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Social Networking Ch. 01

By: buntsingle1



I really had no reason to snoop. In fact, I wasn't even looking for anything in particular when I pushed the keyboard to the side and a small piece of paper appeared in view.

FB Heather713 and my wife's maiden name were written on the paper. 

It was curious but not all that exciting. Of course, it would prove to be very exciting over the next six months. Little did I know, but that little piece of paper would be the key to a whole new world for me.

It was obviously a code or login, but to what? My thoughts turned to porn as it usually did. Did she belong to some porn website? No, I would know if she paid to be a part of any site. I had complete control of the money. I would have seen a transaction. "Heather" that's the easy part. She is my beautiful wife of six years. "713" was the street address of our first house but what does that have to do with anything? My wife was not real computer literate but she did just get an internet capable phone in the last few months and has learned a lot in that time period. I checked the history of the computer and found that it regularly was cleared. The settings were set to clear the history every day. The history showed just a few shopping and news websites and nothing out of the ordinary.

Unable to figure it out, I changed the history setting to let it record the websites that were visited without clearing the history. 

Several days went by and nothing showed up on the history that was out of the ordinary. Finally it hit me on Monday night when I was checking the websites that were visited. "FB" Facebook! She had joined Facebook. I was relieved -- nothing too offensive about Facebook. 

I immediately logged in as Heather713 and checked what was on the website. Apparently, Heather had invited just five of her girlfriends to be her friend on Facebook. As I read what they had written it sounded a lot like their conversations when they got together. Stacy wanted to change her bathroom from blue to burgundy. Marie had an Aunt with cancer who was not doing too well. Heather complained about never having enough time. Actually it was pretty boring stuff. However, every so often one of the girls would get on the subject of sex and it got a lot more interesting. They talked about a pact they made to share all of the intimate details of their love life so they all could learn how to live happily. The talk was supposed to help them learn what went wrong in relationships and help them avoid the pitfalls of married life.

All of the friends were married in the last six years. Heather and I were together the longest of any of the group. All of the girls had not had children yet and seemed to have a lot in common. As I read, it seemed to me to be a pretty good idea to create a small tight-knit group of young women who had similar interests, hopes and dreams and let them talk out their problems. Apparently, the pact was pretty recently developed and they were all still getting used to the idea of sharing details of their lives with each other. There was plenty of encouragement from each other but not very many examples of juicy stuff that would interest me.

Of course, I am vain so I searched for anything that Heather said about me. There was really not very much about me. I guess I was disappointed that Heather hadn't shared how wonderful I was. Marie had talked briefly about Jim her husband and how he was an expert with his lips and tongue. 

"Where's my props? I'm pretty good with my lips and tongue too!"

I continued to secretly read my wife's social networking and did not let on that I knew about the club. I challenged myself to try to get Heather to write something exciting about me in the journal.

I brought home flowers for no reason, I praised her, and I listened to her problems at work, all with the intent to be "Mr. Wonderful". The results were poor. I hardly was mentioned on the site for weeks. Heather was just not real forthcoming with information about her life. 

Then it hit me; I was going about this all wrong. I had to do something really out of the ordinary so Heather would be compelled to write about her exciting life. I cooked up this little scheme that really was the key to my sex life and my exciting times to come.

I decided to tell Heather that I had enrolled in a massage school to learn sensual massage techniques that could enhance our sex life and make her feel relaxed and calm. I told her that the class met on Tuesday nights for two hours and that in 8 weeks I would be proficient in three different methods of sensual massage. 

She seemed intrigued but did not really see the need to pay a school to teach me. She called it a waste of money and one of my hair brained ideas that I was so famous for. 

One of the big problems is that I really did not enroll in a massage school. In fact, I really didn't know anything about sensual massage. I tended to just rub the good parts on my wife until she came. I thought I was pretty good with my hands but didn't know anything official. 

On the first Tuesday night I went to the local bookstore and hung out for two hours researching the art of sensual massage. There was a lot to this and I bought two books on the subject so I wouldn't look dumb when my wife asked about what I had learned.  

When I arrived home, Heather was involved in her TV shows and had forgotten where I had been all night. That gave me the opportunity to read my books for the next week and reveal to Heather the art of sensual massage on the following Tuesday. 

On Tuesday, I went shopping for golf clubs and watched the baseball game at the store for a few hours and got home about 8 pm.

"Where you been Honey?"

"Tonight was my Massage Class."

"Oh, I forgot all about that. What do you do at that class? 

"Do you know that there are 17 erogenous zones on a woman's body?"

"All I can see is a bunch of horny nerds rubbing each others shoulders and talking about touching a real woman someday."

"Make your jokes but it is not like that at all. Our instructor is master masseuse who has worked at some of the most exclusive spas in the Southwest. It is very detailed. Tonight he showed diagrams of all the muscles on the back and neck and explained where each nerve ending led in the body."

As I am making this stuff up I am almost starting to believe it myself. I have always been excellent at making up bullshit but I am really getting carried away this time

"Next week we are learning the proper strokes and pressure points to stimulate, invigorate or relax a muscle."

"Wow, you are really taking this seriously, aren't you? Maybe you can quit your day job and go into the business."

"My only goal is to please you..." As soon as I said it I had this fear that Heather was going to start laughing and catch me in my lie but she was buying it..."I plan on being married to you for another fifty years and I want you to be happy."

"OK big boy, show me your best moves."

"I'm sorry, I don't know any yet. One of the things that our instructor said on the first day is that we had to relearn everything we knew about touching a woman."

"He told us we could not try anything until week four."

"C'mon show me that magic touch."

"I'll show you what I've been showing you for the last six years but you are going to have to wait for the advanced stuff."

With that I reached over and pinched Heather's nipple through her sleep shirt. She grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the bed. I gave her a kiss and slipped her the tongue. She seemed to melt in my arms. I ran my left hand up her long legs. 

Heather has great legs. She is about 5'6", just slightly shorter than me. Her legs are long and lean. Tonight they are also smooth as silk. She had just got out of the tub and they were freshly shaved and smoothed from generous application of lotion. As I rubbed up higher, I was surprised by another smooth area. She had shaved the lower portion of her pussy for the first time of the season. Heather had a rule. Pussy hair was necessary in the winter to keep her warm but when the weather started getting warmer she would shave it like I liked it. Tonight was what I was waiting for -- I love spring!

Heather's pussy is gorgeous. Her outer lips are the same color and texture as her beautiful legs. No dark area just creamy white skin. Her inner lips protrude just a little, just enough to invite me to kiss them until they get wet. I sure planned on doing that but right now I was content on stroking her inner thigh and pussy lips until some moisture appeared. It did not take long. She was excited too. She knows I look forward to this every year and she could see my excitement in my face as I felt her smooth pussy for the first time. My breathing was quick. It is amazing how something so simple can take me over the edge.

I was now rubbing the full length of her pussy lips. Moisture was not a problem anymore, unless you call running down her legs a problem. Her clit was exposed and swollen. I was making circles around her love button and her breathing was increasing. 

The bedside light was still on so I pulled her sleep shirt up a bit so I could look at her beautiful pussy. She had left a small patch of brown curly hair right above her clit but other than that she was completely bald. 

"You are beautiful"

She tried to pull the shirt down in embarrassment. "Quit"

"We are married, I'm allowed to look"

"It's the prettiest thing I have ever seen." "Trust me I'm an expert."

I gave her a series of small kisses on the inside of her thighs and made my way to that hot pussy. It was dripping wet and tasted amazing. Her hands made it to the back of my neck as I licked her clit in a circular motion. Next her legs started squeezing my neck. I stuck a finger in and started massaging her g-spot. She can never stand that for long and this time was no different. I thought I was going to suffocate when she squeezed those legs tight and moaned through her first orgasm. I clamped my lips down on her clit to feel it quiver during her orgasm. I thought she was going to break my neck pulling me off her pussy. She gets so sensitive after an orgasm. 

I made my way up to her face and kissed her deeply. My mouth was covered with her pussy juice. I love it when she tastes herself. I rubbed my index finger up her pussy lips and scooped up a finger full of pussy juice and brought it to her mouth and rubbed it on her lips. I kissed her. The taste was wonderful.

I began rubbing her breasts. Heather's nipples were hard as a brick and fully erect. She had dark brown nipples that stand out a full inch when erect. They are perfectly circular and are one of her best features. Her boobs are small, a small B, but they are perfect on her body. I have never been able to convince her that they are plenty big and they are exactly what turns me on. 

Our tongues are exploring each others mouths and she was soon pulling on my ass to get on top of her. I pulled my boxers off and slid her sleep shirt over her head. I started sliding my dick up and down her pussy lips. Ah, no friction. That bald pussy was so soft and wet that it didn't take but a few strokes before I slipped right in. My 7 inch dick was swollen and super sensitive. I could feel every stroke as her inner lips latched onto my dick and slid effortlessly up and down my shaft. What an amazing feeling.

I reached my hand down to rub her clit as I entered her. Her sensitivity on her clit was still at a peak. She swayed from side to side and tried in vain to remove my hand. I knew she really didn't want me to stop rubbing her clit. It was driving her crazy and she was panting as we kept our lips locked on each other. 

Just a few more strokes...Ah, I couldn't take it anymore. She started shaking and digging her fingernails into my ass. I shot my load deep into her pussy. We collapsed side by side in the bed.

"Welcome to spring."

"I love this time of year and I love you"

The next day, I was anxiously awaiting her entry on facebook. Surely, she would talk about how shaving her pussy drove me crazy and how we had intense sex the night before. At 3 pm, I logged onto the site to see what she wrote. I was surprised to see that she didn't even mention the crazy lovemaking. All she talked about was the Massage Class. She talked about how it really seemed legitimate and how she was anxiously awaiting week 4 so she could benefit from my training. 

Her girlfriends had weighed in also. They were very intrigued and all seemed anxious to hear how my skills increased after week 4. Marie mentioned that her husband was awful at massages and that she didn't even ask for one anymore. Marie seemed to be the one that was quickest to comment and to give details about her relationship. That wasn't surprising. Of all my wife's friends, Marie is the most talkative. She never met a stranger. She was always friendly with me and often had given me a little grin that but ideas in my mind - not wholesome ideas. Marie often dressed provocatively. Miniskirts, short shorts and low-cut tops were pretty standard for Marie. She was short and petite with coal black wavy hair that she wore about shoulder length. Her boobs were large for her body and she seemed to want to show them to everybody. Heather had commented several times that she wished her boobs were as big as Maries. I had tried in vain to convince my wife that I preferred her boob size to Marie's size. 

The rest of the week it was the hot topic on my wife's site. It seemed to open up the flood gates of information with all the girls. They talked about how they liked to be touched. Some preferred deep tissue massage, others liked soft gentle touches. The consensus was that they loved to be touched and didn't necessarily want to make love every time they received a massage. Their husbands were very quick to start the love making and forget about the massage. They all talked about the stresses in their life and they envied Heather who would soon have a trained masseuse in her home that could satisfy her whenever she wanted. 

Heather promised to report back with information about the Massage Class. 

Tuesday night I stayed late at work to fill in the time that I was supposed to be at the class. This was week 3 so I didn't have to have too many details and didn't have to perform until next week. Heather was waiting for me in the bedroom when I arrived home. The lights were low and candles were burning. This looked encouraging. Heather had her reading glasses on and was reading a trashy novel with some hunk on the cover. I haven't seen one of those at the bedside before. 

"Hi Honey, how was class?"

"Very informative tonight -- He taught us the three different levels of pressure to use during a massage."

"What are those?" she asked very interested 

"Well there is deep tissue massage that is used for tired muscles and as a stress reliever. That is the most common in spas as most people are coming for a massage because of sports injuries or stresses at work or in life."

"The second one is softer than deep tissue and is more comfortable for many women as females prefer a lighter touch. It too can relieve stress and make muscles relax. Patrons often fall asleep during this massage." I couldn't think of a name for this one as I was making this up as I went along. I hope she doesn't ask for too many details.

"The third is sensual massage and it has a variety of levels of pressure from vigorous to feather soft touches depending on the part of the body you are touching. "

"That sounds like the one I want." Heather cooed 

"Tonight we also learned the different strokes. The most common is circular but there is semi-circular and others that are for specific parts of the body."

"Like what parts of the body?"

"Our instructor said for example, the buttocks are best rubbed in a semi-circular motion to start from top to bottom. However, it is often a good idea to change that rub from the bottom to the top as this has the effect of opening up the cheeks which many people find relaxing."

"Wait, whose ass are you rubbing?"

"No one, we don't start with live patrons until next week."

"Really, it's no big deal. We met the students tonight that will be here next week. They are not very attractive and most are pretty heavy. In fact, our instructor talked about how most of the people that you massage are not very appealing. They tend to be older and heavier than you would prefer. It makes sense; hot coeds don't have the money to get a massage. Most are older women looking for a little excitement from a young guy. Besides I am learning so I can massage you. I am not going into the business."

"Oh, I found out tonight that we all receive our own portable massage table at the completion of the class. We also get an assortment of oils to start us out." 

I had been checking out some massage tables online lately and this seemed to be the right time to bring this up. I can order the table and oils and have them sent to work. They should arrive at about the same time as the class ends. Listen to me; I have convinced myself that the class is real.

"After next week we are encouraged to try out our techniques with someone in our life. Most of the guys in the class are married so they can try things out on their wife. "I am so looking forward to that." Heather said

"You'll have to wait one more week. Do you need any amateur help in the meantime?" 

I was hoping for action like the previous week.

"Honey if you don't mind, I would like to just finish this chapter and go to sleep. I have to be at work early in the morning."

I headed to the shower and immediately started planning how to "practice" on Heather next Tuesday. This had to be perfect. She had to believe that I had some new expertise that would be special and different from anything I had done before. She had to be convinced that I was a trained masseuse. The pressure was on -- one week to get it together. 

I like to think I am a sensitive guy but the more I analyzed how I have handled Heather in bed up to now, the more I thought that I acted like a caveman. Every move was designed to move straight to a good hard fuck. I'm sure she saw through all the fake cuddling and gentle rubbing because it immediately went to predictable touching of her boobs and pussy. If I was going to impress Heather I was going to have to completely change my ways. Right before I turned off the shower, I made a pact with myself. Absolutely no fucking next Tuesday...What did I say? Yes, absolutely no fucking next Tuesday. I must be patient and it will pay off in the end. Besides, the more I read on her site the more I was convinced that all of my wife's friends agreed that they wanted a man who would just please them without any pressure to perform in bed. 

The week went by quickly. I was reminded several times by Heather that she would be my willing massage partner on Tuesday and she really wanted to see what I have learned. 

On my lunch break on Tuesday I went to the mall to pick up some massage oil. I headed home at the usual time -- just after class let out. 

Heather met me at the door and gave me a big kiss. She had saved a plate from her dinner and quickly started the microwave. We sat and talked while I ate dinner.

Heather's eyes were bright and her smiles were frequent as she asked.

"So, did you learn everything you need to know to be a masseuse?

"Well, I'm sure there is plenty more to learn but I do have a plan on how to massage my beautiful wife tonight."

"Well, clean that plate mister; it's time to get started."

We headed up to the bedroom and Heather asked.

"What do I do?"

"Just go to the bed, lie down and relax. I need a little time to get things ready."

Heather immediately removed her clothes and flopped down on the bed. She flipped on the TV as she waited on me. 


Social Networking Ch. 02



After reading the reviews of my massage of Marie on my wife's Facebook site I was feeling on top of the world. I had just spent an hour massaging one of Heather's best friends in a most intimate way and every one of my wife's friends had proclaimed me the best husband in the world. Apparently, all of the women's husbands really sucked at pleasing their wives. I still worried about how my wife would react to my touching her friend Marie.

When I arrived home, Heather was pumping me for information about the massage.

"What room in her house did you set-up in?

"We chose the room with the fireplace. She was cold and it was the warmest place."

