, almost collapsing from her position. The yoga pants now hung at Beth's knees and the leotard thong had stretched back into position along the center of her crack. Beth remained upright on her knees, tits hanging out. Then, leaning forward, she place the palms of her hands on the ground, arched her back, and placed her head high, looking forward. I could tell it was not her favorite position from the smirk and slightly shaking head. Beth, the lactating mother, was a cow.

The purpose of this pose had to be obvious to Beth as her chest hung low, inviting anyone to start milking if they had a bucket. I moved to her front, kneeling before her. Beth sensed my presence and grinned. I held my nose inches from her, teasing her with my presence. Carefully, I slid my arms between hers, turning up my fingers. As they approached her nipples that were aiming straight down, I began to wiggle my fingertips as quickly as I could, tapping rhythmically on the fatty tissue, the utters that hung below her.

Beth's body twitched at the unexpected presence on her nipples. The light drumming, beating on her ducts, stimulating the engorged lobules that lay deep inside the anatomy of her breasts. My palms pushed up, allowing my thumb and finger to encircle her flesh, squeezing it gently, tugging carefully. The firm pockets of milk were easy to find and my fingers massaged them in hopes of releasing their fluid. And it succeeded. Small droplets formed, wetting my palms.

Stopping the manipulations, I rolled onto my back and slid under Beth's chest. Her hands moved wide to provide the space for my shoulders. Her breasts dripped several inches above my mouth. I put some pressure on the top of her head with my hands, pushing the cow low into a milking posture. Adjusting my open mouth, I lined it up with her descending tit. As the nipple gently inserted into my mouth, I began to breastfeed from Beth, the cow.

"Oh...Fuck..." 

Milk erupted into my mouth. Beth moaned with pleasure and excitement at the orgasmic release in her breast. She provided a heavy stream of liquid, more than I anticipated, and I swallowed hard. I slid my hands up to my chin, cupping the breast that was feeding me. Milking Beth. Forcing her nectar into my mouth. For five minutes I just lay there, swallowing her fluid hard, gulping it down. I would occasionally hold my mouth open, letting Ken film the stream of fluid that sprayed each time I squeezed her tit.

Satisfied, I backed away. When I turned over, Beth's face was flushed a slightly deeper red. Her mouth hung open. I was hard and ready to cum. I kneeled before her, pulled down my pants, and slowly started to stroke myself in front of her.

I didn't think she could hear my rubbings with the music playing, but she must have smelled or sensed my penis. Her mouth opened, expecting me to slide it into her mouth and let me suck. I moved closer, inches away, jerking off gently. Her tongue slid out, looking for my flesh. I moved forward and touched the head of my penis with her tongue.

I expected her to jump back. Instead she lurched forward, trying to slip it between her lips. I backed away, teasing her, watching her mouth try to close around it. She leaned back, smiling, licking her lips, waiting for another chance. She opened her mouth and waited like an obedient puppy.

Again I moved forward, holding my erection firm. Closer, inches away, thinking of the last blowjob she gave me years ago. It was nothing so erotic, so incredibly pornographic. Beth merely slid under the dark covers and completed her job because she was on her period. Now, she was going to do it for fun. As my tip entered her mouth, I thrust forward.

Beth gagged at the intrusion. It only took a moment for her to recover, like a pro. Beth started bobbing her mouth, letting me fuck her face. Her skills improved immensely since we divorced. The tongue around my penis swirled, the cheeks sucked hard, the throat let me slide deep. I held the back of her head and pumped for a few quick strokes. As erotic as it was, this was not the pose I had planned for orgasm. I chose that one carefully, specifially for my final thrust. I slid back, noticing Ken as he got a clear shot of the angle. Beth's tongue was licking the air, searching for the lost friend.

Back off the matt, lost in breath, I stood with my dick out while Ken held the camera a bit longer. Beth was still convinced I would return, probing with her head and open mouth, teeth glaring at us. Tits hanging below. We both found it highly erotic, though I was the only one with a glistening erection. I had never exposed myself in front of another guy, but for Beth, I could make an exception.

"Of...fuck...Elizabeth...Camel..."

Ken did an excellent job simulating that he was close to orgasm. Beth did an excellent job showing her incredulity at the request.

"Camel...seriously...?"

I don't know if it was because of the position, or because she didn't quite remember how to do it, or that she couldn't do it well. Whatever the reason, she didn't let us know. Instead, after a moment of gathering her thoughts, Beth erected herself onto her knees, slowly leaned her body back, inching her hands along her calfs to her ankles. When she reached them, Beth arched her back, tilted back her head, and thrust her chest into the air.

Beth was a two humped camel with one large toe straining against the fabric at her crotch. It was disgustingly erotic. I walked up to her, unable to control myself as I put my right foot by her knee and my left by her back ankle. Moving my penis into her chest, I lowered my butt in between her breasts. I was in her saddle, one hand on each breast. Each hump of the camel. Beth let out a surprised exclamation.

"Oh..god..."

It was not what she expected. My front hand moved my penis into her wet nipple, fresh from lactating. Our mutual erections rubbed each other. Having performed the degrading move, I backed away and kneeled next to Beth's left breast, still full of her milk. I looked at it in a fully stretched position, feeling the hard glands along the sides. Squeezing it. Watching the small drips turn into large streams as I squeezed it. The camel was not dry.

I leaned in, suckling, running my right hand over her stomach. Lower it went as I drank, rubbing her camel toe, feeling the folds behind the fabric. I slipped my fingers inside, fingering her wetness, probing it. Penetrating it. Beth was more appreciative of this move, pushing her pelvis out, arching her back harder.

My hand slid lower, pushing the thong away from her ass. Stretching it, I ran my finger into her damp asshole and toyed with it while I drank. Gently probed, throbbing at her allowance of the intrusion. Her walls inhaled my finger, easily letting it slip past the second knuckle, sucking me into her bowels. I pushed harder, letting my fist bottom out on her hard butt bone.

"Not so deep..."

It was a soft, simple request. I was not being careful and apparently, in this position, touched a highly uncomfortable spot. Her bowels seemed to jerk as she said this, and I felt masses and bulges inside of her that I could not explain. I had taken advantage of the situation and probed deeper than I had ever probed a woman before.

Letting my finger slide out, my hand slipped away from her ass. I lifted my mouth, once again satisfied with the fluids that I was able to drink from Beth. I stood, holding my erection, ready for the final moment. I pushed her forehead back slightly, getting a better angle for my erection. And then, a devious thought hit me.

I turned around, holding open my butt, and positioned it over Beth's face. My balls hung low, sagging towards her nose, gently brushing them against it. Beth extended her tongue, expecting to find an erection. Instead, she unexpectedly found an asshole flexing open as best I could, pushing into her wildly open mouth. Her head turned violently.

"Whoa...hey...warn me...that's not nice..."

I stood gently, letting her recover. When her head was back in position, I stroked her hair lovingly. Again lowering myself, Beth was better prepared. Instead of a wet tongue, I felt a soft pucker of lips, gently kissing. Then, she began a slow tickle, flicking the center of my anus. As her probings increased, I began to masturbate.

It was not going to take long. My asshole found that her nose was a better target, hard and erect. I began to rub into it, flexing my opening around the round ball at the end. I was rubbing harder, ready. Quickly I turned around to Beth's wide open mouth. I pushed myself into it, wanting the last few finishing strokes to be provided by her.

I balanced myself on her chest, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them. Kneading them as I fucked her face. The spraying milk was the last straw. I exploded into Beth's throat, spraying semen into her inverted head. Ejaculating in rhythm to her lactating breasts. I groaned hard and loud.

"Uuuuggghhhh...cummminggg..."

I could only hope it was generic enough that Beth would bite my dick off. Luckily, it was blended with the music and violent slurping of her mouth. Beth's throat gulped causing her adams apple to violently slide. My body lurched again, like a dry heave, orgasming into her warm mouth. Beth coughed, spitting up cum around the edges of my penis. She was clearly not used to swallowing upside down.

As my squeezing of breasts stopped, slowing her mammary cum, so did the ejaculations from my penis. A trail of semen dripped down her cheeks and into her hair, like drool from a dog. I slipped back and fell away, onto the ground, spent from the release. Beth felt my collapse and rolled over, finding my penis with her mouth. She lay on her side, milking the semen from my limp penis. The camel ride was over. 

I looked down at my ex wife, wondering what the odds were that something like this could happen. I probably had a better chance of winning the lottery. My new best friend zoomed in on the tender moment between and ex wife and ex husband. I rubbed the top of her head, loving her. If I did have to choose between my dick in Beth's mouth or the lottery, I'd have taken her mouth.



A Secret Revealed Pt. 05: Secret Shared Ch. 02



My ex wife Beth and I lay together in the middle of the yoga studio, my soft penis in her suckling mouth. Blindfolded, with her yoga instructor filming, I had just received the wildest camel ride of my life. Even upside down, Beth gave amazing blowjobs. The excitement factor was probably magnified just a tad since she had no idea it was not her yoga instructor she was pleasuring, that instead, it was her ex husband.

Sure, I had caught Ken in a compromising position filming one of his students unaware. And, yes, I forced him to hand over all recordings. Turned out he had a guilty conscience, handing me a box of at least 100 girls that he had been recording over the years. So, I convinced him to convince Beth to wear a blindfold to their next session. The rest, as they say, is history.

Ken was doing an excellent job documenting history in the making. He was running the camera, still capturing the my tender moment with Beth. I slowly rolled to my side, slipping out of her mouth. Beth hadn't cum, but she had done quite a bit of work. Yoga was apparently a bit more involved than I had initially suspected, especially naked.

I was worried that sitting on her face was not a good idea, not without at least a little heads up. A friendly warning that an asshole was about to meet her extended tongue rather than a hard penis. I moved my body away, ready to run for the door if she began to lift her blindfolds. Pulling up my pants as I stood, I saw that I was in the clear. Beth was simply organizing her outfit, tucking in her boobs to get comfortable. She figured they would not be needed anymore after the recent abuse.

"Jesus, Ken...where did that come from."

Ken didn't disappoint. He sounded fresh off an incredible orgasm.

"Holy shit, Elizabeth...that was so incredible...I don't know...you just looked so fucking hot..."

He was aiming for her weak spot. Her hotness. Beth was kicking off her yoga pants, apparently tired of their restraining her. I took it as a good sign.

"That was certainly pretty advanced..."

Ken looked down at me, grinning.

"Yea...but...I'll make it up to you...the next phase is...well, all for you..."

Beth was wiping the stray cum off of her mouth, or perhaps the anal slime. Then, she rubbed her nose, sniffing.

"After where my nose was, it better..."

Ken reassured her.

"I swear. I'll make it easy for you now...and for me..OK?"

Both of us seemed to be fully recovered. I was ready for my next task, re-energized. And Beth was ready to be the next ask.

"OK. Fine."

Beth stood still, waiting, satisfied that now was going to be her time.

"Wait... Stand still a second. There is something...I need to get rid of..."

I wasn't sure what he meant. I looked at him, waiting for him to move or adjust something. He looked back at me, pretending to peel something off of his shoulders. I got the hint. Ken wanted me to strip Beth. I liked the feeling of being able to perpetually undress her, but I guess I could settle for her being completely nude. One must compromise every now and then.

Ken walked around to her front while I stepped behind her, hands on her shoulders. With simple movements, I lowered her leotard from her shoulders, letting her breasts hang free in front of her. Over her stomach I pulled it while she kept her hands by her side, letting herself be disrobed. Grabbing the sides of the fabric, I peeled the thong from between her white bottom and down her legs into a small pile. Beth stepped out of it.

Returning to Ken's side, it was now safe for him to speak. Beth seemed to be waiting for a response, knowing that her little surprise was proudly displayed for our lusting eyes. It wasn't the dark anuses on her breasts, indicating her hormonal body state that excited us. It was the pale skin that was smooth, clear, and without a single tan line the made my erection slowly return. It was the smooth, baby fresh appearance of her shaved pussy.

"Wow...you look so much younger shaved like that...I can't believe it..."

She did look younger. The meat of her pussy was hidden between her legs, so the red and pink folds of skin lay hidden. We merely saw the front, the tight folds, the slight bulge of her clit as she stood before us. The shaved skin was smooth, stubble free, obviously done with a sharp razor that did not drag or burn. 

"I know...doesn't it? I didn't think I'd ever like it, but now that I did it, I can't believe how good it looks...and feels..."

Beth slowly rubbed her pubic mound, feeling her smoothness. Before Ken could call out the next pose, I walked up, once again placing myself behind her. I slid my hands over her swollen chest, into her stomach, and rubbed over her bald pussy. Beth didn't follow the rules, speaking.

"Mmmm...nice, huh...?"

I remained silent, finding her clit with my middle finger, gently rubbing it. Beth slouched gently, trying to push out her clit. My left hand rubbed her ass, preparing Beth for her time. I made a hushing sound in her ear, reminding her. 

