[We offer here a sneak peek at the article just released in Ethical Non-Monogamy Magazine, September 2020 Issue. Here is ENM’s editor’s introduction to the story:
Hermann Humbert, writer for www.mysexlifewithlola.com and husband to beautiful hotwife Lola Down has been contributing stories about Lola’s exploits with us for months… this one may be the hottest one yet!!! You can read this story in its entirety right now in our September issue of ENM Magazine on Kindle, or we will publish it as a Patreon exclusive later this month.
Illustrations by H.H.]
Ten Yoga Poses
Dear Reader, you may recall that Roy and Gary are the young, twenty-something brothers from across the street with whom Lo has become acquainted back before COVID-19 shuttered us all in. She seems to enjoy toying with them the way one might with two adorable puppies. One day, not long ago, as things began reopening, she amused herself by going on a date with them to do some clothes shopping.
They went to a nearby mall and they followed her as she bounced from store to store trying on skirts, blouses, dresses, and shoes. She would make them wait close to the dressing room to render an opinion for her. Unless it was two thumbs up, or rather, four thumbs up and two cocks up, she didn’t make a purchase. This scratched two itches for Lo: 1) flirting in the flesh and; 2) shopping.
This little tease titillated her and the boys for hours.
She told me all about it, eager to arouse my jealousy, when I got home from work, but she was let down when she realized that I was quite pleased with her excursion because it saved me countless hours of waiting by the dressing room for her to toggle back and forth between her natural impulse to purchase and her attempt to avoid buyer’s remorse.
“I bet you’d like to see me toggling back and forth between Roy’s dick and Gary’s,” she said, latching onto that word which placed the naughty image in her dirty mind.
“If it makes you happy,” I said, appearing aloof and disinterested in her foolish frolics.
She stomped her foot out of frustration and beat her fists on my chest, playfully.
“You will change your tune!” she said.
“My tune? What will be my tune?”
“I Want You.”
“You do? I thought you wanted your two boy-toys.”
“No, silly. I Want You, by the Beatles. That will be your tune.”
“You know, the subtitle to that song is, ‘She’s so Heavy’”
She flipped me the bird and said, “Of course you would know that.”
“But I think you’re just right.”
“So do the boys,” she added. “Finally, a package deal: FOBO.”
“What is ‘FOBO’?”
“Fuck one, blow one.”
“I see. And here I thought you just liked the company while you shopped.”
“I do!” she said enthusiastically. “And I got this,” she said as she pranced around the room like an exotic dancer on stage.
“What?” I asked, befuddled.
“These,” she said, prancing around some more, her hands on her hips.
“No, silly. These jeans. They’re $250 jeans, but you’d never guess what I got them for.”
Lola’s New Jeans
“You blew a kiss to the shop clerk.”
“No. Don’t be daft.”
“You blew the shop clerk.”
“If only. But he was clearly not into my type.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I meant, horny with a young man on each arm.”
“No. He wasn’t into women at all.”
“Don’t you want to know what I got them for?”
“Who, the two young men?”
“No! The jeans.”
“Oh, right. What did you get them for?”
“It doesn’t matter now. What matters is what I’ll get out of them for.”
“What will you get out of them for?”
“The two brothers. They’re coming over.”
As she said that, there was a knock at the door. I answered it and let in Roy and Gary, not knowing who was who. Once they were in, Lo blurted out, “They say I need some caulk.”
“Yeah, a lot of caulk.”
“Yes, to fill all the holes.”
“They just stick it in there and out it comes. Voila! There might be some overflow, but we can just wipe that up.”
“Sounds like you know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, I’ve handled caulk before.”
“Oh yeah. Lot’s of times. I’m practically a pro with caulk.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. One hand. Even two!”
During this whole performance, the boys just stood around and looked on dumbly.
“Where’s the bathroom?” one of them asked.
“Right down the hall there,” I said, pointing to it.
“And the caulk?” asked the other.
“I thought you two brought your own,” I said.
“No, silly,” said Lo. She then went into our little tool drawer and pulled it out, along with a caulk gun, a box cutter, a sponge and a bucket.”
“Here you go,” she said to the other brother.
“Oh, caulk!” I said, with enthusiasm. “I thought you were talking about. . . ah, never mind.”
“Yeah, what did you think we were talking about?” asked Lo, as if she hadn’t meant to confuse me all along.
She led the second boy down the hall and showed him the seam where the tub meets the tile and how discolored it had become.
The two boys set to work while Lo went into the adjacent master bedroom and slipped out of her jeans. She wore only her thong and her blouse. They were unaware until she called into the bathroom and offered a cool drink. The boys looked up, dumbfounded.
Lola’s Thong and Blouse
“Uh, sure,” said one of them.
“Two lemonades ok?”
