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My Massage

By: PDumbledore



This story is a work of pure fiction. I would appreciate any and all e-mail on what you would have to say. Any suggestions would also be appreciated.

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Damn my back was killing me. Working on cars, and the concrete floor all day didn’t exactly help. So on my way home I called my good friend Angie who was a hairdresser by trade, but gave some hellacious body massages.

“Angie hun, can you do me a big favor? My back is killing me and I was wondering if you could come over tonight and give me one of your wonderful massages. I will pay you whatever it takes.”

“Ok Jon. You don’t owe me anything, but a good home cooked meal would do,” she laughed back.

“No problem. Dinner will be ready about 6:30. Thanks Angie.”

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Angie got to my apartment around 6:15 with her massage oils while I was still cooking dinner. I gave her a big hug and fixed her a big glass of ice tea. I am a single white male who has basically kept to myself most of my life. I do have some friends but not many. I had known Angie for years and she is one of my closest friends. But many people didn’t like our friendship. A combination of living in the deep south and her being black are the biggest contributors to that. 

Angie is tall, standing at about 6’1”, weighs in at about 165, and is 29 years old. She has a very beautiful angelic face and long, straight, shiny brown hair that reminds me of silk She also has some nice, long shapely legs. But what stands out about her the most, which she hides with baggy clothes, are her DD tits that do not sag at all. She doesn’t have a model figure, but she still looks good. She works out during her spare time so she keeps herself in good shape. 

My name is Jon and I stand flat-footed at 6’6”, weigh in at 250, and am 31. I am not the drop dead gorgeous Hollywood type, but at times my looks do drop me into a deep depression. I have black hair and black unreadable eyes, but I have a scar that goes from my left ear to the corner of my mouth. This I received from a motorcycle accident a few years back. I haven’t been on a date since then because it drove most people away. I try to keep myself in shape also, but a nagging back injury has been bothering me off and on for about a month. I finally got tired of it when I called Angie.

I fixed her some boneless chicken breast and egg noodles with mustard sauce and carrots. We talked of small things while we ate and then she helped me with dishes. Angie decided the best place to give me the massage would be on my full size bed, so I took my shirt off and laid face down on the bed.

“You know Jon you look pretty tense. What you need is a full body massage. Go ahead and get completely undressed and cover yourself with a towel. Yell, when you are ready.” Angie then left the room. 

She had never asked me to do this before so I thought about it for a few seconds and then got undressed. Once I was laying face down again with a towel covering my ass I called for Angie.

When she came back in she turned the light off so the room was plunged into darkness except for the lights coming in from outside. I turned to say something to her, but she spoke before I did.

“You can relax better with the light off.”

I just closed my eyes and laid there. 

When the bed sagged I knew that she had gotten on. Then I felt the warm oil on my back and breathed a sigh of relief. Angie started working the oil into my back and working on my hard muscles trying to loosen them up. She worked from my neck down to my waist and back up again a few times. She kept this up for about 15 minutes and then I felt her hands on my right leg. She worked from the back of my thighs down to my feet and toes and back. Each time that she came up she would get closer and closer to my ass. After another 15 minutes she went to the left leg. She worked this one the same way and kept getting closer to my ass. When she got done with the left leg she pulled the towel off of me.

“Angie!” I tried to protest.

“I told you to relax, so relax.”

I was going to say something else, but felt some oil being poured on my ass cheeks and Angie started to massage them. I was a little tense at first but started to relax again. This was starting to feel real good. She was really working my ass now and every now and then she would run her fingers down my crack. Angie moved my legs apart a little bit and was actually kneading my balls lightly. She had never done this before and I was starting to get turned on. My dick was between the mattress and my stomach and I could start feeling it getting hard. 

“Turn over Jon.”

“Angie, I ....”

“Turn over Jon.”

“I need the towel.”

“You will not need the towel. Just turn over.”

I slowly turned over on my back. I could see from the light outside that Angie was as naked as the day she was born. Damn she looked good. My dick got even harder.

I went to reach for her tits and dark brown, silver dollar size tips. She slapped my hands away.

