Lucy gave us some space while I stroked Carissa's hair.
"You know I wanted to do this for us, right?" I said quietly. "We can stop here if you want."
Carissa eyed me speculatively, then licked her lips.
"No," she said, "I'm turned on. I like it."
Lucy came back with some more oils, shoved me onto my back and, straddling me, started massaging my chest with wide circles of her hands.
It was clear Lucy did this professionally, which is why we chose her. She had a girl-next-door look, blonde hair worn up, cuvy and big tits. She made it clear this was between us, that she was only here to facilitate our pleasure, and never spoke.
On top of me, she wore a red corset number with garters and lots of lace, her nails were painted red and dug into my pecs just slightly as she massaged her way down my body.
My wife Carissa, in contrast, wore black. A slim build, the bra accentuated her subtle curves and the criss-cross panties drew my eyes to her hips, taut belly and tanned skin. She looked amazing. her long brown hair tumbled in soft curves around her face, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that she had been willing to try this.
Then I was distracted once again as Lucy ran her hands down my abs, then lower to begin to stimulate my limp cock.
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My husband was clearly having the time of his life. His eyes rarely left mine, and I was caught between arousal, slight apprehension and curiosity as I watched Lucy slither over his body with pure sexual energy.
