@melody96

The Masseur

I was lying in bed reading the Sunday paper. Nancy, my wife, had gone up to the rooftop of our hotel to get a massage in the poolside mini-spa. After an hour or so, the door opened and there she was in a pale green mini-dress and jandels. She had a bewildered look on her face. “How was it?” I asked. “You won’t believe what just happened”, she said. What else could it be? “You fucked the massage guy”, I said. She smiled wryly. “No, he fucked me”, she said.

All ears, I dropped the paper to hear her story. Upstairs, she’d stripped off her dress and got on the massage table with a small towel over her buttocks. Nancy was 32 at the time, 1.70 m, 36-25-36 and 65 kg. Her pert breasts had stayed high and fine despite two kids and her dance classes and speed walks kept her belly flat and her body toned and well muscled. She was wearing her hair in a blonde bob that summer, bangs over her big green eyes and the wings of the bob curving forward over her cheeks. A great look. She was tanned walnut with two white triangles over the front of her breasts and inverted white triangles over her lower belly and ¾ of her world class ass. She bikini-waxed her dark brown bush at the sides but left the wedge full for me and didn’t shave the hair frame on her outer lips. This was what Peter, the masseur, was seeing on his table.

The back massage had gone normally, then she’d turned over and Peter had replaced the towel over her pubic area. He massaged her shoulders and arms. Then, with oil on his hands, he’d massaged her breasts to her mild surprise. She said that his hands and the slippery feel had erected her nipples but nothing was said. He moved down to her thighs with his strong hands and began sliding all the way up to her crotch. She said she’d felt her pussy walls start flowing from this but, again, nothing was said. Next, Peter began letting his thumb hit her pussy lip. She’d said nothing. The thumb began to cross the lip and graze her clit, flicking back and forth and then returning to thigh strokes. Nancy said she could hear her breath picking up and, glancing sideways, she saw that Peter had filled the front of his shorts. Suddenly, he backed away from the table and stripped his shorts and briefs down to his ankles.

When he straightened, she saw a medium length, but unusually thick cock… with a big mushroom head dripping precum. Without a word, Peter had moved to the foot of the massage table and climbed up on it. Nancy said that, without thinking, she’d let her thighs spread and he’d come right up between them, putting one hand beside her head and guiding the thick cock down under her pubic bone with the other. With one stroke, he’d entered her fully. Then brought his other hand beside her head for balance. He was fast, she said. No warm-ups. He’d begun fucking her pussy with hard, full strokes banging into her, breathing hard. In no more than two dozen strokes he froze up against her; she’d felt him swell in her cunt and with loud grunts he’d spasmed his warm semen in her.

She said Peter had kissed her and asked her if she was OK. She’d nodded. He got off the table, put on his shorts and shortly thereafter she had put on her mini-dress and jandels and left the spa. I had a burning hard-on from her story. “Let’s book him for this afternoon and you can have us both”, I said. After a little persuading, Nancy agreed and I called Peter for a pm appointment. When he heard the name, he sounded wary but I told him I knew about this morning and that it was cool, that we were liberal about things like that. As three o’clock approached, Nancy and I showered. She put on white cotton short-shorts and a matching white halter tied at the neck and back. I wore baggy summer shorts and a polo shirt. We were both pretty sophisticated sexually, had enjoyed swaps with friends and so forth, but still this adventure left us edgy and we looked at each other with silly grins as we rode up in the elevator.

Nancy and I walked around the pool to the spa door and I knocked. The door opened and there stood Peter. He was short, barely taller than Nancy’s 1.70 m and 10 cm or so shorter than me. He was about 30, good looking, black hair and eyes and built like a bodybuilder… big chest, biceps and thighs bulging his shirtsleeves and shorts legs. No wonder Nancy had let him fuck her on the massage table that morning. He let us in and I re-assured him about the morning’s activity and told him we were there to take up where it left off. Peter said he had to charge me for a massage to account for his time to the hotel and I gladly signed the chit.

