My Best Friends Wife Ch 02

Some of my readers requested that I translate some of my Afrikaans stories into English. Here is my first effort. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to comment or vote.

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It's Friday night. I am at a barbecue at my friend Derek's house along with other guests. The men are socializing with drinks in hand around the fire. After the usual rugby talk, the topic soon turns to women. Jacques, one of the guys, starts teasing. "I wish I had such a nice job as our friend, Jason here. He plays with other people's wives and girlfriends all day and then he calls it work. And he gets paid for it! Lucky dog!" Everyone agrees. I'm a freelance architect by profession, but I also 'freelance' as a masseur. I am single and live alone in a big house. I have converted part of the house into a massage parlor. Most people find my combination of occupations very strange.

A few years ago I worked on an architectural project in Japan as part of an exchange student program for my Masters. The people with whom I was staying ran a massage parlor from their home. I have learned a tremendous amount about the art of massaging from Hiroyuki, my host, and even helped out with many massage sessions to compensate in part for my boarding and lodging. I enjoyed it tremendously and decided to try it here in South Africa. The men here think it's wonderful and that it is an inexhaustible source of naked women and steamy sex sessions. If only it were true! But let them believe what they want.

"Jason, maybe you should take Jessie for a session." says Derek, our host. "She's become such a prude lately and is incredibly uptight. Do you think you can do something for her? "

Jessica is his beautiful wife. Everyone calls her just Jessie, or Jess.

"Well, I don't believe I can do much about the prudishness, but stress is my forte." I answer. I don't take him seriously, though, and laugh it off as a case of the liquor doing the talking.

On Monday morning, however, I receive a phone call from Derek. He wants to book a massage session for Jessie. "Are you available this afternoon round two o'clock?" he asks.

"Absolutely!" I say. I would be out of my mind if I did not make time for Jess. I have no idea how he managed to convince her. She's quite reserved. "Are you coming too?" I ask.

"No thanks!" he replies. "If you had a sexy young assistant, it would of course have been a completely different matter ..." he jokes.

"Any preferences or requests?" I ask.

"None at all. Let her decide. But don't be too hard on her. "

"I will take good care of her, I promise." I say and hang up.

It's Monday afternoon two o'clock. The doorbell rings. It's Jess. She is wearing a light summer dress and has a beach bag over the shoulder. She is looking as fresh as a daisy - an absolutely stunning woman! What makes her special is the rare combination of jet-black hair and blue eyes - the so-called "Spanish blonde". However, she has quite a light complexion. It makes me wonder if her hair color, as is the case with most women, comes from a bottle. What makes her even more remarkable is the fact that she appears to be totally unaware of the effect she has on most men.

I invite her in and lead her through to the massage room.

"Jason, this is a first for me. You'll have to be patient. Oh, and please remember - this is Derek's idea, not mine." she points out. "But can I ask you a few questions before we start?"

"Of course!" I reply, offering her a chair next to the massage bed.

She peers wide-eyed at the bed. "Can you tell me in a nutshell what my options are?"

"Jess, I'm going to be honest with you. I want you to know exactly what you're letting yourself in for. A massage is mainly about one thing - the body. It is about relaxation and massaging of certain key muscles and nerve pressure points in order to make you feel better. To access these key points properly, one is sometimes compelled to work in close contact with most body parts, including the privates. It may, therefore, in some cases become a very erotic experience. Some people are comfortable with it and others find it offensive." I briefly explain the various types of massages that I offer. She listens attentively.

"This 'full body massage' that I have heard of it. How does it work? Must a person be totally naked?" she asks hesitantly.

"Preferably, but not necessarily. I normally leave that to my clients to decide." I explain. "Oh, and I let them decide how far they want things to go. I have no expectations and will certainly not do anything that the customer is not comfortable with. It is very important to me that my customers are comfortable at all times. But I must warn again, it can be quite a sensual and erotic experience."

"I'm not really interested in any of the 'naked' or erotic massages, thank you." she says firmly. "But I will leave it up to you. Do what you think best, as long as it stops when I say so."

