I managed to get Drew to tag along to the yoga studio. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun,” I assured him.

“But I’m not all that flexible,” he insisted.

“Leave it to me,” I told him. “And you don’t want to waste the official West Side Yoga Club outfit I got you.”

Other than Drew it was just me and Amelia today, which is the way we like it. We did our warmups. Drew just watched.

Once we were warm we began our serious yoga. Of course that required removing our official West Side Yoga Club outfits.

After that we began our even more serious yoga. I couldn’t help but notice in the wall-size mirror that Drew had also shed his West Side Yoga Club outfit and assumed a yoga position.

Finally it was time to involve Drew directly with a position I like to call the pretzel. Amelia mounted Drew’s cock. I mounted his face. Perhaps Amelia got the better of the deal, but I couldn’t complain about the way Drew’s nose nudged by asshole or the was his tongue lapped my cunt and tickled my clit. I had hoped Amelia would have sat facing me so we could touch and kiss while fucking Drew. I improvised, pulling her back toward me far enough so I could suck her tongue into my mouth. At the same time I stroked and pinched her tits. It didn’t take long for her to come in my mouth, and I believe it was at the same time Drew was coming in her cunt. The feelings were intense enough to trigger my orgasm.

“Best pretzel ever,” Amelia and I agreed.

Drew was asleep.