This is a work of fiction, and any similarity between characters in this story and other persons, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. You can, however, buy a massage table online for $100.
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My wife and I have married for almost 7 years, and although we married in our late 20's, we're still sexually active, and as far as I know, we've both been faithful to each other. On our honeymoon, we tried a couples massage and loved it. Over the next few years, we would trade off giving massages to each other, and would get couples massages whenever we went on vacation. About a year ago, I bought a professional massage table online for about $100. If I had known they were so inexpensive, I would have done that years ago!
I've gotten pretty good at giving massages, and even took an evening course at the community college. My wife is pretty expert, too, but this story isn't about her; it's about her hot, young friend, Kelly.
Carol and I met Kelly and her husband, Mark, about two years ago. Carol works with Mark, and we all hit it off pretty quickly. They are about 10 years younger than us, but we get along like old friends. It doesn't hurt that they're both very attractive, either. Kelly is about 5'10 with long, brown hair, glowing blue eyes and perky C cup breasts. She's very slim and the kind of pretty that makes you want to stare at her all day long. Her skin always seems to be tan and taut, even in the dead of winter.
Mark is no slouch either. As much as I flirt with Kelly, my wife, Carol flirts with Mark. He's about my height, but spends a lot more time exercising and keeping in shape. My wife often (too often) notes how he has rugged good looks. Unfortunately for Kelly, Mark's job has been sending him away from home more and more.
About a month ago, Kelly and Mark were supposed to come over to have dinner with Carol and I. Mark had to fly out of town suddenly, but Carol convinced Kelly to come over and have dinner with us anyway. The three of us had a fun time, even without Mark. It was particularly hard for me to keep my eyes off of Kelly that night, though, because she was wearing skin tight, black spandex pants and a tight, knit sweater. My focus kept shifting from her supple, young legs and ass to her perky tits to her pretty, sweet, innocent face.
Around the time we started on dessert, Kelly began to rub and stretch her neck. She told us that the stress from her job and Mark's job was getting to her. Maybe it was the wine, but my wife suddenly offered my services as a masseur. The thought of rubbing down Kelly was certainly appealing, but I wasn't interested in betting half my stuff that Carol would be okay with where that might lead. Not to mention Mark's reaction.
Carol kept going on about how good I was with my hands. Kelly could tell I was reluctant, but she was clearly game for a neck rub. "Come on, sweetie," Carol said, "it's just a harmless little massage!" Carol picked up the dessert plates and, after a bit more "it'll be fine, we're all adults," from Kelly, I stood up and started to give Kelly a shoulder massage while she sat at the table.
I was rubbing Kelly through her sweater, which wasn't ideal, but it gave me a nice view of her breasts as she leaned back. Touching, rubbing and smelling Kelly was starting to get me aroused, and her shoulder was right at my groin level, pressing gently against me. When she let out a little moan, my cock flinched involuntarily and started growing into a full erection.
At that point, Carol came back from the kitchen and shouted. "What the heck are you doing?!?" I pulled my hands back, thinking Carol was going to yell at me for touching Kelly; like this had all been a big test that I just failed. Kelly even looked a little startled by the sudden interruption.
"You can't give her a proper massage like that! Get the table set up and do it right!" I looked at my wife sideways a bit, saw she was serious, and left to set up the massage table in the bedroom. As I left, I heard Carol and Kelly talking "didn't I tell you he was good?"
"He really is," said Kelly, a little surprised. "I was really getting into that."
"It's much better with the oils. You'll get a rug burn going through the sweater like that. Here, let me get you a towel, you can take a nice hot shower while Jim gets ready...Honey," she shouted to me, "don't forget to warm the oils."
Carol and Kelly came in a few minutes later, as I set the table up in the bedroom. They both had refilled their wine glasses and were sipping happily. "Kelly's going to take a shower, I'll get the dishes cleaned up." Kelly sauntered past me to the master bathroom, and Carol came closer to whisper in my ear. "Have fun, but," she slid her hand across my waist and grabbed my semi hard cock, "but not too much fun." She playfully kissed me and winked as she walked back to the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
I set up the sheets on the table, warmed the oils, and lit a few candles for light and aroma. If Carol was pushing this, I was going to give Kelly the same treatment Carol got. I could still hear Kelly in the shower, and realized I should probably change my own clothes. When I massaged Carol, we were usually both naked. That seemed like a stretch with Kelly.
