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Story title : Valentine's Massage
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VALENTINE'S MASSAGE (M/F-WIFE, VOY)
By Snake (snake138@hotmail.com)
I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special
for Valentines Day. She certainly deserved it. Not
only is my little Natalie drop-dead gorgeous (in a
girl next door sort of way): 5'-2"; soft, long honey-
colored hair; blazing blue eyes; and killer smile,
but she is also a terrific lover for me and a great
mother for our two kids. At 30, Nat has worked hard
to keep the same firm figure she had when she was a
cheerleader in college.
She puts up with a lot. I'm very career-oriented
right now with my own startup business. Even though
I travel all the time and am gone at all hours,
Natalie never hassles or nags me. It's been an ideal
marriage and a case of mutual lust since the first
time we laid eyes on each other. We've always been
faithful to each other and I'm sure Nat has been
happy-especially in the bedroom where we both work
hard to keep each other satisfied.
So one day I'm playing golf with my buddy, Dave, and
I mention the Valentines present. Dave is a
successful businessman in his own right. He owns
quite a few businesses and some commercial real
estate ventures.
"I got the perfect thing," he said. "You should get
her a gift certificate for a massage at one of my
spas. Women go crazy for those things. They love to
be pampered and treated special for a day."
Then Dave cracked this wicked grin as he glanced at
me. "And some of these women get so hot they can't
stand it. The full body massage gets 'em so worked
up they either go off right there on the table or run
all the way home to jump the old man's bones!" he
laughed.
"How the hell do you know?" I smirked.
"Security cameras! They're installed in all the
massage rooms. I've got big color TVs in a back
room, and the massage areas are wired for sound.
Sometimes I sit back there to make sure, you know. .
.there aren't any problems with the therapists."
"Isn't that illegal?"
Dave just laughed. "I'm just protecting my ass-ets,
buddy! I roll video tape on the massages to make
sure that if anything goes too far and somebody
complains. . .I know what happened and can show it to
my attorney. But, so far. . .we've certainly had no
complaints," he chuckled.
I liked the idea of the massage for Natalie. She had
mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day
at one of those spas. But I didn't know what to
think about it making her hot and horny. Somehow I
doubted it would or could happen.
Natalie is no prude. She can get pretty wild when we
are behind closed doors, but she is also fairly
modest about everything else. My wife always
dresses pretty and smart-never sleazy or slutty.
She came from a strict, religious family; and
although she does have a wicked side. . .I was pretty
sure I was the only one who had ever seen it.
Still, I couldn't help think about what Dave had
said. And the more I thought about it. . .the more I
fixated on it. Hell, I have fantasies just like the
next guy. But this was the first time I ever thought
about my wife getting turned on without me throwing
the switch. Part of me felt guilty about even
thinking of such a thing. Another part of me was
convinced that Natalie would never let anything
happen.
But I couldn't help but get a growing thrill from the
idea of my little Nat getting seduced and stroked
into submission by some faceless stud. I walked
around with a major league hard-on for the rest of
the day.
That night I nearly attacked my poor wife when she
came to bed. I couldn't get the images of her
thrashing around on the massage table out of my head.
She seemed surprised at my aggressiveness, but
matched me stroke for stroke. It almost became an
athletic event as I tried to see how many times I
could make her come. After her third trembling
climax, I felt reassured that my hands were indeed as
magic as any massage guy's.
Finally, exhausted. . .we fell asleep tangled up
together. I had a big smile on my face I as held her
warm body against mine. Jealousy was no longer a
part of my new fantasy.
"What got into you last night?" Natalie grinned at me
over her coffee cup the next morning.
"I dunno. . .just getting geared up for Valentines
Day!" I said honestly.
"Well....if that's just a preview. . .I can hardly
wait for the main event!" she laughed.
I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply before
I headed out the door. "Gotta go! Got all kinds of
big plans to make." I winked at her as I left.
I finally tracked down Dave on his cell phone about
mid-morning. "Hey, remember that thing about the
massage gift certificate?"
"Yeah. . .she'll love you forever, man."
"No doubt. But I've got some questions."
"Go for it," he said.
"Well, for starters, what kind of guys do you have
doing these massages. I mean, do they really know
what they're doing? And. . .how far do they go?"
He laughed that evil laugh again. "Oh yeah. . .they
know what they're doing all right. They are all
licensed massage therapists. But some are better
than others-especially with women. . .if ya know what
I mean. I've got a couple working for me that look
like those guys on the covers of romance novels. .
.and they can send a lady to Mars!"
