Has you're wife/girlfriend ever had a happy ending massage???
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A couple of massages later I ask him if it would be ok to fuck my wife afterwards (his hotel room his rules) and he said sure. So when he was done I slide her to edge of the massage table and started fuching her. I debated it with myself then leaned over and told her to take him in her mouth. She surprised me by immediately grabbing his cock and sucking him. She later said she loved sucking someone while being fuck. I have to say it was hot watching her forget about social rules and doing what she wanted. She let him cum in her mouth. Later she said he took her by surprise but she had been sucking him for awhile so she knew. Oh the next time she sucked she would not stop until I came in her mouth. I'm sure she was reliving the experience because giving oral was never her favorite.
My wife did that after a massage. She claimed that he "Caught her by surprise". As long as she was sucking she knew what was cumming.
He was in town about every other month. After a couple more massages i asked if it would be ok if i fucked her after the massage and he said sure. I slide insider and leaned over and told her to take in her mouth. She reached over and started sucking him. Eventually he came in her mouth. She said he caught her off guard but i doubt it. She really looked like she enjoyed it and later said she enjoyed sucking someone while being fucked. Ambivalent about him cumming in her mouth. There is a risk but we both found it very erotic. I would definitly let her do it again if she wanted to but i would want to see it.
We, my ex and I, were on vacation in Vegas and I was looking at one of those free mag they have on the street. Saw ads for massages and ask my wife if she would like a sexual massage and she got a big smile on her face. I call the number on one of the ads we liked and the guy came to the hotel and set up his table in our room. He was about my height, 6'3", very well built and he was wearing loose fitting tie string pants, could see the outline of he cock.
I said I was going to go help pay the light bill in the casino and left them alone.
I returned about 2 hours later, he had just left and she was laying on the ruffled bed naked and sweaty. She said he gave her a wonderful full body massage, working on all areas of her body, some parts more than others. She said he was standing next to the table, she was on her back and her arm fell away from the table and it hit his cock, which she said was hard as stone. As she raised her hand he move closer and she began caressing him, said he was at least 8 inches, he stepped back and ask if she wanted him to remove his pants, of course she said yes.
He ask if she would like to finish the massage in bed and they moved there. She said he put more oil on her, removed this shirt and laid full body on her sliding up and down her body and pressing his cock over her body. She ask him to lay on his back and she said she rode him for what seemed like forever, Cuming several times, her had her get on her knees and her dogged her to several more cum’s. Before he came she sat on the edge of the bed and sucked him to cum. She said she really wanted to let him take her in the ass and ask if she could have him again before we left town.
That is another story!
I said I was going to go help pay the light bill in the casino and left them alone.
I returned about 2 hours later, he had just left and she was laying on the ruffled bed naked and sweaty. She said he gave her a wonderful full body massage, working on all areas of her body, some parts more than others. She said he was standing next to the table, she was on her back and her arm fell away from the table and it hit his cock, which she said was hard as stone. As she raised her hand he move closer and she began caressing him, said he was at least 8 inches, he stepped back and ask if she wanted him to remove his pants, of course she said yes.
He ask if she would like to finish the massage in bed and they moved there. She said he put more oil on her, removed this shirt and laid full body on her sliding up and down her body and pressing his cock over her body. She ask him to lay on his back and she said she rode him for what seemed like forever, Cuming several times, her had her get on her knees and her dogged her to several more cum’s. Before he came she sat on the edge of the bed and sucked him to cum. She said she really wanted to let him take her in the ass and ask if she could have him again before we left town.
That is another story!
Yup. I did 1st when she massage, I get the massage girl choose by me. She did the happy ending as I plan, she did lick my wife pussy+ dildo my wife. As present to the massage girl, we bring her back we play 3some games for few rounds with almost every ending I cum inside massage girl pussy. I hope she pregnant.
mirella.hango
Female
very often, I have a masseur who takes care of me for free and offers me many fantastic orgasms, so I gues I’m lucky
Long ago, my wife and I saw an ad in a free new-age newspaper, which intrigued us. The ad stated that the fellow owned a condo with a glorious view of the Pacific Ocean; he also owned a professional massage table; he sought an attractive woman to give a sensual massage to, while both she and he would be naked; and he stressed the word "attractive." His stipulating "very attractive female" spooked my wife, who otherwise liked the sound of the ad. I explained that she was plenty attractive, besides she wasn't competing against fashion models, but the average female swinger in her 40s. We made the phone call and, since I insisted, she talked to him first. It started well, but it began to tumble as she described her body to him. I took the phone from her and talked to him. I pointed out that she was 25 years old and weighed 115lbs with 34B breasts and quite sexy; and, besides, just how hot did he look. He was convinced.
