I received a late night DM as she lay awake thinking of her last massage. Her ultra-sensitive body still tingling from the attention, her mind racing with the desire for professional boundaries to be crossed and her full body explored without restriction. What might be different if she didn’t feel a need to hold back a moan of enjoyment or hide her wetness and arousal? Tonight, hours after her last massage, she started fantasizing about touch being allowed to wander, discovering and encouraging her building arousal and its full expression. She started to wonder about the new sensitivities waiting to be discovered, the feeling of anticipation as her body was explored for hours, and the intensity of orgasms that might ripple through her once the built-up anticipation was fulfilled.
The fantasy continued to reenter her mind during hookups that felt too short, only shallow explorations of her pleasure. We chatted a bit about the favorite parts of her hookups I learned key ingredients to her desire: connection, closeness, and someone tuned-in to her arousal. I knew it would be a lot of fun to reintroduce her to her body, discovering new heights of arousal together. We made plans to meet up on a weekday afternoon, just a few days after her last massage.
About a day before the massage I received another message: would it be OK if she brought someone along to watch? She had a cuck-like relationship with a guy who would hear about her sexual encounters after the fact but this would be his first time in the room experiencing her arousal. She would feel more safe and relaxed if he was there, and my loft apartment happened to have the perfect viewing area one level above. I said yes.
The day of the massage arrived and she was so excited she decided to come over a little earlier than expected. We chatted for a bit, her skin-tight top revealing the curves of her breasts and body I was eager to explore. Her cuck had taken a last-minute meeting and was running late. I suggested we wait, not wanting to start and stop the experience when it was time to let him in and get him settled. We talked about her many pilates classes revealing new areas of tension in her body she didn’t know existed. The boundaries of her potential cuck experience for the day: was he listening, watching. participating? The experience of someone else watching me give multiple orgasms was new but something I was open to; my main concern was her ability to relax and receive the experience she wanted without distraction.
Eventually he arrived and was quickly escorted to his seating area. I had set up a chair just out of sight of the massage table but where he could hear everything that was happening. He repositioned to the best view of the table, which she allowed.
She got undressed, revealing the body I had been curious to glimpse for the past half hour. Soft white skin, a few freckles of potential sensitivity, and full, perky breasts that would be a lot of fun to explore. She lay down on my table, finally ready to receive the experience. I could hear a few movements from upstairs as he adjusted himself and enjoyed the view.
I slowly massaged her shoulders and upper back, releasing built-up tension. My fingertips softly fanned over her neck, up her head, and around her ears as I discovered how she liked to be touched for pleasure. Her breathing deepened as she allowed her mind to relax and tune into desire.
Long strokes traveled down her arms, finding her many strands of pilates tension across her forearm. I explored the many traces of her palms, knowing she enjoyed connection, and feeling her fingertips curl to grasp me as I explored how she liked to be touched.
My long arms stretched over the length of her back, over her hips, onto her glutes, and back up her obliques. I wanted her mind to be aware of the changes in her body as tension faded away and desire and anticipation took over. Fingers fanned out over the sides of her breasts pressed against the table, exploring their sensitivity with limited access. Long strokes leading to the tension of her lower back but almost slipping into the typically off-limits area of her glutes until they became the focus.
I enjoyed hearing her gasp the first time my hands gripped her glutes. Kneading, exploring their many layers, and then softly exploring for her own pleasure. A soft moan escaped her lips. I heard the jingle of a belt buckle upstairs. I glimpsed her wetness for the first time, thick strands dangling from her outer labia to her thigh, waxed to reveal the sources of pleasure I hoped to soon explore.
I shifted my attention to her feet and slowly worked my way up her body now awakened to desire. Long strokes over her hamstrings started to drift towards her inner thighs, fanned out fingers intruding into typically off-limits territory. My touch softened, exploring her anticipation and desire with my gradual encroachment towards her wetness. Slow, drawn out touch exploring her sensitivity as her body starts to writhe with pleasure. A knuckle touches her wetness for the first time, grazing her labia. A fingertip explores its length, then shifts to part her labia without entering. The moans of anticipation grow louder. A fingertip enters, then retreats. Eventually a finger slips inside of her and a loud moan escapes her lips as her initial anticipation has been realized and her full pleasure is no longer off limits.
Her body jolts to life in new ways as a finger or two explores inside her. Her hands gripping the table, slightly rotated towards her body as she’s unsure where to touch. I move a hand closer to her, allowing her to touch and grip me as her body responds to each stroke inside of her. She grips my hand and wrist tight as the first orgasm explodes through her and her body jolts with aftershocks. My other hand starts to softly run over her body, exploring her new sensitivity. Her body continues to shake as new jolts of pleasure are revealed. Eventually we take a break as I ask if she’d like to flip over.
Her breasts finally revealed, I start to explore their sensitivity. Cupped, fingers running over their sensitive skin, a nipple circled and pressed as it begins to firm. I take each nipple in my mouth, feeling it grow harder under suction and the flick of my tongue. Many angles explored, rhythms introduced, and sensitivity emerges.
I massage her legs, slowly making my way up towards her now plump pussy. There’s still new anticipation as I drift to her inner thigh and explore its sensitivity. A finger again slips inside of her, now with new sensitivities to be explored. Her hands start to wander, no longer gripping the table. Resting below her breast, enjoying the heightened sensitivity, and eventually drifting to her clit. Her other hand grips my hand and wrist as I brace myself on the table, fingers deep inside her. We find a good rhythm and an even more powerful orgasm ripples through her.
The post orgasm aftershocks and sensitivity provide for fun playtime while her mind wonders if she’s reached the height of her pleasure, if additional orgasms are even possible. I enjoy breast play, lightly running fingers over her skin while her face shows a look of disbelief over what just happened. I cup her breast, bend over, and lightly take her nipple into my mouth. My other hand wanders her body, touching her inner thigh, discovering new sensitive spots. I tease slipping a finger inside her again, still discovering if she’s reached the heights of her arousal. She’s soaked and I slip in easily. My mouth on her nipple, flicking in sync with the two fingers inside of her. Slow, building intensity, then backing off a bit.
I lift my head for a better look at her swollen wetness. Exploring the sensitivity around her clit, pulling back to reveal even more, before diving into her wetness. My fingers deep inside her, curled, pressing towards her clit as my tongue explores its many sensitivities. My other hand slips behind her back, bracing her body in new ways. She clings to the side of the massage table, bracing herself to enjoy the ride. Another orgasm soon ripples through her body.
She’s cradled and comforted as ripples of pleasure bounce around her body and her mind starts to process the new heights of pleasure she has just experienced. She’s concerned she kept her cuck too long, there might be a two-hour limit on a parking meter to consider, and its probably time to wrap up. I look upstairs and catch a glimpse of jeans unbuckled and a cock exposed as he had watched us.
She and I said her goodbyes and he exited with her. She later told me he had begged her to finish him off on their drive back to her place.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v0gdxf/mf_a_sensual_massage_while_her_cuck_watched