Now for the massage of my life
“So you got this massage session for Valentine’s Day?” I asked.
“Yep, but I get to stay in there and watch. I got a male masseur for you. I didn’t know how you’d feel about a female rubbing you,” Jack said.
I was so excited and a little nervous at the same time. I had never gotten a professional massage, so I didn’t know what to expect.
“I don’t know how I feel about anyone else but you rubbing me, but I guess we will find out,” I said, laughing.
After a few minutes, a woman came over to us and said my room was ready and to follow her there.
“Your masseuse will be right in. Please undress, lie face down, and have the towel draped as you wish. You may lie naked, a towel draped over your buttocks, or draped from your shoulders to your thighs,” said the woman.
She quickly left the room and I looked at my husband and took a deep breath before getting undressed. I chose to have the towel draped over just my butt. I was getting a little antsy and after what seemed like a lifetime, I heard the door open.
“Good evening,” I heard a woman’s voice say. “My name is Marissa and I’ll be your masseuse today. I know you were expecting a male masseur tonight, but being Valentine’s Day and it being so busy, I had to fill in. I hope that is okay. If it’s not, I can certainly try to get someone else for you.”
“Oh that is perfectly fine,” I said, with my face still on the table, feeling a bit exposed but horny simultaneously.
I had a feeling Jack was excited to see a woman touch me.
“I’ve never gotten a massage before, so I’m a little nervous,” I said, shyly.
“Please relax. You’ll have a good time, I promise,” Marissa said.
I turned around to see Jack looking at me with a grin on his face. He was beyond ecstatic to see this attractive woman rub me.
“Okay, I’m going to do a basic pressure and you tell me if that is okay for you,” she said, as she rubbed oil between her hands.
Shivers ran down my spine as her hands touched my back.
“That feels amazing,” I said, as my pussy tightened.
Turning my head to the left, I saw Jack watching ever so intently. I put my face back down, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. I needed to calm down. I could feel myself getting extremely turned on and I didn’t want them to know.
Marissa rubbed my back, shoulders, and arms, and worked her way down to my legs. I was a little embarrassed by her being in the position where she would most likely see under my towel. Undoubtedly she would see how wet my pussy was. I could feel the juices leaking out and I most definitely could smell the sweet fragrance of my sex. I was more than positive that both my husband and the masseuse could smell it too, but I just tried to act casual and ignore it.
As she moved up my thighs, I hoped that she would slide her fingers over my swollen pussy lips. Up and down she rubbed and stayed clear of my sweet spot. With every rub up, I tensed a little and could feel my pussy start to throb. I was so completely horny. I think I was even rocking my hips a little without knowing it.
I jumped a little as she rubbed up my thigh and grazed my pussy lips then moved back down. My eyes opened and my pussy clenched. Did that really just happen or did I imagine it?
Again, she rubbed up my thighs and ever so lightly, grazed my pussy. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I wondered if Marissa was doing it on purpose or if it was just an innocent accident. Was there such a thing as an innocent accident?
My pussy was dripping at this point and I knew she knew it. She had to have known. The aroma in the room was not of the scented candles that were lit and meticulously placed around the room, but of my sweet-smelling pussy. My nipples were rock hard and my clit was throbbing and begging to be touched. Every time her fingertips grazed my lips, I moved into them, almost bucking my hips.
I turned my head to the left and saw my husband sitting there with his rock-hard cock bulging from his jeans. Seeing that made my pussy drip even more. The look of desire on his face almost sent me over the edge as Marissa’s fingers traced along my pussy and moved down my legs again.
“Please!” I whispered without even thinking, as she rubbed up my thigh once again.
Then it happened. Marissa slowly rubbed up my thigh and instead of just grazing or tracing my lips, her finger plunged into my dripping wet cunt. I let out a gasp of pure, lustful desire.
“Shall I continue?” Marissa said through ragged breath.
“Please, yes!” I murmured.
Marissa pulled her finger out and again rammed it deep inside my sweet pussy. Again and again, in and out, her finger fucked me, hard. She pulled it out and then two fingers pushed deep inside me. I moaned loudly and my hips were bucking and twisting from side to side. She fucked me until I couldn’t take anymore. My body was about to come apart and my pussy was about to combust. Again and again, deeper and harder, her fingers were thrusting in and out of me. I could tell she was horny as well, by her deep, hard breaths.
“Cum for me, beautiful,” she whispered, full of lust.
As soon as she spoke those words, my pussy clenched and burst with sweet juices all over her fingers and the massage table. She continued to ram her fingers deep and hard. My juices were squirting out all over the place. I moaned, almost screaming through an intense, earth-shattering orgasm.
“Oh my, that was so fucking hot, beautiful. I love when a girl can squirt. You need to turn over right now so I can taste that sweet little pussy of yours,” Marissa hissed.
I turned to look at my husband, asking for his approval.
