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From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Marty's Massage
Date: 27 Dec 1995 21:25:46 GMT

			   Marty's Massage

	I had a problem. Not a big problem but a problem nonetheless.
It would turn into a big problem if I didn't come up with something
soon. My wife Marty's birthday was just ten days away and I didn't
have the foggiest idea of what to get for her. What made matters worse
was that Marty absolutely refused to give me any hints.

	A few years ago Marty and I stopped telling each other what we
wanted for our birthdays because we were getting in a rut. We both
always seemed to ask for the same things year after year, and opening
our present just wasn't very exciting anymore. It was a lot harder to
think of something the other would like but it was also a lot more fun
getting the presents. For example, for my last birthday Marty gave me
a hot air balloon ride. It was an experience of a lifetime.

	I tried very hard for the last several months to watch for any
clues Marty might give as to something she wished she could have or
do. The only things I heard her mention were items of apparel, but
we'd agreed many years ago to never buy the other something to wear.
It just never seemed to work out. Things were either the wrong size,
the wrong color, the wrong style or the wrong something else. I got
very frustrated knowing that she was exchanging all of her gifts. She
felt the same way. The only thing I ever had any success with was
lingerie. I bought her some special things like crotchless panties and
the like that she got a kick out of, and we both enjoyed her wearing
them when we were "in the mood".

	Finally in desperation, I called Pat, Marty's sister, to see
if she had any ideas.

	"Gee, Cal, I'll have to give it some thought," she said when I
told her of my dilemma. "I know she's awfully hard to shop for. I have
the same problem. That's why I've taken to getting her gift
certificates."

	"I'd sure appreciate your help," I replied. I hung up the
phone feeling very disappointed. If Pat didn't know what to get her,
how was I going to think of something.

	Two days later Pat called me back.

	"Cal, I don't know why I didn't think of this before, but I
think I have the perfect gift," she said excitedly when I picked up
the phone.

	"That's great Pat," I answered breathing a big sigh of relief.
"What is it?"

	"A full-body massage. Jerry gave me one of those a few months
ago for our anniversary, and, believe me, it was great."

	"A `what' massage?" I queried.

	"A full-body massage," she repeated.

	"What in the world is that? It sounds a little... how shall I
say this... risque, I guess is a good word?"

	"Oh, no Cal. It's nothing like that. It's a regular massage
but it includes such things as the hands and fingers and the feet and
toes. Mine even included my ears. It was incredibly relaxing. I've
never felt so good."

	"Hmmm, that does sound like a good idea. Marty has been pretty
stressed lately and I'll bet she'd like some relief. Where do you find
such things?" I asked my sister-in-law.

	"I got mine at a place down on Grant Street," Pat replied.
"I'll check to see if I can find the name of the place. I'd really
recommend them. I'll see if I can find the name of the masseur who I
had. I think it was Bob, but I'll check for sure. I took one of their
cards when I was there. I'll just have to find it."

	"Pat, that's terrific," I exclaimed. I hung up the phone
feeling very relieved and even a little excited. I just knew that
Marty would love this gift. I had no idea how much she would love it,
or even the real reason why. It's a good thing I didn't because I'd
never have gone for it if I'd had any notion of just how far my wife's
full-body massage would go.

	Pat called me at work again the next morning. She'd found the
business card of the place she'd gone to and the name of the guy who'd
been her masseur. The place was the Millfield Health Club and the
guy's name was Bob just as she'd recalled. She gave me their address
and phone number.

	"Be sure to ask for Bob," she emphasized. "I really enjoyed
his massage."

	"Thanks again Pat. You can be sure I'll ask for him," I
concluded with delight.

	I decided to stop by the place on the way home from work
instead of just calling them for an appointment. I wanted to make sure
I was comfortable with the place. I pictured some sleazy dump like the
massage parlors I recalled having visited back in the sixties. They
were little more than whorehouses although I did get a pretty good
massage a few times before I got laid.

	The Millfield Health Club turned out to be a very attractive
facility on the second floor in an area of trendy boutiques and coffee
houses. At the front desk I was met by Joe who introduced himself as
the manager. He was a trim muscular black man who looked to be in his
late twenties.

	"How can I help you?" Joe said as I looked around the room.
The walls of the reception area were covered with photos of sunbeds,
massage tables and steam and sauna baths. I assumed these photos must
represent the facilities available within the bowels of the club.

	I introduced myself and said "I'm thinking of giving my wife
one of your full-body massages for her birthday which is next week.
Her sister had one here a few months back and she said she loved it."

	"Well, I'm glad to hear that. We have lots of satisfied
customers. In fact more than half of our business these days is by
referral," Joe boasted. "So tell me, when would you like for her to
come in?"

