Chapter 1
The Erotic Massage
Note to Readers: This will introduce you to Michael who is happily married a little over a year to Jennifer, a nice piece of femininity. Jen arranges a massage from a black masseur creating an opening for Michael's secret fantasy.
There is interracial sex in this chapter and a lot of pussy and ass play as we watch him wear the horns of a cuckold.
If the subject matter is not your flavor, please don't spend time reading it.
Comments invited.
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I developed a brutal headache after lunch that Friday and decided to leave the office early and go home. I informed Janet, my Personal Assistant, that I didn't feel well and would see her Monday. I had spoken to Jen, my wife, earlier and knew she would be at her massage appointment at this time. I saw no reason to tell her I was leaving work early as she wouldn't be home, and we had no plans for the evening. She did have a big party planned for Saturday night that may have contributed to her need for a soothing massage.
I couldn't remember her ever having a professional massage. I formed a mental vision of Jennifer lying naked on a massage bed as a blonde Swedish dyke kneaded her curvy body. My mind's eye followed the masseuse's hands as she rubbed essential oil into her supple ass.
Jennifer Hathaway is 23 years old, 5'10" tall, and 125 pounds with curly black hair extending five inches below her shoulders. Her brown eyes are large and expressive, and she wears dark red lipstick on her sexy lips. She has natural 34B breasts with puffy pink areolae and nipples that stand out ¾ of an inch. Her waist is narrow accentuating her peach bottom ass. Her legs are long and well proportioned.
She is a new flight attendant for a local charter airline owned by her uncle Ted. She's off for the next two weeks due to a schedule change.
I was envisioning the masseuse's fingers working on her firm upper thighs approaching Jen's sex as I pulled into our driveway of our large French chateau inspired home
To my surprise, her 66 Mustang convertible is in its usual spot. Next to it was a shiny black Tahoe SUV I did not recognize. I expected her to be at her massage appointment, and couldn't imagine who the Tahoe belonged to.
I went in and called out, "Jen?"
From the back of the house, I heard, "We're in the den, honey."
I walked towards the den stopping in the kitchen for a Cherry Coke, took a mouth full and entered the den hearing a Queen CD playing "Friends Will Be Friends".
I choked on the soda spilling some on the floor when I saw her lying face down on a portable massage table with a drape over her ass and legs. The 'blonde dyke masseuse' was a tall, muscular black male. He was at least 6' 3" wearing only boy shorts. His upper body was...magnificent.
I'm Michael, 24, 6' 180 pounds of average proportioned muscle, topped off with sandy blonde hair and a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. My cock is 8 inches long and thick.
This guy towered over me.
"This is Coffee, honey, and he's giving me an erotic massage. All the girls are on his client list. It feels so-o-o-o good."
Coffee stopped and turned to me with his big smile showing perfect white teeth. He extended a huge hand to shake mine.
He said, "Hi. Coffee."
I replied, "Hi yourself. Michael."
He was a handsome guy and his ripped body was impressive. I couldn't help but notice the outline of his cock through his skin-tight tan shorts. I saw every vein in his cock that was pointing down in the right leg of his shorts. Fuck! The head of his monster was protruding out the bottom of his shorts!
I asked Jen: "Do you mind if I use the computer while you get your massage?"
Coffee answered: "No, she doesn't mind," giving me his best smile.
The PC is at a table facing towards the room so I had a good view of both of them.
He walked to the foot of the table and removing the drape exposing her ass. He parted her legs and I got a hard-on as I knew her shaved pussy was open to his view. I watched him pour oil from a small bottle onto the back of her calves. He smoothed the oil on her right calf and rubbed and kneaded the muscles, moving his dark hands up and down. Their black/white skin contrast was erotic. He rubbed and kneaded every inch of her thighs thoroughly.
Periodically she would say, "Ahhhhh, that feels so good," and wiggle her ass. I'm thinking that she's letting him see the small script 'FUCK ME HERE' tattoo in an arc above her anus. "Fuck!" I'm getting a hard on knowing what he sees.
They continued their conversation as I read my email trying not to miss anything that was said.
".....Marge's now a 44D and Bob thinks they're beautiful and that this was the best money he ever spent. Of course, he doesn't know her boobs have made her a lot of new
friends
and she's even fucking the cable guy along with Bob's brother-in-law, and any other cock on the block. She's become a real cum slut."
