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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Shared Blanket Edition

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It’s the middle of winter. It’s cold outside and it’s going to stay cold for at least two more months, no matter what some groundhog in Pennsylvania says. I’m not a big fan of winter. I know staying warm isn’t always easy. In college, I lived in dorms without effective heating. I know that challenge well.

That said, cold weather can still create some sexy opportunities. One of the simplest and most underrated is sharing a blanket with your lover. It’s a simple scenario. It’s freezing cold outside. The heater in your place is only doing so much, if you have it. Rather than just shiver, you find a big blanket, curl up next to your lover, and let natural body heat and sexy forces do the rest.

I know from experience that this is a great way to stay warm on cold nights. When I was dating my ex-girlfriend, sharing a big blanket was a fun way of making things feel intimate. It gave us yet another reason to cuddle and caress. In any healthy relationship, you can never have too many of those.

Winter might not make for the most romantic circumstances. It’s hard to make dressing in layers overly sexy. At the same time, there are opportunities to get frisky with your lover and curling up under a blanket is one of them. I hope these Sexy Sunday Thoughts will inspire couples out there to take advantage of those opportunities, if only to make winter more bearable. Enjoy!


“Praying is one of the least effective contraceptives out there and yet it’s still one of the most commonly used.”


“Crime doesn’t pay in the long run, but it can get you laid in the short run and that’s the next best thing.”


“The extent of someone’s sexual repression is directly proportional to how reluctant they are to describe their or someone else’s genitals.”


“Take a moment to appreciate that someone had to test the sex toys that never made it to stores.”


“To some extent, falling in love is being attracted to someone who affects your genitals in a particular way.”


“Shame keeps people from having sex in public, but pride convinces some they can get away with it.”


“Isn’t it hypocritical for people to protest decadence when a sizable chunk of the human population exists because of it?”


I’ll say it again. Cold weather sucks. I’d much rather be in a tropical setting wearing a swimsuit and getting a tan. However, being romantic sometimes means being resourceful with your circumstances. When you have a lover and a nice blanket to share, then you don’t need much else to stay warm.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Seductive Humor Edition

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Over the years, as I’ve watched many friends and relatives get married, I often ask them what it was that attracted them to their spouse. Most of the time, they’ll reference a dramatic or emotional moment that brought them together. However, within that story, there’s often a point when they’ll say their love made them laugh.

It may seem minor in the grand scheme of things, but make no mistake. There is power in humor, including the sexy kind. It’s not just from laughter, which has a powerful impact of its own. The simple act of making someone smile goes a long way towards evoking deeper emotions.

In that sense, humor is like a catalyst. When someone makes you laugh, you want to be around them more. The more you’re around them, the deeper the connection goes. When that connection becomes romantic, then humor gains an even greater influence. Suddenly, the act of smiling has greater meaning. It goes beyond the humor or the laughter. It can be downright intimate.

Knowing how to make your lover laugh shows that you know how to make them happy. It’s a simple, basic act, but one that sets the stage for many others. I believe that I’ll know I’ve met someone special if they make me laugh. I hope my future wife will feel the same way. In the meantime, here are some Sexy Sunday Thoughts to help deepen your appreciation of seductive humor. Enjoy!


“Exploring anal sex often requires that you be more horny than curious.”


“A quickie is basically a pop quiz for your genitals.”


“Being in a loveless marriage is like being trapped at a buffet that only serves expired cat food.”


“It’s safe to assume that someone with a good poker face knows how to fake an orgasm.”


“A divorce settlement is basically a bar tab for your heart.”


“Religion stigmatizes sex because it knows that orgasms are more powerful than prayers.”


“Camera angles are the only thing that keeps porn from being poorly-acted romance movies.”


There are all sorts of big, elaborate gestures we can make to someone we love. There’s a time and a place for those kinds of gestures. Other times, something as simple as making them laugh helps get the point across. It’s from these simple things that many powerful connections are forged. The laughter is just a nice bonus.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Deep Manly Voice Edition

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Anyone who has ever heard a Barry White song knows there’s inherent sex appeal in a deep, manly voice. Even if you’re a straight man, you can’t deny the impact. Hearing that voice, even in a non-intimate setting, just triggers all sorts of sensual feelings. In terms of sex appeal, it’s not the most obvious trait. However, when employed correctly, it can be very effective.

I’ve seen men in the real world prove that time and again. When I was in college, my roommate had this friend who had an unusually deep voice. It wasn’t on the same level of Barry White, but it definitely stood out. He knew that and the women he attracted knew that too. I know because he was rarely without a girlfriend or interested women.

One time, at a birthday party, he sang happy birthday to this girl. After just a few verses, I could tell she wanted to jump his bone. Had we not been in a crowded room, she probably would’ve been half-naked before he finished the song. Some women are good at hiding when they’re aroused. This woman wasn’t, but I don’t think she minded.

A deep, manly voice will evoke that kind of primal response. That’s not to say men without deep voices can’t be sexy, but having a deep voice will give you an advantage. When employed well, it can be a catalyst for all sorts of sexy moments. With that in mind, I hope you all read these Sexy Sunday Thoughts in the deepest, manliest voice you can imagine. Enjoy!


“Given the rigors of childbirth, it’s entirely fair that women can have multiple orgasms more easily than men.”


“In terms of overall rewards, finding your lover’s G-spot is not that different from finding true love.”


“What you lick during passionate lovemaking doesn’t matter as much as your eagerness to lick it.”


“There has never been a mundane way of finding out that you have a choking fetish.”


“It’s very likely that our love of oral sex influenced the importance of dental hygiene.”


“It takes a little luck to find love, but it takes skill and talent to make it sexy.”


“No matter how beautiful a woman is, having a better gag reflex will give them an advantage.”


Did you read all those in a deep, manly voice? Did it make a difference? Even if it didn’t, I hope it still got the point across. There are many things you can say to a prospective lover to get their interest, but how you say it matters. Saying it in a deep, manly voice might not add substance to the message, but it’ll give it an uncanny sex appeal.

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“New Years Bang” A Sexy Short Story For New Years Day

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Happy New Year everybody! I hope everyone is starting off this new year and new decade on a high note. The following is a sexy short story to help usher in this new era. It’s simple, direct, and sexy on multiple levels. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it gets you excited about the year to come. Enjoy!

Back home, they called her the Blue-Collar Bombshell.

In college, they called her the Voluptuous Valedictorian.

At her first job, they called her the Workaholic Wonder Woman.

Victoria Walters never cared for those titles, but she understood where they came from. She learned from an early age that to succeed in her lofty ambitions, she had to overachieve just to get the minimum of what others got with half the work. It wasn’t fair, just, or logical, for that matter. Those were just the circumstances that she had to endure if she wanted to be successful in the cut-throat world of Wall Street.