“You are suppose to be relaxing.”

“How can I relax when I have a naked goddess like you in front of me.”

Angie straddled my legs and poured some more oil on my chest. She started to work on my chest and talking at the same time.

“I am no goddess. My tits are too big and the only reason I go to the gym is because I’m too fat.”

“You are not fat. You are a very beautiful person.”

“Don’t joke like that Jon. You know I don’t like it and I am not beautiful.”

“I am not joking. You are a beautiful person. I am ugly. Just look at this damn scar that I have. I can rent this face out to scare kids. I will say again, you are a very beautiful person.”

Neither one of us said anything for awhile, and then Angie started to work on the front of my legs. Again she started to work on my nuts and massaged them. My dick that had started to go flaccid got hard again. Angie started to focus more on my nuts and dick. While her left hand was massaging my balls, her right took hold of my dick and slowly started to stroke it. I couldn’t help myself and let out a soft moan. Angie’s touch was very soft and she worked very slow. Next thing I knew she bent over and took the head of my dick into her mouth. 

“Oh my god,” I managed to moan.

Angie kept just the head in her mouth and started to circle the crown with her tongue. She would also run her tongue over my urethra and taste the pre cum that was freely flowing. When she had the head moist, she slowly started to take more of my dick into her mouth and throat. She was taking her time and took about two minutes to get the full length in. When she started working me in and out, she was still going slow and was running her tongue on the underside. When she would get back to the head she would circle the head again and lick up more pre cum. I had never had it done this good and it was driving me crazy. The suction alone felt like she was going to suck everything out of me. If there was anyway you could suck that much talked about golf ball through a garden hose I am sure Angie could have. After a few more minutes of this I could feel my balls starting to tighten and knew I was close. Angie lightly pulled on my balls to stretch the sack out and the need to cum diminished, but my dick was still rock hard. When she took my dick out of her mouth, it came out with an audible pop. Angie then slowly started to lightly kiss my stomach and work her way up. Then we kissed for the first time that evening. 

“Hmmmmm, girl you don’t know what you are doing to me.”

“You have always been nice to me and I wanted to thank you. But I never knew exactly how to till you called me earlier.”

“Just a simple thank you would have done hun.”

“I know, but I wasn’t sure how to approach you. On my way over here I decided that I wanted to do this, and when I had you get fully undressed, I got undressed myself.”

“Well dear, you have thanked me, but I have one more question.”

“What’s that?”

“You going to finish what you started?”

“If you want to I can, but I want you to do something for me.”

While she said that, she sat up and slid up my chest till her wet snatch was right in front of my face. I saw that she was completely shaven and that she was already a little wet. I stuck my tongue out and ran it up her outside fold just as slow as she sucked on my cock. She shivered and had a small mini orgasm. 

“Please keep going Jon.”

I reached up, grabbed her ass with both hands and dove in. I pushed my tongue straight into her pussy and went to town. I licked the inside, the outside, chewed on her pussy lips, and every now and then I would nip at her clit. She had two more mini orgasms till I decided to work her up to a big one. I slowly started to lick from her rectum up to her clit. When I would get to her clit I would stop just short of it. Angie would grind her pussy into my face but I would never touch her clit. After about 10 minutes she started to really moan. I reach around and started to massage her rectum opening. Angie really started to move around and moan even louder. Her juices had flowed down her crack and lubed up my finger real good. Without given her a notice or saying anything, I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit onto it. At the same time I shoved my finger all the way up her ass.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh mmmyyyyyyyyyyy Ggggggoooooodddddd. I’m cccccccccuuuummmiiiiiiiinnnngggggg.”

And cum she did. Angie had to put her hands up against the wall to brace herself so she didn’t fall over and came steady for a good three minutes. When she would start to come down from her high I would stick my tongue up her pussy while still biting her clit and she would start to orgasm again. After about five monster orgasms I let her go and she fell over onto the bed where she started to hyperventilate. I rolled over to make sure she was okay.

“Relax hun, relax. Just breathe.”