“Fine,” said the other, drawing out the vowel as if talking about Lo and not the lemonade.
Lo turned and went to the kitchen to grab the drinks for the boys.
“Don’t turn up the heat too much,” I said to her.
“Whatever do you mean?” she asked like Scarlett O’Hara from Gone with the Wind.
She turned tail and walked away from me. I followed just to see what would happen next.
She went into the bathroom and bent over to the kneeling brothers and handed them the drinks. “Oh, that looks much better!” she said of their job. Truth be told, it was a hack job by two amateurs. That didn’t matter to Lola. That was strictly beside the point. All the more reason to invite a professional contractor in and give him an encore performance of her Emmy Award winning act.
The boys, clearly distraught at the difficulty of the task and the distraction of Lo, wiped the little sweat from their brows and drank the lemonade.
“Maybe now that you fixed that so quickly, you two could help me with something else,” she said. I was very curious what she had in mind, as were our two fix-it men.
Lo crawled across the bed, her ass cheeks seductively contorting like a proud lynx prancing before her prey. She got to the edge, her top half disappeared off the side of the bed, and then reemerged with her Hitachi. She looked over at the captivated cherubs and said, “I don’t know if the motor blew out or what, but I can’t seem to get it to turn on.”
The boys practically fumbled over each other trying to get to her. As they did, she cast me a knowing look. She had just used the masturbatory machine that morning.
One of the boys held it, flipping the switch on and off to no avail as the other inspected the wire. Both of them stood over Lo’s prostrate body on the bed. She smiled up at them.
“Did I overdo it?” she asked. If there was a portmanteau that combined ‘innocently’ with ‘guiltily,’ like the word frenemy, then that would be how she asked that question. And what a frenemy she was to me just then!
One of the boys flipped a switch on the power cord under the bed and the giant white ball began vibrating ferociously in the other’s hand.
“You did it!” squealed Lo.
“Yeah,” said the one who flipped the switch. “You must have tripped the circuit breaker on this,” he said, holding up the power cord and showing Lo the emergency shut off button (that I’m sure Lo purposely shut off for just this reason).
“Oh, I see,” she said. “Thanks!” She spread her legs wide, indicating where the vibrating ball of the Hitachi should go.
The one holding it eventually got the hint. He placed it between her legs, over her thong.
“Yeah,” said Lo lustily.
He let it rest there for a while. Lo rotated her hips to get the vibrations where she wanted them.
“Turn it on hi-power,” she instructed. He obeyed. Lo raised her hips and pulled down her bra. The other brother reached down and began pinching her nipples as Lo cupped her tits with her hands.
“Yeah,” she moaned again, “do that.” Lo slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then removed it to let him see and touch her breasts.
She looked up at the boys and asked, “You two have been under strict quarantine?”
“Yes,” replied one of them.
“No going out? No seeing anyone?” asked Lo.
“Yeah,” said the other, “not for the past two or three months.”
They both laughed a little. “Even if we had girlfriends, which we don’t, our mom would never let us see them. Not during this pandemic.”
Lo ran her tongue over her teeth as she looked up, her head very close to their bulging cocks. “So, you two haven’t been able to. . .” Before she finished her sentence, she grabbed the Hitachi and manipulated it to flip her switch and, without warning she was convulsing, cursing, and cumming with a wave of wetness flowing over her thong, soaking the bed covers. All the time, I watched in silence from the doorway.
The two guys gawked at Lo’s percolations.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” she said to the two of them when she caught her breath.
Each of them looked over at me standing in the doorway, smirking just a little at Lo’s mode of flirtation.
She slid out of her soaked panties and asked, “Who’s first?” as she spread her legs wide and smacked her pussy.
One of the boys pulled down his pants and pulled out his cock. He was large and very hard.
Lo licked her lips at the sight of it. She turned on her tum.
- Anahatasana — Melting Heart Pose
She rotated horizontal on the bed and got into the anahatasana, or melting heart pose, protruding her ass over the side of the bed prominently, while her arms were stretched out far in front of her head.
The boy whose pants were down — Roy or Gary? — slid in and Lo showed her appreciation with a long low moan. As he was sliding in and out of her, his brother dropped his pants around his ankles. He tapped out his brother and tapped into Lo with enthusiasm. Lo seemed to enjoy the change of length, girth, and rhythm. His brother stood next to him spreading Lo’s ass wide apart for his brother’s easy access.
Without warning, Lo’s body involuntarily squeezed him out — the first physiological sign that she’s about to have a violent squirting orgasm.
“You’re going to have to ride that pony better than that if you want to stay in the saddle,” I jibed, knowing full well how difficult it is to avoid slip-sliding out when her trap squeezes shut.
“Let me try,” said the other brother, thinking he’d have the superior technique. He slid right in after Lo’s sprinkle (which soaked all the clothes on the floor) had subsided.