	"Her birthday is next Friday," I replied. "If possible, I'd
like to make an appointment for that evening. Oh, and my sister-in-law
says I should ask for Bob if he's still here and available."

	"Yes, Bob is still with us. Let me check our schedule to see
what if he has any openings then." Joe sat down at a computer and
typed in some information. "It looks like you're in luck. Bob is
actually not scheduled to work Friday night so he doesn't have any
appointments."

	"You mean he'll come in special?" I asked somewhat surprised
at Joe's answer.

	"Actually, Bob is scheduled to get off at six o'clock that
night, but he's a college student and can always use the money. I'm
sure he'll be happy to stay a little later. By the way, if I may ask,
what is your sister-in-law's name?"

	"Pat Collins," I replied.

	Joe entered a few more keystrokes into the computer. "Oh yes.
She was in the first time in February."

	"You mean she's been in since?" I asked.

	"Yes, it looks like she's been coming in two or three times a
month since," Joe replied. "I guess she really does like our
massages."

	I didn't say anything to Joe, but I was quite surprised at
this revelation because Pat had said nothing about any subsequent
visits. "Well, I guess he's right. At least she must really like the
place," I thought to myself.

	"So should we make an appointment for you, Cal?" Joe asked.

	"Yes, let's do it," I replied.

	"What's your wife's name and what time would she like?" he
asked.

	"It's Marty... Marty Evans," I answered, "and let's set it for
nine o'clock. By the way, how much will it be?" I didn't want to sound
cheap but I figured it best to get the business details out of the way
now to avoid any embarrassing surprises Friday night.

	"We charge fifty dollars for a regular massage which lasts
about thirty minutes. For a full-body massage we charge one hundred
dollars. It usually takes about one hour. In each case an appropriate
tip is in order, and in both cases the use of our sauna and showers is
included. I guess I should also mention that we do have a `club plan'
which is one hundred fifty dollars per month and entitles the member
to weekly massages of which ever type they desire. We let our first-
time customers try one massage first before joining the club, if you
or your wife are interested later."

	"Sounds like Pat is a club member," I thought to myself. I had
no idea at the time what that might mean.

	"OK, well, as I said I want Marty to have the full-body
massage."

	"Yes, I have that down," Joe replied. "Now it will be helpful
to Bob if you let us know before he begins if you or your wife wish to
place any limitations on the extent of the massage."

	"Limitations?" I said sounding puzzled. "What sort of
limitations do you mean?"

	"Oh, like some people are uncomfortable about being touched in
certain places or have different senses of modesty than others.
Actually a lot of guys who make these appointments for their wives
just let their wives decide."

	"That sounds like a good idea," I replied. I was beginning to
sense that things could get more involved than Pat had explained, but
I figured I should let Marty do what she wanted since this was her
present. Nothing too far out could be happening or Pat wouldn't be a
part of it or recommend it," I thought foolishly.

	"One last thing Cal," Joe continued. "Will you be coming here
with your wife on Friday?"

	"Yes, I plan to. Why?" I asked.

	"If you'd like to watch Bob massage your wife, we have a
special room just for that," Joe replied.

	"That sounds sort of interesting," I answered. "How does that
work?"

	"Come with me and I'll show you," Joe said as he got up from
the computer. "It's this way," he went on as he led me toward the back
door.

	On the way down the back hallway, Joe pointed out the various
facilities of the club. On the left were the showers and saunas. On
the right was a room which apparently held bays of sunbeds. Further
down the hall were the massage rooms. He led me to a door marked
`Private' at the end of the hallway. He unlocked the door and let me
in. The room was very dark and at first I couldn't see anything. Soon
my eyes became acclimated to the lack of light.

	"Over here is a one-way window which lets you watch what's
happening next door," Joe whispered. As I turned to look I saw an
attractive brunette lying on the table in the next room. She was lying
on her stomach and there was a towel draped over her bare buttocks. A
well-built young man was massaging her thigh. As I watched it appeared
that his fingers must be coming very close to touching her crotch.

	"That's Bob," Joe whispered. "He's very popular with many of
our clients."

	I wanted to see where this sexy thirtyish woman's massage
would lead, and I would love to have seen more of her great looking
body, but I heard the phone ringing in the office. "We'd better go
back up front," Joe whispered. "We don't normally let anyone in here
unless they're the husband or boyfriend of the person getting the
massage. I didn't realize that Bob was using that room. Usually he
uses the one across the hall if there is no one along to watch."

	Back in the front office, Joe picked up the phone. I realized
that just that brief glimpse of the nude woman being tended to by Bob
had given me a raging hardon. I tried to hide it from Joe by keeping
my body turned away from him.

	"I'll see you Friday night at nine," I said as I headed for
the door. Joe waved at me as I let myself out.