"As to how far they go. . .that's up to the client.
Sometimes they get shut down when they test the
waters and it ends there. Then its strictly a
professional massage. But if they get the green
light. . .watch out. . .anything goes!"
I shut my eyes tight as I started to get visions of
my wife on the table again. My cock was already
fighting for more room in my pants.
"OK. . .sounds good," I heard myself say. "But what
if I want to watch? Ya know, just to make sure
everything is cool?"
Dave busted up big time on the other end. "Man. .
.you just want to get your rocks off with her, don't
ya? I've seen it a million times. . .dudes love to
see if the wifey can get her buttons pushed by
someone else. "Don't worry. . .it's no problem.
Like I said, I've got the whole room wired. You'll
have a ringside seat, and she won't even know you're
there!"
Several days later Natalie sat opening her Valentines
presents. I'd sprung for the obligatory flowers,
some nice jewelry, some goodies from Victoria's
Secret, and some other pricey little trinkets I
thought she'd like. She seemed genuinely delighted
with all the stuff and gave me a big kiss after she
opened it.
My plan was to take her to dinner at our favorite
restaurant and give her the bonus gift-the massage
certificate. The meal and the mood was perfect. As
we sat sipping our champagne and gazing into each
others eyes, I slipped the envelope out of my jacket
and slid it over to her.
Nat's eyes lit up as she opened the card. She smiled
warmly and teared up a little as she read the flowery
words from the card maker, then my hand-written
message of devotion. She never looked more beautiful
as she blew me a kiss and mouthed the words. . ."I
love you."
Then she noticed the extra piece of paper attached to
the card. Surprised, she carefully read the
certificate giving her the unlimited full-day pass at
the spa. Suddenly she squealed with delight and
pulled me across the table shower me with kisses.
"How did you know?" she breathed into my ear. "I've
always wanted to do this! Oh, I can hardly wait!
When can I go?"
I laughed and held her tight. "You can go whenever
you want. Dave said he was going to make sure you
got the total VIP treatment. Why don't you see if
you can get your Mom to watch the kids and go early
next week?" This time it was me who got attacked
when we got home that night. I think Natalie really
liked her present.
The appointment was set for Tuesday. Nat made
arrangements for the kids. . .and I made sure I
cleared my schedule for the day so I could be in the
secret room at the spa.
Dave told me to get there ahead of my wife to avoid
any chance of running into her after she arrived, so
I left early that morning. Before I took off I gave
Nat a big kiss, making her promise to "really relax
and enjoy herself." I hoped she didn't notice that I
was already sporting a tent pole in my pants.
When I got to the spa, Dave showed me around. It was
pretty impressive. The spa offered all kinds of
fitness and health options. There were pools, steam
rooms, weight rooms, tanning beds, special herbal
wrap areas, mud baths, and almost anything else you
could think of to pamper a body.
Finally we made our way to the massage area. There
were four or five private rooms-all with the same
subdued, pleasant color schemes. There was a large
table in the middle of each room covered with sheets.
Each table had a hole near the head where the client
placed their face during the massage. A table nearby
held all kinds of oils and liquids. The rooms were
clean and comfortable. I was beginning to think I
might enjoy a massage myself.
Employees were just starting to check in to work when
I noticed a big young stud in his mid-twenties come
in dressed all in white.. Dave told the truth. .
.this guy looked like a coverboy straight of a
romance novel. Long, perfect hair, tan complexion,
square jaw, piercing eyes and dazzling smile. . .the
guy was built. There was no doubt he was a
bodybuilder. Every move he made caused his T-shirt
to ripple and flex.
Dave noticed him and smiled. "Ah...here's your guy.
Come on over. . .I want you to meet the man who's
going to be working on Nat."
He got bigger as he got closer. Dave patted him on
his massive shoulder and gestured toward me. "Vince,
I want you to meet the husband of one of our VIPs
today. You're going to be her massage therapist
later. I told Mike here that you are the best and
will give his wife the ultimate treatment."
Vince took my hand in his huge paw and smiled warmly.
"Great to meet you, Mike. I'm really looking forward
to working with your wife. I hear she's amazing!"
Yep,.that was a good word for her. . .amazing.
Suddenly I was not so sure about my resolve to not
let any jealousy be a part of this. . . uh, what. .
.experiment?
Vince must have noticed the shadow cross my face.
"Yo, Mike. . .don't worry," he said. "You will
probably enjoy this as much as she will. Relax. . .I
'll take very good care of her. I won't do anything
she doesn't want to."
