Two seemingly unrelated
circumstances led to a rather erotic and satisfying experience for my wife,
Julie and me. First, Julie was having issues with muscular pain in both her legs,
but perhaps more particularly in her left upper thigh. Second, for a long time
I’ve desired to watch her fuck another man.
So, what’s the
connection? Massage! She needed a massage to ease the muscle tension in her legs
and she needed a strong, well-endowed masseur to take her down the road to
erotic pleasure; hers and mine.
Oh, sure, one day as we
were making love, I told her about my desire to watch her face as someone
else’s big, hard cock plunged into her slick pussy. She called me a pervert.
Yet, I think it opened something in her mind; something that would not manifest
itself for a few years. Here’s how it happened.
As our twentieth wedding
anniversary approached, I had decided to get her a massage as a gift. My plan
was to make the appointment for the actual date of our anniversary. I had no
idea how much research would go into finding the spa that met my desires. It’s
a good thing I started two months before the big day. I spent hours each week
talking to spa managers on the phone or, in a few cases, in person. Mostly, I
was told, “No. We absolutely do NOT do that! Even if the client wanted an
erotic massage with or without a ‘Happy Ending.’ The civil liability, or even
criminal liability, if an unknowing wife or girlfriend felt violated could be
prohibitive. We could lose our license and be completely shut down.” The words
might change slightly from manager to manager, but the answer was basically the
same. It was just too dangerous, from a legal perspective, for a masseur to
engage in sexual activity with a client.
I was tenacious, however,
and after three weeks of searching found the right combination of daring, yet
careful, consideration from a spa owner. His name is Darin and he is a tall,
muscular man with long, jet black hair and that typical scruffy beard many
women seem to find rather attractive. Not only was he the owner of Spa Sensations, but he was a masseur as
well.
The initial conversation
was over the phone, and he listened quietly while I explained the situation,
like I had so many times over the last three weeks. I had the script memorized.
“Look,” I said, “my wife has been having major issues with muscle aches in her thighs.
I think a good massage would help her out immensely.”
“Yes, I think it would.”
He replied.
“There’s more.” I said
before he could go on with details of the services he offered. “This is kind of
out of left field, but I would also like the masseur to start slowly and
attempt to increase the erotic nature of the massage. He should attempt to
seduce my wife as much as possible, up to and including sexual intercourse if
he can get her to go that far. I know there could be serious liability issues,
but I’m very confident that I can keep my wife from pressing charges or suing
in the event she feels threatened or uncomfortable. However, I must be honest.
I’ve talked to a number of spas and I cannot give an absolute guarantee, so
there is an element of risk.”
There were a few seconds
of silence as Darin contemplated what I had said. “First of all, your request
is not out of left field. I’ve had that request many times, and I’m not averse
to participating, but there are some considerations. First of all, I would be
the masseur. I do not trust any of my staff to this kind of arrangement and
would fire them on the spot if they attempted such a thing. Secondly, I would
need to see your wife. I will only risk my business for women I find especially
attractive and desirable. Meeting her in person would be optimal, but if you
have several different photos, sexy photos preferred, I may tentatively agree
without meeting her prior to the spa session, but I reserve the right to refuse
sexual advances if I determine at any time during the session that there is a
liability risk. Also, I may gently push boundaries with your wife, but if she
hesitates for any reason, I will back down and respect her limits. Is that understood?”
“I understand.”
“One more thing. I want
you to be there and observe.”
I couldn’t believe my
ears. He anticipated my next question. I was going to ask if there were any way
I could watch the whole thing, but instead of instantaneously agreeing, I
blurted out, “Why?”
“Because I also don’t
want the risk of a jealous husband having regrets after the deed is done.
That’s when liability soars and stupid, often violent, actions occur. If you’re
there, you can step in and put a stop to the activity at any time. It’s no
matter to me. I don’t have any problem with lack of sex. If it doesn’t work
out, it’s no skin off my back.”
