Cheating Without Cheating

Yes, I know, I keep repeating myself. This story can be read as a stand-alone. For the readers who don't know my "repertoire" and have time, I suggest reading my other stories first according to the date published. To get a better understanding of how I evolved from shy and conservative to...

My next visit to my boyfriend's place brought us to his neighbors, the South of the Netherlands, at their seaside, to visit a beach other than the only nude beach in Belgium. Holland is close to where my friend lives, only an hour's drive, and they have several naked beaches to explore.

That day, we had been enjoying the sun on our naked skin, and I was thinking of getting something to eat before returning home when Christian told me we could also drop by Peter's place. It was a long time ago the two friends met. He was home alone and happy to have us visit him so unexpectedly.

I remember one of Peter's skills was giving nice massages, something he did as a side job, besides his main activity as a successful personal trainer. Even before there was any mention of my "hotwife" activities or me exploring sex with others than my boyfriend, I always think back at him telling us that many women had cum on his table, at their request to pleasure them with a kind of "happy ending." I always wondered if he was bragging and inventing things or if it was true.

The fact that their respective husbands or boyfriends knew nothing about it but paid for their wife's or girlfriend's massage made it extra fun for him; I remembered him saying.

Peter has had a Thai girlfriend for a long time, so I know he is also a bit fond of Asian women. He is around my age and takes care of his body by spending a lot of time in the gym, eating healthy food, no alcohol, no smoking, etc.

What I also knew about him was that he was not in favor of visiting naturist beaches - we happened to have a conversation about it once - without him knowing that we were genuine nudists - he thought it was a disgusting affair, with ugly people who should not dare to show themselves naked.

Of course, he would love to visit nudist beaches, but first, he would have to be sure that the naked visitors consisted only of Playboy centerfolds and men like himself, the type flaunting on the front page of Mens Health.

I couldn't disagree with anyone more, but I didn't argue...

Just because you differ in opinion on one point does not mean you should completely condemn someone. I thought he was a nice guy; he also had a great sense of humor, and the fact that he was so keen on general health attracted me.

"I have some back pain," I told Christian.

"Would he have time for a massage?"

"I'll send him a message and ask him," Christian replied.

Not much later, while we were still on the road, he received confirmation that it was not a problem.

Of course, Christian also knows Peter's famous stories about the girls he fingerfucked on his table as well and didn't hesitate to question me.

"Will you ask him to give you a happy ending?" he asked me with a wondering voice as if he was suggesting it.

"Would you let him? Your friend?"

"Well, just curious to know if he is as good at it as he pretends," said Christian, as if this was enough reason to let his friend touch me intimately.

"Did you have happy endings before?" I suddenly wondered.

"Euh, yes, one time..."

"Really? Now you surprise me! When and where?"

"That was before I met you in a five-star hotel in Shenzen."

I wanted to know all the details and questioned him more.

"In the basement, the hotel had a whole floor for massages. The hotel made an advertisement near the reception area and had a dedicated desk for reservations for Thai massages, Chinese massages, etc. I used one time to get a traditional Thai massage. Very traditional, not on my naked skin, but through a kind of cotton kimono. When I finished the massage, a girl at the reservation desk asked me if the massage was good. I said yes, a bit rough, and hoped next time to have a more relaxed treatment. Then she suggested making a next reservation for "a special massage"...

"And what was that?" I asked, insisting on more details.

"Well, she said something about a relaxing massage with extra. To be honest, I did not understand very well; their English was poor, and neither was my level of experience. The fact that I paid at a five-star hotel's official reservation desk gave me trust, so I thought to give it a go."

"Haha, good excuse! And then?"

"The next day, I went back to the floor with the sauna and massage area, and they sent me to shower again after giving me a bathrobe I had to wait for a while until suddenly a young beauty dressed up sexy in heels came to pick me up to go to a private room."

"What?!"

"Yes! I swear! A huge contrast with the women in the kimono who gave the massage the day before."

"And then?"

"She took off my bathrobe and made me lay face down naked on the massage table and gave me a nice relaxing massage. I only saw she had taken off her clothes as well until I had to turn face up".

