My wife and I have been married for three years now. We often fantasize about different scenarios while we screw. Most times I think it turns me on more than it does Marianne but there was this one particular fantasy that never failed to get her really hot.
She would put on a blindfold and pretend I was a masseuse she had hired for the evening. Sometimes I would see a side of her I didn’t know she had. She would get really wild and get into the part. It was a real turn on just watching her react as she pretended to fuck another man.
I always wondered how she would react if she was faced with the real thing. Would she get as hot if she knew it was a real masseuse and not me? I was pretty sure she would get even hotter and the idea of that made me secretly want to see it happen.
I guess I had really been keeping an eye out for someone to play the part for several months now but it wasn’t until I ran across Pete that I realized I was serious. We met in a bar and got to talking. It turns out that he is a real masseuse and that made me think, “I wonder what my wife would think of this guy?”
He was as tall as me at six feet or so but he was a bit better built from what I could see. “Yes, she would definitely want to fuck this guys brains out if I let her,” I thought, “Especially if his cock is as big as he is!”
Then from out of no where I blurted out, “That’s pretty funny, just last night my wife was telling me her fantasy about her, a masseuse, and me and here I meet one!”
“What does she look like?” he asked.
I pulled out a picture of my sexy wife. She was wearing a black teddy that left the nipples exposed and stretched between her pussy lips.
“Wow,” he said, “I’d love to fuck her!” He looked at me to see my reaction and handed me the picture back. “How would you like to really make it happen?” he asked, a little more serious.
The next thing I knew I had invited him over to meet my wife the next evening. We planned that he would show up around six and surprise Marianne. He offered to bring a portable message table but I told him the bed would do just fine.
I went home that night and had a hard time sleeping. I wondered if I should go through with it but after thinking about it more I realized that I couldn’t wait to see the reaction on Marianne’s face. I didn’t tell her a thing because I had it all planned out to be a surprise.
At about three o-clock the next day I told her I had a special treat for her today at six. I told her since she had such a hard week I decided to treat her to something she had never experienced, a message from a real masseuse.
Her mouth dropped open and she looked at me with disbelief. “Are you serious?” she said. “Sure, why not?” I asked her, “I know you would love to get a message.”
“Mmmm,“ she moaned, “But you know how much that will turn me on!” She put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, “You’re just messing with me aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not,” I told her, “I think you can handle it if you get really hot during your message. I’ll just have to take care of you afterwards.” I laughed to myself because I had no intentions of taking care of her afterwards. Pete and I were going to fuck her all night after he got her so hot she couldn’t stand it any more.
Finally I convinced her I was being serious and she looked at the clock. “I have to take a bath and get ready!” she said as she hurried off to the bathroom. From how excited she seemed you would think that I had told her my true plans instead of making her think she was just getting a message.
At five thirty Marianne came upstairs wearing a towel. “I’m ready now,” she said.
She wasn’t wearing anything but a towel but her hair was all curled and she was wearing make-up and lots of perfume. “I’d say you were trying to impress someone,” I told her.
“What makes you say that honey?” she replied, “I’m not wearing a thing yet.”
“Yeah, but you smell great and look even better! I said, “ And if we had time I would jump you right now!”