I smiled weakly back at him. "It's cool, Vince. I
just want her to really have a good experience here.
. .what happens along the way is up to her."
Vince laughed and clapped me on the back, "That's
what we're here for. . .we aim to please our
customers!"
"We better get going," Dave interrupted. "She's
going to be here any minute."
He led me back to a door marked 'Private - Employees
Only'. After unlocking the door, Dave led me inside.
The room was not really what I expected. There was a
big desk or table set against a wall with five 27-
inch color TVs aligned neatly together. In front of
the monitors were mounted several small, expensive
looking speakers. A box with a row of knobs and
several lighted switches sat on the table in front of
two big leather executive chairs. The room had no
windows, but there was some soft track lighting with
dimmer switches that could be adjusted. The only
other noticeable objects were several Hi-Fi VCR's
stacked together in a rack with little green and red
lights softly glowing. It looked like something out
of a spy movie.
Dave settled into one of the chairs and directed me
to the other. He flipped a few switches and the TV
monitors came to life. I now had an amazing view of
the massage rooms. The clarity of the signal was
impressive and the cameras were mounted in the
perfect position to see everything in the rooms.
Soon one of the spa workers came into to one of the
rooms to light some candles. "Let's check the
sound," Dave said." He turned up a volume knob and
through the speakers in front of the TV I could
clearly hear the attendant rustling around. Then she
turned on a small CD player in the room and we heard
some pleasant new age music. "All the better to
massage you by," I thought to myself.
Dave turned to me and said, "We may have to wait a
while. Nat's probably going to take advantage of
some of the other areas of the spa before she gets
her massage. Wait here. I'll go check on her
progress and let you know when things are about to
get started."
While I was waiting, several customers came into the
rooms for their massages. I had a bird's-eye-view of
some fairly plump, middle-aged housewives getting
patted and rubbed with all kinds of techniques-mostly
by female therapists. Although I got a couple of
falshes ot tit and ass, nothing very exciting
happened. There was some chit-chat and some pretty
contented sighs from the women clients that I could
hear perfectly, but that was about it. No wandering
hands or sexual innuendo. . .just professional
rubdowns with all the vital areas covered by the
sheet for the most part.
The sessions lasted about an hour, and the women all
seemed very relaxed and refreshed when it was over.
I was beginning to think Dave had overhyped this
thing when the door opened and he came in.
"She's just finishing up with the mud bath. She
should be here in a few minutes after her shower."
My stomach suddenly was doing flip-flops. I hadn't
expected to get so keyed up so soon, but my mouth was
dry and my cock was already stirring when I saw Vince
walk into one of the rooms and start to make
preparations.
He seemed very casual and self-confident, and I
couldn't help but think again what a stud this guy
was. Suddenly he turned and looked right at us
through the camera and gave a big thumbs-up sign. I
jumped when he said loudly, "Showtime!"
Vince left the room and only moments later Natalie
came in and closed the door. My breath caught in my
throat. She was every man's wet dream. Dressed in a
big terrycloth robe, her hair was done up with a clip
and her skin seemed to be glowing. She had that
flushed look of someone who just got out of the
shower, and even on the TV she looked unbelievable.
I watched as she glided over to the table and undid
the tie on her robe. She slid it off her shoulders
and Dave and I stared at the screen as she slowly
revealed her magnificent body: World Class breasts-
not too big, but just right for her small frame-
topped with small pink nipples that already looked
like they were at attention.
As she dropped the robe and pulled back the top sheet
on the table, we both admired her firm features. I
noticed that she had trimmed the downy triangle of
honey-colored hair between her legs. She gracefully
pulled herself up on the table and laid on her
stomach. . .then reached back and pulled the sheet
back over almost to her neck. She was modestly
covered, but the sheet left little to the
imagination-molding itself to every curve and valley
including the twin globes of her perfect ass.
"Damn. . ." I heard Dave mutter beside me. I
couldn't have agreed more.
My wife shifted around and settled on the table,
placing her face in the opening and resting her arms
and hands up above her head. I heard her give one of
those contented sighs, then there was a light tapping
at the door. Natalie raised her head slightly and
said, "All set....come in!"
Vince came into the room and quietly closed and
locked the door. He walked over to the CD player and
turned down the volume of the lazy music a little,
then walked over to the table and gently placed a
giant hand on Nat's sheet-covered back. She looked
like a little girl compared to his size.
"Hi, my name is Vince, and I'll be your massage
therapist today. How are we treating you so far,
Natalie?"
