So, in one of my previous posts on this sub, I related the time I hooked up with a couple of my wife’s lesbian friends while she was out of town and had given me a “weekend pass.” Since that story happened, my wife and I opened up our relationship and became nonmonogamous/poly. As a result, I’ve had opportunities for other extracurricular encounters. One such memorable encounter was with my friend Laura.
Laura was a couple years older than me, in her mid- to late-30s. She was short but stacked, about 5’1″ with dark hair. I’d seen her naked a couple of times before, either changing, at parties, etc, and I often found myself fantasizing about her large, heavy, but not sagging, breasts, thick ass, and shaved pussy. She was married to Matt. Matt was tall, good looking, and a bit ripped. She and Matt had opened up their marriage a couple years before she and I hooked up.
Laura and I texted semi-regularly for years, but after she and Matt opened things up, our chats began to become more frequent and sometimes racier. I’d send her graphic descriptions of us masturbating in front of each other; she’d tell me how much she got off on watching her husband fuck another guy. She started expressing more dissatisfaction with her love life though. One of the guys in our friend group whom she was pursuing was just stringing her along. A couple other guys in our group would hook up with her, but then went back to their regular girlfriends. She was really into sensual touching, but while Matt would rail her hard and get her off, he wouldn’t just touch and massage her.
One night, while she was trying to get one of our friends to come over and fuck her (he had recently broken up with his girlfriend but was still hoping to get back together with her), I described in vivid detail how I would give her sensual massage finishing with a happy ending. She told me how she was naked, in bed, masturbating at the thought.
Shortly thereafter, we made plans to hang out and watch a movie.
Laura arrived at the appointed time, when my wife was at her boyfriends and I had the house to myself. She was wearing a well-fitting black short-sleeved blouse and a black skort thing. As always, her face had an impish expression and her breasts were looking pretty good. She had brought the movie–the unrated version of an unremarkable ensemble comedy. I tried putting my arm around her during the movie but she wasn’t particularly responsive. Had I gotten the wrong idea? Was “chill” not on the agenda? Oh well. I’d rub one out after she left.
But as the movie was winding up, Laura turned to me and asked, “how about that massage?”
“Sure,” I answered. “Want me to focus anywhere in particular?”
“My neck and shoulders have been pretty tight today.”
“Okay. C’mere.” I sat lengthwise on the broad couch with my legs apart and had her sit between them, tight up against me. I was wearing a pair of thin cotton pajama pants and a t-shirt. I could feel dat ass pressing against the reasonable chub I had going. Laura sighed comfortably.
I started at the top, working her neck hard, first with my fingers, then with my knuckles. I moved down to her shoulders, digging in good with my elbow on the tougher knots of muscle. Laura let out intermittent roans as I worked out the kinks in her shoulder and back. As I finished with the area under her shoulder blades, she sighed and leaned back against me, her back pressing against my chest. By this time I was half-hard, rocking gently against her ass from time to time.
During one of our chats, Laura had told me she particularly liked having the top of her thighs stroked. At this point, I still wasn’t sure whether anything explicitly erotic was on the table. I trailed my hands down from her back to her sides, along her ribs. No reaction. Ok. I slid my hands down along the tops of her thighs. Laura groaned and ground her ass against me, tilting her head back to look me in the eye. “Mmmm. That’s nice.”
I kneaded and stroked her thighs a little more as Laura’s breathing grew heavier. I moved my hands up. I could feel her nipples firm through the blouse. Laura made a pleased sound as I ran my fingertips over them. I ran my fingers down again, to the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her, followed by my own tee. I cupped her breasts, lifting them and squeezing gently as I pulled her back against my bare torso. I was hard now, and Laura was grinding her ass against me.
“Oooh God,” Laura moaned, as I alternately pinched and tugged slowly on her thick, stiff nipples. I rhythmically squeezed and rolled her breasts in my hands as I kissed her neck and shoulder. Her breathing was starting to get ragged now. I moved my right hand down between her legs, over the skort, feeling how hot she was. “Ok?” I asked.
“Fuck. Please,” Laura moaned in response. I reached under the waist of her skort and underwear. Her shaved vulva was gratifyingly slick with her excitement. As wet and aroused as she was, I had no problem finding her clit. I grabbed her right breast with my left hand, across her chest, pulling her tight against me as I caressed her swollen lips. I stroked up and down, giving only brief pressure against her hood and clit. I dipped my ring and middle finger inside her, searching for her g-spot. Laura’s groans got higher in pitch as she started bucking, fucking my fingers. I felt her spasming, her pussy trying to squeeze my fingers out and she yipped.
Finally, she sighed and relaxed back against me. “Fuck, Fuliginblack, if I’d known . . . Ok. Your turn.” Laura turned around and pulled my pjs and underwear off in a single motion. I was still rock hard, the tip of my uncut cock slick with pre-cum. Laura had seen me naked before, but not hard. “Nice,” she smirked. Still topless, her full breasts swaying, she grasped my cock and pulled down, exposing my glistening glans.
Laura kneeled between my legs, stroking me with one hand, playing with my balls, which were now tight against my body, with the other hand. After all the grinding against me she’d been doing, I was already aching and full. Laura was looking at me with heavily lidded eyes, biting her lip. She stroked faster, until I was the one bucking my hips. “Fuck, Laura,” I moaned. Then I was exploding, the first spurt arcing high before splattering on my ribs. “Oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Like a champ, she kept stroking me through the aftershocks, until spatters of cum dotted my torso and her hand was covered.
10/10. Would massage again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/75p97g/massaging_a_friend
The massage is always the secret way in.