“Actually,” I confessed,
“I want to watch. I was going to ask you if I could.”
“That’s good.” He said.
“I would recommend that you come into the spa for a visit. You may bring your
wife if you wish, so she can see that it is a legitimate spa. You and I
definitely need to meet separately, so you can see the special facility I have
for this type of event, so to speak. Oh, and if your wife doesn’t come
personally for a visit, I would need to see photos before agreeing to this
extra arrangement.”
“I’m sure she’ll want to
verify the facility and staff before she agrees.” I replied. We then proceeded
to set the date for the visit and, two days later, the massage itself.
The initial meeting went
well. Darin was enamored with my wife, as I knew he would be. Julie has a
fantastic body. She has cushioning in all the right places, an incredibly
pretty face, small perky tits, and a nicely rounded ass. While Darin showed my
wife around the spa, one of his staff took me off to show me a special room
next to the massage room where I could watch through a two-way mirror. The room
was necessarily dark and sported a nice theater-like lounge chair.
Upon returning to the
lobby, I waited for my wife, who approached me with a big hug and said, “This
place is great. I’m so looking forward to this massage.” Behind her, Darin
simply gave a thumbs-up.
Two days later, I dropped
Julie off at the front door of Spa Sensations. “Have a wonderful massage.” I
said as I leaned over from the driver’s side to give her a quick kiss. “I hope
you feel fully rejuvenated when it’s all over. Text me when you’re done, and
I’ll come pick you up.”
“Thank you for this,” she
replied. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too,
sweetheart,” I said, as she shut the car door. Then I drove the car around to a
parking lot in the rear of the strip mall and knocked softly on the rear door.
I was led straight away
to the little observation room and had no sooner made myself comfortable in the
theater recliner, than Julie walked in the door to the massage room with Darin
right behind her. It appeared he was giving her instructions, but the observation
room was not wired for sound so I couldn’t hear what was said. Darin then left
the room and Julie began to undress down to her matching set of burgundy bra
and panties. They were more functional than sexy, but on her they increased her
body’s ravishing beauty. She then grabbed a large towel and then lay down on
the massage table on her back, positioning the towel to cover her from her
boobs to about mid-thigh.
I won’t bore you with all
the petty details of the massage. It was about 20 minutes into it when I saw
her twitch for the first time. She was on front, her bra straps unclasped and
dangling down her upper arm, and Darin was massaging her hamstrings. His hand
must have touched her pussy. About three seconds later she twitched again, then
again, and a fourth time. Then, as he was working particularly intensely on her
upper thigh, she raised her ass about two inches and held it there. She raised
her head up and I could see she was biting the corner of her lower lip and had
her eyes closed. The look on her face indicated a pleasurable feeling.
Darin then worked down
her leg for a few seconds then back up to her snatch. Again, Julie twitched and
raised her ass to meet his hand. He said something to her, and she responded by
swinging her legs around into a sitting position on the side of the table,
letting the bra fall away in the process and removing her panties. As she let
them fall to the floor, I could see the crotch was soaking wet. As she returned
to her face down position on the table, Darin returned to working her upper,
upper thighs while Julie wiggled and raised her ass as necessary to allow him
access to her pussy. Within minutes the pretense of massaging her upper legs
was gone and it became a pure tantric pussy massage.
It was then that my
vantage point offered me a view of an event that I never thought I would see.
My wife lifted her left hand and brushed Darin’s cock, which was rock hard and
straining in the front of his pants. It was not accidental. There was purpose
to the act. At first, she used the back of her hand to measure the length of
his big dick, then turned her hand awkwardly to measure its girth. Satisfied
with what her sense of touch revealed, she turned up on her right side and
began to untie the front of his pants. She loosened the strings, pulled the
waistband down to his knees, and unleashed his manhood. At the same time, I
unleashed my own hardened manhood.