It hadn’t been easy. The first day Victoria walked into a firm, people mistook her for someone’s secretary or an air-headed bimbo who’d slept with half the Board of Directors to get her job. People still gave her that look, even after earning her way into one of the most prestigious investment firms in New York. She’d learned to shut it out, but she couldn’t ignore the obstacles that came with it.

“They’re going to look at you and assume you got where you are because of your bra size,” her old college professor had told her. “You can’t convince everyone otherwise, but that doesn’t matter, so long as you convince those who matter.”

Victoria took that lesson to heart. Since she began working in Wall Street, she’d gone above and beyond for those who signed the checks. She worked longer hours than anyone else. She took fewer vacations than anyone else. She was at the office on Christmas and the 4th of July, plugging away at the work others didn’t have the drive to do.

Eventually, the right people began taking notice. Within a few years, Victoria had worked her way up in the firm, gaining more responsibilities, respect, and money along the way. She’d gotten to a point where she made more than the men who used to hit on her during meetings. She’d even evoked bitterness and resentment for having a better apartment than the men who once wrote her off as another pretty face. Victoria tried not to take too much satisfaction in those looks, but every bit of vindication helped.

However, even those small victories only went so far. Victoria had achieved a lot more success than anyone thought someone her age, gender, and body type could get without blowing half the senior managers. Her biggest obstacle, it seemed, was burning herself out.

Victoria still worked longer and harder than the rest of her peers. She still hadn’t taken a vacation since high school and rarely took holidays off. Then, after seeing other colleges with half the responsibilities and a quarter of the paycheck suffer mental breakdowns, she decided to do something about it.

“What’s the point of working so hard if I can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor?” she’d asked herself one fateful night several years ago.

That question had since been answered. The answer was what brought her to an upscale hotel suite in Midtown Manhattan that she’d rented for the night. It also happened to be New Years Day, the only holiday that she’d taken off for the entire year. While the festivities in Times Square were over, hers were just about to begin.

Victoria could’ve done many things with her generous salary and latest holiday bonus. She could’ve flown to Florida for the weekend, spent the day at a luxury spa, or seen the most exclusive show in the city. Instead, she decided to use some of that wealth to hire a dozen of New York’s finest male escorts to spend the afternoon with her.

Despite its less-than-legal status, escorts were a tradition of sorts on Wall Street. Most of the men she worked with – including those who claimed to be happily married – saw a few escorts on the side. It was part of the culture of excess and indulgence. For the men, it was a normal thing. For a woman, especially one who regularly got hit on by handsome young men, it was not so normal.

That was part of why Victoria chose to do it. If she was going to defy convention by earning her way to the top of Wall Street’s hierarchy, then she might as well indulge on her own terms. That still came with challenges. She remembered their reaction when she first hired them.

“Wait…you want to pay us to spend the afternoon with you?” one of the escorts had asked upon meeting her. “You, a woman who looks like she could get hired at the strip club down the street on the spot?”

“Yes,” she told him assertively while flashing a wad of cash. “Is that going to be an issue?”

“No, ma’am. Not at all!”

The reactions from the rest of the male strippers varied. Most were probably used to satisfying lonely wives or rich widows. A beautiful woman with deep pockets hiring them for an afternoon must have been rare, but that only motivated them.

Having gathered them in the opulent living room in her hotel suit, she admired the quality of the men that her deep pockets had afforded. They were tall, well-built, and well-endowed, according to their profiles. They looked like models from a fitness magazine, minus the Photoshopping. They were the kind of men who might have dominated social circles back in her home town where star athletes got to indulge.

In this instance, however, she was the one in charge. That didn’t just remind her how far she’d come. She found it both exhilarating and arousing.

“Thank you all for joining me on this fine New Years Day,” Victoria said to them as they lounged about the opulent suite. “As per the terms of our agreement, your donations have been secured. Your phones will remain outside this room and turned off. You will also forget my name the second you walk out of here and I don’t intend to learn yours.”

“Works for me, ma’am,” said one of the escorts. “I don’t mind a little structure in this business.”

“Good,” she said, “because so long as I’m funding this gathering, I’m in charge. That means when I say get naked, you do so without question. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” they all said like loyal soldiers.

They responded to her authority, which might have just been an extension of the money she’d paid them. They also responded to her appearance.

Victoria had just finished prepping herself in the bathroom. She’d arrived in one of her high-end business suits, not unlike the one she’d worn to a board meeting three days ago. She exited the bathroom in nothing but a red silk bathrobe.

Seeing so many handsome men, knowing they would fulfill whatever desires she wished, heightened her excitement. For the past year, she’d deprived herself of many comforts and pleasures, including the intimate kind. She had a lot of pent desires to vent.

“Good,” said Victoria, still speaking with authority, “then let’s dispense with furthers formalities and get out of these itchy clothes. In case you need incentive, I’ll go first.”

With a mix of attitude and seduction, Victoria undid the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to a room of handsome men. Having probably seen one too many unattractive housewives who were more botox than woman, they reacted strongly. Some were already loosening their pants in anticipation of what was to come.

“I’m liking this gig more and more,” said one of the studs.

“Me too,” said the one next to him. “I might not have to think about my ex for a change.”

“I’m glad you approve,” Victoria said, “but less talking. More stripping!”

The men got the message. They all shed their clothes with an urgency that was probably not typical of male escorts tasked with entertaining horny women. Victoria didn’t want a striptease. She didn’t want a spectacle, either. She wanted to see an abundance of beautiful, alluring man meat and that was what she got.

One by one, every man removed whatever they had on, including their underwear. They made no effort to hide their muscular upper bodies or their well-proportioned dicks. Each man had an endowment that was definitely above average. Victoria had seen enough unsolicited dick pics to know what qualified as big and she had plenty to choose from.

Seeing so many attractive, naked men before her, an eager smile formed on her face. Victoria hadn’t smiled much over the past year. Her job and her ambitions were so serious. It felt good to express a little joy at the prospect of greater indulgence.

It was still just the beginning. The best of her New Years festivities were yet to come.

“It’s time, you handsome studs,” Victoria said intently. “Come. Let’s get acquainted.”

For the first time in a year, she dropped the hard-nosed persona that dissuaded so many would-be love interests and offered herself to a group of men. They all accepted that invitation, gathering around her like worshippers eager to take in her holy energy. However, there was nothing holy about what they were going to do.

Most still stood back, just admiring her naked body and stroking their dicks to them hard. A few bolder men moved in and began fondling her body. She was already horny. She had enough pent-up sexual energy to have her way with every stud at least once. This just got her blood and juices flowing in all the right directions.

The first and boldest stud went right for her breasts, taking them in both hands and kneading them with the utmost care.

The second came up behind her and grasped her heart-shaped butt, admiring the toned featured that good genes and exercise had shaped for years.

The third and fourth came in from the side, taking turns caressing her face before offering a hungry kiss.