	"This could is going to be one helluva lot of fun," I said to
myself as I drove home. I thought of calling Pat on the car phone and
telling her about my plans, but decided to wait and tell her about it
later. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to avoid mentioning that I knew
she went there a lot more than she'd told me. I decided to wait and
see if she brought it up again. Then maybe I'd mention what I'd found
out.

	I didn't tell Marty anything about her present, but I did tell
her we were going to our favorite restaurant for dinner at six-thirty
Friday night. That would leave us plenty of time to get over to the
health club in time for her appointment. When she was getting dressed
for dinner, Marty asked if I had plans for after dinner.

	"Yes. I'm going to give you your present," I replied.

	"Oh. Where are you planning to do that?" she asked. Her
curiosity was aroused.

	"You'll find out after dinner," was all I'd say. "I think
you'll like it."

	I had a hard time containing myself that evening. I was very
excited about Marty's gift thinking that she was really going to like
it. I also felt quite turned on although I couldn't figure out why at
the time. I dismissed it as a reaction to seeing that woman getting a
massage from Bob. Marty kept pestering me about what her present was
and where we were going later. Finally I promised that I would tell
her more about it while we were eating dessert.

	When the waiter finally brought us our dessert Marty reminded
me that now was the time to tell her what was going on. I hadn't given
this moment much thought and suddenly realized that explaining what
was about to happen wasn't going to be as easy as I thought. Marty
might very well have the same reaction I did when I first heard the
term "full-body massage." If she thought I was trying to pull
something kinky on her, she'd probably get upset. I had to prepare her
for the news first.

	"Well, I've noticed how hard you've been working lately and
how tense you seem to be a lot of the time. I wanted to find a way to
help you relax. I mentioned this to Pat and she had a brilliant idea,"
I began. It sounded good so far... at least to me.

	"Sounds interesting," Marty replied. "So what is it? A
vibrating recliner?"

	"No, that's not it," I said with a laugh. Marty was always
poking fun of the ads for these chairs on TV.

	"Pat told me that Jerry gave her a great massage for their
anniversary," I continued.

	"You mean you're going to give me a massage. Is that it?"
Marty sounded disappointed and slightly annoyed.

	"No. That didn't come out right. Jerry arranged for her to get
a massage at a place where they do your fingers and toes and even your
ears. She said it was incredibly relaxing. I think she called it a
full-body massage."

	"Oh, I've heard of those," Marty said as her face brightened.
"One of the gals at work mentioned she'd had one. She did say it was
terrific. That sounds like fun. When is this supposed to happen?"

	"I have an appointment for you at nine tonight," I replied.

	"Where?"

	"At the Millfield Health Club. It's the same place Pat went
and it's with the same masseur. She recommended him very highly."

	"Are you coming along?" Marty asked. "I would feel a lot safer
in a place like that if you were there in case anything weird
happened, especially since it'll be a man giving my massage."

	"Yes, I'll be there in the waiting room." I didn't want to
admit that I'd actually be in the next room watching. That might upset
her.

	"Well, I'm ready to leave whenever you are," Marty concluded.
It sounded like she was getting excited about the idea. I was relieved
and pleased. I paid the check and in twenty minutes we were walking in
the door of the health club. We were ten minutes early.

	"Hi. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Evans," Bob said when we walked
in. "I'm Bob and I'll be doing your massage this evening, Mrs.
Evans."

	"Hi Bob," Marty replied. I noticed the look of surprise and
delight on my wife's face when she realized that this cute guy was
going to be taking care of her. "This looks promising," she whispered
to me as Bob turned to take care of something behind the desk. "I
think I like it already."

	"Whoa babe," I said with a grin. "Don't get carried away so
soon. The massage hasn't even begun." I wondered how Marty would feel
in a few minutes when she was lying completely naked on the massage
table with her most private places hidden only by a towel while Bob
worked his magic on her body. I also wondered how I was going to feel
when I saw it actually happening. It seemed like a lot of fun in my
imagination. I hoped it turned out that way in reality too.

	"We ask all of our clients to take a quick shower before we
begin the massage," Bob explained. "That way the massage oils that we
use will have greater effectiveness." If you'll follow me I'll show to
the lockers where you can put your things and give you a robe you can
wear while you're in the back." As Bob opened the door to lead Marty
toward the back he turned to me and said "I'll check back with you in
a minute, Mr. Evans, to see if you need any coffee or anything while
you wait."

	"Have fun sweetheart. Happy birthday. I love you." Then I gave
her a kiss as Bob led her away. I didn't realize at the time how much
different our lives would be when I next talked to my wife.

	Bob reappeared in the office in just a couple of minutes. "You
have a very beautiful wife, Mr. Evans," he said as he entered. "I'm
going to really enjoy doing her massage."

	"Thank you," I said.