We agreed to show up at his place, with the understanding that I would stay to watch—but if we felt good about the experience, I would not need to accompany her on her next visit, or visits. He lived about 20 miles away and we were to arrive at his place three days later. She wanted to wear as little as she could, so she could quickly remove her clothes. I surprised her by revealing to her that his was not to my liking; I pointed to that she should do just the opposite: she should wear as much clothing as she could—panties, nylons, slip, skirt, bra, blouse, sweater…—so that she could slowly strip, one article at a time.
At the time, a nice condo could be bought for $150,000; but I guessed that his condo must have cost closer to $300,000, due to its location and stellar view of the ocean. Today, I would guess that his place could not cost less than one million, maybe 1.5 million. He answered the door, wearing a satin robe, which struck me as effeminate in the extreme. He was nice guy, short, maybe 5'7", slender, bald, which made him look as if he was in his late 40s, but I am sure he was closer to his late 30s. Since he looked so much like a young Scott Adams, I remember him wearing glasses, but the more I think about it, I am sure he didn't. His condo was nicely appointed and he had dimmed the lights and lit candles. His large picture window did look out at the ocean, which was a glorious sight. Matching the rest of his place, the massage table looked expensive. He explained that he loved getting massages, so he bought the massage table, which allowed him to summon masseuses to his place, rather than travel to a massage place.
He offered us glasses of wine, which we gladly accepted. We fell into an awkward silence, which I broke by instructing my wife to take off her clothes. She slowly removed her heels, then sweater and blouse, followed by her skirt, slip and nylons. She was sitting on his sofa and about to remove her bra, but I had her pause and stand in front of our host. She looked him in the eye, as she removed her bra and then she turned her back to him and slipped off her panties, and then turned to face him naked. I asked if she was sufficiently attractive. He smiled and nodded, which was not good enough for me, so I asked him to tell what he found attractive about her body. He found his voice and ran off a list of positive attributes. As soon as he came to the end of the list, he stepped out of his robe naked. He looked fit, but not buffed. His body was almost hairless, with little chest hair and pubic hair that was dirty-blond colored. His cock was impressive although soft, being about five inches long, the last half inch taken up by his extra-long foreskin. He wasn't even semi-erect, as his cock swung about freely, like a condemned man swings from his rope. His balls hung low and seemed hairless. I am sure that he was not her ideal, but he looked serviceable. I wondered how big his cock would get when hard.
She jumped up on the table atop a large towel, placing her face over the hole, her naked ass facing the ceiling. He oiled his hands and began what seemed to be a generic massage. I quite enjoyed the view, in spite of no real sex action. I was seated easily ten feet away, but I could smell the perfumed oil he rubbed on her ass cheeks. I thought this was a mistake and I told him so, pointing out that a non-scented, editable oil, such as olive or grape seed, would prove much better.
Other than her neck and face, he had covered her entire body with his oiled hands. He was now trying to summon the sensual touching, but it seemed more like a teenager's mad groping. I stood and walked over to the table. I pointed out how to caress and stimulate her nipples. I also showed him how she liked to be fingered, avoiding her clit, making a flesh taco out of her labia, pressing a palm flat against her pussy. She melted from my attentions, opening her legs wider and wider. Soon, two of my fingers were deep within her vagina, while he rubbed her mound above her clit. Her pussy scent wafted into his and my nose. She moaned and began to writhe. I hadn't been paying much attention to him, so I was a bit startled to see that his cock was now hard and that he was trying to keep it under the table, out of view.
I told him not to hide the goodies, as nothing would please her more than to see how her body had so turned him on. His hard cock was definitely over six inches long, probably a tad over seven inches, but not particularly chubby; his foreskin didn't retract, which I had never seen before. My own foreskin so fully retracts when I am hard that half the women I have fucked had no idea that I was intact. (In high school gym showers, I pulled back my foreskin before stripping and showering, my cock looking just as circumcised as the rest.)
