Couple’s Massage (Erotic W/S Fiction) [w/s] [sex] [dp]

This past summer, something incredible happened. My husband and I had been looking for a way to mix up our marriage a bit. We talked about our mutual desire to have an open marriage as long as we both agreed to be safe. We were nervous, though, and we both confessed that maybe our first time having sex with someone else would need to be together, like with another couple. We got online and signed up for an anonymous group for swingers, and through some online discussions we learned about a “spa” just a few hours from our home that offered “special services” for couples and might be a perfect first-time experience. My husband and I talked about it for a while and after reading more about it and looking into the website for the “spa,” we decided to give it a try and registered for a couple’s treatment. There were several tests we had to complete that included a survey and a health screening with our physician. We sent all this info to the address provided and waited. About a month later we received an email with the location and appointment time.

The day finally came, and we were obviously nervous and excited. I adored how my husband kept checking to make sure I was still comfortable with this. He was so loving and wanted to be sure I wasn’t just going along with it for him. Honestly, the thought of being with another man made my insides squirm with a mix of fear and excitement. I hadn’t been with anyone else since I met my husband, but truth be told I had thought about it.

We arrived, and the place looked like a regular spa, a nice looking brick building with stone columns and a fountain in the front. We were greeted by a receptionist who typed our information into the computer. 

“Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Dawson, I see you signed up for the couple’s experience, just head to the left and there will be some changing rooms on the right.” We followed her instructions, and as soon as we opened the door we were greeted with three other couples who were in various states of undress. One man and woman were completely nude and yet were standing close to each other as if it were perfectly normal. Another woman was in the process of wrapping a towel around herself, and her partner was removing his boxers. The other couple seemed as if they had just arrived right before us as they were in the process of removing their clothes.

My face reddened as I could not help but look at all of them. They were all so attractive. My husband also seemed affected by this brazen display. As we both stared, the couple who had been completely naked grabbed their towels and wrapped them around themselves and the last couple continued undressing until they, too, were each wrapped in a towel.

“Umm… Hello,” my husband said, finally breaking the awkward silence. Several of them returned his greeting. “We’re… not really sure what’s going on here,” he said. My face reddened again, but they all smiled at us, and one of the women giggled.

“It’s okay,” the man closest to us said. He had brown hair peppered with a few streaks of gray, but he was very handsome with lean muscles. “This is a safe place. No one wants you to feel uncomfortable. We are here to allow you to choose which of us you would like as your special partners for the evening. We are all trained massage therapists, and we have all completed a rigorous health screening. And now, we are just waiting for you to choose.”

I looked up and my husband who met my gaze. His face looked both confused and excited, which was adorable and comforting because I felt the same. We turned away from each other, though, and looked over the six people who stood in front of us, naked except for their towels.

“What do you think, babe?” my husband asked. I looked around at them. They were all so attractive, but there was something kind and gentle about the man who spoke to us, but he also seemed strong. I glanced at his hands, which were big but not massive. My husband was looking at the woman next to him. She was a redhead with round hips and decent sized breasts.

“Maybe these two?” I said. I smiled at my husband, who nodded.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Excellent,” the man said. “We’ll leave you two to get undressed, and when you’re ready just step through that door to your right. Showers are to the left if you want to get cleaned up first.”

Once they were gone, we did as he directed and undressed, then stepped over to the showers, which was a large square shaped space with several showerheads, a tile floor, and some drains. As we showered, I could not help but feel excited and nervous. My husband and I shared a showerhead and enjoyed some time holding each other under the warm water and helping each other clean off. It was like an unspoken gesture of trusting affection before we knew each of us would be giving ourselves over to someone else for a little while.

As we stepped out and wrapped our towels around our bodies, I had a fleeting thought that maybe I should pee first, but I had not seen any toilets anywhere, and I was so eager that I pushed the thought away. We stepped through the door, and there was our couple waiting for us, still wrapped in their towels and each of them standing next to a massage table. My husband stepped up to the one next to the redhead, and I walked to the one next to the man. They directed us to lay face down first. “Do we leave our towels on, or…?” my husband asked.

