Dear readers:
I hope you enjoy this mostly recent piece in the 'Michelle' series. Enjoy it, vote for it if you want (I find the vast majority of readers don't give stories a rating), and if you truly like it, make it a 'favorite' -- that's the measure that I go on in writing. Comments are (almost) always appreciated.
Flabuf
Forward
Statistics show that the average man sleeps with seven women in his lifetime. I am NOT that man. My sexual experiences have been many and varied, some seriously kinky, the one thing that has eluded me for my lifetime though was having a menage a trois This drought ended one weekend in spectacular fashion.
Michelle and I always had a very sexual relationship from the very first night I met her. I remember that evening as if it were yesterday watching her come down the steps at her friend's townhouse and thinking that she was amazingly beautiful. Having a wonderful dinner and then haven taken her back to her friend's townhouse where 1st and 2nd base were reached easily and willingly by both of us, to the second evening when we first made love and the third day which included her first anal experience.
That part of our lives never slowed down. Sometimes we made love, sometimes we fucked, sometimes it was in my bedroom or hers and others over the hood of the car, in the backseat, an open field or airport parking lot. She met me naked under a coat when I flew up to New York, in a corset, garters and stockings when I came home for dinner in Florida. We had a sex chair on the lanai where we played with positions, her sitting on top of me, bent over the back doggy style, legs over the arms of the chair me giving her head, kneeling in front of me deep throating, her sitting on me taking it up her gorgeous ass. This chair had seen it all.
Nor was any particular room off limits the bedroom, the shower, the kitchen, pool table, living room we made love or fucked like banshees in all those places.
When she showed me she was reading the book '50 Shades of Grey' I started to read it and thought I can write better and started writing her erotic stories, porn actually, and started posting them here. Michelle loved them putting herself in the place of the protagonist in my stories. While the stores themselves were fiction, the fantasies were real, always based on something that one or the other of us had experienced. Should you chose to read the story 'Michelle and the Trash Men' it's a fantasy born of her fascination with garbage men and the process of gathering trash. She really does love the process and runs to the window to watch them as they do their job. 'Michelle at Fisheating Creek' came from my days riding a Harley chopper and having gone to a phenomenal party at Fisheating Creek, Florida. Each of the stories has some connection.
While this story is also fiction, it is based on an event that happened in our life some time ago. Oh there are definitely bits where I used artistic license and names and places have most definitely been changed as they say to protect the not so innocent, but the basics of the story are what actually happened one weekend in the lives of Robert and Michelle. Also, while Michelle and I have talked extensively about the experience, I have no idea what 'Marco' actually thought so the thoughts are what I would have had, had I been him.
Please enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed experiencing it.
It started with a thought. Robert thought it would be fun to set up a 4-handed massage with Michelle which could turn out to be her first multiple guy experience. But where to look for such a situation. The answer came to him quickly, they had planned a trip with his car club to Kissimmee where, with all that was going on there was an anonymity which would allow her to bypass her inhibitions and really let herself go and the idea took root and the pathway quickly set.
"Michelle, have you ever had a 4-handed massage?" Robert asked.
"No, what's that?"
"You know, a massage where two masseurs work together to relax you and give you the massage of your life. I've had a few and, without exception, they've been great."
Not knowing what was in store for her, but knowing that Robert was always thinking about what would excite her while keeping her safe, Michelle replied "No. I can't even imagine what that would be like, and I think' she paused, "I'd want you to be there with me."
"That's what I thought you'd say." Robert replied. "I'll be there."
"You'll be there?"
"Yes, Sugarplum, I've got one set up for you on Sunday, after the run. You're going to have your first four handed massage with me and a male masseuse." Robert smiled knowing she was now going to head mentally into spaces she'd never been before in anticipation of what he'd planned. And with that short conversation, the adventure had begun.
Michelle had opened up extensively since meeting Robert. Not that she'd ever been a prude, that just wasn't in her makeup. She loved being a woman, and an incredibly attractive one at that. With red to auburn hair, a Jayne Mansfield body, and a libido which matched any man's, Michelle was what most men dreamed of but would never, ever have the opportunity to actually encounter.
Robert, who she met online, was the perfect foil to Michelle. Self assured and confident, good looking though not a Ken and Barbie sort of guy, he was an enigma. Quiet and reserved often, outspoken, extroverted, opinionated and alpha other times she never knew exactly what to expect with him. What she did know was that he was ahead of the game. That wherever she thought they were headed, whatever she thought was going to happen, whatever boundaries she thought were there, she was going to be surprised. He was going to break the boundaries down, head in a direction which she'd never headed before, and take her places she had no idea existed in real life.
This was going to be one of those times.
With that short conversation, Michelle's thoughts started to race, 'What is this going to be like? How does this work? Will I be naked? What are they going to do with me?' and, needing to know, she queried Robert all those things.
"You'll enjoy yourself, Michelle. Don't worry. I'll be there." "Yes, you'll be naked and probably draped at least at the beginning." "All you have to do is relax and we'll do the rest."
Michelle couldn't relax. There was no way given her need to know and she asked "Will he be naked too?" "and you?"
"Perhaps, if that's your comfort zone... probably."
'Probably?' she thought. 'Probably?', and she tried to wrap her mind around this thought. That she'd be there, wherever 'there' was, laying on a massage table naked with Robert and this other guy, this masseur, perhaps naked also giving her a massage. Just the thought had Michelle getting wet. She couldn't help herself, her bodily functions were out of her control as was her body when she reached her 'zone'.
Michelle had a zone. Not unlike that which Michael Jordan fell into when he had a 100 point game or Peyton Manning when he passed for over 300 yards in the playoffs. It was a zone. No-one could put a finger on it, or create it at will, but it was there. Only, for Michelle, the zone was one which was sexual. She would go into the zone when she smelled a man, put her hand on a cock, tasted precum, or when she was being manipulated by a man pinching her nipple, slapping her breasts, sucking on 'her', or being groped. She couldn't explain it, or control it. It just happened and it was happening now just thinking about what Robert had in mind for her...
Going through the next few days was sweet agony for Michelle. Doing her daily routines, her power walk, taking the dog out, making sure that she had what she needed for dinner for Robert and her, her mind would wander and the thoughts would be invaded with the idea of her 4-handed massage. Would she start out laying down on her face, or her back? Will they cover her with a towel or a sheet? At least to begin with?
