Stress-Busting My Wife

My wife and I run a high-end printing business that has gained a lot of clientele over the past five years. On the bright side, income has been good. On the down side, time to relax became scarce. And yes, stress at one point was beginning to catch up with us.

After one of those demanding client meetings and while driving home, my gorgeous wife Ayee made one of those deep breaths that produced a familiar sound of being both tired and stressed out. Even though she is indeed very tired, Ayee remained very attractive. At 5'4", her 29-year-old frame is like that of a blossoming teenager as she's managed to remain within the 105-110 pound weight range through the years we've been together. Her shapely profile is covered by smooth fair skin down to where it matters where she is usually shaved completely, perfect 34-B breasts with nipples that permanently stand up and out, a butt that's so shapely even our most hardened clients obviously drool over it, and a pair of legs that's worth getting an insurance for! Recognizing she's probably all keyed up, I decided to pull over and told her how much I appreciate her hardwork and that I would do anything to make her feel better. She just kept quiet and smiled, telling me that how I should make her feel better is up to me.

Well, I've always been a believer of the idea that nothing takes your day's stress away like a good massage! Problem is, it was close to eleven in the evening and in the Asian City where we lived, most massage centers would be closed by that time. I decided to call an athlete friend who by virtue of his rigid sports training would always be in need of a massage like twice a week. I stepped out of the car so that Ayee would not hear what we were talking about as I wanted to surprise her! My friend on the phone said all I need to do is look up in a fairly popular newspaper and there's a listing of masseurs who are willing to either go to our home or in the hotel to give real good massage.

I drove to the nearest corner to grab a copy of that paper, and my wife was wondering what the hell I was buying a newspaper for when it's kinda late at night. I told her I needed to look something up. After seeing what was the last copy of the paper, I grabbed it and drove to the nearest hotel where I was planning to give my wife such sweet surprise: An overnight stay in this elegant hotel I had in mind and a massage that can soothe her tired body and nerves to sleep.

The hotel was always a treat – smiling, helpful staff that were nearly willing to carry both of us by their arms straight to our room! As soon as we settled, I started to make a few calls, checking out what type of massage those masseurs listed in the paper offered, how much it costs, how long does that massage last. Then I saw an ad that says "for women and couples only." I spoke to the guy, his name is Ed. He was pleasant yet pretty straight-forward. He described the massage session to me in detail, stating upfront he prefers that a woman is completely naked during the one-hour massage as I will anyway be there to watch over the "proceedings." When he learned I was getting his services for my wife, he immediately went on to describe how she will soothe the body and mind of Ayee. Since I liked what I heard, I told him to come over asap.

Ayee was just stepping out of the bathroom as I ended my call to Ed. She asked who I was talking to and I said room service. She went to straight to bed and immediately cuddled me. I leaned forward to kiss her. Her robe gave way to my pressing hands. I just had to touch those beautiful breasts. Her arms gave way next. She held her right breast to my mouth, and I sucked them softly, almost reluctantly, until I saw her eyes shut and I started to vigorously tongue her nipples. I was still fully clothed so I hurriedly removed everything. My 7-inch cock sprang into action, Ayee's typical effect on me.

We kissed for what felt like minutes, all the while touching each other's body. I kissed her breasts and buttocks… then went for her legs, my favorite part of her body. Couldn't help but smell the fragrance of her cunt, which by now was starting to open up. Her perfect clit showed up in all its redness when I stroked her. I quickly parted those voluptuous lips and gently rolled my tongue up from her butt to her clit. She moaned and her body slightly jolted with nearly every stroke of my tongue on her moist cunt. I really enjoy drinking her juices, and she's the kind who juices up a lot!

Ayee returned the compliment by bending her body to the point that her mouth reached the tip of my much hardened cock. She loves to play with the head of my cock before swallowing all of it down to the deepest corners of her throat. She sucked so well that I felt I was going to explode if she did not slow down. Gladly, she decided to move to my balls which always felt wonderful. She tongued every inch of my balls, went down to lick the sides of my legs and my butt. I felt I was ready to fuck her so I stood up and positioned myself.

The door bell rang. I almost forgot that a masseur was coming in to massage my wife. Ayee paused and motioned for me to run to the door as she covered herself. I had like a minute to tell her that the room service was actually a massage service for her. I was afraid she'll be upset because it interrupted one very hot sex. But when I told her it was a masseur that I called to give her a relaxing one-hour massage, she hugged me and thanked me for the thoughtfulness!

I got dressed and Ed came in. Nothing fantastic except for a clearly muscular built. He's about two inches shorter than I am and I stand at nearly 6 feet. I shook his hand and pointed him to his client. He was so polite and reached out to shake my wife's hand and greeted her a pleasant evening. Then I told him she's ready.

He excused himself to the rest room and I heard what sounded like he was washing his hands. After another minute, he came out in an undershirt and in one of those bicycle shorts that hugged his torso like second skin. I was surprised with his attire, or lack of it if I may say, knowing that during a massage session, his body can come into contact many times with my wife's body. Being not the most conservative husband in the world, I realized what the heck.

