Best erotic massage ever!

I was approaching my thirtieth birthday, and I was depressed and feeling old because I was leaving my blissful twenties and entering into uncharted territory. My husband Jack was concerned over my sadness, and he came up with a birthday present idea for me that he hoped would lift my spirits up, and so the story goes. “Honey, Jack said, “I am going to treat you to something special on your birthday tomorrow.” “And what would that be, Jack?” I asked. “I want you to enjoy a relaxing two-hour full body massage. I’ve been checking Craigslist and I found an interesting one in here, and I already called it and set up an appointment,” Jack went on saying. “Craigslist? Honey, I would rather go to a professional massage parlor.” “Honey, for what I have in mind, professional massage parlors don’t do.” “Oh, Jack. I know what you’re up to. You’re such a dog! You want to watch, don’t you?” “Honey, you know what I like. It’s not the first time I’ve enjoy watching you in the hands of another man.” “Seven times to be exact. Do you want me to give you the dates,” I played sarcastically. “That won’t be necessary. I have it all up here in my head. So, will you accept my present?” he asked. “Tell me a little but about this masseur first.” “Well, he sounded great over the phone. He had a deep masculine voice and he sounded quite professional.” “Yes, but did you talk to him about what you have in mind?” I asked. “I did, and nothing is off the table.” “You mean even letting this man fuck me if I would agree to it?” “Like I said, nothing is off the table.” I smiled and said, “Sure, why not? It might be fun.” “That’s my girl,” my husband agreed. On the night of the appointment, I dressed in nothing more than a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and a pair of tennis shoes. I didn’t bother wearing underwear since I was going for a full-body massage. The less I had to take off, the better I liked it. Jack put the masseur’s address in our GPS, and we drove across town to the destination. However, the part of town this address was in was seedy at best, a lot of drugs and crime, prostitution. It was a scary section of town, and I wouldn’t want to travel there alone. We went down a couple of side streets and ended up in an old trailer park. The masseur told my husband over the phone that he was located on lot 27. All we had to do was find lot 27. That proved to be fun, since more than half the trailer lots didn’t even have numbers on them. Finally we did find his lot. It was one that was down towards the far end of the street and still had a number on it. Jack parked across the street from the single-wide trailer, and we assessed what we were looking at. “It looks kind of shabby, Jack. What do you think?” I asked. “Yeah…well, you can’t judge a book by its cover,” he said and reached into the center console and pulled out a tightly wrapped doobie. He fired it up, took a big toke and handed it across to me. I took a toke and back and forth it went. Jack knows how I get when I smoke weed. It turns me into a slut. Seriously, I’m like a total different person, and Jack really likes that part of me. We smoked it down to a roach, and after we filled the car up with smoke we got out and stood in the wind for a few minutes so we wouldn’t smell like a couple of pot heads. I was feeling a pretty good buzz, but after the amount of weed that I smoked I knew it would creep up on me even stronger later. Those kind of highs take me to another planet, especially when sex is involved. We walked up the wooden steps to the side door and knocked. A few seconds later the door opened, and I was fearing the worst, something like an old balding man with a beer belly. What I got instead was a strapping young man in his early twenties greeting us at his door. “You must be, Jack,” he said. “Please come inside,” he added and opened the door wider to let us in. “And this is Renee, the lovely wife that you spoke of,” he said as he turned to face me. “I’m Antonio, and I am at your service. Your husband tells me that he wants to treat you with something special on your birthday. Well, first let me say, Happy Birthday, and then let me tell you that you will not be disappointed.” The man was charming, and matching his dark skin, he had a Latin accent that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I didn’t bother to ask. After a short discussion in getting better acquainted, it was time for us to embark towards the rear of the trailer where he had his massage room set up. The room itself was dark wood paneled and much warmer than the rest of the trailer. I began to feel my skin perspire the moment we walked into it. He had a table set up with incense, oils and towels. There were candles in all four corners of the room. There was a chair in the corner of the room, some hangers on a rod, some nice music coming from the ceiling speakers, and a well-padded massage table sat at the center of the room. “You can undress and hang your clothes on the hanger rod, then relax on the table. You can let your husband cover you with a towel if you like,” Antonio instructed before he left Jack and me with a private moment to prepare. “Go ahead baby, get those clothes off,” Jack said as he started taking his clothes off as well. “Jack, are you planning on joining in on the fun?” I asked. “Hell yes! You don’t think I’m going to let him have you all to himself on your thirtieth birthday, do you?” “I’m glad you’re feeling that way. A threesome sounds good to me,” I said as I was taking off the last of my clothes. “Well, we have to get past the massage first. I want you to enjoy that part just as much.” I lay face down on the table, and that doobie that Jack and I smoked in the car really started