The Newly-wedded Wife

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Arindam Biswas, a 27-year-old young man with medium height and dark complexion whose marriage was arranged by his family with Sananda Ray, a ravishing Bengali beauty with equally voluptuous figure (34b/29/35), aged 23 years. Sananda, nick-named Tuli, a modest-kind of girl with usual middle-class values. Right from her school days she used to learn Rabindra sangeet and was blue-eyed girl of her Guru in the music school. Her complexion was pinkish fair, and eyes were big and attractive. Her stunning beauty did allure many boys in her locality as usual, but she indulged or responded to none. And after her graduation, in winter, she was married off to Arindam, an MBA boy who’s then employed in a textile Company at Lakshmipura in Mehsana district in Gujarat.</span><br /> <div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Contextually, before marriage Arindam met Sananda only once, and that meeting at a CCD was arranged by one Arnab Banerjee, a cousin of Tuli’s music teacher as well as a music-function arranger by profession. Arnab was quite senior to Tuli in age; he was around 42, swarthy, and very ordinary in looks, and unmarried. Arnab and Tuli were on friendly terms.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">However, shortly after marriage, Tuli shifted, with her husband, to Sananda where she found none around to make friends. She didn’t know Gujarati language or even Hindi properly. So, in initial weeks, it was quite boring for her. There flat was also very small, containing only a bedroom, one attached-bath and a kitchen. But Tuli was not unhappy about it. A few weeks later, one day Tuli received a telephone call from Kolkata. The call was from her Arnab-da who was then already on his way to Gujarat to meet Tuli and Arindam. Tuli was happy that someone at least from her homeland coming to meet them, but simultaneously she was tensed about how her guest would be accommodated in her place. In their bedroom there was only a divan, double-sized, and they had no extra bed for any such guest. In fact, they did not need it all. Arindam told Tuli not to take tension, somehow everything would be managed. After 3 days, Arnab reached their place. Arindam had gone to Ahmadabad railway station to receive him.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Tuli was very happy to see him. They all chatted together a lot; Arindam became friendly with Arnab. After dinner they were to take bed, and three of them were to be somehow accommodated. Finally it was arranged that Arindam would be in the middle while the guest and Tuli would be on Arindam’s side, thus somehow accommodating themselves in a low divan. It was the month of early December, and it was quite cold. And the couple had only a single double-sized quilt to cover over them; but now they were to manage with it, accommodating another person under it. Well, they somehow managed it for that time being, nestling together closely, under a quilt. Soon Tuli and Arnab fell asleep, while Arindam did not yet. In that strange situation Arindam, being sandwiched between Tuli and their guest, suddenly started feeling excited for his young wife Tuli. He tuned towards Tuli.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Tuli was sound-sleeping. And the room was almost totally dark; only a dim green light was on. She was in her front-buttoned casual night-shirt, without brassier underneath. As she was on her back, Arindam carefully and slowly tried to turn her towards him, but failed. So now he slowly placed one his hand on her heaving bosom to stealthily feel after the warmth of its resilient flesh. And before starting to cup her high breasts, he undid all the buttons, one by one, down her front, thus exposing her breasts fully under the quilt he began cupping the breasts of his sleeping wife, very mildly. . . but then suddenly the asleep guest turned towards Arindam, and one his hand came over Arindam’s flank. And at this suddenly a strange naughty idea flashed in Arindam’s mind, and with that in mind he held the sleeping guest’s hand and pulled forth a little towards Tuli, and then very carefully placed the hand --- or flat of the palm rather ---</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">atop his sleeping wife’s one bare breast-dome. Then over that palm Arindan placed his palm, began slowly pressing it down and releasing the pressure, by turns, and this prank further hardened his erection. And thus, suddenly, he discovered a strange erotic delight and hedonistic idea of wife-sharing and watching. It induced him to go bolder. So he again withdrew from Tuli’s naked breasts, then slowly he pulled himself from underneath the quilt, without perturbing the sleep of his wife and the guest. He now changed the guest’s position by slowly pushing him unto his wife, and himself came in the place where the guest had been lying earlier. So now the guest was in the middle, just beside Tuli who was still asleep. On the other hand, the guest was also sleeping, agape. Even in that dim light Arindam could see everything, almost clearly. He now further placed the guest’s hand on asleep Tuli’s breasts. The sight eroticized Arindam further; he was getting wet with precum…</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">He was observing if the guest’s inactive hand turned alive by chance! But it was not so. Arindam did not loose patience. Another idea flashed in his mind. So, now he gradually tried to pull his sleeping wife on her side, towards or facing the guest. And somehow his effort worked out. Now Tuli’s face came too closer to that of the guest who was sleeping agape. Due to this positional change, the guest’s hand was now away from Tuli’s bosom. So, now Arindam tried carefully to push the agape sleeping guest further towards his sleeping wife Tuli in such way that a breast-tip automatically entered the guest’s agape or open mouth.. . . And setting them in such position Arindam kept watching. Some moment elapsed without  any further development. But then Tuli’s body slightly moved; her hand came over the sleeping guest and pulled him closer to the extent that her    breast-tip shoved more into his mouth, and then she held one his hand and placed it on her other bare breast as if to scope him to assume cupping that breast.  