	"There are a couple of details we need to take care of while
she is getting ready. I believe Joe explained that the cost of the
full- body massage is one hundred dollars. Right?"

	"Oh, yes," I replied as I reached for my wallet. I pulled out
a hundred dollar bill and handed it to Bob.

	"Thank you. I also want to ask again if there are any limits
that you want to set for this massage. Joe said he already asked but I
just want to be sure."

	"No, I told him that I'd let Marty set the limits since it's
her birthday. I'll stick with that."

	"That's good then," Bob replied. "This type of massage can get
somewhat intimate sometimes, and I don't want anyone to be surprised
or upset."

	I was about to ask him to explain that last remark but decided
against it. Again I figured that if Pat was getting these massages,
there must not be anything too bizarre going on. If Marty's breasts or
bottom got touched accidentally I guess it wouldn't be too upsetting
to me. Marty would probably object, but I'd let her take care of
herself. After all she is a mature fifty-one year old woman.

	Just then I heard a buzzer. "That means she's done with her
shower," Bob explained. "I'll take her down to the massage room and
while she's getting herself ready there I'll be back to take you down
to the `gallery'."

	"That's an interesting but appropriate name for it," I thought
when Bob spoke of the room where I was to sit to watch my wife's
massage. I wondered how many husbands or boyfriends used that room. I
wondered if Pat's husband Jerry had ever used it. Somehow I couldn't
picture him doing that, but who knows. I was surprised to hear that
he'd even suggested something like this massage thing.

	I felt a sudden rush of butterflies in my stomach as Bob
opened the door and beckoned me through.

	"When you're back here it's best that you keep your voice down
and make as little sound as possible," Bob whispered. "I have music
playing in the massage room to help hide any noise you might make, but
it's still best to be quiet. You may move around as much as you'd
like. It is impossible to see into that room through the one- way
glass, but the sound does travel somewhat. Oh, and it's a lot easier
to see what's going on if you keep the lights off in here. Otherwise
there's a bad glare. OK?"

	"OK!" I confirmed as we approached the `gallery'. Bob unlocked
the door and let me in. The light from the hall revealed two easy
chairs in the room. I headed for one of them and sat down.

	When I was comfortably seated I looked into the next room for
the first time. There just five or six feet away lay my wife. Like the
woman I'd seen earlier in the week, she was completely nude and lying
on her stomach. A small white towel was draped over her ass. This was
the only thing providing her with any modesty at all. I noticed that
she was lying with her head turned toward my side of the room... just
as if she was looking at me. That made me very nervous at first until
I saw her reach down and tug the towel further down on her butt. She
was using the mirror side of the glass to check herself.

	I ought to tell you more about this sexy woman I was viewing
through the glass. Marty, as I've mentioned, is fifty-one. She has
been diligent over the last several years to keep herself in good
shape. She eats carefully and works out regularly. She is not very
tall... five two is all... and she's never had very large breasts...
she wears a 32b bra and that hasn't changed since I met her. She
weighs about one hundred twenty-five pounds and there is no flab
anywhere on her body. Those ass cheeks that she was trying to keep
covered are as firm as a high school cheerleader's. She has dark brown
hair which she keeps cut quite short. It has no natural curl so it
hangs straight in what she calls a "page boy" look. I think it's very
cute.

	As I watched I realized that I could clearly hear the music
that Bob mentioned would be playing in the next room. It was very
soothing jazz. "A nice touch," I thought. Then I heard a knocking
sound. It was Bob checking to see if Marty was ready.

	"Yes, I'm ready. You can come in," I heard her say. Obviously
the sound system picked up the sounds in the massage room and carried
them into my watching room. "Another nice touch," I thought.

	Bob stepped into the room and immediately proceeded to remove
the warmup suit that he'd been wearing. He stripped down to a boxer
style swimsuit. Bob moved in front of me so he was in Marty's line of
sight.

	"All right, Mrs. Evans, are you ready for me to begin?" Bob
politely asked. "By the way, would you like to be called Mrs. Evans or
Marty?"

	"Oh, please call me `Marty'," my wife replied, "and I'm ready
whenever you are."

	"Great. `Marty' it is then. I'm going to begin, Marty, by
massaging your neck and spine. Then I'll work my way out your upper
limbs. When they're feeling nice and relaxed, I'll work on your head
and hands. Finally I'll do your legs and then your feet. Then I'll go
back and hit any spots that still feel tight. If I do or touch
anything you aren't comfortable with, please let me know. OK?"

	"Sounds good, Bob," my wife replied.

				* * *

	For the next twenty minutes or so, things in the next room
went very much as Bob had described. There was nothing happening that
gave me any clue as to what the ultimate outcome of this evening would
be. The only excitement was when Bob asked Marty to turn over on her
back so that he could massage her chin and face. He offered her a
towel, but Marty declined.