racing to my head, maybe a little bit too fast. I started perspiring more, and my head was getting dizzy. “Do you want me to cover your ass with a towel?” I heard Jack say. “No, I don’t want anything on me right now,” I murmured. “What’s wrong baby?” “I’m stoned. Fuck, I can’t even move,” I told him. “Ha,” Jack laughed, “that’s good. Just relax.” Just then, we heard three light taps on the door, and Antonio asked if it was okay to come in. “Yes, we’re all good in here,” Jack answered. Antonio came in and saw me bare ass naked, lying on the table. “Ah, I see you are ready for a good treatment, Renee.” Then he looked over at Jack and saw him sitting naked in the chair and Antonio laughed, “I see you are ready too, Mister Jack!” “I figure we can give her a four-handed treatment after you loosen her up a bit,” Jack implied and pulled an extra hundred from his wallet and held it up to Antonio. Smiling, Antonio reached for it and said, “Anything for you, Mister Jack.” I didn’t know why he called my husband Mister Jack. I guessed it was a part of his native culture. I didn’t bother to ask. At that point I was feeling too stoned to even speak! After a moment or two the massage began with gentle pressure starting from my shoulders down to my feet. It felt nice, relaxing. While he stood at the foot of the table, he started at my left foot with gentle squeezes and pressure and moved up my leg and followed my body all around doing the same to each arm and back to the other foot. It felt so relaxing; I nearly fell asleep. Then he started working gently on my foot and leg, applying oil as needed to keep my skin soft and supple. When his hands left my calf and moved up my thigh, I gave a soft moan to the feel of his hands working in soft circles. During this, his fingers lightly brushed against my most intimate of places, giving me a sensual spark, then moving to finish off my leg and spend some time on my derriere. Yes, Antonio was doing a very good job of relaxing me, and at the same time the sexy Latin hunk was doing a better job of stimulating my sex. As the massage continued, Antonio positioned himself to where his leg and crotch was touching my hand. He moved to allow me to feel his cock through his shorts. I wasn’t sure if my husband could notice it or not, but I let Antonio know that I wasn’t shy to give him a little squeeze of approval. During this moment of touching Antonio’s cock, I spread my legs more as I was getting into the butt massage. My husband enjoyed watching and started growing an erection in response to watching the man’s hands kneading my ass like a well-oiled dough ball. Antonio moved up to my back. More oil was applied, and the soft and tender pressure and kneading continued. After a short while my shoulders were worked in tandem followed by long strokes along my back and bottom. As the massage moved up my right side, my husband came over to add his hands into the mix. Both men stood on opposite sides of the table and now I had four hands caressing and kneading my body. I was in fucking heaven! He men heard me purring in a blissful state. My husband worked his way down my side to my legs, and my husband worked my legs while Antonio worked on my back. As they continued to massage me, both men focused on ensuring my body complete sensual care and attention. From what they could see and hear, I was in absolute bliss. It was what I could best describe as a holistic experience riding on an herbal high. I was ready for more, and I took the massage to its next level when I reached out and cupped each man’s balls in my hands. “Please take your shorts off for me, Antonio,” I sweetly insisted. Antonio was more than happy to oblige. For a short while I lay on my tummy, groping and stroking the two men on either side of the table. And by now, the three of us were completely aroused. When I let go of the men, Jack moved down to my feet and gave them a sensuous massage while he watched Antonio working the finer point of my inner thighs, paying special attention to my crease and my moist lips, which felt splendid to me, and for Jack, tantalizing to watch. The way Antonio was touching my pussy was making my brain juicy, and I reached for his cock again. He had a really big dick, and it excited me just to hold it. I think it excited my husband just as much to watch me going for it. Antonio asked me to roll onto my back, and I had to let go of his cock to do so. It was time for more work to be done, this time on my front. My nipples were showing themselves as hard as pebbles when I rolled over. When my nipples get that way they are extremely sensitive and I felt eager for Antonio to work his magic on my tits. Jack made his way up and gave me a nice long kiss on the lips and asked how I was enjoying the massage. My response was a long and slow purr with, “It is fabulous.” “I love you, baby. I want you to feel like a goddess,” he said. “I love you too, honey. You’re my King,” I returned. The massage continued with some good-sized hot stones placed on my chest just below my collarbone to give some pressure and warmth to my body as the work to be done now has moved to my legs with the utmost tenderness and care. Jack became a spectator again as he watched Antonio work on me. Antonio gently pulled my legs open and started massaging my pussy with long, easy strokes, causing me to purr like a pussycat. My hubby looked on with amazement as he could see me falling into a pit of bliss. Antonio slipped two fingers into my vagina and massaged my walls by turning his hand one way and the other. “Oh yes,” I moaned as I thrilled to the feel of his fingers. “Antonio, come here,” I said to him as I fought for my breath. Antonio left his duties behind and came to stand next to my head. The