"Oohhh...I forgot...no talking..."

After my brief masturbation of her, stirring her juices, I walked back to Ken after quickly poking my fingers into her butt hole. Beth jumped slightly.

"Oohhch..."

I nodded to Ken. He give Beth her directions.

"So, since you now have such a pretty pussy...you must be...a cat..."

Beth laughed at his little joke. Smiling like a teenager, having just been told a cute boy likes her, Beth got down on her hands and knees. It was certainly degrading as her boobs, full of milk for her 16 month old daughter, hung below her body. But, it was much more comfortable than her camel pose. And, she was guessing that it would not involve a blow job. Even if I wanted to, and I did want to, I could not get hard.

Beth curved her back upwards, lifting her stomach, and hung her head low. The cheeks of her butt flexed together, hiding all signs of her butt hole. Blonde hair covered her face as she tilted it inwards. Softly, I could hear Beth pretend to purr, completing the pose.

I sat back, recovering, as Ken took over the show. He circled the nude mother in front of him, filming in high definition every intimate crevice and feature she had. The dark, swollen nipples of a hormonal mother. The smooth, creamy thighs of a woman who keeps herself out of the sun. A round, taught ass of a girl who frequents the yoga studio. The blonde hair of a lady who keeps herself beautiful. Ending at her ass, Ken spoke.

"Now, flex."

Ken had told Beth he would only speak out commands. And then inspect, as needed. I was inspecting, and for this pose, I did so from a distance. Beth dropped down her back, arching hard, flaring out her butt like a baboon. Displaying her red and pink pussy, hormonal and horny. Her head went up, proud and noble, like a cat walking purposeful through a room. But, my inspections focussed on her now bulging asshole, flexing as she pushed to create a forceful arch.

"Relax."

Beth left the position, returning to her original state. Her butt cheeks squeezed together again, hiding my focal point. Beth's chest jiggled into position, swinging slightly.

"Flex."

Again Beth arched her back, this time trying harder to force up her ass. Again, her asshole seemed to be erupting. The dimples at the base of her back seemed to cave in on themselves. The folds of her vagina separated, revealing the pink tunnel leading to her ovaries. I felt my penis flex at the sight, gathering up the troops in hopes of battling again.

Ken repeated the commands a couple more times, moving around her. Letting the suburban housewife degrade herself willingly for the man before her. Desperate to maintain her youth. Feeing of the confidence that attracting a man 10 years younger generated. Beth just kept flexing open her ass, unaware of the camera circling her nakedness, happy to be the center of attention. When satisfied, Ken stopped filming the insecure mother of two.

"Wow. That's a sexy looking cat. Now, how about...A Happy Baby..."

Beth laughed. It oddly appropriate with her pubescent looking pussy. And was going to be an easy one for all parties involved. I prepared myself for an inspection.

"Happy Baby...ha!"

Sitting on her butt, Beth lay back and lifted her knees into the air, spreading her legs. Then, without any hint of modesty, she spread her legs wide like she was giving birth and rocked backwards. Her hands found the bottom of her feet and she pulled against them, flexing open her pussy obscenely. Laying back, the position was complete. Everyone was happy with the baby before us. Again Ken circled Beth in a wildly pornographic positioned.

"You don't sound like a happy baby..."

Ken was breaking his no talk rule. It had been almost 30 minutes, and some of the initial discipline we had was wearing off. Beth just followed along, smiling, pulling on her toes, flexing the bald vagina to reveal every lip, every glistening pink fold to the camera above. Ken even walked on the matt, spread open her pussy with his left hand while aiming the camera into her birth canal with his right.

"Does the baby want her pussy licked?"

Ken lifted the camera, pointing it to the cooing woman before him. The woman with brown anuses on her breasts, swollen, nipples extending long and proud. Beth leaned forward, trying to look at Ken behind her blindfold. Ken aimed the camera right at her face, capturing the erotic scene as Beth simulated a child's voice.

"Oohh...baby want pussy...licked..."

Ken ran his free hand up to Beth's chest. Pushing a breast towards the leaning face, Ken aimed one of the dark areolas towards the pouting lips.

"Then baby needs to nurse herself..."

The fullness of Beth's chest allowed the nipple to reach her face that was bent forward. Ken ran a nipple along her lips, capturing Beth rooting for her own breast. With a mouth open wide, Beth's tongue found the puckered areola and put her lips onto it. She began to suckle.

I wanted to walk forward and help, but Ken seemed to have things under control for the moment. He pushed the underside of her breast, helping release whatever milk remained. Beth's flow was not as strong as before, having already nursed me. But, she found some for herself. Ken continued.

"Open your mouth...let me see..."

Beth held open her mouth, rolling her tongue around her nipple as Ken pushed into her breast. A stream sprayed into her throat force Beth to gulp, almost sounding like a gurugle with her mouth open wide.

"Good baby...now keep nursing..."

Ken slid free while, for a brief moment, Beth's chest stayed in position from her sucking. It was just long enough for Ken to stand back and capture the depravity. When her tit finally broke the suction and flopped forward, an arch of milk sprayed through the air. I took it as my cue to move forward.

I thought down dog might be excessive, but this pose was incredibly graphic and revealing. I bent towards the waiting vagina, staring at the asshole Beth was introducing to the world around us. It looked like I needed to diaper her, the mom with leaking breasts bulging between her elbows. It was ironic.

I placed my hands on the bottom of her butt, leaned forward, and began to lick her clit like I did hundreds of times before. Probably thousands. I recognized her sweet taste instantly. And, I recognized the form and texture of Betsy, despite the lack of hair. I hadn't lost my touch.

"Oh yea..."

Beth pulled against her feet, moving them like the happy baby she was. Faster I licked, rewarding her for the time she spent on me. My fingers roamed up her butt, feeling the shape, moving to the center. Finder her asshole, looking up with my eyes, watching her legs wriggle with the stimulation. Her mouth was puffed open, happy with the new feelings coming from between her legs. 

Usually, when married, Beth would sometimes lie back for thirty minutes as the feelings built up inside of her. But as I licked her clit, tasting her juices, starting to slide my finger into her asshole, I could tell she had cut her time down significantly. Just like the industrial revolution, Beth's sexual revolution discovered new processes and techniques to make things better.

The baby was getting a bit too happy. I did not want to miss the next couple of poses due to her early release, so I lifted my mouth from her slit, wiggling my finger deep in her rectum as her vagina took a breath. I beth my finger, curling it into her vaginal tunnel, peaking at the distorted flesh inside of her vagina. White from stretching. Straightening it out once more, I began to slowly fuck Beth up her ass with it.

The baby just lay still before me as my finger slid in and out. Her asshole was gripping me substantially, caving in on itself when I pushed, bulging out like a volcano when I pulled. Ken tapped me on my shoulder, handing me the bottle of oil from his bag, already opened. I took it and began to squeeze a liberal amount around my finger. Beth shook at the urine like flow, appreciating it.

"Yea...that's better..."

Beth was no longer following the "don't talk" rule. I didn't mind at all, as long as I could remain silent. The oil made my probings easier, allowing me to push deeper into Beth at a faster paste. Beth would flex her legs with each push, helping me finger fuck her. I paused a couple time, curious with the various forms and features I found deep in her rectum. I found a soft, round bulge and pushed into it. Beth almost shouted.

"Oh my god...Ken...don't touch that..."

I slid my finger back, returning my mouth to her clit, trying to distract her from the invasive probing. My finger had just found a small formation inside Beth that was seemingly off limits and unsanitary. As her body moved into my mouth, happy with the return visit, I moved my finger deep again. It pushed into the warm material. Beth jolted, but held her feet firm. I took it to be a classic case of "no" means "yes."

"Oh...god...that's my poop...ugh..."

Beth moaned at the internal probing, no longer shocked at surprised from the odd feeling. It was like when she ate sushi for the first time, revolted at the texture with her first bite. But then the taste and flavor sank into her body, and she loved it ever since. My finger rubbed hard into the material.

"Oh...wait...I need to...wait,.."

I understood exactly what she meant, having been given the order numerous times by her years ago. Her orgasm was rising too fast and her mind wasn't ready to process it. Beth needed to be all in for her orgasm. I had satisfied the purpose of her current yoga pose and backed away. My finger slid free with faint traces of material on it. I smelled Beth's core biology, my viagra. I was hard and was probably going to have an erection for the next four hours.

"Oh my god...that was so...bad..."

Ken smiled as I smelled.

"So...speaking of bad...how about...Garland..."

Beth didn't smile this time. Her body was on cruise control, knowing that if the pace was kept up, a massive orgasm was imminent.

"Garland...whoa..."

Beth didn't stand or go through whatever pre-pose routine was required. Beth merely squatted low with knees bent and spread wide. Bringing her palms together, Beth looked like she was praying while taking a dump, if women did such things.

Ken moved low, aiming at the hanging folds of skin that now flared out below Beth. The position could have been called the snail walk if Beth's pussy was able to touch the ground. Instead, it hung six inches above the matt. After his brief circle, making sure to capture the poop hole that seemed about ready to poop, Ken moved to my side.

"God, you are sexy..."

After an appropriate delay, I lay behind Beth and moved my head towards her squatting ass. My eyes looked back, watching the pale white butt that was spread wide. Beth felt my forehead press against her waiting cheeks and lifted them, clearing a passage. Her vaginal folds looked like short curtains, hanging around her opening. When my mouth slid past both holes, Beth lowered slightly. I began to lap her clit.

"Unnggmmmm..."

I had hit the spot. Beth rocked her squatted body back and forth, moving into my licking tongue. I felt her hard pebble rolling along my tongue, back and forth. My hands held onto her hips, pulling her down, using her as leverage. Dragging her into me. After a few minutes of licking, my mouth slid over her birth canal, probing it with my tongue. Beth pushed her clid hard into my nose, feeling the pointed surface digging into her folds.

Lower still I went, rubbing the smooth skin between her pussy and asshole. I polished her skin, rubbing the scar tissue from her episiotomy, her most tender and personal reminder of giving birth. Pushing Beth into position, I found her asshole, pushing my tongue into it. Biting it gently, chewing on it. Beth chirped.

"Eeeyyykk..."

It was as much a happy as it was a surprised squeak. I softly pinched Beth's butt, giving her a tender love pinch. My nose pushed into her wet slit. I could smell her sex, felt her wetness that signaled her readiness. After finishing my time between her legs, I pushed her up slightly and rolled out from under her.

Crawling back, Ken was quick to speak. Almost too quick.

"Now...I hope you're ready...plow..."

Beth fell back onto her butt, seemingly happy to remove herself from the squatting position. Not because of the vulgarity, but because it was one of her least comfortable yoga poses. Rolling onto her spine, Beth pushed her bottom and legs into the air, straight and together. I moved close to her, watching her cheeks squish together as she flexed her muscles.

Amazingly, Beth bent her hips and her legs slowly fell towards her face, She was bending herself almost in half, on her back. While her legs continued to slowly fall, I didn't wait, straddling over her with my back to her face. I squatted down, sitting on her legs, forcing her into position. With her pussy welcoming me, I leaned forward and began to lick. It was in this position I planned to finish.

"Harder..."

Beth was back to her bossy self. I got comfortable and just continued to focus on her clit, licking harder as requested. Beth pushed her hands into my legs, feeling my presence, letting me know that I was doing a good job. My eyes locked on her bulging bunny hole, squeezed shut while inhaling, flaring out when exhaling. Faster I licked, faster her bottom bulged. Harder. Faster. And then, Beth's little poop hole formed a volcano as her orgasm erupted inside of her.

"Oh my god...oh my god..."

Beth was jerking her legs under me as I pushed her down. I was forcing her into position, holding her as I continued my oral probings of Beth. Flicking her clit. Slowing gently as her hips bucked. Again her asshole collapsed on itself, as if trying to crush a walnut. Again it blossomed, flowering like a rose in the bright sunlight. I had done my job, hired again years later. I had worked Beth's orgasm out of her.

"God...Ken...that was awesome..."

Beth leg her legs flop loudly onto the ground. She was not moving, laying still, hands holding resting gently on her vagina. She still felt warm tingles and Beth's fingers moved gently, satisfying the feelings. Her breasts remained upright, still pert from the milk left un released from her chest. Beth was wetting her lips, trying to restore the saliva that had been drained from her mouth. All juices were apparently needed between her legs.

"I'm so spent..."

Ken was focussing on the freshly orgasmic pussy and fingers that slowly massaged it. I was in a semi erect state, ready to make my final assault. I pulled down my pants and removed every stitch of fabric I had. Beth and I were going to have naked time once again. 

"Then this should be easy...corpse pose..."