“Baby, do as she says. Turn over so she can taste that pussy and you can suck my big cock. I need your mouth on my cock while she tastes you,” Jack said hoarsely, breathing quickly and shallowly.
“Yes, my love,” I said as I got up and turned onto my back on the table.
Marissa quickly undressed and crawled up on the table. She opened my legs wide. Her body looked amazing from what I could see of it. She had perfect little perky tits with perfect little pink nipples. I was so ready to have her big, pouty lips on my pussy. Jack got up and pulled down his pants. He came over near my head and took out his huge cock.
“Open that sweet mouth of yours,” he demanded.
I complied and he drove his cock deep into my throat. I gagged and choked on his thick cock as he pulled it out and drove it down my throat again. Thrust after thrust, I licked and sucked on my favorite cock in the world.
Marissa started slowly circling my clit with her tongue and my clit twitched with pleasure. Lick after lick, she tasted my warm, wet pussy. She pushed her tongue into my opening and tongue fucked my pussy. My hips bucked up and down. I moaned over my husband’s cock while Marissa sucked and fucked my pussy with her tongue. The sensations happening in my mouth and my pussy sent me over the edge. Jack squeezed my tits and I came, hard. My pussy burst and sent juices splashing over Marissa’s chin and dripping down my ass. I held onto the table tight and rode out my orgasm. My whole body shook and convulsed.
Marissa got up, sat down on the end of the massage table, and pulled me up so I was sitting right in front of her, straddling the table. She took my face in her hands and pressed her tongue into my mouth, kissing me with heated passion. Her tongue danced with mine in perfect harmony.
“I want your husband to fuck you while you eat my pussy,” she said, pulling my face away.
I crawled up on the table and put my ass in the air as I bent forward towards Marissa’s perfect, pink pussy. Her lips were small and puffy and amazing. I had never tasted another pussy besides mine before and I had never been so eager to do so than in that moment right then.
My husband came up behind me, his cock again rock hard and ready to fuck me. I scooted back and Jack took my hips in his hands and slammed his hard cock deep into my welcoming pussy, making me moan out loud.
I took Marissa’s legs in my arms and pulled her closer to me. I leaned down close to her sex and looked up at her. She was looking at me, mouth agape. I could tell she was so horny and ready to be licked. Just as a little tease, I started softly kissing her inner thighs, just close enough to her pussy lips, but not enough to touch them. Kiss after kiss, I teased around her beautiful opening. I looked up and saw her face in lustful agony.
Just when she thought I was going to continue my teasing kisses, my mouth enveloped her clit and started lightly sucking and licking it. Marissa let out an animalistic moan. It was deep and hoarse and full of desire. I sucked on her clit as her hips lifted up and down in unison with my sucking. She was loving it.
Jack kept with his thrusts, deep into my pussy. Slam after slam. I’m sure he was loving his view. His dreams of me being with a girl were coming true right before his eyes. He was fucking me while I was eating a pussy. It didn’t get any better than that. I moaned and moaned over Marissa’s clit. Thrust after thrust, moan after moan.
Her pussy tasted so good, I couldn’t get enough of it. I didn’t want to stop eating it. I rolled my tongue over and over on her clit. She moaned and bucked in delight. A few more licks and I took two fingers and pushed them deep into her wet slit. That was far more than she could take. Her moans turned to screams as I fucked and fucked her with my fingers as my mouth stayed suctioned to her clit. One, two, three more thrusts of my fingers, and her body fell to pieces. She screamed as her body convulsed through a very intense orgasm. Her pussy clenched and creamy white cum dripped down to her ass and all over my fingers.
“Fuck!” Marissa exclaimed. “You are so fucking good at eating pussy.”
My husband’s hands started twisting and tweaking my nipples and I groaned in pure pleasure. I could feel the heat course through my body. I was close to coming apart again. My orgasm was moving nearer and nearer. Suddenly, Jack smacked my ass hard and the stinging pain sent shivers through my pussy, making me lose all control. I grunted and moaned as an incredible orgasm pulsed through me while Jack thrust his cock deeper and harder into my cunt.
“That’s it, honey, cum for me,” Jack said.
Marissa must’ve felt he was getting close and she went next to him, pulled his cock out of my cunt, and started stroking it. I turned around on my back, spreading my legs wide and I looked over at her as she stroked his cock, head to the shaft, shaft to the head. I looked at his face and knew he was close to cumming.
All of a sudden, Jack let out a deep, hoarse, grunted moan as ropes and ropes of warm, white cum came splashing out, all over my cunt, stomach, and tits.
“Fuck!” he moaned as she milked all the cum out of his balls.
“Shit, that was intense,” Marissa said as she wiped cum off her fingers on my thighs. She looked over at the clock and chuckled. “I guess we went past your appointment.”
“That was the best massage I’ve ever had,” I snickered, as I laid down on the massage table and looked at my husband with pure exultation.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” Jack said.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”
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