A Naughty Massage For Her
Published on Friday, April 1, 2016
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Author's note: This story is
actually about the husband of another man's wife, and what happened
when he realized his fantasy.
My wife had been talking about getting a massage for a while, which she's had before in a professional setting. But not
at the house, and not while I'm watching, which is really what I had
been wanting to do to arouse myself. The thing is, she has old
fashioned sensibilities when it comes to sex, which is why I figured
there'd be no way she'd ever let a massage get sexual. Besides, a
masseur would never let it get sexual, either, since he's a
professional, and has strict guidelines to follow.
Still, I couldn't help but wonder how far she'd allow another man to
massage her body if I could find a masseur who'd attempt to make it
sexual. I figured if I could find the right guy, I'd work something out
with him to seduce her. I figured the chances of this happening would
be slim to none, but I wanted to try.
After contacting a number of massage therapy centers in and around my
area, and discreetly talking to a number of massage therapists, pretty
much every masseur I talked to told me they wouldn't be able to help me
with my fantasy.
Feeling frustrated, I was about to give up when one of the masseurs
told me his wife might be able to give me a lead, so he put me on hold
for her to take my call. She was a masseuse who worked in the same
massage therapy center. When she picked up the line, I told her
straight out how embarrassed it was for me to be talking to her about
my fantasy, and I wasn't particularly comfortable about it, but she put
me at ease right away to let me know I needn't be embarrassed with her.
Like her husband had told me, neither one of them could help me out
directly, but she knew about a former masseur who gave up the
profession, and who was known to give massages with happy endings.
"I've heard good
things about him," she told me, "so you might want to
send him an email. I'd give you his phone number, but I don't have it."
I thanked her for the information, and she told me I hoped everything
would work out the way I wanted.
"Have fun,"
she told me.
"Thanks again,"
I replied back before ending the call.
When I emailed the guy, he replied to me the next day, and we exchanged
a number of messages until I felt pretty comfortable about inviting him
over to massage my wife. By then, I was confident that he'd give her a
really great massage, and he'd try to seduce her if she'd allow it. One
of the things I liked about him was his assurance that my wife's
massage would only get sexual if she wanted things to go that far.
Otherwise, he'd be perfectly fine just giving her a massage.
I had previously talked to my wife about my fantasy of watching a
masseur turn her on with a massage while I watched, so she knew how
excited I'd get. Even though we didn't discuss it much, she listened to
what I had to say without opposing it. I had shared that with the
masseur, and I had also told him from other conversations with my wife
that her hard limits would be no kissing or intercourse.
Even though it took a while until my wife was in the mindset to hear it
from me again, I reminded her about my fantasy, and I asked her rather
meekly if it would be okay for me to invite a masseur over to the house
to give her a massage at home. I more or less told her how I had found
the right guy, and I assured her the massage would only get sexual if
she wanted to let him get that naughty with him.
I told her that because there was the possibility that he might
pleasure her sexually, even though it wouldn't be expected, the massage
would be free. She told me she liked that she would be given a
professional massage for free, and then she asked me for specifics.
"Would he be
massaging me on a massage table?"
"He could,"
I answered, "but
he was hoping to give you a massage on our bed."
"Isn't that a
little presumptuous?" She asked.
"Not with him,"
I assured her. "His
thinking is that it will add to the sexual tension to massage you on
the bed, which will make it more exciting for you."
"And for you too, right?" She asked rhetorically with a knowing
smile.
"Sure,"
I admitted. "I'd
love it, especially with what he has in mind."
"What do you mean
with what he has in mind?" She wondered with an irritated tone
of voice.
"He'd like to
massage you while you're blindfold," I told her, "but you don't have to
be if you'd rather not."
Thinking about it for a moment she replied, "That could be fun. I'm
okay with that."
"Really?" I asked in disbelief. "That would be really
hot."
"Sure," she
giggled. "I'm
game if you are. When do you want to do this?"
"Yesterday!"
I exclaimed with excitement.
"Okay, don't get
too excited," she scolded me with a laugh. "I told you I'd do it.
Just don't get carried away, and don't expect me to have sex with the
guy, either. That's not something I'm into doing."
"No problem,"
I assured her. "Besides,
all you have to do is to lay back, and enjoy it. There's no
reciporaction on your part at all."
"There isn't?"
She asked incedulously. "I don't have to do
anything for him?"