Victoria accepted that offer, initiating a bombardment of foreplay. Like true professionals, they started off slow, getting a feel for her body and how she liked to be touched. It quickly escalated. Before long, they were pinching her nipples, nibbling around the side of her neck, and trailing gentle fingers up her voluptuous curves, highlighting every womanly feature to the utmost.

It felt good. It felt even more overdue than last year.

“Mmm…your touching,” she gasped. “Such skilled hands. I love it!”

“We aim to please, ma’am,” whispered the handsome stud who’d been fondling her ass.

Victoria laughed and purred in approval. She also showed her appreciation by kissing the men at her sides. She made sure to use plenty of tongue, communicating the raw desire she felt in their grasp. They got the message loud and clear. One of the men just watching from afar took action.

“I think we need to sharpen our aim,” he said with a suggestive undertone.

As the other men kept the foreplay going, one of the men with a slimmer build skillfully slipped in and knelt down so that he was face-to-face with her pussy. She was already aroused, but there was room for improvement and Victoria had made clear that she liked to go above and beyond.

This particular stud must have had similar tendencies because he went to work eating her out as though it were the most delicious pussy he’d ever tasted. He was both focused and spirited, two traits anyone on Wall Street could admire.

He used strong hands to push her thighs apart slightly and a skilled tongue to tease her tender folds. He demonstrated a keen understanding of female anatomy, finding her most sensitive areas and stimulating them with surgical precision. It sent surges of sensations coursing through her body, making her moan in ways she hadn’t moaned all year.

“Oohhh fuck!” Victoria moaned, her Wall Street vulgarity mixing with her burning desires. “That’s it! That’s what I want!”

“Mmm…I can tell,” said the man eating her pussy.

“So can I,” said the man fondling her breasts.

She would’ve laughed if their observations weren’t so accurate. Already, her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. All the overthinking and overanalyzing she did for 364 days out of the year gave way to basic, primal desires. For one day, Victoria was going to act on them. Moreover, she was going to pursue them to the utmost.

The men continued doing their jobs. They touched, fondled, groped, and kissed with the skill she’d come to expect from professional gigolos. The man eating her pussy out kept at it, lapping his tongue along her tender folds and to prime her body for the main event. While Victoria had been known to take her time and exercise patience in her work, she didn’t dare wait. She was ready for more.

“Enough! No more formalities!” Victoria said intently. “I need to fuck! And I need it now!”

“You’re the boss, ma’am,” said the stud behind her.

“And a very generous boss, at that,” teased the one who’d been kissing her neck.

The men coordinated like the true pros they were. The men behind her and to her side backed away. The man giving her oral sex pulled back too, but not before giving her clit one last tease. Then, the man who’d been fondling her breasts lifted her up in his muscular arms and laid her down.

They took full advantage of the space she’d cleared in the center of the room, having already laid out a plush rug with several pillows within reaching distance. They all gathered around, encircling her and surrounding her with manly bodies at every angle. The man who’d laid her down even retrieved one of the pillows and placed it under her head, ensuring plenty of comfort for the next part.

That next part, however, promised to test each one of these well-paid gigolos more than her. Victoria sensed these men thought they knew what they were getting into when she hired them. She was just a pretty face in a big city, looking for a little holiday indulgence. They had no idea what they were in for.

As each stud got comfortable with the elaborate setup, Victoria immediately located the man with the hardest erection and the biggest dick. She then pointed to him with an authority that she rarely got to exercise in her office.

“You!” Victoria said. “Get over here. Get on top and fuck me like the boss bitch you think I am!”

“Hell yes, ma’am!” said the man.

That well-endowed man, who she sensed liked domineering women, couldn’t comply fast enough. The stud who’d laid her down couldn’t get out of his way fast enough, either. He moved off to the side and started stroking his dick like the others, working to get fully erect so they could get their turn.

Victoria had every intention of giving them that turn. It could only help by showing them what they were in for once that time came.

That first lucky stud got on top of her, just as she asked. He then aligned that big, hulking dick of his with the entrance to her pussy. With her powerful gaze still locked with his, he thrust his hips forward and entered her. As soon as Victoria felt that intense, powerful feeling of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths, the dam finally burst. All that sexual energy that had built up since her last New Years celebration came pouring out.

“Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “Ooh that dick! That big, beautiful dick! I feel it!”

After that first round of sensations, it was on.

Like a repressed nymphomaniac, she threw her arms and legs around the nameless man on top of her and hungrily kissed him. Encouraged, he began doing his stud duties, humping her with a focused vigor usually reserved for crude fantasies and cruder passions.

It might have been sex in a simple missionary position, but made sure there was nothing simple about it. She supplemented every thrust, digging the balls of her feet into the stud’s lower back, adding a little extra force every time he probed her depths with his dick. It intensified the sensations and the pace, evoking the kind of grunts and gasps that separated the men from the studs.

“Damn! Look at that girl fuck,” said one of the men watching.

“It’s like she ain’t been laid all year,” said another.

“A girl as pretty and rich as her? I find that hard to believe.”

“And yet, I totally believe it.”

They all watched with a mix of curiosity and awe. Victoria even dared to put on an erotic show for them, raking her fingers down the back of the stud as he fucked her and talking dirty in ways that would’ve made even an experienced stockbroker gasp. They were probably used to lonely housewives or drunken bridesmaids looking for a cheap thrill. They probably weren’t expecting to fuck a woman like her so bluntly and get paid for it.

Being in the investment banking business, Victoria understood incentives better than most. She put plenty of incentive on display as she fucked the stud on top of her every bit as hard as he fucked her. Together, their naked bodies rocked in a heat of sexual movements. He soon had her on the brink. Knowing she’d need more than one tonight, she made it abundantly clear that these were real, unfaked orgasms.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” she panted as the feeling approached. “I’m coming! I’m going to…come…so hard! Oohhh!”

It seemed to catch the stud on top of her by surprised. Even to a professional gigolo, women weren’t supposed to come that quickly. Women were supposed to be difficult to pleasure. Either she was a special kind of woman or she was just that horny. Victoria could care less which was ultimately true. She just wanted to enjoy a rare dose of unfiltered pleasure.

That pleasure was as exhilarating as it was overdue. She was overtly theatrical in front of the watchful gaze of the other men, bending her legs back and curling her toes as she let out an orgasmic cry that echoed throughout the hotel suite. Every wave of pleasure felt like a steady rain over an arid desert, filling a need that she hadn’t filled all year. It was beautiful, intense, and fulfilling. Even for all the money she’d paid for the services of professional gigolos, she couldn’t put a price on such a feeling.

It was so intense that the man on top of her had to slow his thrusts, the hard contractions around his dick adding extra tightness to their sex. In doing so, he ended up climaxing as well. She felt it in the way his body shuddered and his grip on her hips tightened. He was barely able to pull out from her throbbing heat before he released his load.