"Oh, I wish we had a fireplace. That would be so nice to be massaged in front of the fire. I bet Marie loved it."

"Did she talk to you about it?" I asked; concerned about what to divulge about last night. I wasn't sure if they had talked on the phone. I had only read the comments on the site. 

"Yeah, she said you had your hands all over those big tits."

"I uh, I uh never touched her breasts." I stammered out excitedly

"Calm down I am just messing with you. She said you were a complete gentleman and your massage was the most calming thing she has ever experienced. She admitted that she was wrong about your talents and that I was the luckiest woman she knows. You really showed her."

Whew, I was relieved. I did kind of rub on those big tits a bit but I sure hoped that Marie didn't tell. 

"I am glad that I could let you win that argument. I guess that will be the end of that."

"Oh no, Now every one of my girl friends is interested in your skills in massage."

"I bet they are. You girls talk too much." I said as I closed the bathroom door to take a shower. As I started the water to the shower I began thinking about touching Marie and that image of her pink panties between her pussy lips started to run around my mind. As I rubbed soap on my body, I couldn't resist stroking my cock and thinking about what could have been with Marie. That sopping wet pussy would have sure felt wonderful around my dick. I was imagining getting on top of the massage table and ramming my cock into Marie from behind, when Heather yelled.

"You are going to use all the hot water. I don't want to take a cold bath."

I rinsed off and shut off the water. As I toweled off, Heather walked in and left the door open.

"You are going to freeze me to death."

"It sure didn't shrivel up this wiener", she said as she grabbed my dick and cupped my balls.

"Wow, you are frisky tonight."

"Calm down big boy. Get you boxers on and come sit in here and talk to me during my bath."

I went into the bedroom and shut the door to the bathroom as she started her bath water. I was a little concerned what Heather was going to talk about but she didn't seem upset or anything so I returned to the bath just as she was getting in the tub.

"Mind if I put my feet into to soak?"

"Sure."

Heather was sitting in the tub looking into my eyes with something obviously on her mind. She started to talk several times but caught herself before actually speaking.

"What?"

"Nothing"

"I know you too well. Something is on your mind and you don't know how to say it. Go ahead tell what you want to say."

She pondered for a little while longer and finally said "Did you enjoy massaging Marie?"

"No, I hated it."

"Bull. Tell me how you felt touching her."

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy? You know I only really like to touch you."

"No really, what was it like to touch her."

This was the moment of truth. What I said now could greatly impact my future. I breathed out loudly, choosing my words carefully.

"Really, it was very odd. In many ways I felt like I was doing something wrong to be touching another woman. But, I kept remembering you begging me to teach Marie a lesson. I wanted to do a good job with the massage but I was very careful not to touch her in any way that would make me feel uncomfortable and not be faithful to you."

"I did want you to massage Marie. I just didn't want you to like her more than me."

"You know I love you more than anything." I said as I bent down and kissed Heather. "I took the class to be a better husband to you and I would be happy only pleasing you for the rest of my life.

"I know you love me, I guess, I just needed to hear it again. Well, was it exciting?

"If you count scared to death. I was trying to act completely professional but I was breathing hard and my hands were shaking for the first few minutes. We didn't talk, hardly at all, after I started the massage. I guess it was weird for Marie too. I just kept concentrating on my training and tried to do the proper strokes for relaxation."

"What did she wear during the massage?"

"Shorts and a tank top." I said lying a bit

"Was her skin soft?

I looked down and Heather had started to rub soap up and down her legs as she waited on my answer. Her chest was out of the water and her nipples were showing that little wrinkle that appears when they get hard.

"Actually, it was softer than I expected. She must lotion up her body like you do to keep your young skin. Her feet were not hard and cracked. She must use the Ped Egg. By the way, what have you told her about my foot massages?"

Heather giggled. "You have got to know they are my favorite. I just told them that you were very good at rubbing feet."

"Them?"

"You know, we girls talk."

"So all your friends know about this?"

"Maybe I said a little bit."

"You are killing me."

"So where did you touch her?"

Heather's hand was now down below the surface of the water and drifting through the small patch of hair above her pussy.

"In the family room."

"Not where in the house, where on her body?" She said not too happy with my diversion.

"Well, I started with her scalp. She has a lot of hair and I ran my fingers through her hair for several minutes. That was safe and it made me calm down. I moved on to her feet as she had requested the foot massage thanks to you. She seemed to really enjoy the several minutes I spent on each foot."

"Was she covered?"

"Yes, I placed a towel over her during this part of the massage."

Heather's hand was now rubbing along her pussy lips and I was trying not to stare. I looked back in her eyes as she said.

"Where did you massage next?"

"I moved up to her neck and back and used the massage oil for ten minutes or so. Her lower back was really tight and needed a lot of work to loosen up."

"Did you take her top off?"

"No, I kept her tank top on for the whole massage. I just slid it up a little to access her lower back."

"Were her boobs hanging out?"

"I didn't notice."

"They are huge, you couldn't fail to notice."

"OK, the sides of her boobs were pushed out a bit as she was lying on her stomach."

"What did they look like?"

"They were white compared to her tan back."

"Did you touch them?" Heather said as she bit her lower lip. 

I could no longer ignore that Heather had her index finger inserted into her pussy and was rubbing her clit with her thumb.

"I would never touch another woman's boobs." I stammered out unconvincingly.

"C'mon, I know you had to have touched them."

"Maybe a little, I may have grazed them with my thumb, but I never grabbed her tits."

I looked in Heather's eyes when I said this but her eyes were closed tight. Her mouth was clinched and as I looked down I saw her legs closed tight around her hand. She was having an orgasm. 

When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled brightly and said.

"I love you."

The moment had passed and I knew to get out of the bathroom fast before any more was said. My head was spinning. My beautiful wife had just masturbated to my story of touching her friend's boobs. She was surprising me at every turn. 

I went and laid in the bed and waited for Heather to come out. When she did, she sat for a long time at the make-up mirror working on her nails and eyebrows. When she came to bed she reached over and kissed me with the wettest, sexiest kiss I can remember. Heather rolled on her back and said.

"You know there is another one of my friends that wants to feel your talents."

"No, how about I give you a massage?"

"I am too worn out for anything. C'mon, I feel sorry for her. You would be so good for her right now. She is so stressed out."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Becca" she said sheepishly

"No way, you know I can't take that prissy bitch. Besides, she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you. You really don't understand Becca."

"All I see is her nose up in the air bragging about all the stuff she has. God, her house is twice the size of ours and all she does is rub my nose in it about how Stu makes so much money. She practically calls me a loser every time we are together."

"She doesn't talk well to men. Stu is an asshole and Becca clings to her material goods as a front to feel important."

"Why can't she have a normal name like Rebecca or Becky? Becca what a prissy name!"

"Really Ted, you don't know the real person that Becca is. Stu's business is suffering now with the downturn in the economy and he has told her to not spend a dime. He has cut his salary to almost nothing to save the business. He is making a trip to California the end of this week and I think his business is through if he doesn't secure additional financing. Becca is really upset and their relationship is very rocky right now. "

"Great, a prissy basket case, just what I wanted."

"Ted, don't be so selfish. My friend needs you now and I would really really love it if you use your talents on her tomorrow night."

I lay silently in the bed considering my next response.

"She is very pretty...blonde hair...perky little tits...cute little ass... please just do it for me."

I stayed silent.

Heather rolled over in the bed and ran her hand through the hair on my chest and slowly slid it down brushing my cock just slightly. She kissed my neck and whispered in my ear.

"I like it when you touch my girlfriends."

Wow, I think my cock was hard as a brick in less than a second. I laid on my back thinking of what had just happened. Heather turned on her side and faced away from me. How could I say anything else?

"Ok, I'll do it. Have her call me tomorrow."

Heather turned around and kissed me on the cheek.

"You are such a good man. You'll see Becca is really in need right now and you will be so good for her."

Heather started whispering in my ear before turning her back again. "I want a full report after the massage."

My next day at work was completely unproductive. I could not concentrate on anything except the massage that night. Becca called me at lunch time and set up a six o'clock time for the massage. Again I instructed her to wear shorts and a tank top. I checked Facebook and read the comments. The more I thought about the comments from the girls I was surprised at how they completely decided what was going to happen. They had agreed that Becca was next. Apparently, talking to me was just a formality. As I analyzed Becca's comments, she seemed to be really scared. She was not really ready for this and was very hesitant to agree. All of the other girls were very supportive. Besides, her husband was out of town this week. I had forgotten about the husbands. Thank God that I didn't have to deal with them or this would be completely weird. 

I was home at five and after a quick shower I gave Heather a quick hug and departed for Becca's house. It was a fairly far drive as it was in the exclusive part of town. I pulled up to the neighborhood entrance and there was a guard station that I had to clear before entering. We had done this several times when visiting Becca and Stu but it seemed to highlight the difference in how we lived compared to them.

I pulled up to the circular drive and removed my massage table and gym bag. As I walked to the door I saw movement just inside the door. The glass around the door was opaque so you couldn't see in but you could detect movement and see the shape of a person in the glass. I think Becca was waiting at the door. I rang the bell and waited the short time before she opened the door.

"Hi Ted. Thanks for coming."

"Hi Becca. How are you tonight?"

"I'm a wreck."

We were standing in the foyer. There was a fountain in the center of the foyer that was flowing. I was thinking that we don't have a fountain in our foyer. Hell, we don't even have a foyer in our foyer. All we have is a hallway at our front door. It was hard to figure out what to say to Becca. Our conversations to this point have been very superficial and I really felt that she was a very superficial person but I had decided to try to understand Becca tonight as Heather had me feeling sorry for her. Becca was wearing a silk kimono. It was ivory in color with some inlayed pattern on the front- obviously very expensive. It complimented her blonde hair with perfect highlights. She was a beautiful woman with flawless skin. I had not been able to get past her elitist attitude previously but looking at her tonight, I saw a scared gorgeous woman. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I can help tonight."

Becca led me through the formal dining room into a large room that I guess was the den or study or library, I don't know. I just know that there was no room like that in my house. There was a leather sofa facing the fireplace and Becca sat on the couch. I sat down beside her and looked at her face. It was strained and she wouldn't look me in the eye. 

"Becca, what's wrong?"

"Everything. I'm a mess right now."

I saw a tear in her eye. I placed my hand on her leg to try to comfort her. The kimono was obviously silk as it was smooth and soft. She finally made eye contact with me as the tear left her eye and ran down her face.

"Tell me everything that is wrong."

"I don't like to talk about my problems and I don't want to burden you with them."

"What about Stu? Do you share your problems with him?"

"Stu is so busy with his business. I'm the last thing that he is worried about."

"Ok, I can listen. Sit back and tell me what's going on."

Becca wiped her tears on the sleeve of her kimono and sat back against the arm of the couch. She kept one foot on the couch and it was near my leg. The other draped over the front of the couch. She was barefoot and it was only natural for me to now touch her foot as she had scooted back away from me to lean against the couch arm. 

"Stu's business is going under. If he doesn't get a big loan he is probably filing for bankruptcy. He has told me to not spend any money and I am so unhappy."

"Becca, look around you two are very wealthy. It can't be that hard to tighten your belts a little. I'm sure you are only thinking of the worst scenario. Stu is a brilliant guy. He will figure it out. I'm sure you two can cling together and get through this."

"Ted, we are not like you and Heather. We don't talk. I'm just part of the furniture, one of the many fixtures in the house. Stu doesn't love me. He loves to have me around to project the perfect image for his clients. I'm more like a party planner than a wife."

"Maybe a little adversity will bring you closer. You know, maybe Stu will look at what's important in his life and you two can weather the storm together."

I was really starting to understand a bit of why Becca has always come across as such a prissy bitch. She was really all alone and was jealous of her girl friends relationships. It's funny because I have always seen them as so successful. I failed to look at what I take for granted -- a wonderful caring relationship with my wife. 

"Really, don't jump to conclusions about the business. It might turn out fine. I still remember my Mother saying that the happiest time of her life was when they had no money and barely made it through my Dad's career change. They found hope by clinging to each other. Money is not that important for happiness."

"But it is all I've ever known."

I had begun to rub Becca's foot by now and I was surprised at how tough and cracked her heals were. I'm sure that manicures and pedicures were standard practice for this rich lady. How did she let her feet get this bad off. 

"Happiness comes from relationships -- not money."

"Well, what do think about this massage? Are you up for this?"

"You want to know the truth? I'm scared to death. The girls talked me into this saying that I really needed it but I don't know."

"It's up to you. You seemed to have loads of stress and my class taught me how to work that out of your muscles. I will do anything you want. If you want to skip it, you can tell your girlfriends that you did it and I won't tell. I don't want to invade your privacy."

"Oh Ted, It is not that. It's just that I am overwhelmed with my life right now and this is just one more pressure. They say you are very good at this so I don't want you to think that I don't respect your abilities or anything."

"Some people are more private than others and I will understand if you would rather I don't touch you. Sometimes the thought of receiving the massage is very stressful to private people."

"Ted, I have been to many spas before, but those are faceless people providing a service. I am very open with my body but it seems weird to open up to a friend. I have not had an as meaningful conversation with my husband in the last six years as we have had tonight. I feel like you care about me and it's kind of scary to talk to a man this way."

"Becca, I think you need to trust men and I want to be an example of someone you can trust. What do you say we set up for the massage?"

"Ok"

"Great, where should I set up?"

"In the master bedroom at the top of the stairs."

"Can you give me a map of the place so I can locate the bedroom?"

"Quit, it's not that big of a place. I will guide you to the bedroom."

We walked up the huge staircase to the upper floor and turned to the left to the master bedroom. It was huge, lots of room in here to set up. 

"Ok, I will set up right here but I need to get you prepared."

"I'm ready."

"Becca, I don't know how to say this but your feet are a mess. They are dry and cracked. Let me take care of them. Sit down on the bed and give me your feet one at a time so I can start the process to soft feminine feet."

Becca looked surprised but complied by sitting on the edge of the bed. The bed was a four poster mahogany bed that was covered by a canopy of white linen. The bedspread was beautiful with purple and yellow flowers. It sat very high. In fact Becca had to jump to get into the bed. I found a stool designed to help get into the bed and sat on it at Becca's feet. I pulled the Ped Egg out of my gym bag and started shaving the loose skin off of her feet. Her legs were creamy white and freshly shaved. Her skin lacked softness and would have to be moisturized. We chatted during this process.

"How about your girlfriends; are they a bright spot in your life?"

"Oh yes, they keep me sane. I just get lonely during the day as they all work and I just sit in this big house."

"Maybe you should get out and do something. Maybe volunteer or get a part-time job. You are very smart and a good fashion sense; maybe something in retail or designing. Have you thought about going back to school?"

"I love design work but I quit school to get married. I always wanted to make that my career but Stu thought it was silly."

"Your house is beautifully designed and you always look perfectly put together. I couldn't tell you the difference in Dolce & Gabana and Douney and Bourke but I do know a good looking woman when I see one and you are always turning heads. Give me your other foot."

"Thanks Ted, you are so nice and such a good liar."

"I always tell the truth, other than these nasty feet, you are a gorgeous young woman."




Social Networking Ch. 03



As I sipped my second beer, I was torn between excitement, pride and guilt. I had just rubbed my finger the full length of my wife's friend's pussy but I had avoided any other sexual contact. I was proud that I avoided stripping Becca's clothes completely off as I am sure it would have led to me cheating on my wife. I was rationalizing that she removed her pants on her own and she wanted to me to touch her pussy. At least she didn't care that I looked at her beautiful blond pussy. 

The last gulp of my beer was followed by the biggest smile as I thought about Becca's leg draped over the side of the table and her pussy spread for my viewing pleasure. Just the thought of running my finger up the super wet valley between her legs made me want to pinch myself to see if I really experience it or was just fantasizing. 

Well, it was after 11 now, I'm sure Heather is asleep by now. I didn't want to talk to her until I read Facebook comments tomorrow. I drove home with a constant boner and slipped into bed without Heather stirring a bit. 