	"Oh, it's OK," she replied. "I'm sure you've seen lots of
boobs in your line of work. There's nothing special about mine." Then
she turned over trying to be careful to keep the towel covering her
loins.

	I felt a twinge in my cock when my wife's bare breasts came
into view. "I'll bet she'd die right now if she knew that I was
watching," I said softly to myself.

	I was startled when I heard the door to my room opening.

	"Cal? Are you in here?" I heard Joe whisper.

	"Sure am," I replied softly.

	"Mind if I join you?" he continued.

	"No not at all. Your timing is perfect. It looks like the fun
is beginning," I said thinking about my wife's display of her chest.

	"Hey, she's really a great looking woman," Joe exclaimed when
he took a look into the next room. "She's very nice indeed."

	"Thanks," I replied proudly.

	"Actually I'm not in here to see your wife. I'm really here to
watch how Bob handles this new client. I had a call yesterday
complaining that he'd taken liberties with someone's wife and the guy
didn't appreciate it at all."

	"Oh, Oh! That could be a problem," I said absentmindedly. I
was too engrossed in watching Bob's hands as they appeared to caress
the outer edges of Marty's breasts. I sort of expected her to push his
hands away a couple of times, but she seemed oblivious to the intimacy
of his touch. I smiled as I recalled getting my face slapped for
touching her like that when we first started dating. "Times have
changed," I mumbled.

	"What was that?" Joe asked.

	"Oh, nothing," I answered. "I guess I was just thinking out
loud."

	Bob concentrated his attention on Marty's chin, cheeks,
forehead and ears. Then he ran his hands down the outer edges of her
chest past the outside of her breasts. When he pulled them back he ran
them directly over her breasts and paused ever so briefly to cup each
of them in his hands. I watched for an objection from my wife, but
instead I heard a soft moan. Bob heard it too and must have taken it
as a sign of approval. He massaged her breasts gently before taking
each nipple between his fingers and rolling it like a marble. He
appeared to squeeze but not hard enough to cause pain. Marty started
raising her hand, perhaps to push him away, but Bob quickly pulled
away.

	"Time to work on your legs and feet," Bob commented as he
moved around and stood at the foot of the table.

	"You'll need to move down this way a bit so I can reach you,"
he said. Marty quickly obliged. "That's far enough," he advised. Then
he took her feet in his hands and lifted them a few inches apart.
Marty had previously kept them tightly together, I'm sure to preserve
her modesty. She didn't seem to resist his movement, however. I
wondered how much of her he could see right now. "I'll bet he can see
her brown beaver," I thought to myself. Since, at my insistence, Marty
kept her beaver trimmed quite short, the guy could probably even see
her slit from where he was standing. Oddly I didn't feel any jealousy.
Instead I felt my cock getting hard as I imagined his view.

	Bob began his work on her legs by massaging her thighs. I
watched closely to see just how high his touch went. It was obvious
that he was staying at least three or four inches below her pussy. His
strokes were forcing her thighs further and further apart, however.
Marty was watching him intently through his reflection in the mirror.
Again she showed no signs of objecting. I wondered if she was getting
as turned on by all of this as I was.

	Bob worked for several more minutes on my wife's thighs and
calves and then moved his attentions down to her feet. He even gave
each of her toes a good workout with his strong fingers. Marty looked
very content as I studied her face. Her eyes were now closed and she
was smiling.

	"Time to turn over again," Bob said softly as he stepped back
from the table. He held the towel in place while Marty turned over. It
seemed to me that he now had the towel positioned a little higher than
before, but I couldn't tell for sure.

	When she was comfortably in place, Bob again turned his
attention to her thighs. This time he appeared to rub a quite a bit
higher than before and I was sure he was only a fraction of an inch
from touching my wife's cunt. Her feet were now spread to the edges of
the table. Bob had to have a fantastic view of my wife's slit. I
envied him because that view was my personal favorite. This was also
the position the woman was in when I'd peeked into the room the day
I'd come in to make the appointment. "I wonder how many pussies he's
had this view of?" I thought to myself.

	I watched Bob's movements carefully now because he appeared to
be so close to Marty's pussy. Suddenly she jumped slightly and gasped.

	"Oooh," she said softly as Bob continued to rub the inside of
her thighs. He must have touched more than her leg but she didn't seem
to have any negative reaction. Bob took this as permission to continue
and again his hands moved up towards Marty's cunt. This time he
obviously reached the top and I could see his hand moving up and down
as he ran his fingers through her slit. She must have been dripping
wet by now.

	As he rubbed I heard my wife begin to moan softly.

