THE MASSEUR.
By Jay.¸1998.

My wife and I have been married for about five years. We met almost by 
accident and hit it off straight away. We fell madly in love and, along the way 
had some of the best sex of our lives together. We married and decided to 
start a family.
I knew Tracey was not a virgin when we met and, occasionally, when 
pressured, would hint at a few details of her past sexual experiences. This 
was as close to sex-talk as she would get. However, since the arrival of our 
second child, her libido was sadly starting to wane. I realised that a little spice 
was needed to help keep our sex-life fresh and exciting.
Sometimes, when we were making love, I would whisper dirty fantasies into 
her ear and she would have multiple orgasms as we fucked. In particular, if 
the fantasy involved myself and another man fucking her at the same time, 
she would have the most intense orgasms that I could actually feel her pussy 
contracting on my cock as she came.
This lead me to the idea of actually arranging a little affair for us.
The more I thought about it, the harder my cock became. I guess most men 
would be jealous at the thought of their wife screwing some strange man, but 
I knew it was one of her secret fantasies and decided to make it real.
One night, after the kids were finally asleep and we were in bed talking, I 
asked her "How do you feel?"  She gave me the usual answer "I'm so tired, 
and my back aches, why do you ask?"  I said "Would you like to make love?"
"I told you my back is sore!" she snapped back. After a few minutes silence I 
said "Maybe what you need is a professional massage, you know, I could 
organise some one to come over one night and pamper you".
She thought about it for a while and said "I know you !  You just want to watch 
some strange guy with a big dick fuck me, don't you!"  "No! I meant a REAL 
massage"  I said  "But now that you mention it, it is a favourite fantasy of mine 
and I'm sure one of yours too!"   "Well, it would be nice to be pampered but I 
don't want any sex involved!" she said.  "That's fine by me" I said "I'll ask 
around and see if I can find someone who can do the job".
I rolled over and started to go to sleep. About thirty minutes later I was 
awoken by the gentle rhythm of the bed shaking. Tracey was silently 
masturbating next to me, no doubt fantasising about being fucked by some 
young stud with a long, fat cock. I listened to her cum, her breathing 
becoming heavy and laboured, until she finally clenched her pussy muscles 
around her fantasy cock and shuddered in orgasm. We both fell asleep.
A few days later, I had it all arranged. I casually mentioned to Tracey that her 
massage was booked for 9:00 PM tomorrow night. "I don't know if I can go 
through with it" she said.  "What do you mean? All you have to do is lie there 
and have your tired muscles massaged!" I explained.  "Are you sure this isn't 
some sex-thing?" she asked.  I smiled at her and gave her a reassuring hug 
"Only if you start something".  "Don't be silly, I would never!" she said.
The kids were sound asleep by 8:00 the following night and Tracey was looking 
nervous. "What should I wear?" she asked.  "Well, it's up to you, but he's going to 
use massage oil so I wouldn't wear anything too flashy" I replied.
Tracey went off to the bedroom and came back wearing a short robe. "Is this 
suitable?" she asked raising up the robe to show her panties and naked 
breasts. "Perfect, not too modest and not too sleazy" I said.
A few minutes later, the door-bell rang. My heart was pounding as I got up 
and answered the door. The masseur was about 30, tall, dark & tanned with a 
great build. "Hi, my name is Steve, glad to meet you!" he said. Out of earshot 
from Tracey, I whispered "You do actually do a massage don't you?" 
"Oh yeah, inside and out" he said.  I said "Listen, don't push it too fast, Tracey 
will let you know if she wants you to go further, O.K.?" "No problem, I'm a 
professional" replied Steve.
I lead Steve into our lounge room where Tracey was nervously waiting on the 
couch and sipping her third glass of wine. She stood up and Steve introduced 
himself. Tracey smiled and asked "What do I do?"  Steve put her at ease and 
said "Absolutely nothing, your pleasure has been paid for so for the next hour 
or so just relax and enjoy yourself".  Steve got a chair from our dining room 
and motioned Tracey to sit down. I dimmed the lights, put on some soft music 
and refilled Tracey's glass. Steve moved in behind her and started to gently 
massage her shoulders and neck. He was wearing a T-Shirt and shorts that 
left little to the imagination. "You know, this would feel a lot better if you 
lowered your robe a little".  Tracey sat upright and wriggled her shoulders free 
from the robe. She leaned forward to conceal her breasts. "I have seen plenty 
of those before" said Steve "You have nothing to be ashamed of from where I 
am". As Steve worked his fingers into Tracey's shoulders she began to relax 
and, to my surprise,  soon was sitting upright with her breasts bobbing freely. 
Steve worked his way up and down Tracey's back and sides. I noticed he 
occasionally sneaked a feel at the sides of Tracey's breasts on the way, she 
didn't flinch. By this time the wine was kicking in and Tracey was beginning to 
breathe heavily.
Steve poured some oil onto her shoulders and let it run down her breasts.
Ever so slowly, he worked his way around and gently massaged the oil into 
her breasts. Tracey's nipples were fully erect. Steve ran his hands over her 
nipples and gently pushed her breasts up and apart. A soft moan escaped 
Tracey's lips. By now, Steve was standing directly in front and I noticed 
Tracey was sneaking peeks at the obvious bulge in his shorts. Tracey 
blushed when she realised I'd caught her peeking and said "Could you go in 
to the kitchen and pour us all another glass of wine please?"  "I'll have to go 
and get another bottle from the cellar" I lied. "I'll be back soon, enjoy yourself".
