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We talk openly about the girls she likes at the studio. In fact, two weeks ago we were behind quite a lovely brunette girl that couldn’t be more than nineteen-years-old.

I knew Eva wanted to fuck Ashley the moment she bounced into class and placed her yoga mat and tight ass directly in front of my wife.

I winked at Eva several times throughout class. In fact, during savasana, I found myself thinking about what my wife’s face would look like buried in between Ashley’s legs.

I glanced at my wife and felt myself get hard. Despite our age, Eva looks incredibly youthful — she easily passes for her early to mid twenties. I attribute this to her Jamaican and Dutch mixed-race heritage. She attributes it to her daily routine of yoga, pilates, squats and a jog. We’re also vegan and that helps quite a bit.

After class that day, Eva made casual conversation with Ashley — the young woman in front of us. I watched as my wife went in for the kill: her cute smile and beautiful brown skin were no match for impressionable college-aged girls at a yoga studio. Eva plays up her “exotic” looks to snag white girls, often dressing in ambiguously foreign prints that could be Jamaican, Indian or even Asian. She always wears a heart-shaped, rainbow Pride necklace and we both stopped wearing our wedding rings ages ago.

“Take off your wedding ring, Rad,” my wife ordered one day. “I think they are the ultimate pussy blockers.”

I nearly spit my coffee out as I burst into laughter.

“Ummm, ok,” I replied as I slid my ring off and placed it in her hand.

“Let’s see if we can score us more pussy without these!” Eva said, slipping her ring off and placing both of them in our kitchen’s “junk drawer”.

I watched Eva make small talk with Ashley — occasionally running her finger down the young girl’s arm or back. Cracking a wicked half-smile or playfully circling one of her own exotic jet black curls in her hand, Eva continued flirting, occasionally bitting the end of her own hair.

“Hey, Rad, this is Ashley,” Eva said, bringing me into the post-yoga class conversation.

“She’s going to come over and borrow my copy of Iyengar’s Light On Yoga ,” added Eva.

“Oh, awesome,” I said, extending my hand to shake Ashley’s. My eyes locked on hers. I added, “that’s a great book — you’ll love it!”

Making sure Ashley didn’t see, Eva rolled her eyes at me — knowing full well I had never read the book and was only trying to impress yet another hot young girl we were trying to fuck.

I trailed behind Eva and Ashley on the walk home from the studio. I pretended to be uninterested in them and stayed nearly a half a block back, looking more intrigued by my phone than the two gorgeous women in front of me.

When we got to our place, Eva began to show Ashley around our small house which was mostly filled with philosophy books, jazz biographies, old instruments and my photography equipment. Eva and I are professional jazz musicians, so our house is quite artsy and there’s always something for a stranger to find interest in.

As Eva was busy working on Ashley I knew the best thing I could do was make the ladies some tea. Busy in the kitchen, I could hear Eva telling Ashley about an adventure we had from our last Asian tour, then showing her a picture of our concert in India, pausing to ask the young girl if she’s ever been overseas.

In addition to realizing long ago that our rings were indeed pussy blockers, we also realized that what young girls really want is a well-traveled, worldly older couple. A duo that they can tell their girlfriends about, by saying something like “hashtag couple goals”. Eva and I did our best to be that couple. Of course, that’s pretty much who we are, we just try to emphasis it a bit.

“I made you guys some chai,” I said, giving each girl a cup.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower,” I said as I kissed Eva on the cheek, adding, “It was nice meeting you, Ashley — I’m sure I’ll see you at class again sometime.”

“Oh, you too Rad! I love your house!” said Ashley.

As I walked upstairs I could hear Eva searching for the book she used as bait to bring the teen to our house.

Once upstairs, I put an old Chet Baker record on the turntable we keep in our bedroom knowing Eva would appreciate a bit of atmosphere coming from upstairs.

In the shower I found myself thinking about Eva and where she was at with Ashley — hoping to god she was getting close to where we wanted her. They made a cute pair. Eva’s beautiful brown skin on top of Ashley’s white body would make for a lovely sight. I thought about the teen’s toned ass that was just inches from my wife’s face for most of the yoga class that day. I knew exactly what my wife would like to do to her in that position. I was getting hard and without realizing it, had been using the bar of soap to slowly masturbate in the shower.

Save yourself for later, cowboy! I said to myself realizing that tonight I’d either be fucking my wife or fucking my wife and a teen she brought home from yoga class. Either way, I was a winner.

Sadly I stopped jerking off and finished the shower trying to not think about the girls a floor below me. I didn’t want to stand around our upstairs with a boner for the next hour after all!

Putting on some sleeper pants, I laid in bed scrolling through my phone and listening to the soft conversation downstairs.

“That’s so cool that you guys get to travel all over and make music together!” I heard Ashley say.

I smiled thinking about all the girls that have said that to Eva before.

We have this down to a fucking system! I smirked.

“The travel is great and all, but Rad is like my best friend so us spending time together is really the most fun!” I heard Eva reply to Ashley.

“That’s so awesome,” Ashley whispered awestruck.

Eva continued. “Rad’s so supportive too…”

Here we go, she’s making her move! I shook my head as I continued to listen to my wife work on the teen.

“When I first came out I thought he’d totally freak, but he’s been so awesome about it,” said Eva.

“Oh, are you gay?” asked Ashley.

“No, no, no, I’m bi. I could never live my life without dick!” Eva laughed.

I thought I heard Ashley laugh, but wasn’t sure.

Silence for a few moments.

Ashley’s voice cut finally through the silence. “How does it work then? I mean if you’re bi, but you guys are married…”

Bingo! We’ve officially gotten her! I laid back grateful as fuck for the night I was about to have.

“Oh, it’s not even a thing, Rad and I tell each other everything,” Eva explained to the young woman, adding, “we’re just totally open with each other. If I meet a girl at a bar or on the road or at the gym or something…”

I could hear by the tone in her voice that Eva slightly accented the word “gym” to covertly implant the idea of meeting at a “workout space” — such as a yoga studio — which was commonplace for us.

She continued: “…if I meet someone I like, I go for it, no secrets.”

“And I mean, he’s doesn’t, like, mind?” asked a dumbfounded Ashley.

“No, of course not, we’re soul mates! But Rad only has half of what I’m looking for — sometimes we have to bring in someone to help fulfill all — my — needs.”

I knew that “all — my — needs” had been accented by Eva most likely by a gentle rub on Ashley’s knee or upper thigh.

More silence.

Are they kissing yet? Fuck, I wanna know! My dick started to get hard again. Down, boy!

“Here, let me show you something super cool…” said Eva.