Steamy Yoga with a Married Woman
The combination of leggings and a sports bra made Lee Dami's intentions crystal clear — she was out to turn me on.
She wasn't even wearing anything underneath.
"……."
It showed.
Through the sports bra, the silhouettes of her stiff nipples pressed into the fabric. Through the leggings, the plump mound of her pussy — the infamous camel toe — stood out in shameless detail.
Yoga clothes?
No.
These were sex clothes.
An outfit that screamed from every angle that she wanted to seduce a man and fuck him silly.
"Hehe…"
As I stared without a word, Lee Dami stepped closer with a faint smile.
"……."
The nearer she came, the more those enormous breasts blocked my view of everything below. My gaze drifted upward of its own accord, straight to her cleavage.
Milk-white flesh and a deep valley so inviting I felt like I might fall right in. Completely exposed.
That was how little fabric her sports bra had — and how thin it was. Even without slipping a hand inside, squeezing her tits over the top would have felt barely different from bare skin.
And if I tugged that bra down just a little, I'd get the exact same view of Dami's tits I'd seen in her selfies.
She was completely unguarded.
Wearing something like this in front of a man was as good as waving a neon sign that said fuck me.
I slowly raised my hand to answer that signal.
Right then and there I wanted to knead those stiff, swollen tits, crush my mouth against hers, rub her pussy over the leggings while we kissed, strip her bare, and fuck her.
And once again, Lee Dami stopped me.
"Mmhm… Master. I don't want anyone else walking in while I'm working out… Could you lock the dojo door for me? I noticed there are blackout curtains too — pull those shut as well."
I froze.
Her voice was sweet and sticky, barely more than a whisper. My cock felt ready to punch straight through my dobok pants, but she was right — that came first.
Whether anyone found our secret rendezvous strange or not didn't matter. I didn't want anyone interrupting this real-deal affair either.
"…Yes. Just a moment."
I nodded and headed for the entrance. Halfway there I glanced back over my shoulder.
"Dami."
"Hm?"
"That outfit looks amazing on you. You're gorgeous. It's so damn sexy… I love it."
The answer to her earlier question — the one I'd been too stunned to give at the time.
"Hehehehe…"
A bright smile bloomed across Lee Dami's face.
At the same time—
She hooked a finger into the center of her sports bra and tugged it down just far enough that one areola nearly slipped free.
Winking like that, she dragged her tongue slowly across her lips and said,
"Haah… Hurry up and lock the door. We've got a workout to do♡"
"…Yes, ma'am!"
I scrambled.
Lee Dami settled into a yoga pose on the mat spread across the center of the dojo.
It wasn't an especially lewd position — something close to a seated twist. Legs together, left hand gripping her right elbow and right hand gripping her left, arms lifted overhead as she swayed her upper body from side to side. A perfectly ordinary stretch.
But paired with Lee Dami's filthy body and that outfit, it was obscenely sexy.
I sat pressed tight against her back, sliding my arms around from behind—
And sank my hands into her marshmallow-soft tits over the sports bra, burying my face in her deep-green hair to drink in her scent.
"Aahn…"
"Hss… haah…"
In a wet voice, she scolded me.
"Really… You're a naughty Master, aren't you? You said you'd help, and now you're interrupting my workout."
"Mmnh… huu… Interrupting? I'm just helping because your chest is so heavy it must be hard on you."
I kneaded and squeezed.
"Anh♡ Hff… Is that what it was? Sorry. I misunderstood. Mwah!"
She turned her head with the apology, and we shared a short kiss. Afterward her face swung forward again, but I stayed right where I was, trailing kisses along her cheek, her ear, and down into the nape of her neck through her hair.
"Mwah, mwah, mmwah…"
And when I flicked the stiff nipples poking through her sports bra with my fingertips, a sweet moan spilled from her lips.
Feeling this married woman — with her fuckable body and her delicious scent — moan in my arms under my hands sent a fresh rush of heat through me.
I whispered against her ear.
"Your husband did ask me to help you exercise properly… so I'll do my best. As the Master of this dojo."
I deliberately brought up her husband, knowing how much she liked it.
And sure enough, she answered with open delight.
"Hngh… My husband told me to work out hard too — even drove me here first thing this morning… I've got to put in the effort if I want to save face, so you have to help me a lot, Master. Got it?"
"Of course. I'll check every nook and cranny. Thoroughly."
"You promise. Every nook and cranny… right?"
"Yes. Starting with the places only your husband has ever known… all the way to the deepest parts of you that even he doesn't know. Everything."
"Hehe… Our Master is just too kind."
"Thank you. Then first…"
I tugged, and her breasts spilled free with a heavy bounce.
"Kyaa…"
"Let's start with these tits that are just adding unnecessary weight…"
"Haaahn… You shouldn't take them out already…♡"
"Ah, sorry. It's just that Dami's nipples keep…"
I pulled.
"Aheung…!"
"…poking out like they're begging to be tormented."
"Hnn… I mean, I do want you to… but maybe we should work out a little more first… yeah?"
"Mm… All right. I'll put them back."
I slid the fabric up.
"There. Good?"
"Mmn… Hehe, not quite~"
"Huh? Isn't it done?"
"My nipples are sticking out of the sports bra."
"Ah — I left those exposed as the Master, for the sake of your smooth workout. Better airflow that way, keeps you cool… and for me, having them out means I can do this…"
I pinched down hard.
"Hnn… Still nice and healthy today…♡"
"Keeps the blood flowing down below so I can help you with even more energy."
"Honestly, getting so slick already… Give me your lips."
"Yes… mmph…"
"Mmwah… chup… mwah…!"
