Lola's 10 Yoga Poses for COVID Times to stay loose and limber.

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10 Yoga Poses
Posted on September 2, 2020 by Lola Down

[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 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.

“Your 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.”


“I’m offended.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I meant, horny with a young man on each arm.”

“No. He wasn’t into women at all.”

“I see.”

“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.”

“How’s that?”

“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.”

“You have?”

“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, tha

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Uploaded October 14, 2020
Notes Lola uses her yoga skills to coax the cum out of two young men while her man watches.
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