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Archive name: simple.txt (MM, MF, mast, exh) 
Authors name: Chip Clark (royalstuarts@netscape.net)
Story title : A Simple Massage

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A Simple Massage (MM, MF, mast, exh) 
by Chip Clark (royalstuarts@netscape.net)

***

A couple visits some friends and while there, they get 
in the habit of going nude around the backyard pool area 
with just their hosts. But one day some other friends 
show up, including a teenage girl and things get really 
interesting.

***

My wife and I were down in San Diego visiting some 
friends. They have a pool and it's clothing optional. So 
on hot days we'd sit around chatting for an hour or so, 
then pop out back, shed our clothes and cool off in the 
pool. After a bit we'd be cool enough to climb out and 
relax some more. This is pretty much what happens when 
we visit.

On this particular visit, it was getting to be sunset 
and the sky was filled with a host of colors when a 
mother and daughter showed up at the house to take a 
swim. This house tends to be a gathering place for a 
number of people.

We were back in the pool. I was just about to get out 
when they stepped out the back door and dropped their 
clothing. I'm not normally a letch (or at least I try to 
hide it when I can) but for some reason their appearance 
surprised me, caught me off guard. I stared at the 
daughter (yes she was a young thing with a great 
figure). The daughter waltzed passed me and hopped in 
the pool. My head turned as she went passed. The mother, 
also rather attractive, walked up to me and said, "She's 
cute, isn't she?"

I responded with, "Yeah, but I'm a sucker for red hair."

"Yes," she replied, "I can see it has an effect on you." 
At that point I noticed my normally flaccid self had 
sprung to life. I wasn't fully erect, but obviously on 
the way.

About this time my wife walks out of the pool, notices 
my "state" and says, "Watch where you point that thing, 
mister." I was mortified. I quickly toweled off, put on 
my shorts (which was all I was wearing that day) and 
went inside. Soon, I was back on course and thinking of 
things much safer!

The mother and daughter stayed for a while, getting in 
and out of the pool but made sure not to look. Some time 
after dinner, as we were all sitting on the back porch 
naked alternating between sitting and swimming, the host 
of the house mentioned she had a massage table and asked 
if I wanted a massage. I personally, don't like them all 
that much, but I love to give them. That's what I said 
and suddenly everyone was asking if I'd give them a 
massage. I was stuck.

So, the host brought out the table and her oils and I 
started giving massages, first to the host. She isn't 
the most beautiful woman in the world, but she is 
elegant. She has reached the age where her body has 
grace without concern for being perfect, and I guess in 
it's own way is perfect.

I then gave a massage to the teenager's mother. She is 
not particularly slender but in good shape. Her muscles 
obviously still get worked out, but there is still parts 
with softer edges.

When I give a massage I tend to zone out on the world 
around and focus on the muscles I'm working on. When I 
was working on the mother's thighs I noticed her pubic 
hair glistened in the porch light. It had been some time 
since she'd been in the pool so the glint caught my 
attention. She was moist; she was excited. 

The idea she was excited, excited me and I started to 
respond accordingly, sending blood away from my arms and 
down to my groin. As I zoned away from the massage and 
focus my thoughts on her mound, the mother asked if I 
did special requests. "Sure, what is it?" I asked, not 
thinking what she might mean.

Suddenly, her daughter cried out, "Mother, you're such a 
letch." I didn't connect the two until the mother spread 
her legs and asked if I'd work on some of the internal 
muscles.

I hemmed and hawed for a bit (fully erect now) but 
finally blurted out, "actually, I don't do that kind of 
massage. At least not with anyone but my wife."

The teen's mother turned her head to me with pouting 
lips, noticed my erection and said, "Are you sure I 
can't convince you?" and with that reached out to grab 
me. Her hand was warm and cold at the same time. My 
member flexed in appreciation.

I jerked away. "Yes, I'm quite sure." My wife was 
sitting there noticing my erection and her touching it. 
She wasn't smiling. I didn't need to give my wife the 
idea I was more interested in this teenager's mother's 
crotch than was already apparent.

Fortunately, the lady got the hint and I was able to 
finish the massage and relax. My wife, who had her 
hackles raised by the whole incident, was also beginning 
to return to normal, smiling at me again.

My wife was the next massage. I spent a fair amount of 
time with her trying to make sure we were still on an 
even keel, that she understood she was the most 
important person I would touch that night. She responded 
nicely to the touch, occasionally subtly reaching out to 
touch me member letting me know she was ok.