“Ohhh fuck!” he grunted as he released his load on her torso.

“Whoa! That must have been some pussy,” said one of the studs who’d gotten a perfect view of the money shot.

“I know. Now, I want try it!” said another.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Victoria said, still on an orgasmic high. “Come on in! Have at it! I’ll fuck every one of you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” said the man who happened to be the closet.

With the other men cheering him on, the stud with the hardest dick pushed his fellow gigolo aside and got into position. He was less careful than the first. He swiftly pushed her legs further apart, hitching them over his shoulders, and thrust his rigid manhood into her still-moist folds. Before Victoria could finish processing her first orgasm, another man was already humping her hard and rocking her world.

“Yes! Yes! More dick! More sex! More!” she panted.

“That’s it, boss! Take it like you wanna!” said one of the men.

“It’s official! This bitch is already my favorite client,” said the one next to him.

Victoria slipped deeper into a decadent daze, the sounds of hot sex mixing with the raucous cheers of handsome men cheering them on. There was nothing refined or skilled about her approach at this point. The men just needed to hump and she could take care of the rest.

While the second stud did his part, things got a bit more chaotic. Other impatient men moved in, waving their dicks in her face while fondling her bouncing breasts. Victoria gladly accommodated them, licking and suckling their dicks as she got fucked. Beyond stepping up the decadence, it showed she could multitask. The professional studs quickly took notice.

Several men gathered around her head, holding their dicks out and tempting her to have a taste. Victoria took them up on the offer, giving brief, yet thorough doses of oral sex to each. It allowed more men to participate in the fun while also getting them hard. She was somewhat sloppy, a natural byproduct of having no personal life, let alone an active sex life. That didn’t stop the men from enjoying it.

“Yeah! Lick it! Taste it!” said one of the men after getting sucked off.

“Damn! She’s a hungry nympho,” said another. “And here I was thinking she couldn’t handle this much man meat.”

“I’m starting to wonder if there’s enough of us,” said another stud, watching as she got fucked harder.

Victoria barley heard their comments. She was already close to climaxing again. She wasn’t as theatrical as she was before, but that was largely due to her having a dick in her mouth at the time. It didn’t make the feeling any less exhilarating. After barley having time for herself all year, she had a lot of catching up to do.

Only the man humping her seemed to noticed, but he barely slowed down. He kept going while her body was racked by another orgasmic release. Unlike the first stud, he didn’t pull out when he climaxed. Victoria didn’t mind, having already made the necessary preparations. It just ensured their debauchery was bound to get messier.

“I’m ready to…come! Ohh fuck!” he said.

“Hurry up, man! Some of us want another shot at that pussy!” said a guy standing right next to him, holding his dick in anticipation.

The man got his fill, releasing most of his load inside her before pulling out briefly after. Then, the horny stud next to him practically shoved him away so that he could take his place. Even with her body reeling from multiple orgasms, she eagerly accepted him, holding her legs apart so he could enter her and keep the sex going.

“Ooh yeah! You are one special boss bitch!” the man said as he humped her.

“Mmm…you got that right,” Victoria quipped with two dicks waving in her face.

The decadent chaos further escalated. There was less and less need for her to give directions. At this point, it was a full-blown gangbang. There were a dozen well-endowed men and a very willing woman. In terms of New Years festivities, it beat the hell out of any fireworks.

Victoria abandoned any elaborate plan or system to guide such acts. It was just a matter of horny men waiting their turn and her expunging a year of sexual energy. She remained on her back for two more studs, shifting her legs and torso at times to mix things up. One even licked her feet and sucked her toes, which she found uniquely erotic, so much so that she had another orgasm. Her world kept rocking and these stud men kept it rocking hard, much to her delight.

All the while, Victoria kept giving oral sex to any stud who sought it. She remained somewhat sloppy, so much so that a good bit of her makeup and lipstick got smeared. The men didn’t seem to mind, though. One even blew his load right into her face, getting half of it in her mouth and the other half on her cheek. She didn’t mind, either. She just licked it up while casting the other studs and erotic gaze, tempting them to continue feeding her burning desire.

“Keep it coming, studs. Let’s keep this New Years gangbang going!” Victoria proclaimed.

It was the antithesis of the uptight, well-kempt, disciplined professional that she’d been since grade school. Just hearing those words in her own voice sounded strange. At the same time, it was oddly thrilling. The nameless gigolos surrounding her had no idea why this meant so much to her, but they didn’t seem to care.

They weren’t being paid to ask why she needed so much sex on New Years Day.

They were being paid to fuck her until she was satisfied.

To that end, they began coordinating more. At one point during another round of heated humping, one of the studs flipped her over so that she was on all fours. From there, one of the studs could fuck her from behind so that she could focus more on giving oral sex to the men in front of her. It proved both efficient and decadent.

More orgasms followed, both from her and from the manly studs fucking her. Victoria’s sex drive was in overdrive. Even these professional gigolos had a hard time keeping up. All they could do was keep themselves hard and keep the gangbang going. Being professionals, they did their part.

The pace of their humping intensified. As more studs fucked her doggy style, they did so with more fervor. The sound of pelvises smacking into her butt filled the room, along with the grunts, moans, and cheers. By then, the whole suite reeked of sweat and sex. Victoria hadn’t known that scent in a year. It was dirty and lurid, but she loved it, so much so that she craved bolder sex acts.

“My ass!” Victoria said. “Do my ass, too!”

“Just when I thought this couldn’t get crazier,” said one of the studs who hadn’t had his fill yet.

“Good thing we bought lube!” said another.

That was another special request she’d prepared ahead of time, making sure there was lube on hand for whatever sex act she desired. Victoria didn’t always crave something that extreme, but after the year she’d endured, she needed it.

The experienced studs knew what to do. After the one humping her pussy got off, another came in with a bottle of lube in hand. He quickly applied a generous dose. He ended up using half the bottle, making quite a mess on the carpet in the process. Victoria didn’t care. She just pointed her butt up at him, shook it playfully, and welcomed their waiting flesh.

“Come on in,” she said, playfully swatting her ass. “We’re not done yet!”

“Yes, ma’am!” said the stud with the lube bottle.

The handsome man accepted the invitation, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding his dick to her waiting hole. The penetration wasn’t as smooth as before. Victoria groaned and tensed for a moment, waiting for fresh pleasure to wash over the initial sting. That pleasure came quickly. Once her body adjusted, it was on once more. The stud began humping away and the decadence continued.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s tight!” he grunted.

“Well, that gives us an extra hole to work with,” joked another stud.

“That just means she’ll wear us out even faster,” said another in a more serious tone.

“Hey, if that’s what she paid for, that’s what she’s getting!”

Victoria wished her clients were that simple in their thinking. It was ironic how the simplest business practices manifested in whores and gigolos. She had a basic need. She paid these men to fulfil it and they did just that. It was messier, but more fulfilling than spreadsheets and invoices.