And next moment, to Arindam’s surprise and delight, Arnab’s hand started slowly working on Tuli’s one breast, seizing her already swollen nipple; a sigh of pleasure escaped Tuli’s mouth.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">On the other hand, Arindam kept pretending asleep. He saw Arnab’s palm cupping the breast while sucking harder the other, and then his face came over Tuli’s and Tuli’s arms closed around him while their eager mouths being sealed in a passionate kiss. After a long kiss, the guest’s mouth further came over Tuli’s heaving bosom, and he started squeezing out and sucking her pert breasts, by turns, making her sigh in bliss; his strong suction on Tuli’s breasts created a mild but clear squeichy sound..Tuli’s love-sounds mounted Arindam’s sexual excitement further. But he could not  join them least Tuli, his beautiful wife, might make out that he was not asleep.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Then Arindam suddenly heard Tuli whispering to her Arnab-da: “… please  Arnab-da, I can not stand any longer…please let us make love fully, please eat me, fill me with your seed…”</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Next moment, they got off bed, and Tuli and Arnab shed all their clothes; Arnab made Tuli lie supine on floor and came over her. He began licking and lapping Tuli’s whole body, right from her neck to toes, making her moan aloud in pleasure; he parted her thighs and shoved his face inbetween, into her wet pubic region, with his hands working on her elated breasts. And started eating her with a gusto.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">And by doing so he started taking her to the seventh heaven. . . This made Tuli wild, and she started undergoing orgasms, one after another, as Arindam guessed it from the intensity of her love-sounds.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cCcG3UNiuyJg3ClaxEo7RCm9TIPZcMrrONEWhpCoafLlWHc6502ZeVDpXBk5Bg1bQnS93z8ilKz0NWjweAWzIcRhK9TRx-nZtgoBTjaIY-u-vMmnjXIHvcRQAVIc9iWFOrQOQjY0FpQ/s1600/29-pregnant-woman-290212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cCcG3UNiuyJg3ClaxEo7RCm9TIPZcMrrONEWhpCoafLlWHc6502ZeVDpXBk5Bg1bQnS93z8ilKz0NWjweAWzIcRhK9TRx-nZtgoBTjaIY-u-vMmnjXIHvcRQAVIc9iWFOrQOQjY0FpQ/s1600/29-pregnant-woman-290212.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Finally, Arnab entered her with a thrust and assumed churning in her with his huge love-rod, making her shirk with sexual ecstasy. He rammed into her continuously for no less than 20 minutes.  Arindam was taken aback by Arnab’s staying power. Finally a moan escaped Arnab, indicating his climax, and immediately thereafter he collapsed on</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Tuli’s upside, filling her receptive womb with his love-lava, making her hiss of satisfaction. Arnab stayed lying over her, without yet withdrawing from her within. A few minutes later he resumed foreplaying with Tuli, to make her ready for a second round of lovemaking. And she was soon ready, anew.  Arnab started again pumping Tuli, and filled her once again. Finally he withdrew from her, leaving her completely satisfied and satiated. As Tuli stood up, milky thick semen overflew from her love-gate and ran down her inner thighs..<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Tuli stepped into bathroom.  Next minute she came back, and leaned over her sleeping husband to be sure if he’d still been asleep. She smiled, and re-wearing her undone night-dress, she reoccupied her place in the bed. Next morning, Arnab went out on his morning-walk. Tuli served Arindam tea etc., and sat opposite him with her tea. A mysterious smile was flashing on her comely face. Arindam was watching her, casually. And chatting with her, suddenly he stood up and came near his wife, then he leaned to her and taking her into arms planted a kiss on her, full on her lips. Tuli responded to his urge, with a surprise in mind.</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">And while kissing her, he grabbed her front-bottomed shirt and yanked it apart down the middle; bottoms went flying and her pert breasts jutted out in the open; red love-scars were vividly discernible on fair her breast-skin. Tuli was surprised at his sudden odd behavior, and she felt scared too as not being able to hide those deep love-scars which she had received on breasts from Arnab previous night during their lovemaking. To her utter surprise, Arindam knelt down before her and closing her both palms around Tuli’s one breast he started biting and sucking exactly over those love-marks or scars, granting her a jolt of sexual excitement. By his strange behaviour, intelligent Tuli had by now understood that her husband must have voyeured her secret nocturnal escapade with Arnab and she blurted out: “…why did not you join us last night then ?!”  Arindam replied to her horny wife: “…you should have beckoned me to participate in the fun”. Tuli laughed and said out: “I should have done so, because, after all, you were initiating it all” Surprised Arindam aske: “how come!!?” Tuli replied: “…my sleep went off the moment you placed Arnab-da’s hand on my breasts and”, Tuli continued, “I was taken aback by thinking why you’re doing it ----- was it mere for a fun or else!”</span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 18px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">“In fact, situationally I had also become aroused, and unhesitatingly cooperated the way you wished it.”  Arindam zealously uttered: “…all right, so long he is here, enjoy funs with him, whether I am present or absent here. Tonight we will enjoy a great fun.” Tuli felt relieved of her tension, and she engulfed him in mouth and took him to ejaculation in her mouth which she gulped down. Then she requested Arindam: “dear! Bring i-Pils for me while returning home from office this evening. I am not on the pill, nor am I in a safe period now…” Arindam laughed and went into bathroom to take a bath. . .</span></div></div>

The Newly-wedded Wife

Arindam Biswas, a 27-year-old young man with medium height and dark complexion whose marriage was arranged by his family with Sananda Ray, a...

