06/12/2020
Sunday morning I woke up in bed to my red silky thong panties pulled to one side, and a hot beef injection going in and out of me. Before I could say or do anything a warm rush of liquids was pumping into me. Ohhj MY that felt good, and he kept going like a stallion in heat. It had been weeks since we last had fun.
Just then we hear the doorbell ring. He pulls out me quick and sloppy squirting my thighs and anus in the process. I look at the time, it's my ride to morning yoga. Oh Shit I am late. I jump out of bed, and jump into my yoga pants, realising my first mistake as I pull them up I could feel his juices dripping.
No time, I have to get to my hot yoga class, after all, I am the trainer on Sundays at the gym.
I grab my gym bag and look back, my husband grinning ear to ear, he knows what he did. I say "Evil" and run off to get into the car.
I was wet and squishy and this was just the beginning. I hope I can hold it in. I touch myself and feel it's wet, through my yoga pants. I check quickly to see if I have a change of pants or underwear, but it looks like someone removed my change of clothes and towel. Just a bunch of his dirty clothes. Did I grab his bag or did he... That son of a bitch... he did. He got me good.
I ran my class, we did alot of downward dog to keep the juices in. Every time I stood up or stretched little bits leaked out. I struggled with every exercise, oh gosh, I coukd feel it get worst. Hot yoga, I always sweat alot and my panties are always wet, but I was really wet. My lips were drenched in sweat and his cum floating in my thong. I could almost feel it slide back and forth during my demonstrations for the group.
I did not anticipate how hot and excited it made me. Oh my Gosh, did I just have a mini Orgasm in class. Nooooo... Uuummm Eekkk. I did. My face turned deep red, and I did my best to remained composed and hide my invuluntary movements.
No, no, no, no, ahhhh I thought to myself biting my lip, as the mini Orgasml pushed out the love juices right into my already wet, sweaty and sticky thong.
How much can they hold before really showing I wondered? Is anyone staring? I know, I lowered the lights for the rest of the session to create ambience and reduce my chances of being noticed.
Now relax I said outloud to my class. Close your eyes and feel the stretch and calmness. Breath... it was as much for myself as the class.
That mini Orgasm happened right in the middle of a downward dog movement, pooling all the juices forward. I COULD Feel it all over my bare pubic area and my mound. The tight thong string was holding it in. A warm sensation slowing moving forward as my Orgasm pushed more and more out. It felt like an eternity, but in realty maybe one minute passed. I pulled my shirt down as far as I could to hide my wet front. I noticed my yoga mat had a wet mark the shape of my bum. I have a nice tight ass, and I am very proud of. That's how wet I am that I am leaving traces. The next move required me to lie on my stomach. Yup, that's definitely musky I smell, I am now lying in our love juices. This is so embarrassing. As the overwhelming feelings started to subside, I could think clearer now. Pay back. And I know just what to do. He likes to play games and dares... well he is going to get one.
The class finally came to an end. My thong, although was letting some juices out, it was nothing compared to what was still inside.
Everyone was chatting me up after the session, saying how relaxing the session was and so on. I was hoping to have time to go to the washroom before heading back home, but my ride had other plans.
The story does not end here. I am writing this on the car ride back home. I thought how much fun to post this new story would be and to see pictures of others performing a similar dare. I dare you to go workout at a gym or in public, with your panties full of love juices or right after sex so it keeps on dripping... while in your yoga tight pants. I want proof that your wet inside and outside in public.
Now to get back to my husband...
What would you do?