He moved about her, his stiff cock waving in the air, and she grabbed his cock and held it firmly, as he continued massaging her. His cock curved upward and his balls seemed to have disappeared entirely. Because he was so short, his seven-incher looked huge on his slight body. She then turned on her stomach and let go of his cock. I directed him to her feet. I pointed out that if you follow the nerves leaving a woman's soles up through her spinal cord into her brain, you would find that they terminate right next to where the nerves arriving from her clitoris terminate. While showing him how she liked her feet rubbed, he squeezed a gob of precum from his foreskin and rubbed it on the end of the massage table. He saw me watching and looked embarrassed. I told him to not to waste his precum, as he could rub it on her nipples.
I returned to my chair and he worked on her breasts, taking my advice and scooping up his prodigious precum and painting her erect nipples. She approached orgasm and he overplayed his hands, bringing her away from climax. Over and over again. I decided to help him and got up. I placed my index finger inside her vagina, while my thumb resting on her anus. I instructed him to coax her orgasm, not to bludgeon it out of her. Soft, slow, advancing, retreating. She was getting close again and with my free hand I motioned how much pressure he should apply. She came. Big. Twisting and making a garbled yelp. After a minute or so, she recovered enough to speak, saying that she needed to be fucked immediately. She didn't specify who should do the fucking. I asked him if he had a condom available. He did. I told him to put it on and enjoy, as I returned to my chair. Now, the real fun would begin. I had enjoyed all that I had already seen, but nothing could beat seeing her being penetrated, either in her mouth or her pussy. His eyes already knew what she looked like under her clothes. His hands knew how firm her breasts were and how soft her ass cheeks were. His nose knew the intimate scent her open legs released. His ears had heard her moans and orgasm cry. Now, his cock would know what her pussy felt like, how tight it could grip, how deep it went, how hungry it was.
For some reason, I expected him to take her to his bedroom; instead, he climbed atop the massage table. Would the table hold up, I wondered. Obviously it would, as two combined didn't weigh as much as one stout man. Probably because I doubted that I would also fit on the table with her, I didn't imagine that he would. Her legs were open wide and he rubbed his hard cock over her labia, picking up massage oil. He found her opening and slowly pushed inside her body. He was in her. His cock filled her vagina. She let out a sigh and she opened her eyes. I loved the sight and I wished that he had agreed to let me photograph the two of them, but he had refused.
He stroked slowly, while she wrapped her legs around his torso. I got up and stood behind them, so I could see her asshole covered by his balls. I noted her toes in a tight curl and I could smell sex in the air, in spite of the perfumed massage oil. I could sense his apprehension due to my being behind him, so I returned to my chair, where he could see me. He was whispering to her, but I could not make out what he said, but I saw her face approve of what he had uttered. His fucking grew bolder, making flesh slapping sounds. I feared that he would soon orgasm, bringing the fantastic show to a quick end. I had been toying with the idea of pulling out my hard dick and jacking away, but it hardly seemed worth it, if he had only seconds to go.
Fortunately, he changed positions, having her get on all fours for doggy style. During the rearrangement, I could see that his balls no longer dangled, but clung high up his crotch. She looked me in the eye, smiling and beaming. As his cock pushed in her, her face registered its entrance inside her body, her mouth falling open and her eyes half closing. I watch her breasts sway back and forth with his slaps against her ass. I couldn't take anymore, so I pulled out my cock. I had only gotten a few strokes in, when she beckoned me to her. She tried to suck me, but the heights were wrong. I wasn't about to climb on top of the table and I told her it wouldn't work.
End of part 1
We agreed to show up at his place, with the understanding that I would stay to watch—but if we felt good about the experience, I would not need to accompany her on her next visit, or visits. He lived about 20 miles away and we were to arrive at his place three days later. She wanted to wear as little as she could, so she could quickly remove her clothes. I surprised her by revealing to her that his was not to my liking; I pointed to that she should do just the opposite: she should wear as much clothing as she could—panties, nylons, slip, skirt, bra, blouse, sweater…—so that she could slowly strip, one article at a time.
At the time, a nice condo could be bought for $150,000; but I guessed that his condo must have cost closer to $300,000, due to its location and stellar view of the ocean. Today, I would guess that his place could not cost less than one million, maybe 1.5 million. He answered the door, wearing a satin robe, which struck me as effeminate in the extreme. He was nice guy, short, maybe 5'7", slender, bald, which made him look as if he was in his late 40s, but I am sure he was closer to his late 30s. Since he looked so much like a young Scott Adams, I remember him wearing glasses, but the more I think about it, I am sure he didn't. His condo was nicely appointed and he had dimmed the lights and lit candles. His large picture window did look out at the ocean, which was a glorious sight. Matching the rest of his place, the massage table looked expensive. He explained that he loved getting massages, so he bought the massage table, which allowed him to summon masseuses to his place, rather than travel to a massage place.