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My Wife’s Massage

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovQHH7yMyWjLdnfAkOykm56Ua9lRGFUpiEOUa8zeJV9SAi1zf0b_EjFJ9_EZiiBpGcHSWqzcJcKFJyST_LgJ8IGMymGvfZC3gSpkIogY_MzUrTOgU9BXPbTWNYn-7vgC3hUokyV8-p9M/s1600/sexbook.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovQHH7yMyWjLdnfAkOykm56Ua9lRGFUpiEOUa8zeJV9SAi1zf0b_EjFJ9_EZiiBpGcHSWqzcJcKFJyST_LgJ8IGMymGvfZC3gSpkIogY_MzUrTOgU9BXPbTWNYn-7vgC3hUokyV8-p9M/s200/sexbook.PNG" width="200" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I live in a pretty small community and have often looked for good massages in my area. For several months now, I have seen an ad on Craigslist by a local guy who specializes in full body massages of women. The first time I saw the ad, I clicked on it to see if it would be a good gift for my wife. I found out that he specialized in a special massage of the woman’s vaginal area. It stated that the goal of the massage was not to orgasm, but it typically happened that way. Just a few days ago, I saw that ad again and this time his name was listed on his website. I decided to look up his name on Facebook and saw some pictures of the masseuse. His name was Mark, he was about 6’-1”, very muscular body, tan, and dark features. He basically looked like someone out of a fitness commercial. I am not sure why, but I started to fantasize about seeing his strong muscles massaging my wife. The notion of this muscular guy rubbing down my wife was a big turn on.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It was close to our anniversary, so I decided to see what I could do. I contacted Mark by email at first and mentioned that I would like to get the “special” massage for my wife. A couple of hours later we were on the phone discussing his “special” massage. I said that I was interested, but there were a couple of catches. First of all, I wasn’t sure that my wife would go for it. She is very prudish outside the bedroom, and I was the only one she has ever been with sexually, so allowing another man to touch her there may be out of the question. He told me that I could always pay for those services and just see what happens. That massage is very relaxing and sensual from the start, so sometimes things just progress that way. I asked him if anything beyond a massage ever happens.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“It is rare. Most of my clients are married women, who like the idea of a sensual massage, but don’t want to cross any more lines. However, on a handful of occasions the massage has turned into something more sexual. In those cases, I do not charge for the sex because it is mutually enjoyment and I would only sleep with those I would sleep with anyway. Since you are the client though, how would you feel about it if it progressed into something sexual?” asked Mark.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I thought about it for a second and became pretty turned on by the notion. “You know, I think I would be OK with it actually”, I replied.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“Are you sure?” Mark asked again.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“Yeah, I mean it is sort of a fantasy of mine. I mean don’t push towards it, but if it progresses that way it is OK,” I reply.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Secondly, I asked him if there was any way to watch the session. He said I could always come with her.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“Is there a way to watch without her knowing? I mean I think she would be more open to the massage if she were alone,” I suggested. He informed me that he has a security system installed in the lounge, sauna, and massage room, so if I was willing to pay a little extra he would release the footage to me after the session. I agreed to all the terms, and set up a massage for a couple of days before the anniversary. I figured if nothing else, I would give my wife I nice two hour time of relaxation.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">On the days leading up to the massage, there had been a lot of stress for my wife at work and the kids at home hadn’t helped much either, so I knew the massage would do her well. As she drove away, I started to feel uneasy. Could I really handle it if something happened? What if she found out? What if everything backfires? At the same time, I started to think about the naughtiness of it all. What if she enjoyed it and I saw a different side of her… a naughty side? My butterflies gave way to excitement. I tried to focus the next few hours on the kids and getting them fed and off to bed, but my thoughts were somewhere else tonight.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">About three hours past, and my wife walked in the door. She seemed very relaxed. She thanked me for the massage and said it was just what she needed. She gave me a very sensual kiss and said she will make it up to me on our anniversary. The massage was so relaxing that she just wanted to go to bed. I was confused. What had happened? I could barely sleep that night wondering about what took place.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">The next morning, I helped get the kids ready for school and saw my wife off to work. Alone at last. I went straight to the link that Mark had sent me. There they were three videos to download. I started right away. Butterflies were turning in my stomach as I opened the first video.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It was in the lounge: She walked in and Mark greeted her with a big smile. My wife had a big smile in return. She has been training to become a personal trainer, so she is in unbelievable shape. She is 5’-4”, 110 pounds, six pack abs, tan, light brown hair, green eyes, and 34C tits with perfect pink nipples. I have always assumed that she has been wishing that I was in the same sort of shape. I am in decent shape, but not to the same level as her or Mark. She has really become a student of the human body, so the fitter the person the more attracted she has become to them lately. He told her to have a seat on the couch and explained how this massage is intended to relax all of her senses. Relaxation is the key. He poured her a tall glass of red wine and began to go over a questionnaire with her. I was amazed on the quality of the audio and video, and hoped for the best. After all, red wine always seems to get my wife in the mood. Mid way throw her glass of wine and the questionnaire, he asked her about her libido. With some hesitation, she replied that it has been in limbo for a while now. With the kids and stress of life, she really seems to have sex most the time out of obligation instead of desire. She enjoys sex, but feels like there is never a great time to have it. Mark told her that a regular massage can actually help her libido become stronger. “Is that so?” she said with a shy little smile. She finished her glass and was offered another. They completed the questionnaire, and Mark told her to go into the changing room, get undressed and take a sauna. She picked up the glass of wine and left the room. The video ended. So far so good I figured. I could tell she was attracted to Mark and seems to be getting more relaxed. I started the next video.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">This one had her walking into the sauna room with a white towel wrapped around her chest. The towel was a little short. It covered her body, but revealed a lot of cleavage. Mark was already in the sauna with a towel around his waist, which showed off his muscular body. I know my wife was impressed by his body… hell I was. They talked for about 15 minutes getting all sweaty, and towards the end it seemed that the second glass of wine mixed with the heat of the sauna had gotten my wife a little tipsy. Her smiles were a little bigger and her laughs were a little louder. She was flirting with Mark which I really enjoyed (even though it made me a little jealous). They began to discuss workouts and how good they make them feel. The conversation died off and Mark asked her to go take a hot shower and meet him in the massage room. The second video ended. My cock was beginning to stiffen after seeing my wife flirt, and knowing that the massage was about to begin. Well, here we go I thought. I started the last video.