Well, I have to say I tried. Really...I did...but it was useless in the end, thanks again to my wife.
What am I talking about, you ask? What did I try? To avoid going anywhere near Heather, my wifes friend and massage buddy. This is not to say it was easy, mind you. After the mind blowing expereince I had when visiting my wifes scrapbook social, I made it top priority to never put my self in that position again. After all, who wants to fuck up a perfectly good marriage?
If you will recall, at the end of my last story my wife suggested I try Heathers full service at her home where she opperated her business. Well, as fate would have it, in spite of all my precautions, I found myself in her parlor one rainy, muggy July day.
It happened like this. I received a call from my wife asking if I could meet her to let her use the car. Hers was in shop and she had been out with friends shopping and having funbut the gang had lives and eventually had to call it quits. Knowing I was in the area, she called. I asked where she was.
"Heathers place."
"Oh really? Thought you were out with Tammy and Elley?"
Yeah, she replied, she had been but they split and dropped her off at Heathers for an appointment while they headed home. Could I meet her?
I replied that I would be there in 10 and hung up.As I headed there, memories flooded my head. Heather's magic fingers kneading the muscles in my neck, shoulders, back...the feel of her hand on my cock with the party just feet away....the texture of her wet pussy lips as they engulfed my fingers.
Realising that such thoughts made me a rather serious road hazard, I cleared my mind with an effort.After all, try explaining that to a cop! (Sorry I was driving so funky, officer. I had a hard on and my zipper has chaffing.)
Anyhoo, After dodging some shopping area traffic, I found myself pulling up in front of her place. Looking at the dash clock I saw it was still a few minutes before my wife was done. I got out of the car and walked up to the door. Knowing that the front door was unloicked, I let myself in, expecting to find my wife waiting or paying Heather for her services, or chatting about their mutual love of scrapbooking. I opened up, went inside, and saw no one. The front room was empty, no one occupying the comfy couch or other furniture.
I was about to call out when I heard the music coming in from the other room. At first I thought it was the radio, but then I realised it was Heathers "work music". You know, the light, airy stuff most people refer to as spa music. My wife was still getting her massage. Ok, so my clock was fast.
I quietly made my way down the hall way towards the source of the sound, finding the door to the room open. Not wanting to desturb the session (after all, even with a friends discount, Heather was still pricey) I slowed to a stop by the door and peeked in. My eyes had to adjust for the low light of the room, down for the effective atmosphere, but as the hallway was darker still, I adjusted quickly.
Realised that I could hear my wife moaning contentedly as Heather worked her magic, I angled for a better veiw and my heart skipped a beat. My wife was laying on her back as Heather worked her shoulders and chest area. The towel was laying across her belly, but the angle of the table allowed me to see between her legs and notice that while the towel may have hid her lightly furred mound and her full lips from Heather, I could see everything.
As I drank in the sight that I had never tired of in over 14 years Heathers hands began to slide lower. Soon, her hands enveloped and began to caress my wifes full ripe brests. Thinking that I was seeing something normal (hey, I'm a guy,what do I know about day spa massages?), I never the less found myself getting a serious hard on. My eyes were glued to the scene as her hands slid around and under those amazing tis... carresing them...lifting them...squeesing them. My wife moaned slightly as Heathers thumbs rubbed across her nipples, arousing them and causnig them to grow hard.
I then saw my wifes hand slip under her towel. My eyes followed as her hand appeared underneath and her legs parted slightly. My cock nearly ripped a hole in my jeans as she began to rub her mound, her full meaty lips parting, obviously moist from the excitment she felt. Her finger slipped between and I heard her moan again as her finger slid up along her slit till she found her clit...
I stood there in a moment of suspended time. My lungs and heart seem to forget their function. My eyes were glued onto her hand as it rubbed her lightly furred cunt. Her fingers picked up a rythym as she rubbed her swollen clit while Heather worked her magic. As Heather came to mind, I glaced up to see if she was still on my wifes breast....she was...and looking right at me!
A wink and a small smile let me know that I could stay. Her hands never stopped as my wifes sighs and moans became more urgent. My cock was begging for relief and I was just beginning to rub it and undo my fly to set it free, when the bloody phone rang....loudly it seemed.