“You can leave them on until you feel comfortable removing them. We will also keep our towels on until you remove yours. We want you to feel comfortable setting the pace here. For now, just relax, enjoy your massages.” My husband and I made eye contact and smiled as we laid down on the massage tables.

For the next few minutes, we enjoyed what I know was the best massage of my life. My husband’s moans and sighs were proof that he was enjoying himself, as well. Once they reached our backs, we both agreed that they could remove our towels. The couple also removed theirs, and I could occasionally feel the man’s bare chest against my bare skin. As he worked his way down my lower back and to my buttocks, I felt the pressure in my bladder.

“Umm,” I started to say.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, the massage is great, but… I kind of have to pee?” The man laughed, and his partner laughed as well.

“Well, then, what would you like to do?” he asked. He continued to rub my lower back, and he was teasing the top of my buttocks.

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“We have facilities in the lobby, but you would need to get dressed,” he said.

“Oh, well…”

“Or you can just relieve yourself here,” the woman said. “It happens all the time.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes,” the man said. “But you do what you feel comfortable doing. I can let you up to get dressed, or you can get up and find a place in this room, and we can turn away if you need privacy.” I lifted my head and got my husband’s attention.

“I don’t want to move, this feels good,” I said to him. He looked at me and smiled.

“It’s okay, baby,” my husband said. “I want you to do whatever feels good to you.”

“I don’t think I could make it to the lobby anyway,” I said. This was definitely the truth because I could feel a wave of pressure building. “Just keep doing what you were doing,” I said.

“Yes ma’am,” the man said. He continued rubbing just above my buttocks, and the added pressure, my growing need to pee, and the excitement of what I was about to do made my pussy tingle. I knew I would be peeing soon, but I didn’t know if I could do it laying on my stomach like this.

“Can I roll over?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” he said. He stopped rubbing and I turned over. I laid on my back, and I could see that the redhead was rubbing my husband’s thighs and my husband was watching me. I bent my knees and spread my legs.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” I said. I sighed and just let go. Right away a warm stream of pee sprayed out of me and splashed against the massage table between my legs. “Ohhh, wow, that feels good,” I said. I watched the stream as it flowed out, making a mess on the table and dripping to the floor.

“That is so fucking hot,” my husband said.

“It is,” the man said. “Can I touch you while you go?” he asked. It took me a second to process his question, and I looked over at my husband who just nodded.

“Yes,” I said. My flow was becoming a dribble, but as soon as I said this the man reached over and touched the top of my labia just above my clit. He rubbed gently and then a little harder, making me gasping and squirt another splash of pee.

“Oh, shit, that feels good.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation as my pee flow came to an end. I heard movement next to me and opened my eyes to see that my husband had rolled over and was openly stroking his penis.

“Can I help you with that?” the redhead asked. I nodded to my husband.

“Yes,” he said. The redhead then took my husband’s penis in her hands. He gasped and closed his eyes as his penis twitched at her touch, then he opened them again. “Wait, I have to–.”

“It’s okay,” the redhead said. “Just relax.” My husband rolled over on his side to face me. I realized then that he wanted to watch while another man pleasured me, and I also realized I wanted to watch while another woman pleasured him. There was something else in his expression, though, like concentration. The redhead knelt in front of him and I gasped as a stream of piss flowed from my husband’s cock and all over the redhead’s breasts. She moaned and let my husband’s warm stream wash all over her chest and down her stomach.

“Oh my god,” I said. This was part in response to what I was seeing and because now I could feel the man’s tongue licking at my clitoris. I instinctively reached for his head and drew him closer, but I was still watching my husband soak the redhead with his pee. As soon as his flow ended, she leaned in and took his penis in her mouth. His eyes rolled back and he moaned again, and like me he grabbed her head. We looked at each other again as these two strangers gave us oral pleasure and we smiled.

“I want you… to enjoy this, baby,” my husband said between gasps.