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">My wife walked into the massage room wrapped in another short towel. She sat on the massage table for a minute or so waiting for Mark to enter. Mark came in wearing some tight white shorts and a white tank top. He offered a third glass of wine. She accepted and took a few quick sips. He told her to lie down on her chest and he will position her towel over her buttocks. I can tell that it was difficult for her to do this without revealing herself. She tried, but I am pretty sure Mark got a good look at her tits as she laid down. I could see them on the video. Last year, my wife got breast implants which complimented her sexy tight body. He adjusted her towel as promised and grabbed some warm oil. He began massaging her shoulders and neck. I could tell he was really working out some kinks. He worked his way down each arm and even massaged each finger. He started working his down her back and rubbed her sides. I could see that as he did this his fingers would extend to the side of her breasts. I was hoping it was turning her on for the special massage. As for me, I was rock hard now seeing her massage so far. He continued the massage to her waist and hips. He let his fingers drift under the towel and massage the top of her ass. There were no objections, so pulled the towel lower, as he kneaded her ass a little. She seemed to enjoy it, and as he pulled his hands away, he slide the towel further up her butt.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">He now changed gears and moved to the end of the table. From where he stood, I was certain he had a great view of her pussy. He began massaging her feet and toes and slowly worked his way up her thighs. Slowly he drifted up her thighs. Now he was massaging her inner thigh only an inch or less from her pussy. It was a little hard to be certain if it was the oil or not, but I was pretty sure that my wife’s pussy was dripping wet. He continued to massage her inner thigh and suddenly I had to rewind the video. Did I see what I just saw? As Mark was rubbing her, he extended his pinky out and slightly touched her pussy lips as he rubbed her inner thigh. What was more amazing, I noticed that she slightly spread her legs allowing a little more access to her pussy. Mark took advantage of this and let his finger rub her a little more. He only slightly grazed your pussy, but still his finger had stimulated her for a few seconds.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“OK, time for the front, roll over.” Mark said. My wife flipped over on the table. She now only had a towel over her pussy area. I could see that her nipples were very hard and her face looked flush. She was definitely getting a little worked up. Mark asked if she would like a towel to cover up her breasts.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">To my surprise she said, “No that is OK since I am sure you have gotten a good look already.”</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“Yes, sorry. They are very nice though,” Mark offered in reply. Mark once again started his massage at her shoulders and worked his way down to her chest. He oiled up her tits and began rubbing her perfect tits. He slowly rubbed all sides of her breasts and paid a lot of attention to her nipples. He circled them with his fingers, and offered a slight squeeze to each one. I could tell that my wife really enjoyed this. Her eyes were filled with a lustful relaxation. Her breath was deep and slow. She even let out some slight moans.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mark continued his way down her six pack abs, rubbing each bump and slowly ran a hand slightly under the towel. He softly massaged his way down to her pubic area and withdrew his hand. He moved to the end of the table to focus on her feet again. Slowly, he started working his way back up her body. Once again, she spread her legs slightly as he reached her inner thigh. He slightly grazed her pussy once again. This time she let out a moan. “Is that OK? You know I can massage that area for you too. It helps awaken the sexual senses, so it is up to you.” Mark suggested.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“Yeah, I think I need that,” she said.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mark removed the towel from her waist. I started to rub my hard cock as I saw him look her over. There was my wife lying completely naked in front of another man. Her pussy was very wet as he slid his whole hand over her pelvis. Slowly he massaged her entire pelvic area. Pressing his fingers against her and allowing his fingers to run over her pussy. She would raise her hips every time his hand began to leave her skin. Next he rubbed her inner thigh with both hands and slowly opened up her pussy lips. She moans. Softly he ran a finger up her slit and on to her clit. My wife was moaning pretty good at this point. Next, I saw him put a finger inside her pussy. Softly at first he slid his finger in and out of her pussy while rubbing her clit with his other hand. His fingering got faster and faster and I watched my wife start cupping her tits. Her moans were getting louder and louder. She started bucking her hips and pushing his fingers deeper inside her. “Oh crap… I’m going to cum… don’t stop, don’t stop.” She moaned. Suddenly, she was convulsing in an explosive orgasm. She reached her hand out and gripped the edge of the massage table, and with her other hand placed it on Mark’s stomach. I could see her hand gripping his abs as she lay there panting almost breathless. I couldn’t help myself either, as I came so hard seeing my wife in such ecstasy. I couldn’t believe I just saw my wife get finger fucked by some guy on video.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mark slowly softened his massage, just gently running his hands over her trimmed little pussy. My wife’s hand continued to rub Mark’s stomach, she glanced at Mark, and I think she noticed that he had a large bulge going on in his shorts. I could see too, he was very hard and must have a massive cock. Without a word, she ran her hands downward until she reached his bulge. Slowly, she ran her fingers up and down the length of his shorts. She looked up at Mark. They exchanged smiles. My wife then lifted off Mark’s tank top revealing his chiseled chest and abs. I can tell that she was very impressed by his body. She ran a hand up his hard body like she had won it in a prize. With her other hand she pulled down his shorts, leaving him in a pair of tight boxer briefs. She sat up on the table and began kissing his chest. Her tongue began licking his nipples, while her other hand reached inside his boxers. As soon as she gripped his cock, I could see that she was amazed by it. Her mouth gasps. She stroked him for a few seconds inside his boxers. I found myself very hard again and stroking mine as well. She kissed her way down his chest and over his abs and with both hands slide off his boxers. My wife then got her first look at his cock. It was at least eight inches and super thick. I could see that she couldn’t get her hand around his girth. She pulled on his cock and said, “Wow, you have the most amazing dick.” She continued her kisses down to his shaft. She attempted to put her mouth around the plum sized head of his cock. I was amazed seeing my wife with such a huge cock in her mouth. Slowly she slurped the head of the cock, and began massaging his shaved balls with her hand. My wife gives amazing head, so I knew Mark was enjoying this too. She licked up and down the length of his shaft and began sucking on his balls. Slowly she sucked her way back up his cock. Now her blowjob got faster and faster, she slurped his head and stroked his cock. Mark was grunting pretty good, and I wondered if he would cum. Her lips were spread so far and as she pulled away I could see gobs of her saliva and Mark’s pre-cum trailing her mouth. She looked at the tip of his cock and noticed more pre-cum. Slowly she licked it off and let it dance on her tongue.