The room contained an exercise mat, free standing weights, the famous massage table and a steam room. One wall was fully mirrored. Standing by Nancy, I said, “Would you like to see Nancy again?” “Of course”, he said, “She’s very beautiful.” I pulled the string ties at Nancy’s neck and back and pulled the white halter away from her front exposing her breasts with their pink raspberry nipples fully erect, set in their half-dollar circles. “Take off your clothes”, I said and Peter quickly stripped his white tee up and off revealing a hairless, powerful chest, dark nipples and a rippling six pack down to his shorts. I could see that he had grown a boner. I put my fingers in the waistband of Nancy’s short-shorts and pulled them down over her hips and firm buttocks to the floor. She stepped out of them and I took off her jandels as well and tossed them aside. She was tanned walnut everywhere that didn’t count and stark white where it did, a summer visual I loved because her un-tanned skin highlighted what was made for sex… tits, most of her ass and her lower belly. Peter pulled down his shorts and briefs together and when he stood I saw that Nancy’s description was right on. He had amazingly thick cock, with a broad, dark mushroom head. His black pubic hair was thick and curly, his ball sack plump and shaved. I quickly pulled off my polo shirt, dropped my baggy shorts and kicked them aside. My cock, too, was in full erection, a pinker version of Peter’s with a lighter purple shade in the mushroom head.

I stepped behind Nancy with my cock between her cheeks and cupped her left breast while my right hand went over her fluffy pubic wedge. “Why don’t you give Nancy a kiss hello, Peter”, I said. He stepped up to her, put his hands on her slim waist and leaned in to kiss her. She slipped her left hand behind her, took my cock in her hand and, looking down over her shoulder, I saw that she had Peter’ cock in her other hand. What a lady. The kiss broke. “Whew”, Nancy said, “This girl is dizzy. Let’s get on the mat.” She got down on the mat and sat with her back to the mirror and her long, tanned legs extended. “Come here, you two”, she said. Peter and I quickly knelt on either side of her and her slim hands with their red-lacquered nails came up to our cocks. She took them delicately between thumbs and fingers. “Mmmm… look at these two fatties”, she said. “What big heads you’ve got.”

I had a long stream of pre-cum dripping a good six inches from the tip and she caught it on her pink tongue, brought it up to the slit and licked it. Then she turned her head to Peter, licked the tip of his cock, opened those sweet red lips and took his whole head into her mouth. She worked his head with her mouth and then went down several inches on him and gave his cock a good dozen or so hard sucks. She popped her mouth off his cock, turned to mine and did the same honours for me. Back and forth she went, sucking each of our cocks a dozen or so strokes, then turning to the other. As she went, the pleasure got to her, too, because she started making little moans in her throat and taking us deeper with each turn. The sensation and visual were driving me fast. I didn’t want to come yet, so I pulled away, went down to Nancy’s feet and guided her legs apart. Sensing what was coming, she pulled her feet back and scrunched down the mirror a little to give me better access. I came up to her pussy. She bikini-waxed the sides of her dark brown bush, but left the wedge full, the way I liked it, and she didn’t shave her outer lips either. I pulled those lips apart and saw a familiar sight, Nancy’s pink, neat sex: perfectly sculpted clitoral hood, pea-clit, inner lips completely enclosed and everything shining with her always free-flowing juice.

I gave her a good lick from hole to clit, then stuck my forefinger in her to wet it, then my middle finger. I rubbed the ball of my middle finger over the brown star of her anus and worked it into her sphincter as my forefinger entered her pussy again. I knew what she liked…a double finger fuck while her clit was being licked and sucked. Probing for her G-spot with my forefinger, I went down on her clit, running my tongue all over the hood, then licking and sucking on her pea-clit. Nancy was very orgasmic and it didn’t take long… no more than a minute, I’d guess. I felt her thrusting her cunt at me, a telltale sign. I looked up her body, saw her mouth come off Peter’ cock, her orgasmic flush flood her face, shoulders, neck and breastbone. Her hand came to the back of my head, held it firmly against her pussy, and she bucked and cried out her orgasm. She slumped against the mirror and I carefully pulled my fingers from her pussy and asshole. “Good one, huh, sweetie?” I asked. She looked at me through her unfocussed, but always beautiful green eyes. “Amazing”, she said. She was holding Peter’ cock with her left hand and I saw that he’d been squeezing her left breast and twirling her nipple while I ate her out.