"Not at all," I assured her. "In fact, I think it
would be extra naughty if all he did was to play with you, and you
simply laid there in bliss."
"Sounds good to
me," she laughed.
In due time I set up a "massage appointment"
with her newest masseur, and hopefully our soon to be friend with
benefits.
I was happy to see how aroused my wife was in anticpation of her
massage as she relaxed in a long bath before he was scheduled to arrive.
"Thank you for
doing this," I told her while reminding her how much I was
looking forward to seeing this fantasy play out.
"It's my pleasure,"
she told me, and then with a laugh she added, "or at least I hope it
will be my pleasure."
"It will be,"
I told her. "I'll
make sure of it."
With about 5 minutes to spare, my wife got out of her bath, toweled
herself dry, and then laid herself face down on our bed after
blindfolding herself.
"Oh my God!"
I exclaimed. "You
look so sexy with that blindfold on, and nothing else on but that
towel. This is going to be fun."
"I think so too," she said with excitement. "I'm actually looking
forward to it."
"Me too," I
told her.
Then the doorbell rang.
Without another word being said, I greeted our masseur at the door,
exchanged some pleasantries, and then I guided him into our bedroom. He
was clearly aroused by the sight of my blindfolded wife with only a
towel draped over her backside. With a wink, and a finger to his lips
to silently remind me that his massage would be given to her without a
word being spoken, I watched as he prepared himself to massage her.
Out came a bottle of massage oil, and some small towels. Somewhat to my
surprise he remained fully clothed except for his shoes, which he
kicked off, and set aside. Starting at her feet after warming some
massage oil in his hands, he began massaging each of her soles, which I
could see she clearly enjoyed.
As had been suggested, on top of the bed were some towels she had laid
herself face down on, and so too were some of her favorite sex toys set
aside for use on her later if the seduction of his massage ended up
getting sexual.
My wife's favorite music had been turned on at a volume she preferred,
and candles lit up the bedroom for a very inviting ambiance.
When he had assured me that she'd be getting an otherwise professional
massage despite the blindfold, and massaging her on the bed in such a
suggestive setting, I was happy to see that he had meant what he said.
His massage was a real one, and it was carefully being given to her in
an obviously purposeful manner that she was clearly appreciating, and
enjoying.
It dawned on me that if the massage turned sexual later on, from her
perspective at least, that would be the least of what she'll have
enjoyed with him. Still, I was already getting somewhat bored by
watching, so I started to peek into the bedroom less frequently, and I
began hoping the sexual fun would happen sooner than later. I was a man
on a mission, and being very selfish about seeing my fantasy become
real.
The massage lasted much longer than I had expected it to last, which
was close to an hour and a half before it looked like it was winding
down. What happened next surprised me as I watched with apprehension
while he began kissing my wife's soles, and using his tongue and mouth
to lick them entirely. This wasn't something I had ever thought to do,
nor would I have wanted to, but my wife seemed to be quite happy with
the sensation of having her soles attended to, and pleasured in the way
he was doing.
While I wasn't sure how to feel about it, I have to admit because of
how much she was enjoying it that I was somewhat fascinated by what he
was doing. He began licking, and sucking each and every one of her
toes. He was clearly into worshipping her soles and toes, which
reminded me that she actually has very sexy feet even though I hadn't
ever given much thought, if any, to giving her pleasure through her
feet.
After pleasuring her feet for a good amount of time, and after once
again giving them a really good massage, he traced his fingers up along
what had come to be her competely naked body after stripping away her
towel until he leaned in over her neck, and whispered something into
her ear.
In a low voice she answered back, and then rose up after he stepped
towards me to momentarily leave the room while she pulled away her
blindfold to head into the bathroom.
"She needed to
pee," he told me matter-of-factly. With a satisfied smile on his
face he added, "but
she's going to lay down on the bed again for more."
He didn't tell me specifically what that meant, and only teased me by
saying, "You'll
have to watch to see what comes next."
But I couldn't wait to see what was to come next. Instead, I joined my
wife in the bathroom to get an update directly from her. She was
clearly in a state of bliss, and she didn't seem particularly happy
that I had come into the bathroom to question her even when I told her
I just wanted to see if everything was fine.
"Everything's
fine," she told me. "It's actually better
than I expected it to be," she added. "I'm defintely having
fun."
"So what's
happening next?" I asked.