At lunch time, I checked the site. Becca was gushing about how wonderful the massage was. She said.

"It was much more than a massage; it was a therapy session." 

"His gentle hands were only surpassed by his gentle spirit"

The girls were sending in comments encouraging Becca to move forward in her life, to trust men and to be happy with what she does have and not focus on what she is losing. Heathers comments were distinctly different in that they were designed to dig for details about the massage. She obviously wanted to know where I touched and how did it make her feel. 

Becca was very stingy with details about the massage. She did share that I transformed her feet from sandpaper to softness. Much to my delight she omitted the details about her pussy being exposed and touched. Of course, I still worried about Heather talking to Becca on the phone as I was sure she would be pumping her for information. The talk on the site was only about Becca. I was anxiously trying to speculate who would be my next participant but there was no hint yet as to who would step forward. 

When I walked in the house from work, Heather had just about finished cooking dinner and met me with a big kiss.

"How was your day?"

"Oh, about the same; Customers are pretty much assholes and I have to act like they aren't. How about you?"

"We got out of work an hour early because there was a bomb scare in the building and by the time they would sweep the building it wouldn't be worth going back in. It was on the news and everything. "

I looked in the oven and spied a roast, baked potatoes and fresh bread cooking. "Wow, a real meal; what's got into you?"

"It's amazing what an extra hour can do when you are preparing a meal. We wouldn't be finished with dinner until 8 o'clock if I got home at the regular time."

"Great, I want to watch the game that comes on at 6."

I went upstairs and changed clothes. As I did, I thought about the fact that Heather had not mentioned the massage of Becca. Maybe she forgot and her fascination with this is coming to an end. I did not look forward to telling her the full truth. However, I loved my wife and really hated to lie to her. Of course, I am a guy and telling my wife anything that would get me in trouble was definitely a dilemma in my mind.

Dinner was great and I told her so. I helped with the dishes and after the kitchen was clean I moved into the living room and turned on the TV. Heather fiddled around downstairs for awhile and at halftime she told me she was going up for her bath. This seemed rather early for her to be headed to the bath but I didn't think much of it. 

The game was a blowout and when the scrubs came in I figured it was time to shut it off. I went upstairs, anxious to see what Heather was going to do. 

Heather was already in bed but she was curled up on top of the bedspread. She had already had her bath and was wearing a light blue one piece night gown. It came down just slightly below her ass cheeks but the way she was laying now exposed about half of those ass cheeks to my view. I did not recognize this piece of lingerie. Immediately, I realized that I was in for some major questioning. It is not normal for my wife to be sporting a new short silky night gown on a work night. Something was up.

I quickly moved to the shower to clean up and get my story straight. As the water sprayed down I relived the entire evening with Becca. I kept telling myself to hold back information until I knew what Heather knew. As I toweled off, I realized that I forgot my sleep pants in my haste to get into the shower. As I walked out of the bathroom, Heather turned and watched me. I then heard a whistle from her as I walked to the chair that my sleep pants were draped over. I covered my crotch in embarrassment as I grabbed the pants.

"You don't need those handsome."

"Why don't I need my pants?"

"I like an all natural man to talk to at night."

I hesitantly walked to the bed and sat on the side. I gave her a quizzical look.

"What are you up to?"

Heather lay on her stomach with her head propped up on both hands. She was looking at me with those big brown eyes. Her cleavage was showing below the lace of the night gown.

"Um, I don't know, I thought we might talk about your massage of Becca last night."

"I'm beginning to worry about you and your fascination with these massages."

"I'm just interested in my best friends. I want them to be happy."

I crawled up next to Heather and said "Ok, what do you want to know?"

"Tell me the whole story from the time you walked in until you walked out."

"Well, I walked in said hello, massaged her and then I left."

"I was thinking there would be a lot more detail."

She said with a bit of a smile.

"Ok, she didn't seem too happy when I arrived. She was stressed out about the massage and about Stu's business failing. I guess you knew about that?"

Heather was now running her hand up and down my thigh making it hard to concentrate on my story. 

"I assured her that the massage would be relaxing but I would be glad to not do it if she was uncomfortable. I had always pictured her as such a prissy bitch that I didn't really know what to think of her crying and being so upset. I found out she really wasn't so stuck up as I talked with her. I really thought she and Stu were so successful but after talking with Becca I came to the conclusion that she really is so unhappy with her life. All that money can't make you happy. I really felt good about our relationship while I was talking with her. She apparently can't talk with her husband. We always talk and we enjoy each others company."

Heather was now squeezing my balls and had moved her head next to my stomach and was putting her lips on my side. She looked up and said.

"Ted, our marriage is strong and we can talk about anything. There are no secrets in our relationship. I trust you and you trust me."

"Well, she shared her feelings with me about being scared about the future and about how it was hard to trust men. I really started to see a different side to Becca. She was not as icy as I had pegged her. I thank you for telling me to look for the real Becca. She seemed so scared and we talked for a long time. I tried to reassure her that things were not so bad and that money did not bring happiness."

Heather was now stoking my cock very softly and driving me crazy. Her lips had moved down a bit toward my cock but she was still kissing on my leg as she ran her finger with a feather touch on the underside of my cock. She was hitting the sensitive spot that really excited me. I was trying to concentrate on my story but was having an increasingly hard time actually speaking words. 

"Well, she finally agreed to the massage and we went upstairs into the master bedroom. Her house is fabulous and the bedroom is easily twice the size of ours. I told her that her feet were a mess and I worked on them for at least 25 minutes trying to get them soft."

Heather looked up from my crotch where her face currently was and said.

"She told me you did wonders for her feet"

Heather then looked down and started to lick the underside of my cock. Her soft touch was amazing. After a few strokes of her tongue, she said without looking up.

"Tell me about the massage."

"I started on her feet to get the final step on the softening of them and she really seemed to love the attention to her feet."

Heather now had my cock in her mouth and was ever so slowly moving her head up and down taking the full length of my rock hard dick in her mouth. 

"She was wearing pink silk matching pants and camisole and I started rubbing up her legs. I was careful not to get the oil on her pants."

I paused for a moment, partly because I didn't know what to divulge but mostly because Heather was now circling my cock with her tongue and moving a little faster up and down with her head. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and said urgently.

"Don't stop...didn't you go any higher up her legs?"

Heather popped my dick back in her mouth and I couldn't tell a lie to this beautiful creature that was giving me the best blow job I had ever received.

"Well, yeah she asked about why I didn't go any higher and I told her that I didn't want to mess up her expensive pants. You won't believe what she did next."

Heather looked up at me and was still licking my dick when I said.

"She just pulled them off. I didn't ask her to. I was so surprised. I didn't know what to do. I just started massaging her leg some more."

"You saw her coochie?"

Heather was now squeezing the base of my cock and I very much understood that I was in a very compromising position at the very worst time of my story. Heather's lower body had made its way on top of my leg and I noticed an up and down motion to her butt. She was rubbing her pussy on my leg.

"Yeah, a little, I really didn't look too much. I just couldn't avoid it. I was massaging her legs and it was right there in between."

I thought she was going to squeeze my dick to death until she said.

"Did you touch it?"

Heather returned my cock to her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down awaiting my response.

"I did put some massage oil near her pussy and had to rub it in a little. I just touched the outside. I never put a finger inside. I just rubbed the oil in that was running down her inner leg. "

I hesitated a second to see her response. Heather was really sucking my dick with a vengeance now. All o f a sudden she pulled my dick out of her mouth and got up on top of me. She slammed my cock into her sopping wet pussy and pinned my arms down. Her face was directly over my face and she had this crazed look in her eye. I was scared to death as she said.

"You have been a very bad boy and you must be punished. I am going to fuck your brains out mister."

Heather dug her head into my neck and started kissing and biting my neck. At the same time she started pumping up and down on my dick. I started to reach my hand out to grab her and she forced my arm back down.

"You shouldn't be touching other girl's pussies."

I had never heard my wife say pussy. I didn't even know she knew the word. Heather was a changed woman and currently a crazy woman fucking me like never before. 

With that she thrust several times on my dick and collapsed on top of me. She lay there for just a few seconds to catch her breath and then she pushed me with both hands on the shoulders and rolled over on her back. 

She was obviously pissed but she was very excited. 

"Heather" I said as I rolled on my side

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm sorry; she surprised me by pulling off her pants. I wasn't prepared for that. I lost control for just a few seconds and then I stopped. I swear I didn't do anything else. I even told her to leave her top on when she tried to remove it."

"She tried to show you her tits too...what a slut!"

"No, she is not a slut. I think she was very vulnerable last night. Her whole world was crashing down on her. I think she felt that I was like every other guy in her past that was going to take advantage of her. I did get a little carried away in her mid section but I was completely professional otherwise. Do you forgive me?"

"I don't know what I am feeling anymore. I'm pissed at Becca. I'm pissed at you. I am excited more than I ever remember. I am so confused."

"I will stop. I will only give you massages. That is all I ever wanted to do. I love you and I don't want to you to be mad at me."

"You're just like any guy. If you see something you have to touch it."

"Don't be mad at Becca. I think she was used to professional massages where you seldom wear clothes. She is rich. I'm sure she has had plenty of massages at the spa. She really seemed so sad with her situation I think she needs a friend now more than ever." 

"You are so sensitive. It is hard to be mad at you for long. What did you do to her feet? She would not shut up about the miracles you performed on her feet?"

"I just do what you do. Ped Egg, sugar scrub and the acid wash."

There was a moment of silence and then I broke it by saying

"Why do you think you get so excited hearing about my massages?"

Heather jumped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. She muttered as she went away.

"I don't know. I really don't know."

The next day was pretty normal, in fact, a couple of weeks went by and there was no talk of massages. I figured my little lie had played itself out. The gig was up. I guessed I had gone too far and freaked Heather out. She didn't seem angry with me but she never mentioned it again after that night. As a guy, being in a constant state of confusion about your wife is not unusual. 

Talk about the massages had also died down on the Facebook site. It was mainly filled with the boring stuff. I had just about figured my career as a masseuse was over when Heather brought it up over dinner.

"I might have another candidate for your massage services."

"Let me guess; some fat guy with back hair?"

"Ew, that's gross. No, my girlfriend Beth."

"Who? I never heard of her. Where do you know her from?"

"I work with her. You remember she was playing volleyball at the company picnic. She was on our team."

"Nope, doesn't ring a bell."

"She is petite, very quiet and wears those dark glasses."

"Oh, the one who kept jumping out of the way when the ball came close to her? She cost us the game."

"Really, Ted, it was just a friendly game."

"Did you see the prize for the winning team? They won these huge coolers. I needed one that size."

"Boys are so competitive."

"What does she do at your work?"

"She is in charge of the library for the law office. Some times she does research for one of the partners."

"Why does she need a massage?"

"She is so in her own shell. She is afraid to really live life. I have gotten to know her recently and I feel sorry for her. You are so sensitive. I think you can give her some confidence and some positive energy toward men."

"Isn't that what husbands are for?"

"Her husband is an over the road trucker and a jerk. He keeps complete control of her. He has to know everything she does and who she talks to. She is afraid to do anything out of fear of him. I think she ought to leave him before they have children and are stuck with each other. "

"Why are you meddling? She's a big girl. She can figure it out."

"Ted, you don't understand. She thinks all men are jerks. She is afraid of talking to men at work. She will never leave this jerk until she can trust a man. She has no hope."

"Sounds like she needs a therapist, not a massage."

"Her husband controls all the money and keeps tabs on her every move. A therapist would not do what you can do. You are a sensitive man, a trust worthy man, someone who she could see as an example of a good man that is out there for her. She lacks any confidence. She feels she is plain and not very talkative. She has trouble in conversation. I think that she would come out of her shell if she had some excitement in her life. If she felt desirable to the opposite sex and felt confident to connect with men in her life she would soon realize what there is out there for her. She really is a pretty girl but when I tell her that she doesn't believe me. If you gave her a massage and told her how beautiful she is, she may start to believe it."

"It sounds pretty dangerous to me. I don't want to run into a crazed trucker."

"Ted, she cries every day when we talk. She needs to get out of this marriage and she needs confidence to move forward. Besides, I have a plan to get her out of the house and be completely safe from her husband for a night. " 

"Are you sure you are ready for this? You were pretty upset with me when I told you the story about Becca's massage."

"I really thought that through over the last couple of weeks. I feel like I have really come to terms with my feelings about this. I was uncomfortable with myself at first but I really feel like that I have accepted who I am. I am not embarrassed about my needs and desires anymore."

"You know I love you and will do whatever you are comfortable with. OK, tell me about this little plan."

"Beth's husband is on the road until the weekend. Wednesday is Beth's Bunco night. It is the only time she is allowed out of the house by her husband. I am going to sub for her at Bunco and she will come here for her massage and confidence boosting session. "

"Here? Where will I set up here? I don't want any other woman in our bed."

"I've got it all figured out. You can move the treadmill out of the guest room and there will be room in there after we move the bed against the wall. "

The guest room is small but I bet my massage table could fit if we moved the bed. The room just has a twin bed, a night stand, a small dresser and a corner shelf with some knick-knacks on it. I guess it will work. I don't know if I am ready for this therapy session. I have only met Beth that one time and can barely remember what she looks like. It's not like my wife's friends who I have known for many years. Beth is practically a stranger and she will not post on Facebook. I will never know what she thinks of the night unless she shares with Heather. As I have seen, what a woman thinks and what she shares with her friends is completely different. 

When I arrived home on Wednesday, Heather had already prepared the guest room. The bed was moved against the wall and my massage table was set up on the right side of the room. Heather had dimmed the lights and lit two candles to cover the musty smell in this room that we never use. She had also turned on a portable heater in the corner of the room to warm up the room. I have to say she did a wonderful job. The over head light was dimmed only slightly but the table lamp had been covered with a red cloth that gave the whole room an inviting glow. Heather had started a CD on a portable player on the bed. It was relaxing nature sounds with birds chirping and water running. I'm sure it would be relaxing to listen to. The room looked sexy. I hoped Beth would be comfortable.

"Didn't I do a great job setting up the room? I think it looks just perfect." Heather said as we met in the hall.

"I don't know, I think it may be a little too bright for her to totally relax."

"Ted, do not change a thing. Trust me, it's perfect."

I was changing my clothes when I heard the door bell. I immediately started getting anxious. My hand was shaking. I thought I had this down pat but it was so different with a stranger. I was nervous but I decided that she must be more nervous. I must come across as in control and confident. I walked downstairs as Heather was getting directions to the Bunco party from Beth. I stood for a short time at the bottom of the stairs as they exchanged information. Finally, Heather noticed me standing there and said to Beth.




Social Networking Ch. 04



It was early for a Saturday morning, probably around 7 am when I awoke from a dead sleep and was unable to go back asleep. Heather was sleeping soundly to my right with her back to me. I stroked her soft hair as she slept. My mind was racing. 

What had I done to my sweet wife? My plan to fake sensual massage training to make love to Heather more often had transformed into me touching her friends in very inappropriate ways. I didn't feel like I had cheated on Heather but I sure felt guilty. I had touched Marie, Becca and Beth in areas that most wives would definitely be concerned about but my wife was frigging her pussy watching a video of my latest exploits. I loved Heather very much and was excited about her new sexual awareness but I was afraid that it would get out of hand.

I was lying in bed trying to convince myself to stop the massage charade and come clean to Heather. This could only get worse. Sooner or later I would go too far and ruin our loving relationship. Logic told me that the only course was to stop immediately. However, what was concerning me was that Heather seemed more alive sexually than ever before. That was my goal when I told her the lie of my massage training. 

My mind wandered to reliving all of my massage moments. The firmness of Marie's big tits, the sight of Becca's blond pussy as she opened up her legs for me to see and Beth's puffy nipples that grew with every rub. My dick was quickly getting hard as these sexual images tormented me. My God, it was exciting to touch other women. My beautiful wife was cheering me on and providing a steady stream of gorgeous young women for my pleasure. I do believe that all of my massage partners were helped by me. I had always been very good at listening to women and giving advice. Before I met Heather, I had more friends that were girls than guys. Women found me safe and comforting. 

