National Masturbation Month
Copyright© 2024 by D. Fritz
Epilogue: Monday, June 3, 2024
Fiction Sex Story: Epilogue: Monday, June 3, 2024 - This is a fun, campy story with a limited plot line – orgasm every day, by hand, in the month of May in honor of National Masturbation Month. After reading about NMM in real life, the idea for the story was easy – turn it into a challenge! The action begins with a colleague’s offhanded joke, then proceeds for four weeks as Will attempts to keep pace with his coworker. He starts solo, but then gets help from his wife, plus a few additional sources, throughout the month.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Humor Masturbation
Will logged into work a few minutes after 8:00 on Monday morning. He had not even opened his first email when his messenger beeped. It was Marci.
“Chat?”
He called her through the messenger app.
“Hi, Marci,” he said when her camera flicked on. She looked great. She was wearing a dressy blazer, had changed her makeup slightly, and had gotten a new hairstyle over the weekend.
“Wow,” Will continued, “you look great!”
Marci smiled and patted her hair. “It was time for a change.”
“Mission accomplished,” Will commented.
“And it isn’t just a change of looks. Today is my last day. I got tired of the rumors and political bullshit that seems so prevalent that I put out a few feelers last month. I got an interview and within a week was made an offer I can’t refuse.”
Will was not surprised. He had seen it several times in the past few weeks.
“Congratulations,” he said.
“But that’s the secondary reason for my call. I’m sure you kept your streak going until Friday?”
Will nodded his head in agreement. “Yep. Thirty-one days by hand. My wife and I found it to actually be somewhat of a chore by the third week, but we changed up a few things and made it. I also assume you made it to the end?”
Marci said, “Yep – how could I not since I started this contest?”
Will said, “Yeah, it was all your fault.”
They laughed about their recent adventures then closed the call with best wishes and promises to stay in touch.
At lunchtime, before going to the kitchen to meet Eve for lunch, Will checked the erotic site they posted their latest story. He found over a dozen messages.
“Hey,” he said when he turned the corner. Eve was pulling leftovers out of the microwave.
“Hey, what?” she replied.
“I just looked, and we have a lot of messages from the story site. Both Slippery and S&S made it every day throughout the month. While we don’t need to jack-off every day this month, we may want to think about writing about some of more memorable adventures.”
“Or,” Eve added with a suggestive look, “we make new ones and post those stories!”