I listened with open mouth to his story, which he never shared before.

"Was she beautiful?" I wanted to know".

"Yes, very, a typical petite Asian girl, long black hair, slim, little perky boobs... a bit like you, with smaller breasts," he smiled.

"What happened next?"

"After giving me some more massage over my front, she started to massage my cock and balls."

"Where you hard?"

"Yeah, from the moment I saw her naked, my dick grew fast!"

"And I guess you can think what happened next."

"I have an idea but want to hear it from you," I teased.

"Well, she started to change from massage to a handjob until I came... after that, she washed and cleaned my dick with a mini towel"

"You liked it?"

"I will not lie about that, but it turned out to be a special experience, all because of the girl and the place where it happened, and how she ended by laying down next to me to let me spoon her. I think she was tired, and we both dozed away for several minutes."

I was blown away by his story, and although it happened before my time, it made me feel a bit jealous.

"Well then, I think it's fair to receive a happy ending myself," I concluded the conversation in my favor.

Christian didn't try to change my mind, and I felt he just wanted it to happen.

"Now, you made me curious!" I teased my boyfriend. "But you know that is dangerous, once he gets me going, I might want him to fuck me."

"Oh, you never told me you wanted to fuck him? And by the way, for your interest: I didn't fuck that Chinese girl!"

"I never really thought about fucking him until right now - and since the rule of not fucking your friends is removed from the list....just wondering..." I continued my teasing.

"I am sure he would want to fuck you, he already told me a few years ago, but that was just to compliment me on your sexiness."

"Did he? That's interesting," I mused.

"You never told me," I continued.

"No, at that time, I was a different man and more the jealous type," Christian laughed.

"Would you let him fuck me?" I wanted to know.

"Hmmm, he has been a close friend for more than twenty years... a bit weird - just don't know."

When we arrived, as a surprise, he had turned on his mini sauna so Christian and I could sweat it out first. Afterward, he would give a massage while Christian could watch TV downstairs, where he could see a game of one of his favorite football teams. The only condition was that Christian would pick up take-out dinner for the three of us to eat after the massage since his girlfriend was away visiting family abroad, something that happened a lot, I guess he is in a similar situation to Christian and me.

We had visited the house a few years ago, and it was incredible how he had handled the renovation! It had become a cozy home where he effectively sacrificed half a floor to turn it into a small spa. Because they don't have children, he used the extra space to install his "health center," as he calls it.

Christian and I got into the sauna while Peter was downstairs.

"And?" asked Christian, a question of one word but enough to know what he was referring to.

"Yeah," I sighed, "looking forward to a good massage.... and who knows...."

"Okay, I get you, I feel you get horny," Christian said.

"Yeah, I saw too many sexy cocks on the beach this afternoon, and of course your Chinese happy ending!" I joked.

"I am still doubting about fucking, but I am decided to ask him for a happy ending, coz I want that badly! Is that okay with you?" I asked him.

"Hmm, I guess so... It sounds hot just hearing you saying this! Just do me a favor; don't tell him you are a hotwife and that you have sex with other guys while I am aware and in full consent."

"So you prefer you want him to think I am cheating on you?"

"Massaging your pussy is not cheating, right?"

"Yeah, but what if it comes to fucking?"

"Well, yes, just for now, I want to know if he would fuck you behind my back, I will tell him myself later."

"Ohhhhh naughty boy! You are using me to trick your friend?!"

"Look who's talking? It's you using him to play with!"

"So you don't want to watch this time?" I said to test him to see if he was sure about this.

"No, if I am in the same room, he will not do anything but the massage. It would be weird to ask him to give you a happy ending!"

While I was getting in the mood for a pussy massage, I felt Christian was already in his mind convinced I would have sex with his friend.

After a short hot sauna and an even hotter conversation with my boyfriend, I got out and took a shower. Peter prepared slippers and a bathrobe for me that I used to cover my naked body. Christian went down to call Peter to let him know I was waiting upstairs for the massage. He came quickly and guided me into the room where I saw the table, where when I looked at it, I inevitably imagined all those, probably beautiful, sexy women that climaxed there, women who enjoyed his happy endings. Would I become one of them?