He offered us glasses of wine, which we gladly accepted. We fell into an awkward silence, which I broke by instructing my wife to take off her clothes. She slowly removed her heels, then sweater and blouse, followed by her skirt, slip and nylons. She was sitting on his sofa and about to remove her bra, but I had her pause and stand in front of our host. She looked him in the eye, as she removed her bra and then she turned her back to him and slipped off her panties, and then turned to face him naked. I asked if she was sufficiently attractive. He smiled and nodded, which was not good enough for me, so I asked him to tell what he found attractive about her body. He found his voice and ran off a list of positive attributes. As soon as he came to the end of the list, he stepped out of his robe naked. He looked fit, but not buffed. His body was almost hairless, with little chest hair and pubic hair that was dirty-blond colored. His cock was impressive although soft, being about five inches long, the last half inch taken up by his extra-long foreskin. He wasn't even semi-erect, as his cock swung about freely, like a condemned man swings from his rope. His balls hung low and seemed hairless. I am sure that he was not her ideal, but he looked serviceable. I wondered how big his cock would get when hard.
She jumped up on the table atop a large towel, placing her face over the hole, her naked ass facing the ceiling. He oiled his hands and began what seemed to be a generic massage. I quite enjoyed the view, in spite of no real sex action. I was seated easily ten feet away, but I could smell the perfumed oil he rubbed on her ass cheeks. I thought this was a mistake and I told him so, pointing out that a non-scented, editable oil, such as olive or grape seed, would prove much better.
Other than her neck and face, he had covered her entire body with his oiled hands. He was now trying to summon the sensual touching, but it seemed more like a teenager's mad groping. I stood and walked over to the table. I pointed out how to caress and stimulate her nipples. I also showed him how she liked to be fingered, avoiding her clit, making a flesh taco out of her labia, pressing a palm flat against her pussy. She melted from my attentions, opening her legs wider and wider. Soon, two of my fingers were deep within her vagina, while he rubbed her mound above her clit. Her pussy scent wafted into his and my nose. She moaned and began to writhe. I hadn't been paying much attention to him, so I was a bit startled to see that his cock was now hard and that he was trying to keep it under the table, out of view.
I told him not to hide the goodies, as nothing would please her more than to see how her body had so turned him on. His hard cock was definitely over six inches long, probably a tad over seven inches, but not particularly chubby; his foreskin didn't retract, which I had never seen before. My own foreskin so fully retracts when I am hard that half the women I have fucked had no idea that I was intact. (In high school gym showers, I pulled back my foreskin before stripping and showering, my cock looking just as circumcised as the rest.)
He moved about her, his stiff cock waving in the air, and she grabbed his cock and held it firmly, as he continued massaging her. His cock curved upward and his balls seemed to have disappeared entirely. Because he was so short, his seven-incher looked huge on his slight body. She then turned on her stomach and let go of his cock. I directed him to her feet. I pointed out that if you follow the nerves leaving a woman's soles up through her spinal cord into her brain, you would find that they terminate right next to where the nerves arriving from her clitoris terminate. While showing him how she liked her feet rubbed, he squeezed a gob of precum from his foreskin and rubbed it on the end of the massage table. He saw me watching and looked embarrassed. I told him to not to waste his precum, as he could rub it on her nipples.
I returned to my chair and he worked on her breasts, taking my advice and scooping up his prodigious precum and painting her erect nipples. She approached orgasm and he overplayed his hands, bringing her away from climax. Over and over again. I decided to help him and got up. I placed my index finger inside her vagina, while my thumb resting on her anus. I instructed him to coax her orgasm, not to bludgeon it out of her. Soft, slow, advancing, retreating. She was getting close again and with my free hand I motioned how much pressure he should apply. She came. Big. Twisting and making a garbled yelp. After a minute or so, she recovered enough to speak, saying that she needed to be fucked immediately. She didn't specify who should do the fucking. I asked him if he had a condom available. He did. I told him to put it on and enjoy, as I returned to my chair. Now, the real fun would begin. I had enjoyed all that I had already seen, but nothing could beat seeing her being penetrated, either in her mouth or her pussy. His eyes already knew what she looked like under her clothes. His hands knew how firm her breasts were and how soft her ass cheeks were. His nose knew the intimate scent her open legs released. His ears had heard her moans and orgasm cry. Now, his cock would know what her pussy felt like, how tight it could grip, how deep it went, how hungry it was.
