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 fingerskneading the muscles in my kneck, shoulders, back...the feel of her hand on my cock whith 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...
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