With her ass now in play, the studs coordinated with greater creativity. They started by alternating between holes, doing one until she or one of the studs climaxed and then switching to another. It filled her body with more intense sensations, often blurring the line between pain and ecstasy. All the while, she continued giving oral sex to the other studs in front of her, including a few who’d climaxed already and sought another round.

Eventually, the studs made use of their strength and her willingness to engage in every sex act. At one point, they arranged their bodies so that she was fucked from every end. Victoria had a dick in her ass, pussy, and mouth, each slithering and sliding at a steady pace of decadence. It marked the apex of the satisfaction she sought. After a year of conducting such a restrained, disciplined manner, this was her one act of indulgence and it was incredible.

“This feeling…this pleasure…this depraved act of desire…I earned this,” she thought to herself in the midst of so many chaotic sex acts.

Victoria’s thoughts devolved into musings of lust, following basic whims and the sensations that came with them. The gangbang kept going, her naked body rocking to every thrust, pump, and hump. In whatever orifice a dick entered, she savored every bit of it. From every direction, she took in delicious male flesh, following it to multiple rounds of orgasmic ecstasy.

She lost track of how many orgasms she’d achieved, but Victoria was fairly certain that every stud had climaxed at least once. Most ended up on her face, torso, and back, mixing with the sweat that now poured off her body and that of the athletic studs serving her. She even got playful with a few of their peaks, getting two men to pop their loads at once on her tits and having another climax inside both her holes. It was the most playful she’d been all year, which only made it more rewarding.

By the time Victoria neared her limits, some of the studs were already laying back, catching their breath and wiping the sweat from their brow. They had exhausted whatever amount of desire they’d brought with them. By the time the last stud with a working boner had her on the brink, she laid him on his back, got on top of him, and rode him cowgirl style to a final orgasm.

“One more,” Victoria panted as she expended the last bit of desire. “Just…one…more!”

“I’m ready…barely,” grunted the man under her.

The last orgasm was mostly a formality at that point. It wasn’t the loudest or the most elaborate. When it hit, Victoria just arched her back, closed her eyes, and exhaled in accord with the release of pleasure. She did so knowing it might be the last orgasm she shared with a man until this time next year.

The man under her climaxed as well, pulling out just intime to release a small load onto her torso. The rug under them was already messy with various stains, but that was nothing an extra tip to the housekeepers couldn’t resolve. After rolling off the nameless stud, eventually settling into the center of the rug once more, Victoria could finally say it.

She was satisfied.

“Happy New Years, indeed,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you. All you handsome studs…thank you for giving us this.”

“You’re welcome, boss,” said one of the studs who was also catching his breath. “This is a hell of a way to start off the year.”

“Hey, I’ll take it!” said another who was already looking for his pants. “It’s not every day a pretty girl pays my fee for a gangbang like this.”

“Hell, I didn’t think any woman could handle a gangbang like this, let alone enjoy it so damn much,” said one of the older-looking studs.

Victoria, still lying on her side, naked and sweaty, looked around at the equally exhausted studs and smiled. They looked genuinely impressed by her, which she imagined was no easy feat. Professional gigolos encountered all sorts of women with diverse and elaborate tastes. Hers were more unique, to say the least.

Looking at her, even as she bathed in the afterglow of a raucous gangbang, she sensed they respected her for embracing the full extent of her desires. They didn’t know why she exercised them in such a way. They could never understand where she came from or why she did what she did. At the very least, they could appreciate why New Years Day meant something special to her.

“I work so hard,” Victoria told them. “I deny myself so many pleasures, large and small. On one day…the day a new year begins…I indulge. It’s more than just a reward. It’s a reminder of what I have to gain.”

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Daily Sexy Musings: Contemplating Your Perfect Lover

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We all like to dream about our perfect lover. Even if you’re not a fan of romance and have never encountered an endearing romantic sub-plot, I believe everyone imagines what their perfect soul mate would be like. It’s one thing to entertain a lurid fantasy. Those are easy. Contemplating the perfect lover takes more time, energy, and passion.

The perfect lover isn’t just someone you want for one night or a weekend in Cabo or even a month in Cancun. The perfect lover is someone you want to be with until your dying days. They’re someone you’re willing to love, honor, fight for, and cherish. They’re someone whose willing to be with you at your worst and vice versa.

That kind of lover holds a special place in our collective psyche. For many, it seems like an impossible ideal, but it’s not. There are real people who have contemplated and met their perfect lover. Their stories aren’t the product of fiction. They’re very real and they remind us that this kind of love is real.

That kind of love doesn’t just happen. It takes work, but it’s the kind of work that’s worth doing. As a lifelong romantic, I believe that with all my heart. I hope I one day meet someone who will share in that effort with me. To those who have met that someone or are still contemplating that someone, I hope you find this Daily Sexy Musing encouraging. Enjoy!

When I have a spare moment, I dare to imagine.

When I have several, I dare to dream big.

My dreams must be bold because that’s the only way I can see you. Through focus, faith, passion, and grit, I conjure your face from various slivers of scattered thought. Like piecing together a work of art from a pool of countless pieces, I assemble the figure of my soul mate.

Piece by piece, you come together in a convergence of beauty and presence. Just being near you fills me with awe and wonder. To look upon you is to see a every longing desire made real. Seeing you means seeing the true love in its most tangible form. A concept espoused by fairy tales and fantasy suddenly becomes possible.

However, I don’t just stop at a figure.

Beyond the beauty, I dream of a lover whose persona captivates as much as her smile. I can hold you in total darkness, knowing only your touch and voice, yet still feel your wondrous grace. The sound of your voice, the power of your touch, and the warmth of your presence only affirms what my eyes have told me.

You are the love of my life.

You are the angel in my dreams.

You are the only one for me.

I take comfort in that vivid dream. While our dreams help us entertain possibilities, it is love that makes them real. Even after the moment passes, I still feel your spirit, guiding my heart through this chaotic world. I know you’re out there. I may not recognize you when I first see you. You may not recognize me, either. However, we share the same vision.

We contemplate our perfect lover.

We pursue them with all our heart.

We eagerly await that special moment for one our paths cross.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: New Years 2019 Edition

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It’s almost over. It went by quickly and chaotically, but 2019 is almost complete. I know every year seems to go by fast in hindsight, but I feel like 2019 was unique and I’m not just referring to the steady onslaught of outrageous news stories. We have those every year. For me, personally, this year was quite a ride.

I had quite a few major developments, some I can’t share at the moment because they’re still unfolding. The past few years have brought many such developments for my life, some less pleasant than others. A few were downright painful, but I made it through and came out stronger.

Overall, I feel like 2019 was an improvement. I didn’t meet the love of my life, but I did see a few close relatives find theirs. I’ve had close friends welcome new children into the world. I also made some personal strides that I’m especially proud of. I hope to make plenty more, especially with respect to my writing.