For some reason, I expected him to take her to his bedroom; instead, he climbed atop the massage table. Would the table hold up, I wondered. Obviously it would, as two combined didn't weigh as much as one stout man. Probably because I doubted that I would also fit on the table with her, I didn't imagine that he would. Her legs were open wide and he rubbed his hard cock over her labia, picking up massage oil. He found her opening and slowly pushed inside her body. He was in her. His cock filled her vagina. She let out a sigh and she opened her eyes. I loved the sight and I wished that he had agreed to let me photograph the two of them, but he had refused.
He stroked slowly, while she wrapped her legs around his torso. I got up and stood behind them, so I could see her asshole covered by his balls. I noted her toes in a tight curl and I could smell sex in the air, in spite of the perfumed massage oil. I could sense his apprehension due to my being behind him, so I returned to my chair, where he could see me. He was whispering to her, but I could not make out what he said, but I saw her face approve of what he had uttered. His fucking grew bolder, making flesh slapping sounds. I feared that he would soon orgasm, bringing the fantastic show to a quick end. I had been toying with the idea of pulling out my hard dick and jacking away, but it hardly seemed worth it, if he had only seconds to go.
Fortunately, he changed positions, having her get on all fours for doggy style. During the rearrangement, I could see that his balls no longer dangled, but clung high up his crotch. She looked me in the eye, smiling and beaming. As his cock pushed in her, her face registered its entrance inside her body, her mouth falling open and her eyes half closing. I watch her breasts sway back and forth with his slaps against her ass. I couldn't take anymore, so I pulled out my cock. I had only gotten a few strokes in, when she beckoned me to her. She tried to suck me, but the heights were wrong. I wasn't about to climb on top of the table and I told her it wouldn't work.
End of part 1
Part 2:
He stopped fucking her and jumped off the massage table, instructing her get off as well. My take was that he was pissed off, that he didn't want her to please both of us. I was wrong. He told me to help him lower the table. We made the adjustments and the table dropped by an easy foot. He then had her lay perpendicular to the table, with her pussy facing him. He pointed out that she could suck me now. He was right. I stood across from him, while she dropped her head down and my cock filled her mouth. He held up her legs and inserted himself back inside her. I lent a hand by grabbing her ankles, which freed his hands to clutch her ass.
I noticed that he had been obviously staring hard at my cock. I told him that I was also uncut and showed him my foreskin pulled over my glans. He said something like, "Excellent."
His eyes never left her mouth on my cock, as he began fucking her hard, harder than I expected him capable of doing. If I were not there to counterbalance his thrusts, the table would have fallen over. Her wet gurgling sounds mixed with his panting and body slaps, which climaxed with his climax. Out of his contorted face came a loud grunt and he quaked, his eyes tightly shut. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and I could see the white liquid pooled at the condom's end. I did not plan on coming, as I expected to save my orgasm for when we got home, but I exploded into her mouth just minutes after he had cum. She greedily drank every drop I could summon from my balls. As soon as I had recovered somewhat, I bent over and kissed her cum-filled mouth. Crazy, conflicting thoughts filled my mind, for I tried to imagine that it was his cum in her mouth not mine and that he hadn't worn the condom, so his cum also filled her pussy.
I stood up and saw his head in between her legs. He licked her pussy up and down and from side to side in an almost drunken way, as I cradled her head in my hands. I didn't think he would bring her off and he didn't, which seemed to greatly disappoint him. She explained that after that huge orgasm she had earlier, it would take her quite a while before she could orgasm again. This seemed to please him. He relented and collapsed on the sofa, his cock still wrapped in latex, but only semi erect.
I helped her off the table and she rushed off to his bathroom. I joined him on the sofa, my cock still hard and still out of my pants. He gave her many compliments and told me that I was super lucky. She emerged from the bathroom and sat next to him on the sofa, as there was no room on my side. He said to her, "I was just telling your husband that he was so lucky to be able to lick your pussy; it's so sweet; just delectable."