When Peter entered he was dressed in a black, tight T-shirt, accentuating his trained chest, and light grey, loose sweatpants. He asked me about what kind of pain I was suffering.

"Nothing really bad, but my lower back hurts from time to time" I explained while showing the place with both hands.

"I am always postponing to get to a therapist and now that I am here I thought I might ask you to have a look".

"Okay!" Peter replied enthusiastically and showed me to approach his table.

He had only seen me in a swimsuit or bikini before, not even topless the several times we met on a beach. Now I was naked under the bathrobe and I got a little nervous the moment I started to untie the knot of the belt to drop it from my shoulders.

Like a professional, he held up a big towel to hide me from his view and looked away. The moment I laid down completely, he covered my ass and legs with the towel. He kept on talking, explaining what he was doing. He wanted to start with the neck and shoulders because they felt tense and needed treatment.

I let his big hands, using plenty of warm massage oil do their job and was enjoying it. He surprised me with the details: soft zen music in the background and a relaxing aroma from an incense stick.

He did a great job on my back and I felt released. After about half an hour I asked if he had time to continue the massage into a total relax body treatment, the kind of massage I mostly order at my home town.

"I will pay you of course," I said to make sure he wouldn't feel I wanted to take advantage of him.

"No worries, let Christian pay for our dinner and then we are even," he laughed.

That moment he started at my feet and worked his way up after moving the towel up to cover my shoulders, back, and the biggest part of my ass. When he began to do my thighs I opened my legs quite a bit to let his hands slide freely up and down without obstruction.

"Christian told me you are specialized in treating women's butt to give them a tight ass and get rid of orange skin."

"Yeah, I have many of these clients," he answered proudly.

"How many turns would I need myself?" I asked him.

"Ohhh always good to take like ten turns, to maintain your shape in your case, together with some butt exercises that would be enough for you," he said, which was a nice compliment.

While I was wondering if he was trying to see what was still covered, I felt his hands and fingers coming very close to my pussy. Should I give some signs now? Or would he make a move? Or maybe he would not even try since I am the girlfriend of one of his best friends? ``

After a few times "just-not-touching" my pussy, I asked him to give some attention to my ass and not be afraid to give her a good massage. Therefore he needed to take away the towel to be able to treat my ass-cheeks with his expertise. After a non-sensual massage of my butt, he said it was time to turn around.

Like before he took up the towel, looked away, and made me turn face up. The towel went down to cover the part from my breasts halfway over my thighs.  He started now from shoulders towards my arms and hands, both sides. After that, massaging my belly indirectly with his hands on the towel.

"I prefer your hands directly on my skin, no worries, you can take away the towel," I said with a whispering voice.

"Okay, yeah, makes things easier," Peter said and didn't think twice about removing the towel completely, although he could have removed it by folding it halfway.

There I was, lying nude in front of his friend. I looked into his eyes and saw him smiling.

"Are you used to getting this kind of massage naked?" Peter asked.

"Yes, but mostly by women," I giggled.

"You still have that beautiful body, Diane, like I remember the first time I saw you at the swimming pool of the hotel we shared, remember?"

"Yes, I remember! And thank you for your sweet compliment," I said while he was making slow big circles over my tummy.

Until now he avoided my breasts but one of the things I like most in a total body massage is when the women take care of my boobs.

I decided to ask him: "Peter, can you do my breasts also?"

"Sure, didn't know you would want me to do that, it will be my pleasure," he replied and started a nice massage of my tits.

I didn't need to give instructions, he did very well having his full big hands around them while teasing my hard nipples a few times. When I made satisfying sounds he gave some more attention to them. Between his thumb and pointer, he carefully squeezed and pulled my nipples which made my areolas pull together into small dark circles.

I got more and more horny and since I didn't expect he would try something I suddenly boldly asked if a pussy massage was included in his total body program.