As Julie gently took his
cock in her left hand, I could see them exchange words. With a smile on her face,
Julie licked from the base of his shaft to the top of his dick, then wrapped
her pretty lips around the tip. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock
stiffened even more. I can’t tell you how big Darin’s penis was (I’m no expert
and measuring length by eyeballing something), but it appeared a bit bigger
than mine.
I began to very, very
slowly stroke my cock (I didn’t want to cum too quickly) while I watched Darin
finger fuck Julie as her head was bobbing up and down on his big dick. This
continued for a few minutes when Darin said something into her ear and she
responded by laying down on her back, lifting and spreading her knees in the
process; her feet flat on the table. There was a definite look of lust in her
eyes and she gripped the sides of the massage table as Darin climbed up on the
table and positioned his cockhead at her vagina. He was NOT wearing a condom. I
could feel the cum blast mounting so I stopped rubbing my penis.
I must say that the most
erotic thing I have ever witnessed, was the moment I saw Darin’s cockhead
slowly part Julie’s pussy lips and disappear inside of her. Cum blasted out of
my penis and I wasn’t even touching it. I stared in complete disbelief as my
conservative wife, who told me that she would never fuck another man and called
me a pervert for wanting to see her do it, placed her hands on Darin’s hips and
pulled him deep into her. Her lips formed a perfect “O” and her eyes were
closed. It was a look of pure ecstasy and she arched her back as the pleasure
wave passed through her entire body. Darin began to slowly piston his penis in
and out of her sopping vagina. Julie looked him in the eyes with an intensity
that I see quite often as we make love, but this is the first time I’ve seen it
with anyone but me. My dick got hard again.
Julie continued to stare
into his face with her mouth gaping slightly and her breathing heavy. Darin
continued to slow fuck her for at least ten minutes, pulling his dick out until
only the tip was inserted, then sliding all the way in until his pubic hairs
mingled with hers. He leaned down and sucked on her left nipple for a few
seconds, then transferred his attention to the right nipple. Back and forth,
sometimes sucking the nipple into his mouth; sometimes flicking it with his
tongue. Those nipples were more erect than I had seen in years. My dick was not
only hard again, but throbbing.
Darin pulled all the way
out, got down, and stood beside the table. He said something to her as he
motioned toward the side of the massage table. Julie nodded and got down from
the table. She stood facing the mirror, spread her legs a little more than
shoulder width apart and leaned over the table, resting her upper body on her
forearms. Darin then began attempting to enter her from behind. He was
struggling a bit, so Julie reached down between her legs with her left hand
(the hand that bears the engagement and wedding rings I gave to her) and helped
Darin find his way. Precum was leaking out of my cock and running down the
sides.
This time it was not a
slow fuck but rapid banging. Julie’s tits rippled with each of Darin’s thrusts.
Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was open as she gasped for breath.
She continued to rest her torso weight on her forearms, but now her hands
grasped the edge of the table with white knuckled intensity. I gripped my cock
with my left hand and slowly masturbated with a full fisted motion.
Julie looked back over
her shoulder and said something that brought Darin to a halt. He pulled out.
She stood up. He climbed on the table and lay on his back. Julie climbed up and
straddle his cock. She was facing him as she reached down with her left hand
and inserted his cock into her pussy again. Her face majestically displayed the
lust in her heart and the pleasure pulsing through her body as she settled
herself on the length of his shaft. Her lily-white ass, with amazingly sharp
tan lines from her one-piece bathing suit, began bouncing up and down on his
cock. So now my lovely wife was no longer being fucked by another man, she was
fucking another man. I could feel my second orgasm building so I stopped
masturbating.
Darin was pushing up and
down as Julie bounced up and down. They were in perfect unison. Suddenly
Darin’s whole body stiffened. He stopped moving. Julie stopped bouncing and
threw her head back. It looked as though she were screaming in orgasm, but I
couldn’t hear here through the mirror. She collapsed on his body, breathing heavily.
