Mr. X dared my wife to get a massage at home from her sexy masseur. The catch? He also wanted me to be at home. Her e-mail response was so long, and so potentially revolutionary for our marriage, that I’ve chosen to post it in two parts. The first part of her response is here. This is the second part.
Ever heard of a four-handed massage, Mr. X? That’s one for each breast, one for a pussy, and one for the rest of me. Actually, I shouldn’t make it sound like a joke. It all moved very slowly and sensuously for a while, each man really doing their best to give me a good massage, and nobody really making eye contact. I guess we all made it a bit of a joke at first too, but then it was just pure pleasure, and I began to moan uncontrollably again, and they focused on rubbing me everywhere. After a while, as we all became accustomed to the situation, the men took turns rubbing my pussy and my tits. Their fingers, even the masseur’s, began to actually press into me more often, sometimes two or three fingers. Their bodies were getting closer to mine, and my husband even began licking my nipples occasionally. Earlier I had been making the occasional light comment, like “Now this is a massage!” but now it was all very serious.
Then at some point my husband was kneeling on the bed between my legs, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs and leaning closer and closer in. The masseur was on his knees beside my shoulders, kneading the front of my shoulders and then muscles at the top of my chest, then occasionally moving down to gently fondle my breasts. I had completely given myself over. They could have done anything to me. Then I heard my husband softly saying, “You can kiss them if you like.” And so this wonderful masseur did, timidly at first, but then with actual passion, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so overcome with desire. It was all like a dream, and I just wanted to be taken.
As the masseur was growing comfortable with kissing my breasts, then my belly, his hands beginning to move all over me, even down to my pussy to meet my husband’s fingers (incredible!), I felt my husband’s tongue there too, and I almost screamed with pleasure. I looked up into the masseur’s eyes, and I saw that there was no turning back for him either. I put my hand on his shoulder, then on his cheek. I also noticed through his flimsy pants that he was extremely hard, and I could not help myself. I slowly moved my hand over until it was at his crotch and I could feel him big through the fabric. Briefly I glanced up at my husband, who had lifted his face from my dripping pussy. He smiled, and said: “Everything.” I knew I loved him enormously, and now I also really wanted to feel the masseur’s bare cock in my hand.
For all the sexy things you’ve had me do and write, I realize I’m still a little bit shy when it comes to writing about actual sex, particularly sex that was as personal as this. Startled by my hand, the masseur had pulled his face back from my body. He watched me grabbing at him through his pants until my hand was firmly around his cock. My husband watched too. Time seemed to stop and I felt as if a mild orgasm was already rippling through my body. I reached for the drawstring of the pants and slowly pulled it loose. Then I grabbed at the waist of the pants and pulled them down. His cock popped free, close to my face. Funnily I can’t even really remember what it looked like. It was just right for the moment, if that makes sense. I don’t know if it was beautiful or not, but I do know that it was uncircumcised, unlike my husband’s. It wasn’t big or small – again, the perfect size for the moment – and most importantly, it seemed absolutely clean. It was also incredibly hard, and I began to stroke it. We all watched me do this for a minute or so, as if we were waiting to see if this was going to be the right thing to do. Then we all knew that it was right, and my husband’s mouth was at my pussy again, licking fast and furious and leaving me to the masseur’s cock, which I absolutely had to have in my mouth now.
He rose up on one knee then the other so that I could help his pants off. Then my head was coming up and I was leaning into him. He smelled like a mixture of horniness and soap, which pleased me. I stuck out my tongue, practically hyperventilating with what was happening. Then something clicked and I was ready for everything again. I took the head of his penis in my mouth and began to lick it. My excitement must have been gushing into my husband’s face. Slowly I took the masseur’s cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, turning a bit more on my side as he got deeper. Then I was sucking him in regular strokes, as deeply as I could, as his hands ran all over my breasts and back. I wanted him to take off his shirt, and I stopped for a moment to tell him that. I wanted to see him completely naked, and he may have been a bit bewildered by everything, but he truly was a handsome man – in very good shape, with a strong chest and arms and smooth, dark skin. I took him in my mouth again, flipping all the way onto my side as I did, because I wanted to feel the rest of his body with my hands.
Then I was on my knees, between the masseur’s legs. He had lain back on the bed. I was out of my mind. I was sucking and licking him and feeling him all over, one hand still stroking the base of his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my husband standing on the other side of the room watching us. He was taking off his clothes, and when his cock was free he was stroking himself at the sight of us. I don’t think I have ever been so excited as right then.
My husband moved over to the bed again, but behind me so that I couldn’t see him. I felt his hands on my ass, and then his kisses there. I spread my legs slightly as I sucked so that he could stroke my pussy again, and then I felt his cock there teasing my lips with its head. I think I groaned into the masseur’s cock. Then my husband was inside of me, and we both groaned.
It was so perfect, Mr. X! It was absolutely magical. I don’t really know how long we went on like that, but I was sucking and licking, and kissing the masseur’s belly, and my husband was fucking me hard. Everyone seemed to know exactly what to do in every single moment, and we were all in ecstasy. After a while I kissed my way up to to masseur’s chest. We didn’t have a condom nearby for him to maybe fuck me, but I wanted to try kissing him on the mouth. It was so delicious to feel my body against his. I went on stroking him between the pressing of our bodies and kissed him on the mouth as my husband was driving me wild with his cock from behind. We were all ready for an orgasm, and I felt the masseur coming first, his cock swelling then shooting hot liquid up between our bodies. Then I felt my husband growing more insistent at the realization of this, and as I went on kissing the masseur, my husband came inside of me, then sagged down on top of me so that I was sandwiched between the two men. Maybe that was the horniest feeling of the entire experience. I just stretched and wiggled between them.
Slowly we pulled apart from each other until we were separate on the bed, and although I had probably had several little orgasms since the beginning, surprisingly (probably nerves) I hadn’t had that big bang. Lying back in perfect joy, I slowly began fondling myself again. The men, who were on either side of me, eventually revived from their stupors enough to notice this, and then we were back to the massaging – my breasts and my legs, but mostly my pussy, both of them there, rubbing and prodding, until I was screaming out and bucking up and down in a MASSIVE orgasm.
We laughed about it afterwards, and then the masseur, to his credit, realized that we didn’t want a lot of small talk. He went off to the bathroom with his clothes and came back fully dressed and ready to go. I insisted on paying him and flounced up out of bed to find some money (his come still on my belly!). I could sense the men admiring me, and that made me happy. Then I shook the masseur’s hand with a smile, and he left. My husband and I went off to the shower together, and then back to bed. Are you surprised that we didn’t stop for dinner that night?
Mr. X, I’ve been sitting here typing for two hours, and I realize I’ve practically written a book, but you deserved a proper update and I’m going to want to keep the memory of this experience for a long, long time.
So thank you, Mr. X! A thousand times thank you! What more can I say? Thank you forever!
Your eternally devoted and completely massaged me