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.