	"Ummmmm, that feels nice," I heard her say. I couldn't believe
it. Just a few feet away my wife was being felt up by a young stranger
and she seemed to be really enjoying it. There was another stranger
sitting beside me watching. I felt like I ought to object but somehow
I was transfixed and speechless. I was also as hard as a rock. The
motion of Bob's hand suddenly changed and it appeared that instead of
running his fingers up and down the length of Marty's slit, he was now
finger-fucking her. Her moans grew loader. It sounded like she would
cum soon if he didn't stop. In a way I felt I should stop him, but
again I couldn't bring myself to action. Instead I began to rub my
cock.

	"Aggghh," came a louder moan from the other room." While I
watched my wife's body first went rigid and then began to shake in the
obvious throes of orgasm.

	"Holy shit, Joe. Did you see that? Bob made my wife cum," I
blurted out... perhaps loudly enough for Bob and my wife to hear.

	"I know, Cal," Joe replied. "That's what it's all about, isn't
it."

	I suddenly realized that my original thoughts about a full-
body massage were right. While I tried to comprehend this fact, Bob
stepped back from the table. As I watched he slipped down his trunks
revealing a huge erection. It must have been nearly eight inches long
and very thick. It stuck out at ninety degrees from his body.

	"Oh, don't stop now," Marty begged when she noticed that his
hands were gone. While I watched, Bob crawled up onto the table with
his knees between Marty's spread thighs. He reached down under her
hips and lifted her up onto her knees. Suddenly my wife's wet opening
was directly in line with Bob's hard tool. He plunged forward and
impaled her on his cock. In spite of his large size, he went all the
way in with one stroke.

	"Oh my gawd!" Marty exclaimed when she realized what was
happening. She immediately began to rock back against Bob's thrusts.

	I was in a daze. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Here
just a few feet away my wife of nearly thirty years was being fucked
by another man. To my knowledge he was the first guy to have her since
we got married. She was obviously loving it... and so, I had to admit,
was I. I now had my cock out of my pants and was pumping it furiously.

	"Careful not to waste that," I heard a voice say as I was
about to cum. "Save yourself for a minute and then we'll go in and
help Bob finish the job. OK?"

	I quit my stroking and concentrated very hard on not cumming.
Fortunately I was successful. I looked back into the other room to see
my wife turning over onto her back while Bob crawled up over her. Then
he reentered her and began to pound furiously into her inviting cunt.
Marty's hand went down to her clit and I watched her begin to rub
herself while Bob's thrusts continued. Bob must have been thinking of
us in the gallery when he lifted up Marty's right leg so that Joe and
I had a perfect view of his cock slamming into her. In just a few
frantic minutes first Marty came again and then Bob's body stiffened
as he pushed himself deep into her and held himself there. My wife's
vagina had just been filled with a load of a stranger's hot cum.

	"OK, Cal. Now it's time for us to help Bob finish the job,"
Joe said as he stood up and began stripping off his clothes. I numbly
got up and followed his example. As soon we were both naked we slipped
out the door and into the massage room. In the light I instantly
noticed that Joe sported a monster tool that was at least an inch or
two longer than Bob's and was as black as coal.

	Marty saw us enter the room and momentarily panicked.

	"Oh Cal!" she exclaimed as she sat up and tried to cover
herself with her hands. "I don't know what came over me. I just... "

	"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," I assured her as I walked
up and gave her a kiss. "Bob and Joe and I are here to make sure that
this is one birthday present that you'll never forget."

	While I spoke Joe took Bob's place between my wife's thighs.
She had tried to pull her legs together but Joe firmly spread them
back apart and moved up placing the dark head of his cock at the
entrance to Marty's love tunnel. I stared at his large appendage as he
got it into position and then slowly forced it in. Marty was watching
too. I don't think she believed what was happening to her... or how
large Joe's cock was. Once Marty had taken in several inches of Joe's
cock, she laid back down on the table and started enjoying being
fucked.

	At first she began moaning, this time much more loudly than
before. Then she began telling Joe to "fuck me. Fuck me with that
thing. Fuck me, Joe." Fortunately I don't think there were any other
clients in the club by this time or they would have gotten their ears
filled with sounds of raw lust. I'd never heard my wife being so vocal
before. Joe had worked most of his pole into Marty but he didn't try
to go too far. Then he gently started rocking in and out. I watched as
her lips stretched in and out following his motion. The sight of that
dark cock entering my wife's pink cunt was the most erotic thing I'd
ever seen. I'd heard about this experience before but always doubted
the stories as pure bullshit. Now I knew. The reality was even more of
a turnon than they'd said.

	It didn't take Joe long to cum. As I watched I saw his cock
begin to pulse and then I saw cum oozing out of Marty's cunt around
Joe's cock. He and Bob had filled her to overflowing. He held himself
there for a minute or two before pulling out. His cock was still huge
and hard. I debated whether to take a turn now myself, but was afraid
that Marty was temporarily stretched so large that neither of us would
feel anything. I decided to wait until later.

