My Wife Took Up Yoga

Fbailey story number 371


My Wife Took Up Yoga


After our second child my thirty-five-year-old wife complained that it was much harder for her to loose the weight and get her figure back. I just liked her large milk filled breasts.

So anyway she joined a yoga class that met twice a week. That meant that I got stuck babysitting. Even though she expressed her mother’s milk and put it in bottles for me, it was still a pain in the ass to warm it up and get our new daughter to drink it.

The bright spot in all that was watching her get ready to go. It required her to take a bath while I watched and handed her our two-month old daughter to bathe. Then she carefully shaved her pussy. That used to be my job but since the baby she has been doing it herself. She was afraid that I would get too excited and want sex. Hell I would want sex with her even if she was dressed in a sack and covered with mud.

Getting dressed required her to apply baby powder to her body, fix her hair, and even apply makeup. But the best part was watching her pour herself into her yoga outfit. She felt the need to wear full size panties to help keep the tight leotards out of her girl cracks. I had news for her they didn’t help. That leotard was about two sizes smaller than was necessary. I watched as she pulled it up her shapely legs, over her slightly rounded belly, and then up over her enlarged breasts to slip her arms into the sleeves. Then she grabbed the material over her breasts and shook the leotard as she shook her breasts trying to get everything in the right places. I watched as she slipped her fingers into her leg openings and tugged it out so as to cover her fat pussy. I smiled as she pulled on her sweatpants knowing that the leotard material was already up into her slit giving me an excellent view of her camel toe. God I wished that I was in that class with her. She slipped on her sweatshirt and left before the baby could demand a tit.

I watched her from the front door as she walked to her car and pulled out of the driveway. Just then the baby wanted to be changed and fed and the two-year-old woke up crying. Welcome to parenthood. I had a busy night, put both girls to bed, and was just about to pass out when my wife came home horny. I could not believe my luck.

I helped her out of her sweats, out of her yoga leotards, and out of her panties.