"Only at the express request of the customer," he replied, thinking I was only informing and not asking for myself.

"Well then, take note of my request," I said with a soft voice like I wanted only him to hear me say.

"Oh, are you sure? Or only joking?" he asked in a genuinely surprised way.

"Yes! She needs that," I replied while touching my pussy.

He smiled at me, turned to a little cabinet behind him, and took another bottle of what I thought was a special oil which seemed to be a nice liquid lube he wanted to use on me.

"This may cost extra," Peter said with a naughty sound in his voice.

"We can see later how to deal with that," I teased back at him.

When he asked me to raise my bum to put a little pillow under me he showed he was about to take his time for my pussy. He also pulled up the backrest of the table making sure I was comfortable and could watch what he was doing. After that, he bent my legs a bit by putting more pillows under my knees and made them spread open. I felt vulnerable so completely left to him but at the same time I was excited about what was to come.

"Nothing better than a smooth-shaven pussy for me to spoil with a good massage", he judged.

"Really? Is that the best?"

"Yes, of course... you have no idea how many pussies I had to shave myself to meet my demands!" he laughed.

Now I could see Peter's pants were starting to show a bulge. Finally, he started, after warming up his hands to bring a large quantity of lube over the total surface of my pubic mound. He slowly rubbed the whole surface gently, like he wanted me to relax for the following experience. A few times, he would place his palm flat against me and glide it up my labia and over my clit, spreading slippery lube everywhere as he repeated the motion.

The slickness of the lube made this already a nice sensation. As his palm and fingers slowly moved around the outer edges of my vulva, I felt new sensations building up. Then he started massaging the outer lips of my vagina. Gently squeezing and sliding between his fingers. I loved feeling him spread my lips open, exposing my clit while giving it a twinge of pleasure from the skin being pulled around it.

Exposing my hot pussy like this to Christian's friend and letting him touch me and play with her like this, didn't only feed my exhibitionistic addiction but was also making me long for a good fuck. I guess Christian was right about me when he predicted what direction this massage would go.

"I see you enjoy this?" Peter asked with a rhetorical question.

"Ahaaa..., hmmmm, so nice!" I replied.

"I have to warn you," he continued.

"About what?" I wanted to know.

"If you let me continue and finish your pussy massage you will want to come back for more", he said with a convincing voice full of self-confidence.

"Let's see" about that..." I answered.

This way he was sure I wanted him to continue.

He proceeded by circling my clit without touching her. I was watching him with an open mouth, feeling my breath going a bit deeper and faster - this was much more than just getting fingerfucked! There was no finger in yet, and I was already "jumping for joy" inside my whole body! Several times he used both hands. One to keep circling my clit and one to take many long minutes to massage my vagina opening without going in.

Everything happened at the same slow pace. Not fast enough to go for a climax but not slow enough to not feel the excitement building.

At a certain point, he thought it was time to bring a finger in. I was gasping louder as a result and enjoyed his slow fingerfucking, first with one but quickly followed by a second big finger. Because his other hand didn't stop teasing around my clit I felt I was going to the edge quickly now. He watched my reactions, how I was breathing, and the expressions on my face.

He saw I was having an amazing and arousing time and couldn't hide that I needed to cum. I had no idea about how much time he had spent on pleasing my pussy. It seemed equal to all the time he used on the rest of my body.

While my breath got faster and louder he did not adapt any of his speed of moving his hands and fingers. I felt like he was in total control. He decided when to give me access to the start of an orgasm like he postponed it on purpose to make it more intense.

I knew I was making a lot of noise already, even before cumming. When Peter started to move his fingers more deeply and the other more directly rubbing my clit, it was like he touched the final button. I felt heat coursing through me and I lost control of my muscles. My whole body tensed and spasmed and I couldn't stop it. I grabbed my boobs and pulled my nipples. I have no idea how long the orgasm lasted, but it lasted longer than any other orgasm I could remember.

While the energy of my orgasm was leaving my body, Peter kept on massaging my labia carefully.

"Wauw, what was that?" I whispered while catching my breath.