height of the table was in perfect parallel with his cock. I turned my head sideways and took him into my mouth. I heard Antonio moan as I ran my tongue around his bulbous knob, and I heard my husband say, “Oh yeah, baby. That’s my little slut. Show me what you can do.” With my husband’s urgings I took Antonio to the back of my throat and started bobbing my head back and forth in trying to devour as much of his cock as I possibly could. He had a tasty cock, and I really enjoyed sucking it. In the meantime, my husband leaned in between my legs and started licking my pussy. Because I was enjoying the pleasure of two men, my passion was soaring. My heart was beating two-hundred times a minute. I began to writhe as my husband’s tongue battered my clit and Antonio’s hands were massaging my tits and teasing my nipples. I was getting to the point that I could feel an orgasm coming on. A short period later my dam burst, and I flooded Jack’s face with my hot juices. Jack, being the loving husband that he is, licked me up nice and clean before he stood up and watched me still busy at sucking Antonio’s cock. I could feel Antonio’s cock growing thicker and more ridged. I knew if I kept it up I might end up drinking his load. Not that I would have minded it, but I wanted to get laid, and I wanted his cum inside my pussy when he finished. I stopped sucking him and asked him if he would fuck me. Antonio looked over at my husband and Jack gave him a smile and a nod. Antonio climbed onto the table and mounted me. A few light passes along the length of my slit and he pressed into my tight hole. “Oh, yes…” I hissed as I felt his cock expanding my walls to accommodate his girth. “Keep it hard for me honey,” I said to my husband who was watching the penetration as it was happening. “You're next.” My husband always took great pleasure in watching me getting fucked by another man. He likes to watch another man’s cock moving in and out of my pussy. It turns him on to watch our bodies move and hear us sounding out the pleasure and enjoyment. He likes the look of passion on my face and the sweat that our bodies make when we race for an orgasm. I had another orgasm since Antonio first buried his cock inside of me. He pounded me at a fast pace, and I webbed him in my arms and legs as I begged him to fuck me harder still. “Oh Antonio, I am going to come again!” I screamed and my body quaked once more and I creamed all around his cock, making him an even slicker channel that he continued to stab. He was not far away and I said, “I want you to come inside of me, Antonio. I want you to fill my pussy with your hot cum. Come on, baby…give it to me.” I constricted my pussy tightly around his cock when I said this. “O-o-oh,” I heard him groan and felt his body jerk. “EEE-ahhh,” he cried out when he reached the top of his climb and released. His cum surged into my pussy at least a half dozen times before he collapsed on top of me. It felt good, sexy, but not quite complete. I waited until he softened and pulled out. “Okay, honey… get over here,” I spoke as soon as Antonio got up from the table. “Turn over baby,” Jack said as he approached the table. “I’m gonna take you doggie-style.” As I turned over and got on all fours, I could feel Antonio’s semen already leaking out of me and drifting down my thighs. Jack hopped up on the foot of the table and made his way to me. With one swift thrust he buried his bone to the hilt. “Damn, baby, your cunt is slick as hell. He must have really filled you up. You’re such a slut baby. You got all that man’s cum inside you now. How’s it make you feel?” he said as he fucked me slowly from behind. “Oh baby, it makes me feel dirty all over. You know I like it hot and dirty. Yes baby, I do feel like a dirty little slut right now. Oh, fuck me baby. Spank my ass and fuck me good!” I spouted off with eagerness. Antonio stood by looking amused as Jack reddened the cheeks of my ass with the palm of his hand while he gave me an angry fucking. “Oh, punish me baby!” I cried out at one point. Other times I was begging him not to stop. I didn’t achieve an orgasm that time, but Jack sure did and mixed it in real good with Antonio’s dump. When it was over, I was also coming down from my high. Thinking clearly, I thanked Jack for giving me the most erotic night we had in some time and I told him that I loved him. When we were leaving, Antonio stopped me at the door while Jack was heading down wooden steps. “Mister Jack, would you mind if I had a word with your wife before you leave. I just want to tell her how much I enjoyed this night.” “I’ll be waiting in the car, Renee,” Jack responded. Antonio pulled me back into the trailer and kissed me. I was surprised by it, and by instinct I tried to push him away. But he kept smothering my lips until I just went with it. “Why did you do that?” I asked after we came up for air. “Because, I have never been with anyone like you before. You’re beautiful, sexy, and seductive. I like the way you sucked my cock, and your pussy is magnificent,” he said all in a single breath. “I’m glad you think so and I’ll take it all as a compliment. Is that all you wanted to tell me?” “No,” he said. “Here is my card. I want you to call me. We can make a time to meet without your husband.” “You’re asking me to cheat on my husband? I don’t think that’s going to happen,” I said and tried handing the card back to him. But he insisted that I keep just in case I change my mind someday. I forgot all about that card and rediscovered it in my box of business cards six months later. Jack was off on a week long business trip at the time. Well, it had been six months since my last massage. Maybe I was due for another appointment. Just a massage, nothing else, so I told myself.