With the wife for a massage
– Is this your first couples massage?
– First massage of any kind, actually.
Nervous wasn’t the right word. I was excited to finally have a professional solve a problem that had been bugging me for the past two months. The fact that my wife would be lying next to me partially naked, experiencing a similar level of satisfaction, made the whole ordeal that much more exciting.
“And you too?” the second masseuse, a short, thick-thighed woman with the name Diane emblazoned on her scrub-like uniform, asks Michelle.
– The first one for couples, but I’ve done a few other massages.
– So you know what the exercise is, said the first masseuse.
Her name, Selena, was emblazoned on her gray uniform with blue threads.
– We’re going to go outside, you can both strip down to your underwear, get on the table and cover yourself with towels. You can also put your stuff there.
Selena motioned to a cabinet of white cloth towels on a table in the corner.
– Can I stay in shorts? I asked.
Without hesitation, Selena reached up to my leg and felt the material between her toes. My stomach fluttered.
– Normally I would say yes, but these are a bit thick. Besides, he said as he consulted the clipboard on his hip, you wrote that your hips hurt.
– And the neck, I intervened.
– Correct. I keep saying take off your shorts too.
And with that, Diane and Selena smiled and turned towards the door. I tried not to look at Selena’s firm bottom as it disappeared into the hall.
– Okay, one little problem, I turned to Michelle.
She had already pulled her shirt over her head and was maneuvering her leggings over the leopard print thong and over her toned thighs.
– I’m not wearing underwear.
– Why?
– I didn’t know I had to!
– How is that possible?
– You said I just need to dress comfortably.
– Notthat’s all comfortable.
– Well, that’s it. Maybe I can run home.
– No way.
Michelle took off her bra. The whiteness of her small, perfect breasts against her tanned chest made them appear luminous in the flickering yellow candlelight.
– It doesn’t reduce my massage time. I paid a lot of money for a full hour. I get my full hour. Just take off your shorts and don’t be weird. You will be covered.
– A freak?
– Yes, he got on the table and lay face down. Don’t beat yourself up about it and you’ll be fine. They are professionals.
So, armed with a fully loaded cock, I dropped my shorts down to my ankles and took them off. Michelle’s face was already buried in the horseshoe pillow, so I climbed onto the table face down and covered myself.
Selena and Diane entered almost immediately. All I could see was Selena’s white Nikes as she stopped by my shoulder andm-a asked softly if I wanted peppermint or lavender oil.
– Let’s do it with mint, I said.
– Good choice. And I’m actually going to start with your hips, so turn around
He played it cool and I didn’t hesitate, but carefully held the towel on top. The move allowed me to position my penis on my stomach, not between my legs; the chances of launching a full-fledged teepee seemed too great to risk.
Selena slipped a warm towel over my eyes. The sounds of bottles opening and hands rubbing together mingled with the soothing sounds of a harp or cello on an iPod somewhere out of sight. It was very relaxing.
Selena gently folded the towel, exposing my left thigh. Her hands then clasped together, her thumbs kneading before stretching and running back down.
My cock twitched subtly and I knew it was going to be a long hour.
She continued unknowingly. The scent of the lotion filled my nose, but it couldn’t fully distract my mind from the fact that a beautiful woman was six inches away from me. When she moved to my other leg, I was completely terrified and praying that the towel would continue to do its job.
Her hands ran down my thigh for the last time. I sighed with relief more than anything.
Then the towel folded more.
I swallowed and tried to reposition myself. I peeked under the mask and saw her squeezing out more oil. I reached under the towel and slid my cock, placing it on my abdomen, to the other side.
Selena turned and rubbed her hands together. But before planting them on my exposed flexor, he folded the towel back and reached over me.
He gently peeled off the towel and began to place his fingers on my hip. With each press of her fingers, my cock slid further to the side, still throbbing and desperate for attention, until it found its way into the game.
Selena’s palm touched my cock.
Then again.
And again.
I looked down under the mask.
She had stopped massaging and was circling the table. When he reached the other side, he held up the towel, as if checking a corpse in the morgue for identification.
– Wow.
No one said a word. I could barely see Selena.
– Diane, she said firmly.
– It is…
– Yes. Okay girls, I’m afraid we’re going to have to wrap this up.