“Oh ...... my ...... God ...... I have ...... never ...... had an ...... orgasm ...... like ...... that ...... before. That ...... was ...... something .... I will .... never forget.”

By the time she was done, she wasn’t gasping as much and had calmed down quite a bit.

“How is your back feeling?” 

“Damn girl. You scared the shit out of me and all you care about is my back.”

“Well, how is it feeling?”

“It is still a little sore but it is better.”

“Good, because I want that white dick of yours inside of me.”

Angie rolled me on my back, pumped my dick till it was hard, and then straddled my lap with my dick pointed at her black love channel. Slowly she slid down on top of me. She didn’t move till she got used to my dick being in her and then started to ride me. 

Damn she was tight. She took her time and used her pussy muscles to keep a steady grip on my dick. She didn’t speed up or slow down. She kept up a slow, steady ride up and down on me. The slowness was driving me crazy. Without dislodging Angie, I turned her over on her back and put her legs up on my shoulders. I didn’t take my time with her like she did with me. I pounded into her as hard as I could time and time again. Every time I pounded in she screamed.

“Oh ...... oh ...... oh ...... fuck ...... me ...... fuck ......me ...... more ...... more ......fuck ...... me.”

The more I pounded into her the louder she got. I am sure my neighbors heard but I didn’t give a damn. I was going to fuck the hell out of her.

I didn’t want to shot my load quite yet so I pulled out of her. Angie then started to beg me to put it back in.

“Fuck me Jon, fuck me now. I want it and I want it hard.”

I rolled her over onto her stomach and picked her ass up in the air. I didn’t even take it slow. I got behind her and slammed my dick straight into her, and she screamed into my pillow.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me harddddddddddddddd.”

I slammed into her harder and harder. Pistoning my dick into her wet pussy so fast that it was a blur. I wanted her to cum with me and with a magnitude of what she had before. I slowed down just a bit and reached around with my right hand and played with her clit while I was getting my fingers nice and wet again. 

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh shit I’m cuming againnnnnnnnnnnnnn,” Angie yelled. 

Damn she was cuming like a geyser. I took my pussy juice fingers and started to massage her rectum again. When she calmed down I pushed my finger into her ass and she orgasmed again, but not as intense. I pumped her ass with the same intensity of my dick going in and out of her pussy. She was so wet that you could hear my dick making a wet sound every time I slammed in. I was pounding both her pussy and ass as fast as I could. I could tell that she was getting to have another monster orgasm.

“Want me to cum with the Angie?” I managed to gasp out.

“Yes .... cum .... in .... my .... black .... pussy .... now.”

I kept pounding into her, felt my balls tighten up and knew that I was about to blow at any minute. When I knew it was time, I jammed two fingers into her ass and slammed my dick into her one last time and started yelling.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ssssssshhhhhhhiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt.”

When Angie felt me cuming hard into her and my two fingers up her ass she started having another monster orgasm. She screamed into the pillows and I could feel her body convulsing like crazy. 

I was cuming so much that some of it actually started to leak past the tight seal that my dick and her pussy made. 

When Angie’s legs went out form underneath her and she brought me down with her still buried in her pussy. I knew that she had passed out so I wrapped my arm around her, grabbed hold of one of her tits and went to sleep myself. 

My Massage



Growing old is not for sissies. I lay on my belly on the urologist's table with the nurse's strong index finger up my ass massaging my prostate and my useless pecker hanging down and swinging over an emesis basin put there to catch the juice. It was Wednesday afternoon and like every Wednesday afternoon my boggy prostate was taking punishment it didn't deserve because my pecker couldn't get hard enough to fuck.

Doc Prentiss had explained the whole thing to me last year after I had tried sildenafil, vardenafil, tadalafil, and every other damn 'fil with no results. He offered to try a penis pump or possibly a plastic rod to stiffen my pecker but how can a man fuck with that kind of hardware. And Jesus! Surgery on my pecker! No way!

"The prostate makes most of the juice for the semen," Doc had explained. "The testicles only make the sperm. The semen is stored in the seminal vesicles until you ejaculate and then the juice from the prostate refills the seminal vesicles. If you don't ejaculate, then that juice just stays in your prostate and the pressure builds up as your prostate makes more juice. That's what causes the pain."