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">At this point, Mark lifted my wife to her feet and laid her back on the massage table. He leaned to her and they shared their first kiss. It was very sensual filled with each other’s tongues and heavy groping. Mark broke the kiss and settled himself between her legs. She lustfully spread her legs wide, gripped her own breasts, and watched as Mark’s head moved towards her hot </span><span class="bm_keywordlink" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><a href="http://www.wetpussy.com/" style="color: #2d83d5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" target="_blank">wet pussy</a></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">. Mark began licking all around her pussy. Slowly his tongue moved to her slit. His tongue ran up the length and spread her lips open. Suddenly, he began tongue fucking her and rubbing her clit at the same time. Her head lifts to watch him, but the ecstasy was too much. She lays back down and cups her tits while arching her back. Her moaning increases by the second. Suddenly she bursts into another explosive orgasm. I can’t believe it, she has never had more than one before. She convulses for a moment. “Oh shit. I can’t believe this,” she moans.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mark stands up for a moment and begins rubbing his cock over her dripping pussy. He runs the head up and down her slit. Slowly he puts the head inside her waiting pussy, and pulls it back out. Once again he puts in the head and takes it out. My wife moans louder with each entry until finally, “Fuck me please… oh fuck me please, I want that big cock inside me. I need to feel that big dick.” She gasps. He continues his teasing game until she starts rocking her hips towards his cock. At once, he slides all the way inside her. She screams a scream of joy. Her pussy is spread so far open to take that cock. With every push her moans are louder and more intense and within minutes she is cumming once again. Mark continues to fuck her harder and harder, and her legs are spread so wide open. Her back arches on the table with every thrust. “I love your dick.” She moans, “It is much better than my husband’s. I can’t believe I am fucking it. Let me ride you.”</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mark pulls his cock out of her pussy. My wife allows his to lay down and climbs on top of him. She reaches behind her and slides his cock back into her gaping pussy. Slowly she rocks her hips allowing his cock to slide deeper and deeper inside her. Her moans and incredibly loud at this point. I am amazed by sounds she is making. She rocks harder and harder. Mark cups her tits as his cock stretches out her pussy. Her rocking gets harder and slower and I can tell she is going to cum once again. She continues until a massive orgasm convulses through her body. She presses herself up against Mark’s body until it surpasses. Mark tells her that he is close to. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asks her. “Cum on my tits and face!” she replies. I am shocked to hear this, she has always had me finish inside her. Mark stands up while my wife gets on her knees in front of him. She starts stroking his cock while Mark grunts in unison to her strokes. I see his balls tightening and know he is about to explode. He shoots his hot cum on her face and into her open mouth. She strokes him more, spilling the rest of his cum over her tits. My wife takes his cock back in her mouth and sucks the remaining cum off his cock. She starts rubbing the cum over her tits and scoops it into her mouth, where she swallows all she can. I once again cum seeing this. I am truly amazed by my wife’s actions. She stands up and they kiss some more, her hand still touching his cock. They leave together to head to the shower room to clean up. The video ends. I begin to wonder if they fucked again in the shower.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I am so turned on, I watch the video again. It is now the end of the day and my wife returns home from work. I ask her about her massage, wondering if she will tell me. She tells me it was very relaxing and helped her stress. She leaves it at that. The next evening is our anniversary dinner. We have a very romantic dinner and head home. The night turns to some heavy petting and next thing you know, we are having amazing sex. I keep thinking that she is remembering Mark inside of her. The thought gets me so worked up that I am close to cumming. My wife asks me to cum on her face and tits for the first time. This pushes me over the edge and cum all over her face and tits. As she licks the cum up, I am certain her mind is on Mark’s cum, but I don’t mind. The fantasy was much greater than I imagined. After a couple of weeks, my wife tells me that she would like to get another massage. She tells me that regular massages help her stress and libido. I know where she heard this and know she has just been craving Mark’s massive cock. Mark and I exchange some more emails and discuss fantasies that he can help me with. He agrees to continue helping me because he said my wife was the wildest fuck he ever had, and he agrees to continue taping them for me.</span> </div>

My Wife’s Massage

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Horny wife taking revenge on cheating husband

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXspcRcH9dP-NmQoanZO2-At_cbsEQW4ZUC0Of3P3rj3dqa5fWNirY4dl9v1PqMQUxUql_tdX701TEvXjLS9haOQx1PBBwOix04aGAe9UF0gy0MOKMUWF41yNOZeDYX8hvv7hudKByVIw/s1600/X9JkNaEs2v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: black;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXspcRcH9dP-NmQoanZO2-At_cbsEQW4ZUC0Of3P3rj3dqa5fWNirY4dl9v1PqMQUxUql_tdX701TEvXjLS9haOQx1PBBwOix04aGAe9UF0gy0MOKMUWF41yNOZeDYX8hvv7hudKByVIw/s1600/X9JkNaEs2v.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">My husband is a long time viewer of your site, which is the reason I am writing this story. I want him to see it in public along with his friends because I know that many of them visit here as well. I know it is a rather lengthy story but I hope you print it because it will another way in which I humiliate my husband as part of my new found domination of him.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">My name is Diane; I am in my late thirties and without being too vain could pass for thirty. I have always worked out in the gym and thankfully have kept my 34-24-36 figure in good shape. I have always thought my breasts were my best feature as, despite not being overly large, they are well shaped and very firm. The compliments that I receive from men however, are mainly for what they term my "cute arse". I, like most women, think that it is too large.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">My husband Brian is a successful businessman who has a small chain of stores supplying plumbing fittings to tradesmen. (Now his friends will know who it is). Earlier this year I discovered that Brian had been having an affair with one of the girls at the office, Sandra, an attractive brunette in her early twenties.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">At first I was devastated, I felt that it must be my fault, and that I was no longer attractive. For days I moped around the house, my self-confidence shattered, Brian and I weren't talking and I felt totally miserable. Most days I didn't bother to dress, just remaining in my nightgown. About a week after it had happened there was a knock on the door. It was Samantha, a friend from gym.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">She said "Diane, what's wrong? You look terrible!" This was the final straw for me and I burst into tears. Samantha took me inside and made tea while I told her the whole story. Samantha convinced me to shower and dress and go to the gym for a work out.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I felt much better after this, especially after I noticed in the wall mirrors that two young men were trying not to look too obvious as they continually kept sneaking glances every time I bent over to pick up the weights. I started working out every day and my confidence improved dramatically as my body toned even more.