I’m going to need to massage your breasts…

“Honestly, if your pecs are sore, we should massage them. You’ll be so tight if we don’t.”

“You mean, like…. my chest?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I dunno….”

“I’m very professional, I promise. But the muscles are behind your breasts. There’s only one way to help. Massaging in your armpits helps, but it’s not going to alleviate the pain.”

We looked at each other for a moment, and then I nodded. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

“I’m just going to remove the sheet….”

Sandi pulled the sheet down, exposing my naked breasts. My nipples got hard as soon as they were exposed to the cold air.

“I’ll work on one at a time,” she said. Sandi stood behind me and started at the top of my left boob. She kneaded her thumbs downward, rubbing the tension out of my muscles. She inched closer and closer to my nipple.

“Just bring your arms up over your head,” she told me. I did as I was told. The table was partially tilted so I was somewhere between reclining and laying down flat.

With her fingers, she traced the contours of my body- straight down my arms, in at my armpits, and then out with the curves of my boobs. It actually felt really good, I have to admit.

Then she came in front and cupped my boobs. She pressed her thumbs in, rubbing my skin. I had never felt so exposed. I was just laying there, topless, with my arms over my head. She separated all her fingers, her hands spread out on my tits. She pushed them up towards my head, and then squeezed. It felt amazing. She relaxed and let my boobs fall back to their natural position. Then she did it again. And again. I arched my back a little, and she smiled.

“Feeling better yet?”

“Um… yeah, I actually am!” I said. “This feels really good.” Besides helping my tense muscles… it was a little bit… tingly. A little stimulating.

“Good,” she said. “I want you to feel good. The purpose of massage is to give your muscles a release. Your body has so much tension… you really need a release.” She turned her attentions to my left breast, and started moving it in circles. I swear she looked my body over admiringly.

I couldn’t help getting wet. I was just laying there, with my arms above my head, having my tits massaged. I felt amazing.

“I have some more time before my next client, should we make it a full-body massage?” Sandi asked.

“Sure!” I said, a little too quickly.

“Excellent. Let me just get some more oil from my husband; this bottle’s running out.”

“Oh, sure,”

“KEVIN??!” she yelled.

Her husband walked in. “Yes?”

Immediately I tried to pull my arms back down. Sandi held them firmly above my head. “Could you please get us some more oil?”

“No problem,” he responded, turning and walking back out.

“Don’t worry, he’s used to this,” Sandi reassured me.

I couldn’t believe it. I was just totally exposed to this man. And Sandi had held my arms up, like it was no big deal. But it WAS a big deal! I felt so naked and exposed and embarrassed and… also aroused. It was exhilarating.

I didn’t know what to do or say, so I just laid there as she massaged my abdomen. My nipples could cut glass. I could feel her breath on my boobs. Was she… was she getting off on this? Was she doing it on purpose? Didn’t it bother her that her husband, who could probably have any woman he wanted, had just seen another woman topless?

Just then, her husband walked back in with a new bottle of lotion. “Here you go,” he said.

I stayed frozen on the table. “Oh, just so you know,” he was saying, “Your brother called this morning. He wants you to call him back.”

“Great!” she said.

My heart was beating a mile a minute.

Her husband pulled a chair out from the desk. “Oh, and your friend Kim called, as well. Apparently she’s very stressed from work, and she wanted to book a massage.”

This was insane. I finally covered my chest with my hands. But he was still getting an eyeful. He was right at my feet, the perfect angle to see everything.

“Thanks for taking the message!” Sandi said. “Ok, Jenn, try and relax. You’re all tense. Lemme work on your legs. Bend your knees…”

I did as she asked. “Now just let them fall open.” I paused for a moment. I guess… I mean, my legs would still be still covered by the blanket. I did as she asked. It was such a vulnerable position.

She came down to the bottom of the table, and folded the blanket up to about midway up my quads. It was a little higher than I expected, but I was busy thinking about her husband’s continued presence. She straightened my legs but kept them parted, angled away from each other. She started doing long strokes up my thighs.