"I understand all that Doc but I can't get it up to fuck."

"Then you need to masturbate."

"Doc I can't jack off with a soft dick. I just can't."

"Okay," he had said and then as though pronouncing a sentence he added, "If you don't want surgery so you can have sex then your prostate needs to be massaged every week. Otherwise it will get big and boggy and very painful."

That day was the first time I got a prostatic massage and it did relieve the pain but the Doc's big finger left me with a very sore asshole. From then on his nurse, Wanda, did the honors. Wanda was married to the Doc and worked in the office part time.

You have to get used to having a gal's finger up your ass for the better part of an hour working on your prostate while your pecker and testicles hang down through a gap in the table to let an emesis basin catch the thick, white, sticky drippings.

This is not the best way to spend Wednesday afternoon when you know the other guys are on the golf course. It's also not the best way to get that thick creamy stuff out of your pecker but the days when I got it out the old fashioned way are long gone.

My wife Zelda and I live in a great retirement community called Broken Tree just off I-75 north of Orlando, Florida. Money is no problem. Weather is no problem. Making friends is no problem. It's my asshole that's the problem, or rather that pesky gland a finger length up my asshole. That gland had contributed to a lot of fun since I was sixteen but now it was getting old, just like me.

Wanda's finger was a lot softer than the Doc's and better than that she gave out more information than Fox News. She had sources of information that made her a lot of fun to talk to.

"You've been over to that strip joint just off the Interstate again," she said accusingly continuing to massage my prostate.

She was talking about a club where one stripper after another danced twenty-fours a day and sex toys and dirty videos were sold in an adjacent store. It was very popular with the truckers - probably because some of the gals worked the truck parking lot when they were not on stage. It was also popular with some of us old farts who were reminded of our younger years by all that naked flesh.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Dusty was in here this morning with an aching prostate, just like yours. Jason you need to understand that staring at naked women is not good for guys with boggy prostates who can't get it up to get it out the regular way."

She was talking about my golfing buddy. His real name wasn't "Dusty" but with a last name like Rhodes, Dusty was a natural moniker.

"You wanna look at naked women you gotta get your peter fixed. Doc does that for a lot of guys," Wanda said.

"I ain't gonna have no damn plastic rod stuck in my peter," I said. I was scared to death of Doc cutting on my peter.

Wanda laughed and reached down and squeezed my pecker softly as it swung below the table.

"The regular size wouldn't fit this big dick of yours anyway," she said. "They'll have to make a special oversized one."

"Stop playing with my pecker you horny old bitch," I said.

I winced in pain as her finger pressed down hard on my prostate.

"Ouch! God Dammit!" I yelled.

"You gotta remember honey that when someone's got their finger up your ass you shouldn't call them dirty names," she said laughing and continuing to squeeze my pecker gently.

"I'm sure Zelda misses this thing a lot," she said. "By the way Jason, how's Zelda getting along? I mean is she ... well ... you know ... happy?"

Oh shit, I thought. That tone of voice! She said happy rather than satisfied but satisfied is what she meant. She knows. Dammit she knows everything. She knows my old business partner Tony Rizzo is fuckin my wife Zelda. She probably even knows he fucks her every Wednesday afternoon while I'm getting my prostate massaged.

Wanda continued to massage my prostate as I mumbled some answer and my mind flashed back to last year. I was trying all those damn medicines without any effect on my pecker and I hadn't fucked Zelda in a long time and she was horny as hell. She urged me to have the surgery and I said I didn't want to.

It wasn't an argument. It was an adult discussion but she let me know in no uncertain terms that she was fifty-eight years old and she needed to get laid at least once a week. She needed it and she was gonna get it -- as simple as that.

What could I say? There was nothing I could say. I just nodded my head. She knew and I knew that this nod gave her my permission to get her problem taken care of.

Zelda thought about it for a week and then told me she had decided that Tony was the guy she wanted to solve her problem. He was my best friend and she figured he'd be the "safest." That was a shocker for me but what could I say? Before I had a chance to say anything she spoke with him privately.