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">It was during this time that my thoughts turned to revenge and I started my plan with a whole new wardrobe, which included some quite revealing gym outfits. The leotards were so revealing when I tried them on that I made a mental note to do my bikini line. Later that afternoon I decided to give myself a trim and as I sat there naked, my thoughts strayed to the two young men at the gym.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I became very aroused at the thought of what they might be able to see in these new outfits and feeling quite wicked decided to shave totally. As I examined my now bald pussy I could not believe how wet I was and as I stroked my smooth mound and silky lips my fingers brushed my engorged clitoris causing me to totally lose control.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I thrust my fingers into my steaming cunt and feverishly worked my clit with my thumb bringing myself to the most powerful orgasm I'd had in years. The next day I headed to the gym hoping that my admirers might be there, as with the events of yesterday still fresh in my mind, I had decided to put on a little show for them.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I scanned the room as I walked in and my heart skipped a beat when I saw them in their usual spot. Thankfully the gym was not very busy and I knew that I would be able to put myself in a strategic position for best effect. I noticed that my new outfit with its plunging neckline and high cut legs had already caught their attention as I commenced my warm up.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">As I worked out on the various pieces of equipment I was becoming quite aroused, as I was not wearing knickers and the fabric of the leotard was brushing across my shaven pussy. Fortunately my perspiration was hiding my wetness. By the time I had got to the free weights the exertion had caused my leotard to ride up my exposing a good deal of my bum.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I positioned myself so that my back was to the men and when I bent forward to position my hands on the bar it pulled further into the cleft between my buttocks and pulled tightly over my swollen cunt lips. I shuffled my feet and wiggled my hips to position myself for the lift making sure they got a real eyeful.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I felt like a tart displaying myself like this but at the same time I was becoming so turned on that it was difficult to remind myself that it was all in the name of revenge. I worked on the weights for much longer than usual making sure the guys got a real show. I needed a drink and a rest before moving to the next exercise and while I was sitting the guys came over and introduced themselves as Paul & Rod.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">They started making small talk, commenting on my work out and saying that they had noticed me over the last few weeks and how fit and toned I had become. The bulges in their shorts told me that it was more than my work out that they were noticing. I was enjoying myself immensely as the flattery did wonders for my ego, not to mention my arousal, but as I was not interested in getting in too deep I excused myself saying that I had to finish my workout.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I moved over to the bench press and lay down spreading my legs either side of the bench. I felt the leotard pull inwards and tighten over my pussy causing me to gasp a little. I was aroused beyond belief. Paul heard my gasp and came over to ask if I was OK. I nodded and he then asked if I would like him to spot the weights for me. I laughed and said they weren't that heavy although he could if he wished.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I watched in the mirror as he kept glancing furtively at my crotch each time I lifted. The narrow strip of material was barely covering my cunt lips leaving little doubt about my shaven state. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate due to my aroused condition and the fact that I was tiring, so I thought it was time for the finale.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I asked him to increase the weights a little using this as an excuse to wriggle my bottom on the bench to get a better position and spread my legs even further to prepare for the heavier weights of course. Poor Paul, his eyes were bulging almost as much as his crotch. He was unable to shift his gaze now and I noticed that Rod had moved over so that he was standing at the bottom of the bench also making no attempt to hide his stare.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">One last lift I told myself and that would do, at least for today because this was fun, and then the unthinkable happened. The material in my crotch slipped completely between my engorged lips totally exposing them to the lustful stares of the two men. The excitement of knowing my bare cunt lips were in full view of these men plus the increased pressure on my clitoris sent a shattering orgasm coursing through me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I was almost delirious as I lay on the bench gasping, trying desperately to regain my composure. All pretence and innocence was now gone and this seemed to be the trigger that gave the men a feeling of confidence. "The randy little tart has just cum." said Paul with a grin. I think want she wants is a good fucking, smirked Paul. "Nooo" I moaned.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Rod had moved around to my side and squatted on one knee, screening me from the few people that were in the room. He slid his finger along the gusset of my leotard between the cleft created by my pouting lips. Involuntarily I thrust my hips upwards into his hand as again I moaned no. "She is more than ready mate," exclaimed Rod.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">"Look at this," he said as he plucked the material from between my lips and pulled it to one side totally exposing my cunt. I lay there with my legs apart, powerless, as he slid a finger into me saying the little tart is absolutely dripping. Again my hips thrust upwards to meet his hand but this time I hissed "fuck me, I want to be fucked." I was shocked; it was as if someone had taken control of me. Surely this was not me behaving this way.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">"Let's take her into the men's change rooms," said Paul, "there are only two other guys in today, big Bob over there and old Patrick and he is in the sauna." Rod straightened my clothing and told Paul to walk out into corridor to check if it was clear. I was unsteady on my feet as Rod helped me up. We received a few inquiring looks from the other people as he led me to the door.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">"She over did it on the weights," said Rod, "I'm taking her for some fresh air." and they nodded satisfied with the answer. I followed as if in a trance as we walked out and down the corridor towards the men's room. Rod suddenly stopped and pulled me to him. "You're a real little exhibitionist, aren't you Diane?" I nodded dumbly unable to speak.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">"Take off your clothes now; you can walk the rest of the way naked. I want to watch your cute little arse wiggle as you walk he said crudely." I peeled off the leotard, which was all that I was wearing anyway; heedless of the fact that anyone could have walked in. He greedily ran his eyes over my body.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I was giddy with a mixture of fear of being caught and excitement as I walked down the rest of the corridor, I had never been so turned on in my life I was close to orgasm just being there like that. I entered the men's room and saw Paul sitting on a bench in front of his locker, he was naked and sporting a very impressive erection which he was slowly wanking.