My penis erupted for the second time, knowing that my wife just received
another man’s cum in her pussy.
After a few minutes,
Julie regained her composure and slowly sat upright. Her left hand suddenly
went up and covered her mouth. She convulsed once to stifle a cry, rapidly
lifted herself off Darin’s now flaccid cock, ran over to her pile of clothes,
dressed herself as quickly as she could, and darted from the room.
I quickly put my cock
back in my pants and zipped up as I made for the exit. Hurriedly, I went out
the back door to my car and began driving around haphazardly while I waited for
Julie’s text. It seemed an interminably long time before I received the “come
get me” note, but I neglected to note the time she left the massage room, so I
don’t know how long it was before she composed herself enough to text me.
When I pulled up to the
front of the spa, she was smiling when she got in the car, but it looked a bit
forced. “How was it?” I asked. “How do your legs feel now?”
“Good,” was her
monosyllabic reply.
“That’s it! Just ‘Good?’”
“Yeah. Nothing
particularly special. My leg hurts a bit less and I’m really tired right
now. Let’s go home.”
We drove in silence the
rest of the way home. Of course, I couldn’t get the image of my lovely bride
with her lips wrapped around another man’s cock; her body moving in response to
each thrust as he fucked her from behind; then her ass moving rhythmically as
she fucked him. I let that sink in. SHE
FUCKED HIM! My dick was rock solid again.
When we arrived home,
Julie silently got out of the car and walked into the house. I followed closely
behind and observed something a little “off” about her gait. I can’t describe
it exactly, but she was walking differently. I’m positive it was a mixture of
soreness from the pounding her pussy just took and the squishy cum that was
being caught in her panties.
Up the stairs we climbed.
Across the landing we walked. She stumbled slightly as we entered the master
bedroom. “I just want to take a quick shower,” she said.
“What for?” I asked, “Why
not just lie down for a few minutes? You seem exhausted and I wouldn’t want you
to slip and fall in the shower.”
I’m sure she wanted to
clean the evidence from her body. I, however, wanted to force the discovery, as
if I hadn’t witnessed the entire event. I could see by the absent look on her
face, the mental juggling going on behind it. There are no doors between the
master bedroom and the master bath. Any matted pubic hair or cum stains on her
underwear would be readily apparent. If she undressed to climb into the bed,
the underwear cum stains would be equally problematic. “Maybe I’ll just lie
down for a little while on top of the bed,” she finally said as she kicked off
her shoes, “Why don’t you go downstairs and watch TV or something for a while.”
“Oh no, honey. I wouldn’t
think of leaving you alone right now. Something’s wrong. Why won’t you tell me?
What happened in the spa? Did that guy try to take advantage of you!?” My
volume was rising with each question as I feigned jealous indignation. “Did he
touch you inappropriately!? I’ve heard of groping, fondling, and worse from
masseurs at nationally franchised establishments! I’m going back over there
right now and I’m calling the police!”
“No, don’t!” She cried as
she reached out and grabbed my arm to prevent me from storming out of the room
and the house in a jealous rage. “Please don’t Jim.”
“Why?” I asked as I
turned to her and saw tears well up in her pleading eyes. I reached out for her
and placed my hands gently on either side of her face, using my thumbs to wipe
the tears that streamed down her cheeks. “Did he touch you inappropriately?” I
asked in a low but firm voice.
“No,” she replied in a
soft, gentle voice as she reached up and removed my hands from her face. She
looked down at the floor as she added, “Well…I guess…technically he did.” Then
she burst into a fit of sobbing and crumpled into my arms with her face against
my chest.
I wrapped my arms around
her and let the waves of guilty anguish wash over her. When the crying
eventually subsided, I said gently, “Just tell me what happened, and we’ll deal
with it from there.”
“This could be the end of
our marriage,” she said as she looked up at me. “I’m afraid of what this means
for us and ashamed of myself for letting it happen.”