2. Bitilasana — Cow Pose
Lo propped her torso up on both arms and her back made a concave curve causing her ass to protrude upward. She used her arms to push backward to meet the boy’s thrusts. Bang, bang, bang he bounced off of her butt. Smack, smack, smack she slid down on his rod, her tits flailing forward and back with the rapid back-and-forth of her torso. I should mention that, unlike in the first position, when she had her head down, facing the bed, now she was looking directly at me as she took the shocks from behind. Our eyes were locked and she was feeding off of how much delight I took in her sexual prowess.
“Fuck me!” she commanded over her shoulder, as if he wasn’t giving it his all already. “Come on, can’t you do better than that?” She was just taunting him now. I knew very well that she wasn’t used to this sort of rough ride. The poor young fellow put so much force into it that I was worried he might pull a muscle in his back.
I saw Lo’s fingers curl up and clutch the bed sheets as if she were hanging on vertically to the bed, trying not to fall. I saw her toes curl and I knew what was about to happen.
Sure enough, she shot contestant #2 right out of her convulsing cunt just as forcefully as she ejected the first one, followed by a torrent of orgasmic flow.
The two brothers watched, amazed at the quantity and velocity of her ejaculation.
3. Balasana — Child Pose
Lo curled up her knees under her and stretched her arms out far in front of her, tucking her head down between her arms as she caught her breath. The boys were polite enough to give her the time she needed to recuperate. They stood there, flanking her naked body, like silent sentinels at attention, their spears raised.
“Slide your hand over her soaking snatch,” I instructed them, breaking my silence.
“Slide your hand over her soaking snatch,” I repeated.
The kid did what I said.
“Now, use that to rub around her asshole.”
“Daddy,” Lo objected. She doesn’t like vulgarity to be used about her body.
“Around her special spot,” I corrected myself.
The kid did as he was told. Lo moaned.
“Slide it in, gently. Not too quickly.”
This kid needed step-by-step diagrams.
Lo moaned again.
“When she feels loose, insert two fingers. She likes that.”
“Loose?” Lo asked, looking up at me from the bed.
“Relatively loose,” I corrected.
4. Uttana Shishosana — Extended Puppy Pose
Lo extended her arms out in front of her and lifted her ass up in the air for the boys to have it closer to their level. Her knees were still tucked under her torso. One of the brothers was wiggling his finger in her rear. He eventually added a second finger. The other brother held his cock in his hand, gawking awkwardly.
Lo was making small circles with her ass. She moved one hand and slapped her ass cheek hard. She did it again. She looked back over her shoulder, enjoying the view of the brother with his cock in his hand.
Eventually she began to inch backwards, sliding off of the bed.
5. Uttanasana — Forward Fold Pose
Standing, Lo bent over at the hip, deeply plunging her torso down toward the floor as the young fella plunged his two fingers deeply in her ass.
“That’s enough,” said Lo. “Fuck my ass.”
Both boys looked bewildered at the bounty of benefits they were getting. The one who had been holding his cock took the lead and slid it right into her accommodating back door.
As he was going at her, Lo put her hands around her ankles and held the pose perfectly. Though I couldn’t see from my vantage point, I imagine that she was looking up at the action from down below.
Eventually the other brother maneuvered onto the bed and sat in front of Lo. Lo pulled up her torso out of the folded pose and placed her mouth on the boy’s rigid cock, sucking and slurping. I was very impressed with the endurance both these youths had.
6. Malasana — Garland Pose
Lo was very capable of bringing the brother before her to climax, but she was very careful not to. Instead, she pulled forward, leaving Mr. Backdoor standing firm. She lifted her lips up off of the cock they had covered with wet caresses, and she climbed up on the bed.
“You,” she said. I think she was as confused as to who was Gary and who was Roy as I was. “You, come here,” she commanded like a director on set before a shot. She placed him flat on the bed, his staff protruding upward.
She straddled him, facing him. Her hands grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide apart as she slowly lowered herself down on his eager erection, penetrating deep into her pussy. She remained on her feet over him.
“You,” she instructed to the other brother, Mr. Backdoor. “Get behind me and back in my ass,” she said, still spreading her ass cheeks apart.
He responded rapidly, hopping on the bed and, on his knees, sliding up and in her awaiting hole.
Now she had both brothers inside her. She extended her hands in front of her to keep her balance and their pistons alternated in-and-out of her like a two-cylinder engine. She moved her right hand down to her clit and began circling her bean. Knowing Lola as I do, I knew that this move always preceded — — — — — -
There it is! Like a whale spout going off, her high pressure pussy precipitated all over the boy beneath her accompanied by her tirade of Tourette’s-like string of profanities. I think she actually scared both boys.