Tony was my age, sixty-four, my ex-partner, and we had both retired after we sold our business four years previously. We discovered the retirement community whose symbol was a shapely tree damaged by a lightning strike and we both bought houses for cash with the proceeds from the sale of our company. Broken Tree turned out to be a great place to live.

After my wife spoke privately with Tony he talked to his wife. Tony's wife had some pelvic problems that caused dyspareunia and as far as she was concerned it was great that he was gonna be fuckin Zelda instead of her. She and Zelda were old friends anyway and somehow it just seemed right.

But Tony insisted on talking to me. He said he wanted to hear me say it. This didn't seem right but the two of us had a meeting at the club. We sat silently and finished a glass of Macallan -- both of us thinking about what was gonna happen between him and Zelda.

Finally he asked, "Did Zelda tell you that she talked to me?"

I nodded.

"Did she tell you what she asked me to do?"

I nodded again. I was having trouble maintaining eye contact. This guy was gonna fuck my wife and he wanted to hear me say I was okay with that. I was NOT okay with that but Zelda had not given me a choice.

Then he grinned and said, "Your wife wants to fuck Jason. She says she needs it and she asked me to fuck her. Fuck her ... you know ... regular."

I lost eye contact. I almost lost my mind. I stared down at the table. He didn't have to say it that way. He could have been nice to me. He knew I had already told Zelda it was okay. He coulda been more subtle. But shit! How do you talk subtle about fucking your buddy's wife?

"Is it okay with you if I fuck her?" Tony asked.

I nodded my head yes as I stared down at the table.

Tony chuckled and asked, "You care how much I fuck her?"

Zelda had said once a week but I didn't have much to say about this whole thing. I shook my head no, still staring at the table. This was bad. Was he gonna make it worse?

"Your wife is real horny Jason. You haven't fucked her in a year! She wants to start out fuckin one afternoon a week. But that pussy is peter hungry. I think she'll want more than that after we get started. Would several times a week be okay?"

He didn't have to say it that way. He coulda been nice. I nodded my head, still staring at the table, unable to speak. He was not making this easy for me. Was my old friend just having fun with me?

"We're gonna do it at your place in your bedroom. I mean my place won't work. I don't want my wife to have to listen to me pounding some horny bitch all afternoon. Is your place okay?"

My gut was starting to hurt. He just called my wife a horny bitch. The bastard was teasing me - having fun with me. But there was nothing I could do about it. I nodded my head again, helplessly. He thought fucking my wife in my own bed was funny.

"Look at me Jason. I'm doin you a favor. We both know she needs to get fucked and you can't fuck her with your floppy peter. Look at me dammit."

Doing me a favor? Shit! I tried to raise my head but it was very difficult to look at his face. He was grinning at me. The bastard was having fun!

"I want to hear you say it Jason."

My throat was tight. I swallowed, not sure I could speak. 

"It's okay," I mumbled.

He looked at me dominantly. He was in charge now. I had always been sort of the senior partner but that was clearly no longer the case. I just sat there totally helpless. Have your fun you bastard, I thought. There's not a damn thing I can do about it -- not with my impotence and Zelda's needs.

"I want you to look at me and say it straight out Jason. Plain and clear! So there's no misunderstanding between us about what I'm gonna be doing to your wife -- doin regular."

You bastard, I thought. You're having fun tormenting me. Zelda wants to fuck and I gotta let you hear me say it. So finally I looked him in the eye and said it.

"It's okay to fuck my wife Tony. Fuck her as much as she wants."

He grinned - a dominant grin that told me I was in trouble. That was not the last time I was gonna see that grin.

The arrangements had all been very "adult" and very "mature." Grown-ups talking to each other and working things out. But for me it wasn't anything like adult or mature.

My wife asked me if I wanted to know any of the details about what she and Tony did. She said she didn't want to sneak around or keep secrets and I was her husband and had a right to know. Oh my God I thought. Only a pervert would want to hear about positions and orgasms and oral sex and the number of times they did this or that and ... Jesus! Of course I said no.