– What the? Michelle said awkwardly, still enraptured in a state of deep relaxation. Why?
– That’s why.
Selena removed the towel completely, leaving me bare and hard. Michelle craned her neck to look.
– Damn it, Jack. Are you kidding me?
– I can’t help it!
– Unfortunately, it is our policy.
– You can’t kick him out, Michelle begged.
– Well. Not. It is a massage ofcouple, so you’re kind of a package deal.
– That would be one thing, Diane intervened.
– Anything, Michelle replied.
– What do you think, Selena?
– I do not know. Believe?
– He might agree.
– We agree, said Michelle.
– I guess we can try.
– What should we try? I asked.
– Ask her, Selena said to Diana.
Diane leaned down and whispered something in Michelle’s ear.
– Yes, absolutely.
– Sure?
– 100 percent. He asked for it himself.
– What did I ask for?
Again no one said anything.
– Michelle?
– He’s going to kill you.
– What the? I asked.
– Selena is going to fuck you while I get my massage.
– No way.
– Sure. Or you won’t be able to pull it off me for the rest of this year, let alone this trip. Besides, you’ve been asking me to do it for months.
– Michelle! I was asking you…
– Please. I saw you checking her ass.
– Seriously? Selena asked with a raised eyebrow.
– Oh, yes, said Michelle. What’s right is right, Jack.
– I do not believe this.
– Believe, Michelle answered. Q
and resumed the face down position and Diane rubbed the oils into her back again.
– I don’t see what the problem is, Selena said. All this talk, your penis is still very erect.
I looked down and sure enough, my penis was almost floating above my body.
– There he is, said Michelle. Enjoy her cock and show her that waxed anus you keep bragging about.
– Waxed anus?! Selena and Diane said in unison, a light laugh breaking through.
“Damn, you really want this,” Diane said.
– I would say, Selena leans over and examines me.
She pressed two fingers firmly against my anus, then sensually curled them down and onto my anus.
I let out a soft moan.
– You better shut up there too, warned Michelle. I don’t want to hear you screaming to be fucked harder.
– I won’t scream.
– Or how to ejaculate.
– I won’t ejaculate.
– We’ll see.
I looked up at Selena. Her eyes were on my body as her hands trailed down my inner thighs. My penis twitched.
“Yeah, I think you’re in trouble,” Michelle said as she repositioned herself on her stomach.
Diane continued with the massage as if I wasn’t there, much less about to be fucked by her partner.
– Come back, Selena said softly.
– On the stomach?
– Yes. Penis between legs.
– I’m not sure that will happen, I replied, referring to how strong I was.
Selena caught him. Her strong hands envelop me and spin me simultaneously. I did as I was instructed and rolled onto my stomach as she tipped my cock down and onto the cushion of the table on a plush towel. anglem-a forced to raise my hips, leaving my ass raised and begging. A splash of oil followed by the firm massage of Selena’s hands pressed against my ass. He parted my buttocks and moved his fingers very gradually towards my ass.
Then around him.
Smooth and undisturbed. Firm but sensual. An overwhelming cloud of relaxation washed over me.
Then a finger entered me and I let out all the air I had. It was her index finger, and although it started shallow and followed the entrance, it soon sank deeper inside. Her left hand ran down my back, palm pressing and simultaneously releasing excess tension along my spine, while with her other hand she mined the deepest recesses of my darkest fantasies and exposed the true rush of eroticism fulfilled. My finger pointed at something. Something warm.come herehe said. I was powerless to defy him. I would have gone to the ends of the earth for that. The heat. A terrible heat that went on to be all-encompassing.
The entry of the second finger, followed by his beckoning to follow that heat, elicited our first audible moan of the ordeal – soft with a quiver and a twitch of my leg. Selena’s left hand grabbed my shoulder and held it while the fingers of her other hand fluttered inside me, mercilessly rubbing my prostate. She held me in place, completely wrapped in her hands as the heat washed over me and a silent gasp escaped my mouth.
Ejaculation was uncontrollable.
It flowed out of my cock effortlessly like a water hose without pressure.
Her fingers released me and then her hand came off my neck. I sat still and partied. The thrill of running ran through my mind like a deer.