Ayee was lying face down when Ed asked if it's ok to take her robe off. My wife looked at me and I approached the bed to remove her robe myself. Her naked body stood out like a shining flower vase in the middle of an elegant room. Ed proceeded to put oil all over her back, then her legs. So far he has done what looked like typical stuff that masseurs do – kneading her shoulders, pressing gently on her arms, running his thumb over the narrow stretch of her leg. When he reached the shapely buns of my wife, his fingers were visibly spread out. He ran them up and down her butt, then made circular motions every once in a while. Then he made a move that separated the delicious cheeks of my wife's butt. He did it in such a way that he would hold on to the cheeks while they were spread out, clearly giving him a good view of Ayee's cunt. Now I recall we were nearly at the peak of our lovemaking when he came knocking. I couldn't help but notice the wet spot beneath Ayee's cunt – I told you she's a juices up big time! Ed kept doing it then stopped only to spread her legs this time. His hands started working on my wife's upper thighs. At this point I decided to pull my chair closer to the bed, directly at the foot of Ayee where Ed just partially covers me and where I can see his hands at work.

Ed stroked her upper legs firmly. As his hands moved to the top of her legs, I saw him slow down and pressed what looked like the sides of my wife's cunt very gently. His thumbs were clearly pressing up and down on the shaved cheeks of my wife's cunt. I tried to look more closely, surprised with myself that something like that was part of the massage. Ed looked at me as I leaned forward and asked me if he should stop. Before I could say anything, Ayee said no! I smiled at Ed and gestured him to just keep going. Then he stood up so that he could spread Ayee's legs more liberally. At this point, my wife was totally naked and at that lying face down with her legs spread so far apart. As Ed went back to the same bed where my wife was anticipating more, I could not help but notice how his bike shorts were suddenly strained to the max in front. He was definitely very hard and I admit I was too!

Ed positioned himself on top of Ayee's back to the point that he was facing her feet. He then slowly sat down on the back of Ayee where noticeably the cock in his skin-tight shorts was resting on the upper side of her back. He then reached out and applied swift strokes from the upper to the lower part of Ayee's legs. Each time he did so, his face came into close contact with my wife's wide-open cunt. I did notice that each time he would lean forward and get close to Ayee's cunt while doing the massage on her upper legs down, he would blow some hair and make that strong "woooh" sound from his mouth. I saw Ayee move her butt very gently, almost involuntarily, up then down. Ed kept blowing air to my wife's cunt without really letting his mouth touch her pussy, but the hot air he's blowing sure made Ayee's cunt all the more wet and she now was glistening under the light. Her white juices were starting to liberally flow from her tight pink hole to the sides of her shaved cunt, and her cunt hole was partially open by now. At this point, I wanted to pound her with my rigid cock, but I sensed I shouldn't interrupt what was clearly a massage session we're all enjoying.

Then came to the point where he asked Ayee to turn over. This time with her breasts and cunt exposed like never before to any other man, Ed started to apply oil on her feet, going up to her knees and thighs. He then lifted one of Ayee's legs and moved it apart from the other leg, again exposing her pink, shaved flesh. God she was all juiced up. Her cunt hole by now was all shiny and white with her juices, and I'm sure Ed can see it!

Ed was done with her legs and I thought he was headed north to Ayee's very wet cunt. But he stood up and went to the side of my wife, put oil on his hands and applied them almost like without touching her skin – on her left breast. He was doing circular motions, pressing the firm sides of her breasts, clearly avoided the nipple. He did it first with one hand, then used both hands in such a way that my wife's nipples were at the center of his two hands. Stroking her breasts gently, I saw Ayee bite her lower lip. It was then when I saw Ed place her nipples between his two thumbs, rubbing them on the sides, trapping it between his fingers. My wife threw her head back in pleasure, and almost by instinct spread her legs some more. Ed was visibly encouraged. He reached out for the Kleenex by the bedside table and grabbed a few pieces to wipe the oil of Ayee's breasts. I was thinking that's how he finishes his massage of the breast, by cleaning it up!! He definitely had other things in mind! Ed then bent over my wife's breast and rolled his tongue over her nipple. My wife was squirming by now. I saw him hold the back of Ed's head, which made Ed open his mouth and suck her nipples harder. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and how my wife was reacting to it! I couldn't believe how hard I got while watching all of this happen.

Ed kept sucking her nipple, stopped only to plant gentle kisses on the sides and flesh of her breast. He moved to the other side of the bed and did exactly the same on my wife's right breast, this time with a hand gently caressing the other breast as he sucked one of them. My wife's nipples were so hard that you could stably stand a dime on top of it! When he lifted his head from Ayee's breasts, I could see his saliva dripping on her nipples and my wife looked like she was about to come. Almost like a choreographed move, Ed stood up and left my wife's body shaking. The bulge in his pants has grown immensely, his cockhead visibly protruding, jutting out so massively.