In the same breath she asks, "What size boobs should I have, honey?" and flips over on her back squeezing her naked breasts for him.
Annoyed that he was having a very intimate conversation with my wife, I still waited for his reply, thinking: "36C".
Looking me in the eye he answered, "You'd be very fuckable with 39C's. Men will line up to suck them." And bent down and kissed her nipples.
My erection made me overlook the fact the conversation was out of bounds. My favorite porn star, Rachel Bloom, packs 39C's. My cock twinged imagining Jennifer's 39C's. I'll have to ask Bob about the cost of Margie's surgery. My over-stimulated mind ignored his kissing her breasts.
He effortlessly moved the table with Jen on it and looked straight at me and raised an eyebrow.
I cringed; he's actually asking me if I now had a better view! I wasn't aware that I nodded my approval. He went back to her calves checking to make sure I was still watching.
Then he started on the back of her thighs adding oil and rubbing it into her tanned muscles starting with her right leg. Again he rubbed and kneaded every inch of her thigh to a point about four inches below her pussy that was hidden from my sightline. I knew she was very, very wet.
He then stood, faced me and adjusted his cock so that it was pointing up in his shorts still giving me that grin.
Shit! He's getting hard, and his erection is now showing above the waistband of his shorts!"
He gave the same careful attention to her left thigh with the essential oil, rubbing and kneading. He was working up a sweat from the exertion and it made his ebony skin shine.
I found myself ignoring the PC and watched him. I realized I had taken my cock out and was masturbating and dripping precum on my pants. I saw that Jen was watching me jerk off wide-eyed with a smile on her face.
"Fuck!" I thought as I realized he was watching me too!
With his eyes locked on mine, he continues massaging her.
I asked, "How long will this take?"
He said, "Jennifer's body will tell me when it is time to move to the next phase, and only she can tell me when this session is over."
He changed his position by walking to the far side of the table with her between us and making certain I was watching him.
He picked up the oil and poured some on his hands and rubbed it on her ass causing me to ejaculate violently on the underside of the table where I was sitting.
He just smiled and continued kneading her ass with his hands.
Jen was watching me as I was watching him.
For no reason, he removed his shorts freeing his cock. It must have been 12 inches long. His beet-sized balls hung 5 inches below. In the blink of an eye, he's naked and I'm anchored to my chair. His member stood straight out with every vein pronounced. Precum was oozing from his cock. I realized his pubes were hairless which only made his cock seem larger and more potent.
He poured more oil on his hands and grabbed her ass causing me to ejaculate heavily under the table again. They both smiled at my discomfort.
I watched him feel every inch of her supple ass in a most intimate way.
He poured more oil on the top of her thighs below her ass cheeks. He started in that area four inches below and slowly worked up to her crotch.
Without a word being spoken she raised her ass and spread her legs wide open with her heels drawn up together in a frog-like position.
"We move to phase two and you must come closer," he said to me. I stood and moved to the near side of the table.
I could see a pool of her fluids forming on the table below her vulva and I'd swear her labia was opening and closing, calling to him, as she flexed her ass.
His hands massaged the inside of her thighs.
He's getting closer and closer to her cunt and my heart is thumping and I'm masturbating again openly. I realize I'm holding my breath willing his large fingers to move up.
He positioned himself with his right hand kneading her ass and the left hand doing her thigh. Closer and closer to her pussy his fingers moved.
"Oh, that feels so g-o-o-d," she moans, wiggling her ass.
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His hand is now firmly rubbing up and down the crack of her ass massaging her tattoo. He stops at her anus and she raises her ass to his fingers and my heart pounds hard, my vision became distorted.
I realize he's staring at me and that I'm actually salivating in anticipation while stroking myself.
Jennifer opens her eyes to see why he stopped rubbing and, seeing me, moves her hand and grabs my cock and begins stroking me gently.
In a husky voice she commands, "Take them off, Michael."
She lets go of me while I loosen my belt letting my pants and shorts drop to my feet. I take off my shirt and now we're all naked.
She says, "Umm, nice.' and she closes her eyes and grabs my cock and begins stroking me again.
I look at him and see a knowing smile on his face. I swallow and nod my head and watch.
He moves his left hand up to her vaginal opening and slowly inserts two large fingers into her glistening pussy.
Her ass tenses and she stops stroking me for a second.
"Ummm."