7. Ustrasana — Camel Pose
The boy behind her slipped out of her ass as Lo was drenching his brother caught between her legs. Lo, thinking he was on the cusp of cumming himself, turned around rapidly and enveloped his cock with her mouth, taking it deep into her throat. She could feel how powerfully the pressure was building. At precisely the right moment, she pulled off his cock, drooped her head back, and grabbed onto her ankles with her hands, displaying her chest prominently for the young man to douse with his abundant display of gratification.
Covered in one brother’s cum, the second brother still lying between her spread legs, Lo leaned forward to lick clean any remnants of the first brother’s ejaculate. But then she devoted her full attention to the second brother.
Lo turned over, and lay on the boy’s sculpted torso, slathering him in the cum that was on her breasts. She kissed the brother on the lips, open mouth, and slid, kissing her way down his neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, and right down to his rock-solid passion pillar.
When her mouth had alighted on the object of her desire, she turned to the other brother and said, “Hold it for me.”
“What?” he asked in disbelief.
“Hold his cock for me.”
Having been the beneficiary of Lo’s abundant generosity, he obliged. He reached out with his right hand and held his brother’s phallus firmly for Lo to lavish attention on it with her labia.
8. Marjaryasana — Cat Pose
Lo was on her knees, supporting herself with her arms, drooping her head down and lightly licking the tip of the youth’s cock as his brother controlled the large limb with his right hand, circling it around Lo’s lips and slapping it on her cheek, just the way she likes.
9. Merudandasana — Spinal Column Pose
Lo said, “Get up.” The boy who’s tip she was teasing, looked momentarily stunned. A questioning look appeared in his eyes. But, by now he should have known better than to question Lo. He sat up. “All the way,” said Lo.
He got up. Lo took his place, lying flat on her back. She spread her legs wide, lifting them in the air, and grabbing her toes with her hands. Her pussy, drenched and glistening, clean shaven, and pink, was spread wide.
“Stand there,” she said, indicating right in front of her, between her legs.
The youth was on his knees, his cock raring to plunge into Lo’s gorgeous glazed open pussy.
“You like what you see?” she asked.
“Are you ready to cum?”
“Good. Fuck me, then,” she said.
He got up and into her. Her arms and legs enveloped his body. Her face turned toward me. “Daddy,” she said as she received rapid thrusts from the youth.
“Yes,” I responded.
I disappeared to the kitchen where I got Lo a large glass of ice water. I returned with it. The boy was pounding her, oblivious of my movements. Lo reached out with her left hand and took the water from me. Her forehead was sweating. Her hair matted down in front. She gulped the water as the boy continued his enthusiastic jousts at her cunt. I could tell that by this point, she wasn’t even feeling him, she was so wet and wide.
After she returned the water to me, she pushed the boy back, interrupting his irreverent attempts to cum inside her.
“Are you about to cum now?” Lo asked as he sat on his haunches in front of her, between her legs.
“I’m close,” he said.
“Grab it,” she instructed, but not to him, to his brother.
He took his brother’s hard cock in his hand.
“Jack him off. I want him to cum right here,” said Lo, slapping her pussy.
The two went at it, cock-in-hand, as Lo spread her lower lips with her fingers and slid a few deep inside.
“You like seeing me fuck myself?” she asked.
The boys couldn’t answer. They were mesmerized.
“You like how much of a slut I am? You like that I fucked you both right here in front of my man? You like my pussy? You like my ass?” she asked as she began fingering her special spot for them.
Suddenly, without any warning, the youth ejaculated with more force, volume, and velocity than I had ever seen. He covered Lo from head to pussy in his cum as his brother encouraged the multiple eruptions of his quaking cock.
“That’s it,” said Lo. “That’s it. Cum. Good boy. Cum all over me. Yeah.”
10. Ananda Balasana — Happy Baby Pose
When the brother finally completed his composition on Lo’s canvas, he smiled, obviously very pleased with himself. Lo smiled too and she bent her knees and curled her back a bit, pulling at her toes with her hands.
“Daddy,” she said.
“May I have my glass dildo please?”
I opened the night table drawer and pulled out “Glindo,” her glass dildo, and handed it to her.
She inserted it slowly in her wet pussy.
“Um,” said one of the boys, “we had better get going.”
“OK,” said Lo as she masturbated.
“This was fun,” said the other boy.
Lo was moaning at this point.
The boys were putting on their soaking wet clothes.
“Just tell your mom that you washed our car,” I said.
“Right,” said one of the boys.
“Bye Lo,” said the other one.
“Bye,” said his brother. “And thanks!”
Lo was too self-absorbed to respond.
[NOTE: These yoga poses may not be for everyone. Consult a physician before trying at home, especially if trying them with one, two, or more sexual partners.]