I slowly guided her over
to the bed and we sat down on the edge together. “Look,” I said, “we are
married for better or worse, sickness and health, richer or poorer, etcetera.
I’m not going to leave you or break up our marriage. Just tell me what
happened.”
“You may change your
mind.”
“Tell me.”
“Well,” she began, “he
gave me a really good full body massage before he began concentrating on my
upper thighs, where I’ve been having so much problem with the muscle aches.”
“Were you fully nude?” I
interjected.
“No,” she replied, “I had
my bra and panties on. I was a bit self-conscious at first, but he was very
methodical and professional, so I eventually relaxed and let him work. It was
as he was working my upper thighs, though, that he brushed his pinky against
my…my vagina. I figured it was just an accidental brush. Then it happened
again…and again. I still thought it was just natural since he was working on
those muscles up so close. It kept happening, and I began to feel sensations of
pleasure. Before I knew it, I began arching my pelvis up to meet his hand.” My
cock began to stiffen at this revelation.
“I couldn’t believe I was
doing it,” she continued, “but it felt so good. To be honest, as I pondered it
on the way home, I think I was enjoying the taboo nature of what he was doing
and how I was responding. Anyway, he whispered in my ear that it would be less
restrictive if I removed my underwear.” She looked down again in shame as she
said, “and so I did.”
“You were completely nude
in front of another man,” I said. It came out as a statement, not a question.
“I think I’ve heard just about everything,” I said rather sarcastically.
“Oh no you haven’t,” she
replied, looking me in the eyes with a most serious expression. “He next made a
charade of massaging my legs, but very quickly it became a vaginal massage. He
even inserted two of his fingers in me.” Tears welled up again in her eyes.
“Did he bring you to an
orgasm?”
She nodded sheepishly,
“yes. Then…and I don’t know what got
into me…I reached out and put the back of my hand against his penis. It was so
stiff and felt really big.”
“Bigger than me?”
Again, she wouldn’t look
me in the eye, and she burst into tears again, “yes.” When her crying subsided,
she looked back up at me and said, “I don’t mean anything when I say that.
Penis size doesn’t matter. Not really. Not when you know what to do to pleasure
a woman. I love you so much and you KNOW how to please me.” More crying.
My own penis was
straining at the constraints of my clothes. I was surprised she hadn’t noticed
the bulge. “So, what did you do?” I asked.
“I played with his penis
through his pants,” she admitted as she sniffled, and more tears spilled onto
her cheeks.
“You desired to see it?”
“Yes.”
“You desired to have sex
with him.” This was a statement, not a question.
“Yes,” she said in a
voice so low I could barely hear her.
“Did you have sex with
him?”
Again, she burst out
crying and sobbing as she said, “Yeeeesssss!” She collapsed onto my lap and
buried her head in her hands as she wept. I just rubbed her back as she cried.
When the sobs finally stopped and she began to sniffle, I think it finally
registered in her mind what she was literally feeling under her hands on my
lap. “Are you hard?” She looked up at me. I just smiled at her. “Is this turning
you on?”
“I told you a couple of
years ago how I wanted to see you have sex with another man, remember?” I
replied.
“Yeah, but I thought it
was just fantasy. I never thought you would want me to really go through with
it.”
“We’re getting a bit off
track. We can return to this discussion after you finish telling me what
happened at the spa. So…what happened after you started rubbing his dick?”
“You really want to hear
all the details?” She asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Well, it’s all a bit fuzzy.