I didn't let Zelda know it but this was driving me crazy with jealousy. Of course Tony knew how I felt and he was having fun laughing at me. He had that superior feeling a guy gets when he's banging another guy's wife and she wants it and likes it and the poor guy knows it but can't do a damn thing about it.

Weeks went by and I had no idea what that bastard was doin to my wife until quite by accident I got a clue. Actually more than a clue.

Zelda always changed the sheets Wednesday afternoon so when I got home they were in the washing machine. One day she was a little late and I saw the sheets in the laundry room. Feeling like a bad little boy I checked the bottom one and found three big wet spots. Feeling like a pervert I buried my face in one of them and inhaled. The familiar musty, masculine smell of semen flooded my senses.

Three loads I thought. Jesus! He's pumping three loads into my wife every Wednesday afternoon. He's a stud! I'd seen that bastard in the shower at the club. His thick, uncircumcised phallus and huge testicles hanging low like the balls on a bull were swinging slowly as he lathered soap on his hairy belly. I shuddered every time I thought about what my wife was getting. Every time I thought about them together the memory of that hairy body and that big swinging meat popped into my head.

I had that thought now as Wanda massaged my prostate. I think Wanda could read my thoughts. Her finger on my prostate worked steadily and very softly.

"I think it's about to drain out now," she said. "I'm gonna milk you down a little."

I felt her thumb and forefinger squeeze my dick and milk out the fluid into the emesis basin. I looked down and saw the thick, creamy liquid dripping into the pan. Jesus! There was a lot of it. My prostate had been full but it was already starting to feel better. Wanda was much better at this than Doc -- soft hands, gentle fingers. She just worked that stuff out of me real easily.

"Just relax Jason," she said as she milked my dick. "It's draining out now. There's a lot of it. Naked girls do that to a prostate. Prostates just don't know any better. They're only getting ready for what's supposed to happen next."

"Yeah but naked girls are fun to look at," I said. "They bring back memories even if nothing happens next."

"You are better off not having those memories Jason. They're bad for your prostate. Why not let Doc fix your peter? It'll help."

If she had asked that question once she had asked it a dozen times. She seemed to think it was her duty to get me under the knife. She kept telling me it was real minor surgery but I figured nothing was minor that involved cutting on my pecker.

I didn't answer her question.

"What's new at the club?" I asked.

"Same ole same ole," she said. "Bridge club is doing well. We have four regular tables now. The girls are talking about the usual thing -- who is doing who. Or maybe I should say who is doing whom."

"From the way they gossip you'd think there was an endless supply of peter hungry pussy -- every one of them postmenopausal and soaked in estrogen cream to keep 'em soft and moist. The girls exaggerate but there really is a lot of action. Not all the guys have floppy dicks like yours and there are a lot of gals loaded up with estrogen cream. There's a mismatch for sure -- more gals than guys - but every week it seems I hear about another affair."

"Any names?" I asked eagerly.

"Oh they name names but that's just for the girls to know. It's treason to tell any of the guys."

"That's no fun," I said.

"Guys don't know how to handle that kind of stuff. They find out a gal is fuckin somebody and the next thing you know they're like ... well ... you know ... wanting to stand in line. For most gals, fuckin is kinda private -- just between her and the guy she's humpin."

"What about Rusty's wife Gloria?" I asked. "I've heard some rumors about her."

Wanda began to laugh and nod her head.

"Well of course Gloria is a special case," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Gloria fucks a lot of guys and she doesn't sneak around. Rusty has caught her in bed lots of times with one of his golfing buddies."

"You mean he just walked in on her fucking?" I asked shocked.

"That's happened a lot. He comes back from a round of golf and finds her in bed, legs wrapped around a buddy of his who's in the saddle pounding away."

"My God! What does he do?"

"He opens a beer, sits down in the living room, and waits for the guy to finish her off. Gloria is not a screamer so he can watch the golf channel undisturbed."

"Jesus! He's never said a word to me."