My deep thoughts were interrupted by Heather rolling over and placing her left leg over mine. It was her favorite position. I often told her 

"No sandwiches!"

As she piled her leg on top of mine like two pieces of bread, she was not awake so I started lightly stroking her inner thigh. She was wearing just a t-shirt that barely came to the bottom of her ass. I continued higher and higher trying to get as close to her pussy without touching it as that would surely wake her. She loved to sleep in on Saturday and I didn't want to be the one that woke the hibernating bear. It would not be pretty. 

Heather was a beauty and I loved her more than I thought was possible. I loved everything about her. We connected on every level, mentally, spiritually and now we were definitely connecting physically. I had convinced myself that the massages of Heather's friends had to stop. My massages had done exactly as I had planned and I was content to just touch my wonderful wife from now on.

As Heather turned on her tummy, I slipped out of bed and quietly left the bedroom. I went downstairs and read the paper with a cup of coffee while Heather got her beauty sleep. I set the table for breakfast and even found a blooming pink rose in the garden that I cut and placed on the table. 

Eventually, I heard some footsteps upstairs so I started breakfast. It really worked out great as Heather walked in the kitchen; I was just taking the eggs and bacon off of the stove.

"Good morning sleepy head. How is the love of my life doing this morning?"

Heather just looked at me longingly and said.

"Coffee"

I poured her a cup and she sipped it slowly.

"I have never slept so well in my life."

"I guess you had a big day yesterday. What wore you out so much?"

I was thinking about her rubbing her pussy until she had a huge orgasm -- maybe that was it. In fact, I guess she was thinking about that too as she said.

"You are such a wonderful person taking care of Beth. I am so sure she had a wonderful time and really felt so much like a woman. You have such a way with women. I can't wait to talk with her on Monday. And now a wonderful breakfast just for me."

We had not talked at all about Beth. I didn't want to bring it up as I knew exactly how she knew about what Beth was feeling. She had seen it all on tape. I decided to just take the compliments and not cloud the issue with details.

"Hey...what does a wonderful breakfast buy me in bed tonight?"

"An extra pillow."

"I was thinking about some kind of service."

"I will change the channels on the TV for you while we watch a Lifetime movie."

"You are not getting it and you are starting to piss me off."

"I know exactly what you are talking about. You are so predictable."

Heather came over and kissed me on the neck and said.

"I'll see what I can do for my Masseur."

Heather and I had a wonderful day. It rained most of the afternoon so I got out of cutting the grass. We went to the mall and browsed the shops. After lunch at the food court, Heather remembered she had a coupon for a free panty at Victoria's Secret. Heather was always pretty conservative in her selections of lingerie. Today was much different. She picked out a lacey thong for her free underwear but did not stop there. She browsed in the sexy lingerie and selected several camisoles, tanks and even a garter belt. 

She headed to the dressing room and asked me to come along. I stood outside the dressing room pretending not to look out of place. It was always odd when your wife left you at Victoria's Secret. It was hard not to look like a pervert looking at the panties. Of course, I had to avoid any one of the salesclerks asking me if I needed help.

I started looking at the pictures of beautiful women in their underwear on the wall when a young salesclerk approached me. She was a tall blond with a good figure. Her hair was pulled back which showed off her beautiful face. She was wearing all black, as all the salesclerks do. Oh no, here we go, I'm sure she is going to ask me if I need any help.

"Excuse me sir, your wife has requested that you come into the dressing room to help her decide on her purchases."

"Is that allowed?"

"Usually not, but we really have no one in the dressing room or the store for that matter. I'm sure it will be OK."

This young college coed escorted me to the dressing room and knocked on the dressing room door.

"Heather, I've brought your husband."

Heather opened the door right up and stood in the doorway completely naked except for a black lace thong.

"Thanks Sara"

Heather said as she pulled me into the dressing room with her.

"You let me know if I can get you another size or color. I will be right outside."

I put my arm around my wife as she shut the door. I whispered in her ear.

"What are you doing?"

"Just trying to be sexy; is it working?"

"That girl just saw your boobs."

"It's OK; she was just measuring them a few minutes ago. She had really soft hands."

"What has gotten into you?"

"I just feel more excited than I have in years. You are a handsome sexy man and I want to please you like you have pleased my friends. "

Heather proceeded to change into the leopard skin camisole with orange trim and the matching panties with the garter belt.

"Oops these are a little loose on me."

Heather said as she removed the panties and said.

"Sara, do you have these in one size smaller?"

As she said this she opened the door and stood facing Sara. Heather's bald pussy was certainly visible to Sara as she took a good long look.

"Oh, that looks great on you. I'll be right back with a new pair."

As Sara walked away, I closed the door and said.

"You are standing almost completely naked showing that girl everything you have."

"I think she has seen a pussy before."

"Oh my God, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

Stunned, I sat down in the corner of the dressing room and watched my wife. Sara returned and said.

"Here you go Heather. I brought several styles so we can see what looks best on you."

I about pissed my pants as I watched Sara get on her knees and hold out the panties for Heather to stick her legs through and then pulled them up my wife's legs. She adjusted the front and the back of the panties, touching my wife's skin as she commented. 

"I think these fit great. They cover up just enough and they really show off your beautiful butt."

Heather twirled and pulled on each piece of the outfit, admiring herself in the mirror.

"Here let's try these. They have a bit more coverage."

Sara pulled my wife's panties down and replaced them with another pair. 

'I like these, but I think you looked a little better in the first pair."

Again Sara removed the panties and put the first pair back on. I noticed that she was pulling them up very high on Heather. The front of the panty was disappearing into her pussy. Heather's swollen pussy lips were surrounding the thin material. Sara then grabbed the front seams of the panty and placed her index fingers directly on my wife's pussy lips. She adjusted the material and then ran a finger right up Heather's slit. Heather slumped over and placed her hands on Sara's shoulders. I think this had a huge effect on Heather and she was weak in the knees.

Sara stood up and said.

"You are about the sexiest thing I have ever seen. You have to get that outfit."

Heather hugged Sara and I noticed that Sara was touching both of my wife's butt cheeks during the embrace.

"Thank you so much for your help. I'm sure my husband really enjoyed this shopping trip."

"OK, you go sit in the mall and recover while I change and make my purchases."

I stood, glassy eyed and received a kiss from Heather. I walked aimlessly out into the mall and found a seat. I can't believe what I just witnessed. Damn, I married a sexy woman.

Heather soon joined me as she left the store with several pink bags. We walked around the mall for another hour or so but to be honest with you I could not remember where we went. Mentally, I was still in the dressing room with Sara and Heather. It was so out of character for Heather to be so outgoing sexually. 

As we got into the car, she looked at me and said.

"You have been so quiet. I guess I totally freaked you out in the dressing room huh?"

"No...Yeah...I don't know. I wasn't expecting anything like that. Wow!" I said, not making a bit of sense.

Heather laughed "I have never seen you speechless, unable to get out a rational thought."

"No it was great...fantastic...uh confusing, I don't know."

Heather showed a big smile and said.

"I'll just let you recover awhile and we can talk later."

When dinner time came around, we just decided to microwave a few dinners and eat quickly. As we sat at the dinner table, I asked Heather.

"What has got into you? You are a changed woman, a sexy woman. I love it."

Heather began to twirl her finger in her hair. That was a sure sign that she was embarrassed to be saying what she was about to say.

"I have a heightened sense of excitement lately. I guess the massages that you gave me in the last several weeks have touched a nerve or switched something in my brain. I can't think about anything but sex."

"Are you sure that you are excited about my massages of you? You seem to be particularly enjoying my massages of your friends. "

"I don't know if I really know what's going on in my head about you touching my friends but I do know I am extremely excited lately. I guess it's not a coincidence that when you told stories to me I got really excited."

"Is it just the stories or do you like seeing me touch your friends?"

"I never was there...I never saw you touch Marie or Becca or ...Beth."

"Heather, I know you were not there but I think you may have seen some things."

"What, I just listened to your stories and talked to my friends. I never saw anything."

"Honey, I know about the video."

There was a long silence. Heather looked away from me and would not make eye contact. I could see the tears streaming down her face. I stood up and knelt in front of her chair.

"I don't care about the video. I only care about you. Actually, I'm relieved to bring it out in the open. At first it really freaked me out but I think I understand a little since I have had some time to think it over. Heather look at me."

I grabbed her face and faced it towards me.

"I can tell that you really care about your friends and you care about me. I guess it is very unselfish of you to share me with your best friends. I think every one of them has been helped by me. At first, I felt guilty to touch another woman but I have come to believe that they really needed my help. The feeling that I came away with is much different than I expected. I feel good about myself. I feel that all of your friends feel better about themselves after my massage sessions."

Still crying, Heather replied.

"But, I think you are disappointed in me. I have done a very bad thing."

"Heather, who was hurt by you recording the video?"

"I don't know."

"No one was hurt. Beth is a much more confident woman and you are a much sexier woman."

"But it feels wrong. I shouldn't have these feelings."

"The feelings are natural. They are your true feelings. They can't be wrong. Why do you think that you are excited when I touch your friend?"

"You were so gentle and comforting to Beth. She was a scared girl before your session. Afterwards, she felt good about her body and more confident to tackle her problems with her husband. And she was beautiful and very excited. Somehow, I got excited watching you with her; just like I got excited when you saw Becca's pussy. I don't understand it but I do feel it. I love you and you are the love of my life. My friends need a man like you."

I stood up and pulled Heather to her feet, hugged her for a long time and walked her to the bedroom. As we sat on the bed, she laid her head on my shoulder and held me tight. Finally, she spoke up.

"I'll destroy the video."

"No let's watch the video."

"No, it's not right."

"How else can we figure out your feelings? We can do this together. It's the only way we can move forward. I can tell you what I was thinking and you can tell me what you were thinking."

"I don't know. It's so strange to talk about. I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid. We know that we love each other and this will help us get closer."

I looked Heather directly in the eye and said.

"No secrets?"

Heather sheepishly replied.

"No secrets."

"Now go and get your bath and I will set up the video. By the way, where did you hide it?'

Heather went and retrieved the video from her underwear drawer and handed it to me. As she walked to the bathroom I started to feel guilty about the "no secrets" line. I guess I am too far into this to turn back now. 

I turned down the lights, lit some candles and but in the tape. I tried to prepare myself for the replay of the video by thinking about what I was thinking during the massage. Heather soon emerged from the bathroom and joined me on the bed. We lay together facing the television, me behind her with my left arm over her hip.

"Are you ready for this?"

"I think so."

I turned on the tape and the first several minutes showed the empty bed with the nature sounds in the background. I spoke up before fast-forwarding the tape.

"I really learned a lot about Beth during this time. She was so shy and reserved but I could tell that she really wanted to be massaged. I really felt bad about how her husband treated her. I could tell that she lacked any confidence. She seemed surprised that I would find her attractive. I mentioned that you could help her with her makeup. We even spent some time in front of the mirror just looking at her body and me complimenting her on her pretty features."

"How did you know that she wanted to go through with it?"

"I could see it in her eyes. She looked really scared but I sensed a determination in her that she was not going to waste her one night out. She was ready for an adventure. I did give her an opportunity to chicken out and I almost thought that she was going to take it. I was scared too. Every time, I have been afraid that I was going to do something to dishonor you."

I fast-forwarded the tape to the point that we came into the room. Heather spoke up first.

"Look at her she is so scared."

"My hands were shaking when I first touched her."

"Wow she is really getting into the foot massage. You are so good at that."

I was now slowly running my hand up and down Heather's side from just under her left breast all the way down to her knee. This had the effect of pushing her night shirt up substantially. She smelled wonderful from her bath and I was soon sporting an erection. 

"Do you think I was wrong to massage her chest?"

"No that is the most unbelievable part of the video. Look, she is so self-conscious about her breasts that she doesn't want you to see them. But this is really what excited me. You are so gentle with your voice and how you praised her that she was willing to open up and feel good about herself."

I had now begun to cup Heather's breast and squeeze on the nipple. My hand drifted down as she moved her left leg back to allow me access to her pussy. Her pussy was very wet and my finger moved easily up and down her slit. I settled on her clit and moved my finger in a circular motion.

"Oh look in her eyes she is getting so excited. Her breasts are beautiful and look at those nipples grow. Look her hand is going between her legs."

I hadn't noticed that during the massage. I now had two fingers in Heather's pussy and she was breathing very fast. Beth was coming up to her orgasm and Heather was watching intently. As Beth finally completed her orgasm, Heather rolled back toward me and quickly stuck her tongue in my mouth. My hand continued to rub her pussy and she started pulling at my boxers.

"Fuck me!"

I rolled over and stood at the end of the bed. I pulled my boxers off and sat Heather up so I could remove her night shirt. I pulled her to the end of the bed and pulled her legs apart. Her clit was swollen and her pussy was soaked. I had no trouble getting hard with my gorgeous wife laid out in front of me. I grabbed her legs and rammed my dick in all the way. Heathers hands grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me forward. I pulled my dick out and rubbed the tip on her engorged clit and she started thrashing about. I put her ankles over my shoulder and pumped feverously. I could feel her fingernails digging into my ass but that just made me pump harder. My hands were pinching her nipples and both of us were struggling to breathe. I moved my left hand down and started massaging her clit. Heather's leg fell loose at my side as I shot my load deep into her. Her orgasm came just a few seconds later as she grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her pussy. 

I collapsed on top of her and soon pulled my shrinking dick out of her. As I stood back up and walked away to grab a towel, Heather spoke up.

"Oh, I have hurt you."

"What?"

"Look at your butt cheeks."

I checked them out in the mirror and was surprised to see several scratch marks and a little bit of blood. I returned with a towel and bent over to kiss her.

"I am so sorry. I got a little out of control there."

"I like it when you get out of control. I love the woman you have become."

We both slept like babies that night. I however, slept on my stomach as my butt was a little sore. I'm not sure if I figured out Heather's feelings completely but I do know that seeing me with another woman makes her very intense sexually.

A week later, Heather met me at the door.

"I have another massage client for you."

"I thought we were going to cool it for awhile so we could figure everything out?"

"This is an emergency. I need you to heal someone."

"Let me guess; a broken, battered woman with an uncaring husband who doesn't understand her?"




Social Networking Ch. 04



"Ha. No a totally together women with a loving husband who has pulled a muscle in her leg just one week before the half marathon that she has waited all year to run."

"Well, I only know one of your friends that is a runner. It must be Chelsea?"

"Yes, she was bumping up her training distance when she apparently pulled a muscle in her upper leg. She says it is very painful and it really hampers her running. I told her that you could make her all better by a week from Saturday. "

Chelsea was Heather's hottest friend. She was originally from Australia and spoke with that cute accent. I loved to hear her speak. She was intelligent which was so sexy. I always found an excuse to talk with her just to hear her talk. I constantly flirted with her over the years but she never seemed to notice. She seemed to have a great relationship with Travis her husband. They never could keep their hands off of each other. She looked like a runner. She was of average height with short blonde hair and a toned body. There has been many a night that I fantasized about touching her tight body. Of course, it was just a fantasy. I never dreamed that I would get the chance.

At this time, I was weighing the possibility of massaging my fantasy girl with the thought that I was afraid to go down that road again considering how Heather had reacted lately. 

"Maybe that's not such a good idea. I only was trained in sensual massage. I know very little about sports injuries."

"C'mon, she has tried to get in with a physical therapist but they are all booked with the big race coming up. She has trained for a year to finish this race. It is a very big deal. She said for me to beg you. She even said if you would do it, Travis would come over and help you cut down that tree behind the garage. She is desperate."

"I don't know. I thought we needed a cooling off period for you. It has been so intense lately."