"Heavenly. . ." I heard Nat's voice, somewhat
muffled between her arms. "I could really get used
to this!"
Vince chuckled pleasantly as he moved over to the
table with the oils. "Hey, the best is yet to come."
There was a full-length mirror on one wall of the
room. While Vince had his back turned to my wife, I
saw her raise her head slightly and quite obviously
look him over in the reflection. Her eyes widened
noticeably, and I detected a slight smile play across
her pretty lips as she rested her head back down.
I'm pretty sure Vince knew very well that he was
being checked out too. When he turned around he had
a big grin on his chiseled face while he rubbed some
warm oil on his palms. For the first time I also
noticed the sizeable bulge in the front of Vince's
white shorts.
"So is there anything special that you want me to
work on today. . .any areas that have been bothering
you?"
Natalie sighed again and said, "Nope. . .I've never
really had a massage before. You're the expert. .
.I'll leave it in your hands." Then she giggled at
her own bad pun.
"OK. . .you just relax and leave everything to the
expert," Vince laughed as folded the sheet down to
expose her lovely back. . .keeping her ass modestly
covered. He moved to the side of the table and began
applying firm strokes with both hands up and down the
full length of her back. Occasionally he would vary
the length or the pressure, then he would use his
fingers to works specific areas that felt tense.
This went on for quite a while. Vince worked her
entire upper torso including her neck, shoulders, and
arms. Nothing much was said between them and I was
beginning to think Nat had gone to sleep. The only
thing that really kept me on the edge of my seat was
a couple of times when I noticed Vince's fingers
stray to the sides of her breasts mashed underneath
her. But she made no movement to protest or stop
him, so everything was cool.
After some time, Vince pulled the sheet back up to
her neck and moved back around to the side of the
table. Reaching down to her feet, he slowly pulled
the sheet up and folded it just below her buttocks.
I was not surprised to see that Nat held her legs
closely together. As she stirred a little and
shifted on the table, I wondered what was going
through her mind as this handsome stranger worked on
her. Just an inch or so more, and the guy would have
pretty good view.
Vince poured some more oil on his hands and then
started to work on her feet-one of Nat's most
sensitive areas. She loves a good foot massage and
there have been many times when we have started there
and moved to episodes of heated passion.
As he worked her tiny feet, Nat made the first sound
I had heard in a while. It was a mix between a soft
coo and a moan. She raised her head again and
whispered softly, "Oh, you certainly are good at
this.. ."
Vince smiled and I could see that he was slowly
moving her legs apart as he worked her feet. By the
time he started to move his strokes up to her calves,
her legs were almost at the edge of the table. But
he was still working mostly from the side, and I
didn't think he could see much under the dark shadow
of the sheet from his angle.
Gradually he moved his way up her legs, kneading and
stroking every inch-past her delicate inner-knees, up
to the backs of her thighs. His large hands almost
went around her entire leg as he worked the oil into
her skin. As he moved upward, his hands began to
brush against the sheet-moving it up little by little
with each contact. Soon we could start to see the
soft curves of her ass come into view.
Now he was just grazing the hint of plump, rounded
flesh visible beneath the cover. His strong
movements caused her hips to move up and down beneath
his grip. As he worked the tops of her inner thighs,
his hands would move together in between her legs,
and I was sure that he was only inches away from
heaven. He stopped there, however, and moved around
to the foot of the table. Using long strokes with
both hands, he started at her feet and pushed up the
back of both legs until his hands came to rest just
below her ass. Every stroke caused the sheet to ride
up a little more, and I knew from where he was
standing now he had a perfect view between her legs.
. .and it was obvious that he was taking full
advantage of his position.
There was no doubt Natalie was enjoying the sensation
too. She was clearly awake now and almost regularly
she would sigh and breath deeply between her arms. I
thought I noticed her hips start to move slightly on
their own.
Vince moved around to the side again, and, without a
word, folded the sheet over in the middle of her back
exposing one entire side of her body. With some
fresh oil, he started to work directly on her
uncovered buttock, moving his hands in circular
motions over the entire soft surface. There was
hardly room for both of his hugee hands and his slick
fingers started to probe down between her cheeks and
legs.
Suddenly I heard Natalie gasp as contact was made in
her nether region.. "Umm...are you sure that's part
of the service?" she whispered.
"I'm just getting to the deep tissue areas," Vince
answered softly. "Are you uncomfortable?"
"No, maybe just a little embarrassed," she breathed
back. "Nobody but my husband has touched me down
there in a very long time."
"Don't worry. . .," Vince chuckled. "I'm a
professional.