	Joe took charge of the "massage" at this point. He instructed
Marty to suck him until he was hard again. She eagerly complied
although she could only get a little more than the head of his cock in
her mouth. He got hard quickly anyhow. The sight of my wife sucking on
that big black lollipop kept me hard. Only Bob was showing signs of
drooping.

	"There is still one more part of you that hasn't been
massaged," Joe said to my wife, "and we're going to take care of that
right now." He then arranged us so that the three of us men could fill
all of Marty's openings at once. I laid on my back on the table with
Marty lying on her back on top of me. Using the cum and juices from
her cunt along with a little KY jelly as lubricant, I got to fuck my
wife's virgin asshole. Marty sucked Bob while Joe again filled her
cunt. Because of our positions, Bob's cock was entering my wife's
mouth just inches from my face.

	"No one quits until everyone has cum," was Joe's final
instruction to all of us. Given the tightness of the opening I was
using along with the view of my wife sucking another man's cock just
inches from me and the fact that I hadn't cum yet the first time, I
knew I couldn't last too long. I closed my eyes and held on until I
felt Joe cumming. Marty had already cum once so I decided to let it
go. I shot the first ever load of hot cum into my wife's rectum.

	When I was finished I reopened my eyes and watched carefully
as Marty sucked and licked Bob's large hard cock. It was an incredible
sight. She is very talented at giving head and it didn't take much
longer for her to succeed. I watched eagerly as Bob's cock shot its
load of cum down Marty's throat. Within just a few seconds my wife had
taken loads of cum in her cunt, her throat and her ass. When Bob was
done Marty collapsed on me. Joe slowly climbed off and Bob stepped
away. They both disappeared, I guess to get dressed.

	"Happy birthday, my sexy wife," I whispered in Marty's ear. "I
hope you enjoyed your present."

	"Cal, darling, it was wonderful," she whispered. "I can't
imagine anything better."

	Marty rested for several minutes before getting up.

	"You are welcome to take another shower or even a sauna if
you'd like," Joe said as he stuck his head in the door.

	"Thanks, but I think I'll just get dressed and go home," Marty
replied. "I feel like sitting in the tub for a while and then jumping
into bed."

	After a few more minutes recovery Marty and I went off to
retrieve our clothes and get dressed. I went to the office while Marty
finished dressing.

	Bob had apparently already left for home so Joe was waiting
there alone. I reached in my wallet and pulled out two fifty dollar
bills which I held out to Joe. "One of these is for you and one is for
Bob," I said.

	"Oh, no, we couldn't accept that, Cal," Joe said. "We had as
much fun as you and your wife did. We don't get many chances to do
what we did tonight... I mean three men with a woman. Your wife is one
very sexy woman. We'd sure like to have her join our club. Do you
think she might be interested?"

	"I don't know," I answered honestly. "Marty really surprised
me tonight. I had no idea that she'd do anything like this. In fact I
had no idea that something like this might happen."

	"You're kidding," Joe said in surprise. "You mean Pat didn't
tell you what a full-body massage was?"

	"Well, she claimed that it just was a regular massage with a
few little extras and was very relaxing. She specifically denied that
it was anything sexual," I replied.

	"Wow. Well, she sure knows better. I wonder why she didn't
tell the truth," Joe continued.

	"I don't know. She probably didn't think I'd go for it if I
knew. To be honest, she'd have been right about that."

	Just then Marty came through the door. "Oh, I wondered where
you all were," she said as she spotted us, "but where's Bob?"

	"He had to go home and study," Joe replied. "He said something
about having a big test tomorrow."

	"Well, I hope you'll tell him how terrific I thought he was.
You and he were the most wonderful birthday present I've ever had."

	"Why don't you stop in again and tell Bob that yourself," Joe
suggested. "We'd love to have you join our `Massage Club'. Then you
could enjoy Bob's special massages as often as you'd like. I and the
other guys here would also be happy to pitch in help Bob anytime you'd
like... and, of course, Cal would be welcome to watch or help too."

	"Oh, I don't think I could do that," Marty said hesitantly. "I
mean it sounds like a lot of fun, but I couldn't mess around like
that. It just wouldn't be right. I couldn't expect Cal to accept
anything like that," Marty went on as she looked at me.

	"That's part of your present," I lied boldly as I looked over
at Joe and winked. I certainly didn't have anything like that in mind
when I first came here, but seeing my wife being serviced by other
men's cocks was the most erotic experience of my life. If Marty asked,
I'd have to confess that what I'd just agreed to was as much for my
own pleasure as it was for hers.

	Marty came over and gave me a big kiss. "Cal, do you really
mean that?"