Beth was essentially already there, flat on her back and legs gently spread. All that remained was to move her hands up and away from her body, arms extended and flat on the ground. I kneeled over her, letting my penis hang directly over her vagina. The, lowering it, Betsy was reunited with a long lost friend. My erection.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 05: Secret Shared Ch. 03



The words hung in the air.

"I love you."

I guess I did still, despite all of the aggravation over the years. Beth apparently sensed it during our infrequent interaction and used it against me. Gaining compromises when I shouldn't offer any. Making it clear how happy she was with our divorce, knowing that I was not. I did love her, feeling it as my penis lay inside of her bottom, limp. That was the "why." 

My ex wife, feeling my hands release their grip, crawled out from under me, her bottom essentially throwing up my penis. She stood up, kicking me hard as she bent down to grab her yoga pants, frantic to put them on. Her body was shaking from our recent encounter, thinking of the lewd and disgusting things that Beth had let me do. Thinking it was her yoga instructor. The blindfolds had done their job.

I looked up at her, almost becoming aroused again as her nursing tits swung back and forth as Beth quickly pulled up her yoga pants and hid the bald pussy she so carefully prepared for today's adventure. Ken, her yoga instructor, was young and hot and muscular. Beth was middle age, losing her beauty, and a mom. They were the perfect match for each other.

Instead, today, she got me. Ken had been taping her sessions and I had walked into his enterprise, catching him in the act. With the upper hand, not only did he turn over the thousands of hours he had recorded of various girls and woman over the years, he willfully and eagerly agreed to blindfold Beth for a yoga lesson and let me be the "instructor."

Beth performed every pose to the best of her ability. Some naked. Some in her wonderfully hot yoga outfit. Salute, Downward Dog, Cow, Camel, Stretching Cat, Happy Baby - my personal favorite, Garland, Plow, Corpse, Wide Leg Stance, and finally, Puppy. Every crevice, every inch of her body was exposed in the process. And Ken filmed it all. It was a porn for the ages.

Beth grabbed her coat and ran for the door, holding it against her. She just wanted out of the room, leaving her green leotard and shoes behind. The initial shock, which turned to anger, then grief, was now forming rage. 

"You just fucking raped me. I'm going to RUIN you!"

With that, Beth ran out the door. I imagine she put on her coat before getting to her car. But, in her state, I assumed it was a fifty fifty bet.

Ken opened the door, slightly nervous, but smiling. 

"Jesus, that was pretty wicked. What do you think she is going to do?"

I moved over to my own pants, looking down at the brown smudges on my penis as I pulled them up. I wondered how I could bottle the material as a reminder of the days events. I guessed the video would be enough.

"Nothing. What's she going to tell them? Or her husband? No, she'll do nothing."

Ken's phone suddenly buzzed. He looked down at it.

"It's Elizabeth..."

Apparently she was going to do a little more than nothing. Ken read the text.

"You make me sick. I hope you like jail."

Ken did not seem happy to get the text. I calmed him down.

"Don't worry. If anyone show up, just tell them I knocked you out when you stepped into your office. I would put something in front of the mirror, though."

Ken seemed appreciative as the suggestion and my willingness to take the fall.

"Just give me the card from the camera and I'll leave."

The camera was basically thrown at me.

"Take the camera too. I want nothing to do with this anymore. I'm getting married and am happy to be rid of all of this shit."

I bent down and grabbed Beth's shoes and then moved over to the small, green piece of fabric on the ground. I held it up and admired the thin g string, wondering how in the hell Beth knew where to insert her legs. Ken sighed as he looked at it.

"Man, she sure looked good in that."

I had to agree. However, as I walked out, I turned to Ken, probably seeing him for the last time.

"But, christ, she sure looked better out of it."

Ken smiled. I shut the door and left.

I walked in a bit of a dazed stupor. My body had recovered from the sexual marathon, but my mind seemed stuck. I just kept going over and over the various yoga poses that Beth willingly put herself through. How did she get herself into the situation. And I guess it wasn't really a situation, the more I thought about it. It was a state of mind, a need. Her husband Frank didn't seem to be the type to be mean to her, but who knows what goes on behind closed doors. Almost every married couple I have been around spends alf of their time arguing or bickering. I guess Beth and Frank were probably no different.

Still, what is the process that takes a woman from taking yoga classes to letting the instructor take her yoga ass. Does she just walk up and tell the guy that she wants to have sex with him? Does she start to masturbate in one of her poses and the instructor joins in? How did Beth get from point A, a married woman with two kids, to point B, a hot and horny milf pulling down her pants for the hottest 20 something stud she knows?

Approaching my bank on the way home, I realized the answer was not far away. The cards, the tapes, were all in my safety deposit box. The hundred plus woman all recorded by Ken during his private lessons. I pulled in, grabbed the card from the camera, and entered my bank. I was going to make a deposit and a withdrawal. Beth's last tape was going to be traded for her first. 

I thumbed through the cards, again amazed at the sheer number of woman and cards. Beth was number 62, and I hoped that the cards were numbered. Sure enough, Ken was an organized deviant. I put the most recent card in and grabbed the 30 gig storage device clearly marked with a "1" in permanent marker. I slipped it in my pocket and left the bank.

It had been at least 30 minutes since I last saw Beth and not a peep. From her, her lawyer, her husband, the police. Nobody. I turned down my street, imagining a row of squad cars storming my house. Instead, it was perfectly quiet. Beth was certainly mad, and could be an incredible devious bitch at times, but I knew she was not stupid. If she spoke to anyone, her stay at home mom life would be over. And, she'd have to find another husband to marry, spread her legs for, and bear children for. Even though it was all she knew how to do to secure her future, it was not something she wanted to do a third time. 

I walked into my house and grabbed a beer. Sure, it was lunch time on a Tuesday, but I had accomplished everything I wanted for the day. I was going to relax, thinking of the the memory stick in my pants. Wondering what was on it. Would it simply be a series of lessons, Beth not yet allowing herself to be violated? Maybe it was Beth in the larger class as he scouted her out. Who knew, which was why I walked to my desk observe the material.

I put it in. The computer opened up the folder, showing a list of 6 different files of various sizes, but all substantial in size. The smallest was 4 gig, the largest 7.4. What I was looking for was the oldest date. And there it was, about 2 months after she gave birth to Emma, the daughter she had with her current husband. I double clicked the file.

The moment of Beth's first private yoga lesson was going to be relived.

...

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth."

Oh my god, I said Elizabeth way too loud! I practically yelled it at him. What is my problem? Just calm down. Your not some girl in high school, for christ sake.

"Hey, I recognize you from class. I'm Ken, but, I guess you already know that."

What a smile, wow. He is cute, no doubt about that. 25, maybe, but certainly not older. Nobody over 25 has arms that look so good. And his chest, fuck, his chest is shaped nicely. Just look at his eyes, don't let him catch you checking him out. Those hazel eyes, smiling at me, staring right into my soul. And man, he's a tall boy. My tall yoga instructor. He's looking at me, waiting to speak. It's my turn. Quit staring. Speak, Elizabeth. He'll think you're a freak!

"Yea, I'm in the Wednesday night class. It's really amazing."

Amazing? What are you, a girl from The Bachelor, where everything is amazing this, and amazing that? Get a grip. Sure, he has on some tight yoga sweats, and wow, his shirt is really hugging his body. Oh, fuck, I just licked my lips. Did he notice? Bite your teeth together and do not let that happen again. Fuck, why is he so hot?

"Well, thanks. It really is a great group, so I'm glad you're able to be a part of it."

Incredible. What a perfect way to respond. Respectful of the group and appreciative of me, all in one sentence. He sounds pretty articulate for a yoga instructor, almost smart. I bet he went to a great college. He looks like he could get in to any school he wanted. Oh, christ, why am I taking a yoga class from such a young guy that I have nothing in common with? You know why. Because he's hot, that's why.

"Yea, they are great."

Great? You don't know a single sole in the class, you moron. Who's great, that fat dude that was behind you, the guy you kept catching in the mirror as he stared at your ass? The women who look hideous in the tight yoga pants, fat bulging in all of the wrong places? God, I'm so glad to have nobody around from the class. That it is just you and me.

"So, have you ever had private yoga class before?"

Do I look like I've had a private yoga class before? This mom with baby fat all over her? The lady who just gave birth two months ago? Seriously, you are cute, but not very smart or observant.

"No. I thought I'd give it a shot when I read about the program on your blog. I figured I save myself some embarrassment and actually learn what I'm supposed to be doing!"

Oh, nice. Play the ignorant student looking for help from the teacher. Way to not sound desperate for attention. And can you try not to laugh so hard at your own jokes? It wasn't even that funny. Although, he is laughing with you. Man, you look cute when you laugh.

"Ha. It does help to get some of the basics down, so I completely understand. What do you want to try and work on?"

Work on? Oh my god, do I have to say it? It's so embarrassing. Why did you have to ask? Now, I have to talk about how big it is. And then you'll look at it. And then I'll just die. What should I say? Oh, this was such a mistake. Just say it. He's looking at you. You're waiting! You're making it worse. Just rip it off like a band-aid and say it, for gods sake!

"Oh, well, I guess my legs, and, uh, my bottom..."

Your bottom? Are you fricking six? Seriously. Christ, if you don't want to say butt, or ass, or gluttes, or rear, just say the usual! Every woman wants to work on their ass. Is there a place to crawl out of here? Did you see his eyes, almost laughing at the word? I mean, come on woman. Get your shit together.

"Your legs and your bottom. I have to say, you are not the first, you won't be the last, and every one in between says the same thing. But here, let me take your coat and then we can walk over to the wall of poses."

What a smooth guy. He didn't even flinch at the word or make me feel funny for saying it. You see, just relax. This is what he does all the time. It is only you who are making things weird. And a gentleman, offering to take my coat. He's coming up behind me. His hands are on my shoulders. Oh, christ, he'll be able to see my huge butt. Just be sure to thrust out your chest. Your nursing and engorged. Everyone looks. You know they do. Make sure he does.

"Here, I'll just put it over in the corner."

He didn't even give you a second glance. You spent all morning getting ready, doing your hair, makeup, nails, putting on your new yoga pants and top. For what? For nothing. He just took your coat and walked away. But christ, what was he supposed to do, stand and stare? Tell you how hot you are? Seriously? Get real. He's seen much younger girls wear much less. You have your yoga mom outfit on.

His butt sure looks good as he walks away, though, doesn't it? Yours might be flabby, but his is definitely firm. God, and now he's turned around. Look at the small bulge in his pants, the man version of a camel toe. Fuck, is that hot. But shit! He's walking towards me! Pretend you were looking at something else! Anything! Quick, before it is too late?

"So, what are those balls for?"

You IDIOT. Can you find something else to ask about besides the giant rubber balls in the corner? I mean, come on! Sure, it was the first thing you noticed, but can you try to filter out the word "balls" from your vocabulary. Please.

"They are to help with stretching and practice some of the harder poses."

He's looking at your outfit. Stand tall. Make a good impression. Smile. Push up your shoulders, and try to suck in your stomach. This is your first impression. Make it count. The black yoga pants might hug your bulky bottom, but the hot pink top hugs your bulky top. You wore the one with a large cleavage for a reason.

"I like your outfit. It's really cute. And those shoes, where did you get them? I've not seen them before."

He likes. He's looking at your shoes, so he's noticing all of you. Stand tall. Stand proud. He's eyes are still locked on them. Looking. Lingering. And then, hello eye's. They have found your cleavage. Staring, admiring. Stripping. He was a good boy, waiting an appropriate time. But, eventually, he had to look. Oh, you are so proud, grinning, knowing you are the worlds biggest tease.

"Oh, from Macy's..."

Eye contact again, and Ken is slightly blushing. Oh, you are so busted. My eyes see in your eyes that you know my eyes saw your peak. Can you see in my eyes that I see in your eyes you liked what your eyes saw?

"Well, your definitely one of my best dressed yoga clients. So...let's walk over here..."

Yes, I'll walk behind you, staring at the fabric bunching between those cute buns. 

"So, Elizabeth, your request is pretty common. But, I must say...here...stand here. Now look at the mirror behind you."

Oh my god, there is a mirror here on the carpeted area. I don't want to see my own butt. I know what it looks like. But, he's looking at it. Staring at it. Waiting for me to join him looking at my ass. I guess I'll have to turn around. Oh my god, my yoga pants are buried in the crack of my bottom. And my butt cheeks are outlined perfectly.

"Look at the girls in the pictures, and look at yourself. There really is not much difference, so, we can focus on your butt for now because you want to, but your body is proportioned perfectly, and it's important to have yoga work with your entire body."

Oh my god, what a good salesman. There is no way it is close to the girls in the pictures. Maybe that one, the round Kate Upton type. I'd say she has a bit more cushion than I do. But, not that girl with the tight yoga shorts and tank top. Maybe when I was 16, but certainly not now.

"Well, thanks, but it's just a little softer than it used to be."

Just a little. Ha. More like, just a lot of motherly baby baggage.