"Perfectly good enough for me." I assure her. "But you have to understand that it is ultimately about sensual pleasures. So think carefully before you tell me to stop. There is nothing you can do that will shock me, so do not stop me just because you think that I will think less of you or anything. "

"Sensual pleasure ... I will keep that in mind. What should I wear? I brought a swimsuit ..."

"I would prefer that you use the clothes that are in the locker room." I answer. "We will be using oils and things that might ruin your swimwear. These garments are disposable and made specifically for massage sessions."

"Okay then. What do these garments look like? I hope it's not too revealing ..." she says with a worried look.

"Nothing sexy. It's like a boob tube with shoulder straps with very modest matching panties. But go see for yourself." I say. She steps into the locker room and closes the door. I wait patiently.

"Heavens!" she calls after a while. "It's not very modest!!"

"Massage gown behind the door, Jess!" I say. "Please bring two towels as well to cover the 'naughty bits' if you want." I start getting the necessary oils and stuff ready.

"Naughty bits, huh..? OK, then." she says. "But can I keep the gown on?"

"For now, yes. We'll see how it goes."

Finally, she steps out of the locker room. She is wearing the gown, the front covered right up to the neck region, two towels under one arm. "What now?" she asks, hesitantly.

"Now we begin. If there is anything I do with which you are uncomfortable, just say the word and I will stop. "I assure her." Come and sit here on the bed."

"Do I have to take the gown off?" she asks.

"Not yet necessary."

She breathes a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's get started." I say, and move in behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and begin to massage her neck over the gown with my thumbs. She gradually begins to relax and we make small talk while I do my thing.

I gently pull the gown down over her shoulders so that I can have better access to her muscles. She responds by quickly holding the front of the gown tightly together over her boobs. Soon she relaxes while I massage her back, still over the gown.

"Now we need to get your arms out of the gown." I say. "We need to stretch those tight shoulder muscles thoroughly." She cooperates by slipping her arm out of the gown while holding the front together with the other.

I raise her hand, put it behind her head and pull her elbow back, gently but firmly. "Ouch..!" she says softly. I laugh. "Like they say, no pain, no gain." I relax the pressure on her arm and repeat the stretches five times.

"Now the other arm, please." She slips the other arm out of the gown while still holding the gown loosely over her chest. I do five more stretches.

"Now we have to do both arms simultaneously." I say.

"Yes, but ..." she protests.

"Never mind. Let's do it this way." I drape a towel around her neck so that the two ends of it cover her breasts.

"Hmm ... Very ingenious!" She smiles and drops the gown and bundles it up around her hips.

I take her arms and pull them down and backwards so that her hands meet behind her back. I raise her arms upwards behind her back, stretching the shoulder muscles. I hold it like that and repeat the process ten times. Then I put both her hands on the back of her head and pull both her elbows back towards me. This causes her to lean slightly backwards. I now have an unobstructed view of her cleavage, but her boobs remain properly covered. I hold her arms like that for a while and repeat the process several times. She seems quite comfortable with the state of affairs.

I release her arms and push her forward very gently. At the bottom of her suntanned slim back, just above her buttocks are two very prominent and oh so sexy dimples. With my hands on her hips, I press my thumbs on her tight back muscles. Gradually I work my way higher up to the bottom of the top. Without interrupting the massage, I work the underside of the top higher up to expose more of her back. She seems comfortable with it. My hands rests on her rib cage and my thumbs knead her back muscles, my fingers dangerously close to the soft curves of the outer sides of her breasts. I feel her stiffen as my hands move closer to her breasts and decide to rather concentrate on the back. She relaxes immediately.

"Jess, we will now have to lose the gown. I will turn away while you lie on your stomach. You can cover yourself with the towels if you want. Let me know when you are ready. "I turn around.

"OK, I'm ready." she says after a while. She lies on her stomach with her arms at her sides. A towel is draped over her buttocks. The other towel is still around her neck. I put a pillow under her head.

"Would it be okay if I blindfold you?"

"What? Why ..?" she asks, a little suspicious.

I laugh. "Nothing to worry about. I just want to isolate you from the outside world so that you can concentrate only on enjoying what I do. Use your senses to enjoy the sensations and flavors of aromatherapy to the fullest. But if you are uncomfortable with it..?" I show her the black velvet using eye mask similar to the ones that are used sleep on an airplane during a long flight.