"I have no idea,"
she answered back. "I
guess more of the same. He told me he had a naughty surprise for me if
I was ready to turn over onto my back, and I told him I'd be ready
after I peed."
"Ready for what?"
I asked. "What's
the surprise?"
"Well," she
giggled, "it
wouldn't be a surprise if I knew what it was, now would it?"
"What if you don't
like it?" I asked somewhat frustrated.
"I've liked it so
far," she answered. "I'm guessing I'll like
the surprise, too. Let's just play it by ear, and see what happens.
Besides, he told me that if he did anything I didn't like, all I needed
to do was to let him know, and he'd stop it."
"He told you that?"
I asked.
"He did,"
she answered. "So
do me a favor, and don't ruin the surprise by asking him about it.
Let's just play it by ear, and see what happens."
I was surprised by my wife's happy cooperation. Then again, that
thorough massage he gave her really loosened her up to engage with him.
"I don't know how
you got her to be so agreeable," I told him with a smile on my
face after I let him know that my blindfolded wife was waiting on the
bed, "but she's
really looking forward to her surprise."
"It seems that way," he replied. "We'll have to see how
it goes. I think she'll enjoy it, and I hope you will too," he
added.
I have to admit that I was very intrigued with
whatever surprise he had in store for my wife, which by extension would
be a surprise for me as well. I could tell after she laid herself face
up on the bed after peeing that she was excited by the anticipation of
what was to come next. If as it seemed she was as aroused as I was
about the mystery of it all, the next part of our tryst was about to
get a lot more exciting.
What happened next surprised me much more than I had anticipated, not
just because it was so unexpected, but because my wife ended up getting
off on it in a way that I didn't think she had in her.
To my surprise, from the backpack he had brought with him, he pulled
out long strands of soft, thick white rope along with a set of wrist
and ankle restraints. Without a word of protest after he made sure she
couldn't peek out from underneath her blindfold, I watched as he
secured each of her wrists and ankles to the four corners of our bed.
He quietly motioned me over with a finger to his lips to have me stay
silent.
Not only did he put her in four-point restraints, but he immobilized
her even more securely with a six-point restraint system by strapping a
restraint around each of her upper legs, and securing them tightly and
well to keep them apart for full exposure of her pussy, and clit.
"Wow!" She
exclaimed with some laughter after he had made sure she was effectively
immobilized. "You've
got me tied down really well."
"I sure do," he playfully replied, "and that's just one
surprise."
"You have another
surprise?" She asked.
"Yes I do, and
that surprise is for both of you" he continued to say with a
playfullness in his voice that made his domination over her an inviting
proposition.
"The surprise for
your husband is that he has no idea that I've tied you down on the bed,"
he told her.
"What do you mean
he has no idea? Isn't he still watching?" She asked.
"Not after he
talked to you in the bathroom," he answered back.
"Where is he?"
She asked in a tone of voice that clearly showed her excitement that
was absent any real concern.
"I don't know
where he is exactly except to tell you that he's not in the house, and
he won't be coming back until I call his cell" he told her.
"He's not in the
house?" She asked. "Why'd he leave?"
"He left because I was very naughty about the answer I gave him when he
asked me what surprise I had for you." He explained.
"He wasn't
supposed to ask you about my surprise," she giggled with
amusement.
"I know,"
he told her, "so
I took advantage if it with a sudden naughty impulse."
"What did you do?"
She asked in a coy way that showed the fun she was having with her
unexpected surprise.
"I naughtily lied
to him by telling him you had hoped he'd leave me alone with you,"
he told her, "because
you were having so much fun, and you were feeling guilty about it."
With a genuine concern she asked, "Didn't
he get upset?"
"Not at all,"
he answered back. "In
fact, you should have seen how hard he got when I told him I was going
to do all kinds of kinky things to make you cum while he was out of the
house."
"Really?"
She asked incredulously.
"Yeah," he
replied, "and
wait until he hears that I tied you up like I have, and how I forced
you to cum over and over again against your will."
"I think he might not like that," she told him as if I might get
upset.
"But how would you
like it?" He asked. "How would you like me
to make you cum while you're tied and helpless to do anything about it?"
By this point because he had been lightly tickling, and playing with
her naked and bound body while they were talking, she was hardly in a
frame of mind to deny what she'd like for him to do. Still, being
playful about it because she was happily, and fully engaged in being
his submissive, she capitulated, and egged him on.