"Alright. Well, I've got a group of poses that I generally work people through for lower body. We do it for forty five minutes, and then, for the last fifteen, we do a cool down workout or massage. It's up to you, but really, what you do after yoga is just as important as yoga itself."

I don't think so, buddy. In your dreams. I'm not some 18 year old who has no clue about the purpose of your massage. Spare me.

"Well, I'll probably just do the cool down. I'm not much of a massage person."

Sorry to disappoint.

"Sure, whatever you feel comfortable with. But for now, here are the 6 poses we would work through today, and if you come back, we can always add more."

Oh my god, if I hear the word Downward Dog again, I'll flip. It's so embarrassing when the whole class is looking around, some of the girls giggling off to the left. Thank god nobody will be behind me, staring at my ass. That was number one reason for getting out of the class. I cannot do those any more in front of people, especially when I keep tipping over and can't hold my balance.

"So... We'll start with the Cobra.."

Not bad, just lying on my stomach, but well, isn't she just poking out her chest.

"Then Upward Facing Plank Pose..."

For my legs? Seriously? How does looking at the sky on my hands and toes help my butt?

"Here is Bridge with a Kick in this picture."

Oh, right, I'll almost be able to do that.

"And Divers Pose..."

How do women bend so tightly and make it look so graceful?

"Three Legged Dog..."

Oh, of course. A dog pose. My god, who comes up with this stuff? It may work, but I mean, really, does it need the name?

"And, because you look like a goddess, it is only appropriate that we end with the goddess."

Wow. Now that is a pretty pose. And, he called me a goddess! Way to earn some browning points. But sorry, it's still no massage for you today.

"First, though, you should probably take off your shoes."

My shoes. Right. I completely forgot. My mistake. The standard on one knee and take them off should work. And I feel his eyes, looking directly down into my shirt. My breasts are slightly bulged between my arms. Stop trying to show them off, pretending you are not. Don't lie to yourself, Beth.

"Here. I'll put them with your coat."

Whoa, hello Ken, leaning into me as I stand up. On my bare feet, toes polished a bright red. Take my shoes, thank you, and place them over by my coat. But walking away again. Penis walking back. I'm looking at your eyes, but there it is, bulging in my peripheral vision. I see it. I wonder if he sees that I see it. His eyes are mysterious. His lips full. He's talking again. Listen.

"Do you have any questions? Thoughts?"

Questions? Like, how do you expect me to put my body in those positions? Thoughts? Nope. None. Your smiling all of the time makes it pretty hard to think. And, you have a dimple. My mind is blank.

"Nope. All set."

God. The time has come. He's sliding a mirror to the top of the matt, opposite the wall mirror, creating a an infinite series of reflections. It's a little freaky.

"Great. Then, here, we'll use this matt right in between these mirrors. To get better, it really helps to watch yourself. I'll do the pose first, show you what to do, and then we'll spend about 5 minutes with you on each one."

I have to watch myself make a fool of myself? Can we just turn the mirrors off? I don't want to watch myself get better, stay the same, or get worse. But, whoa. You are lying down right in front of me, looking long and muscular, staring at me in the mirror. There are your twins. I guess I don't mind watching. That butt. Flexing. Back arching, head lifting.

"Now, for the cobra, this is the goal. Hold your head high, stomach on the ground, and arch your back as hard as you can, trying to point your chest right at the mirror.

Look at you, getting into the pose so effortlessly, so smoothly, and then casually standing next to me, expecting me to repeat it that easily? Seriously? Can you do that again? I've already forgot.

"So...just get down and lie on my stomach?"

Christ, I'm bending down right in front of him, letting him get a nice view of my butt. He's just standing there, not doing anything. Watching me lie down for him, crushing my chest. My breasts better not leak. That would bring things to a quick end. My arms are by my side, legs together. And, now, arch... Holy crap, my back is not happy with the sudden movement. 

"Pretend you are pushing your shoulders back..."

Ken's kneeling next to me. My face is breathing hard, puffing out. This is not a very flattering experience. But, my hair looks awesome. And my lips still have their bright red. Look at yourself, stretching, lifting up your chest. Pushing it out. Boobs straining against your yoga top. Exposing your bra, the white sheer skin that is an official top portion of an engorged breast making an appearance. 




A Secret Revealed Pt. 05: Secret Shared Ch. 03



"Here...pull your shoulders back..pull your chest to the sky..."

Ken is now leaning into me, hands on either shoulder, helping me bend my body. His eye's are clearly looking down my cleavage. Peaking. Trying to enjoy the white flesh that is stretching into view. Go ahead and try. I have a bra that has a better defense than the White House. Nobody jumps my fence. But, I'll arch a little harder and tease you some more.

"OK. Nice, but lets start over. Now. Arch your cobra pose, like you are about to strike."

The second time sure seems a bit easer. Especially with you pulling. Oh. Pull harder. I need your help. Look at me, nursing boobs taking up all focus in the mirror. My tits look awesome, and Ken, I see you looking at them in the mirror also. We are both admiring. Wondering if they will strain out of the thin fabric holding them in place. Oh, wow, I licked my lips. My mouth is dry. I need a drink already.

"Again."

Ken, your hands have a firm grip, in case you didn't know. The way they hold me down, pause, and then pull me back. Oh my god, your palms are moving below my neck for a more stable surface, more leverage. I'm watching your fingertips sliding onto my chest bone and press me back. Your palms are pressing into the top quarter of my nursing boobs. Feeling the warmth beneath. I have to slow my breath down and relax. You have to feel my heart pounding blood through my body.

"Thats five. Great job. I must say, Elizabeth, you really look good."

Lets look good. One last flex, pushing out your chest. Nice finish. You did it. The first of six. Done. The cleavage on my outfit seems to have stretched out some. Ken is standing, so I guess I should too. There you are, miss hot pink top, profile in the mirror. Your butt isn't quite to wide from this position. God, exercising feels good. It makes me look good.

"Thanks. It wasn't that bad."

"The next one is pretty tough, but great for legs. Basically, from a sitting position with your legs extended, put your hands like this, slid your feet forward, and lift your hips. An Upward Facing Flank."

An upward facing penis. Oh my god. Look at that. Your basically presenting it to the mirror, like a present, staring at it. I'm staring at it. Your hips flex and your penis flexes. Are you even wearing underwear? Is that, wait, is that the outline of your...of the tip? I'm standing almost right over it, looking down at it. Shit, it just moved. Jiggled. Breath, Elizabeth. It's just a penis.

"It looks hard."

No, it doesn't. I wonder what it would look like hard. If Ken would mind me pulling down his yoga pants, just to get a look. Too late now as Ken has slid his legs back, out of position, and is now standing next to me. He must know that I just stared at his crotch the whole time. Am I smiling at him to thank him for the little show? I guess I am. 

"No, you can handle it. Just sit down and don't think about it. Just do it."

I'm sitting. Looking at me in the mirror. Sliding my legs forward, glancing up at Ken's reflection, seeing his eyes once again burning a hole in my yoga top. Let him look. If he can show me his penis, I can let him look at my breasts, though he'll get no intimate outline from me. Now, lift my hip and... Oh, my stomach. This is not my strongest muscle. But, I've got it, looking at myself in the mirror, trying to balance with a slightly wobble.

"Great. Now, tilt your head back as far as you can and stretch your legs forward."

The mirror. The ceiling. The wall behind me. I'm stretching, feeling my neck strain, my hips rise, my breasts stand proud. I don't think I can hold it. I feel my body sagging. It's not going to last.

"Here..."

Sliding feet, and then... Oh my god. Hands on my ass! Ken is propping me up, keeping me straight. My body almost jumped to the ceiling at his touch. I wonder if he felt the sudden squeeze of my ass, scared at the unexpected pressure. His left hand is palming me, stretching his fingers across my butt crack. It's not like he is slipping his hands down my pants, but christ, doesn't a guy need to take you to dinner before something like this? It sure motivates me to keep my form!

"Now relax..."

No more hand, thank the lord. Try to be a bit graceful as you lower yourself. Just a bit more. Now, you can lay back and not look like an out of shape, middle age woman. Just close your eyes and relax.

"Again..."

Oh, shit. Sit up, extend the legs, and...lift! If Ken was presenting his penis to the world, you just introduced him to your heavily disguised camel toe. Your granny panties won't let it appear in normal situations, just walking around. But, pushing your crotch to the sky changes the physics of things. Luckily, your heavy bush is providing ground cover. Ken's eyes, a foot away, just have the basic mound and shape. But, it's certainly more than you ever showed anyone else. Yoga is definitely not for the modest. Are going to be modest, Elizabeth.

You get to relax, this time just dropping your butt to the ground. Then, on cue, your hip thrust is magnificent, pushing your pussy swiftly into the air. I think Ken definitely stared at your boobs this time, watching their jiggle back and forth, settling down as your head came to rest. You didn't sag at all this time, but Ken placed his hands on your butt again. Oh, this feels nice. You look god in the mirror, long blonde hair draping beneath you. Throwing my head back, christ, it probably looked like I just came.

No hands on the butt, but sweet lord, he is cupping the underside of my back and my thigh. My upper thigh, fingers curing around to my inner thigh. Inches away from my lady parts. My vagina. My labia. My clitoris. My birth canal. My god. His fingers moved, keeping me rigid. I feel my strength faltering, unable to focus on my pose, but rather his hands. Hands that push harder into my sagging weight. Hands that are pushing into my flesh, which is bulging against my butt, which is pushing into my vagina, where my clitoris grows. He's three steps away from masturbating me.

Oh, please let go. Please slide your hand closer. I'm finished with the pose. I need to stop. Hold me up, push into me. Don't you dare wiggle your fingers. But go ahead, squeeze, touch, help. Please don't go. Please come back. My butts on the mat. Open your eyes. Clear your mind from the wandering lurid visions of probing fingers. You're scaring me, Elizabeth.

"Could you feel it? Working inside of you? I thought you planked great."

Did I plank great? I guess I did. I didn't see much and left it all up to you, my head back and breasts high. It's only two poses and already, your body is sore. Am I that out of shape? Has it been that long since I exercised?

"Yea. I definitely felt it."

My chest is glistening with sweat, just a light sheen. Look at me, in the mirror, the yoga mom all primped and pretty. You haven't worked yourself out of the light dusting of makeup you put on this morning. And the bright red nail polish on your finger and toes stand out against your pale while skin. Arching feet with curled toes. It looks like I am crawling into bed, getting ready for some nooky. I need to focus. Ken is staring at me as I stare at myself.

"Alright, the next one is probably the hardest. Better to get it out of the way. The bridge."

Ken is moving towards the mat. I guess he wants it. I'll just slide off. My body does not want to stand. And now he's lying, six inches away, bending he legs. Giving me directions on wear to place my hands, my feet. He's on his back, telling me it is about lifting my hips and, he's lifting his. Thrusting them up, legs separated. His shirt is pulling back and there is is flat, rippled stomach. Just above his penis, stretching into his fabric. I can see the outline of his balls. Hanging below what looks like the formation of his shaft. If I move just a little...yea...this is a better view.

"...just relax...and lift..."

He's humping the air. His body lowers, and then lifts. He's not sexually aroused in the slightest. Imagine if he was, his long dick pointing into the waiting air. Would I rather masturbate him and watch him cum, spraying all over? Or give him a blow job and feel the texture of his yoga penis, tasting his sperm. I'd rather watch. I need some water. Licking my lips is not working. Wait, the penis is gone. Left. Ken has rolled off of the mat.

"The hard part is getting a good arch in your back and holding it. Do it sideways, so you can watch."

Now it's my turn on the mat. Ken twisted it so I can turn my head to the side. Am I really going to do this. My feet are touching the cold mat. I slide them back, bending them, opening them slightly. Ken is looking down at my swollen chest, rising and falling beneath my heavy breathing. I hold my breath, pursing my lips, and lift my butt off of the ground. I turn my head, watching myself push up to the invisible man on top of me.

God, if I didn't have my top on, these boobs of mine would be in my face. Look at this angle. Ken is looking down at my form, eyes right between my legs. I can feel the fabric stretching around my pussy. I can feel my wetness growing. I fucking hope I'm not sweating through my pants. Oh, please, I don't need to add to the show. My fuck me pose is enough. My shirt is even rising away from my hips. Three inches of pale white stomach, the soft stomach of a mother. The...

NO! Holy fuck, is that...? Close your eyes... Don't look. Now, open them. Is that what you just saw? Oh, fuck! It is. A thin wispy trail of your bush is poking out! I knew I should have shaved! I can't believe it! It's so embarrassing! Maybe he doesn't notice. Your yoga pants are black. As black as your thick curls. I can't thrust up again. I'm mortified. Roll your stomach and try to move the fabric back into position.

"Now lift..."