"No, it's OK." she agrees.

I put the mask over her eyes. "Remember, you may not remove it. Concentrate on what I do. "

"OK." she whispers.

I walk around the table and massage her feet by exerting pressure with my thumbs on some key nerve pressure points. She seems to enjoy it.

I quickly move on to her calves. Her calf muscles are quite stiff. "This will initially be a little uncomfortable, but it will be worth it, I promise." I explain.

"OK, I'll take your word for it." she answers with a smile.

I put a pillow under her lower legs and pummel her calf muscles hard and fast with the outside edges of my hands.

"Ouch!" she complains.

"Just hang in there. Almost done." I comfort her.

Then I massage her calf muscles in turn from just above the Achilles tendons to below the knee. It's not very pleasant, but the end result makes it worth it. She moans and complains, but stands firm.

I give her a little break. "How does it feel now?" I ask.

She lifts her feet and bends her knees a few times. "You were right. It now feels nice and warm and loose. Quite pleasant!" she says.

"Good!" I respond. I climb on the table and crouch over her feet. I take a soft brush and pull the bristles lightly to and fro over the sensitive back of her knee. Her hand shoots out to stop me. "Oooh ..! That tickles!" she giggles. A spray of goosebumps appears on her upper thighs.

"Would you like me to stop?" I ask.

"No, it was just a little unexpected!" she says. "And I'm very sensitive there!"

"Most people are." I answer and do the same with the other leg. She shivers with pleasure. Her butt wiggles slightly under the towel.

I stop. "How was that?" I ask.

"Actually very good. And in a strange way erotic ..." she says softly. Music to my ears!

I put my hands on either side of her left leg just above the knee, rubbing her leg muscles hard and slowly up and down. Of course, I focus more on the soft inner thigh and rub a little higher with every stroke. Her buttocks tighten noticeably as my hand moves closer to the No Go Zone. She breathes more heavily. My hand glides up to the elastic band of her panties in her groin. I purposely and very gentlemanly avoid any contact with her private parts. Her lower body starts to move restlessly.

I slightly open her legs and massage her soft inner thigh. She groans softly. I think she is enjoying it. I then repeat the process with the other inner thigh. The crotch of her panties is now clearly visible between her legs. It causes a stirring in my pants.

I put my hands under the towel and slip my fingers under the sides of her panties. Then I slowly push the back of the panties into the crack of her buttocks. Her body tightens in anticipation. "Sshh ... It's OK ..." I say softly, and rake my fingernails lightly over her bare buttocks. She draws her breath in sharply. I can feel the goosebumps on her butt. She moans softly, her lower body still restless. I massage her buttocks with both hands, keeping things absolutely within limits. I certainly do not want to frighten her!

"OK, shall we proceed to more enjoyable treatments?"

She thinks for a moment. "What are you going to do ..?" she asks suspiciously.

"I want us to start using the oils. Are you OK with it? "

"All right then ..." she whispers.

I climb down and stand next to her "You're going to have to turn around on your back." She sighs.

"Don't worry, I will hold the towel over you." I say. She turns cautious and I throw the towel over her lower body, of course, not before I treat myself to a good eyeful of the mound of her pussy straining against the front of the thin panties. Immediately there is a stirring in my shorts! She covers her upper body again with the towel draped around her neck. Her flat, tanned tummy is enough to put impure thoughts in any man's head! She seems very relaxed so far.

I have a sizable range of aromatic and therapeutic oils. There are, amongst others, Anika, eucalyptus, lavender, almond, honey, jojoba, Ylang Ylang, and so on.

"I'm going to start with almond." I say and slowly pour a little of the oil into her navel until it overflows. Her stomach muscles tighten, goosebumps appearing all over her skin. With slow, lazy strokes I spread the oil over her slender belly. She gasps as my fingertip gently tickles her navel. I work my hands higher and higher up her chest until my fingers to touch the bottom of her top under the towel. I push the top up gradually until my fingers find the soft, fleshy undersides of her breasts. Again her body tightens in anticipation. I move my hands away. She relaxes again immediately.

