Massage My Wife

My attractive and straight-laced wife of eight years just

reach 36 and her sexual desires are increasing.

One of our new pleasures is keeping her pussy clean-

shaven. About once a month, I gladly do the honors while

she is spread across my desk. She likes the feel of her

lips rubbing together as she walks.

Recently, while rubbing her back after a shave, I

jokingly suggested I find a masseur that makes house

calls. I was surprised and excited when she was receptive

to the idea.

When she saw how interested I was in making it happen,

she said she would be getting a massage out of the deal

but wanted to know what was in it for me. I took a chance

and divulged that the thought of watching another man put

his hands all over her made me hot. She handled that well

so I then suggested finding someone to give her a nude,

full body massage.

She was both apprehensive and intrigued by the thought

and agreed to it as long as I was in the same room. Was

she kidding? Same room? Hell, I wouldn't miss it for the

world!

There are no sensual massage parlors in this town so I

settled for a professional from the phone book.

He came to the house and gave her a good massage but

followed the "proper" rules of only exposing from under

her sheet the portion of her nude body he was working on

at a given time. Afterward, when she said it was a

pleasant experience, I was honest with her and told her I

had fun watching but was disappointed that he never saw

or touched her large white breasts or cute ass.

I was one happy and horny guy when she said, "Well, we

can always keep trying new guys until we find one that

suits us both."

I took her to bed and the sex was hotter than ever. I

knew then she was turned on by our new game and had

practically said "OK, another man can see and touch all

of me."

So the search was on. I had a green light to find a man

to explore, I mean, "massage" my wife. But where should I

look? It finally occurred to me to check out the nearby

nudist resort I had visited years ago where I had always

met nice folks, singles and couples.

A few days later I told my wife I had invited a nice

fellow named Ray to dinner and that he specialized in

erotic massages. With wide eyes and a mischievous smile

she asked what an erotic massage was. "Well, let's just

say it means hands and possibly fingers everywhere."

Before she could react I suggested having Ray to dinner

so they could meet and then she could decide about the

massage. I was delighted when she just said, "Okay, call

and ask him if he likes steak and potatoes."

The day finally came and dinner was great with the three

of us feeling relaxed and comfortable. My wife was

radiant and I was proud and turned on by what she had

chosen to wear, a white, slightly see-through silk blouse

that subtly exposed her lacy bra underneath and a short,

black skirt. She has never worn panties and this night

was no exception.

Though I sensed she felt okay about Ray, I was still

surprised when, while clearing the dishes, she asked him

if he was up to giving a massage. "Love to!" Ray said, so

he and I set up the massage table I had rented while she

dimmed the lights, lit candles and put on some soft

music.

I love what happened next. She didn't excuse herself and

return to the den in a robe as we had previously

discussed. Instead, she stood before Ray and I sitting on

the sofa, smiled at me and asked, "Is it okay if I

disrobe here?" I couldn't get "Yes!" out of my mouth

quick enough.

She first pulled down her skirt and slowly folded it,

which allowed us time to admire her long shapely legs

that disappeared under her shirttail. The buttons of her

blouse came next and since she was pantiless below, I

knew that in seconds her shirt would be off exposing her

hairless pussy to our guest.

Upon removing the blouse, there was my wife, standing two

feet from us wearing only her white lace bra. Ray was

enjoying the show and wasn't shy about staring at her

smooth mound and bare lips. She gently placed the blouse

over the back of a chair then reached back, unhooked the

bra and removed it allowing her 36 double D breasts to

take their share of our attention.

We complimented her beauty as Ray helped her onto the

table. She pleasantly surprised me again by asking Ray if

he would like to disrobe as well. Ray looked at me, got

my approval, and shed his clothes.

I saw my wife steal a glance at his member, which was

erect from her striptease. She lay on her stomach and I

quietly and appreciatively watched them fulfill my

fantasy of seeing my wife totally nude and massaged by

another man. Ray used plenty of oil and took his time,

beginning at her feet and slowly working his way up to

her shapely bottom rising invitingly on the table.

When there, he spent plenty of time caressing and

kneading her buns, separating them more and more with

each stroke of his strong hands. She later told me that

the gentle pulling and separation of her buns began

turning her on. Ray massaged my wife's back and asked her

to turn over.

I could hardly contain my pleasure seeing her there on

her back allowing this man she had just met to check out

her charms. He again started at her feet but it wasn't

long before his lubricated hands were skimming across her

mound and outer lips of her bald cunt. My wife laid there

with a smile on her face letting out an occasional moan

of approval.

But soon after Ray began concentrating on her mound and

breasts, alternating between them, her hips started

rising and falling ever so slightly. My idea she was

starting to really enjoy his hands was confirmed when she

bent the knee of her left leg and moved it away from her

other leg to allow him easier access to her now wet and

swollen lips.

This guy was good! He recognized the invitation and began

massaging her clit with his right hand while pinching and

rolling her nipples with his left. My wife was obviously

enjoying herself and bent her right leg, opening up to

Ray even more. Then came her soft words toward him I will

never forget. "Would you put one or two fingers inside?"

she asked. That was it, I was in heaven! This was all too

good to be true!

Ray said, "Certainly," and applied more oil to his hands

and continued loving her breasts with his left hand while

slowly inserting a finger between my wife's inner lips. A

few strokes later he added a second finger and was soon

extending both inside her as far as possible. My wife was

in ecstasy and had reached a frenzied level of

excitement. Her hips were rising to meet his thrusts as

she raised both knees and spread her legs wide for him.

She slipped her right hand from her side to Ray's stomach

and down to his now rock hard cock that was sticking

straight out just above the tabletop. I watched from a

chair I had placed at the head of the table as she

gripped this other man's shaft and began jerking him off

in perfect time to his powerful hand that was pleasuring

her cunt.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently as I

place my lips on hers and thrust my tongue in her mouth.

She sucked on it hungrily before breaking away, then

moved her mouth to my ear and asked me the hottest

question I'd ever heard.

"Will you let him screw me?" she asked. I smiled and told

her that I wanted him to screw her. My reply to her

question seemed to send her to a new level of passion. I

looked up to Ray who was obviously enjoying the hand job

and motioned him onto the table.

My wife never lost her grip on his cock as he quickly

climbed between her spread legs for her to guide him into

her. She grimaced in pleasure and wrapped her arms and

legs around him as he buried his meat in her. Ray began

with slow, long strokes and Bev writhed in her first

orgasm when he gradually got more forceful.

She and I continued to kiss as I kept a firm grip on her

hair and Ray pounded away at her cunt. He kept fucking

her hard until filling her cunt as she came again. Her

back was arched, her eyes were closed and she was

moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me!" in a guttural tone.

We both thoroughly enjoyed the experience and still get

off on reliving the scene as we fuck. She is now excited

and opened to exploring my other fantasy of dressing her

scantily to play hostess for my buddies on poker night.

She knows this fantasy leads to fucking some or all of

them.