If you draw attention to it, trying to pull up your pants, it will only add to the humiliation. He obviously hasn't noticed yet. Maybe it was a figment of your imagination. The fabric. Look at again. Just glance in the mirror. Christ, arch your back so he doesn't focus on your sagging bottom. Push high. Now open. Peak.

Mother of...You stretched even more of your bush into exposure! At least half an inch! And it isn't just peaking out, there about a thousand small black erections, at least an inch tall! You are throwing it up, into his face. At least a five inch gap of stomach skin is now exposed, including your belly button. How can he not notice? Not look? Oh, you idiot, just letting your bush go wild since getting pregnant. You haven't touched it once! What did you expect? Fuuuccckkk!

"Relax..."

Oh, my god, I need to relax. Get out of this pose. How many is that, six? Four more? Just don't stretch so hard. That is the key. Christ, it's not like he hasn't seen it before. Yea. On his mom. Girls these days clearly shave themselves for a reason. To avoid the vulgarity and embarrassment. I'd give anything for a bald pussy right now!

"Lift..."

Slow down your breathing. You'll only the situation worse. Relax Slowly lift, don't force up your hips to high. Keep the springy jobs in place. Oh my god, his hand is on my back, pushing me up, helping me. Higher than I went before. He's lifting me. Oh, what am I going to do? Just go with it? Pretend I'm not exposing myself to him? God, if I can let some man put his hand in my vagina and pull out a baby, a strip of pubic hair should be nothing. Come on. Get a grip.

"Great. Nice bridge work. Why don't you get a drink and take a break. Halfway done."

Oh, my mouth feels like I've been in a desert. But you don't have a drink, do you. You spent all your time getting yourself pretty and you forgot about a drink. Thank God his back is to you, getting his own drink. Pull your freakin' pants up, now! He's probably scarred for life, seeing such a wide and hairy patch of hormonal pubic hair. Grossed out beyond compare. Just get out of here and get a drink.

"I'll go to the drinking fountain. I didn't bring water."

Yoga and no water. Real brilliant. A double threat girl. Brilliant, and a giant bush.

"Oh, hey. Have mine. I've got plenty."

He's giving me his water! God, what a charmer. Maybe it's his thank you for the intimate show you just gave him. Maybe he's one of those guys that likes it? Ha. I bet. Try not to show so much teeth when your smiling at him, thanking him for such a simple act of kindness. You're acting like he just saved your life!

"Thanks. That's sweet."

Sweet. Are you his grandmother? Can you act your age? A young, yoga hotty is offering me his water. Take it. Enjoy it. Open it, drink it, watch him while you drink it, throat bobbing. Like swallowing his cum.

Oh, you sicko! Are you that hormonal? Postpartum, that you are turning everything into some wild attraction that someone has for you? That you have for them, trying to see if they will also then have it for you? Can you buy groceries without trying to see who in the store is checking you out? Wondering if they are undressing you with their eyes? Admiring your butt as you bend over to look at the produce? Just because he is drinking water does not mean mean that he is hot for you. But, he does have the certain twinkle as he looks at me. I bet...

"Alright. On to the divers pose."

Oh, god, the one where I have to fold myself in half. I'll be lucky to make it halfway.

"Just stand tall, feet shoulder width apart, arms extended to your sides, stand on your toes, and...bend as low as you can."

Holy bulging balls. They look like they are small water balloons about to burst! And his ass is opening right before me. God, can I see his butt-hole? Is that where it is? Where it would be? And jesus, his schlong has gotten longer, thicker, almost swollen. I'd say he has gone from completely flaccid to semi erect. I guess he might be a bush man after all. Oh, momma. What would the view look like if I just pulled down...

Oh shit. He looked to the side, making sure I got the idea and saw me checking him out. He's holding the pose, staying still, inviting me to look. Don't do it. Stare directly at his eyes. Don't turn your head. Outlast him. He's standing. Wow, that was tough.

"So, sideways to the mirror, place your feet...and..."

He's behind me. I'm not even going to look in the mirror. I know his feet are just two steps in back of me. I'm going just going to look forward, pretend nothing is happening. I'm doing this in my room, bending over, feeling my butt cheeks spread wide. God, my pussy is stretching against the fabric between my legs, probably smiling at him. A happy clam. I can't even get halfway, oh, my legs are burning.

"Nice...just keep your knees straight..."

He's on the ground, kneeling behind me, head inches from my spread bottom. He's pulling back my knees, straightening my legs. Don't fall back or you'll plant your ass crack right on his nose. Keep straight and steady. God, at least you were smart enough to buy the double ply pants and wear your heavy granny panties. Even the government couldn't get a glimpse at what your hiding between your legs.

"Bounce a little, on your toes..."

Bulge, bulge, bulge goes the pussy. Just look, just for a second, see what your profile is. God, your butt is round, curving from your back to your thighs. Nothing excessive, just a nice round bulge. And, there are his eyes. Riveted to the center of your butt. Staring at it swelling back to him. I bet he would flip out if I just reached behind me and pulled down my pants. Gave him the view of his lifetime. Do you think he'd respond? Take the next step? Is he at all interested? Do you dare test him? 

"Stand and dive again."

He didn't move as I stood, watching my bottom squish together. He's still on his knees. Waiting. Ready. Your butt isn't that bad, so just relax it. Oh, christ, you just flexed your ass. Your yoga pants are showing every movement and wiggle. Get the pose going. Arms, toes, bend. Slowly, don't back your bottom into his face. Feel it bulge. Feel it open. Feel your pussy flare. Present it to him. Thank him for the water, because you are going to need it again. And, done. You have spread your ass for Ken.

He's not saying anything. The room is oddly quiet. Should you stand up. I'll just peak in the mirror. And...Oh, shit. He's definitely checking out my ass. And your exposed back. Oh boy, and your back dimples are exposed. And the yoga pants are pulling low, just at the y of your butt crack, right at the top. He definitely is getting a good view. If I just reached back and pull down...

"Nice... just a few more seconds...great. You held it for 30 seconds. That's pretty good. Turn this way."

Ken is sliding to the side. At the top of the matt. I turn obediently. Why? How is this helpful?

"It might be easier for you if your legs are a bit further apart...and I'll push your back to help..."

Well, if he says so, then in must be so. Pointing my chest out at him, firm and proud, the hot mom that I am. He smiles at me and I smile back. He looks, just for the briefest of glances at my chest, unable to resist my presentation, and looks back at my eyes. Both of our eyes acknowledge the trespass, and I know he thinks I'm hot. I feel it. I am beautiful. 

Reaching down, my butt is aimed right at the mirror. I look between my legs, staring at my own spread ass. The outline of my white panties is perfectly clear. Fuck, even the swell of my lips where I gave birth to two kids is smiling back at me. At Ken. It isn't crystal clear, but I see it without a problem. And the top of my butt, now with an inch of crack exposed!

Ken is pushing into my back, looking at my eyes in the mirror as I inspect myself. And now he inspects, looking at my butt, watching it bend open as he pushes harder on my back. He's almost bouncing me, pushing me to a smooth rhythm. I feel my butt smile in unison with the pushing. 

His eyes are no longer looking into the mirror. He is looking down my exposed bottom crack! I wonder how far down he can see? Just the top? Or, the black hairs that form a trail of tears down to my butt hole. My bunny hole. My poop hole. 

"Do you feel it here..."

Ken puts his hands to the back of my thighs, pulling on my legs. The fabric of my yoga pants stretches from the tugging. He squeezes my legs, almost massaging them as he holds me. My pants feel like they are being pulled down. I let it continue. I want him to stop, but christ, is he actually going to do it? I close my eyes, ready to scream.

"Nice. You certainly have a flexible body for the first time."

Ken stands back. I look up from my position, right into his penis. More erect. More outlined. Pointing, almost, off to the side of his legs. I stand up, flushed, ready to get home and just take a warm bath. With candles. And nobody home but me. I will probably be in there all day. Just two more, and then it is play time.

"Yea. I fell real good."

Oh boy, I feel good. I'm going to feel myself real good.

"Nice. Now, you've down Down Dog in class, but this one is a bit different. It's called three legged dog. Just face the mirror, get in your down dog position...and..."

Oh my god, you are bending over right in front of me. Look at those balls again. Your penis is definitely awake. It's tucking itself along your thigh. I wonder if you'd jump if I just touched it, ever so gently. Maybe squeezed those balls. God, this is my image for bath time. Remember it Elizabeth. Touch yourself to it.

"...kick."

Christ, look at it fold and move between your legs as you kick. It's like a little person, living down there, moving around, exercising with us. Tell it to do some jumping jacks, or sit ups. I'd like to see your dick do the downward dog.

"Now. Your turn. Five kicks each leg, five times, holding each kick for five seconds."

Shit. How can you do this one with any sort of modesty. He's waiting for you, right behind you. His smiles are softer and more purposeful. It makes him look so sexy. His face is so chiseled. His warm penis, right in line with your bottom. Spread your legs, look at yourself in the mirror, and bend. Eyes on yourself, but looking at his reaction. Slow, hands in front, ass in the air, watch his head tilting. Admiring your hot bottom. Thirty five and you still got it. Let him look. He wants to look. This guy, fresh out of college, is loving you. 




A Secret Revealed Pt. 05: Secret Shared Ch. 03



"Now, extend your leg back and kick..."

Straight and high. Flexing your ass. Oh, this is going to be tough to do, holding it for two seconds, then releasing. My butt is rolling left and right. My one leg is wobbling, not used to the position. But Ken grabs my extended ankle and holds it, keeping me still. His hand is on my inner thigh, just above my knee, squeezing. Touching.

Again, and this time, my balance is better. My legs are split open as Ken pushes my leg high. I look in the mirror, shocked at the image of Ken standing behind me, bent over, as though he is fucking me. I wonder what it would feel like to have him fuck me in this position. I don't doubt he could just slip right into me, my vagina wet and ready for him. Now that would take some serious skill on my part. Practice might make perfect.

Ass spread, kick, insert penis, drop leg. Ass spread, kick, insert penis, drop leg. All of this kicking and my shirt is slipping down my back. Dimples are back in play, and so is my butt crack. The Bermuda triangle. Go head Ken, fly your ship over the area, watch it get lost. Lift my leg up. Make me hold the last one longer. That's it. Keep me balanced, placing your hand on the side of my hip. Your fingers against my exposed midsection. Feeling the softness that is my waist.

"Nice position. Now, the other leg."

Ugh. My legs are killing me. Time to stand up and move them around. And my arms, stretched out in front of me. This is awful. Shake your arms, get them loose, bend your legs, work out the soreness. Look at Ken in the mirror, watching you wiggle around. I've never felt so admired, so longed for, so beautiful. And I'm just a mess. Actually, looking in the mirror, I'm not that frazzled. My hair still looks good. Should I give him a little more tease? Reward him for being such a doting boy? I don't have many poses left.

"Yea...it's getting towards the end, so you are probably getting a bit tired. But, when your sore and tired, you accomplish the most. Let's try and finish..."

Yea. I'm going to try. Going to try my best Ken. But first, let me adjust myself, get ready, stretch to the right, the left, run my hands along my legs, pull the back of my yoga pants down just a bit, nobody's looking, nobody's noticing. Just a friendly hello to you from my bunnies. Let me turn around, back to the mirror, bend over to the down dog position, look between my legs. And...

Perfect. Just the top inch of each cheek. There you go, Ken. A quick thank you. Now, I'm kicking up my leg, towards the mirror, and you get to watch the top of my butt roll from side to side. Again. Kick. Hold. Expose. Kick. Hold. Expose. And now, I see you, coming behind me, moving to hold my leg high, resting your hand on the side of my hip again. Thumb on the very top of my butt. I know you're there, sensing you, but not looking. Now, peaking up, between my legs, between your legs, watching your penis harden as you stare at me. Do I make you hard?

"Great. That's it. You'll feel that tomorrow."

I'll feel it when I get home, that's when I'll feel it. I've been watching you watch me, and I've got quite the image collection in my memory bank that I'll be cycling through. And if Frank is lucky, hubby will have some left overs to work on as well. I've got a feeling bath time will not be enough time to go through all of the images from today.

"Now, you're going to look beautiful in the last pose. If anyone can make it look incredible, it's you."

Oh, what a way to make the client feel good! I will absolutely make it look incredible for you Ken. I will not disappoint. I'm just not able to remember what it is. Was it "D" something, or did it start with "G"...

"The goddess pose for a goddess."

Goddess. Yea. That's right. My favorite from the bunch. It looked so sexy. So Egyptian.

"Spread your legs wide, twist your feet out, arms out, bend the elbows, hands to the sky, and..."

What the fuck. Your penis is folding up into your waste, almost trying to climb out of your pants. Even your balls are now facing me, as though your entire package was waving at me from a cruise ship. "Hi. Here we are. Look at us!" Your thighs are facing me, causing your penis to practically jump for joy at the freedom it now gets to experience.