He walked to the table where there was drinking water, took a sip then went back to my waiting wife. Ed this time positioned himself between her legs. Ayee so freely parted her legs when her masseur lifted one and moved it to her side. I love it when she spreads her legs widely, almost like that of a ballet dancer's split. Ed then used her own lubrication, which by this time was uncontrollably flowing on the sides of her cunt, to massage the sides of her vagina. He ran his thumb up and down the sides, and would rotate his fingers on top of her shaved pubic mound. He kept rubbing the sides of her cunt, and then slowly moved his thumb right at the center of her crack. Again I had to move closer to see what's happening. Ed gave me that look again, as if asking if he may or may not continue. At this point, my wife was lifting her buttocks to receive Ed's hands so I was in no position to say no. Besides, it was so exciting to see her so aroused by what I thought was just a stress-busting massage. My erection was straining my briefs all throughout! Sex is the best way to bust stress after all!

His hands were alternating from rubbing the sides to rubbing the very middle of her crack, and Ed was doing is so smoothly that it was producing a very faint yet erotic sound. Just as I thought Ayee was going to explode, Ed began to focus on her clit, with his right thumb directly on top of it caressing downwards, while the left hand begins to explore the entrance of her hole.

Ayee was in ecstasy, has shed all inhibitions, started vigorously playing with her own breasts while squirming on the hands of her masseur. This part of the massage went on much longer than any other part! I saw my wife take successive deep breaths, then her body trembled while the masseur's thumb kept attacking her clit with his thumb and while the rest of his fingers caress her entire vagina. She came and she was shaking. Her breasts and neck turned so red that I thought she'd faint.

Just as I thought that concludes the massage, Ed stood up and went to the part of the room where he left his bag. He opened it but I could not see clearly from where I was what he was doing. When he turned around, I saw what looked like an 8-inch vibrator in his hands, still neatly wrapped in what looked like security packaging. He told me it's brand new and would like to use it on my wife without condoms so she will feel every inch of the ribbed vibe. Ayee's eyes opened when she heard what he was saying, and this time it was my turn to say go ahead. My wife gave me a huge naughty grin. Ed then asked me if he may do the honors, he said it so politely that there was no way I could say no, especially after seeing how prepared my wife was for it.

He then sat beside Ayee, his muscled arm leaning on one side of the body while the other held the vibe firmly. Ed placed the tip of the vibe on my wife's entrance, slightly rotating it while my wife moaned in pleasure. I then saw him flick the switch, and the buzzing sound led to jerking movements of the vibe. It was then when he started to slowly insert it in my wife's cunt. Here I was, watching the masseur I hired to remove my wife's stress, giving her what was perhaps the best sex of her life.

I heard Ed ask my wife if she wants it deeper. Ayee gave out one erotic YES, and her masseur plunged the whole thing suddenly inside her. My wife screamed in what sounded more like pleasure than pain. At this point I walked towards her, held her in my arms, and kissed her mouth. I was kissing her softly, just enough to reassure her that everything's ok and that I loved what was happening as much as she clearly does. I was kissing her when her body jolted again as she apparently came so strongly that she reached out for my hand and gripped it so tight. Ed did not stop pumping the vibe in and out of her juiced up cunt. My wife kept moaning and moving her hips wildly this time, then jolted again for her next orgasm.

I continued kissing her and caressing her hair. I looked at how Ed was doing and his cock was out of his bike shorts. Ed was playing with what was a very presentable shaft! He was jerking off while pumping my wife with the vibe. When Ayee opened her eyes as she surfaced for air, she saw that Ed was masturbating and said a big WOW. That was probably all she needed to see to come again, and as her body convulse more violently this time for yet what felt like a much bigger explosive orgasm. Couldn't take anything more, she told me that she wanted the vibe out of her drenched cunt. I told Ed to remove it, and just as he did, Ed proceeded to suck on the end of the vibe, licking and drinking the remnant juices of wife's pulsating cunt. He kept licking her juices off the vibe until his cock stiffened and ejected large streams of white fluid on his chiseled abdomen. Ed collapsed on my wife's legs, his face directly next to her cunt that was oozing with her cum.

After he sort of got back his senses, Ed got off my wife's legs, stood up and went to pick up his shorts. He surprisingly managed to keep his undershirt on. He took shaky steps to the table where his backpack was resting, brought out a towel, wiped sweat off his face and huge amount of sperm on his body. My wife was resting serenely in my arms as we both watched Ed put on his bike shorts. His cock still had a few trickles of his massive explosion.

I stood up to thank him, and he thanked me back. He gave me his business card and offered the next session will be at 50% off! I said I'll keep his number and gave him a handsome tip. He approached my still naked wife in bed, shook her hands and before leaving gave her breast a light squeeze before saying "Thank you ma'm, you were terrific!." Ayee smiled and thanked him back, as she grabbed his business card from my hand.