Wifes Massage 3

As she lay there feeling the softness of the sheet wrapped around her body, she daydreamed about was going to happen.

Her husband lit the candles, arranged the room, laid out her favorite underwear, and prepared her sacred space. She was lying on the massage table, waiting. Waiting patiently. Oh how long would she have to wait? All she knew was that her husband had arranged a massage for her as he had done so many times in the past.

He'd invited so many young men into their house, into their room, to touch his wife. She was always nude, except for her panties, and her breasts were always perky with hard nipples, excited at the anticipation of another man touching her. Historically, the men were always respectful - brushing her nipples but never touching. Rubbing her thighs, but never grazing her pussy. Working her ass but never spreading it. Having a bulge in their pants that grazed get elbow. Yes, those massage therapists always had a rock hard erection when they touched her, but only one grazed her arm; she didn't have the courage to say anything about it or touch it. She often wishes she would have said something, anything! The dreams about what may happen next frequently filled her fantasies.

Her mind quickly drifted to all of the lucky women who got fucked by their massage therapist. All of the videos she watched of lucky housewives getting drenched in oil and then drenched in cum. Their pussies touched and licked and spread wide and fucked and used. She dreamed about it. She dreamed about a hot young cock worshipping her. She could feel a tingle in her stomach, and her pussy heat on her thighs. She was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about it.

"How long need I wait?" she questioned? She had been laying there for what felt like an eternity, but only 3 minutes had passed.

She quickly plunged her hand between her legs and slid a finger between her lips - she was dripping! She pulled her hand out and sucked get finger clean. At that exact moment the door cracked open and an unfamiliar voice said "Are you ready for me?" She wanted to scream "YES!" but she was shaken up from the interruption. She finished enjoying her juices and quietly whispered "yes." She was disappointed by her shy attitude; it was not her style!

Yet having an unfamiliar man in her room while she was naked and her husband was in the next room definitely made her feel coy.

"Do you have a favorite scent?" he inquiried. I have lavender, citrus, lemongrass, spa sea, and a few others. She murmured "anything" as she softened her body and melted deeper into the table. She could smell his musky manly scent which sent her reeling deeper into the fantasy of him. She could see his feet through the massage table with the way her head was placed. He had big feet and strong legs. She had no idea who the man was in her room and she didn't care. As her mind raced more and more, she felt the sheet get lifted off of her back and tucked in at her hips. She wished he just took the whole thing off in one fell swoop, but he did not. Just then, the drips of warm oil on her back sent a shiver down her spine. The aroma of gentle lavender filled the room and made her heart race. "I love that scent," she murmured, "it makes me so relaxed."

"I love it too, and it mixes with your scent perfectly." His voice was deep, yet soft and kind. The type of man who could control a room with a boom from his voice, but the kind who need not. "Do you mind if I am liberal with the oil? he asked. She nodded gently with permission.

He proceeded to run his fingers and palms all over her back and sides and neck. He didn't miss a spot.

"Do you frequently get massages?"

"Only when my husband makes an appointment for me. He likes to see me taken care of."

"Great, I can feel a few knots I need to work out, we will spend some time on those. Your husband asked me to take *good care* of you today."

He did? What did he say? Did he tell him that I've fucked other men? Sucked cocks in front of him? Had another man fuck me while hubby helped? I hope so!

He slowly worked out the knows while standing at my head. I could almost feel his package on my head, so I inched forward and gently pushed into his cock. He tightened his grip and then moved down her ass all the way to her feet and gently rubbed them. He quickly came back to her shoulders, following direction from her breaths.

The sheet was flicked up over her back and he tucked it under her body. He full on grabbed her breasts while doing so, and her only response was "mmmmmmm". That was his cue.

He pulled the sheet off of her feet and exposed her ass in her panties. The dark red accentuated her dark tanned skin so nicely. "Cute panties" he gently whispered. "Are those for me or your husband?"

"Mmmmmmboth of you" she breathed.

That was his sign. He was going to make sure he took good care of his wife. He was going to be listening in at the door hoping to catch a sound of the stranger touching his wife.

