I was buckling up my pants and wondering how I could quickly end what I thought had turned into a pretty embarrassing situation. I had basically just jerked off while a muscular masseur whom we'd invited to our hotel room for a private spa treatment had gotten my wife off with his fingers. My pants were soaked from the cum I'd just blown into them, an embarrassment that my wife and this perfect stranger had just witnessed. I wanted to pack up and get out.
The problem was that Ben, the masseur, was still gently fondling Jenny's crotch and was sporting what looked like a huge erection. She was still on her back on the table, glistening nude in the oil he'd covered her with, her full tits and broad thighs reflecting the yellow light from the only lamp that was on in the room.
"Well," I said, to no one in particular. I had no idea what to say at this point. My wife was still recovering from the monumental orgasm that Ben had just given her. She was breathing quickly and had her eyes closed, a dreamy look on her face. The color was high on her chest and in her face and her thick nipples stood erect.
Ben stepped a little closer to the head of the table, one hand trailing up my wife's body and gently rubbing one of her breasts. She smiled slightly, her eyes still closed. Sensing where Ben stood, she reached out with one hand found the tent in his pants. She pressed against it lightly.
I couldn't believe it. Ben of course was happy and pushed himself into my wife's palm. Jenny slowly moved her hand up and down the front of his pants.
"Uh, Jen, I think it's time for us to go," I said. It came out like a croak. My throat was still dry from my own orgasm. Neither one of them seemed to hear me.