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">His eyes widened as he saw my naked body and said "Nice tits as well as a nice arse." There was silence for a moment as they both ogled my body. I was still slightly dazed, trying to come to terms with what was happening. Here I was totally naked in an almost public place with two virtual strangers who were about to fuck me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">It had never been my intention to go this far, to actually have sex as part of my revenge let alone with two men but it was too late now I was drunk with lust and excitement and I was totally in their control. Paul pointed at his throbbing cock, "Would you like to suck this Diane?" he said. I nodded and walked toward bending forward to take his cock in my mouth.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and proceeded to lick and suck as if there was no tomorrow. He grabbed my tits and began to roll my rock hard nipples between finger and thumb. Rod meanwhile, came up behind me and thrust his hand between my legs and commenced running his finger along my cunt from my clit to my arsehole and back to my clit.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I shuddered as another orgasm ripped through me. I stopped sucking just long enough to beg him to fuck me. I sighed as I felt my cunt being pulled apart and the head of his cock nuzzling into place then he rammed it home in one movement. I squealed with pleasure, still trying to suck Paul's cock as Rod continually rammed into me, the sensation was fantastic.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I felt Paul tense and new he was about to come, I was close again and Rod was quickening his stride. Paul suddenly erupted in my mouth, I gagged and swallowed as he started to come, his cock slipping from my mouth still spraying jets of come over my face and tits, it was everywhere. Rod moaned that he was coming and suddenly thrust a finger up my arse as he started pumping his hot sperm into me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">That was enough to send me wailing into my third orgasm. Rod picked me up and lay me on my back on a low table in the middle of the room and sat down as we all gasped for air. Suddenly the door opened and a very fit looking man in his fifties strode in. His jaw dropped and he stopped in his tracks as he exclaimed "What the hell!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He gaped at me as I lay there on the table with my legs splayed, my bald, dripping cunt open to his view. I felt like such a slut, and I was loving it. "Hi Patrick" said Rod with a huge grin on his face. "What the hells going on Rod?" asked Patrick. "Diane was being a tease, putting on a bit of a show out there and we thought the little tart needed a good fucking, so we obliged. Help yourself mate she's a real little slut."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I couldn't believe it, a couple of hours ago all I'd planned was giving a couple of blokes a bit of an eyeful, now here I was being offered to a total stranger, by a man about whom I knew nothing except his first name. Patrick walked over to me and whistled to himself, nice body he exclaimed, I love the shaven twat. He slid a finger into me and I moaned, still immensely aroused. "She's nice and wet Rod I think I'll take you up on the offer."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He dropped his gym shorts to reveal a rapidly rising massive cock. I'd never seen anything like it. I lay there totally wanton as he stepped between my legs and placed his cock at the entrance to my cunt and shoved, it went in about half way. I squealed as I had never felt anything this big, there is no way I can take this, I thought.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He was obviously used to the problem because he slowly started to rock backwards and forwards and started to ease the rest of it into me. "Nice and tight boys just the way I like them," he smirked. Soon he was pounding away and I was yelling at him "fuck me you bastard give me more of that big cock." I was like an animal, I'd had never thought I could behave like this.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I came for the fourth and then the fifth time before he too pumped his load into my steaming cunt. Meanwhile the other two had regained their erections watching Patrick fuck me. Paul climbed onto the table and rolled me over then pulled me up onto my knees. Rod stood in front of me and offered his cock to my mouth, which I took greedily, tasting my own juices for the first time.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">This time I felt Paul's finger slide into my arse while his other had slid around and he worked my clit. The sensations were incredible as he worked on me. Suddenly he removed his finger but only to replace with the tip of his cock. He said to Rod I've wanted to do this ever since she was bending over wiggling it at us out there and with that slid his cock into my virgin arse.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">My squeal turned to moans of pleasure as the burning sensation was quickly replaced by waves of pleasure. "Christ," said Patrick "big Bob has got to see this. He'll kill me if he finds out later that he has missed out." It didn't register at first, but then I vaguely realized that I was going to be fucked by a fourth stranger. Patrick returned with Bob in time to watch as Paul continued to fuck my arse. Rod had already emptied his load down my throat.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Bob and Patrick stood beside us both with their cocks in hand wanking as they watched Paul grunt and fill me from the rear. I slumped forward, exhausted gasping for air, totally sated. Bob came over to me and said, "Diane you don't mind if I fuck you, do you?" I was totally exhausted and beyond caring so I shook my head and mumbled that I didn't mind.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He rolled me onto my back and slid me to the end of the table and hooked my legs over his shoulders and slid his cock into my sodden pussy. I could hardly feel him, although he was pumping away feverishly and just as he grunted and shot his load into me, I felt the spatter of hot semen over my body as Patrick, who had continued to wank, sprayed his come over me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">What a sight I must have been laying there covered in spunk with my gaping cunt oozing come. In the space of an hour I had been fucked by four strangers and had lost count of the number of orgasms that I had. "You are a real little slut aren't you Diane, you really enjoyed that. I think we will be seeing a bit more of you Diane and we have some other friends that would like to meet a slut like you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Do you want to meet our other friends, Diane?" said Paul. I could only nod. Later at home as I reflected on what had happened I was still a little stunned. Never in my wildest dreams had I believed that I was capable of behaving this way, I was shocked at this unknown side of me had been awakened and I shivered with anticipation as I knew that now that it was awake it was there to stay.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">My revenge was going to take a lot longer than I had initially planned. There was a little guilt that I had fucked four men but then I thought of Brian and if he hadn't been unfaithful it would never have happened so he deserved it. I attended the ladies only session at the gym for the next few days, as I wasn't sure I could face the men.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">On the second day I was approached by a woman I recognized as one of the people that had been in the gym the other day. She was about ten years older than I was and still very attractive. "Feeling better now are we love?" She questioned with a knowing smile on her face. "That was quite a little performance you put on." I blushed furiously and stammered what do mean?