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This story is based on an episode from Savita Bhabhi comics which you can read .
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. Savita was surprised to see how huge it was. It made her insanely thirsty.
She arched her back as the yogi instructed her to stretch her abdomen in front of his feet. Her face was centimeters away from his python cock. The hot, musty smell of his sweaty cock and balls drove her mad. She stared intently at the tip of his cock.
The yogi waited breathlessly as he instructed Savita to stretch her sexy abdomen. Savita was too curious for her own good. She looked out over at Ashok, who was passed out cold on the couch and glanced at the Yogi’s cock once more.
Lust overtook her as she opened her juicy lips wide and licked the tip of the Yogi’s giant cock. The yogi smiled to himself as Savita gave him a sultry look and choked on his python, just like he had hoped she would.
Savita breathed hard, trying not to moan as she looked over at Ashok. But the Yogi grabbed her neck and fucked her face as she gagged on him. He held her silky hair back as he watched his cock dive in and out of her soft mouth.
He pulled her up higher and fucked her tits. She bit her lip and eyed him madly, dripping with unspoken lust. She enjoyed the thrill of it, but she was also deathly afraid of waking her sleeping hubby. The yogi laid on the floor, and Savita straddled his face with her leaking cunt.
She looked over at Ashok, who snored without a care, and decided to continue. She bit her lip as the Yogi’s tongue dipped inside her wet pussy. Her juices ran down the sides of his thirsty mouth as she fought back the urge to moan like a slut. The yogi bent her in doggy style on the couch next to her snoring husband.
Savita: Yogi, we have to be quiet!
Yogi: Damn! Your pussy is tight!
Savita: Shut up and fuck me!
Savita bent over as his cock penetrated her horny cunt. She swallowed her urges to moan as he thrust into her aggressively. Savita breathed heavily as the Yogi’s sweat dripped onto her writhing body. She grabbed the couch cushion and squeezed it tightly as he penetrated deep into her wet pussy.
Yogi grabbed Savita and put her on top of him. She yelped in surprise but tried to control her volume. She locked eyes with the Yogi as she laid atop his hot, sweaty chest and kissed him deeply. She moaned like a slut into his mouth as he fucked her raw.
The Yogi laid her sideways as they tongued, and he smacked her juicy ass gently.
Savita: What are you doing?
The Yogi didn’t answer. He teased the rim of Savita’s asshole as her eyes rolled into her head. She bit her lip as she prepared for the sturdy yogi to thrust his hot, sweaty meat into her asshole. He had loosened her up so well with the Asanas that her tight asshole gave way and welcomed his python.
Savita panted as she felt his monstrous cock pounding into her sweaty asshole. The Yogi’s legs stiffened as he came inside Savita’s sweet asshole. She stroked his face and tongued him pleasantly as Ashok snored away next to them. The Yogi licked her neck and armpits and bit her chin.
He smacked her ass gently as she chuckled before he pulled out his sticky cock. Cum oozed out of her asshole as their bodies stuck together.
The two of them got dressed, and the Yogi left with haste. When Ashok woke, he found Savita passed out on the couch from her ‘workout.’ He suggested they cancel the idea of couples yoga.
Savita: Ashok! You already paid for it!
Ashok: What? No, I didn’t. This was just a free trial.
Savita was shocked. She couldn’t believe that the Yogi was so cunning. Savita was furious, but she relaxed when she realized that Ashok had no clue. Plus, the class was canceled, so she wouldn’t have to worry about that horny Yogi ever again! Win-win for everyone.
To read Savita bhabhi episode # 123,
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