"I think you'll need to take those panties off so I can massage all your muscles. I can do it for you if you don't want to move?" She nodded again and his thumbs quickly wiggled into her panties pulling them down from her hips. Her pelvis raised up as he did, and she gently spread her legs a little bit wider. It took a moment to see her panties drop on the floor, and before they did she heard him drink in her scent. He must have been smelling her panties!

He took his time caressing and rubbing and touching her all over, but he never once touched her pussy. He couldn't have been closer to her wetness but he ignored her juices that she could now feel on the table.

"Is it a little warm in here? You feel hot" he said as he placed a hand between her thighs. She could feel his hand there but couldn't feel anything on her pussy. "It's very hot in here, a little wet too." He took his index finger and gently traced her pussy from her clit to her ass taking his time. Her breathing stopped as this stranger touched her wet pussy, and she got lost in the moment.

"I'm going to lick up all your juices, if that's ok" he directed. She thought about it for a minute and was unsure how to answer. "He's waiting outside the door, listening. He told me that he's had many men here massaging you, but none have taken the bait. It's time for that to change."

She nodded excitedly and spread her legs just a little wider. She could feel the cool air of the room drift across her pussy and her lips naturally spread with anticipation. "Do you like to lick married women?" she asked.

"You'll be my first!" He gently said with gusto as he buried his face between her legs, but didn't do anything other than inhale - drawing cool air over her wetness - and exhale warm air immediately after. He watched her body tighten with anticipation.

"But first we need to focus on this massage" he said with an air of ego. He continued to rub and touch her body, but did so with a throbbing bulge in his pants. She felt it a few times as it brushed her arm or her thigh. She didn't have the courage to do anything but moan at the instant it brushed her.

"It's time to turn over, Miss," he gently whispered into her ear "I need to focus on the rest of your body." He didn't even bother to put the sheet back over her body, and allowed her nipples and pussy to be exposed to the cool, but not uncomfortable, air in the room. He doused her body liberally in massage oil and worked his hands all over her - purposely ignoring her mound again. They both knew he was going to end up there anyways. Her perky breasts got most of the attention, and he seemed to get harder with each moan she let out.

Standing at her head, leaning over her body he Said "let me inspect that pretty pussy of yours, spread wider please". His hands gently began rubbing her pelvis, her hips, her mound, her thighs. Gently touching and exploring, he still hadn't touched her pussy again. She could feel her juices dripping out and making a mess of the table. "A little wet, are we?" he smirked. He kissed her ear and her neck before whispering "I can't wait to taste you" which sent a shiver down her spine. He traced her body with a single finger as he rounded the table and ended up at her feet. He gently pushed her legs apart and laid between them placing his head right between her legs. She could sense just how close his tongue was to her pussy and he inquired "how badly do you want a lick?" She tried to mumble "now please" but all that came out was "now pl...." at which instant he plunged his tongue deep inside of her flower. He gave a long, intent, slow lick from her tight ass all the way to her throbbing clit.

"Oh my godddd!!!!" She proclaimed as he continued to tongue her willing pussy.

He was the second best - maybe the best - tongue she ever felt on her pussy. His hunger was even more intense than her husband's. She had never met a man who liked to lick her as much as her husband, until today. He gently lapped at her pussy and then slipped a finger inside, landing right on her G-spot. He gently massaged her from the inside while his tongue massaged her clit. She gripped at the vinyl table but there was nothing to hold on to. She grabbed his head and pushed it into her clit as hard as she could, screaming "I'm... I'm.. gonnnnna cum!!! I'm gonna cum!!!" He began to lick and finger her ever harder, matching her moans and breaths. She exploded all over his face before melting even further into the table.

He caressed her as she reeled from the ecstacy, until the door slowly opened. "Did you enjoy yourself sweetie?" he asked. He turned to his wife and said "I think he's a great massage therapist don't you agree" when he looked at his wife. "But now it's my turn. Thank you for your time. See you next week?" the husband asked as he undid his pants and they dropped to the floor.

"Yes sir, I can't wait to see your wife again."