My wife and I have been married for 20 years and we are both in our mid 40's. Katie still looks quite hot even after having 2 kids. She is 5'-1", about 120 pounds, full B cup boobs, dark hair and eyes and is quite curvy. She is aging nicely with all the little lines, creases and sags in all the right places. I think it really gives her that COUGAR look.
I have had a better sex life than the average Joe. We have done some experimenting during our time together. Nothing on a regular basis, but just when I think things are getting a little stale, some wild sexual event occurs. Believe it or not, we have not planned this stuff, it just kind of happens. We have done a little swinging, swapping, 3somes, 4somes, sex toys, dress up and exhibitionist stuff. Never in a million years did I even think about an interracial encounter. She never asked so I don't know if it is something she ever considered either...........until recently...........
One of Katie's friends was turning 40 and all the girls made plans to go the male strip club. Maybe 10 of them in all, and some absolute beauties in this group. Last time they went, I made out like a bandit as Katie gave me the most enthusiastic fuck I had in quite some time. So, I was more than willing to have her go again, good thing my shift was not working that night. So off they go, they even rented a limo so none had to drive as they most likely would be drinking. I was pretty sure that the sex was going to be extra good tonight, so I just milled around the house trying not to waste any energy. Sure enough, I was right. Katie barely got into the house and she was ripping my clothes off as fast as she could.
During the foreplay, Katie told me that she saw a black guys cock. The other girls were drooling all over it, but she just sat back and let them roll. Then when the guy saw that she was not as bold as the others, he strolled over and made her the center of attention. She said she was embarrassed as he whipped it out and was trying to get her to touch it. She said he kind of rubbed it on her shoulders and neck and was using it as toy. As she was telling me this, I could feel a little extra excitement in her body. She said she finally touched and then she and the girls all bust out laughing. Then the guy then shot some whipped cream on his cock and tried to get her to lick it off. A couple other girls lunged in front of her and licked the whipped cream and didn't hesitate to suck his cock also. Again, the whole time she was replaying the story to me, I could sense a new level of excitement in her body by how she moved. Maybe, just maybe, my wife was actually thinking about fucking a black guy. She finally finished the story and we fucked like mad. I slept like a million bucks that night, but really wondered what was going through her mind.
Neither one of us really spoke of that night and I was kind of apprehensive about asking my wife "so would you like to fuck a black cock?" The topic never came up and I didn't push the issue. But quietly, I still wondered if she had considered it. I sure have, and I was kind of keen on the idea of some black dude fucking the shit out of her.
Fast forward to a couple months later. We made plans to spend our 20th wedding anniversary at one of the all inclusive adult's only resorts. As we were finalizing plans, she saw that they had a spa and she could get a massage. Professional massages are one of her favorite things. She gets very tense at work and usually gets one once a month. She has gone to the same 2 female therapists for several years. At times, I think they must hit some special sex spot, because she has come home somewhat aroused and fucked me with a little extra effort. I told her I would make the massage plans for her and she smiled and was excited with the thought.
"Wow, a massage in tropical paradise is exactly what I need."
Needless to say, I had ulterior motives with the whole massage thing. Sounds devious,
But this was my shot to see if the interracial thing might actually happen.
I didn't actually make the massage reservations until we got down there. I wanted to go in person and feel the place out to see what kind of possibilities it had. I asked the receptionist what the "Erotic Massage" was and she said I would need to talk to Michael. She sent me back to his office and he welcomed me in. Michel was a handsome guy, about 30, maybe 6 feet tall, muscular and black. We sat down and he explained the various massage offerings, including the Erotic one. He has been a therapist for 10 years and is certified by all the top agencies in the biz. He said he moved to the island 2 years ago after going there for his own vacation. When he realized he could make 5 times more money than he was making in Boston, he decided to stay.
Michael asked what I was looking for and I explained. For some reason, I felt at ease about getting to the part of doing a little more than just a massage. He said the erotic massage, was designed for couples. The husband would be in the room the whole time and it was designed to set the tone for further potential activities. He finally laid it out that most men come to him to help live out the interracial fantasy. That's why his job on the island was such a dream. Not only did he get to massage some gorgeous women, but most of the husbands set it up so Michael could fuck them too.