If 2019 had one shortcoming, it was how little my efforts to become a successful writer have progressed. It’s been a long time since I had a novel published and I’ve yet to find another publisher. I’ve tried to raise my profile through my sexy short stories, but I feel like that impact has been limited and I believe I could’ve done more.

In the end, I can still say that 2019 was a success for me. I’m ready for it to be over and I’m ready to make the most of 2020. As such, I’m eager to celebrate New Years alongside everyone else. It’s the last of the holiday festivities and intend to make the most of it. I hope these Sexy Sunday Thoughts get everyone in the New Years spirit as well. Enjoy!


“To some extent, seeking the love of your life requires that you listen to your genitals.”


“You’ll never be as conflicted as a porn addict with a parent who’s also a famous porn star.”


“The invention of the dildo probably took less imagination than any invention in history.”


“To some extent, marriage is a legally binding construct for shame-free orgasms.”


“Chances are you’ve shaken the hand of someone who has used that hand on someone else’s genitals.”


“Pick-up lines basically amount to guessing the combination to unlocking someone’s panties.”


“You know you’re in love when you willingly share your WiFi passwords.”


Regardless of whether you had a good year or not, New Years is worth celebrating. It’s the end of one thing and the beginning of another. Time keeps moving forward. Life goes on. Now is a time to celebrate how far we’ve come and appreciate what lays before us. From me to you, I wish everyone a safe and Happy New Year!

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“Hot Envy” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about love, heartbreak, and finding just the right comfort when you need it. Yes, that comfort is of the sexy kind. Not all of us are lucky enough to find that comfort, but when we do, it’s a beautiful thing. Enjoy!

“It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.”

Cynthia Richardson had been constantly repeating those painful words for two weeks, three days, and five hours. That was exactly how long it had been since her former fiancé, Paul Teller, broke off their engagement. In an instant, a seven-year relationship that began in high school came crashing down. If that weren’t bad enough, the break-up meant having to move out of an apartment she could no longer afford and rebuild her life.

It didn’t happen suddenly. The complete collapse of her world had been building for a while, so much so that her friends and family weren’t too surprised when they heard they were breaking up. Some even asked why it hadn’t happened sooner. Cynthia had been asking that question herself. Unfortunately, she already knew part of the answer.

She’d been wrong.

She’d been stubborn.

She’d been foolish.

That shouldn’t have been possible for the same young woman everyone thought would succeed in spades. Cynthia had graduated high school as an honor student, doing all the right things and following all the rules. She’d put in all the work, taking all the right classes in college and going through all the necessary steps for her career.

She had it all planned out. She was going to become a top analyst an up-and-coming investment firm. She was going to marry Paul, the only man she’d ever dated. She was going to achieve the kind of success that everyone else would envy. Everything was in place. There was just one glaring problem.

“We were miserable,” Cynthia said into the darkened night. “We were so goddamn miserable.”

It might have been obvious now, but she and Paul had gone to great lengths to convince themselves that their love was true. They’d moved in together. They’d built their lives and careers around one another. She’d even defied the wishes of her religious parents and had sex with him. She did everything she thought would ensure their love, but it wasn’t enough.

By the time they’d broken up, she failed to get that promotion she’d hoped for and the company went bankrupt. On top of that, Paul had been seeing someone else behind her back. He claimed he never cheated on her. She even believed him. It just got to be too much. They had to end things and it couldn’t have gone much worse.

Broken hearted, out of a job, and more miserable than ever, she turned to her oldest friend, Lillian Saunders, and her friend, Richard Drayton. She and her husband happened to live in a townhouse less than five miles from her former apartment. Having nowhere else to go and her parents in another time zone, she went groveling to the same friend who had once lived in her shadow. To her credit, she welcomed her without hesitation.

“Of course you can stay!” she’d told her over the phone. “Rich and I are here for you.

Cynthia had smiled when she accepted that offer, but on the inside, she was fuming. Even though she’d known Lily all her life, she never expected to turn to her in her hour of desperation. If anything, she’d expected the reverse.

Lily was once a shy, reserved woman who avoided big crowds. Cynthia had known her since they were kids. She’d never shown herself to be as smart or as capable. From grades to relationships to looks, Lily always seemed to be a step behind. That didn’t stop Cynthia from helping her.

She’d helped Lily come out of her shell as she got older. As a teenager, she became more outgoing. It had been a struggle, so much so that some worried whether she could make it after high school. She ended up going very far, especially after meeting Rich. He was the one that turned her shyness into charisma.

That was quite a feat for someone her father once described as a wannabe hippie who dropped out of college after one year. Rich was tall, disheveled, and good looking. Everyone thought he was just a fling for Lily, but he ended up being the love of her life. They got married after only six months of dating. He also helped her get a job with a theater company that his brother founded, which somehow became successful despite everyone in her family saying it would fail.

Instead, she turned out to be the failure. She’d lost her job. She’d lost her fiancé. She was sleeping in the guest room of her best friend’s townhouse, not knowing what to do with herself. Cynthia had built a life that most would’ve envied. Now, she was the one consumed with envy.

“Don’t think about it,” Cynthia groaned to herself as she buried her face in her pillow. “Just go to sleep. Don’t think about your miserable life…or how happy your best friend is.”

Saying it out loud only made it worse. She could hear the envy in her own voice. She hated how it sounded. She hated herself even more for feeling that way.

Feeling restless and tense, Cynthia stopped trying to shut it out. She just stared up at the ceiling, contemplating what to do with herself.

It was official. Cynthia was at rock bottom. Her only support was an old friend who’d achieved more by doing everything differently. She had to find a job, mend her broken heart, and stop feeling so sorry for herself. It seemed so daunting. She didn’t know where to begin.

As her mind raced in the late hour, a strange noise echoed from down the hall. It was low, but powerful, like music with a heavy base. It was so heavy that it shook the walls of the guest room.

“The hell?” Cynthia wondered.

Restless, curious, and more than a little frustrated, she got out of bed and made her way into the hallway. As soon as she opened the door, the sound got more intense. She recognized it as music, but not the kind most people played at this hour. She also traced the source to Lily and Rich’s master bedroom at the end of the hall. They either forgot that they had someone in their guest room or just had weird tastes in music.

“This just keeps getting worse and worse,” Cynthia groaned.

Her frustration was at a tipping point. She wasn’t even sure she had the right to tell her friend to turn down her music. This was her house. She had let her stay in her time of need. Even so, Cynthia could only take so much.

She approached the door, which was only slightly ajar. There was also some light coming from the bottom. She and Rich were clearly awake. Cynthia was ready to barge in and demand they turn the music down.

Then, she got a brief glimpse into the room through the small crack. What she saw stopped her on the spot.

“Whoa,” she gasped, covering her mouth to hide her reaction.