"What's this pose called?"
"It's called Sphinx. Looks like one, right?"
"Oh? Now that you mention it, yeah, I can see it."
Lee Dami settled into a new position facing me.
From her toes to her pelvis, her lower body lay flat against the mat. Her upper body was propped up on her forearms like a plank, lifted as high toward me as she could manage.
Her pretty face and the one nipple I'd left hanging free were both in perfect view — standing at attention, practically begging me to touch it.
So I did.
I pinched the nipple between my fingers and pulled.
"Aang… If you do that I'll lose my strength…"
She made a lewd face and whined at me.
Hm.
Can't have that.
Staying focused so your body doesn't go slack is important during exercise.
So I took my hand off her breast.
But I couldn't just do nothing.
I yanked my dobok pants and underwear down to my thighs in one go. My proud cock sprang free right in front of Lee Dami's face, and she tracked its bobbing length with eyes full of pure affection.
I spread my legs wide into a deep split, adjusting the height until my cock hung level with her mouth.
Holding a full split wasn't easy, but I'd trained since I was a kid — I had more than enough flexibility for this. Stamina to spare, of course.
Like that, I waggled my cock right in front of her nose and said,
"Looks like a pose that works the back muscles. Holding it a long time must make your body ache, right? I'll give you something else to focus on so you forget how hard it is."
Complete nonsense, but we were both just making up excuses to play. I gave a little flick of my hips and tapped her face with my cock.
Tap, tap… smack…
"Nnh… anh… uung… aang…!"
I indulged in the luxury of slapping a beautiful married woman's cheeks, her nose, her lips with my cock.
And even through all of that, Lee Dami only stared hungrily at my dick, trying to snatch the swinging shaft with her mouth.
I stroked her hair and went on.
"You know you can't move your arms, right? Try catching it with your mouth. There's a reward if you succeed."
"Uuung… anh…! Stop running away and just… haang!"
Surprisingly, Lee Dami threw herself into the game for real. Or maybe, to her, this wasn't a game at all.
Her eyes, her face — those belonged to a woman in heat, desperate to get her mouth around my cock.
We played like that for two or three minutes. In the end all she managed was to leave a little breath and spit on my glans.
"Seonghyeon… hnnngh…"
She stuck out her lower lip and glared up at me. There was still playfulness in it, but this time it looked half-serious.
It was so cute I almost laughed. I held it back — laughing would only have made her go fully serious.
And then I started the bonus stage.
"Come on, don't give up…"
I moved in closer and pressed my cock flat against Lee Dami's face. Both hands locked around her head, I crushed her nose and mouth against the shaft.
"Haah, ha… hssss… haaah…♡"
Drunk on the smell of my cock, she drew in a deep breath and started savoring it. She nuzzled gently against the shaft, flaring her nostrils, and then—
"Bleh……"
She stuck her tongue all the way out. The moment that wet tongue touched the seam where my balls met the base of my cock, a shiver ran through me.
She held that pose and looked up at me.
Like she was telling me to give it to her already.
So I slowly bent forward, keeping my cock glued to her tongue.
"Bleeeh…"
Her tongue and my shaft stuck together as my glans rode the flattened surface closer and closer to her mouth.
And then, the moment the whole head rested on her tongue—
"…Haum♡"
She swallowed my cock in one go.
"Chuurp… chooop, chup… slurp…!"
With her head still caught in my hands she started thrashing it side to side, sucking me down with fierce, eager hunger.
"Ugh… You caught it… kkh! Dami… your mouth is so warm… hhk…! The way you're licking me feels incredible…!"
For a while after that, I happily enjoyed the blowjob of a married woman in heat — clamping down hard on my cock, dragging her sticky tongue along it, taking me so deep she nearly hit the back of her throat.
And while she sucked me that deliciously, she looked up with smiling eyes at the praise, as if nothing in the world felt better.
A woman who had never once sucked her husband's cock — already on her who-knows-how-many round with mine.
An adulterous housewife's blowjob. Pure bliss.
It was a filthy, perfect blowjob — but we didn't go all the way to finishing. The position was a little too rough on both of us for that, so we stopped once we'd both gotten nice and worked up.
And then it was time for the third yoga pose.
"…Doggy style?"
"You're not wrong…♡ But it's called Cat Stretch. It's a yoga pose too."
"Ahh… It's exactly what we did at the hotel last time."
"Hehe. I thought you asked for it on purpose because you knew… but it was pure instinct, huh? You animal♡"
The reverse of before — upper body pressed flat to the floor, only her ass lifted high in the air.
The so-called cat pose.
It was almost identical to the position I'd put her in at the hotel when I wanted to take her from behind. I hadn't known it was also a yoga pose.
Anyway, this time Lee Dami had her ass pointed straight at me.
"Hehe…"
She lay quietly facedown with nothing but a faint smile, as if waiting to see how I'd tangle myself up with her this time.
And me—
"……."
Come on.
Was there even a choice here?
A married woman's plump, juicy ass right in front of me. Stretched tight in leggings that showed every curve of her hips. No panties underneath, so the shape of her pussy stood out in full, shameless relief.
An ass like that, inches from my face.
"Hoo."
In a situation like this, the only option on the table was—
I buried my face in it.
"Hup…!!!"
"Aheung…♡ W-wait, if you do that to my ass it's too embarrassing…"
"Hnnnngh… huaah… lick…!"
"Hieuk…! Ahnn… aahn… licking me over the leggings…"
"Lick… chooop…!"
"Hit! Hiyaaaahn♡"
—face-planting. Nothing else.
If I died smothered in Lee Dami's insanely fuckable ass, I was certain I wouldn't have a single regret.