“Me too,” I said. “Oh, god, that feels so good.”

“Do you want him?” my husband asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“I want to watch,” my husband said. The man stopped licking me, and he stood up and stared at me.

“You seemed a little envious a moment ago,” he said.

“What?” I asked. Then he grabbed his penis and seconds later he sprayed a warm jet of pee that splashed against my lower belly. I gasped as he aimed the stream down towards my slit. “Oh god, oh shit that feels fucking incredible.” I moaned and reached down to touch myself as his warm pee splashed between my legs. “Ohh, shit, babe, this feels so good.”

“It looks so hot,” my husband said. I turned to him and smiled again. He was rolling back onto his back as the redhead crawled onto the massage table with him.

“How do you want me?” she asked. At the same time, the man’s flow had stopped, and he stepped forward until I could feel the tip of his penis rub against my soaking wet labia.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Turn around,” my husband told the redhead. She turned to face away from him, and just as she grabbed his penis to ease him into her, I felt the man’s penis enter me, as well. The redhead and I moaned almost in unison as she rode my husband and I reveled in the feeling of this man’s cock slide in and out of me. “Oh, fuck this is great,” my husband said.

The man pulled me closer to the edge of the massage table and pushed my legs up until my knees were bent more and my feet were in the air as he thrust deeper into me. Then he reached under my buttocks and lifted my ass, which was something new. I cried out in surprise and sheer pleasure as he kept thrusting. Then I felt just the tip of his thumb as it probed my asshole. My husband and I weren’t strangers to anal sex, but this was the first time anyone else had been anywhere near by back door, so it was still a surprise.

“Let me know if you need me to stop,” he said. 

“Please don’t stop,” I said. He kept thrusting his cock into my vagina while still just gently probing and rubbing his thumb around my asshole. I gasped and then moaned as I had my first orgasm of the evening. I heard loud moaning next to me and turned to see the redhead closing her eyes as she seemed to have a small orgasm, as well. She climbed off of my husband and without hesitation he turned to watch me.

“Have you ever been with two men?” the man asked. He pulled out of me and took his thumb away.

“No,” I said.

“Go to your husband,” the man said. He helped me up from the massage table and guided me over to the other massage table. He and the redhead helped me up until I was straddling my husband.

“Hi,” he said, and he reached out and stroked my cheek.

“Hi,” I said.

“That’s it,” the man said. “Just enjoy being together. This is still a safe place, and you are still lovers. We are your guests.”

I moved up just enough to feel my husband’s penis right at my slit, and I rocked my hips a little bit, letting his cock rub against my clit. He groaned and grabbed my ass and lifted me until I moved my hips again and felt him enter me. I gasped and then sank down to my arms, feeling my breasts against his strong chest. I rode him like this for about fifteen seconds when I felt another set of hands touch my ass. I looked at my husband who just nodded.

“It’s okay, baby. Relax. I want this for you.” We kissed deeply, and I felt the man’s thumb probing around my asshole again, this time with the obvious cool, slippery feeling of some lube. A few seconds later I could feel what was obviously the tip of his penis. He slid it in just to the tip of the head and then back out. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as he repeated this. The next time, he was able to get his cock in further, and I shuddered a little and moaned. “You okay?” my husband asked. I nodded as I arched my back and slowly started to rock my hips. The intense pleasure of feeling both of them inside of me at the same time was almost too much to bear. I gasped and moaned as they both moved in and out of me.

The redhead climbed up onto the massage table, as well, and a tried to focus on what she was doing, but my brain was going to mush at the mix of pleasure and pain of two men penetrating me. I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy until I could feel someone near me. The redhead had climbed up and was now riding my husband’s face. But she was looking at me.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Ah… amazing,” I said. “Oh god, mmm, shit… oh, fuck.” Then to my surprise she leaned in and kissed me. In the heat of the moment I returned her kiss until our tongues were touching. I felt her bare breasts against mine. Then she kissed my neck. “Ohhh my god, you all… are… driving me… crazy…”

“Mmm, that’s the point,” she said. “Ohhh, your husband really knows… how to eat pussy…” I couldn’t answer her because I could feel that both my husband’s and the other man’s thrusts were getting more vigorous. I figured they were both getting close, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

I arched my back a little more and allowed them to thrust as hard as they needed to. “Shit, I’m gonna cum soon,” my husband said.