“Sandi’s so good at this,” her husband said, turning to me. “I had no idea how much tension and stress we carry in our bodies until she taught me.”

He tilted his head, watching her hand as it slid up underneath the blanket. “I call her Queen Midas. She really does have that golden touch!”

I should probably have asked him to leave. But it was thrilling having him see my boobs covered only by my folded arms like this. Plus I was pretty sure he could see bits of my lady parts from the view up the blanket.

He was handsome. And my stomach was full of butterflies.

Sandi rubbed her hand up to my inner thigh. She went so high that she lightly grazed my labia. It could have been an accident. Was it an accident?

At this point her husband had dropped all pretense of giving her a message. He was just leaning back, watching us.

Sandi pushed her palms up my leg again. She rubbed her fingers in the valley between my thigh and my outer labia. My toes curled. I couldn’t help it.

“This is a much neglected area of the body,” Sandi was saying. As women, we rarely give it the attention it deserves. Once a week, I make a point to take a bath in epsom salts and give this area a deep massage. Sometimes I’ll have Kevin help me with his strong fingers. We don’t even have sex, just a deep, sensual massaging of genitals.”

She pulled on each labia, pulling till her oily hands slipped off and my lips would snap back up. Then she’d lightly tickle them, sending tingles down my back. My stomach dropped in that achy, sexual way it did whenever I was aroused.

She repeated the same movements a few times. I hugged my arms in closer, which squeezed my boobs together. Kevin was watching this, subconsciously nodding his head.

I realized in that moment, if she wanted to go further, I wasn’t going to stop her.

Sandi eventually came up by my stomach and reached down the sheet. She massaged my mound with that hand, but with her other hand she folded the sheet up on one side, exposing my hip and the whole left side of my body to the room.

I was now covered solely by my own hands, and a rectangle of blanket that was over my privates and one hip. The entire side of my body- the small of my back, the curve of my butt, my leg, my foot- they were all visible under Kevin’s gaze.

I should have cared more. But… my whole body felt amazing. It was electric. It was freeing. And it didn’t feel that strange to have her touching me this way. In fact, it seemed only natural when she slid her fingers inward, stroking my privates. My breath caught in my chest and came out jagged. Sandi smiled.

She padded her fingertips around, exploring my folds. She traced her finger around the rim of my vagina. It felt so good. I let a moan escape.

She walked to the other side of the table, and tossed the blanket onto the floor. There it was, then. My bare cherry being stimulated in front of her husband. My face turned red as heat rushed to my cheeks. My heart was racing.

I felt overwhelmed; I needed an outlet. Without even thinking, I ran my hand through my hair and balled it all up. Suddenly I realized that I had inadvertently freed my right boob, exposed now to his viewing pleasure.

Oh, screw it. He could see everything. I submitted to his gaze, dropping both arms. My nipples were standing on point. I didn’t even care because my body was being so expertly stimulated in Sandi’s skilled hands. She touched my clit now, massaging it in circles with one hand and lightly tickling around with the other.

I arched my back. Kevin discretely slid his hand down his shorts. Good.

I was shaking as Sandi stopped for a split second to pinch my nipples before fondling my pussy some more. I grasped the edge of the massage table, holding it tight.

Kevin stood up and came over to me. His cock was obviously perpendicular to his body. He stood above my head and started touching my tits.

My body spasmed with electric jolts. Sandi slid her fingers inside of me. I cried out. My naked boobs felt so warm being squeezed by Kevin’s slightly calloused hands.

I was their putty. I was bucking my hips as Sandi fingered me inside. Everything felt so incredible, so overwhelming. I was losing control over my composure- moaning and groaning with every stroke. I was losing control over my body.

Sandi pulled her hand out, and took Kevin’s hand. I watched with wide eyes as she brought it to my crotch. She put his hand on my clitoris and I lost it.