It's all part of my job. . ."
"I'll bet it is. . .," Natalie murmured, as she
rested her head back down. She seemed to relax
again, and Vince moved around to the other side and
repeated the process-folding the sheet over and
exposing the other cheek.
Hearing no further protests, Vince started to move
his "professional" fingers deeper between her legs
with each pass. This time there was no doubt about
it. Her hips began a slow grind up and down as one
of his hands moved up to stroke her back again while
the other stayed busy on her bottom-gliding around
and then dipping down. . .deeper and deeper each
time.
Natalie's breathing began to get heavier with each
passing moment when Vince's arm movement changed, she
began to moan and gasp. Before his arm had been
moving up and down, now it was moving slightly in and
out. The sheet was still covering his hand from our
view, but it was almost certain that he was now
fingering her. Her skin was getting a soft sheen as
she continued to rock back and forth on the table.
Her hands began to clench and unclench the table
above her head. As he increased his tempo and
stroked in and out she would raise her head at times
and take ragged breaths, as her eyes started to glaze
over.
I almost came in my pants right there. Glancing over
at Dave, I could see that he was in a trance too.
Here was this beautiful, petite woman-my wife-
writhing and panting lustily on a table while a hunky
bodybuilder gave her obvious pleasure. I was sure
she was nearing orgasm, but before she could get
there, Vince slowed down his movements and brought
her down from the peak. As he pulled his hand into
view it was slick and wet with her juices.
"Why... why are you stopping?" she almost
whimpered.
"We've still got plenty of time, " he said, grinning
broadly. "Besides, I need to do your front. .." We
all tried to catch our breath as Vince rearranged the
sheet over her. Then he held it up like a curtain in
front of him and told her to turn over.
As she changed sides, Dave and I could see how
flushed with excitement she was. Nat was clearly in
a state of arousal. Her pink nipples were hard and
erect and her bouncing breasts heaved as she laid
back down. Vince placed the sheet over her, then
folded it down to the top of her chest-raising her
arms so they lay beside her head.
"I don't know how much more of this I can stand," Nat
said, as Vince went to get some fresh oil. Again she
looked him up and down while he had his back to her.
When he turned around, her eyes darted immediately to
the big bulge in his shorts. Blushing, she quickly
looked away and focused her eyes on the ceiling.
Vince moved to the head of the table and started to
massage her neck and shoulders. With her arms raised
above her head, he had complete access to her upper
body. He gently worked around her ears and soft
throat, then held up each arm and worked the length
to her hands. Again I was amazed at how tiny she
seemed next to him.
She had calmed down quite a bit by this time and her
breathing was almost normal, but Vince was ready to
start her motor again. Without warning, he peeled
the sheet down to her waist, revealing her lovely
breasts in all their glory. The perfect conical
shape was flattened against her a little bit in this
position, but the nipples stood up proud and tall.
He started at her collarbone with flat palms and
started making circles that progressed down her
chest. It didn't take long for his hands to make
contact with her breasts, but he danced around them-
never directly touching or even grazing her erect
nipples.
Taking his time, Vince moved all around her well-
oiled breasts without giving her the direct contact
she was probably dying for by now. Her breathing
began to get heavier again and she started to make
soft noises in the back of her throat. Natalie loves
to have her breasts fondled, and I could see her
start to arch her back as she strained meet his
touch.
Finally he gave in to her. He moved to the side of
the table, and with his palms flat he placed his
hands on her stomach and moved them both up and over
her breasts-dragging right across the nipples. Then
he moved back down and took both hard little nubbins
between his fingers and began to roll them back and
forth.
It was like an electric shock. Natalie's arms jerked
down and her hands covered his.
"Uhhhhhnnggg!!!!!!!" she moaned, with her eyes closed
tightly. The look on her pretty face was pure
pleasure. "Yesssss.....like that!!!!!" she hissed,
as her hands guided his over her quivering pink
flesh.
Her hips started to rise off the table again as she
raised her knees and planted her feet on the table.
I don't think I'd ever seen her so overcome. Her
arms were still flailing-one hand fell down to the
sheet and started to slide underneath between her
wide-spread legs. The other hand instinctively
reached out and clutched Vince's white T-shirt. As
he continued to stroke and tease her nipples, her
hand unconsciously slid down his shirt to the
waistband of his shorts. Before she could reach down
any further, however, Vince sidestepped her grasp and
moved his hips out of the way. "Uh, uh....no fair
touching the hired help. . .yet!!!!!" he snickered at
her. I don't think she heard him or even realized
what he was talking about. She was too lost in the
sensations he was giving her.