I pretended to leave the kitchen and sneaked back to watch from behind the 
partially open door. When Tracey thought it was safe, she moved her hand up 
and placed it on the front of Steve's shorts. She slowly rubbed his cock 
through the thin material. Steve lifted his T-Shirt to reveal his cock-head 
sticking up past the top of his shorts. I heard Tracey gasp at the size of it.
She said "This is supposed to be a non-sexual massage, but I'm so horny I've 
just got to feel your cock!"  Steve lowered the front of his shorts and Tracey 
wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, stroking up and down his nine or ten 
inches of rigid cock.
She glanced towards the kitchen door to see if I was there, then leaned 
forward and sank her mouth onto his dick. Steve slowly ground his hips as 
Tracey hungrily devoured him. She licked his length and circled the head with 
her tongue while stroking him with her hand. Steve was breathing heavily and 
cautioned Tracey that he was getting close to cumming. Tracey deeply 
swallowed his cock and stroked him faster. As Steve fucked her mouth I 
pretended to come back into the kitchen, making enough noise to warn them 
both. A few minutes later I came into the lounge room with the wine. Tracey 
was sitting on the chair as I'd left her, pretending nothing had happened. The 
smell of her aroused pussy filled the air. Steve adjusted his T-Shirt and went 
back to massaging Tracey's neck and shoulders. I handed everyone their 
wine and asked Tracey "Are you starting to relax yet?"  She said "This chair 
isn't very comfortable, is it O.K. if we continue this in the bedroom?"  
"Whatever you like" I said.
Tracey stood up and lead Steve by the hand to our bedroom, I followed and 
made myself comfortable on the end of the bed. Tracey lay down on her front 
and Steve knelt down over her thighs. He slowly lifted her robe up and slid it 
off Tracey's arms. Somehow, before I had returned with the wine, Tracey had 
removed her panties and was lying face down on the bed completely naked.
Steve sensuously poured more oil onto Tracey's back and began to work his 
hands lower and lower. He massaged her buttocks one by one, pulling them 
apart and exposing her dripping pussy. Her juices were running down onto 
the bed as she ground her clit into the bedclothes. Steve ran his hands up her 
thighs, higher and higher, finally letting one, then two fingers slide over 
Tracey's hot slit. I expected Tracey to protest, but instead, she lifted her hips 
to take more of Steve's fingering.
I got off the end of the bed and came around to Tracey. Kissing her deeply, I 
said "If you want Steve to fuck you with that big dick of his, I don't mind at all. 
There's just one thing though, I want you to remember this is not love, it's just 
sex so enjoy it for what it is and don't hold back O.K.?"  Tracey said "I have 
got to have his dick in my pussy and yours in my mouth.let's do it NOW !"
I removed my clothes and sat down on the bed, resting against the bedhead.
My cock was as hard as a rock and ready to burst. Tracey got on all fours, 
arched her back and spread her legs. Steve came up behind Tracey and 
teased her slit with his dick. He coated his cock-head with juices and eased it 
forward. Tracey moved back and swallowed half his cock into her pussy.
"How does it feel?" I asked. "It's so big and thick.it's beautiful, give it to me!" 
panted Tracey. Steve gently slid the rest of his dick into Tracey's pussy, right 
up to his heavy balls, and held it there. That was it. Tracey had a monumental 
orgasm as Steve's cock touched her cervix. She came for what seemed like 
forever, spasming and bucking while Steve held his cock all the way in. As 
her cumming subsided, Tracey grabbed my cock in her hand and greedily 
took it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as Steve started to 
slide his cock in and out of her pussy. I could hear the slurping sounds her 
pussy made as Steve drove his fat dick into her eager hole.
It was too much for Tracey, she was cumming again and again.
Steve finally asked "Is it O.K. to blow in your hungry little pussy?"
Tracey stopped sucking my cock long enough to say "Every last drop as far 
up as you can!"  Steve picked up the pace and really started to fuck in 
earnest. I watched as Tracey's buttocks bounced with each of Steve's thrusts.
Tracey reached between her legs and ran her hand around her clit and then 
all over Steve's cock, feeling it sliding in up to his balls. She squeezed his 
sack gently and he started shooting his hot load into her. Steve grabbed 
Tracey's hips and pulled her onto him even further. I leant over and could see 
his sticky white seed dripping down Tracey's inner thighs. As Tracey smeared 
his sperm over her clit I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I shot spurt 
after spurt over Tracey's lips, tongue and face. Tracey stopped rubbing her 
clit as Steve withdrew his dick. Tracey grabbed it and rubbed his come 
covered cock from side to side over her throbbing clit. Moments later she 
orgasmed again, her contractions causing Steve's load to ooze out of her 
stretched opening and onto her hand and bedclothes. She collapsed on the  
bed, enjoying the afterglow that only great sex can bring.
"That's about it for me" said Steve as he hopped off the bed and gathered his 
things. "Hey, if you ever want to do this again, I'll do it for free!" he said to me 
as he hastily left the house. 
I returned to the bedroom to find Tracey on her back masturbating. Steve's 
come was still trickling out as she ravaged her clit. "Don't you ever get 
enough?" I joked. "Shut up and fuck me some more!" was all Tracey said.
I turned off the lights and climbed on top. 
Tracey's pussy was wet and loose, just the way I like it!
We eventually drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, still very much in love.
   

                  


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