I was just so caught up in the feeling that before I really knew it, he was up
on the table between my legs and positioning his penis at the entrance to my
vagina. Somewhere in my head a voice was telling me to stop him, but I felt
frozen by the pleasure of it all. Next thing I knew he thrust forward, and I
just went into another world. Nothing else mattered except the intense pleasure
I was feeling. It’s like I had no control over my actions anymore. Then he was
moving in me, slowly, enjoying his own pleasure. I don’t know how long he went
on before he suggested a new position and we ended up with me leaning over the
massage table and him entering me from behind. This time he moved quick and
hard. I didn’t think the pleasure could get any better, but the waves just
overwhelmed me…and I orgasmed.” The tears welled up again. “He whispered in my
ear that we should try one more position before he finished, so he lay on his
back on the massage table and I got on top of him. I was lost in lust. It’s the
only reason I straddled that man and actually guided his penis into me.” Again,
she started crying. My dick raged even more.
“So, up to that point he
had been fucking you, but after you put his dick in your pussy while you rode
him ‘cowgirl,’ you started fucking him. Correct?”
She was sitting upright
next to me with her hands in her lap. Through her tears she struggled to say,
“yes” in a shaky, soft voice.
“Was he wearing a
condom?” I asked.
Covering her face with
her hands and shaking her head violently, more sobs erupted as she struggled to
say, “no.”
“So, he came inside you.”
This time she nodded as
she struggled to say, “yes.”
“Let me see.”
All motion and tears
ceased. She lowered her hands and slowly turned to look into my eyes. “Are you serious?
You want to look at my vagina covered with another man’s semen?” She asked,
incredulously.
“Absolutely. Except that
I would put it slightly differently. I want to see another man’s cum dripping
from your sopping, wet pussy after he fucked you and you fucked him.” I said as
I stood up and began undressing. When I pulled my pants and underwear down, my
engorged cock sprang out, all wet and gooey from precum.
Julie just stared at me
with wide eyes for a couple of seconds before she stood up and pulled her pants
and panties down in one fell swoop. As she stepped out of her clothes, I could
see her panties were stained with his cum and her juices.
“Lay back on the bed.” I
said. Her pubic hairs were heavily matted, and her pussy lips were open. As she
lay back, I could see that her pussy hole gaped, glistening with cum…hers and
his.
As she lay on the bed,
with her legs hanging over the side, she covered her face with her hands and
began crying yet again. “You’re disgusted with me, aren’t you? You’re going to
leave me or kick me out. I deserve it.
It was so wrong of me. I’m so, so sorry!” She wept as she spoke, the words
coming out in gasps.
I simply stepped up to
the bed, placed my raging cock at the entrance to her slick pussy and pushed it
all the way in. “No,” I said. “In fact, I’m reclaiming you. I’m sliding my dick
into your cum filled pussy and making hard love to you. I love you so much!”
Her hands flew away from
her face. She sucked in a huge breath and she arched her back as I began
pumping her hard. Her pussy was so slick and gaped open so much that I could
barely feel her. Even so, the whole erotic scene playing in my mind…of her
fucking another man, of seeing his seed mingled with her juice, and the sight
of her body responding to my pounding…caused me to erupt inside her within a
few minutes. She, too, threw her head back and moaned loudly through her own
orgasm.
We then collapsed in a
heap on the bed. “I can’t believe we just did that.” She said. “I can’t
describe how I feel. I’m relieved. I’m a bit confused, I think. This just seems
so out of the norm. I gave in to my lust and desire. Now it seems you are
giving me permission to continue doing so.”
After gathering my
breath, I said. “You are still mine. You will always be mine. Sexual pleasure
can be derived in many ways and I have no problem at all with you getting it
from other men, as long as you always tell me or let me participate. I prefer
the latter, but sometimes circumstance will arise that make that impossible. I
don’t wish to ever deprive you of sexual pleasure. In fact, I encourage it. I
want you to enjoy sex with whomever you want, whenever you want. At the same
time, I always want the opportunity for reclamation. You can fuck others, but
only make love to me. Are you okay with that?”
Julie rolled over on top
of me and kissed me hard on the mouth. “I will always be honest with you and
will never love another man, ever. I can never thank you enough for this day.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world.”
From that day on, our sexual
world changed. I have many more adventures to remit, so watch for them.