He explained that there were natural signs from a woman's body that would tell him whether he had the green light to keep going, or that she was not interested. He was very up front saying, some women go and just get the massage and are not interested in anything else. He would stop any advances if he felt those signs. So there was no guarantee that he would have sex with her. But, this was still a chance I wanted to take and he asked repeatedly if I was 100% sure that I would allow him to fuck her if he got the green light. Again, I didn't want to sound over anxious, even though I was. But I said yes, he could fuck her if she let it go.
Our first few days at the resort were incredible. She was so fucking hot in her new bikinis. She bought some new ones that were a little more revealing that what she normally wears. She figured that since she knew nobody down here, she was willing to bare a little more. Of course, the heat, the bikinis and the thought of Michael fucking my hot wife, just made me even hornier. She sensed it during our fuck sessions and it seemed to carry over to her, which just added to the already good time.
We had some good sex the first few days, other than that, just a lot of lying around enjoying the weather and the beach. Katie asked when her massage appointment was, and I told her at 11 tomorrow morning. We went to an early dinner and then to the night club for some dancing. She looked so hot while we were out there that I wanted to take her back to the room and fuck her senseless. I did not however, as I wanted her to have plenty of energy for tomorrows activities.
The next morning, we awoke, had breakfast and went for long walk on the beach. Her appointment time arrived before we knew it and off we went. The building with the massage room was right near the ocean and cliffs. The wall that faced them was nothing but huge glass windows, with one way coating on them, we can see out, but nobody can see in. The actual rooms had the regular equipment but this one had the most comfortable looking table. Plenty of padding and was contoured to fit the human body. It even had a pedal on the floor so Michael could control the height of the table by stepping on a button.
The hostess showed Katie to the changing room and she arrived back in our room just in a towel. I knew some things that she did not and I was eager to get the ball rolling. I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss. She lay down on the table, on her stomach with her face in the padded cradle and draped the towel over herself as usual. I sat in the big cushioned chair in the corner and prepared for the show.
Michael knocked on the door, opened it slowly and asked if we were ready. Katie had a momentary look of surprise on her face as she has not had a male therapist before, let alone a black one. Just as fast, she said were ready and Michael came in an introduced himself to us, even though I already knew him.
Michael explained to Katie a little about the Erotic Massage, but left out the part about possibly getting to fuck her. She seemed ok with it and things began as expected. Her large towel was replaced by a smaller one. It was only long enough to go from her lower back to a few inches below her butt cheeks. And it barely covered her from hip to hip, but again, this was a professional and I was in the room, so she did not think anything of it. The massage was now set to begin.
Michael poured oil onto his hands and then began to massage her neck and upper back. I have had several deep tissue massages myself, so I know what he was doing was the real thing.......to begin with anyhow. I think Katie liked his work since his touch was a little firmer with such large hands, compared to the small girls she is usually with. Things changed ever so slightly when he used the fingertip touch though. He traced his fingers along her side's right where her skin met the padding. You could see her boobs had squished out a little and he hit them just long enough to see whether or not there was resistance, and of course there was not.
Michael worked further down her sides and began to massage her hips as expected. Her legs were together at this point and he grabbed her hips with a little force and slowly rocked them back and forth with a little gyration. Looking back at it know, that movement actually caused her inner thighs to squeeze together and was stimulating her pussy without her knowing. I love Katie's hips and waist and seeing his large black hands manipulate them got me really excited. I even rubbed my cock very briefly at the sight of all this.
Michael began to work her lower back and even into the upper butt cheeks. Again, the movements he used and the way he pushed, was all designed to make her pussy melt and it was working. Every so often, I could see her inner thigh quiver ever so quickly. She would straighten her knee a little to fight it off, but his technique was obviously working. My wife may actually be enjoying the touch of a black man, not a massage therapist.
Then he moved further down the table and started on her legs. He worked each leg very well and allowed his hand to go further up her inner thigh with each move. Again, no resistance, so his light was still green. He laid her leg back down and I noticed, that it was spread further out than where it was before. He began to work the other leg and again, when he was done, it was placed further spread than before. She never noticed the subtle things, but they were all done in preparation for the big show. I had to keep adjusting my position in the chair so I could get a better view and to relieve the tension in my hard cock.