“Peter”, I said, “This pussy needs a cock. Are you ready?” “Oh, yeah”, he said. I wanted to hold Nancy in my lap for him, to offer my honey up for another man’s fucking. She lay against me with my wet boner pressed against her lower back. I grasped her legs behind the knees and pulled them back and apart for Peter who knee-ed his way up to her with his cock in hand. “You want it, baby?” I whispered to her. “Yes”, she said. “Tell him”, I said. “I want you to fuck me, Peter”, she said. “Don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you, pretty lady”, he said. He put his left hand on the underside of her thigh and guided his fat, dark cock under her pubic bush. I could see him working the slit and felt Nancy tremble as her clit was tickled. He planted and shoved. They both gasped as his cock pushed half way into her pussy. He left go of it and grabbed her by the ankles, lifting her feet so the bottoms were facing the ceiling. I saw him pull back slightly and then come forward steadily until the base of his pubic hair met the base of hers. My baby was full of Peter, fucked ball-deep. “You got it, sweetie?” I whispered. “All of it”, she said. “How does it feel.” “I’m stuffed, the way you stuff me”, she whispered. Peter went into a nice, slow, long-stroke fucking rhythm, pulling almost all the way out, coming all the way in to gently press Nancy’s pubic bone. I moved my hands to her tits and squeezed them while twirling her nipples in time to his in-strokes. I could feel her skin heating against me. “Oh, Peter, that is so good”, Nancy said. “I love the way you’re fucking me.” “You like it?” he asked. “Yes. You’re so hard in me…so hard.” Her words must have inflamed him because he shifted gears, went to short, fast strokes that filled the room with the slap-slap-slap of hard fucking. His face darkened. “Fill me up, Peter”, Nancy gasped. “Fill my cunt. I want all your cum.” He froze up against her. She shot her hands forward, grabbed him by the waist and pulled herself against him, forcing her cunt around as much of his cock as possible to take his spurts deep. He shouted like a man in pain. I saw his buttocks squeezing and knew each flex meant another white glob of his cum was squirting from that big mushroom head into my Nancy’s sweet pussy, glob on top of glob. “Hot cum”, Nancy whispered hoarsely. “I feel your hot cum.”

Peter pulled his softening cock from Nancy’s pussy, cum still dripping from its slit. He lowered himself to the mat beside us. Nancy turned to him and gave him a long kiss with her open mouth working against his. My cock had been drooling against her lower back all through their fuck and I was wild to get it in her. “Get on your knees, sweetie, and hold his cock in your mouth. I’ll get behind you.” Nancy rose and insinuated her way between Peter’ big thighs. I saw her lift his soft, very wet cock from his ball sack and lower her mouth over the whole thing. Her move had, of course, put her glorious white cheeks up in the air in a very inviting way. I knelt between her smooth calves and, holding her left hip with one hand, I steered my raging boner to her pussy slit which I could see was puffed open and leaking a mix of Peter’ cum and her juice. I tapped the brown star of her anus with my cock, ran it up and down her slit and, planting my mushroom in her just-fucked pussy mouth, I shoved. Whew. She was so much slacker than for a first fuck, hot and wet and I slipped right in to the hilt, pushing my pubic hairs against the split in her cheeks.

Nancy pulled her mouth from Peter’ cock. “Oh, yes, baby, fill me again. Fuck my hot pussy the way you do.” I took a few deep breaths to get a grip on myself and began our fuck, pulling out until I saw the corona, then pushing back down and pressing hard at the full in-stroke. I loved looking at her long, brown back, her white cheeks, her glistening asshole, her blonde head now bobbing on Peter’ apparently stiffening cock, my cock, wet from her and Peter, disappearing through her stretched pussy mouth, then slowly reappearing, only to disappear into her dark cunt again. I wet my thumb in my mouth, ran the ball over her anus and then pushed the stiff first joint into her hole. “Oh, God, yeah!” she said. “Do that… do that.” I straightened my thumb and sank the whole thing down through her sphincter into her rectum, something she loved when getting fucked doggy.

We rode like that for a sweet while, me thumb and cock fucking Nancy, she sucking on Peter’ dark, fat dick. He and I exchanged glances occasionally, our eyes full of lust. Then, the inevitable gear shift came. I, too, shortened and speeded my strokes and began slapping into Nancy’s cheeks. As I jammed up against her and felt the orgasm explode in my cock and balls and rush through my body, I saw Nancy’s shoulders colour pink. I grabbed her cheeks hard and felt the thick jets bulging up my tube and out, out, out…into her pussy. But I was aware that she, too, was shouting and I could feel her strong cunt spasming around my cock as if trying to expel it (fat chance). We slumped. Gasping breaths filled the room. “Christ”, she said, “I thought you were going to spurt out of my mouth, you shot it so hard, sweetie.” “Yeah”, I said, “I was so hot for you. You looked so great sucking Peter with my cock between your cheeks.” We lay side-by-side with Nancy in the middle. After a while, Nancy’s hands strayed across our bellies. She wrapped her hands around the shafts of our cocks and began stroking them softly, exploring their heads and tips with her thumbs. Of course, they came up, little by little. “Oh, wow”, she said, “look what I’m doing.” I whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you give Peter a good suck and then sit on it.”