"This is a simple massage, no touching her pussy or her boobs, just work out the pain from her pulled muscle. Really, I'm not horny at all thinking about it. I'll invite them both over for dinner on Sunday and you can massage her leg after dinner. I will make Travis help with dishes."

"Ok, it sounds pretty tame. Make sure you tell Chelsea that I am not a trained physical therapist. I don't want to make it worse. I will read up on sports injuries before Sunday and try to do a good job. I do know this. She should rest her legs as much as possible and alternate heat and ice on the sore leg as often as she can. No training this week."

"She will be so relieved. She was sure you would not do it. She was actually crying on the phone today with me at lunch. You are such a sweetie."

I actually was relieved. This sounded very non-sexual. Chelsea was not a needy woman. I really believed she had it all together. Even though I was totally hot for her, this would be very easy to control myself. Heck, her husband would be in the house. Don't get me wrong; I was still plenty excited to touch this hot little Aussie but I would be a total professional. 

Sunday was a chilly day and we decided to serve hot soup and have sandwiches. Heather makes a mean potato bacon chowder and it was the perfect day for that type of meal. Chelsea and Travis arrived about five and we made small talk before dinner. Chelsea volunteered to help Heather make the sandwiches so Travis and I made our way out to the back yard to check out the maple tree that needed to be cut down.

"I can't believe that you volunteered to help me cut down this tree. I have been putting it off for two years."

"I have a new chain saw that I have been dying to try out and you are really helping Chelsea out if you can get her leg in shape before Saturday. You have no idea how important this race is to her. She is afraid she is going to get old and this race proves to her that she has still got it. If she finishes this race we will both be so proud of her. She has only been running for a year and six months and this is her dream distance. She has no desire to run a marathon. She has said many times to me. If I can run 13.1 miles and not collapse I will be happy forever."

"I sure hope I can help her. Is her leg any better after resting for several days?"

"Yeah, but it is still very tight. I think it needs some stretching and the massage should loosen the muscles. But I'm sure you know all about that. You are the Masseur."

"You know Travis that I am not trained for sports injuries. I just took an 8 week class, I'm no physical therapist."

"Chelsea tells me that you come highly recommended. I will be happy for whatever you can do. She has to finish that race. It is so important to her."

"I will do whatever I can."

Dinner was great. We talked about Chelsea and the importance of the race and how she would do anything to get better. As soon as we finished supper, I said.

"Well, it looks like Chelsea and I get out of doing dishes. We have a runner to fix up."

We walked upstairs to the spare bedroom. I had set up the massage table as before but this time I had a heating pad heating up beside the table. Chelsea had worn a sweat suit but when we got upstairs she shed the jacket and pants. She was wearing her running gear. She had blue nylon running shorts and a yellow singlet on and looked like quite the runner. I asked her to get on the table on her tummy and as she did I placed the heating pad on her left upper leg where she had describe her pulled muscle was. 

"Where exactly is the pain?"

"Up a little higher. There that's it."

I had placed the heating pad just under the hem of her running shorts. The shorts were quite short so the heating pad was just up to where her butt cheek met her leg. I wrapped the pad around her leg to the left and in between her legs on the right.

"I have done a little reading on how physical therapists would handle this injury. They have those big heavy pads that are heated and they lay them on the spot for ten minutes or so. I don't have those kinds of pads so we are going to have to heat the muscle the old fashioned way."

I grabbed her leg on both sides and held the pad close to her skin to keep the heat intensely on the sore spot. 

"Let me know if it gets too hot."

"OK"

As I held the heating pad in place I made conversation.

"So Chelsea, how did you injure the leg?"

"I was so crazy, I was trying to run 10 miles last Tuesday and I didn't properly stretch before the run. I had worked all day and I was trying to get the run in before it got dark. At about five miles I felt a slight pain. I kept pushing myself and it wasn't two blocks later that I felt something pull in my thigh. It hurt so badly; so I started walking. I barely made it back to my car. I was truly a sight. I was limping down the road like a kangaroo and crying like a wee little tot."

Chelsea's Australian accent was just the cutest thing. I felt like I was talking to Olivia Newton --John in Grease.

"It's always the way. As soon as you get close to the race everybody tries to push it so they are confident that they can finish. I believe in really taking it easy before you run a long way so your body can handle the stress on the big day. I guess you have no choice but to do that now."

"All the girls really are complimentary of your massage skills. I really hope you can help me. You know my bum is about on fire now."

"I love to hear you talk. I think we have enough heat on the muscle now."

I moved the heating pad away and her skin was pretty red. I started to rub both of my hands up Chelsea's leg so my fingers went just slightly under the hem of her shorts. 

"Am I hitting the spot? How high does the pain go?"

"It really goes right to the bottom of my bum but it goes down my leg a bit, to slightly above my knee."

I adjusted my massage to match the area she described.

"Yes, that is just right. Just a little more pressure please."

I increased the pressure and started the semi-circular motion that I had used on my wife's other friends. 

"Is there any pain? I don't want to do any damage."

"No, it feels wonderful. I can see why you come highly recommended. "

I continued on this same leg for several minutes. It was hard to keep the pressure on constantly so I sometimes rested by rubbing both upper legs with a softer stroke. Occasionally, I would touch the bottom of her ass cheeks but that was the extent of my straying strokes. I could see the bottom of her butt cheeks. No panties were visible but I guessed that she was wearing a thong. Conversation died down and Chelsea seemed to become very relaxed. 

"Are you falling asleep up there?"

"Just about. You are very good at this. I think I may want the full treatment next time. I hear you give a wonderful foot massage."

What is she talking about "next time"? I thought that this was a one time thing. This is supposed to be totally safe and professional. 

"Heather is a blabber mouth about the foot massages."

"I think Heather is not the only one. I heard it from Marie and especially Becca."

"How about we just concentrate on the leg tonight?"

"Ok, but I reserve the right to get the full treatment or you will be cutting down that tree all by yourself."

"Sounds like blackmail to me."

"Anything to get this feeling; I can just imagine this all over my body. How about after the race I will be in need of a total body massage on Saturday night."

"Will my firewood be all stacked behind the garage by then?"

"Travis is going to the race with me but he has to leave town at five because he is driving all the way to Iowa for work on Monday."

"Can I trust you to deliver on the tree cutting help? You aren't playing me are you?"

"I promise Travis will come over the next Saturday to cut down that tree."

"Ok, I guess you are trustworthy. I am supposed to go to Heather's sister's house for my brothers birthday but I would love to get out of that. It is always so boring. We will have to get an agreement from Heather and Travis to our plans. I think this is a win-win for both of us."

"Keep rubbing, I think you are just starting to loosen that muscle."

"How about we switch back to the heating pad? We don't want to over work the muscle. Tomorrow, you can let me know how it feels and we will decide how to proceed for the rest of the week."

I called for Heather and Travis to come up so we could discuss the details. Hopefully, our plan will be accepted by them. When they made it upstairs, Chelsea spoke up.

"You have a real Prince there Heather. I think he did me a world of good. I think maybe I can run that race after all."

We went downstairs for a drink and agreed on the schedule. Heather was reluctant to go to her sister's alone but saw the look in my eye and agreed. 

I went to Chelsea's house on Tuesday and Thursday and repeated the leg massage. She seemed ready to go after the Thursday massage and gave me a big hug after I loaded my massage table into the van. 

Heather kept me busy birthday shopping on Saturday so we didn't get to go to the race and cheer Chelsea on. We did get a call from Chelsea at the finish line. She was so excited because she broke two hours and finished the race without walking. I asked about the leg and she said it did wonderfully. She praised her "trainer" that got her through the race. Travis and her were going out to lunch and then going home to pack. Travis was to leave at five and Chelsea would be over at our house about six. The birthday party started at six so Heather would be gone by then. 

I was unsure what to expect from Chelsea and needed to talk the evening through with Heather. We arrived at home about three o'clock and I asked her.

"What do you think I should expect tonight with Chelsea? I have had very uneventful massage sessions so far. We were just concerned about her injury and getting through the race."

"I think it will be more of the same. I don't see Chelsea as being very wild. I think she will be sore from the race and want you to make her feel better."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay around and watch?"

"No, that will just make everyone self-conscious. I don't expect any fireworks tonight. But if there is I want to hear every juicy detail."

"Uh, what juicy details am I allowed to do?"

"Oh, a little of this and a little of that."

"I need specifics; you never know when you will be watching. By the way, are we setting up the video camera?"

"Don't you think that is perverted?"

"If it is what turns you on it is not perverted. I will do whatever you like."

"OK, I guess I would like it on. Call me sick but I love it when you touch my friends."

"You're sick...Ha...You said to call you sick."

"Really, Heather what is off limits?"

"You can touch her anywhere on her body that she lets you but you must remain clothed at all times and I don't want any hanky panky -- that is reserved for me and you. You are starting to get me excited for no reason. I'm sure that Chelsea will want a totally professional massage. She is just so conservative. 

We set up the room as we did before. We had the relaxation tape playing and candles burning to set the mood. Chelsea concealed the video camera on the corner shelf and agreed to turn it on before she left. 

Chelsea arrived about 5:30 stating that Travis had got an early start trying to get there by ten o'clock. Heather was still fiddling in the bathroom with her make-up but soon made it into the living room. We both congratulated Chelsea on her race. Chelsea gushed on and on about how I had saved the day for her and that she would never forget it. 

Heather gathered up the presents and then stated that she forgot her cell phone in the bedroom so she could return to the guest room to start the tape. Heather said her goodbyes and departed to her sister's house. As soon as Heather left, Chelsea said.

"Do you have a beer? I have been watching my calories for at least six months and tonight I want to splurge. In fact, I want a real beer not a light beer."

"I have just the thing for you."

I pulled the refrigerator door open and opened a Miller.

"Enjoy the high life."

Chelsea quickly gulped nearly half of a bottle and let out a satisfied sigh.

"I have been waiting for this for a long time."

"Really missed your beer huh?"

"No, I'm talking about the massage silly. This is just courage." (Holding the beer up). I have been listening to the girls for weeks and weeks about how wonderful your massage is. I feel like I have gotten the "light" version so far. I think I'm ready for the real thing. It's time to live the "High Life."

"Wow, so what is the real thing?"

"Full sensual massage from head to toe...especially the toes."

"Man, you all never forget the foot massage. Ok, let's go to the bedroom and get started."

I led Chelsea to the spare bedroom and showed her the table. 

"If you get settled in on the table I will get my oils warm and meet you back here in a few minutes. I left to go to the kitchen to warm the oils and soon made my way back into the bedroom. Chelsea was lying on her tummy with the towel draped over her torso to half way up her back. I immediately tried to assess what she was wearing under the towel but could not really tell. I walked up beside her and touched her head.

"I guess this is where I start. Head to toe right?"

"I want the full treatment. I had a hard day and I deserve a reward."

Suddenly, I noticed her clothes stacked neatly on the bed. I saw a pair of workout pants, crop top, socks, shoes, a black lace bra and panties to match. I'm not too good at math but I counted about everything in that stack that she could have been wearing. Oh my God, she must be naked under the towel. I started to doubt that was possible so I took a quick grab of her butt cheek. Nope, no clothes under here.

"Did you misplace your knickers?"

"Nope, you can't get a proper massage with all those clothes getting in the way. Besides, I paid $85 for that bra and panty set; I'm not going to let you get massage oil all over it."

I'm guessing the sides of my mouth nearly touched my ears with that comment. My smile was surely a mile wide. I started massaging Chelsea's scalp. Her blonde hair was thick but very soft. I have never seen a woman not appreciate a good scalp massage. It did wonders to relax someone. Chelsea was no exception. She became very quiet and seemed to melt into the massage table.

Eventually, I started on her shoulders. I folded back the towel to her waist and oiled up her entire back. Chelsea just purred with every stroke.

"Oh, that feels so good. I had no idea my back muscles would be so sore."

Chelsea's arms were under the small pillow I had provided and the side of her small boobs were visible. Chelsea must have weighed about 120 pounds and her B size breasts were perfect for her body. I started to think about female runners bouncing their boobs for 13 miles and thought that it might be uncomfortable.

"Do female runners have problems with chafing and pain from bouncing throughout a race?"

"Yeah, I do at least. I try to wear a good sports bra but no matter what your boobs bounce up and down the whole race. They get very sore. Sometimes my nipples rub on the bra and they get sore to the touch. I don't think they are that bad this time.

"I always had trouble with my legs rubbing together. I used to put Vaseline on them to keep them from getting chafed."

"Yeah, I used to have that problem until I lost all my weight."

I had made many passes up and down her back from her shoulders to her waist. I decided to see how far I could go with Chelsea. I moved my hands to her sides for awhile. With every stroke I touched more and more of her breasts. There was no resistance. I continued to the point where I was now touching her entire nipple with every stroke. The nipples were getting harder and harder. Normally, I would have stopped after a few strokes but this was too good. Chelsea's boobs were firm and her dark pink nipples were the perfect size. The nipples stood out about the thickness of my index finger. My back massage had turned into a boob massage and I was in no hurry to stop. I now squeezed the nipples after taking the full breast into my hands. 

"So is the massage taking away the aches and pains of running?"

"Not quite...keeping rubbing."

I now alternated from her shoulders to her tits. I enjoyed the boob massage the best but I think she seemed to loose all resistance with the back and shoulder massage. After several minutes, I walked to the bottom of the table and being careful to not block the video camera I started massaging her calves and thighs. I adjusted the towel upwards but I did not uncover that sweet ass just yet. I ran my hands from bottom to top many times and I could tell that this was helping her sore leg muscles. Suddenly, Chelsea pulled her hand from under the pillow and reached back and grabbed the towel. She quickly pulled it off of her butt and tossed it to the floor saying.

"I wanted the full treatment. I don't want you to miss any spots."

Her naked ass was now flashing right in my face. Her creamy white skin was very smooth and a quick splash of massage oil made my hands flow slickly over her buns. I opened her ass up with each stroke and enjoyed the view of her pussy from behind. Her pussy was covered with light brown curly hair. The scent of the massage oil was masked by the scent of her pussy juices that were undoubtedly flowing from her pussy. 

"How about that foot massage now? Please turn over and I will try to ease the pains in your feet."

Chelsea slowly turned over. She made no effort to cover up her chest or her pussy and I made no effort to stop starring. I grabbed one foot and then the other and squeezed the balls of her feet and ran my thumb down the length of her sole. My eyes were buried deep into the area between her legs. The pussy lips were now poking out of the hair. Her hair was trimmed but was still cut in the traditional "V" shape. The hair was light enough that I could easily make out her inner lips protruding slightly from her slit. 




Social Networking Ch. 04



I had an idea to bury my face in that sweet pussy but I kept hearing in my head.

"No hanky panky."

I could not continue on the feet. I had to make my way up her legs. My hands rubbed slowly up her inner thighs and my fingers rested firmly on both sides of Chelsea's bulging pussy. I made several strokes on her pussy lips with both hands. Eventually, I moved my thumbs over her clit and made alternate stokes with each thumb. Chelsea was breathing rhythmically with my strokes and her butt was rising off the table so her pussy could meet my strokes. 

I looked at her face and saw her eyes closed and a very intense look on her face. I slipped a finger into her pussy and started pushing in and out. The sound of sticky pussy juice squirting around my finger and her pussy lips was exciting to me and a big indication that Chelsea was about to cum. I used my second hand to pinch her clit between my thumb and index finger. It was only a matter of how many strokes it would take. One...two...three...four...Ahhh...that's it. Chelsea was turning her head from side to side and moaning in pleasure. Slowly she lowered her butt back down to the table and opened her eyes. Her blue eyes were glassy with a sexual fog but the smile was unmistakable. Chelsea had just had a mind- blowing orgasm. 

I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and could not resist sucking them into my mouth to taste her juices. I moved around to behind her head and she relaxed and closed her eyes. I started to rub her chest and quite enjoyed the feel of her tits in my hands. I massaged her tits for several minutes and then bent over and kissed her on the forehead. I said softly.