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">She laughed warmly and said "Oh don't mind me love, it's just that when I saw you teasing those poor lads it brought back some fond memories for me. She said I used to be a stripper in my younger days and I used to love it." I was a real exhibitionist but these days I leave it to the younger ones that work for me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I looked at her quizzically and she laughed and said she had an agency that hired out strippers and topless waitress and the like. She put her hand on my arm and said "Look, I won't beat around the bush, I have something to ask you and I hope you won't be offended. I get a lot of requests at the agency for a performer who is a little more mature.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">It's easy to get the young ones, but as they get a little older they get married, have kids and so on and they leave. I used to do those jobs myself but I'm a bit past it now and I need someone like you." She looked at me intently adding, "especially someone who is capable of doing that little bit extra."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I was completely taken aback by her proposal and hastily started giving making excuses. "I'm not normally like that, it's the first time, and I have never done anything like it before." She looked a little disappointed as she kept staring at me saying "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to embarrass you, it's just that you look like a natural."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I didn't know what to say and I blurted out "Look, I'm not offended, really, In fact it's quite flattering to be asked and anyway I'm a little old for such things and I'm sure men wouldn't find me that attractive." "Oh yes they would," she replied, I saw the look on their faces the other day, not to mention the bulges in their shorts."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">She added "I also saw the look on your face" and then drew herself closer to me and whispered "I also heard you in the men's locker room. That was quite a performance." I turned beetroot red and stammered hopelessly, lost for words. "Th th the others, I managed to get out. Did they know?" I was so embarrassed that someone else knew.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">She put her arm around me and said reassuringly "No love, I was the only one. Being in the business that I am I spotted you early and I was suspicious when you walked out with the two men. Then when Patrick came to fetch Bob I knew something was up so I followed them out and listened at the door." I somehow felt the need to justify my actions so I ended up telling her the whole story.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Her name was Rebecca and she was very understanding and afterwards gave me a card saying should I ever change my mind to give her a call. The knowledge that someone else had been aware had a sobering effect on my inhibitions and any thoughts of seeing the men again. However after a few days I found my thoughts continually returning to the events at the gym and as Brian and I were still not having sex I was becoming extremely frustrated.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">We were talking now as my escapade had dulled my anger somewhat and I was now finding it difficult not to initiate sex. I was actually a little excited about letting him discover my shaven cunt, something that he had wanted me to do for years. He had also wanted to have a threesome inviting another man to join us.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I had always steadfastly refused and now it was ironic that his actions had caused his two major fantasies to happen and he was totally oblivious to it all. A few days later I was totally frustrated. I had been using a vibrator that Brian had bought a year ago hoping I would use it but I had refused at the time and he had left in his wardrobe.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">It wasn't the same though; I needed cock and plenty of it. I had decided that tonight I would let him back in my bed as I couldn't go on any longer, when fate provided me with a wonderful opportunity Brian was a little apprehensive that night and after dinner he said that he needed to talk to me. His manner was making me suspicious and I was a little sharp, as I agreed to talk.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He said nervously that Sandra at work was getting married. I bristled at mention of her name. "To whom?" I asked coldly. "To young John in the warehouse at work." he said. "Does he know you were fucking his girlfriend?" I spat at him savagely. He looked at me shocked at my language "No, he stammered he doesn't know and I've told you it's over between us."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">"Is that it?" I asked and he replied with a nervous "No, the boys at work want to give him a bucks night and they have asked me to come as they want to have it in the warehouse." "I suppose you expect me to let you loose at a bucks party with some slut of a stripper parading around so you can fuck her as well?" I snapped at him. "No, no!"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">He said, "I wouldn't touch her, the agency has been given instructions that they stripper was to pay special attention to John." "I suppose she is going to fuck him then?" I said a little less aggressively, as the beginning of an idea hatched in my dirty mind. "I don't know said Brian, the lady at the agency said that it was up to the girl if she would do that "little bit extra" and that we would need to arrange it with her on the night."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">"You men are disgusting, I suppose you will all be standing with stiff cocks as you watch this dirty little slut get her cunt filled by some young stud." I said sharply. Brian was bewildered and lost for words; he had never heard me use language like this. "When is it?" I added. "This Friday night." He replied nervously. "I'm going to take a bath and I'll think about it, I said coolly, I just don't know where you get these girls to do these things?"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I added trying not to sound too interested. "Just a local agency." he said pulling a card from his jacket pocket. I hid the smile as he showed me a card identical to the one I had in my purse. "Would you mind clearing the kitchen while I take my bath dear," I said almost pleasantly. He agreed quickly as I turned and went upstairs.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I almost tore of my clothes as I entered the bedroom and grabbed the vibrator. I plunged it into my boiling cunt as my thoughts raced about the dirty plan I had brewing. Afterwards I smiled to myself as I told Brian sternly that I didn't mind if he went as long as he promised that, no matter what the girl did or how tempting it might be, he kept his hands to himself. The relief on his face was almost comical as he expressed his gratitude.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">The next morning I rang Rebecca and arranged to meet her for coffee that day. I said that I would consider her offer but only if I could do a particular show this Friday night. She looked at me with a puzzled expression, so I explained the situation. She roared with laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Once she had regained her composure she said that normally she required her girls to have a lot more training than just a few days however with some intensive training I would be OK because as she had said "I was a natural". The next few days were a frenzy of activity as we made arrangements for an outfit and commenced a hectic training programme.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Rebecca arranged for Paula, one of her top girls to take me through the latest routines and modify them to suit me. It eventually came time to do a complete dress rehearsal, or should I say undress, which made me really nervous. I wasn't sure how I would feel baring everything in a sexually provocative way to a woman.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 15px; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">As I commenced I was a little stilted but as I progressed Paula offered word of encouragement and made comments such as, wow you've got a great body Diane, which helped to relax me and give me confidence.</span></div><br /> <br /> </div>

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