My man’s massage
I only had the weekend. My husband is an art history teacher and we were at a resort where there was an exhibition. South American works were on display, but I didn’t want those things to be the highlight of what passed before his eyes on this trip.
My guy is so much fun in bed and he really likes to make love. I think he would do that or three times a day if he could. He is insatiable! I also enjoy our sexual activities once they start, but if I’m not constantly reminded of: his nudges, his bad looks, double meaning, or his sneaky squeeze of my ass, I might forget to let the man for a while. I hate that about myself too, but most of the time it doesn’t matter because the shoving and butt-snapping never stops anyway. But deep down, I want to have at least one sexual encounter that my man will have running around in his head that says:
– She is the sexy woman I married!.
Anyway, I came across the right thing to do the trick. The other day my sorority was trying to find one of those bouncy things that kids jump on. I needed one for a fundraiser. Well, I was tasked with going online to find a used one. This search led me to some sort of online “wanted ads” where all kinds of buying and selling were going on. I didn’t find the jumping thing, but I spied a section where massage services were offered for sale. Something was igniting in my usually dormant sensual side. I quickly clicked to the city of the upcoming art exhibition. After all, we’d be off to a hotel and have the evening free for all kinds of crazy escapades. I clicked on a page of massages that ranged from “Therapeutic” to “Full Body Sensual”. Scanning the FBSMs, I found one where the girl doing the massage had her picture on it. She was really pretty and about 35 years old, or about 5 to 10 years younger than me and my husband. Her rate for half an hour was only $50. I called her and asked her here how this all worked. She told me that she surprises husbands all the time and that the massage could be as gentle or as hard as I wanted her to be. He informed me that it would still be a massage and under no circumstances would he have sex! It was really funny. I didn’t want her to have sex with my husband, but I was glad to hear that she was so strict about that too. However, she would oil him up and get him relaxed and then give him a handjob that would make his eyes pop out of his head while I sat and watched him smile.
I hung up the phone after making arrangements, then noticed something I didn’t expect. I was very excited! My breasts felt full and my nipples erect and I knew the slightest touch would be felt in my belly and groin area. Speaking of the groin, it had started to multiply and flow. It was actually leaking through my panties and shorts in the seat. How could planning for my husband have such an effect on me? No wonder the old teacher is hooked like a drug to get me hot and bothered. It releases a certain endorphin or something, and I’ve never been so interested in sex before. I couldn’t wait to reveal my plan.
Well, the night has arrived. I was in the room and had to lie so they wouldn’t kick me out. I was secretly drinking those $12 bottles of liquor from the hotel room fridge to keep my cool. There were times throughout the day when I didn’t want another woman massaging my man, but that was over now. In fact, I knew it was just a handjob, he hadn’t planned it, he wasn’t going to do it himself (he wasn’t a cheater) and I was going to be there to watch him do it. My thoughts of jealousy or whatever turned into excitement for him. Even at Christmas I struggled to get him the right tie, which might have been the problem, come to think of it, who wants a tie, for Pete’s sake! But this time I think I gave him a gift that will surpass them all.
We were sitting there watching TV, him clueless and me with nerves that were starting to show a little. What happened next was no surprise, he starts playing with me and rubbing my thigh and always the wife knows that the thigh rub is just a prelude to a sex match. At least this wife with this man as a husband knows. He put his hand in my panties and I was nervous. I was too wet and slippery to watch TV. He knew something was up, and I could see it in his eyes, but: THINK, THINK, I was saved by our cute little visitor. So here we are!
– Honey, I said, I thought you’d like a massage in the room, but I said it with a sly, naughty look in my eyes. Yolanda, right here they’re going to give you the most spectacular frequency possible.
He was amazed and grateful, but he didn’t realize anything. It was a massage, ok, no problem, very nice, etc. A little strange, out of the ordinary, but beautiful, very thoughtful. Yolanda was just like her photo online. She was wearing a tight lycra/spandex top and pants. He was in shower slippers which he quickly removed. My teacher was told to undress in the bathroom and come out with a towel. Yolanda winked at me and said quietly:
– Hello, nice to finally meet you. I bet that turns you on, you are a good wife and I will do my best with your husband too.