"Well, was that the kind of reward you were expecting?"

Chelsea just looked at me and smiled.

I smiled too; directly at the camera. Heather was going to enjoy this video.



Social Networking Ch. 05



Fresh from my sensual massage of Chelsea, I was nearly overwhelmed with the images of Heather's friends that I had massaged and touched erotically. My wife had encouraged me to help her friends and I'm sure I did. Mostly though, I have had very erotic experiences myself with some very hot women. 

So far, my little charade has worked out wonderfully. All of my wife's friends have enjoyed themselves and no husbands have showed up at my door to beat me up. Heather has been a sexual dynamo since all this began. If anyone had told me that I would be feeling up hot women while my wife recorded the action for her sexual gratification, I would have told them they were crazy. 

My secret insight into my wife's Facebook account has been essential for me to understand how to relate to the women that I have massaged. It is amazing for me to think that the tall tale to my wife about getting sensual massage training would have led to where I was today. 

Heather713, that's the username that gets me into my wife's Facebook account. I was anxious to see what Chelsea had written about my massage after her mini-marathon on Saturday.

"Heather, you are an extremely fortunate woman. Your husband has magic hands. I was exhausted and sore after my race on Saturday. My time of 1:57 was three minutes under my goal and every muscle in my body was sore. He melted my pain away. I slept for hours after the massage. I believe I was so relaxed from the massage that nothing could have waked me up. I can't believe that just two weeks ago I thought that my leg injury would put me out of the race completely. Saturday was an amazing climax to many months of training and two weeks of physical therapy from a wonderful man."

Did she have to use the word "climax"? At least she gave no hint that she was completely naked during the massage. I don't want all of Heather's friends knowing about that. Of course Heather will know tonight when she sees the video. 

Satisfied that all was well, I texted Heather 

"Ready for movie night? It's a first run feature that I think is "R" rated."

"I think I want to watch it alone if it is OK with you."

"Sure, what time should I get home?"

That was all I could respond but I was very confused. We sure enjoyed the last video together. I guess she is afraid of what she is going to see and doesn't want to react weird with me in the room. I guess it makes sense. She watched the video of Beth by herself before we watched it together. 

"Be home around 6" was Heathers response

I was very horny the rest of the day anticipating my time with Heather later tonight. When I arrived she was in the recliner in the living room. I walked in the room and saw that she was wearing grey sweat pants and a pink short sleeve top. Her head was down and she didn't look up when I came in the room. 

"Hey beautiful"

I said with excitement in my voice. Heather just raised her eyes a bit and stared at me with tears in her eyes. After a moment of silence she finally said.

"She was completely naked and you fingered her pussy until she came"

"I thought that is what you wanted. You said I could touch her anywhere she allowed me to as long as there was no hanky panky."

"I don't know; I am pretty confused right now."

"Why, I did what you said I could. Do you want me to quit these massages? I will. I only wanted to touch you anyway. That's why I took the course; to please you."

"I don't know. It seemed more like sex than a massage. She was so sexual; not like the others. When she threw off that towel it became more like sex than anything else."

"I sure didn't expect that either. Really, I will only touch you from now on."

"Chelsea really did seem to enjoy it. The mini-marathon was a big accomplishment for her and she just wanted to celebrate. I can't blame her. Hell, I can't blame you. You did exactly what I told you to do. Why can't I quit crying?"

I came over and stuffed myself into the recliner, placed her on my lap and held her close.

"It will be OK. You are just getting over the shock. You know I only love you."

Heather cried on my shoulder for a few minutes and held me tight.

"Was the video exciting?"

There was no answer, just another quick hug.

"Did you get excited watching the video?"

Heather whispered softly "Yes".

The next two weeks went by with little talk about the video. I pretty much resigned myself to the fact that my massage exploits were over. The chatter on Facebook had really slowed down. If fact, Heather was not making many posts at all. 

It was a Friday night and I was hoping that Heather was going to get better soon. She was unusually quiet for the last few weeks and our sex life was nonexistent. I arrived about 5:30 pm and was looking through the cabinets for something to cook for dinner as nothing was on the stove yet, when Heather yelled my name from the bedroom.

"What are you doing out there?"

"Looking for something to cook for dinner?"

"Come here, you won't need to cook anything."

I walked to the bedroom and noticed that Heather was already dressed up in a striking red dress. It was a wrap-around that I had never seen but it looked great. It was tight in all the right places and showed just the tops of her cute little breasts. She had no shoes on but she was wearing thigh high hose.

"I guess I'm not cooking tonight huh?"

"Nope you are taking me out to dinner."

She had perkiness in her speech that I haven't heard in weeks and her smile just made me melt.

"McDonalds or Wendy's?"

"Sorry big spender. You are going to take me to the Palms tonight. We have reservations at 7 so chop chop."

The Palms was our favorite restaurant. It was dimly lit, romantic, with great food and what I was fretting about was that it was also expensive.

"Are you sure we can afford it?"

"Oh, don't spoil it for me. I am trying to get out of this funk I've been in for weeks and I just want my very handsome husband to take me out for a night on the town. Why worry about money? We could be dead tomorrow. Sometimes you just have to live."

I quickly jumped in the shower as it was obvious that Heather was not taking no for an answer. When I was done with my shower, I walked naked behind her and she stopped me by grabbing my dick.

"Whoa big boy; Can I just get a little taste of this for a minute?"

She was sitting in the chair in front of her vanity where she was putting on her make-up and she planted a big kiss on the underside of my dick. She had already applied her red lipstick and her kiss left a big smack of lipstick on my dick. 

"Oh, I got a little lipstick on there. Let me get it off"

Heather proceeded to lick the spot where the lipstick was. Of course, that is my most sensitive spot and my pole was immediately hard as a brick. She slowly licked up my shaft and circled the head with her tongue. After a moment of this there was pre-cum slowly oozing out of my dick which she noticed. Heather took the head of my dick and put it into her mouth for one long stroke and pulled it out. It came out with a pop. She squeezed my balls one last time.

"That ought to hold you for awhile. Get ready. We have to go. Quit playing around."

I was speechless.

"What...uh...what was that?"

"Incentive to get moving. We are going to be late."

"Boy, you are a surprise every minute."

"I think you are right. But the surprises are just beginning."

I didn't know what she meant by that but it sure sounded good. I got ready in record time. 

I went to the kitchen to grab a Coke and was drinking it when Heather walked into the room. She looked wonderful. She had added red high heels and a gold necklace. Her brown hair was up and she had two little curls hanging down around her face. She had applied pink eye shadow which she never wears but looked great with the red dress. Her breasts looked bigger than normal as she obviously put on a push up bra. I peeked into her cleavage as she came closer and noticed her bra was red lace. 

"Wow, you look great. Who's the lucky guy?'

She hugged me tight and put her face into my chest.

"You, you big sexy beast."

We headed to the restaurant and arrived a few minutes early. As we stood awaiting our table I noticed several men in the bar checking out my wife. I felt proud to have her on my arm and really enjoyed the fact that she was mine and loved me very much. We were seated at a corner booth and we scooted into the middle and I put my arm around her. Our waiter arrived promptly and took our order of an appetizer. Heather surprised me by ordering a Long Island Iced Tea. She hardly ever drinks and I didn't know she even knew that drink.

"Where did you hear about that drink?"

"Maria told me about it. She said it will loosen you up very quickly."

"Loosen you up huh?"

"You want me loose don't you?"

"Oh yeah, of course"

The drinks and the appetizer arrived at the same time. I noticed Frank, our waiter, looking down my wife's blouse as he sat the appetizer on the table. I can't blame him for that. I was looking every chance I got as well. Heather took a big drink of her LIT. She polished off about half the drink in the first gulp.

"Slow down, you will be buzzing in no time."

"Loosening... Loosening."

As we ate our appetizer, Heather's hand was on my right thigh. This did not seem unusual until she started rubbing up and down my leg coming perilously close to my dick.

"So what changed your mood?"

"Well, you know, I got to thinking that I had overreacted to your night with Chelsea. I couldn't understand all of my feelings. After a long time of feeling down I finally realized that my feelings were no different than before except that I was judging 

Chelsea a little too much. I always thought you had a thing for her as you always talked to her more than any other friend of mine."

"I just love to hear her accent. It is so cute."

"Well, I got really jealous and kind of felt that you enjoyed yourself a little too much. So I watched the video again last night. I stared at you the entire time and you know you were a perfect gentleman. At least as much as you can be sticking your fingers into a woman's coochie. It really was the natural thing to do. She had removed all of her clothes and you looked long and hard in between her legs for a long time and finally you were practically forced by her encouragement to touch her there."

"You know, I kept running your words through my mind over and over. " You can touch anywhere she will let you but no hanky panky"

"I know, I had practically told you to do it. It was silly of me to get upset."

As she said this her hand moved higher and rubbed the full length of my rock hard dick. Before long it was practically coming out of my pants. The appetizer was great; at least I think it was. I was having a hard time concentrating with Heather's hand rubbing my dick. 

By now she had finished her drink and was holding it up trying to flag down Frank for another. Frank made his way to the table and again leaned over to retrieve Heather's glass. Of course, he looked down her dress as he grabbed it. He surely saw her hand in my lap and gave me a sly smile as he left the table. Heather was pulling at my belt and quickly undid it. I looked at her with a panicked look in my eye.

"What are you doing?" I whispered

"Loosening."

Oh my god, she now had her hand down my pants with my dick firmly in her hand. I was getting a little nervous that someone would see us but mainly I was afraid I was going blow my wad on the front of my polo shirt. Thankfully, Frank brought Heather's drink to the table and she withdrew her hand to grab the drink. One big gulp later she was grabbing my right hand and inserting it into the slit on the side of her dress. I made my way over her thigh high stockings and felt lacy underwear. I'm betting they are red to match her bra. Even though I was worried how this scene was playing out; I'm no queer so I stuffed my hand down my lovely wife's lace panties and started rubbing on her clit. 

Heather let out a little yelp that drew some stares but she quickly started sipping her drink to cover up her excitement. She was wet – very wet. When I stuck my finger inside her it slipped in with no resistance. I could faintly hear the sound of her wet pussy juice moving around my finger. I saw her close her eyes and look to the ceiling and I knew she was climaxing.

When Frank came to the table to deliver the entrees, there is no way he didn't know what was going on. He lingered for much longer than necessary and adjusted the plates several times. The only thing that made him retreat is when I pulled my finger out of my wife's pussy and stuck the finger into my mouth and smacked my lips as I pulled it out. We giggled like a couple of kids as soon as he left.

The dinner was filling but we still shared a piece of chocolate cake for dessert. I gave Frank a big tip and he made sure he was at the door to bid us farewell. We were both blushing as we left and Frank looked happy too. 

We laughed all the way to the car. Heather was in need of an arm to steady her as two drinks was way over her limit. I opened her door and helped her into the seat. I jumped in, started the car and took off.

"Am I surprising you tonight?"

"Definitely, in fact, I think you surprised Frank a bit too."

"Do you think he saw anything?"

"Oh yeah, he knew exactly what was going on."

"Did I embarrass you?"

"No way, that was the most exciting night of my life."

"We aren't done yet."

As we drove down the road, our conversation turned pretty sexual.

"Um, I loved touching your cock. I could feel it pulsing as I rubbed it."

"You know, I nearly blew my wad onto my shirt. If Frank hadn't arrived with your drink there would have been an embarrassing mess."

"Oh, I just realized that I came but you had to hold yours in. I bet you are about to bust."

With that Heather released her seat belt and leaned over to my lap. She undid my belt and quickly had my dick out. I adjusted the steering wheel upward to give her room. She did not hesitate and quickly engulfed my hard tool. She was moving her head up and down the full length of my dick. I could feel her cold nose in my pubic hair and knew that she had swallowed it all. I found it very difficult to concentrate on driving and considered pushing her off but came to my senses and pulled over on a side street and put the car in park. It was not long before I knew I was going to come. As I moaned something unintelligible I pushed her head letting her know to move off of me. This has long been our signal so she didn't get come in her mouth. She had always hated that and made it clear long ago that it wasn't going to happen. I don't know if it was the booze or just the surprise of the night, but she didn't move off. She just sucked harder. I couldn't control myself and shot my full load in her mouth. 

Heather gagged a bit, not being used to doing this but kept up her movement for at least a few more strokes. She came up for air pretty quickly, unrolled the window and spit out the side of the car.

She turned back in my direction and after wiping her mouth, gave me the biggest smile.

"Surprise"

I returned the smile and just slumped in my seat totally exhausted. After a few minutes I started the car and got back on the road towards home. I dropped Heather off in the driveway and parked the car in the garage. After letting the dog out, I made my way to the bedroom to check on Heather. There was not going to be any more surprises tonight because I saw all of her clothes on the bedroom floor and she was covered up in the bed sound asleep. 

For the next few weeks I had my wife back. She was as sexual as ever. We made love nearly every night. It was sensual and I felt so incredibly close to Heather. She never mentioned my massage of Chelsea and I certainly wasn't going to bring it up. I was sure that my massage exploits were over.

I did monitor Facebook a bit and there was a developing story with Mickey, my wife's friend and volleyball partner on Tuesday nights. Her husband Chris had just begun traveling two days a week for his job. Mickey was concerned that he might stray on these trips as he had a new female co-worker that was also making these out of town trips. Apparently, Mickey's relationship with her husband was not as solid as everyone thought. She kept asking her friends for advice on how to keep her husband faithful. There were suggestions to talk it over and to attack him in bed but nothing that seemed to tackle the overall problem of trust. 

Chris and Mickey were my friends too in that we have had them over for backyard BBQs and gone to events at church together. I was sad to hear they were having problems and would like to help but of course I had no knowledge of this because I was on my wife's Facebook account. I expect that it will probably work out anyway because they always seemed happy when we had been with them. 

I really didn't think much of it until Heather started talking about Mickey having problems at home. I deliberately didn't ask about the problems because I didn't want to get involved. Heather said she was stressed out and worried but gave no real details until we were driving to the grocery.

"I think I have another massage victim for you."

"Victim?"

"That's not what I meant. My friend needs some help with stress that only you can provide."

"My massage victims have gotten me in a lot of trouble lately."

"Really, I am over that. Mickey is really stressed with life right now and I think we have convinced her that a good massage is what she needs."

"Let me guess. This is where I come in?"

"Wow, you are catching on. I don't think this will be sexual at all. She is really stressed over Chris leaving town every week and she is having a hard time coping. You are so good at calming women down – look what you have done for me."

"Actually, you have been pretty wild for the last couple of weeks."

"Are you complaining?"

"No, No complaints here."

"Chris is leaving on Wednesday and I told her I would try to convince you into coming to her house that night."

"I don't know Heather. Chris is my friend too and I don't want to get in the middle."

"You don't have to take sides you can just listen and relax her with your magic hands."

"You know how I talk too much. It's hard for me to just listen and not give my opinion."

"I know you are a caring man and that will surely come through to Mickey."

"OK, I hope this works out."

We arrived at the grocery and my mind was racing. I guess my massage work is not done. 

Mickey is actually short for Michelle. She is an athletic woman and seems to play sports and talk about sports all the time. She always is in the conversation with the guys when we get together. Chris and Mickey regularly go to games together. It seems like they have the same interests. Mickey is a little taller than Heather but not much. She has dirty blonde hair that I have always seen in a ponytail. She has had the same hairstyle for the entire five years that we have known her. I never really looked at her sexually. I always thought of her as one of the guys. She is fun and talkative. She never meets a stranger and will argue about anything if she thinks she can win. Mostly we have debated about sports. Who's the best quarterback or who will win the World Series? She runs a NCAA pool in March every year and it just kills her if she doesn't win. 