“Me too,” I said. Because of the pressure from the other man’s thrusts in my ass, I also felt like I might pee, as well. I thought about saying something, but instead I just relaxed and felt my orgasm building. “Oh shit. Oh my god! Oh! Oh, fuck! Ahhhhh!” When I cried out, the other man pulled out of me and the redhead climbed off the table. I lifted my hips as a stream of warm urine sprayed out of me. It felt wonderful like sweet comforting relief as it soaked me and my husband’s crotch. My husband, meanwhile, grabbed my hips and pulled me back down, and as soon as I came and pissed all over him he groaned and pulled me down onto him. I laid there for a moment, catching my breath. “Thank you,” I said. He kissed me again, and I suddenly realized that he had not come yet. “But what about you?” I asked.

“Well, climb back on,” he said, laughing. 

“No,” I said. “I want to watch you fuck her. It’s only fair.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I am,” I said. I looked over at the redhead, and she was smiling. I climbed off of my husband and he sat up as the redhead walked over to him. The man stood behind her as if walking her right to my husband, but then he turned her around so that she was walking backwards towards my husband. Then I realized their plan as she pinned my husband against the massage table with her ass. I watched as she reached back and stroked his penis until it hardened again and then lifted her rear end and guided his cock to the back of her slit. My husband groaned as she moved her hips and rode him like this, leaning down a few times to put her hands on her thighs and let him go deeper into her vagina. She also seemed to be putting her asshole on display, and it was clear that while my husband and I were fucking she had already lubed up her ass. My husband took the hint and rubbed his thumb around her anus. She moaned and rode him more sensuously.

I was getting really excited again, so I scooted around on the massage table behind my husband until my legs were on either side of him and started touching myself while kissing his back. I let a few more squirts of pee out that warmed the massage table and trickled around my crotch and to my husband’s buttocks.

Then the other man stepped closer to the redhead, and just as I had expected, she moved her hips until my husband’s penis slipped out of her. She reached back, though, and helped him guide his penis to her waiting ass. It didn’t take much for the tip of his penis to enter her, and she moaned in response. She leaned back into him, and I scooted closer until my pussy was right against my husband’s buttocks and my legs were touching her thighs.

The other man moved closer and kissed the redhead deeply and passionately, and as I continued to rub my clit I watched as he slid his penis into her slit and she cried out. “Oh my god, yes. Oh god, ohhhhhh, fuuuuck that feels so good.” My gaze switched from my husband groaning as he moved his dick in and out of the redhead’s ass and the other man as he thrust inland out of her vagina. She screamed out as both men started to thrust harder. “Oh shit, I’m coming. Huhhh, god, oh, oh, OHHHHHHhhhh.” She shuddered and bucked and just as my husband pulled out of her she sprayed a hot jet of piss all over the other man and the floor. The other man lifted her up and then set her down on the massage table right next to us.

My husband turned around and pulled me to the edge of the massage table. As the couple next to us continued to go at it, my husband entered me slowly and sensuously. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and he moved in and out of me. “Thank you,” he said, and he kissed me, his tongue probing mine. His thrusts increased and we both started gasping and panting. We heard the redhead cry out again and the other man groan, but we were lost in each other now as I started to cry out. 

“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” my husband said.

“It’s okay,” I said. He increased his thrusts, and as I built to my third orgasm of the night, I felt my husband’s penis pulse as he ejaculated inside of me.

When he finished, we held each other for a while before looking up at our guests. We thanked them and they directed us back to the showers. That experience transformed our marriage and our sex life. We have actually talked about returning and maybe trying one of the other couples.

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