Wanda chuckled, "He tells ME about it when I'm squeezing the juice out of his prostate. But you wouldn't expect him to brag to another guy about a wife with a peter-friendly pelvis?"

"Why does he stay with her?"

"She's in her forties with a great body to play with and every now and then she gives him a blowjob."

"A blowjob?" I said surprised. "A blowjob with a floppy dick?"

"Yeah a blowjob. It's no fun but you can suck off a guy with a soft peter. I don't need to do that with my husband's functioning package, but it can be done."

"That's news to me. Why does Gloria stay with Dusty?"

Wanda chuckled softly, "Simple. He's seventy-one, she's his only heir, his heart's not what it once was, and Rusty's got more money than God."

"And," I added, "Gloria gets to fuck anybody she wants to."

"Yeah, that too," Wanda said.

"Well," I said, "it's no secret that a lot of fuckin is going on at Broken Tree. But not by me - that's for damn sure."

I tried to laugh but it didn't come out right. I wondered if "the girls" knew about Zelda and Tony. I would hate to think about them laughing and gossiping about my wife and my former business partner. What was happening every Wednesday afternoon was dominating my thoughts. The picture of that hairy bastard naked in the shower at the club kept popping into my head always followed immediately by the picture of that man's hairy body pounding away between my wife's wide spread legs, his huge testicles slapping her in the ass.

A week or so later Wanda was once again talking about the bridge club gossip. She was massaging my prostate as usual and I worked up the courage to ask her directly.

"Any talk about me?"

Wanda paused a full minute. I could tell she was trying to decide whether to talk to me about this.

"The girls know you're over here every Wednesday afternoon getting your prostate worked on. They haven't said anything but I'm sure they know you got a floppy dick."

"Any talk about Zelda?" I asked softly, scared of what the answer might be.

"Well ... you know ... I don't want to ... you know." Wanda mumbled.

"Tell me Wanda," I said firmly. "I can take it."

"The girls have noticed that Tony is at your place a lot," she said.

I felt a sudden pain in my gut. But I had to know.

"A lot? What do you mean a lot?" I asked.

Again Wanda paused.

'Tell me!" I insisted.

"Okay Jason. Remember you asked for this," Wanda said. "He's there all afternoon every Wednesday and he makes short visits several times each week while you're playing golf."

Short visits, I thought. Shit! What did that mean?

"Short visits?" I asked.

"Yeah. Like ... you know ... like he's stopping by for a quickie while you're out on the golf course."

Oh shit! Zelda changes the sheets every Wednesday but not at other times. What did all this mean? It was clear to me that Wanda knew that Tony was fuckin my wife every Wednesday. She kept on massaging my prostate. This is humiliating I thought. My useless dick is hanging down. I'm not a man any more. I need to know. Nothing's private with Wanda any more. I spoke straight out.

"Zelda changes the sheets every Wednesday before I get home."

Wanda chuckled, "I figured as much. Have you been a bad little boy and checked out those dirty sheets?"

Bad little boy! Shit!

"Yeah I checked," I said sullenly.

"And you found?"

"Three wet spots," I said so softly she didn't understand till I repeated it.

Then Wanda laughed -- a loud and happy laugh.

"Three loads! He's pumpin three loads? No wonder Zelda has a smile on her face every Wednesday night at the club. The kind of smile a woman only gets when she has a satisfied pelvis. But you better believe she's getting more than just those three loads on Wednesday."

"Quickies?" I asked.

"Quickies while you're playing golf," Wanda answered.

"But she doesn't change the sheets," I said. "And there are no wet spots."

Wanda chuckled again. Then she gave a soft, sexy laugh.

"You know what that means."

"I don't know what that means," I said, realizing how pathetic and helpless I sounded. "Please Wanda. Tell me."

Wanda laughed again. This was funny to her but not to me. I felt the juice dripping out of me now and Wanda was milking my peter softly to get that stuff out into the basin. I looked down. Shit! Like always there was a lot of it!

Wanda almost whispered, "It means she's blowing him Jason. Blowin him or fuckin him and then takin his load back on her tonsils. That's what a woman would do who needs to fuck and doesn't want to leave a wet spot in the bed. When you kiss her after golf do you taste fresh mouthwash?"