I wanted to say that it was even tastier without the perfumed massage oil, but I didn't. She told him that she liked his cock, especially his being uncut. They talked about cocks for the next five minutes. She asked him if she could touch his cock, which was still condom covered, although the condom was saggy and looked as it was about to slip off. He took his hands off his lap and she handled his cock, expressing joy at the size of his captured load. I wondered if he would soon be getting hard again. It didn't, although it did swell little.
He asked if we wanted a strong drink, as he really needed one. We accepted his offer and he scampered off to his kitchen. She slid on the sofa and kissed me deeply, before saying that she had a good time and that she liked his cock.
He returned with three drinks and no condom. In fact, his cock looked as if it had been cleaned up, with no moisture evident on the end of his foreskin. Mind you, my cock was still out and still hard. She had been gently stroking me, so it couldn't go soft. She asked out host if it was okay for us to fuck on his sofa. He nodded and brought a large blanket that he tossed over the exposed end of the sofa.
I took off my pants and sat on the blanket, before she climbed on top of my cock. I love fucking in front of others and she determined to capture some semen in her vagina before she dressed. So we fucked and we talked to him while we fucked. He had many intelligent questions for us. I loved how she became embarrassed while telling him how many other men had fucked her, as here she was naked, being fucked by me after he had fucked her. I made her give more details than she disclosed at first, such as what she thought of Michael's thick uncut cock. I relished the strangeness of her talking about another man's cock to another man while I fucked her.
I came in her and she was now willing to get dressed. As she dressed, she told me that she wished that she had bought the red bra from the lingerie shop, which was our code that meant that she wanted to have more sex with him. With this knowledge, I made arrangements with him for her next visit, her next solo visit. The closest date that worked was two weeks later.
Unfortunately, it would have been better if it had been sooner and if I had still accompanied her. She went, but only had a good time, not the great time she had with me there. Her third visit was even less enjoyable. She explained that he had reverted entirely to his overly aggressive pussy eating, so she could not orgasm. In addition, he could not be talked out of using condoms. That last visit was her last visit. In so many ways the setup was ideal, as we longed for something regular and dependable. But at the same time, some other potential lover had shown up in her sights, so we thought it best to cut the relationship off.
That was her last strange uncut cock, as all the other men were circumcised. But just before our final move, she blurted out as I entered our door, "Guess what! The police detective in the next condo group is uncircumcised!”
I assumed that he had fucked her, so I was super eager to hear the details. No sex. How did she find out? She had gone to the pool and she talked to him, where she saw his balls and cock peek out of his swim trunks. I was absolutely convinced that he had been flashing her. She was absolutely convinced that he hadn't been, as he didn't act nervous or weird in any way.
(After we divorced, I was a pool and the young woman I was talking to was acting nervous and weird. After she finally jumped in the pool, I realized that my cock and balls were visible from where she stood. I was only sunning and I wore running shorts with no underwear, not proper swim trunks. Retroactively, I agreed with my ex, it turned out, as I had no idea I was on display.)
He stopped fucking her and jumped off the massage table, instructing her get off as well. My take was that he was pissed off, that he didn't want her to please both of us. I was wrong. He told me to help him lower the table. We made the adjustments and the table dropped by an easy foot. He then had her lay perpendicular to the table, with her pussy facing him. He pointed out that she could suck me now. He was right. I stood across from him, while she dropped her head down and my cock filled her mouth. He held up her legs and inserted himself back inside her. I lent a hand by grabbing her ankles, which freed his hands to clutch her ass.
I noticed that he had been obviously staring hard at my cock. I told him that I was also uncut and showed him my foreskin pulled over my glans. He said something like, "Excellent."
His eyes never left her mouth on my cock, as he began fucking her hard, harder than I expected him capable of doing. If I were not there to counterbalance his thrusts, the table would have fallen over. Her wet gurgling sounds mixed with his panting and body slaps, which climaxed with his climax. Out of his contorted face came a loud grunt and he quaked, his eyes tightly shut. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and I could see the white liquid pooled at the condom's end. I did not plan on coming, as I expected to save my orgasm for when we got home, but I exploded into her mouth just minutes after he had cum. She greedily drank every drop I could summon from my balls. As soon as I had recovered somewhat, I bent over and kissed her cum-filled mouth. Crazy, conflicting thoughts filled my mind, for I tried to imagine that it was his cum in her mouth not mine and that he hadn't worn the condom, so his cum also filled her pussy.