Suddenly, that weird music gained a whole new context. Lily and Rich weren’t just listening to it for the base-heavy beats. They had incorporated it into something much more elaborate act.

That act involved Lily lying naked on her back, her legs spread wide in a perfect V-shape, while her husband gave her oral sex. Their old gymnastics teacher would’ve been both proud and aghast because she was also handcuffed to the rail of her bed while wearing a blindfold. She didn’t look the least bit uncomfortable, though. If her moans were any indication, she was really enjoying herself.

“Oohhh yeah! That’s it, Richy! Eat that pussy out!” Lily cooed.

“Mmm…so delicious,” Rich said, his voice muffled by her inner thighs.

Cynthia’s eyes widened, keeping her mouth covered to contain another gasp. Growing up with Lily, she’d known her to be many things. Kinky wasn’t one of them. She was the kind of girl who scolded someone for cursing in traffic. The idea of her being so vulgar, even during sex, was quite jarring. It was also a little exciting.

She found herself watching closer as Rich heeded her profane proclamations. The same man who was so soft-spoken at their wedding was indulging in his wife’s genitalia. He licked and fingered her folds with the utmost focus. Even from afar, she could see him flicking his tongue in and out of her slit, paying close attention to her clitoris.

The man knew what he was doing. Lily’s continuous squeals of delight were proof of that. It wasn’t fair. She was tied up and blindfolded, yet still getting more oral pleasure than her ex ever gave her. Cynthia could count all the times Paul went down on her on one hand and he never showed he knew the first thing about vaginas.

She should’ve been jealous. It was more proof that Lily had made the right choice. It wasn’t enough that she picked a better guy. She picked a guy who knew how to eat a woman out. Cynthia wanted to bitter. Instead, she found herself turned on by the sight.

“She’s enjoying it. He’s enjoying,” Cynthia said under her breath, “and I’m just here…watching.”

She couldn’t turn away. The more she saw, the more aroused she got. She felt a wet heat forming between her thighs. It didn’t help that she only had on a pair of white panties and a dirty T-shirt. She began rubbing her thighs together, which caused the heat to spread.

Instincts combined with years of sexual frustration. While watching Rich eat out the pussy of her oldest friend, she slipped her hand into her panties and started fingering herself.

“Watching…and longing,” Cynthia said in a daze.

Her heart pounded in her chest as the heat from her arousal spread. She still remained silent, peering through the crack in the door as best she could. Near as she could tell, they didn’t notice that she was watching. Rich just kept going at it, gorging on his wife’s pussy until her moans became too desperate.

“Mmm…you wet enough, my love?” Rich asked in his charmingly polite tone.

“Fuck yes! You hard enough?” Lily replied.

“My beautiful wife is naked, blindfolded, and tied up,” he said. “What do you think?”

“I think I’m up for some good, quickly fucking from my husband!”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.”

With the same intensity he’d demonstrated with giving oral sex, Rich rose up and positioned himself in the center of the bed. In doing so, Cynthia got a perfect view of his erect cock and toned buttocks. All those jokes Lily used to make about Rich’s manly endowments gained greater meaning. It was more than enough to make Cynthia’s face blush. She also fingered herself with greater intensity.

She clung harder to the wall, watching intently as Rich propped himself on his knees and grabbed hold of her thighs. Before he entered her, though, he removed Lily’s blindfold. It was as though he wanted her to see when he entered her. Cynthia could see the glowing look on her face. She watched her react the second Rich entered her with a firm thrust of the hips.

“Ooh Richy!” Lily cried out.

“Yeah!” he grunted. “So hot…so tight.”

Cynthia couldn’t help but marvel at the sex that unfolded before her. It even exceeded her usual envy. Lily was already awash in ecstasy, moaning and gasping as her husband made love to her. He wasn’t too gentle or too rough. He was just thorough, working his hips in a steady humping motion, pumping that nice male endowment of his inside Lily’s pussy.

The bed rocked.

Their naked bodies rocked.

The booming music rocked with them, as if to maintain the rhythm of their sex.

It was so hot, passionate, and intimate. The way they looked at one another, with beaming smiles to go along with their blissful moans, revealed the breadth of their love. There was a connection, one that went beyond the wedding vows and the sex. There was also an understanding. They knew each other intimately and not just in terms of basic human anatomy. They understood what they wanted, how to give it, and how to enjoy it.

It couldn’t have been more different from the sex she’d experienced with Paul. With him, it had been so rigid. She’d just lay on her back or bend over while Paul did most of the work. It wasn’t necessarily painful or uncomfortable, but it was rarely enjoyable. She couldn’t remember making the same noises as Lily.

“Yes! Oh yes! Ooh Richy! Ooh I fucking love it!” Lily exclaimed in a passionate mantra.

Cynthia, fixated on both her expression and the heated movements of naked bodies, let out light gasps of her own. She stopped covering her mouth, trusting the music to mask her reaction. She needed her other hand to reach up her shirt and fondle her breast. It had been a while since she’d pleasured herself, but she hadn’t forgotten how. She just never had such a stimulating spectacle.

“Lily…you’re so lucky,” Cynthia said under her breath. “That…or I’m really horny.”

As Rich and Lily made love, her legs grew too weak to support her. She steadily sank to the floor, keeping one hand between her legs and the other on her breast. She even pushed her panties down to her knees, giving her more room to work. She pumped two fingers into her folds, using her thumb to stimulate her clit. Warm shots of pleasure followed, but they were nothing compared to what Lily experienced.

She could tell her friend was close to climaxing. Lily once joked that she couldn’t fake an orgasm to save her life. She once tried at a bachelorette party to win a bet with her sister. She failed miserably. With Rich, she had no reason to fake it.

“I’m close, Richy!” Lily exclaimed. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! Oohhh Richy!”

With the music still blaring, Lily arched her body, threw her head back, and let out a moan that left no room for ambiguity. That was a real orgasm. The look of glee on her face said it all. Rich even slowed the pace of their sex to admire it, kissing down her neck and whispering something into her ear. Cynthia couldn’t hear what he said. It must have been something because it made her squeal with even more delight.

“Is it supposed to be that good?” Cynthia wondered aloud.

She fingered and fondled herself more vigorously. Now sitting on the floor, still able to see the spectacle through the crack in the door, she intensified her efforts. In the spirit of fairness, she had to keep up with her friend.

She still felt behind the curve. Even as Lily writhed in orgasmic content, she and Rich shared a loving kiss. It further demonstrated the disparity between the lovemaking they enjoyed and the kind she had with her ex. At this point, however, the answers became painfully obvious.

“It should’ve been better. I…should’ve been smarter,” she said to herself.

In retrospect, it seemed obvious. Paul never treated sex with the same care or passion as Rich and Lily. She’d never been very playful with it, either. She thought she knew how sex was supposed to play out. She saw the kinks and quirks that Lily often described as a sign that something was wrong. Based on what she’d seen, there was no denying who was at fault now.