	"I sure do."

	"Thank you darling. Thank you for the best birthday present
I've ever had."

	"You're welcome," I replied, "but don't forget that this whole
thing was your sister's idea."

	"Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten about that," Marty said as a
look of shock spread across her face. "I remember you mentioning that
earlier, but does that mean that Pat has come here and gotten laid?"

	"I don't know about the `gotten laid' bit, but she did tell me
that she'd been here once. Joe said that she is a member of the club,
isn't that right, Joe?"

	"Yes, she is," Joe confirmed. "I didn't mean to reveal any
family secrets though. I figured since she'd sent you here, she'd told
you the whole story. I guess she hadn't."

	"So tell me, Joe," Marty pressed. "Does that mean she's been
getting laid here or not?"

	"Oh yes, she has," he replied. "Pat's been coming in here two
or three times a month for the last six months or so. In fact she's
coming in again Monday as I recall."

	"Very interesting," my wife mused. "Does her husband come in
with her?"

	"No. She always comes in alone."

	"Does he know?" Marty asked.

	"I don't think so," Joe replied. "She's mentioned a couple of
times how much she wishes that he would come along once and watch. It
sort of sounds like she'd love to have an audience."

	"Heavens, he could never do anything like that. He's such a
prude. I'm surprised he even suggested a regular massage for her.
That doesn't sound like Jerry at all. He'd have a heart attack if he
knew what she was doing here," my wife continued. "Look, it's getting
pretty late. I've got to take a pee and then I think we'd better get
home."

	While Marty went to the bathroom, I told Joe that I'd be in on
Monday to take care of any paperwork for the club signup. I also asked
him to check to see if Pat was coming in Monday.

	"Yup, here it is," he announced. "She's going to be here at
ten Monday morning."

	"Hmmmm, maybe I'll come in a little after ten then myself."

	"You want to watch?" Joe asked.

	"Yeah, and I wouldn't mind helping again either," I said with
a grin.

	"Well, she's your sister-in-law," Joe said as he shrugged his
shoulders and grinned. "You'd either have a helluva lot of fun or be
in a helluva lot of trouble. I'll tell you though she's a pretty damn
good lay. It seems to run in the family."

	Just then Marty came back into the room and we left for home.
When we got there Marty ran a tub full of water and spent a half-hour
soaking. It took that long for her to feel like she'd gotten cleaned
up.

	"I loved it tonight, but somehow having all of those cocks
shooting cum in me made me feel kinda dirty," she explained. "I guess
it's more mental than anything but somehow the bath helped. Thank you
again for such a wonderful gift. I love you."

	"I love you too. Many more birthdays... and many more birthday
presents," I replied as we drifted off to sleep.

	The next night we went over to Jerry and Pat's house to
celebrate Marty's birthday again. Pat fixed a nice dinner, and the
four of us spent the evening talking amiably about the usual family
things. The subject of what I got Marty for her birthday came up, but
Marty glossed over it by saying that I'd given her the same thing
Jerry gave Pat for their last anniversary. That seemed to satisfy
Jerry, but after dinner I found myself alone in the kitchen with Pat.

	"So tell me Cal, how did Marty like her present?"

	"You really ought to ask her, but it seemed to me that she
really liked it. I must thank you for the idea although you really
didn't tell me the whole truth about what was involved."

	"What do you mean by that?" Pat responded with a grin.

	"As if you don't know," I replied. "She got royally screwed
just like you do every time you go there."

	"Oh really," Pat answered coyly. "Now whatever gave you that
idea?"

	"Joe and Bob both said that you are a great piece of ass. In
fact they said it runs in the family."

	At this comment Pat seemed stunned and began to blush several
shades of red.

	"Look Cal, Jerry has no idea what goes on there or that I've
gone there more than that first time. I figure that as long as I'm
discreet about it, he's not going to get hurt. I don't want to ruin my
marriage."

	"Pat, don't worry about it. Neither Marty nor I have any
intentions of jeopardizing your marriage. In fact we're both grateful
to you for the spice that your suggestion added to ours."

	My assurance appeared to calm Pat and as she looked up at me
with a twinkle in her eyes and said "good, because if a word of this
is breathed to my husband you can kiss these goodbye." As she spoke
she reached down and grabbed a handful of my crotch. She squeezed hard
enough to make me wince before letting go.

	I wasn't about to let such an act go unchallenged. As Pat
turned to walk away I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her
back.

	Putting my hand to my mouth I said "these two lips will be
sealed if I get to taste these two." I reached down and rubbed her
pussy through her skirt and panties.

	"Ooohhh," she murmured as I continued my massage. "You want to
eat me? That almost sounds like an offer I can't refuse. I'll have to
think about it." Pat reached up and gave me a quick kiss before
scurrying into the other room.