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A Secret Revealed Pt. 03

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 faded off to sleep.

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 sight 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 ex-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.
"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 her 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 form 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 glass 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 saliva.

"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.
"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 moved 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 tot" 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, vagina 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 folded 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 knew 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.
Turning quickly, I grabbed it just as it was about to tip over. I held it, turning, wondering if my presence had been revealed. Beth remained in her spent position, cooing softly. Ken was gently kissing above her bush, sensing that Beth was done using his face as a crotch post. He backed away, looking at her splendor.

"You trimmed your bush. It looks incredible..."

Beth let out a satisfied sigh, knowing that she did look incredible. I watched, removing the camera from the tripod, setting placing the stand on the ground. The camera was similar to mine, HD, with the standard zoom and record buttons.

I held it, aiming it closer to Beth's ass. She slid down, her cheeks spreading as they gripped against the mirror. I zoomed in on her asshole, filling the screen of the camera with her open bottom.

"You look incredible, Mister. Lie back. Let's see your pose."

Ken leaned back, legs spread, lifting his shirt over his head. His hair free body chest showed clear definition and form. Tossing his shirt aside, Ken kicked off his pants that were hanging just below his ass. There was not a trace of hair anywhere on his body other than his head. His penis was completely bald, balls included.

"Oh...yea...this is a good one..."

Beth leaned forwards, feet planted firmly on each side of the mirror against the wall. Ken bent his knees around her body, presenting his nakedness to Beth. Beth ran her hands along the floor, raising her ass, pushing it against the mirror. Almost sitting on the mirror. Ken looked over Beth's back as she bent down, focussing on the asshole that was now inches from the glass. Ken roared as Beth slipped him into her mouth.

"Oh...fuck...Elizabeth..."

Beth began gently rolling Ken's penis in her mouth. She wasn't giving him a fast and hard blowjob. Instead, she was tasting him. Feeling his firmness roll around her tongue. After a couple playful swirls, sensing the flow of blood through the veins of his erection, Beth looked up at him.

"I want you to cum..."

Ken clearly wanted to also. His hands roamed over Beth's ass, her pussy, the deep red from her swollen lips, fresh from masturbation. He pushed it towards the mirror.

"Touch the mirror with your asshole...push it..."

Beth looked over her shoulder, herself now interested and curious with the object of the request. The vulgarity of his request did not bother her in the slightest. Bearing down, Beth held her breath and pushed, flaring open her vagina and asshole. Forcing her butt crack into the mirror. Pushing with her cheeks. And then she did it.

Her asshole was kissing the glass, opening for it, showing the faint traces of brown inside a pink passage. I captured every flex, every pulse, every breath as the anus before me lived. To my shock, I lifted my hand, pressed it into my own semen, and swirled it around her asshole. Beth seemed to blow her butt a kiss.

Satisfied with her accomplishment, Beth leaned forward and swallowed Ken's erection. He leaned back, satisfied with the visual stimulation. Beth pulled her ass away from the mirror, away from my sperm, leaving a star type of kiss on the glass. She pushed on the back on Ken's thighs, spreading him open, bouncing her mouth up and down. She slipped low, sucking his balls, lower still, rimming his ass.

"God Beth...my asshole...finger it..."

Another taboo that Beth had overcome, apparently not wanting to seem prudish with her young stud. Beth reached under her chin, tickling his asshole with a red finger nail as she flicked away with her tongue, pretending it was a man's clit. Ken grabbed his cock, stroking it, not trying to cum, wanting to enjoy the sensation. He rocked back, hands moving to the rear of his thighs.

"Wind relieving..."

Ken held his pose while Beth pushed into his ass, almost eating it around her finger. She leaned up, her own ass pointing at me.

"Your bunny hole is tight..."

Beth felt inside of him, moving her hand to his erection while probing his anal cavity. Curling her finger, Ken jumped forward. Almost lurched forward. Beth smiled.

"Ohhh...I found a bunny...should I milk it..."

Ken pushed down on her hand, holding her finger still inside of himself. He apparently did not want to cum from his prostrate being "milked" or any other anal stimulation. At least not his own anal stimulation. Straightening out his legs, Ken gently pushed Beth's hand out of his butt.

"Jesus...no...get on me..."

Beth smiled down at him, bringing her vagina away from the mirror and over his penis. Ken's erection was pointed right up at Beth. I focussed the camera on her butt, wanting to let the penetration, whatever was, be the focal point. Beth moved her pussy to the head of his penis, dragging her folds expertly over his tip. Ken groaned with anticipation.

"Mmmmm"

She was teasing Ken, and he let her. Holding down his arms, Beth felt his penis drag towards her birth canal, centered herself, and slowly let him slip inside of her. The vagina I watched give birth to our son. Ken looked around her body, watching the invasion take place in the mirror, moaning threw squinted eyes. Beth let her head perch up like a proud, dominant bird.

"Is this what you want...?"

Up and down Beth began to ride him. A thin film of skin would pull out of her vagina, stretching along the shaft of his penis for about one half of an inch. Then, when his pink head became visible, Beth lowered herself, squeezing shut her asshole in the process. Clamping down with her bowels to help the motherly vagina grip his shaft. Then, on the upstroke, Beth would release her grip, pushing open her vagina. Her bunny hole would flex open in the process.

"You know what I want..." Ken spoke in a dreamlike state.

Beth pumped more, moving her hands off of Ken's arms, leaning her breasts over his chest. Ken moved his palms onto Beth's shoulders, rubbing her, sliding along the spine of her back. Up and down Beth kept fucking the yoga instructor, trying to please him, trying to please herself. Feeling the hard sign of acceptance pushing into her middle age pussy. It told her she was the most beautiful and wanted female by this young stud. She would do anything for the confidence it generated in her.