I stood up and saw his head in between her legs. He licked her pussy up and down and from side to side in an almost drunken way, as I cradled her head in my hands. I didn't think he would bring her off and he didn't, which seemed to greatly disappoint him. She explained that after that huge orgasm she had earlier, it would take her quite a while before she could orgasm again. This seemed to please him. He relented and collapsed on the sofa, his cock still wrapped in latex, but only semi erect.
I helped her off the table and she rushed off to his bathroom. I joined him on the sofa, my cock still hard and still out of my pants. He gave her many compliments and told me that I was super lucky. She emerged from the bathroom and sat next to him on the sofa, as there was no room on my side. He said to her, "I was just telling your husband that he was so lucky to be able to lick your pussy; it's so sweet; just delectable."
I wanted to say that it was even tastier without the perfumed massage oil, but I didn't. She told him that she liked his cock, especially his being uncut. They talked about cocks for the next five minutes. She asked him if she could touch his cock, which was still condom covered, although the condom was saggy and looked as it was about to slip off. He took his hands off his lap and she handled his cock, expressing joy at the size of his captured load. I wondered if he would soon be getting hard again. It didn't, although it did swell little.
He asked if we wanted a strong drink, as he really needed one. We accepted his offer and he scampered off to his kitchen. She slid on the sofa and kissed me deeply, before saying that she had a good time and that she liked his cock.
He returned with three drinks and no condom. In fact, his cock looked as if it had been cleaned up, with no moisture evident on the end of his foreskin. Mind you, my cock was still out and still hard. She had been gently stroking me, so it couldn't go soft. She asked out host if it was okay for us to fuck on his sofa. He nodded and brought a large blanket that he tossed over the exposed end of the sofa.
I took off my pants and sat on the blanket, before she climbed on top of my cock. I love fucking in front of others and she determined to capture some semen in her vagina before she dressed. So we fucked and we talked to him while we fucked. He had many intelligent questions for us. I loved how she became embarrassed while telling him how many other men had fucked her, as here she was naked, being fucked by me after he had fucked her. I made her give more details than she disclosed at first, such as what she thought of Michael's thick uncut cock. I relished the strangeness of her talking about another man's cock to another man while I fucked her.
I came in her and she was now willing to get dressed. As she dressed, she told me that she wished that she had bought the red bra from the lingerie shop, which was our code that meant that she wanted to have more sex with him. With this knowledge, I made arrangements with him for her next visit, her next solo visit. The closest date that worked was two weeks later.
Unfortunately, it would have been better if it had been sooner and if I had still accompanied her. She went, but only had a good time, not the great time she had with me there. Her third visit was even less enjoyable. She explained that he had reverted entirely to his overly aggressive pussy eating, so she could not orgasm. In addition, he could not be talked out of using condoms. That last visit was her last visit. In so many ways the setup was ideal, as we longed for something regular and dependable. But at the same time, some other potential lover had shown up in her sights, so we thought it best to cut the relationship off.
That was her last strange uncut cock, as all the other men were circumcised. But just before our final move, she blurted out as I entered our door, "Guess what! The police detective in the next condo group is uncircumcised!”
I assumed that he had fucked her, so I was super eager to hear the details. No sex. How did she find out? She had gone to the pool and she talked to him, where she saw his balls and cock peek out of his swim trunks. I was absolutely convinced that he had been flashing her. She was absolutely convinced that he hadn't been, as he didn't act nervous or weird in any way.
(After we divorced, I was a pool and the young woman I was talking to was acting nervous and weird. After she finally jumped in the pool, I realized that my cock and balls were visible from where she stood. I was only sunning and I wore running shorts with no underwear, not proper swim trunks. Retroactively, I agreed with my ex, it turned out, as I had no idea I was on display.)
So the wife mentioned she would like a massage for her birthday. I was joking complete with happy ending and she said you know I would stop it if they started rubbing me. Any one ever get a massage like that for their wife, are there places? Any in Colorado??
At Desire in Mexico they offer it. My wife and I did it last year, They have us on tables side by side, I could hear my wife get off 3 times. My therapist gets me all jazzed up, then she reached under me to stroke me with lube. Before I cum she tells me to get on my wife and guides me in. Between the lube and my wife all wet there was little friction. My therapist, a woman, squeezed my dick on every out stroke until I cum. This is a service they offer everyone. They have a BDSM version as well
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