The Remarkable Masseuse
Late Thursday afternoon I helped my husband get ready for a long- deserved
hunting trip.  He had been working especially hard and needed to unwind
tramping through the fields and sitting in duck blinds.  I made a big thermos
of hot coffee for him and packed a picnic basket full of sandwiches, fruit and
homemade brownies.
  Friday morning, when I awakened, it was pouring rain.  Raining harder than it
had in a long time.  I knew I was in for a long weekend.  I decided to make the
best of it.  I went to my dance class, and then over to the gymn for a morning
of strenuous workout.  On my way home, I stopped at the video store and picked
up some movies.  I rented a couple of film classics and a couple of love
stories that I could watch and cry my eyes out.  I also picked up an X-rated
film about two women making love.  This was a first for me.  With the movies
and a novel, I thought I would be able to make it through the weekend without
being too bored.
  When I arrived home, it was still raining, so I put one of the movies in the
machine.  One of the games I play with myself when I rent movies is not to look
at the labels.  Just grab a movie from the stack and pop it in the recorder.  I
settled down on the couch to see what my first pick was.  Well, it was a
doozie!  The first movie was the X-rated one about two women making love.  I
watched, intently experiencing every second of this movie.  The things these
women were doing were very interesting.  I could see why my husband had such
strong fatasies on this subject.  I was really beginning to appreciate why he
got so turned-on over the mere mention of two women making out.
  I decided since it was such a long weekend, I would explore further.  Several
weeks before I had met a girl at the gymn who said she gave massages for $20 an
hour.  I felt that was a very reasonable price and asked for her card.  When I
finished watching the movie, I searched for the masseuse's card and gave her a
call.  We set up an appointment for Saturday morning at 10.
  It rained hard all of Friday night, and it was still pouring when I awakened
on Saturday morning.  I took a long shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs
immaculately and made sure that my shaved pussy did not have one stray strand.
I set about to build a fire in the fireplace, as that is where I wanted my
massage - in the living room right next to the fireplace.  Not only was it
raining cats and dogs, it was cold as well.
  Promptly at 10 am, my personal masseuse arrived with her portable table.  We
chatted while she set up her table and got everything ready.  She told me that
I could go and undress.  I went to my bedroom and took off everything.  I put
on a terrycloth robe and purposely didn't tie the sash as I knew it would be
coming off soon.
  I am a little over 40 and have kept my body in fantasic shape.  I am quite
small and rarely weigh over 113 pounds.  My husband is a fanatic for a shaved
pussy, so I keep it well shaved and glistening by rubbing it daily with baby
oil.  My masseuse told me I could get on the table now, and I removed my robe,
stretched my lean body and climbed up on the table.  Her eyes never left my
body.  While I was out of the room, she had warmed the lotions and oils she was
to use by the fireplace.  The towels were also warming.  What a wonderful
massage this was going to be!
  The masseuse began by covering me with a towel and going to the end of the
table to begin work on my feet.  Many pressure spots in your feet tell you what
is going on with the rest of your body.  When she hit a spot that was sore, I
asked what part of my body that related to.  She told me that was my
reproductive organs.  They were in need.  I have always had a very active sex
life with my husband.  We make love at least once a day.  Since he was gone, I
had to use my vibrator several times, but it just isn't the same without your
lover.  I told her that I was highly active sexually and that my darling was on
a hunting trip and wouldn't return until late Sunday.  I also said, "I guess my
reproductive organs will have to stay sore until Sunday night."  She replied
with a sly grin, "We'll see."
  My masseuse and I covered a variety of topics while she was working on my
feet and lower legs.  The video recorder was right next to the table and the
tape was in the "eject" mode so you could see what the name of the tape was.
Being a very alert lady, her eyes scanned the room.  They settled on the video
machine, and she made a comment about the movie that was in the slot.  I was
rather embarrassed and told her that I had gotten the X-rated tape as a
surprise when my husband came home.  She asked me how I felt about two women
making love, and I told her that after viewing the movie yesterday, I was
becoming more open-minded about such things, especially during the absence of
my lover.
