Page 23 of Opening It Up
I was setting up for my yoga class when Makayla waltzed in with her perfect breasts and shiny glittery thighs and her hair in a long, elegant ponytail.
Well, this was awkward. Why was she here in my Gentle Yoga class? She always went to Hot Yoga next door.
Maybe this was the Kitchen Table Polyamory Harley had claimed to want.
In that case, I was determined to be as friendly as I could.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” I replied, doing a few stretches.
“This doesn’t have to be awkward,” Makayla said. “Just because I’m dating your husband.”
Well, she sure as fuck wasn’t going to get the better of me.
“Of course not,” I said.
“We’re all adults here.”
“Of course,” I agreed. “You are welcome in my class any day you choose.”
My friendly acceptance seemed to annoy Makayla. But if she was expecting me to be the jealous wife, she was sadly mistaken.
Then there was an awkward silence.
God, where was everybody else?
Makayla stretched in front of me, her shiny glittery breasts almost popping out of her tank top.
“Do you have any tips for Harley?” she asked abruptly.
“Tips?” I asked in bewilderment.
“Well,” she asked, licking her lips and suddenly looking unsure. “Just. . . like tips for pleasing him.”
“He likes to play board games,” I said. “I’m sure it would please him if you played one of them with him.”
“Ew. And no, I didn’t mean that,” Makayla waved the idea away. “I don’t think Harley liked my blowjob very well.”
This felt absolutely surreal, having my husband’s girlfriend asking me for tips on how to blow him.
“What do you mean?” I asked, stalling for time.
“Well, he didn’t make much noise when I did it? And he didn’t even come? Is this some kind of older guy thing?”
Oh, Harley would love hearing himself being referred to as anolder guy.
“He’s really very basic,” I said. “I can’t think of any specific tips, I’m sorry.”
Makayla frowned.
“He kept lookingdownat me,” she said with dissatisfaction. “Like he was waiting for me to do somemove, and I don’t know what that is. Clearly it’s a moveyoudo.”
She looked rather pissed.
“You’ve absolutely come to the right person,” a voice like aged whiskey came from behind me, and I felt a big rough hand gently caress my jaw. “Lily-Mae can make any man go off like a firecracker. The things I’d do to have her mouth aroundmycock.”
Makayla’s jaw dropped open as she stared at Leopold, her gum dropping from her tongue onto her long silky ponytail.