We all jumped and I slipped back up the hall as Heather answered the phone in a pleasant business tone that hinted at nothing that had happened. While she was still on the phone, I saw my wife come out and ask if I had been their long. I was replying that , no I had not, when Heather came out, all smiles and business, acting like she had not known I was there.
I made ready to leave while my wife was paying when I heard her ask if I wanted to stay and have Heather give me the full massage she had suggested a couple weeks ago at her party. Heather said she was free and my wife, without really asking if I wanted to, decided I needed it and said she would be back in 2 hours, or earlier if I called.
"Enjoy yourself" was the last thing I heard as she shut the front door...
"Well, looks like your stuck with me for a bit" Heather chuckled as I looked at my wife drive away through the front window. " Would you care to get comfy while I make a couple of calls?"
I grunted assent as she lead me down the hall and too the room my wife was just in. I looked at her and asked what she needed me to do. I was instructed to strip naked and lay on the table with the towel over my middle. "Just relax and I will be there in a minute."
I did as instructed, taking off shirt, undoing my belt, bottun and fly as I got out of my pants. I placed them beside my shirt and just stood there in my boxers.
I could hear Heather as she conducted business on the phone in the front room, but my mind was back in this room 30 minutes before, seeing my wife's finger slipping between those thick lips, rubbing her clit as she built to a climax.
I could still see the dampness of her excitment as Heather gently massaged her tits and my cock surged to life, poking out of my boxers, demanding attention and reminding me that the shorts had to go. I slid them off and, hearing her wrap up her call, got onto the table, laying on my stomach in hope that the thorbbing erection would subside so I wouldnt make a circus tent with the towel.
I lay quietly .listyening to the music play, when suddenly I became aware of her soft footfalls as she entered the room. She paused at her counter,doing a few things with her equipment and entering something in her Ipad, chatting all the while. Then she asked if I was ready , and after a yes fromme, began to work her magic again.
I learned two things right then. First, that my memory did not do her justice, and second, that my cock remembered her just fine. Her hands began kneading my scalp, and then worked down to my neck and slowly began performing miracles on my shoulders. Before I knew it, I was moaning slightly and relaxing in ways I hadn't thought possible.
As time passed, her hands visited everyplace from the back to my toes. I was in heaven and oblivious to the rest of the world. Perhaps that is why I didn't fight it when she spread my legs apart ,massaging my inner thighs, and then her hand rubbed my exposed balls!
I have always had a fondness for the special way my wife has paid attention to the less pleasureable (for her) part of my sex. her kisses and gentle rubbing sends me over the edge. So when heather did the same thing, before I could even think, I let out a a low groaning "ohhhh yeah".
Her hand frose for a second.Had I scared her? Was she having second thoughts? I had a moment of panic, thenI felt her repeat her action, her oiled fingers gliding over my sensitive scrotum in a way tha caused my back to arch.
She touched my thigh in a way that told me to raise my hips....I obeyed instantly, my thick cock full and swinging under me as she cupped my nuts. I was on cloud 9. Couldn't belive what was happening, and loving it when her hand slipped up and grasped my throbbing cock!
Her hand began to slide along my shaft , stroking me as I moaned, completely helpless with pleasure. I could feel the familiar pressure building as prayed that I wouldn't cum yet. This just couldnt end now!!
I glaced over and noticed that she was in a robe, loosely tied at the waist. As she leaned over, stroking my hard shaft, I got a glorious view of her tits as they swung free inside the velvet material. she looked up and saw me looking....our eyes met and she smiled.
I rolled over,allowing my cock to spring free and stand at attention. She smiled again and continued her ministrations. As she did, I slid my hand over and inside her robe, feeling her soft, warm skin under my trembling finger tips.I slid them up....up...slowly up till I felt the light fur that told me I had arrived. My fingers could feel the plump mound made by soft, full lips as they begin to slide along her very damp slit.
Her hand stopped in mid stroke as her lips parted and surrounded my gently exploring finger....I slid up along her slit till I felt the firm flesh of her engorged clit. Her hand began to stroke again as I rubbed her button with the pad of my thumb the way my wife loved so well. As I set into a rythym, her stroking took on a new vigor.