She really had the right personality for it. She was the right kind of girl and knew exactly what I was going to do and that she wasn’t really the main actor. Instead, she was more like the aphrodisiac that would become and keep things going for me and my husband for a while.
The teacher came out, now looking a little nervous. Two women staring straight at him, naked under his bath towel. But there was no sign of Mr. Penis, he seemed to be hanging around for now, but that was about to change very quickly.
The massage started slowly and was basically a great massage. My husband held my hand and thanked me for being so kind to him and giving him something so out of the ordinary. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I said:
– No problem, every boy needs a good massage from time to time.
Yolanda then asked if it would be okay to remove the towel to work on the glutes. I answered before my husband could and said:
– Honey, let her see your ass, everyone has one and yours is very nice anyway.
His eyes began to roll now and I turned to sit and watch. She rubbed his bottom in very sensual motions, and kept telling my guy how great his rear was. She told him she wished her boyfriend had an ass like his. She was really working him, both physically and with her words. She rubbed his bottom firmly and the upper parts of his thighs. I saw him squirm and knew he was now fully erect. He looked at me with nervous eyes as if to say:
– What the hell am I supposed to do if she asks me to come back?
I smiled at him and raised my right eyebrow. I even detected that she had gone past his anus a few times (something I know she loves). Then the words he dreaded came from Yolanda’s sexy mouth:
– Do you want to go back now so we can take care of your front?
His eyes shot at me like arrows. But I spoke again and said to him:
– Love, just come back for her, and then I added: Yolanda, he’s probably nervous because he always shows up when his back is rubbed.
Yolanda intervened directly and reassured, saying:
– Don’t worry, it happens with almost every massage, he tells me they do a good job and make you feel relaxed.
So as she turns, Yolanda said:
– I must be doing more than a good job because this is the biggest penis I’ve ever seen!
I know Yolanda is twisting the truth there, but I wanted to tip her for her acting skills. She really knew how to make my guy feel great about it. His penis was in full erection mode. It certainly wasn’t the biggest Yolanda had seen, but it was much better than average. And my guy was fat. I was proud to see how sexy she looked on that massage table. His naked body turned me on. I slept with this man for years and saw him naked all over the house, but now a woman was rubbing his naked body and giving him a huge erection, and my guy was turning me on.
As she rubbed him, his member bounced up and down a little. I think she was doing it on purpose to show that now that Yolanda had said all that. He’s a funny man and I love him, I wasn’t jealous and I didn’t feel dirty, not even with this hot woman’s hand on my naked man. It was what I gave him. It was my gift. It was between us. He gave me a vibrator once! And I love this gift. Well, it’s some kind of sex toy I gave him for his pleasure this time. And I think I knew I was right when Yolanda grabbed his cock and said sternly:
– Now, we’re going to take care of that part and make you feel really relaxed.
My husband looked at me horrified and started to get up, grabbing a towel, but I spoke softly and said:
– All right dear, it’s part of what they do in these things. I agree with that, I’m not jealous. It’s just a handjob, she doesn’t go any further than that. No, Yolanda?
Yolanda said:
– Absolutely right.
My guy laid back and was now looking at me and smiling and shaking his head. I actually giggled out loud. I wanted, I wanted to sit next to that guy now, but I wanted him to take it first. After a few oily up and down strokes, I began to lose myself in the rhythm, the sex, the fact that this was the first handjob I had ever seen in person. Even better, my husband was getting it. Lost in the action, I found myself rubbing my own pussy and I couldn’t even help but raise a hand to one of my breasts, as I often do when rubbing myself. I never knew how sexual it is to give something sexy to my man. I thought that was it for him, but it was so much more for me. I was really enjoying the whole thing.
It exploded so loud I thought Yolanda might have hit herself. Some of his cum hit me across the room, just a tiny spot of heat, and I will cherish that feeling. It was his warmth and a little gift for me. Yolanda took most of it and quickly went to the bathroom to clean herself.
My man just beamed at me in that restful way he does after using up his energy. I love this guy. You know, I think I might start suggesting that he order me a massage too, since my back has been creaking a bit lately. You know, I think he would, he’s a lot easier with this stuff than I am. But this time I think I surprised him and I think he will never forget that although I am quite modest and quiet, I am a hot woman he married!