"...squat low, almost in a siting position. Now, your turn."

Ken is at the back of the mat, once again waiting, watching. Ready for me to make a mockery of some yoga pose and then come to the rescue and help me find my balance. He made it look so easy, just opening up your legs. But, the foot thing is weird. I'm squatting, opening my thighs, wiggling my butt, trying to twist my ankles. Here comes my hero, kneeling behind me, face practically in my ass, pulling my toes and forcing my feet into position. Oh, this pose tingles as my loins are pulled open.

"Yea. The feet are tough, but you need them in position. It really opens up the pose."

It sure does. My inner thighs are now outer thighs. My arms are now bent and pointing up. I'm a leg spread fly on a windshield. That's what I feel like. Ken pushed down on the top of my legs, forcing me into a deeper squat, almost bending my legs at a 90 degree angle. This is not easy, and I know I'm about to fall back, my center of balance unable to find anything remotely close to center. My body is tipping. I'm going to have to move my feet.

Hands on the ass. Oh shit. Ken is propping me up, letting me sit in his hands for posture and support. His fingers bend all of the way to the front, with his little fingers running dangerously close to the center of my crack. I feel the digits push into my bottom, squeezing me, supporting me. A perfectly acceptable action for any yoga instructor and their client. But Ken, fuck, Ken is too warm and attractive to be feeling my butt. The only reason my gynecologist get's to look between my legs is because she is old and fat. 

"Stand and squat again. I'll be your chair."

So, he wants me to sit on him. I can't believe this is how he makes a living. Letting his hands be supports for middle age moms. Up. Now, down. Lower, wait for the feeling of his hands. Lower still, almost at a 90 degree bend between your knees and legs. A bit more, now bent low so that your pussy is hanging down and your butt cheeks are folding open. And, there they are, the soft hands waiting for my ass. Ready for it. Waiting. 

Ken looks over my shoulder, fingertips poking forward underneath me. We are both looking at myself, arms and legs open wide, butt low, chest thrust forward. Ken is not smiling, but struck with a serious, focussed expression.

"You are a goddess. Seriously. You make this pose beautiful."

His hands are now under my thighs, palms up, fingers wrapping around for a grip. Ken is pulling me open, stretching my loins, watching my crotch as he does it. He is pulling the fabric into me, low on my stomach. I close my eyes, giving him permission. It is a simple action, one he has performed daily on countless woman, I'm sure. It is his job. But, now, he seems to be purposefully dragging my pants. Slipping it to where the wide bush of mine starts to come into view. 

He stops, staring at the woman before him. I let him. Desperate for him to just keep going. But, he doesn't. Ken is not going to make a move on a suburban mom during her first yoga class. If at all. What have you been fantasizing about this whole time? He probably stopped on purpose once he saw your pubic hair come into view, not meaning to expose you. He'd have let his hands slip multiple places throughout the session if that was his intention. Everything was a simple close call, easily explained as day in the life of yoga. Just get home so you can get the orgasm out of you that is clouding your vision. 

"Wow. Nice job today. I'll have to come up with something a lot more challenging if you come back."

It's done. Open your eyes. Stand up. Let your body relax. The beautiful yoga instructor made everything worth it, even if it was all in your mind. Look him in the eyes. Tell him thank you. Your body is sore, ready to soak, and you need to pump your breasts. Engorged breasts might be a great way to keep people watching you, and you might have been trying to impress your yoga boy, but they are certainly uncomfortable when they are being moved in so many different directions.

"Not too much, I hope, I am already starting to feel sore."

That's right, mention your soreness so you can look in the mirror at the source of your pain. Your bottom, round and well defined in this yoga pants. The center of your butt fabric deeply wedged into your ass, showing the right and left cheek as individual units. Move it from side to side, see if it shrank any during the day. Let Ken stare also, looking at your progress.

"Well, like I said, I'm happy to massage it out. It can be an important part of the workout."

Oh, yes, spare me, again. You've mentioned it twice, and I'm declining again. Your hands do not need to be moving all over my skin. I can do that just fine myself. Who knows what kind of operation your running here, but I'm definitely not having it.

"OK, yeah, I'd like that."

You'd like what!? A massage? Are you out of your mind, woman? You must be, because this is your mind talking, and you are not getting a massage by some yoga guy, no matter how young and handsome he is. You have no idea where his fingers have been, or might go. Definitely not going to happen.

Yea? Well listen mind, this is your body speaking. If I don't get a massage, I'll die. And how many hot young guys are roaming around my neighborhood offering? None. Because the husbands will fucking kill them. I don't see any husbands here. What Frank does not know, will not hurt him. It is just a stupid massage, and I'll be fully clothed.

"Oh. Great. Then, let me grab a couple things and I'll be right back."

Bye, bye Ken's butt, walking out the door. Hello sexy yoga girl, primping in the mirror, getting your hair back into position. Wet your lips, smooth out your eye brows, wipe the beauty back into your eyes. Smile, check your teeth, lick them clean. Your makeup may have faded, but it's not gone yet. The doors opening. Turn away.

"Here is a large towel and robe. Just get comfortable however you want, and then knock."

Yea. What are you going to do now, body? The mind would certainly like to know that. Ken has left and the door is now closed, waiting for you to knock. To prepare. So, how do you plan on preparing?

Shit. OK mind, I wasn't thinking about this. What the hell. I could just leave on my yoga outfit, but that would be about the most middle age woman thing to do in the world. I may as well be my own grandmother if I do that. I am not getting naked, if that's what you're worried about mind. No chance in that. Not under a towel or a robe. So, christ, I guess that leaves two choices. I can just run and never come back. Or.

Alright mind, this is what I'm going to do. I'll wear the robe over my underwear. My bra and panties are more like weapons of mass protection than anything sexy. The Hubble telescope couldn't peer into my galaxy while I was wearing them. And, I'll wear the towel over them as a redundant form of cover.

Body, you are so lost, it's not even funny.

Screw it. Off with the top and thrown, to the wall by my coat. God, it was squeezing my tits. It is actually a relief to get it off. And the bottoms, more like a second skin. Man, my legs can feel the cool air, already enjoying their release. Now, stand in front of the mirror and look. What an unsexy sight. A bra that might double as a nuclear radiation suit, and panties that look more like adult diapers from the back. Just pull down the front of your panties... 

Yikes, there is that massive, unkempt bush that kept making an appearance. Smooth it down, brush it. And rub that towel between your legs, into your wet folds, wow, they were wet. I doubt it was all sweat. Dry the small sweat from your legs and stomach, now bra. Lift it up quick and, well, there are some pretty sweaty boobs. Thank the lord he can't see the size of your swollen nipples. He might think you are an alien. Tuck them back into place, wrap yourself up in the towel. Robe on...

There, mind, not so bad. I have wrapped myself up pretty tightly. Time to knock and let him know we are ready. Fuck, the towel untucks as I walk. Just hold it, keep it in place. Tap on the door, wait, and here he comes.

"Alright, you look cozy. Here, let me put this here."

Another large towel, right on our workout mat. Smack in between the mirrors. I guess this is home base. And hello bottle of oil. I didn't think of that, adding another little twist. Perhaps the mind was right about running. Although people in the parking lot might look a little concerned at the lady who looked like she just flew over the cuckoo's nest.

"But...it might be easier without the robe..."

There you go, body. Nice plan. Just cover everything up so he can't give you a massage. That's a brilliant way to get a massage.

Alright, mind, nobody likes a know-it-all.

"Sure. Yea. I don't know what I was thinking."

Just let it fall. Now, instead of tightly wrapped ball of cotton, you look like you just got out of the shower. Wonderful. Just lie down and hide. Close your eyes. Relax. Listen to the bottle open. Hear his hands rubbing the oil between his palms, warming it up.

My feet! Oh, my feet are being touched. No warning that we are starting. Fingers squeezing into my arch, my heel, oh, it feels so good. A wave of warm energy sweeps through my body. The oil makes his fingers slide right into my muscles, my skin.

"You've got beautiful feet..."

My feet. They feel so relaxed as Ken sits with his back to me, kneading them. I peak from under my eyelids, looking down at the moving hands, fingers running between my curled toes. Decorated with fresh polish. Up to my shins, pressing into the calves behind them. 

It is pure bliss, feeling the hands of such an Adonis, roaming over me. Not the hands of an out of shape husband, soft and losing his crisp features. Or a gynecologist, medical and uninterested. Your body deserves the careful attention of a beautiful, sexy, strong man of youthful appearance. Even if he did just get done staring at your bottom.

"You have the legs of a goddess..."

A goddess. You. That is what you are. How you should be treated. Pampered, like a Queen, by her servants. Each one more gorgeous than the next. And if that means the towel slips away as his fingers push into your knees, slightly parting your legs, it is perfectly fine. Beauty is mean to be beholden. So what if he beheld my ass.

Your legs are alive with the electric relief that comes from a deep massage after a workout. Ken was so right. I feel so much tension removed from the deep pressure, the blood rushing into my muscles as his fingers release their pressure. Both hands now rubbing my upper right thigh, forcing the towel to gap open around my midsection.

Onto the left thigh, pushing, distorting. Oh, why does it feel so good. My legs want to spread open, let him probe, inside, where I'm warm. Ready. Is he nervous? Scared? I'm practically naked lying beneath him. His hands are so close. Please, Ken, slip inside of my panty line. I just let you look. Now, I want you to touch. Touch your goddess.

Brushing over the sides of my underwear, I can't believe it. He's totally bypassed the one area that is becoming most interested in a massage. The massive chia pet of a crotch must just gross him out. Fuck! I need to start trimming it. His hands are moving the soft tissue in my stomach, fingering my belly button. My body is sagging in disappointment.

The towel falls completely to my side. I'm totally exposed, feeling the cool air rush over my body. I've shown more skin at the beach, but didn't let the closest guy walk up to me and start rubbing oil into my body. But why has he stopped? His hands have paused, his body no longer moving. I open my eyes. What is he doing?

Holy christ, it's my bra. My nursing bra! I bet he's never seen something so horrendously unsexy on a woman. No black lace. No pink flowers. Bulky, heavy fabric rising high over my engorged breasts. As white as my skin. His eye's look like he is seeing an alien walk off of the mother ship. I have to defend myself for such a hideous display.

"It's a nursing bra."

Ken looks at me, dumbfounded. Eyes wide as he realizes the implications of the statement.

"Nursing..."

Look at Ken, admiring them. Almost worshiping them with his surprised stare. Lusting at the mysterious treasures. I've held them out for every man in the mall, nursing my kids. Couples out on romantic dinners, nursing in the restaurant. Husbands stare, wanting theme, but they remain off limits while nursing. Yet, with this young man, leaning over me, adoring every part of me, filling me with confidence, beauty, and happiness, they are completely on limits.

"Just unsnap the top..."

His hands are trembling. The confidence in his movements are gone. The nervous energy, ready to reveal a never before seen object. Lactating breasts. He unsnaps the top of my left breast, slowly pulling open the material, and shows you just how beautiful you are.

"Oh...Elizabeth...it's unbelievable...it's gorgeous..."

Oh, christ, his hands. They are so warm. So soft on the top of my chest. I can feel my milk letting down, swelling my nipple. The blood vessels are bulging, pumping blood, moving nutrients. His hands are cupping me, feeling the weight, gently squeezing their firmness. My breasts are orgasmic, ready to release.

"Careful...I haven't nursed today..."

Too late. His gentle prodding of your distended three inch nipples has done the damage. A small spray, erupting, but I'm not embarrassed. He's mesmerized, repeating the process, watching the milk stream to the side and down the side of my breasts. He speaks to no-one. 

"It's milk..."

He's looking at me. Mouth open. Eyes asking. Begging. Seeking permission. You've never, ever let anyone other than your children taste. Period. You need your husband's respect. Never would you debase yourself with him in such a manner. But a yoga instructor, young, slim, an Adonis. Just tilt your chest slightly. Raise it. Present it to him. Look at your nipple, indicating your willingness.

Ken is leaning in, so close your eyes. Just let it happen. OMG! His lips, surrounding my breast, tongue extended, licking! My milk is letting down. My body tingles. I feel the sprays entering his mouth! Oh, I feel it between my legs. I always do. Push up your chest, hands behind you head, and enjoy the feelings.

His hand is running down your stomach! Oh, god, his touch is so warm. So electric. Moving into your waste-band, searching. It feels so much better letting someone else touch you, feel you while breastfeeding instead of yourself. I could never let Frank know what I do while nursing. How could he look at me?

Fingers are playing with my bush, feeling the hairs. God, Ken, move lower! Don't toy with me. My body is expecting it. Ready for it. Oh, shit. Your touching the top of my pussy. Pressing into my clit. Thats it, rub it, move your hands, feel how wet you've made me. Have I made you hard? Open your eyes, check.