"You can do anything you want..."

Ken ran his fingers over Beth's round bottom, moving towards his erection, opening her butt. Beth paused, sensing the resistance from his grip. Ken kept his left hand on her bottom, gripping the soft lower flesh and pulling it wide. His right hand move down to his penis that was pushed inside of her vagina. With a soft plop, Ken folded it out of her pink flesh.

"You know what I want..." Ken looked at Beth, eyes knowing she was submitting to him as he repeated his statement.

Holding his erection firm, Ken slid the head of his penis against the puckered brown hole that was off limits for the years of our marriage. Perhaps it was age that softened Beth. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she had to offer more of herself to maintain the feverish interest of a younger man. Perhaps she actually enjoyed it, realizing it only after years of fear. Whatever the reason, Beth looked at Ken with permission.

"My bunny hole..."

Ken pushed his purple head into Beth's bottom, wet and slick from oil. With little resistance, her sphincter opened, swallowing the intruder. Beth lowered her butt gently, guiding his shaft into her rectum, slowly and smoothly. Finding that his flesh had been granted an easy entrance, now halfway buried in her bottom, Ken moved his hand to the lower part of Beth's right butt cheek and spread open the other half of her ass.

"Fuck...Elizabeth...your so tight..."

Beth's bottom was squeezing his erection. Crushing it with the strong muscles used to pass out her daily waste. Her poop from her poop hole. Deeper he travelled into her anatomy, feeling her biology, moving his fingers through the damp anal hair that surrounded her opening. Beth settled her bottom onto the probing flesh, feeling the base on Ken's penis as she stopped. Beth had swallowed his erection. Ken would have to do the rest of the work.

"I can feel you...deep..."

Ken began his slow pumping, juices sliming out as Beth's asshole was pulled and stretched, wrapping around a penis that was being removed from her anal bowels. Her biological center. Small streaks of brown appeared faintly on his white shaft, showing the depths and depravity of his exploration. Faster, Ken began a steady rhythm of in and out, anus dragging open, anus collapsing in on itself. It may have been a fantasy of mine that I masturbated to frequently. Ken was living the dream. He was fucking Beth up her ass.

"Jesus...I'm almost there..."

Clearly, the foreplay, the yoga play, the tit play, the milk play, and the anal play had done it's job. Ken didn't need long inside such a tight, warm, and erotic hole. His pace was quickening. His cock was moving quick, gathering a few more streaks of brown, plowing into Beth's butt.

"Do it...in my bottom..." Beth was ready for him to cum as well.

Ken showed no concern in his thrusts any more. In and out, ramming Beth. Doing what he needed for release. Squeezing his fingers into the sides of his penetrations. Running his fingers around the ridge of her stretched anus. Forcing Beth's butt to squeeze him. Stretching her butt cheeks wide, giving the appearance they formed one round globe.

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

With a forceful thrust, Ken paused his fucking, letting his sperm spray inside of Beth, wanting to send it deep. Another sudden jerk, spasming into Beth's poop hole, ramming his semen into her ass. Beth felt the sprays inside of her warmth and squeezed her bottom to help milk the orgasm.

"I feel it...deep...spraying..."

Another jerk, and Ken started to slow himself. His penis was sputtering, running out of juice, having ejaculated his sperm violently and quickly. The orgasm of a young man. Powerful and potent. Ken lay back, holding onto Beth's ass, dragging her towards him. His penis slipped out, limp, no longer able or willing to penetrate Beth's asshole.

I stared in disbelief at the result. Not at the brown smudges on Ken's penis, or semi-transparent slime that covered it. I almost appreciated the result, wished it were my own penis. Instead, the shocking vulgarity lie in Beth's asshole, still open wide, as though it was waiting for the fucking to continue. Asking for it. Pleading for it. Drooling for it, even though the drool appeared to be Ken's semen, leaking out of Beth's rectum.

Her poop hole was a smooth tunnel, pink and wide. Towards the back, the source of brown smudges on Ken's manhood could be seen. Beth's rectum bulged and flexed, wondering where the special friend that was visiting went. Sensing that her bottom might betray her and suddenly start to let slip the stores meant for the toilet, Beth tried to clamp her butt-hole shut. She was only half successful, the dark brown ridges of her anus still yawning, creating a perfect circle about the size of a dime.

"Oh, did I just fucking cum..."

Ken ran his hands through Beth's hair, thanking her in his own way. Pushing her down, indicating what he wanted next. Beth moved her butt to the side, slipping off of him, hiding her gapping poop hole from my leering eyes. From the camera capturing every moment on film. She lay her head on his stomach, looking at his penis, gently massaging it.

"Is there any left for me...?"

Beth looked at the limp member and kissed it, unconcerned about the last port of entry. Her tongue lifted it, folded it up towards his stomach. Then, she opened her mouth, letting the soiled penis slip inside as she suckled. Beth gently nursed on his penis, closing her eyes, resting from the most sexually intense and explicit display I had ever seen. Her throat gulped, swallowing the last retirements of Ken's orgasm. The show was over.

Stopping the camera, I stepped back, pulling up my pants. While the lovers recovered, I figured it was the best time to slip out unnoticed. If discovered, it was even money who would have killed me first. Camera in tow, I shut the door to the studio and left the hedonism behind.

I just filmed my first porn, starring my ex wife and her yoga instructor. I probably screwed up many of the camera angles, most likely lost track of what was going on, and lord knows the sound quality was going to be awful. No matter, it was 15 minutes that I was going to treasure for the rest of my life. But, for the next week I was going to be pretty busy. Top on my list was to find out how to become a yoga instructor. The fringe benefits looked fucking awesome.
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