I quickly stripped down and threw on some gym shorts and a t-shirt. I decided to go commando. I realized Carol could walk in on us at any minute, and wondered what she was planning on doing. I needed to get some hot water to keep the oils warm, so I used that as an excuse to check on my wife in the kitchen. As I made my way to the kitchen, I saw Carol passed out on the couch in the living room. Her wine glass was empty again, and the dishes hadn't moved. I tucked her in with a blanket and put a glass of water out for her. My hope was she wouldn't need to get up for anything, and risk interrupting Kelly and I.
When I got back to the bedroom, Kelly was already lying face down on the massage table. She had draped the towel over her back, from her neck to the tops of her thighs. Her long, brown hair was draped over one shoulder, and other than the towel, she was completely exposed and every inch was young, tanned, taut and so inviting. It was all I could do not to rip the towel off and mount her right there. The thought of her naked body under that towel made my cock twitch again.
I told her I was going to gently rub her through her towel while the oils warmed up. She moaned her approval. "Is there anything in particular that is bothering you," I asked as I gave her a gentle rub through the towel. I was trying to sound professional as possible. I wasn't sure how far Kelly would let me go, so I decided to play things cool.
She giggled a little, "yes, I seemed to have misplaced my husband."
"We'll see what we can do about that," I said out of reflex, and then realized what that might mean.
"Mmmhmmm," she cooed, followed by another half nervous giggle. I maneuvered around the table to grab the oil, and rubbed some in my hands. I folded the towel down, exposing her neck and shoulder blades. Starting at the side of the table, facing her head, I began to rub her shoulders and neck. "Mmm, that feels so good, Jim," she encouraged. Her soft, young hair caressed my hands as I moved across her neck and shoulder blades.
As I moved down her back, I needed to fold back her towel down again to continue. Through the slight gap between her arms and sides, I could see the sides of her breasts pressed against the table. My cock twitched thinking about seeing my wife's friend naked, and I wondered how much convincing was need to get her to move those arms out of the way.
To work on her back, I stood at the head of the table, and that put her pretty, young head right next to my bulging cock. I tried to keep my growing erection pressed down against the headrest, but with every passing caress, it got harder and harder to keep my cock from popping out onto her head.
I was focusing on not getting a full hard on, when Kelly moved her arms from her sides to her head, resting her face on her hands with her elbows out. The sides of her breasts were now exposed, and aching to be touched.
I let my hands slip a little further to her side and casually glance the sides her breasts as I rubbed down the length of her tight back. At first, she half moaned, half giggled, and with her face turned to to side. That turned more and more into a deep, satisfied, moan with each stroke. I could see her grinning through her bitten lip, with her eyes closed. Encouraged, I stopped trying so hard to hide my growing erection, and folded her towel down again, exposing all the way down to the small of her back, where the inflection of her ass began to rise subtly.
Now that I had to reach over her top half to get to her lower back, there was no avoiding my cock touching her head. Kelly still had her eyes closed, so I hoped she wouldn't realize what part of me was pushing against her, or better yet, that she wouldn't care. So with my cock firmly pressing against the back of Kelly's head and neck, I reached over her body and began rubbing her lower back. She continued her deep, satisfied moans in rhythm with my strokes.
As I pushed deeper, Kelly's moans grew loader and deeper. With each one, I moved further down her back, under the towel to her ass. Still going back to her lower back and sides, I would linger more than I needed to on Kelly's ass cheeks, playfully running my fingers across her tight, young skin as I finished each stroke. My fingers would dance up her hips, ribs and the sides of her breasts, returning to her soft, taut neck. I used long, driving strokes going from her shoulder blades to her ass, each time spending more and more attention on her ass under the towel. "Mmm, that feels good," Kelly moaned.
I reached under the towel and cupped her ass cheeks, lifting and pulling them towards her head. I knew this would not only press her head firmly into my cock, but it would also lift and separate her labia, giving her the sensation of being opened without me actually touching her pussy. Carol loved this, and it usually began the erotic portion of the massage.
Kelly let out a slight gasp, which turned into a giggle and then into an approving moan, as I held her open for several beats. I did this a few times and then switched to a soft touch technique, slowly dancing my fingers lightly over her skin and teasingly traced the contours of her tight body. As I continued, I caught a glimpse of Kelly blighting her lower lip, and grinning with her eyes closed.
By this time, the massage oils were warming her skin and she was beginning to glisten. Her skin was flushed in all the right places. As I moved down the table to work on her legs, I repositioned the towel over her back. The towel covered her back and those luscious breasts, but that perfect, young ass was finally exposed. I worked Kelly's feet, thighs and legs for a while, knowing the heat, the wine and the foot massage were all working to loosen her inhibitions.
