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Bored Second Wife, Very Erotic Massage

By: hamiltonroad



On a hot summer's day, four similar couples - husbands in their fifties or early sixties, wives, second of the variety in every case, and about twenty years younger than the husbands, sat outside in the hot July sun. 

The four husbands - rich, successful - sat under a shaded canopy, playing cards around a small table. Each nursed a large ice-cold beer, periodically replenished by an attentive, quiet, white-coated waitress. Two of the four wore Hawaiian shirts and matching shorts; two had shed their shirts, displaying grey chest hair over slightly swelling stomachs.

The wives lay sunbathing on loungers, yards away, at one end of the large pool. All four had begun with bikinis; one had shed her top. They were all of the slimness and skin tone required of second wives, and each aware that their continued status in that station was dependent on maintaining that condition. None of the husbands objected to the considerable amounts of money they each spent to that end, or on their appearance and dress generally.

This scene was standard for that group. Most summers, the party rotated around the country houses of each couple, usually every other weekend; occasionally for two or three days at a time in August. The twist in the tale was that at the end of each long day, a couple of hours was devoted to sex, with changing partners. (All the houses had ample bedrooms and bathrooms.) Every participant knew the others' bodies very well, and they all enjoyed it. On one occasion, when two of the husbands had had to leave early to travel on business, their two wives simply paired up for some lesbian sex, which they later reported to their remaining two friends in some delicious detail - causing some wet panties and a great deal of food for thought!

But none of that is the subject of today's account, although perhaps we can return to it on another occasion. Here we follow a conversation between the women around the pool, and its consequence.

"I am so bored", announced Ruth. "Tom is getting less interested in sex - good luck to whoever of you gets him afterwards. He gets into bed and falls asleep most nights." (Her friend, Joanie, quickly put on her sunglasses again, not wanting to give away the fact that she and Tom had been having a secret affair for the previous year or so, featuring very satisfactory sex in and near his office - perhaps she was tiring him out?) "Plus," Ruth continued, "Since my masseur went to California, I can't even get a good massage."

Two of the other wives exchanged knowing smiles. "Ruthie, darling," whispered Cheryl, "I think we can help you there! You absolutely must try Jules at the Beach Tone Spa. He's great ... and you might find that he'll deal with the boredom issue as well!" She giggled.

So the day ended. The couples paired up, and fucked each other - first choice of partner went to the winner of the card game, and the others just seemed to fall into place. To her delight, Joanie was able to secure Tom, for a bonus session. Ruth got Joanie's husband, David, who had a large prick which he knew how to use. He was delighted at Ruth's blowjob enthusiasm, and for the first time was able to incorporate ass-play in their love-making, which excited him greatly. So everyone came down to the poolside for the evening barbeque with good appetites, and Tom - despite his preoccupation with Joanie - wondered how good the waitress would be in bed, and whether he could arrange that... 

By late evening, the party broke up, and each couple returned to their own, nearby mansions - with three out of four couples knowing that they would have steamy sex with their own partners as soon as they reached their own bedrooms. It was part of the ritual. Tom, however, fell asleep before Ruth even emerged from the shower.

So it was that first thing the following morning, Ruth called the Beach Tone Spa. "Hi, I'd like to make an appointment with Jules for a massage," she said, subconsciously putting the masseur before the massage. 

The receptionist at the Spa grinned as she took the booking. "Have you been here before, Ma'am?" she asked, guessing exactly what the answer would be.

"No, but my friend recommended Jules", Ruth replied. 

("I bet she did!" thought the receptionist, who had her own little side-deal with Jules.)

So on a Wednesday morning, Ruth drove her silver convertible sports car to the Spa. She reported to the desk, and was shown into a massage suite. "Just put on the gown", instructed the receptionist, "Jules will be in in ten minutes. The massage takes about forty minutes, and then we leave you to relax and nap until the hour is up."

Ruth stripped and put on the gown. It was quite a heavy toweling gown, and she thought that it would be difficult to massage through it. It tied by a simple belt at the waist.

She was still standing and wondering whether or not to lay down on the massage table when a door opened - no knock - and Jules walked in. He could have been a basketball star - black, well over 6'-0", with close cropped curly black hair. He wore only a pair of loose cotton pantaloons. Ruth was not prepared for this, but her body instantly reacted. Her eyes widened, her groin twinged, and her nipples hardened. "Hi, I'm Jules!" he said, unnecessarily. "Let's get you comfortable." 

He reached forward, untied the belt of her robe, and slipped it off her shoulders. Ruth stood there naked. He looked at her and motioned to her to get on the table. She quickly did so. No modesty cloths here.

For the next half hour she had a dream massage. The lights were low. The oil was applied lavishly. Jules' fingers and hands explored all of her body, pressing, stroking, delving into her joints, dissolving muscle knots and sending her into a half trance. But he didn't touch her breasts or between her thighs, although it was not long into the massage before she urgently wanted that, and every so often would slightly twist or move, as if to encourage him.

Until ...

At this stage she was on her stomach. Jules' hand massaged her side upper body, and suddenly his other hand slipped under her body and cupped her breast. His fingers stroked and kneaded, and then found her nipple. Her instinctive reaction was to lift herself up slightly to allow him easier access. He swiftly put his other hand under her body and started to manipulate her other breast. She moaned. Whatever his technique, the effect was astonishing. He turned her over onto her back, and poured some oil between her two breasts. With both hands, he spread it over her breasts and nipples, and started stroking and rolling her nipples between his fingers. She was in ecstasy, with the pent-up horniness finding its focus. She looked at him. His face was impassive, but he continued. One of his hands left her breast and started its journey down her torso. Her cunt was dripping wet by this time. One hand lazily massaging her breasts; one lightly stroked her labia. It was agony! His hand slipped inside her lips, and two long fingers started masturbating her. She felt her orgasm coming - hoping that it would be the first of several. His magic fingers manipulated her nipple and her cunt, and she came with a long, soft moan. 

Jules turned her over on her stomach. His hand went to her thighs and buttocks. He paused for a second and Ruth thought she heard the snap of a rubber glove. She knew what that meant, and spread her legs. One hand went back in her cunt, from behind, stroking and stretching. A single finger went traveling up to her clit. She was on fire. 

But then she felt another finger stroking her cleft, and a drip, drip of something - not oil - on her bottom. It was a lubricant, and his fingers went to her anus. First one, then two. With one hand he was stroking her cunt and clit, with the other penetrating her arse. She needed nothing else, and had an explosive orgasm. When she subsided, he withdrew his fingers, and took off his glove. She was totally shattered. Jules had picked up her robe, and laid it on top of her, carefully tucking it in under her body.

"You have another twenty minutes to rest," he said - the very first, and in fact only, words he spoke the entire time. 

Ruth suddenly became aware that he had moved to the head of the table, and was standing right in front of her head. Without a word, he opened the fly of his pantaloons, and exposed his large, erect cock and his large, full balls. 

She understood.

Reaching out, and lifting her head, she licked and sucked all over his cock and balls. Then she took his cock in her mouth, and started sucking in earnest. With her two hands, she cupped his balls and stroked them gently. She carefully ran her fingernails up and down his sac, and then grasped his juicy cock with one hand and stroked hard while she was sucking. The balls showed signs of cumming, as did his heavier and heavier breathing. Suddenly, he thrust his penis deep into her mouth, and she felt his semen hitting her throat. It was not exactly what she wanted, and she quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth and allowed the last few spurts to shower her face. 

She licked him clean, and without either saying a word, closed the fly on his pantaloons, folded her arms, and put her head down to sleep.

Definitely an experience to be repeated, and definitely not boring...

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