With the thrashing about the sheet had all but fallen
clear of her body. Vince started move his hands
lower again, gliding over her stomach. When he
reached the sheet he simply whisked it off onto the
floor. There was my pretty, little conservative
wife-stark naked, trembling and writhing under this
strange man. I couldn't take it anymore. Dave read
my mind and said, "Don't worry, Mike. . .it's just
the two of us. Do what ya gotta do. . .I got plenty
of tissues in here."
Gratefully I reached down to unzip my slacks and
release the intense pressure. . .I'd never been
harder. My cock finally sprang free and I wasted no
time in working it. I didn't want to cum yet, so I
tried to keep it slow. Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw Dave releasing his own monster, but another
loud female moan from the speakers snapped our
attention back to the screen.
Vince had moved down to stand at the foot of the
table between Natalie's raised knees and wide-spread
legs. He was still making circular motions with his
palms as he worked his way lower on her abdomen. His
hands were starting to graze the softness of her trim
little bush. She was humping her hips up to meet his
movements as he moved ever lower.
Sliding his hands down to her inner-thighs, Vince
massaged the outside of her pussy lips with his
thumbs. . .still not coming into direct contact.
Each movement pulled the slick lips apart and gave as
all a view of her moist opening. Natalie was almost
babbling at this point, but when Vince finally slid
the side of his hand directly down the full length of
her vagina, she began to pant like a wounded animal.
"Uhhhhh!!!!......Oh, God!!!!!! Oh,. . .oh,
please!!!!!!!!
She bucked up and down as one finger hit home. .
.then another. Soon he was pistoning his large
digits in and out of her honey pot at increasing
speed. When one thumb moved up and suddenly raked
across her neglected clit, my wife immediately began
to shake and shudder. I knew very well the signs her
orgasm. She shook her head from side to side, hair
spilling out everywhere as the clip came undone and
flew across the room.
"Yeeeeesssss!!!!! Oh, yeah......right there, that's
it!!!!!!" she wailed beneath his solid, unrelenting
movements.
Her hands flew to her breasts and she began to tweak
and pull on her own nipples. Her mouth was wide open
as she gasped to pull air into her burning lungs.
Finally he gave her the release she needed. Suddenly
he placed both hands on her thighs and spread them
wide apart as he leaned down and swiped his long
tongue directly over her clit. He kept his mouth
there. . .lapping and swirling his tongue over her
burning pussy.
That's all it took. Her eyes rolled back in her head
and she almost appeared to stop breathing. Wave after
wave of pleasure shook through her body as she thrust
her mound against Vince's lapping tongue and clawed
at the sheets under her.
"Ohhh......ohhh......AhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!!. . . .I'm
CUMMMMMIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!" She wailed in tempo with
the thrust of her hips. Then she held herself rigid
as the fireworks exploded in her head.
"Oh....Shit!" I heard Dave bellow next to me. I
looked over just as a huge load erupted from his cock
all over his hand and arm. I was close to shooting
too, but I had a death grip on the base of my rod to
keep from going off. "Damn. . .that's about the
hottest thing I ever saw," Dave groaned as he slumped
in his chair.
I looked back at the TV in time to see Vince raise up
and effortlessly strip off his T-shirt. His face was
covered with shiny juice. Every muscle rippled as he
hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slowly started to
pull them over his slim hips. Soon the waistband
revealed the large, purple, angry-looking head of his
truly impressive tool. Inch after inch of the shaft
that was easily as big around as my wrist came into
view. He kept up the strip tease. . .agonizingly
slow, as his nine-inch pipe sprang free. When his
shorts finally cleared his huge balls, he pushed the
pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of
them.
Natalie lay panting spreadeagle on the table like she
had been shot. Her rotating hips were still making
small, involuntary movements and her nostrils flared
in time with her ragged breathing. Before she could
totally come back to earth, Vince reached down and
pulled her ass to the edge of the table like she was
a rag doll. He raised her knees up and pushed her
soft thighs wide. Reaching down, he took his huge
meat in his fist and started to rub the giant helmet-
like head back and forth against her sopping wet
opening.
Somewhere among the cobwebs in her head, Natalie
realized what Vince was doing. She raised her head
and her eyes fluttered open. "No. . .please, I can't
do this. . .I'm married!" she moaned.
"That makes two of us, princess." Vince broke into
that dazzling smile again as he gazed down at her.
"Just relax and enjoy. I'm a professional. .
.remember?
She looked closely at his handsome face for the
first time.