I move around her so that I stand behind her head. My fingers slide up her slender neck and I lightly tickle both her earlobes. She shudders.

I pour a little oil on her breastbone and spreads it around on her chest. My right hand moves down between the two panels of the towel and slides under the top in between her breasts. She immediately puts her hand over mine. "It's OK, Jess. Just relax ..." I whisper. I slide my hand up and down her breastbone, but do my best to avoid touching her breasts. Soon she is comfortable with it and relaxes. She removes her hand, a sure sign of trust.

I pour some of the jojoba oil in my hands and rub it in the sides of her chest, outside the panels of the towel. My fingers soon find their way into the sides of her top and I massage her rib cage with the oil. Gradually I move my hands higher until I feel the soft outsides of her breasts. I rub the oil into the softness, but stay away from her nipples. She does not react.

I move around the table and stand next to her again. I lift the towel slightly. "May I ..?" I ask softly.

She hesitates. "If you think it's necessary."

I throw the two ends of the towel off her breasts. I can't help gasping at what I see! Her large, firm breasts strain against the thin material, her nipples, small and hard, now quite visible under the thin material. I have difficulty controlling myself. I pour more oil on my hands and let my hands glide over the soft outer sides of her breasts under the top. She sighs.

"Everything OK, Jess?" I ask subtly.

"Hmm .. Yes, thank you." she says softly. "It smells very nice ..."

"I hope it feels good as well..." I fish for a compliment.

"Heavenly ..." she replies softly and smiles.

I pour a little oil on her breastbone and massages it into her skin with circular motions. Soon the circles grow bigger and my fingers glide over the insides of her breasts. I still avoid going near her hard nipples. I take my hands out from under the top and apply more oil to them. They soon find the way back into the top. I wrap the thumb and forefinger of each hand around the base of each breast and push them together. I hold them like that for a few seconds. They are incredibly firm! Then I squeeze and release them repeatedly, moving my hands deliberately so that her breasts begin to dance around on her chest. She does not complain. Her nipples are rock hard! She is now breathing fairly heavily.

"Jess, I am now going to use a lot of oil." I warn.

"OK." she replies softly.

I pour a generous amount of oil over her top. What she does not realize is that the oil makes the thin material of the top completely transparent. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination! She could just as well have been lying there topless! My hard dick strains so hard against my shorts that it hurts! Given the fact that Jess is blindfolded, I decide to release it from its confinement. It flies upwards as if spring-loaded.

I position myself behind her again, taking care not to poke her against the head with my hard dick. That would certainly ruin the friendship! I massage her shoulders again with my oily hands which soon find their way over her collarbones to the soft curves of her breasts. My fingers slip back under the top again. She immediately puts her hands over her breasts to limit my access.

"Relax." I say softly and begin to gently massaging the upper parts of her breasts. I gradually increase the pace and intensity of the massage so that her breasts dances around again under the top. She removes her hands, I certain sign of trust. I deliberately keep away from her nipples, still hard and straining against the thin material. I slip my hands further into the top, my fingers gliding over the top curves of her breasts. She drew her breath in sharply in anticipation.

"Everything OK?" I ask.

"Mmmm ..." she says softly.

"You have beautiful breasts." I dare.

She blushes. "Thank you." she says, barely audibly.

I lean forward and blow gently in her ear. She shivers.

Her breasts are now seriously dancing around under the thin material. The way they move around on her chest shoots any notion that they were surgically enhanced down in flames! My right hand 'accidentally' glides over her naked breast and grazes her hard nipple lightly.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to..." I apologize and remove hand immediately.

She smiles faintly. "It's OK." I keep away from her nipples as I massage her upper body. Her breasts are dancing around wildly!

To hell with it! I slip both hands over her full, firm breasts and massage them now openly. Her hands shoot up over mine. "Don't ..." she says softly.

"Shhh ..." I reply softly, rubbing her breasts with her hands still over mine. She doesn't make any effort to stop me, but do not remove her hands. "Concentrate only on the pleasure."

"Do you think I'm a prude?" she asks softly.

"Does it matter what I think?" I try to duck the question.

"Just give me an honest answer." she insists.

"Well, a little reserved, maybe. But prudish, no." I answer.