A powerful orgasm rocked through my body. The muscles in my vagina burst into frenzied contractions, fueled by my pleasure. I cried out, moving my head up and down and clutching the fitted sheet.

Kevin and Sandi continued touching me, sharing a pleased look at each other as I climaxed on their table.

______________

The orgasm subsided, but they hadn’t gotten their fill yet. Sandi stepped over to their bookshelf and picked up an old Polaroid camera. I had barely come back to regular consciousness after that orgasm when she held it up and pushed the shutter button.

The camera flashed, capturing forever my naked body draped over their massage table.

Kevin untethered the corners of the fitted sheet. He yanked it down, sliding my body towards him. He was unbuckling his belt.

I was still dizzy when I realized what was happening. He freed his cock from its restrictive shorts. It came bouncing up. Good heavens, it was perfect. Pink and straight and veiny and…

It was touching me now. The head was lined up at my vagina.

Suddenly he was pushing inside me. I cried out again, my vagina clamping down on him after that orgasm. He thrust his pelvis forward until he’d penetrated me fully. When it felt like he was all the way in, he suddenly jerked forward, sending a jolt of lightning through us both. Right then the camera flashed again.

He started having sex with me in earnest. Rough, raunchy… *good* sex. A little lock of his hair fell in front of his forehead as he shoved into me over and over.

Every time Kevin plunged in, my boobs would bounce and jiggle around. Sandi stood overhead and took a shot of that, too. I looked straight into the camera for that one.

Finally she climbed down and stood next to Kevin. She watched his cock disappear in my pussy repeatedly.

She reached down and pulled my lips open and up, revealing my clit. “Watch it,” she whispered to her husband. “Watch it while you screw her.”

He looked down at watched me, while Sandi held me open. She started flicking my clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

I couldn’t help it; I started crying. It was all so overwhelming. I hadn’t expected any of it. I had just come for my weekly massage! And now here I was, being displayed for her husband while he f—d me. And I was loving it.

My body submitted completely to his desires. His unrestrained, forceful, amazing, erotic desires.

I could tell he was getting close.

“Yes… yes…. yesss!” he began intoning, his head rolling back. His dick was twitching.

Sandi kept my clit unhooded with one hand, and pulled the camera up with the other. She positioned it right in front of my pussy and there was a flash.

That exposure pushed me over the edge. I started cumming again, gasping and writhing with pleasure.

That was all Kevin needed. His face contorted as he exploded inside of me. It was as though his whole body worked together to make a point, and that point was his dick. His muscles flexed in waves towards it and pleasure radiated through it.

Pleasure flooded my own body as he erupted inside me. I felt the warmth of his ejaculate pouring into me. I felt his strong hands on my hips, anchoring himself with them.

The orgasm finally subsided. I was dizzy with over-stimulation and dopamine and oxytocin and the scent of our fluids as he pulled out. They spilled out onto the floor.

I don’t know how Sandi could stand such a thing- her husband cumming in another woman.

I don’t know how Sandi could stand such a thing- her husband’s cum mixed with some other woman’s arousal fluid.

But she seemed to be deriving pleasure from it, literally presenting me for his viewing pleasure. And she had obviously orchestrated it with him. And she was documenting my sore pussy right now with her archaic polaroid.

What would they do with these pictures? Tape them up on their bathroom mirror? Put them in an album with all the other unwitting massage clients he’d bedded? Show them to their friends?

One thing was for sure, they’d be getting off on them later.

Would they see my tits every time they brushed their teeth? Or my unhooded clit every time they took a bath?

The idea sent a shiver down my spine. I sat up, gathering my wits about me.

Immediately I was pushed back down on my back.

“Relax, dear,” said Sandi in her sugary-sweet massage therapist voice again. “I’ll get you cleaned up. All part of the service.” She pulled out a hot towel and used long strokes to tidy me up.

“Remember to put some ice on this area when you get home, to reduce any swelling from the massage today. And, as always, drink plenty of fluids!”

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