The next massage was the daughter. The massage was 
pretty normal. All went well until I started working on 
her thighs. I was standing at knee level with the leg 
raised so her hips were slightly spread. The view was 
enough to cause my imagination to run wild and with it 
the blood flow. Nothing was said so it soon passed and I 
thought the worst was over.

Then came the husband of the house. I didn't know he was 
gay at the time. He is stilled married to the host, but 
they have an "understanding" about his need for other 
relationships. I work on his back and all was normal. 
When I started to work on his front the conversation 
turned to sex. I suppose it was a natural place for the 
conversation to go (eventually), but as it turned to sex 
and the husband contributed it became apparent he was 
aroused.

Someone mentioned my erection earlier in the day and he 
commented, "Yes, you do have a lovely cock." It was 
about this time I was working on his upper thighs. My 
hand brushed against his cock and suddenly his was 
coming to life.

As I mentioned earlier, I don't "do" those kinds of 
requests, so I tried to avoid touching him anywhere but 
on the thighs. However, as the conversation went on, so 
did his erection. Until finally the teen's mother said, 
"Wow, what a lovely cock you have."

The guy replied, "Thank you. It's really aching to be 
touched. hint hint." I got the hint but wasn't willing 
to comply.

I blushed furiously, but I couldn't manage to say 
anything, I just kept massaging his thighs.

The teen's mother then retorted, "Yeah, that's what I 
wanted too, but he doesn't do those requests." I looked 
up and she was subtly fingering herself watching the 
guy's member and my hands.

The host then said, "I'd help you out of this but my 
hands just don't have the same effect. So, either you 
can ignore him or you can take care of him. But there's 
not much other choice."

At this point I looked over at my wife. She had cocked 
one leg up over the arm of the chair was not so subtly 
playing with herself. I tried to catch her eyes, but she 
was fixed on the guy's erect member.

Thinking the only way I was going to get her attention, 
I moved one hand to the base of his cock and gave a slow 
stroke. His abs tensed and his cock pulsed with the 
touch. My wife's eyes got wide and her pussy lips gushed 
with sudden excitement. She then looked at me. Our eyes 
fixed and in a moment I knew she wanted me to "finish 
the job."

So, I continued to stroke his cock. The teen's mother 
quickly shouted out, "Hey, you wouldn't do that for me."

"Yes," I replied, "but you seem to be doing a nice job 
on your own." With that she blushed. Everyone turned to 
look at her hand at her crotch. Her face went bright red 
and she moved her hand up to along her thigh. "That's 
ok," I continued, "my wife is doing the same thing." For 
some reason my wife was unaware of my comments. She 
hadn't looked over at the teen's mother, or noticed 
after my second comment that everyone was now looking at 
her fingering herself. She was not being subtle about it 
either. Her fingers were "going to town."

"My," said the host. "We don't normally get that much 
activity out here by the pool. But, as long as everyone 
is having a good time." She chuckled and moved a hand to 
her own crotch.

My hand movements got stronger and I could feel the guy 
was about to cum. As the whole party sat and watched his 
body flexed. Streams of white spewed out over his chest 
and across his shoulder. My wife's fingers were intent 
on matching the energy as her own orgasm forced her eyes 
closed and her head back. The host was more demure, 
fingering her self into a pleasant state. The teenager's 
mother was like my wife, "going to town" and eager to go 
over the edge. The daughter just sat there with her legs 
crossed reading a magazine.

I didn't finish the massage, as that pretty much 
finished the husband off. He slowly went flaccid and 
just laid on the table. I stood there, enjoying the site 
of the women and their fingers. 

When I realized I was fully erect, my wife had collapsed 
in her chair, legs spread. The teen's mother was still 
searching for the edge but was getting pretty close. The 
host had gotten up to get a drink from the kitchen. The 
daughter, still reading, said, "Are you gay, too?"

"No," I laughed. "I don't have a problem helping a 
fellow out, but it's not something that turns me on 
particularly.

"So why do you have an erection?"

"Because of the lovely sight of you women." I motioned 
with my head to the vision of both my wife and her 
mother sitting there spread wide open.

"You like that?" the daughter asked.

"Yes! I love the taste of a woman."

"So, are you going to masturbate now?" she said as she 
noticed I was beginning to rub my own cock.

"You know, I hadn't thought about it. But I think I'll 
have a snack first." and with that I moved around the 
table and kneeled before my wife. I slowly leaned 
forward and began tasting the juices she had so 
carelessly spread about.

THE END

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