"Please. . .," she whispered, "we shouldn't being
doing this. . ."
"But that's what I'm here for, princess. . .to please
you. It's all part of the service. Now just lay
back and get ready for some serious therapy!" Vince
reached one hand down and braced it on the table by
her waist as he started to push his big cock meat
into my wife.
Although Natalie's guilt reflex was starting to say
no, her body had other ideas. Still reeling from her
explosive climax moments earlier, her small hips
betrayed her again and started to react to the
intense stimulus at her entrance. As she closed her
eyes and laid her head back, her hand instinctively
reached down to touch the goliath at her gate.
Suddenly her tiny hand came into contact with the
torpedo poised to enter her. When she tried to wrap
her fingers around its massive girth, her eyes
snapped open wide. She raised herself up on her
elbows and looked down at what must have looked like
a telephone pole to her.
"Please. . ." she breathed again. Then she said what
I was thinking: "It's too big. . .you'll tear me
apart!"
"Nonsense. .." Vince laughed. "I'll go way slow and
be very gentle. Remember our motto. . .Satisfaction
guaranteed! And I guarantee you're going to be
satisfied with this!"
Natalie looked nervous now, but she was still
obviously turned on. I knew she had never even
dreamed of taking on a cock this size. Her chest
heaved as she watched him find her opening and push
just the tip inside. He pushed in just a little
farther . . .just fractions of an inch at a time, but
slowly his big pipe began to disappear. Nat closed
her eyes tight again and tried to relax her muscles,
but I could clearly see how white her knuckles were
as she gripped the sheet beneath her.
Vince was true to his word. He took things very
slowly and let her get used to every movement before
he went any further. He shifted his weight a bit,
and little by little he started to make progress.
After he got about three-inches inside, he stopped
and asked if she was all right. She nodded-still
with her eyes squeezed tight. She was starting to
breath heavily again, and he surprised her by leaning
down and taking one her rigid nipples in his mouth.
Natalie immediately let out a loud moan and wrapped
her hand in his mass of hair, holding his head firmly
to her quivering breast.
Vince worked both nipples with his lips and tongue
for a few minutes. Then as she started to become
more comfortable, he raised back up and hooked his
arms underneath her legs-raising her knees almost to
his shoulders and pulling her thighs wide apart..
This not only aligned her pelvis in a position for
better penetration, but it also gave Dave and me a
good view of the tip of his cock buried in her moist
hole.
Natalie's moaned again as Vince slowly pulled his
hips back a bit, revealing for a brief moment the
portion of his meat that had been inside of her. We
just had time to see that it was slick with her
juices before he flicked his buttocks forward and
gently pushed back inside. Nat gave soft little
grunts as he began to rock back and forth-each time
pushing a little more of his big pole inside.
What an amazing sight-watching a total stranger
fucking my beautiful wife. I tried to remember how I
got here. A couple of weeks ago this had been the
furthest thing from my mind. Now I had a myriad of
emotions going through my head as I watched the
wildly erotic display. Part of me wondered if my
wife would ever be satisfied in my bed again. But I
realized our marriage and our love for each other was
solid and would always survive.. No, what I felt
more than anything was raw excitement. It was like
watching a play or a movie-except I imagined my wife
and myself as part of the cast of players. I had
allowed this to happen, and I almost could feel her
intense pleasure while I watched them move together.
Vince had established a rhythm now with long, smooth
strokes. He was beginning to breath heavier too and
his tanned body was gleaming with sweat. I watched
his rock hard ass cheeks flex back and forth, then
shifted my gaze back to his shiny cock as it slid
almost completely in and out-appearing and
disappearing inside her with each thrust.
"Ahhhh.....Ahhhh......Ahhhh......Ahhhhh.....,"
Natalie began a steady chant in time with his even
strokes. She laid her head back on the table, but
her tiny hands clutched and grabbed at his massive
biceps on his arms-still holding up her legs. She
began bucking her hips back to meet his thrusts and I
saw she had taken him all. Now his huge balls began
to make a soft slapping sound against her ass with
each downstroke.
"You've got it all, princess. . .how does it feel?"
Vince grunted as he began to steadily pick up the
pace.
Nat could barely answer through gritted teeth,
"Uhhnn...ohh,.... my gawd!!!...It feels sss,
sssooo....ssoooo, goood!!!!!!!!
I...I've....nn...nnevver......f,
fff...felt...so....fulll!!!" The mics and speaker
system were very good. I could hear every sound in
the room including the wet squishing noise her tight
little pussy was making as he ground into her.