Now that I think about it, Mickey is pretty, just not in a sexual way, if that makes any sense. I've never really seen her look like a girl. She is always sporting a track suit or a jersey of her favorite team. Mostly she wears sweat pants. Of course, I have seen her dressed up for church but never in a dress. She has a good figure, a slim waist from playing sports and going to the gym. Her breasts seem appropriate for her build but to be honest I don't know their size as she is always wearing loose clothing. It's kind of interesting to think about Mickey sexually as I have never done it before. I wouldn't say she was hot but she is cute. 




Social Networking Ch. 05



I never received a call from Mickey so I decided to call her on Wednesday afternoon.

"Heather asked me to call you to set up a time to come over tonight?"

"Yeah, that is tonight. I guess you can come over about six."

There were no questions about what to wear or concerns about what was going to happen. This is certainly different from the other women I talked to. I started to explain things but I decided I would just show up and take things from there. 

"OK, I'll see you then. I look forward to it."

As soon as I hung up the phone I decided to check out Facebook and see if there were any interesting posts. The first one that caught my eye was from Mickey.

"I don't understand how a massage is going to help me keep my husband. I am afraid to go through with this."

There were encouraging posts from all of Mickey's friends but the one that I was most interested in was from my wife.

"Trust me; he will make you feel better. Don't worry, he is a perfect gentleman and you will be less stressed when he is done. Relax and enjoy."

Looks like I have my work cut out for me tonight. My "victim" is a basket case.

I arrived a few minutes early but Mickey was waiting on the porch for me to get out of the car. She started walking towards me as I opened the trunk to get out my massage table. She was in her usual sweat pants and team jersey with her hair in a pony-tail. She grabbed my arm as I was reaching to remove the table.

"Hold on. Maybe you shouldn't get that out."

"What's the matter? I thought we were all set. Do you have somewhere to go?'

"No, I think I'm not ready for this."

"Really, I'm not rough at all. I promise no karate chops."

"I think I'm just a little bit shy."

I thought about canceling right now but thought I would give it a little more time.

"How about I leave it in the car and we can go inside and talk?"

Mickey looked relieved and smiled for the first time since I had arrived. 

"Yeah, that would be good. Do you want something to drink?"

"How about some lemonade out here on the veranda?" I said in my most exaggerated southern accent.

Mickey replied in a southern accent.

"Well sir that would be wonderful. I'll be out directly."

I sat in the porch swing and looked around. Mickey had the prettiest front yard with lots of flowers in pots all around her big porch and an immaculate yard that Chris must have cut today because I could smell the fresh cut grass. Mickey returned with a glass of lemonade for both of us.

She looked at me with a frightened look that I read as she was afraid to start this conversation. I decided to jump right into it.

"Well, how have you been?"

"I've been better."

"Mickey, I won't beat around the bush. Heather told me that you and Chris aren't doing so well and you are worried. Is there anything I can do?"

"I'm a little embarrassed about this."

"Don't be. We have known each other for a long time and I would do anything to help you guys out. Do you want me to talk with Chris?"

"No, I think he thinks things are fine. Maybe they are but I am worried now that he is traveling out of town every week with that girl that he might do something,"

"He is traveling with a girl? What girl?"

"Oh, this slut that they just moved onto his team."

"Do you know her?"

"No, not really, but look at her with her boobs all hanging out for everyone to see at the office Christmas party."

Mickey handed me a picture of this woman. She was wearing a low cut red dress with lots of cleavage showing. She had long wavy bleach blonde hair and was laughing with a drink in her hand in the picture. She was striking but I didn't think she was all that. I thought her facial features looked a little manly. She certainly wasn't my type. I cut off at about a B cup and she was certainly packing D's.

"You've got nothing to worry about. You are much prettier than she is."

"Yeah, right."

I noticed a tear in her eye. I reached over and put my arm around her and squeezed her tight. We rocked on the porch swing for a couple of minutes before I said.

"Don't you think you are pretty?"

"Not as pretty as her."

"Maybe you are not advertising like she is but you are a much prettier woman than she will ever be. To me, she is the kind of woman that you look at as you are walking towards her and turn away from as soon as you get a good look."

"She seemed to get a lot of looks at the Christmas party. She was the life of the party."

"Chris is not dumb enough to look twice at her when he has you at home."

"I hope you are right but we have not been connecting lately. He makes comments about how I am not exciting anymore. He ignores me unless he needs something from me. He has been so busy with work there hasn't been any time for me."

"Sounds like he may have forgotten what he has at home. Maybe you should change things up a bit. You know make it more exciting."

"How do I do that? You're a guy; what would make you notice me – make it exciting?"

"Do you want the honest truth?"

"Sure, give it to me."

"Mickey, I don't want to hurt your feelings but I want to tell you what would make me notice and I bet Chris would also."

"Is it that bad?"

"No, just a change from what you are doing now."

"Well, I'm afraid this isn't working so tell me what to do."

"Ok, when I look at you I don't think "sex" and that is what a guy wants to see in his spouse. He wants to be proud of his wife and know that every guy that sees her wants her. It's weird. I know, most women think that they should look nice and conservative so their husband will be proud but guys like it when their spouse is a little flashy. I am not saying you need to look like a slut. If you look pretty and girlie they will be interested."

"I thought you said I was pretty? It sounds like you think I look like an ugly guy."

"No, you are beautiful but you are not advertising to Chris that you are pretty."

"What do you mean?"

"When is the last time you changed your hairstyle?"

"I can't remember but it has been a long time."

"I have not personally seen you without that pony-tail for the five years I've known you. It's cute and all but it is not girlie. You need to look like a beautiful woman not a jock. I don't mean to upset you but you said you were ready for change."

"Ok, what else?

"Pluck those eyebrows. They are way too thick. Add a little jewelry; maybe something other than those gold ball earrings that I've seen you wear the last five times I've seen you."

"Wow, you're tough. I must look like an ogre."

"No, I just think you forgot about these things and that they were important to a man. You have a wonderful perky personality and everyone loves to be around you but sometimes you come across as one of the guys. I'm afraid that Chris may see you that way as well."

"God, I thought I just had to jump his bones to get him interested?"

"That sure is part of it. A man wants a tiger in bed and he wants to feel like he is a stud but it has to start outside of the bedroom. It's much more in his head than his pants. Ok are you ready to change?"

"I don't know where to start?"

"First thing is we are going to call this new exciting woman, Michele. It's much more feminine and I think she will be very pretty and exciting. Here is what I'm thinking. I will ask Heather to help you with hair, jewelry, makeup, lingerie and clothing."

"Clothing, what's wrong with my clothing?"

"Oh my, sweatpants, team jerseys, ball caps, track suits – these are great for playing games but not for attracting your husband."

"Wow, extreme makeover!"

"No not extreme. You have lovely raw materials. I think you will be surprised how you look when Heather is done with you. My job is to work on your mind. I will try to make you feel sexy because that is essential that you feel it or it will not come off as genuine to Chris. I can also explain what guys think. It is totally opposite of the way that girls think so I can give you the secrets."

"What about the massage? I feel awful that you hauled all of that out here for me and we didn't do it.'

"That's Ok. I'll just leave it in the trunk for next week."

"Next week?"

"Yes, Chris leaves town every Wednesday right? 

"Yes and he returns on Friday night."

"I'll tell Heather that she has to take a day off on Wednesday of next week to take you out for your makeover. You two can shop in the evening and get everything you need. I will come over on Thursday evening and set up the massage table and we will talk about how to approach Friday night with Chris. I think you are going to need some stress relief by then."

"This is moving so fast. I don't know about next week."

"Does the slut in the red dress go on the trips every week?"

"Yes, I guess there is no time to waste. I want to thank you for your concern and help. I was so scared about tonight and I am so glad that we had this time to talk. You are so sensitive and I feel more certain that this is the right thing to do. Thanks for your tough love. I am so sorry I wimped out on you tonight."

"I really enjoyed our talk on the veranda Miss Mickey. I can't wait to see Michele next week."

We both laughed as we hugged. She walked me to the car and gave me a kiss on the cheek as she thanked me again. 

We had talked for nearly two hours but Heather was still up when I got home. I walked to the bedroom and she was lying on the bed watching TV.

"Did your magic hands take care of Mickey?"

"Nope, she wasn't ready for a massage. We just talked for a couple of hours and I think we have a plan."

I proceeded to explain the whole plan to Heather and she was excited about the makeover. I gave her suggestions about what she should wear. I was adamant that she shouldn't go overboard on really slutty clothes – just something to make the change from the sweat clothes to something that would attract a man. Heather loves this sort of stuff and she was ready to start shopping immediately. I explained the time table and suggested she get an appointment at the salon as soon as possible. Heather kissed me and thanked me for my wonderful idea to help Mickey.

The week went by quickly and Heather left early on Wednesday to go to Mickey's house to get started. She was gone until after dinner and came home with a beautiful smile.

"Oh, that was so fun. Mickey looks so different. You won't believe the change. I am so proud of her. It is all in your hands now. She was getting really anxious about Friday when Chris comes home."

"I knew she would. This is a big change in attitude for her as well as the physical change that you did today."

I could not concentrate during work on Thursday and begged the boss to let me out an hour early. I called Mickey and told her I would be there at 4:30 and that I couldn't wait to meet Michele.

As I pulled up, I anticipated Mickey to be on the porch swing and she was. Or it least I think it was her on the swing. As I walked up the sidewalk she stood and came to the head of the steps. There was no more pony-tail. Her hair was blonde with highlights. She had that razor cut style where it is cut shorter in the back and the hair gets progressively longer as it comes forward. The longer locks framed her face which was beaming. She had a white tailored blouse with the darts on either side of her chest. Two buttons were undone and her pointy collar was open with a gold necklace around her neck. Diamond stud earrings glistened in the afternoon sun. There were no more sweatpants. She had on dark blue skinny jeans that tapered done to a sassy pair of brown boots with a slight heel. 

"Good afternoon, Michele, you look marvelous."

She smiled and held her hands out to the side as she twirled to show me the full effect of her makeover. Her backside was just as entrancing as the front. Because her blouse was tucked in under her brown belt and jeans, the most prominent feature on the back was her lovely ass. I was surprised how high it sat. No sag at all and the jeans really accentuated her beautiful butt. I did notice a hint of a bra strap.

"Wow, I didn't know you owned any shoes but tennis shoes and flip flops. That outfit is so sexy without looking like you are trying to be. I love the jeans. They are very flattering. I never noticed your figure before. You are hot. I'm sure Michelle will turn heads much more than Mickey ever did. Why were you hiding this body for all these years?"

"Oh Ted, I am feeling so attractive today but I have always been very shy and conservative before. My mother always discouraged me trying to show off in any way. She constantly told me to button up my blouse or put on more clothes. I kind of think that is why I turned to sports because she pretty much dressed me like a boy."

"Well, you don't look like a boy today! I can't get over the new you. I am definitely calling you Michelle now. You don't look at all like a Mickey."

I walked up on the porch as I talked and took her hand and led her to the swing. We sat and rocked for awhile.

"I am so thankful for what Heather did yesterday. Just look at my hair. Isn't it wonderful? She helped me with makeup, jewelry and of course my new ensembles."

"What else did you get to wear?"

"Oh, I have a very sexy lingerie set, some new push-up bras, another shirt to go with these pants and some new thong underwear. Apparently, I have been wearing granny panties for all these years."

"We can't have that. Do you have a plan for tomorrow night with Chris?"

"No, I am scared to death. I don't want to frighten him by being too aggressive but I want him to notice me and remember that I am his wife and he is lucky. Do you think I can pull that off?"

"Of course, you are not my wife and I feel very lucky to be around you right now. What a babe."

"Ted, how am I going to do this? I can't just stand there and tell him how lucky he is. I don't feel like he is so lucky. He probably already slept with that slut. I am going to make a fool out of myself."

"I have a plan and I can lay it out for you during your massage. Are you ready for relaxation?"

"Well, I certainly need relaxation. I am a basket case. I guess you should get your massage table and set it up in the family room. I will go change in the bedroom while you get set up."

"I do use massage oil so don't wear anything that you don't want to get a little oily."

I gave my usual disclaimer designed to get my victims to wear as little as possible. I am such a pig. I really thought this was going to be less sexual than the others but I got pretty horny looking at Michelle. She really surprised me how good she looked. I just never looked at her that way. I guess her conservative upbringing was successful at hiding her assets. I think Chris is in for a big surprise tomorrow night. 

I removed the massage table from the car and hauled it and my bag into the family room. After setting up and warming the towel in her dryer, I put the oils in the microwave to heat them up. I poured a glass of wine for both of us and yelled at Michelle that I was all set. 

She soon appeared in the doorway wearing a white terry cloth robe. I handed her the wine and said.

"I checked Mickey's refrigerator and all she had was beer. Lucky I brought some wine for Michelle."

"Woo, fancy" 

She took a healthy drink of the wine and slowly removed her robe. I immediately noticed that she was wearing white thong underwear. I was starring at her from behind and her ass cheeks were starring back at me. They were firm and high and very white. They had never seen sunshine or a tanning bed. She was wearing a white "wife beater" t-shirt that only came half way up her back. I first thought it was just too small but I noticed some frayed edges so I guess she had cut it off just below her chest. As Michelle turned around and looked at me, my eyes were drawn to her tits. The t-shirt was thin and worn and her nipples were very noticeable. They were completely round and poking out prominently. I would say they were caramel color but I was looking through her shirt. It was hard to tell. 

She had a little baby fat on her belly but who doesn't. Her front was tanner than her back. I scanned down her body and noticed her legs. They looked smooth and relatively thin. Her calves were slim but her thighs were wider. She couldn't have such a beautiful ass like she did without some healthy thighs to lead up to them. I finally made my way back up her body to her face.

"Did you get a good look?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. You are just so beautiful I was in a trance for a minute. Please lay down on the massage table."

Michelle climbed by on the table and settled in on her stomach. I pulled the warm towel from the thermal bag and covered her completely. There was an appreciative moan when I placed it over her. I moved to the side of the table and started rubbing on her shoulders and neck. Once she settled in and we both relaxed a bit, our conversation began.

"OK Ted, tell about this master plan that you have figured out. I'm kind of freaking out about tomorrow."

"Well, I think you should keep this really low key. I wouldn't make a big deal about this exciting sexual romp that is going to make him appreciate you forever. You need to play it cool. Of course, he is going to notice the new hairstyle. By the way, I love it. It is young looking and very stylish and there is no way you can put it into a pony-tail."

We both laughed.

"Everything else, the clothes, the lingerie, the new found femininity is very subtle. He will just think that he just discovered it himself; that it was always there he just didn't notice. That is why I think that it is important for you to not go crazy on ambience. No candlelit dinners, no incense burning in the bedroom. Trust me he will get the hint when he sees your new lingerie. By the way, what did you pick out?"

"It is a black lace push-up bra with matching panties. The bra has these cute little crystals hanging from the middle. It has a front closure. I thought he would freak when I opened it up and showed him my naked chest. It should be very dramatic"

"Hey, you are thinking about this. That sounds very good."

By this time I had moved down to her lower back. I had peeled the towel down to just cover her butt cheeks. I was kneading her lower back muscles. I heard sighs and I knew this was the spot that was really moving her to total relaxation. 

"I would just cook a normal dinner but of course, you should be wearing your new jeans and tailored shirt. He will think something is up but he will not really know what is going on. You need to ask him about his time away from you and tell him how much you missed him. Michelle, do not mentioned the slut with the big boobs. That will only complicate things. You don't want to get into an argument on your big night. 

"OK, I guess. But I do hate that bitch."

"Yeah, I figured that out pretty quick."

I moved down Michelle's body to her legs and started to rub up the entire length of her legs. I would stop for awhile on her calves and then move to her thighs but I avoided anything higher. Eventually, I deliberately hit the towel on one side to tip the balance and it fell to the floor. Michelle's ass cheeks were now completely uncovered and I immediately started a good ass rub. First I rubbed with deep penetrating strokes and followed with soft strokes to move the oil around. I let the oil run down between her thighs and I just had to rub that in. I never touched her pussy but I got very close a couple of times. Michelle opened her legs a bit more each time I massaged her inner thighs until they were both on the edge of the massage table. The thong underwear did little to cover her ass cheeks and I continued to rub on them as well. I got a little too close to her pussy on one stroke and she jumped a bit.