"It's not like I
can do anything about it, now is there?" She coyly snapped back.
"That's right,"
he teasingly confirmed. "You're tied and
helpless to do a thing about it, and you're in no position to stop me
from having my way with you."
I loved how playful the two of them were being with each other. I was
getting hornier by the moment, and I couldn't help but to beat myself
off while I continued to watch in silence as if I wasn't there.
This was about the time that the talking between them ceased. In
between her legs, he was giving her head, and getting her wetter by the
moment. Her legs began to tremble and shake as she struggled in her
restraints, which told me she was convulsing with multiple orgasms. But
her climaxes were only soft ones, so she only let out some low moans of
satisfaction, and approval.
After liberally lubbing it up, he fully inserted a vibrating egg past
her open pussy lips so that it would vibrate against her G-spot. She
moaned as it hit the right spot.
With the vibrating egg still inside of her pussy, he firmly pressed
another vibrator down upon her clit as it engorged itself from the
vibrations.
"Oh God!"
She exclaimed. "That's
too much," she protested as she struggled the best she could to
pull away, and resist the forced orgasms that were about to overwhelm
her senses.
"Or maybe not
enough," he teased her as he pressed down even more firmly, and
with an accuracy that confirmed he was vibrating the right spot to make
her climax.
"I don't know if I
can take it!" She cried out with sincere resistance, but also
with an exclaimed sense of intense pleasure.
Then quite suddenly her naked and bound body began convulsing with a
series of multiple forced orgasms, one series of climaxes after another
until she began to squirt uncontrollably.
"Oh my God!"
She exclaimed. "What's
happening to me? What are you doing to me? What's going on?"
"It's
uncontrollable squirting," he told her with excitement, and
satisfaction. "You're
having a female ejaculation!"
"Oh my God!"
She exclaimed again as her body rocked with yet another series of
multiple forced orgasms.
"Oh, correct that,"
he told her. "You're
having a 2nd female ejaculation."
"I've never
squirted like that before," she muffled as cries of intense
satisfaction overwhelmed her. Tears of enormous satisfaction were
actually flowing down her cheeks.
"It's wonderful to
see you squirt like this," he told her. "Not every woman can."
"Are you sure it's
not pee?" She asked incredulously.
"I'm sure,"
he assured her. "I've
seen this a lot, so I know what it is. Besides, you already peed."
"Oh yeah,"
she laughed. "I
did."
For the next few minutes while they talked about what had just happened
so wonderfully, and so abundantly, I was still taking in what I had
watched, and what I had fully enjoyed. Happily for me as I started to
feel some jealousy, my wife began to express her guilt over what she
thought had happened in regard to having him trick me into thinking
that she wanted to be alone with him.
"I love what just
happened here," she told him, "but I'm really feeling
guilty about having done this without my husband."
At about this time I was close enough to her masseur that he was able
to lean over to my ear to whisper, "Just follow my lead."
"Actually,"
he said to her, "I
have one last surprise that will make you feel a lot better."
"You do?"
She asked.
"You have nothing
to feel guilty about because I had you tied and helpless to do anything
about it," he explained.
"Yeah," she
answered back, "but
I let you tie me down, and I obviously got off on the idea that you had
me all to yourself while he was out of the house."
By this point he had released her from the restraints, although she
could still barely move because of how sexually ravished she had been
dominated. He nestled in beside her from behind, and spooned her, which
she was clearly enjoying.
"You let me tie
you down because you wanted to indulge your husband, and you thought he
was still watching," he assured her, "so again, this isn't
something that you did on your own."
"I know,"
she replied, "but
I still feel guilty about it."
Luckily for you," he said with more of an explanation, "that last surprise I
told you I had for you means that you didn't do anything behind your
husband's back."
"What do you mean?"
She asked with the hope that she didn't have to feel guilty about what
had happened.
"Your husband's
been here the whole time," he told her, "and believe you me,
he's definitely been getting off on his role played absence."
Pulling away her blindfold, and adjusting her eyes even as the room was
still only being dimly lit by candles, she looked up at me, and slapped
me on my arm.
"I KNEW that you
were still watching when I heard you beating off when he was playing
with me," she giggled. "You are SO kinky! I
love it!"
Suffice it to say, it was a very successful tryst that shouldn't
surprise you to know has been more or less repeated from time to time.
This story was submitted by tickleman@hotmail.com.
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