Elizabeth, look at the erecting in his pants. He's raging hard for you, kneeling next to you as he nurses. Run your hand along his hip, feel his tight buns. Oh, slide lower, pushing into the hard outline of is pants. He is so hard. Because of you. He wants you. Let him have you.

The suckling on your breast has stopped. The toying of your pussy has slowed. Ken is leaning back, looking at your bush, pushing down the front of your underwear. Look at you in the mirror, spreading your legs, large bush proudly displayed between your legs. Your wet slit, pink and swollen. Nursing bra open with one tit hanging free, glistening. 




A Secret Revealed Pt. 05: Secret Shared Ch. 03



"Elizabeth...this is so sexy..."

He isn't grossed out by it. Instead, it is so unique, so different than the young, bald pussies that he sees so often. It excites him, just like the newness of a lactating breast. He is pulling on your hairs gently, stretching them, marveling at them. Sliding down his face, smelling your must inside of the hairs. Tasting them. Licking them.

Lower Ken. Hear, let me help you. The hairs on your head are so soft as I rub them, pushing you lower, trying to force your tongue to just the right... 

"Oh...there..."

You found it Ken. My clit. My Betsy. The girl who has been looking for attention since she got here. The little lady who enjoyed looking at your ass, wanted you to look at hers, tried desperately to poke out of the yoga pants and let herself be kissed. Lick me, Ken. Oh, it feels so nice. So good. So new. So exciting.

Stopping? Already? Oh, please no. Don't. What are you doing, looking up at me, slipping my panties back over my bush. I'm just getting myself going, feeling your rhythm. Do you want me to hold myself open wider? Take off my panties? My bra? Anything. You can do anything to me. Just keep the feelings alive.

"Turn over..."

You want me to turn over? Oh, jesus, you want to lick me from behind. I don't do it like that. It's not how I cum. Not how I've ever cum. My bunnies don't get involved, don't make an appearance. How are you going to find Betsy? She'll be hidden. I don't want to turn over. I won't.

"Alright..."

Oh, fuck, if you want me to, I will. I'll try it, as long as you keep trying. Just roll over gently. Oh, wow, you can see your back and pantied ass in the mirror. Your bottom looks huge, bulging as you lie on your stomach. Which is why I never do it at home. At least, not with any lights on. And the one boob you didn't nurse from is firm, pressing into me, still full of milk. I don't like this position. How can I ever reach an orgasm?

"Here, let me tuck this under you..."

Tuck what? My eyes find you in the mirror, holding a large cylindrical pillow. I obediently raise my hips, my mind to focused on reaching an orgasm to question anything. I watch as my ass rises into the air and feel the pillow slide under my stomach. It's in place. Relax, let's see how this feels.

Christ, my ass is now over my head, bulging wide from the angle and pressure. My boobs are being crushed. Use your elbows, lift up. Look at yourself in the mirror. Your face is flushed, your hair is disheveled. Your eyes are a deep blue. Ken is now rubbing your back, looking at your face.

"You have such a beautiful body..."

His hands push into your shoulders, rubbing them hard. His hands slide under your bra strap, unable to release it with the clasp in the front. His fingers probe your muscles, trace your spine, swirl around your small back dimples. He is gripping my ribs, on the side of my body, squeezing me. He is so strong. Oh, look at the lust in his eyes. 

"You're a goddess..."

Your eyes meet and lock as he moves lower, to your legs, squeezing your calves. The vulgarity of your position is now perfectly clear as you look into the mirror, staring at your ass high and the pale white thighs spread slightly below. Opening gently. Revealing a damp patch of fabric clinging to your pussy. It sure looks like Ken will be able to find Betsy after all.

Just close your eyes. Let him find it. Enjoy the fingers, pushing into the back of your thighs. Spreading your legs wider. Your ankles move, now about a foot apart. His thumbs are gripping the inside of your things, squeezing your thick muscles, massaging them deep. Feeling the tender flesh that has been touched by less than six men. And never with such obscenity and force.

Fingers are slipping under my panties, pushing into my bottom. God, he's getting close. My vagina is ready for another run. I'm in this position for a reason. God, would you fucking get to it. Rubbing the cheeks of my butt feels nice, feels so sexy, especially since it is so forbidden. But, come on!

Oh FUCK oh FUCK oh FUCK. Hands on the top of my waistband. Fingers curling. It feels like he's about to, yes, my god, it's happening. He's just lowering the top, pulling, exposing your crack. Pulling them over the curve of your bent ass, over the round flesh, well beyond halfway. Cool air is rushing over your cheeks. A tinge of fear hits me. Why the fuck am I letting him pull down my panties?

The confidence he must have to do this. The desire for me. The need to visualize what he imagines. He called me a goddess. Shit, you've exposed yourself to so many men who didn't deserve it. Your ex husband, for starters. The few boys in college when you were drunk off your ass. Doctors. Here is a young, gorgeous, and in shape stud desperate to explore you. That's fucking why. Woman all over the world should be so lucky.

My god, but when did I last poop? Holy shit, please let my bunnies be clean. Where was I? Think! I was at Colleens, dropping of Emma. And, oh my god, she had that awful toilet paper - I wonder if I have any stuck in my butt? If I could just go and make sure I'm clean, oh, lord. Just peak. Look

Holy shit, thank god, I can see my ass crack perfectly. Nothing. Nothing, that is, but the eye of my bunny hole, flaring open at me, surrounded by thick dark hair. Oh, fuck! I just instinctively squeezed it shut. It is now just a tight pucker. Ken is also looking at me, watching me stare at my own ass, at my own asshole breathing like a fish out of water.

But, thank god, no toilet paper. But...oh my god, I want to die. The hair around my anus has thin layers of poop, smeared into it. I want to just cry. To throw up. Forget about the birth canal, spread open, revealing the inside of your vagina. The wetness, clearly showing how excited I am. I could give a shit about anything but the shit!

"Elizabeth...you have the butt of a goddess..."

A goddess who can't wipe. I'm mortified. Oh, just close your eyes, pretend it is not there. Clearly, he could care less. He has the bottle of oil, squirting small amounts at the top of each butt check. You can feel it, cool, running slowly into your back. His hands are on the top of my butt now, pushing into the oil.

He's rubbing the oil into my globes. I feel my butt cheeks molding around his fingers, flexing as he pushes into my soft flesh with ease. Around the sides he rubs, towards the center, squeezing my butt cheeks together. And now, he's spreading me open, holding my bottom wide, looking at the flared pussy just above your panties. The panties your mother bought for you, hanging just below your butt cheeks. If she could see them now.

Maybe you were mistaken about the poop. Just peek again. Oh, fuck. He's looking at your face. Rubbing your ass, wanting you to see what he is doing. Why is he staring at me in the mirror? God, who the fuck cares. It's there. His hand hands are now at the bottom of my ass, pulling. Fingers are touching my pussy lips. We watch my birth canal open.

"And your pussy...look at how sexy it is..."

Ken is playing with me. Fuck, what did you think would happen when you got in this position? The sooner he explorers, the sooner he plays. Arch your back, excite him, get his juices flowing. You are the goddess. Move your legs slightly wider, help his peering eyes. Show him your wetness. Look at his eyes. Show him lust. Lick your lips. Maybe then, he'll lick yours.

"You can do anything you want..."

Oh, yea. Talk sexy. Let him know how much you want him to want you. Close your eyes, pout. Oh my god, more oil. It's dripping into my crack, slowly, like a finger. Moving towards the hard bone, finding it, and then turning. Oh, feel it! Sliding towards my poop hole. Past the ring of hair, failing to defend it. Into the crinkled skin, now puckering hard. Finding the center, pooling, stopping. Oh my god!

Ken's hand is at the top of my ass now. Tracing the path of the oil, sliding between my cheeks. You know where he is going, sensing the impending car crash but unable to stop it. Open your eyes. Watch. It is too surprisingly exciting to ignore, despite your abhorrence when your husbands try. It is too taboo. It's almost there. Past the hair. It's...

"Oh my god..."

Did you just say that out loud? Let him know how exciting and turned on I am? Having my butt hole massaged, rubbed, toyed with. There are so many nerves. Oh my god, it is so disgusting, feeling the hairs fold into my skin, the dried pieces of poop being swirled into my bottom. Which is exactly why I don't let my husbands do this. It is vulgar. It is degrading. And it feels so good.

He's pressuring it, greasing it. Holy shit, your eyes are bulging, wide open, looking at yourself in your deep blue eyes. His finger has entered your ass. The virginal hole is being fingered. Look at his middle finger, bending in and out of your bottom. Your anus is flexing open around it. You are holding your breath, longer, watching, shocked at the pleasure you are receiving. Exhale!

"Uuuuggghhhhhh..."

Oh, that was more of a grunt. A gurgle of pleasure. His hand is moving onto your stomach, pushing between it and the pillow. Raise your hips. Let him find his way, into your bush. Rubbing. Pressing into Betsy. Your vagina is being played with, ready for the rubbings. With the finger touching your poop hole, your bunny hole, your body is charged and ready.

"Oh...yea...there..."

He's found your spot, pushing hard. His mouth is now kissing your bottom, biting gently the inside fold. His mouth is now over your swollen lips, slipping between them, tasting the inside of your pussy. Fucking you. Push back, hard, into his face. Into the licking tongue, the rubbing fingers. 

Spread your legs wider, he's trying to crawly between them. His finger has slipped from your butt hole, and you can feel it gasping for air. Looking for the lost digit. Holy Shit! He has replaced it with his tongue, licking it, rolling the dirt into your bottom. Cleaning you. Tasting the must. Pushing his tongue into your dirty hole as he pinches your clit.

"Oooocchhh..."

A cry of pleasure. My orgasm is close. My first rimming is creating feelings I never thought I'd experience. I want to explode. Push hard into his mouth. He's chewing on my butt hole, using his teeth gently. God, just move lower. Lick my pussy. Please. Just tell him. Let him know. Guide him. He will please you however you ask. You are a goddess.

"Lick...my pussy..."

Move your hands back, spread yourself open, show him the target. Make it stand proud. Uncover it from the mass of pubic hair. Provide a clear access. Just lean on your shoulders to prop yourself up. Help him help you. It's working. His face is moving. His tongue is rubbing, licking. It's...

"Oh...right there...hard..."

It's coming. You feel it. Deep inside of you. The licking of your clit is dragging it out of you. Oh, and his fingers, now gripping your ass on the inside, helping to keep your ass spread. Fingers are slipping towards the inside. Dragging the anal hairs around your bottom. The orgasm is coming.

"Ohhhh my Gaaawwwddddd..."

Ken has slid his finger deep into my anus! My asshole! Oh shit. I'm exploding. Stars. Dizziness. An internal anal massage, digging out the sexual feelings my body is longing to release. I'm humping his tongue hard, pushing into his probings. My muscles are convulsing. My legs squeezing together, crushing the body between them.

Further Ken is pushing into my bottom. My eyes flash open at the shocking feelings. I am know watching myself cum. Grimacing to the mirror in front of me. Nostrils flaring. Bucking my body to the young man behind me. There isn't anyone I'd rather cover with my vaginal juices. Beauty deserves beauty.

My orgasm, so strong, is slowly washing away. The taboo feelings of anal probings, from a person who's last name I don't even know, to whom I've muttered less than 100 words, is so erotic. More erotic than playing with myself while in the bath, or with my husband asleep next to me, or while breastfeeding. My body sags. I'm spent.

Ken senses that I'm done. His face is no longer buried between my legs and his finger is slowly removed from my rectum. It feels like I'm pooping him out. I can hear the slurping noises and then a final plop. Ken stands, looking down at me, the mom with her panties pulled down. The mom with her ass spread for the mirror. The mom with the swollen, wet, and matted pussy. The mom with her lactating breast exposed and crushed under her body.

I look in the mirror with post orgasmic shame. How did I end up allowing myself to be so abused. I have two kids, and if they came in and saw me now, they would be scarred for life. I reach behind me and lift up my panties, desperate to hide the hairy mess between my legs. Ashamed that I just allowed some man to lick my asshole clean. I told him he could do anything he wanted. He sure did. And I let it happen.

My heart drops as I see Ken in the mirror, lifting his shirt over his head. His erection is straining against his yoga pants. Fuck. He wants his turn. What the hell are you going to do now? Give him a blow job? Ask him to take care of it himself? Like you do your husbands? Shit, what the hell is he going to do now?

His pants are practically ripped off. There it is. His raging erection, but oh my lord, he's completely bald! No hair, anywhere. Not around his shaft, not on his stomach. His chest, his legs. Not even on his balls. He looks nubile. It's amazing. You have to touch it. To see if it is real. To see if it is as soft as it looks.

He must see the look in my eyes, the lust of a hormonal, middle age mom. Desperate to play with the boys penis in front of her. To inspect it, maybe even put some baby lotion on it. To diaper it. And I want to do all of that. Ken is going to let me, standing still, watching me kneel in front of him with my one tit swaying and exposed, the other covered. 