I groaned as her well oiled strokes sent me to levels of pleasure I hadn't known existed. Perhaps it was the illicitness of it, the very erotic nature of things considered "taboo", or perhaps I was just beyond fucking horny, but as she stroked, one thought permiated my lust hazed brain: I gotta fuck this pussy!!
I looked up as my hand slowed and stopped, my eyes meeting hers and as if two identical, unspoken pleas were passed between us, I slowly got up and stood before her, embracing her, her arms pulling me into her luscious body. I sighed as I savored the warm firmness of her breasts as the pressed hard into my torso, our embrace trapping a very hard dick between us.Reluctantly, it seemed, she drew back from me, took my hand, gave a soft, almost shy smile as she led me from the room. we crossed the hall and entered her bedroom.
There was a pause, a calm before the storm, it seemed, then with a wimpering moan, she threw herslf into my arms and kissed me hard. Our lips parted and our tounges dueled as we stumbled towards the bed. She broke off as her legs met the matress, getting on it and laying back, her legs spread and her pink, wet pussy lips parted, giving an invitation I had no intention of refusing.
I crawled on the bed between her legs as her hands grsped my throbbing cock. looking me deep in the eyes, she rubbed my engorged head along her slippery lips as they parted and engulfed it. Foreplay was over. She wanted to fuck. I felt my head nestle in the warm folds of her opening, and with a low groan, I sank in deep.
Her pussy was not virgin tight but oh, what a nice , snug fit. I felt every ripple of flesh as her walls slide along my shaft sa I plunged deeper, gripping me in a hot velvety embrace. I sank to the hilt, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of her vaginal muscles gripping me, squeezing me cock as if this were another of her massages. I loved the moment but deeper urges soon took over and I slowly pulled my cock partly out...pausing....then sinking in again...pulling out....sinking in...and out...and in as I began to fuck her pussy.
It was not long before her hips rising to meet my thrusts created a steady rythym,our breathing deepening, and moans becoming more urgent. The air was filled with the scent of sex, and the sounds of slapping skin. MMy thrust became stronger and deeper, as I felt the familiar pressure building inside me. I was going to cum. Throwing caution to the wind, I braced myself as best I could on the bouncing matress, and slammed into her hard and fast. Her moans became cries of lust and pleasure, mingeling with my own as we began to peak.
Not wanting it to end, but unable to control it any longer, I erupted deep inside her, pouring out my cum like white hot lava, filling her, till it leaked out along my still thrusting shaft. She groaned softly as I begand to slow and eventually stop, pulling out of her as our combined juices ran out over her now red lips.
I recognised the sound at once. It was the same groan of frustration that only comes from almost hitting your peek and then having to stop. I looked at her as she lay there, eyes closed, a soft smile on her face, and decided to do what I did when my wife was in the same place. Slowly I leaned down, and with out any hesitation, I began to slide my tounge along her wet slippery lips, up along her slit till I arrived at ehr swollen clit as it protruded from between her meaty folds. Her scent filled my head, the taste of our juices on my tounge as I began to lick and massage her clit, swirling it around and gently sucking it.
It didn't take but a minute of this and her hand came down on my head as she let out a cry and came hard, grinding her crotch into my face. Her body shook , almost spasming, as her climax hit her, releasing all the pentup energy of the previous hour. As she came back down, she drew me up and I lay next to her. Our arms wrapped each other tightly, our bodies, hot and sweaty, rubbed and touched.
I had just looked at the time when I heard my phone ring. Staggering over to the other room, I got it before the voicemail picked it up.
"Hey, babe, you two about done?"
"Yeah, we're done. Ready when you are."
"Well, I am going to be a while longer. Macy's had a sale and the line is out the door. Can you stand hanging the for another hour? I promise to make it up to you."
My only warning that Heather had snuck in behind me was her hand sliding around and gently massaging my cock.
"Um, sure, Babe. Thats fine. I will just chill here till you come. Call me and I will meet you outside."
Hanging up, I relayed what was happening to her as her hands worked magic.
"Another hour stuck with you? Wow....what could we possibly do to pass the time?"
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