We hadn’t discussed a DP, but I knew now that it was my agenda. Nancy had had her one and only with a friend of ours in his apartment about six months before at the end of a doobie and wine night. I had a full colour sequence in my sexual memory of Nancy astride our friend in the centre of his king-size with his sabre up her pussy and me crouched down behind them, holding her ribcage, and thrusting my cock in and out of her asshole.

In the cab later, she told me that, mentally and physically, it was, so far, the supreme sexual experience of her life. Now, Nancy went down on Peter, between his thighs again, sucking and licking his fully erect cock with her cheeks offered to me. While she had been lying between us, she’d been oozing steadily. There was a shining sex mess from her pussy mouth down into her anal saucer and the skin of her upper cheeks. The mat had a large wet circle where she’d lain. I needed that juice. I gathered it on two fingers, shoved my forefinger into her anus, then worked my middle finger in as well. I finger fucked her sphincter muscle, circling and stretching it. She lifted her head from Peter’ cock. “Take your fingers out, sweetie. I’ve got to fuck this cock”, she said. I pulled my fingers and she took up position above Peter, kneeling straight up with her finger tips steadying his cock below her. I crouched for a good look. She lowered her pussy to his cock head and nestled it in her slit, wiggled a little, got it seated and sat down on it. The big mushroom and a couple of inches of shaft disappeared as Nancy’s cheeks lowered toward his thighs. Beautiful. Hot.

She rose a little and then just sat right down on him, leaving only a half inch of shaft visible above his tight, shaved balls. He was so thick the sides of his cock brushed the lower curve of her cheeks. My baby was fucked again. Nancy bobbed up and down on Peter’ cock several times and I saw that he was squeezing her tits. Then she bent way forward over his left shoulder and I knew we were on the same page. Peter put his arms around Nancy and I took a wide stance straddling them. I crouched down steadying myself with one hand gripping Nancy’s ribcage, one hand holding my cock. I kept lowering until I had the head of my cock lined up with her anus, just above Peter’ balls. I ran the head around her aroused tissues, put it against the tiny hole and pushed forward gently but firmly. Her hole gave way, yawning from the pressure, squeezing the corona of my head as it passed into her sphincter muscle. She let out a big “Oh” as she always did when I entered her ass. I stopped with the head in her sphincter’s grip, then pushed it through into her looser rectum, feeling her sphincter settle around the shaft of my cock. I let go of my cock and took hold of her right ribcage for leverage. A slight pullback…and then I just gave it to her, slowly and steadily until my pubic hair was tickling the top of her crack. All through that slow thrust I could feel the underside of Peter’ cock pressing against the underside of mine through the thin membrane between us. As I landed full in her ass, Nancy came. That fast. Screaming. Peter and I just rode out the storm as she bucked on the two cocks in her. Finally, she said, “Oh my God… two cocks… two cocks… I’ve got two cocks in me.” She had 13″ by 12″ of hard male cock in her two holes… a good stuffing. Holding her firmly in my grip, I started fucking her ass and I could feel Peter pumping as best he could from below. Nancy was the sweet meat in our sandwich and she was consumed by lust. She let out every four letter word in the book…begged us to fuck her… rip her apart… told us over and over how much she loved our fat cocks in her two holes. At one time I saw her sucking three fingers wildly (she told me later that it had come to her that she wanted a third cock to suck and she’d settled for her fingers.) She came a second time… then a third. That third come did me in. I jammed up against her cheeks, froze and screamed out one of the biggest comes of my life deep in my wife’s rectum. As I was returning from space, I felt Peter bucking underneath as his third load of the day jetted into Nancy’s pussy. Whew. After a rest, Nancy and I dressed, hugged Peter and left. Outside the spa, several dozen beautiful people lounged around the pool sipping drinks in the LA sun. God, if they only knew what had just gone on behind the spa door.

Going down in the elevator, Nancy, still looking gorgeous in her white short-shorts and halter… her pussy and ass fucked red and full of cum… said simply, “I could stand a little nap before dinner.”