Then Vince seemed to shift into a different gear. He
raised her small ankles and feet up and placed them
on his broad shoulders, then he planted both of his
hands of the table on each side of her. Once he had
repositioned her, he pulled his cock almost all the
way out and held it poised at her opening for a
second. . . teasing her. "Ready. . .?" he
whispered.
"Oh yes.....put it back inside!. Fuck me, Vince. .
..please!!!!! she begged, as we all held our
breath.
He suddenly slammed back into her and she cried out
in pleasure. Then Vince began to pound into my wife
like a jackhammer. The solid table rocked and
groaned beneath them and Natalie's breasts jiggled
back and forth as she neared another orgasm. Vince
knew she was close again and he began to change his
movements-rotating and grinding his hips sometimes. .
.then just pounding into her with unbelievable speed
and stamina on the next series of thrusts. Their
bodies slapped together with loud smacks that got
louder and sharper.
Natalie rarely cums during straight fucking, but as
Vince's ass turned into a blur, Nat let out a keening
cry that I'm sure could be heard throughout the
building. Vince began to gasp and grunt too, and I
realized he was close as well. "Oh, God.....I'm
gonna CUMMM!!!!!!" I heard him shout, as she
shuddered, yelped, and clawed beneath him.
This is what I had been waiting for, and I felt the
white hot liquid that had been building up inside of
me begin to race through my shaft in my pumping fist.
Just as I exploded, I watched Vince yell out and yank
his cock from my wife's pussy, still bucking with
spasms from her own orgasm. As soon as his cockhead
cleared her opening a thick rope of semen jetted out
in an arc across her body. Most of it landed just
above her head, but some splashed across her face and
neck. Another spurt followed-landing mostly on her
heaving breasts and stomach.
Vince continued to slowly jack his cock in his hand
whle Natalie became the masseuse-reaching up and
massaging his milky white liquid into her skin with
one hand. Her other hand reached down and joined his
to gently stroke his red, swollen meat.
While I reached for some tissues to clean up my mess,
Vince leaned down and tenderly kissed Natalie for the
first time. I could see their tongues battling
intensely in their mouths as she passionately thanked
him for what he had done.
I had almost forgot about Dave. He began to stir
next to me and I could see he was also doing some
clean up from incredible display we had just
witnessed. "I'm giving you the original. . .but do
you mind if I make a copy of this tape?" he asked
with a weary grin, as he pushed some buttons on the
VCR.
"No problem, " I said. "It's the least I could do.
That was truly amazing!"
I looked back at the screen and saw Vince start to
pull his clothes back on. Natalie was spent. She
still was laying on the table lazily stroking her
stomach-a contented smile played on her lips. She
watched with half-open eyes while Vince got dressed.
When he was done, he went back to the table and
stroked her cheek softly with his fingers.
"That concludes the treatment for today," he grinned.
"How do you feel?"
"Oh, my!" was all she could whisper. "I feel like a
new woman. . ."
"Well, like I said. . .it's all part of my job.
Satisfaction guaranteed!" He bent down and gave
her another small kiss on her flushed cheek, then
said, "Take your time, princess. . .you can get up
and shower whenever you want." Then he quietly left
the room.
Dave began turning off the equipment in the room.
"Well...that was fun!" he chuckled. "I told you. .
.they sure like the full body massage!" I thanked
him sincerely and snuck out the back door of the
building.
When I got home that evening, Nat was relaxing on the
couch in a stunning little sundress. She looked
fresh and pretty, more beautiful to me than I could
ever remember. She jumped to her feet when she saw
me and showered me with hugs and kisses.
When she slowed down a bit I laughed and held her at
arms length. "So. . .how was your day at the spa? I
tried to act casual.
"Oh, honey Thank you so much! I can't tell you how
wonderful that was. I never imagined it could be
like that. . ." Then she got a strange little twinkle
in her eye as she gazed at me.
"I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"
"Huh...?" I stammered. "Wh...what are you talking
about?"
"Oh, you think you're so clever...don't you?" she
giggled.
"I recognized your car the second I pulled into the
parking lot!! And.....I don't know. . .for some
reason I just knew you were watching."
I started to make some lame excuse, but she just
covered my mouth with her tiny hand and said,
"shhhhhh....silly baby. "You're not upset about what
I did are you?"
"Upset? It was the most erotic experience I've ever
had," I said truthfully.
"Good! she smiled. "Because I made another
appointment for us next week. Happy Valentine's
Day, darling!!!!"
******THE END*******
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