I am a 33 year old women that is peaking in my sexuality and married to a wonderful, fun loving man 19 years my senior. Unfortunately, he is overworked and losing his sexual desire. I have tried many things to keep romance in our marriage but quite frankly I am sexually frustrated much of the time. This has led me to do things that I would have never considered earlier in our marriage. This is such a story. It begins on a cross-country bike trip.
My husband Bill and I started to ride bikes as an exercise activity. We have become very fond of long rides versus the "tourist" style of cycling we used when we started. We purchased lightweight custom bikes earlier this year and began riding with a couple of local clubs. We love it! We are fit and look great physically. This summer we decided to take a five-night six-day organized bike trip as one our vacations. We even went out a bought new bike clothes…I know that is silly but I wanted to look good as we biked our 75 kilometers each day.
Twin German brothers, Hans and Peter were the organizers and guides. They were all business, no nonsense kind of guys that would take your breath away as they were so good looking and "buff" in their bike shorts and shirts. I could not help but stare at the bulge in their tight shorts. I could see their cocks outlined perfectly and was indeed intrigued by the size of their packages. Bill had almost no bulge with his nub. Anyway, we set off on the first day and wouldn't you know I pulled a groin muscle after about 60 KM. I finished the first leg in much discomfort. We camped out near a fire station on the first night. We used their shower and facilities to clean up. Since there was only one shower, we took turns with Hans or Peter standing guard to separate the sexes. I had told them of my pulled muscle and Hans told me to be last to take my shower and he would give be a deep muscle massage. He indicated that it would give me relief so that I could continue the trip and not have to travel in the equipment van. It sounded good to me.
After my shower, I called out to Hans that I was ready, he called for Peter to stand guard and came in the locker room. He told me to lay on a table on my back with the towel covering my body. He then pulled my legs slightly apart, rubbed his hands together quickly to warm them and proceeded to massage my inner thigh. He kept this up for several minutes, concentrating on that muscle and talking softly in German. I had absolutely no idea what he was saying, but I did find it romantic. Here I lay with only a towel over my breasts and pussy, relaxing in a dimly lit room, being massaged by two very talented hands and hearing a foreign language spoken very softly.