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Massage Parlor Trip

My wife, Mrs. V, decided we needed to get an erotic couples massage. We've both enjoyed many massages over the years. Hot stone, deep tissue, etc. However, after watching tons of porno-centric massages, she thought it was time to get a massage that was going to stretch the limits of the law and as it turns out, her pussy too. We had to find masseuses that met our needs. This was not easy. Anyone who says it is, is either lying or isn't to concerned about being arrested. First, a little online searching showed that there are thousands of ladies that give "massages." Many look to good to be true and are a little forward in their advertising. Not being interested in a night in jail, we avoided many that looked like a police sting. Second, and this was the near impossible task, finding a male masseuse for her. The industry is female. Great for me, but my wife wanted a straight man or at least a man that acted straight. She wasn't getting her hair done; she wasn...

Pen 1 Sword 1

The curtain calls I occasionally use in my stories are my way of showing appreciation to others for various courtesies, which sometimes include an astute critique that I use for improvement. William Shakespeare once wrote, "The pen is mightier than the sword." As someone who once faced a sword-bearing warrior while a member of the Special Forces, I can tell you I greatly disagreed with Mr. Shakespeare at that moment. Fortunately for me at the time, I also held a sword in my hand, or else I wouldn't be here today writing this. So I was one up on The Bard when life jumped in and handed Mr. Shakespeare a cheap win. The fountain pen was invented in 1827, in France. The first ballpoint pen patent came 61 years later, in 1888. Throughout the latter half of the 20th century and into the 21st century, pens have been used to great success as simple marketing tools. Even in this day and age where cellphones rule, many companies still put their names on pens to get their ...

Massage Wife: 3

Jill had taken the job at the massage studio to make some pocket money, her husband worked away a lot, and although things were good between them she needed to get out. She was 34, had long brown hair, a nice firm 35c bust, and stood 5 feet 7 inches in stockinged feet. Jill had her fair share of whistles from workmen as she walked down the shops, and liked the attention. She dressed sexy but casual, she didn't want it to look like she was leading anybody on, as much as she'd like to. The massage studio was run by an older man called Dan. He was in his late 40's but still had a fine body, muscles in all the right places, and little grey streaks in his light hair. Jill thought this made him look distinguished. On the walls of the studio were diplomas from all the top academies in the country. Dan was obviously well qualified and had a steady flow of customers, mainly female. Jill got on well with him and the first few weeks went by quickly. It was at the end of the f...

Massaging Judy

Judy and I had become casual guests of a swingers club in a fairly exclusive area on the outskirts of the city. On an occasional Friday or Saturday night, we would head to the Fantasy Exchange where we would co-mingle with a dozen or so other couples to either be spectators or, on some occasions, active participants. Most of the couples at the Fantasy Exchange were younger than us, mid-20s to mid-40s, most of them being quite attractive and definitely fit. Judy loved to watch the hard bodies of the young men and usually found it nearly impossible to keep her hands off these gorgeous hunks with thick cocks. On one Saturday evening, our hosts Beth and Sean announced that the Fantasy Club would be holding a special session for women only on the following Wednesday. Men were not be admitted with the exception of the partner of the woman who would be chosen as the "massage student." Well, being one never to pass up the chance of receiving an erotic, sensual massage, Judy ra...