"What about a foot massage? I was told to ask about a foot rub."




Social Networking Ch. 05



"Who told you that, Heather?"

"No actually it was Maria. She described it as heaven."

"OK, turn over I can do a better job if you are on your back."

Michelle turned over by getting up on her hands and knees and rolling over. I noticed a beautiful view of her ass and pussy when she was on all fours. She settled in on her back and I checked out the beautiful woman in front of me. I handed her a small pillow and she tucked it under her head. I stood at the foot of the table and saw her shirt had rode up a bit so I had a good view of her breasts. The nipples were covered but most of the breasts were in my view. I wouldn't say they were high and firm. My guess was that they sat on her chest like teardrops when she was upright but now they were slightly compressed and her nipples were tenting up her shirt a bit. As I moved my view lower on her body I couldn't help but notice her white panties were very much raised up. Her mound was much higher than could be possible. I could only surmise that there was a lot of pubic hair. There was no hair particularly showing on either side of her panties but her legs were very much together. I decided to remedy that situation by starting her foot massage. I grabbed her left foot and started to massage her arch. As I did this I moved her foot out to the side a bit. As I did this it became obvious that not only was there light brown curly hair showing outside of her panties, there was a lot of it. 

"OK Michelle, how has your sex life been in recent months? Is it going to be out of the ordinary to be having sex on Friday night? 

"Well we don't go to the jungle as much as we used to. I guess we have not made love for three or four weeks. Come to think of it we probably had sex once in the last three months."

"Go to the jungle?"

"That's what we call it."

"So do you think you are going to have to seduce Chris to get him into bed?"

"Well he is usually pretty tired after traveling home. He might just collapse in front of the TV if I left him alone."

"Well, you better try to make sure that dinner doesn't take very much time. How can you entice him into the bedroom early?

"I don't know?"

"Well how about you promise him something. Is there anything he likes in the bedroom that he is not getting?"

"He complains all the time that I never give him a massage."

"No, that will just put him asleep and you will be all alone in your hot lingerie. How about something sexual that will lure him into the bed?'

"I guess I could offer a blow job. He likes that."

"OK, but say it like this. As soon as dinner is done, come up to him and kiss his neck and say "Can I lick your big dick?"

"Yeah, that would get his attention."

"I would go up to the bedroom and change into your lingerie. He will be naked in bed by the time you are changed. Do you think he will go down on you after you finish with him?"

"I doubt it. He complains about the jungle down there and he hasn't gone down on me in years."

"I noticed that you have a lot of hair on your pussy. Why don't you shave it off and surprise him."

"I can't."

Michelle faced turned red as a beet as we discussed this. Her hand drifted to cover her pussy.

"Why not? If Chris is complaining about too much hair down there; you should shave it to really take him over the edge. Everybody is doing that now. I think that went out in the 90s."

"You don't understand. It's not that I don't want to. It's that I just can't do it."

"I don't understand. Heather does it for me every summer. I just love it. Why can't you do it?"

"I've tried many times and I can't make myself do it. My mother always was very clear that my pussy was a private area and showed not be uncovered. I have tried to get that out of my head for many years but it is apparently burned in my brain. She messed me up pretty good."

"OK, I had no idea. I'm sorry."

I didn't know what to say but it seemed to be a very serious conflict for Michelle. I didn't want to push any further so I changed the subject.

"So how is my foot massaging skills?"

"Maria did not exaggerate. I'm in heaven."

I continued for awhile on Michelle's feet and checked out her pussy as I spread her legs. Even though her panties were pushed up by the abundance of pussy hair I could still see a wet spot between her legs. Her panties were cotton and it was considerably darker in the center. I could pick out her aroma over the smell of the massage oil. I decided that I would kick up the conversation a notch as she seemed to be pretty turned on. I finished on her feet and moved to a position behind her head. I started massaging her neck and shoulders. Her nipples were now noticeably higher as I rubbed her upper chest.

"Well, what are you going to do to make the night special? You don't want it to be like any other night."

"I don't really know. I am not very good at this."

"Are your sexual encounters pretty quick usually?"

"Yeah, usually he comes pretty quickly and we are pretty much done."

"You have to slow things down. Don't let him come during your blow job. Tease him a little bit. Rub your hands on his chest and his inner thighs. Men like that. Kiss him on his neck and talk to him. If you announce what you are going to do to him before you do it, it will excite him."

"What do you mean?"

"For example, you could say something like this. I love to rub your chest, feel your muscles. Does this turn you on?"

As I said this I started to run my hands down Michelle's arms. On the third trip down and back up, I tucked my thumb under the bottom of her shirt and pulled up one side to uncover her breast. My next trip down her arm I repeated the process on her other tit. Once her tits were uncovered I started a full massage of her chest. I ran my hand under her tits and stretched out the nipple to its full length. I circled her nipple with my index finger and those little bumps appeared on her areolas. Her nipples were perfect. The caramel color was a little redder now as Michelle was obviously very excited. Her breathing was quicker and deeper.

"Then rub your hands down his belly and into his crotch. You might want to compliment him on his dick or tell him how you missed it while he was gone. It's important to get some intimate conversation going because you are going to ask him to touch you next."

"Oh, I couldn't do that. It seems so dirty."

"Trust me; men love this sort of thing. It makes them feel that they are turning you on as you give them encouragement. There is nothing more exciting to a man than to hear how he is taking his woman over the edge. C'mon give it a try."

"No, I can't."

"Just tell me how to touch your tits."

"I like it when you squeeze them."

"Then say "Oh, squeeze them, yeah like that, now pinch my nipples."

As I said these things I touched her exactly as I described. She seemed to really be getting into it now.

"Oh, softer, touch them softer, yeah like that. Now circle around my nipple and pinch them lightly, umm like that."

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, don't stop. Rub them both at the same time. Take them all the way into your strong hands. I like that."

"Are you getting wet?"

"I'm very wet; you are really turning me on."

"I decided to bring it back to instruction instead of pure passion which is where I thought this was leading. I did not want to cheat on Heather and my dick was starting to take over my brain. 

"Do you see how intimate conversation takes love making to a new level? It excites the mind as much as the genitals."

"Oh, yes I am very excited right now."

As she said this, I noticed that her hand had drifted under her underwear and she was rubbing her clit. I whispered my next comment,

"OK, now bring it down a little bit now. Focus on the relaxation."

I moved my hands to her arms and then her neck and slowed down my strokes. Michelle slowly opened her eyes and withdrew her finger from her panties. I continued to stroke her neck and hair until I think she fell asleep for a minute or two. I pulled her shirt down to cover her tits and I think that woke her. I eyes looked at me and she smiled a lazy, satisfied smile. 

"Do you feel better about tomorrow night?'

"Yeah, I guess..."

Frown lines appeared on Michelle's face and she seemed deep in thought.

"I don't think it is enough. I'm still afraid it is not enough to keep him on the right path."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to do it."

"Do what?"

"I want you to trim my pussy. Chris makes such a big deal about it and I want to do it for him. That will keep him faithful."

"Really, it's not that hard. Just give it a try when you take your bath tonight."

"I would love to but I have tried and tried and I cannot make myself do it. Believe me it will be very embarrassing to have you do it and I would love to do it myself but I know I can't. Please do this for me."

"I don't know."

"This is my marriage. I can't trust that slut to leave my husband alone so I can't have any doubts in his mind who is best for him. This is the one thing that has come between us. Please do this for us."

"Mickey, I don't know about this."

"The name is Michelle and I really need you now. Please do this for me. It will make my transformation complete."

"OK, Michelle. I guess we have to do this now as Chris is coming back tomorrow. Do you have some scissors and a razor?"

"Stay right there. I go get everything we need."

I had to stay right here because I was in disbelief as to what was about to transpire. I kept running this through my mind trying to make sense of how I got to the point where I was going to shave my wife's friend's pussy. I decided to go to the bathroom and get myself together. I splashed my face with some cold water and stared at the mirror. I kept telling myself to be professional and not to get carried away with the sexuality of the moment. But, I was going to shave her pussy! This is my weak spot. I have always been very turned on about shaving a woman. Heather has never let me do it so Michelle will be my first. I probably shouldn't tell her that. I walked back to the family room and was determined now to keep it together.

Michelle had returned and had set up a TV table next to the massage table with two sizes of scissors, razor, shaving cream and a bucket of warm water. I asked Michelle to get on the table and place her butt on the towel I had laid out across the massage table. 

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, please do this before I chicken out."

I started by removing her white cotton thong. Immediately, I smelled her excitement. I could not even see her pussy lips for all the light brown curly hair. I ran my hand over the mound of hair to feel the texture. It was about what I expected; a briar patch of thick pubic hair. I decided that I must just start hacking away at the bulk of the hair with the scissors before I could even think about shaving anything with the razor. I grabbed the larger silver metal scissors and looked up at Michelle.

"Well, here goes."

I proceeded to take sections of hair in between my two fingers and snip just above them to remove tufts of hair at one time. I started on the far right closest to me and worked my way from top to bottom. My immediate goal was to just cut it down to a half inch or so to see what I was working with. I was careful to leave the area above her clit a little longer as she may want to keep a bit of hair above her pussy. The area above her clit was denser and there was this little swirl of hair that covered her clit. As I cut this hair I was very careful not to cut her but also to get all the hair off of her clit. When I worked on this area it was inevitable that I would have to touch her clit which was now exposed to my view. Her little nub was fully out of its hood and my touch was surely exciting Michelle. I looked up for a second and her eyes were completely closed and her chest was rising and falling as her breathing was fast and loud.

"Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah, this is a very sensitive area and I am getting a little excited."

I ignored the sexual connotation of this comment and replied.

"It will be very exciting when you see the completed work. I'm sorry I'm so slow. There is a lot of hair down here and I'm trying to be very careful."

With that I put some pressure on her clit with my middle finger and it slid down a bit because her clit was now slick with pussy juice. Michelle breathed in very deeply and let out a big breath. I moved on to the left side of the massage table and finished the left side of her pussy. Her pussy lips were now coming into view a bit but I had to remove the pile of pussy hair that I had cut off. The amount of pussy hair that was now in my hands was amazing. I had to make two trips to the waste basket to throw it away. 

I took a good look when I returned to the massage table and it was quite a sight. Michelle's pussy was wet and her entire slit was covered with cut hair sticking to her juice. I thought about how to remove it in a professional manner but could not come up with any ideas so I just took my index finger and started at the top and moved my finger the entire length of her pussy lips to remove the hair. I had to do this several times to get it all and Michelle was wiggling the more I touched her. I decided that there must be a lot of hair on her clit so I took it between my fingers and squeezed it several times. There really wasn't much hair on her clit but I knew she didn't know that so I touched her longer than necessary. I enjoyed it and I know Michelle enjoyed it as she arched her back and raised her butt off of the table to meet my fingers. She was having an orgasm so I kept squeezing until I felt she was finished. She collapsed on the table. I continued to sweep off the hair with the palm of my hand and made my plans for attacking the rest of this job. I probably could have shaved from here but decided that a closer cut was necessary. I also thought that it would prolong the procedure and let me touch her more.

"OK, I got all the long hair but I have to cut a little closer to get ready for shaving."

I grabbed the smaller scissors and brought them right against her skin. I started cutting the hair as close to her body as possible. This afforded me a lot of freedom in touching her. At first I worked on the area between her legs and her pussy but eventually I moved to her pussy lips so my fingers regularly came in contact with her wet pussy. There were times that I had to grab her pussy lips to cut the hair on her. As I cut more and more hair, my view improved. Her pussy was beautiful. She had full outside lips that were engorged giving them a pink color. I was surprised to see no inside lips poking out but her clit was still erect and wet. I had completed the close cutting and decided to get the conversation going to break the tension.

"Time for shaving; I hope I can get my hand to stop quivering long enough to handle this. Have you thought about if you want to leave any hair on top?"

"What do you think?"

"I love a smooth shaved pussy but it is nice to keep a little tuft of hair above your pussy. I left enough in that area so you could leave a patch. I guess that would be my recommendation."

"You can see better than I can. I'll take your recommendation. You are the stylist."

"Here comes the shaving cream."

I took my hand and dipped it into the warm water and cupped up some water. I held it over her crotch and slowly dripped it onto her pussy. She jumped a little bit when it hit her. I next added the shaving cream to the right side of her pussy. I was careful to rub it in thoroughly for both of our enjoyment. I was not kidding about my hand shaking because when I grabbed the razor, my hand would not stay still. I decided to rest my hand on her leg to steady it and that worked pretty well. As I shaved off the thick hair I had to use my left hand to hold down the skin. As I moved towards her pussy lips my hand began to rest in her slit. I decided to add a new dimension and slipped first one than two fingers into her pussy. They slid in easily as she was very moist. At first I kept them very still but as I became more confident in my shaving, I started to push my fingers in and out slightly as I used the razor. I was careful not to cut her and slowed down my fingers when I was in tricky areas. As I moved down closer to her ass I pushed her legs apart. I shaved all the way down to her ass cheeks but was never tempted to remove my fingers from her pussy. In fact, with new found confidence, I started using my thumb to rub her clit as I excited Michelle more and more.  

I was about finished with her right side so I took some water and used my hand to remove the rest of the shaving cream. I had left a patch of hair on top but half of her pussy was beautifully bald.

"It's really looking good. I just have the left side and you can see the new you."

I was surprised that I did not get any response from Michelle. I just saw her breathing very heavily. She had pushed her top up so her nipples were now showing and she was rubbing away at her left breast. I moved to the other side of the table and wet down her pussy and applied the shaving cream. Michelle removed her hand closest to me from her tits and replaced it with the other. As I began using the razor, I felt her hand moving up my leg. I was wearing loose sweat shorts and boxers. I concentrated on the hair line around the patch of hair we were leaving on top of her pussy as it was a smooth area with few chances for cutting her. Michelle was now rubbing the outside of my pants and making my dick as hard as a rock. I paused my shaving for a moment and stuffed two fingers into her pussy. I began rubbing her g-spot in her soaked slit. Michelle was now grabbing and stroking my naked dick from below as she had run her hand up my pant leg. Her hand was cold which only made me hotter. I love the cold feeling on my dick and was getting quite excited myself. I told myself to concentrate on her pleasure and try to forget what her hand was doing. That was only mildly successful but thankfully she had a full thrashing orgasm just before I was going to shoot my wad and she removed her hand before I made a mess in my pants. 

I saw sweat running down her forehead so I withdrew my fingers and grabbed a towel to wipe off her face. She grabbed the towel and covered her face. I returned to her pussy and spent the next couple of minutes finishing the shaving of her left side. I was relieved when I finished. I rinsed off the shaving cream and surveyed my work. The tuft of light brown hair was still a little long so I took the scissors and trimmed it a bit. I was satisfied with the look so I went to the head of the massage table and leaned down to whisper to Michelle. 

"Are you ready to see the masterpiece? You look beautiful."

I pulled the towel from her face and lifted her up to a seated position so she could get a better view.

"Oh my God; look at that. I look so naked. Do you think he will like it?"

"From a very horny guy, it's about the prettiest thing I have ever seen."

"It hurts a bit though."

"I figured it would. That area has not seen a razor for many years. Sit back and I will apply some lotion."

Michelle lay back down and I slowly rubbed lotion all over her pussy. I love a slick, smooth pussy so I spent several minutes putting more and more lotion on the area. I finished with a dab directly on her clit and rubbed it in lightly. 

Michelle's eyes were closed so I made my way to the head of the massage table and bent down and kissed her on the forehead. She rolled over on her side and faced me. She immediately grabbed for my erect penis and pulled it out of my sweat pants. I was sure she was going to stuff it into her mouth any second. I was filled with excitement and emotion and it took all the strength I had to put my dick back in my pants. I whispered to her as I stepped back.