Horny Bhabhi Fucks Yogi While Husband Sleeps
This story is based on an episode from Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read here . Ashok almost passed out while jogging with Savita. He only joined her this one time, but what he saw was enough to drive him mad! Savita had too many fit and athletic young men around her at all times. They sniffed around her, and it made him feel self-conscious about his fitness. He kept picturing their young cocks penetrating Savita’s tight body, and it was too much for him. He needed to find a way to keep Savita at home. But also give her a new routine for her daily workout. Savita was busy talking to another one of her fellow ‘admirers,’ so she didn’t even bother to look at him while they were running together. Ashok was furious, but as he got up to leave, a swift wind blew something right onto his sweaty face. It was a flyer about yoga fitness. Ashok read the flyer out loud. Ashok: Couples yoga. Get fit from home! Ashok was excited. He knew exactly what to do for once. He turned around, smirked at the muscular douche Savita was talking to, and silently walked away. The next day rolled around. Savita was at the door getting ready to leave for her jog. Ashok eyed her body. Her tight frame was squeezed into constricting athletic wear. Savita’s lips looked as full as always, and her eyes betrayed a dissatisfied longing for something more. Savita: Ashok, are you going to join me today? Ashok: Actually, Savita, I have a surprise for you. Savita: A surprise? What’s going on? Ashok: Well, you don’t have to go jogging today! I’ve arranged for in-house couples yoga with a yogi. Ashok handed her the flyer. Savita’s eyes widened when she saw the price! She was stunned. But Ashok kept insisting that she stay because he had already arranged for their class. Savita reluctantly canceled her jog and waited with Ashok for this ‘Yogi’ to arrive. Savita could sense that it was a bad idea, and she couldn’t shake the feeling. Soon the doorbell rang, and Ashok opened it. The yogi was a young man around the age of 25. He didn’t seem old enough to be a yogi. Savita was suspicious. She observed him suspiciously as Ashok showed him the living room. Ashok: Yogi ji, I have moved the furniture in the living room to create space for our workouts. Yogi held his palm up to silence Ashok as he talked. Yogi (inhaled deeply): My dear Ashok, they are not workouts. They are called Asanas. Ashok: Yes, of course. Yogi ji, what type of Asanas are you going to teach us today? Yogi eyed Ashok, knowing full well that he was too unfit to attempt even the most basic Asanas. His eyes then wandered over to Savita. They lit up as he studied her healthy physique. He knew from a single glance that he wanted to touch her body with detailed, hands-on instruction. Yogi: I offer three different forms of Asanas. There are basic poses, then intermediate, which is a bit tougher. Then, finally, the professional level with more hardcore poses. Ashok answered immediately without thinking. Ashok: Hardcore! We want hardcore! Savita (almost speechlessly surprised): Ashok! Yesterday you couldn’t keep up with me during some light jogging! I think we should slow down a bit! Yogi eyed Savita’s body longingly, knowing full well that the hardcore workout would be too much for her chubby hubby to handle. Yogi ji nodded in agreement to Ashok’s decision to partake in hardcore asanas. Yogi: Alright! Get into position! Ashok and Savita were put in poses where they had to support each other to hold the poses. Ashok was exhausted almost immediately. Yogi ji instructed Ashok to hold Savita in the air using his arms and legs during one pose. But Ashok trembled uncontrollably and dropped Savita. Savita fell with a heavy thud on top of a sweaty Ashok. The yogi pulled Savita off of Ashok, who seemed too exhausted to continue. Ashok: Yogi ji, I hope it’s alright if I take a quick break before we continue. Yogi nodded his approval. Ashok promptly crawled up on the couch to catch his breath and fell deep asleep. It was now just Savita and the Yogi, face-to-face in the awkward silence. The yogi couldn’t take it anymore. Sweat glistened on Savita’s tight body. It made him want to lick every inch of her fondly. He wanted to coax Savita into doing what he wanted. So he pretended to pack his things to leave. Savita: Wait! Are you leaving? Yogi: Yes, unfortunately, it looks like your husband will be out for a while, so we cannot continue the session anyway. Savita: Wait! Aren’t there any Solo Asanas that I could try on my own? Yogi: Unfortunately, that’s against company policy. The yogi packed slower, hoping that Savita would take the bait, and before he knew it, she did. Savita asked him to do the Asanas with her. Since the class has already been paid for, she didn’t see the harm in completing it. The yogi was pleased, and he agreed to her request. He could not wait to run his hands all over her tight body, feeling every inch of her soft skin as it melted under his rugged yet experienced arms. As the Yogi stretched Savita’s tight body, she felt a wave of calm wash over her body. She did everything as he instructed. The yogi took his time feeling her soft flesh as he put her into various poses. Savita couldn’t help but feel aroused as his rugged arms pushed and pulled her tight frame into a dozen yoga Asanas. At one point, he pushed Savita’s legs into the air and split them wide apart. She gasped as the cool air hit her wet pussy. She was thirsting for his touch now. The yogi brought her legs back together and pushed her hips up higher. Savita bit her lip as his hot breath hit her throbbing cunt softly. She was almost at her limit now, yet she silently wished he wouldn’t stop. The yogi had no intention of stopping either. He stood behind Savita and sat her up. As she stretched her shoulders, his cock popped out from beneath his shorts and rested on Savita’s sweaty shoulder.