  At that point, she was working on my thighs and her fingers would come all
the way up to the top of my legs, expertly I must say, and dart back down my
legs.  I just laid back and started to enjoy this whole experience.  Her
fingers would come up my legs more rapidly and genlty pass my clit.  I was
beginning to get turned-on and I was getting slightly wet.  Oh, this was heaven
and I wanted more.  I began to moan slightly, and she took the cue and placed
her fingers expertly around my hooded pearl.  The constant motion was more than
I could stand and I had a huge orgasm right on the table.
  With her fingers popping in and out of my vagina and playing with my clit,
she began to move slowly up my belly with her other hand.  The excitement was
running through my veins.  I couldn't wait to tell my husband I had taken this
bold step.  Before I knew it, I four rocking orgasms.  This was utter bliss!
She continued to move up my body withe her other hand until she was gently
massaging my right breast.  The she carefully laid herself at the end of the
table and put both hands on my breasts.  She began to lick me furiously while
she massaged my nipples.  I was absolutely going out of my mind.
  I reached down and began to play with her erect nipples.  Her breasts were
quite large, with nipples that stuck out rock hard.  I loved playing with them.
I can't tell you how many orgasms I had at this point, because they just kept
rushing down the pike.  She slid up my body and planted a full-on kiss on my
lips.  I could taste my own pussy juices.  She began to tongue me and writhe on
top on my body.
  She then swung herself around on me in a 69 position so that I could lick her
free-flowing pussy and enjoy the same sensation she was.  I lapped away
greedily, savoring every second of this new form of lovemaking.  We were both
writhing, licking, sucking and kissing.  I licked her and she had a tremendous
orgasm.  She came so hard and furiously I thought the room would explode.
  Just then, the front door opened, and I heard my husband's voice.  He was
home a day and a half early.  I was too entrenched in my lovemaking to be able
to leap up and at the same time I remembered how much he loved to fantasize
about me with another woman.  He came into the room to find two women, without
a stitch on, sucking and kissing.  The room smelled strongly of pussy juices.
What a sight we must have been to my poor rain-drenched husband.
  He muttered something about don't let me disturb you and the roads were so
rain-soaked he wasn't able to hunt, so he came on home.  He was taking off his
wet jacket and boots and I looked over at him dreamily and said, "Why don't you
join us, darling?  You can collect your birthday present."  It didn't take much
prodding, and my husband dove in.
  We were still in the 69 position with me on top.  He began to lick at my
cum-soaked pussy and fondle my masseuse's breasts.  The fire was roaring and so
were all three of us.  I rolled over on all fours and put my ass up in the air.
My masseuse straddled my back and thrust her breasts in my husband's face.  He
took his thick, long cock and thrust it into my sweet, little cunt while he
kissed away at her breasts.  He shot a load that lasted longer than any he had
shot before.  I could tell that this was his big moment and we were both in
ecstacy.
  I told my husband it was his turn now and to lay down on the table.  He did
so willingly.  The massuese began to work with expert fingers all along his
upper leg.  His cock was standing at attention once again.  I climbed up on the
table and straddled his face so that he could lick some more.  She began to
slide her mouth up and down his cock.  I wish that I could have seen my
husband's face, but
unfortunateley, I was sitting on it.  After a short time, he came again, and
again, and again.  I had really been missing something; something I was never
going to miss again.  With me still sitting on my husband's face, the masseuse
moved up and began to kiss me and play with my breasts.  We were both writhing
up against each other, our bodiws swaying in motion.  She lowered herself down
on my husband's once-again erect member.  We were rocking and rolling.
Simultaneously, we all had the biggest orgasm that I can ever remember
experiencing.
  When I got off the table and looked at my darling, he was laying there with a
big grin and pussy juices all over his face.  We both sang "Happy Birthday" to
him.  He was really glad that he was home.  Our masseuse gave us both an oil
massage and then quietly let herself out the door.   We both agreed that a
massage was a "must" in our household expenses and that we would have one at
least once a month or more.  If you could see how lightly my sweetie walks
around the house and how much he loves me, you would consider giving your man
the same kind of birthday present.
 
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