It was an upsetting realization, but that just got Cynthia more motivated to share in the pleasure. She kicked off her panties, pumped her fingers harder, and kept watching with more scrutiny as Lily and Rich’s lovemaking escalated. The music was still playing and the air was still hot. There was no way they were done.

“God, I love you,” Rich said to his wife.

“I love you too,” Lily said.

“If I uncuff you now, do you promise to ride my cock until I get mine?”

“Of course!” she said playfully. “What kind of loving wife would I be if I didn’t?”

Lily sounded so cheery and playful. She reminded Cynthia of the bubbly persona that had so defined her when they were kids. It was almost too fitting that it had impacted her sex life.

Being a woman of her word, Lily wasted no time in keeping her promise. As soon as Rich unlocked her handcuffs, she shot up from the bed and effectively tackled her husband in a naked heap. She heard them giggling and laughing as they made out in the center of the bed, the rhythm of the music intensifying with each passing second.

Eventually, they found their way into another position. Rich ended up on his back and Lily straddled his hips, facing away to give Cynthia a full-frontal of her friend’s naked body. She kept watching and masturbating as Lily aligned her pelvis with her husband’s rigid cock. Once ready, she lowered self onto him, their intimate flesh once again entwined. From there, she began riding his cock reverse cowgirl style.

It must have been one of Rich’s favorite positions because he became much more vocal. He also showed his appreciation for Lily’s shapely butt, grasping it and even smacking it a few times to encourage her.

“Yeah! Ohhh yeah!” Rich exclaimed. “Ride my dick! Ride it hard!”

“Yeah! You love it, don’t you? You love how I ride you!” Lily said.

Just as before, they moved their bodies to the fast-paced rhythm of the music. Lily proved just as focused as her husband, working her hips and rocking the bed to the movements of their sex. Cynthia might have had the best possible view, even through such a narrow slit.

Lily went at it with the same theatrics that made her so charismatic. She practically danced atop her lover, grooving and jiving to the music, her expression awash with joy and passion. She even played with her bouncing breasts, treating the sex like a one-woman performance. It was an amazing sight.

In that fateful moment, whatever envy Cynthia had turned to admiration. The frustration that originally got her out of bed was a distant memory. Instead, she found herself smiling for the first time since she’d arrived.

“Lily…my friend,” Cynthia said.

That realization proved both cathartic and effective. As a new host of feelings sank in, Cynthia felt the proverbial barriers crumble. The intensity and pace of her masturbation settled, her fondling now mirroring the rhythm of Lily and Rich. Whether by fate or fluke, it led her to the brink of orgasm. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, she was going to enjoy this pleasure on her own terms.

“Mmm…you close yet, love?” Lily teased while riding her lover’s cock.

“Yeah…I’m close!” Rich gasped, sounding out of breath.

“Then hold on! Here…comes…the finale!” she told him.

For the final push, Lily rode him harder. She rode him harder than the rhythm of the music. It really sent Rich over the edge. His panting intensified and he grabbed hold of his wife’s butt in anticipation. When the feeling arrived, he let a deep, masculine grunt before their naked bodies contorted into one last spectacle. Cynthia even see them both shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

At almost the same exact moment, Cynthia climaxed as well. For once, she could share in the fun.

“Oohhh Lily!” Rich cried out.

“Mmm…yes!” Cynthia gasped.

She was louder than she’d expected. It was no use. The feeling was too intense and too overdue.

When it hit, all semblance of discretion went out the window. Cynthia felt her vaginal muscles contract around her fingers in accord with her release. She squeezed her breast, her toes curling and her legs bending back as a wave of pleasure shot up from her core. It was the kind of orgasm she hadn’t had in a long time. She’d almost forgotten how great it felt. It was almost sad that she’d denied herself for so long. It further affirmed how wrong things went between her and Paul.

Had she simply timed her moan in accord with the music, Cynthia might have tone unnoticed. However, under the onslaught of ecstasy, she’d thrown her head back and banked it against the door, causing it to open. Before she could catch herself, it was too late. What happened next would either be the most mortifying moment of her life or the most hilarious.

“Hey there, Cyn!” Lily said, still straddling her lover’s cock. “Enjoy the show?”

“Uhh…” she stammered, her face bright red as she tried to hide behind the door.

Had she not been in the midst of an orgasm, she would’ve gotten up and ran. There was no way her legs could support her. All she could do was look up from the floor, naked from the waist down with her right hand still buried between her thighs, and smile awkwardly at her friend.

“I hope she enjoyed it as much as us,” said Rich. “We tried to bring our A-game.”

“If her lack of panties are any indication, I’d say we did our part,” Lily laughed.

Cynthia was still at a loss. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. However, she was still smiling. Embarrassment aside, she didn’t feel nearly as awkward as she’d anticipated.

Neither Lily nor Rich seemed too upset. If anything, they looked amused. Already bathing in afterglow, Rich rose up from the bed and embraced his wife from behind. Lily rose off him as well, settling comfortably in his naked embrace. They didn’t attempt to cover their naked bodies. They just looked like a happy, content couple greeting a distressed friend.

“I…guess I have some explaining to do,” Cynthia said, trying not to look more foolish than she already did.

“What’s there to explain?” Lily shrugged. “You heard me and Richy having sex. You got curious, you liked what you saw, and you got horny. It’s as simple as that.”

“Granted, you never struck me as much of a voyeur,” said Rich, “but we sure don’t mind.”

“I’m not like that,” Cynthia said. “I…I don’t know what this is. I just…”

She tried to put it into words, but that proved impossible. After realizing how wrong she’d been, how could she even know what felt right? She tried to look away, but she already felt Lily’s sympathetic gaze.

She and Rich didn’t let her just linger on the floor like some pervert that fell out of a tree. They got up off the bed, knelt down next to her, and embraced her as only two wonderful friends could.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to say it,” Lily said. “It’s like I said when I invited you to stay with us. We’re here for you.”

“And we meant it,” Rich added. “We just didn’t think you’d need us to be here like this.”

“Sorry,” said Cynthia with a sheepish smile. “I guess I still have a lot of issues to work through.”

“That’s okay. Rich and I will help you every step of the way,” Lily said with a warm smile, “and if you want part of that to involve our sex life, then all you have to do is ask.”

They all shared a good laugh. Cynthia even had to hide a tear of joy as she embraced her friend and husband in a moment as satisfying as any sex act.

She had made her share of mistakes. She came to her best friend, broken and envious. After her breakup with Paul, she couldn’t have felt lower. Now, she had a better perspective. She had a lot to learn about love, sex, and managing herself. It was nice to know she had the support of her friend and her husband.

Plus, the idea of reimagining her sex life with such a playful couple had plenty of appeal.

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