It's so hard to my touch. It flinches, bobbing up and down. The veins are so clear beneath his stretched skin, pulsing blood to his throbbing member. His balls are so smooth. The inside of his thighs are so soft. His pee hole is staring at me as though it sees my sole and knows I want to suck it. Taste it. I do. I lean forward and open my mouth. 

"Oh...Elizabeth..."

It's so warm, slipping easily into my mouth. My lips wrap around it, feeling the soft flesh push into my throat, sliding over my tongue. His heart is beating into my lips, through the walls of his erection. I don't use any of my hands, like I do with Frank, attempting to jerk him off with fingers and not my lips. But, for Ken, for his hairless penis, I let him enter as deep as he can, fondling his balls.

I know how to give a blow job when it counts. High school was a long way ago, asking Steve to stand up for my first attempt, braces making me proceed with caution. I guess it really didn't matter then how skillful I was. He sprayed all over my face in less than a minute. But, college guys and men need more work. More attention. My tongue is providing it.

"Shit...Elizabeth...by the mirror..."

Ken must like the visuals, as I guess all guys do. I can let him watch. I can let him observe how much I know. He gave me a killer orgasm. I can do the same, better than any teen bitch he may have been with. Show him that mom's give good head, better head. Look at you in the mirror, swirling your tongue around the tip. Letting him slip inside of you. Maybe you'll even open your mouth and let him jerk off into it. 

Do it for him. Jerk it. Look at your tongue, hanging out, begging him to cum on it. I bet this look will turn him on. How long do you think it will take him? God, your husbands some times are fucking you for thirty minutes. You can spend thirty minutes doing this. Talk to him. Help him get off.

"Cum on my face..."

Jerk him harder. Maybe if you grab the oil. Let's just see. His dick is so hard, he has to be ready. Look at his face, see how close he looks. Christ, he doesn't look close at all. He's just sitting there, watching you, pointing his dick at your open mouth as you jerk it in front of the mirror. He isn't anywhere close.

"Suck my balls..."

Maybe that will help. The skin is so soft compared to what you are used to. You can feel the large eggs rolling into your mouth, hard, full of semen. You look like a squirrel in the mirror with a penis about to poke your eye out. Ken is tilting your face so you are looking at your mouthful. God, this is not the look you were hoping for when you dressed this morning.

Thank god, he's backing away. My mouth just made a loud popping sound as he slipped free. Jesus, how are you going to make him cum. His penis is wet all over, glistening from your work. My pussy is an option, I suppose. I can live with it. Frank will never know. I am not going to suck him for the rest of my life. Shit, just let him do it. He'd be the hottest guy you've ever had sex with. You deserve it.

"Do you want to have sex...?"

Who is he, your husband? Did you just put the kids to bed? Is this that special event that occurs one a month some times? Yoga teachers don't have sex. You co-eds don't have sex. They fuck. 

"On the mat..."

I guess that is a yes. I guess you are going to do it. So, give him something to remember. Make it a fuck worth of a goddess. Squeeze your vagina. Get it tight. Try to hide the fact that two kids have passed through it. And make the angles work for you. Give him a view of your hot, goddess ass. You may not do it for your husbands, but for this guy, bend over in front of him.

"Face the mirror..."

The mirror. It's all about the mirror. So, give him double the pleasure. Put the yoga pillow right under your hip, make your butt the focus. Take your fucking bra off, it's killing you. God, my tits, they are hot. So fucking hot. And, look at the one that hasn't been touched yet. It's swollen. You look so good. Get ready Ken, I'm not going to let you have sex with me, I'm going to let you fuck me.

He's bending behind me. Spread your legs, give him room. He's rubbing himself, keeping himself hard for your pussy. His eyes are locked on your pantied butt, swelling up to him. Asking him to fuck it. Bending over for it. He's reaching for it. You want him to pull down your panties. You want him to violate you.

He grabs. But not the top. The side. He's pulling hard, stretching them, dragging them to the side. Exposing you. His eyes are wild. His hand is pumping on his penis, masturbating to the scene before him. You are so beautiful, he doesn't need anything other than the ability to look at you. Maybe he won't even penetrate you. Spread your legs, give his semen a wide landing strip. Push open your asshole. Turn him on.

"Oooooooooocccccchhhhh."

Ken just rammed your wet pussy. His dick is slamming into your cervix. You are so wet, so stretched from years of use that he found no resistance. Oh my god, he's fucking me. Hard and sudden. My ass cheeks are being rammed by his hips as he leans into me, pulling back my head with hands thrown under my chin. He's bending me back, like the cobra position.

Arch your chest high. Show him your nursing tits, in the mirror. That's what he wants. A woman with milk. With swollen tits and nipples larger than he's seen before, each with motherly erections that spray milk. Let him cup them, move his hands into them, almost lifting you by them. Fight the soreness from your engorgement. Look at yourself in the mirror, being fucked. Thrusting your body every second to his bucking hips.

He has both hands on the breast he didn't nurse from. Squeezing it. Masturbating it. You know it will happen. His body is slowing the thrusting, waiting for it. You feel his hardness puling in your vagina as the first stream releases from your breast, spraying the mirror. He points your areola right at the glass, spraying it. Releasing your semen.




A Secret Revealed Pt. 05: Secret Shared Ch. 03



Oh, shit. The semen. He cannot come in you. You can't get pregnant. How stupid to not even think about protection. You can sense he is swelling inside of you as he enjoys molesting your tit. Maybe he can finish by jerking off on your bottom. Oh, god, but how can you stop him, his hands on your lactating breasts. It would take the jaws of life to release any man from a milk laden boob.

Bend yourself forward, forcing him to release you tit. But now what. He's merely picked up his pace, moving his fingers into your mouth, pulling your lips, exposing your teeth. Forcing an obscene smile. You have to tell him. Now. To come on your bottom. Your butt. Your ass. Say it!

"Cummm enn myyy asss..."

Lift your butt, show him the target. Oh, thank god. He got the message. His penis is sliding out. Your watching him, in the mirror, jerk himself. He must be close. Position your bottom, be ready for the spray. Give him a sexy look, like you enjoy watching him play with himself. That he can look at your ass. Put your hands on your butt. Hold it open. Push out your asshole. Fucking turn this yoga stud on and slip your own finger in your butt.

God. He must be ready. He's leaving into your butt cheeks, pressing his penis. Move your hand. Let him cum. His tip is touching your poop hole. Pushing into it. You wait for the semen, feeling his hand jerking into your butt. Your eyes are locked on your own, so proud of the man you have landed with your beauty. And you feel it.

A massive force has thrust itself into your rectum! The oil. The hardness. The force, splitting you open, like a giant poop. Ken has taken your anal virginity, desperate for his own need to cum, looking for the tightest hole you have to offer. Oh...fuck...Elizabeth... You are getting fucked up the ass!

"Oooowwww..."

You can't help but scream in shock at the sudden invasion. You watch face distort at the incredible violation, the opening of your bowels. Ken holds you tight, bottoming out in one push, letting his penis absorb the warmth and slick walls of your bowels, squeezing him tight. 

"It's so fucking tight Elizabeth..."

He is pushing down your shoulders, forcing you into the mat. Ken has found a target and position he is ready to cum to. You told him to cum on your ass, and he took it as an invitation to cum in your ass. The sodomy has started. You feel like you should yell, but you don't. You feel like you should push him out, but you don't. Just bend over and take it. You wanted this young stud, and if you were ever going to lose your anal virginity, it might as well be to him. Another push into my bowels. I can't help my reaction.

"Eeewwww..."

Thank god for the oil. You are simply a tight hole for him to slip in and out of. His pace is sympathetically slow, so you can thank him for that later if you want. Now, just look through the slit in your eyes and try to see when he is about to cum. The initial penetration has been complete, and now, you are left with an odd tingling sensation around your anus.

"I'm fucking my goddess up her ass..."

He's talking to himself. His reflection. Ken keeps staring at himself in the mirror, sometimes pausing, lifting his hips, trying to show the anal penetration to himself. He must like the show he puts on. That I am putting on. That my ass is putting on. Oh my god, he's slipped it out, maybe he's done. My butt hole seems wide open, air slipping into my rectum. Thank...ohmygod. He's slipped it in again.

"Her name is Elizabeth..."

His pace is starting to pick up. The pace of a man who feels he is about to cum. His erection is growing inside of me. I sense the imminent release. My body braces for it. I'll let him cum in my bottom. I can't get pregnant from this. Say something. Don't just be a dead fuck.

"Do it...in my bunny hole..."

Oh, shit. Is that the best dirty talk you can come up with? Fuck, it doesn't matter. Ken has mercifully ended your first anal encounter. He has slipped out with a loud slurping noise, grabbed his penis, and moved his butt onto your ass. He is jerking himself to completion. Fuck, I want to watch this.

"I'm cumming...your tits..."

I quickly roll over. I watch the man on the verge of orgasm wildly stroke himself, lean his body forward. He knows the feelings inside of himself and how to best release them. And he wants a visual aid. So thank him for not cumming in your ass and put your hands back, stretch out your tits, and give him the target.

"Oh...god..."

His penis sprays a stream of white syrup on your milk laden breast. Fuck, and your holding it for him, aligning your nipple with his ejaculating head. Another stream, jerking his body, splattering your dark areola. God, why couldn't he just skip your ass and do this. His body is settling down from the violent eruption. Oh, look at the fluids still seeping out of his pee hole. You got that out of him.

"Oh, jesus Elizabeth...that was so fucking good..."

He is looking at you. Look back. Be sexy. Say something.

"I don't think I every came so hard..."

Ken grabs his shirt and wipes the semen on your chest, cleaning you with tender care. The guys you've been with before, especially your first husband, left that job to you. Despite the pulsing of my asshole, recovering from losing it's virginity, I loved every minute of the experience. Body and mind. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the warm cuddles from the young man beside you. The man snuggling next to you. Feel young and alive again in his arms.

"Elizabeth...I don't think I have either. Your butt looks soooo good."

Oh my god, if anyone knows, he does. I think he got a better look at my ass than anyone I've ever known, including myself. He makes me feel so happy about myself.

"Do you really think I have a good butt?"

Ken looked at her and smiled.

"It's the butt of a goddess."

...

I stared at the screen for some time, processing what I just watched. I felt slightly bad for Beth, knowing that she had to reinforce some pitiful self-esteem in the manner that she did. Letting herself be violated, molested, and abused. 

People talk about the nurturing and care teenage girls take, that the confidence they walk around with is fragile and often just a projection. That inside, they are insecure and bound to make bad decisions because of it. After what I just watched, you could say that for a woman of any age.

As I pondered the plight of women, my phone rang. I looked at saw it was Beth, paused, and then decided to answer the call.

"Hello?"

I knew exactly who it was, but feigned surprise. And I was surprised as Beth spoke, calm and cool.

"Yes, hi Peter, it's me, Elizabeth. Can you talk?"

Wow. She seemed to be completely un-mad. Almost like she was calling to discuss one of our rare co-parenting, let's solve it together type of issues. 

"Yea, I'm free."

Beth began to ramble.

"So, I'm not mad. Really. I'm not. I think it's sick and...well, I'm not mad, and so, I wanted you to know that. You had your fun, and I guess I don't really get it...but, well, whatever. I just need to, well...I can't...I need to ask you a favor and not say anything about it...you know, about Ken and me...and, well, what we did together...please, I can't have Frank..."

Beth's anger had turned to fear. Fear of being removed from the pleasant life she had. The least I could do after this morning was to reassure her.

"I won't, Beth, I promise..."

Beth sighed, slightly relieved.

"Thanks. Really, I mean it. I'd ask for the tape, but then, you'd probably just make a copy...so I'm asking, please, to just not do anything with it...keep it for yourself, fine, whatever. But don't let Ken have it, or anyone else. Please, it would be so embarrassing...for Tom especially."

I hadn't thought about that.

"Of course, I absolutely will not."

Beth was silent. Her pleas had been listen to and accepted. There was nothing more, but she kept on the line. I waited. Eventually she spoke.

"Peter, why did you do it...why?"

I had no reason, actually, that I could easily explain to myself. The desire, the revenge, her beauty, the animalistic need. It was all mixed together in one reason. I gave her the best one I could.

"Really, I'm not sure. I guess, well, for the same reasons that you had for Ken, in some way."

Processing the answer in her mind, Beth thought about it for a few seconds and then spoke.

"Well, yoga's not happening again, I can tell you that."

Beth was ready to wind up the conversation. I figured I could end it with the best, friendly response I could come up with.

"Beth, really, you don't need yoga or anything else. Your body looks great as it is. Believe me, woman would kill for your butt."

Another pause as Beth let the compliment sink in and possibly resurrect a shattered confidence, knowing that her time with Ken had come to an abrupt halt.

"Do you really think my butt looks good?"