My Massage



It hit me in the gut! I'd been tasting Listerine when I kissed her almost every time I came back from a round of golf. I'd been kissing a mouth that only minutes before had swallowed a big load of jism. Shit! That bastard was feedin his jism to my wife! A picture flooded my brain of that hairy bastard holding Zelda's head in two hands and pumping that big uncircumcised cock in and out of her mouth.

I felt my asshole tighten up on Wanda's finger and my testicles lift up high in my scrotum as my whole body reacted to the discovery that my buddy Tony was fuckin my wife several times a week - banging what had to be a very eager pussy. And she was suckin him off. Shit! It was HER idea and I couldn't do a damn thing about it.

Wanda felt my reaction and said softly, "Try to relax Jason. You knew she was fuckin him. You just didn't know how often. It's gonna be okay. It'll be okay."

It was a Wednesday night several weeks later.

Like every Wednesday night Zelda and I had dinner at the club.

And like every Wednesday night Tony gets me a 12 year old Macallan from the bar and brings it over to our table.

And like every Wednesday night I say, "Thank you Tony."

And like every Wednesday night he looks at Zelda, winks at her, and then grins at me and very slowly replies, "Happy to do it for you Jason. It's my pleasure."

That grin said it all. I wasn't thanking him for the whisky. I was thanking him for fucking my wife. And when he replied, "Happy to do it for you. It's my pleasure," we both knew what he was happy to do and what he had found pleasurable -- fuckin my wife!

And he was laughing about it. Just a couple of hours out of the saddle and laughing about fuckin her! And I couldn't do a damn thing about it because my wife wanted to fuck him. And he knew it.

As I sipped my drink I glanced over at the bar and saw Doc Prentiss and his wife sitting there. Wanda was staring at me intently. Then she smiled and nodded her head. Shit! That nosey bitch had just figured out my interchange with Tony. She was gonna remind me of it next Wednesday when she had her finger up my ass.

And she did!

As she gently massaged my prostate, seemingly out of the blue, she says, "Tony seems a bit full of himself don't you think?"

"He has a reason to be," I replied. "And you know exactly what it is."

She paused a moment and then asked, "Does it bother you? Him fuckin your wife's brains out I mean."

"It bothers me," I said.

"Then why don't you have the operation Doc wants to do?"

"I don't want a plastic rod in my peter," I said with determination. "And I'm ... well ... I'm real scared of somebody cutting on it."

She reached down and squeezed my pecker softly.

"Your peter will be much more user-friendly after that operation."

"Why the hell do you care about it?" I asked angrily.

She ignored my angry outburst. She was accustomed to childish behavior. Men with floppy dicks tended to get childish.

"Look Jason," she said in a soft motherly tone. "Your best friend is fuckin your wife -- fuckin her brains out. He's been fuckin her regular several times a week for months. She wants to fuck him because she needs to fuck and you can't get it up. She needs those orgasms. She needs to feel her pelvic muscles clamp down on something big and hard that's pounding in and out of her."

"She loves you and she would much prefer it was YOU fuckin her -- not Tony. Your so-called best friend is having a ball. He's laughing at you and even making you say 'Thank you' every Wednesday night."

"You're not thanking him for the scotch. He's making you thank him for fucking your wife. And you know it. And Tony knows it. And more importantly your wife knows it, as she sits right there watching him grin at you. And it's tearing you apart on the inside. Get your damn peter fixed!"

"I'll think about it," I said sullenly.

She usually quit after I said that but this time Wanda didn't quit.

"Think harder Jason. Think about this. This very minute as we speak Tony is in your own bed fuckin your wife! Zelda's naked and sweating and grunting. Listen! You can almost hear that wet slapping sound when their bodies come together! You can almost hear those wet squishy sounds that a horny pussy makes when it's getting what it needs."

Oh shit! Suddenly I saw that picture in my head and I heard those sounds. Dammit Wanda shut up, I thought. Just shut up! But she didn't shut up.

"Think about those big tits bouncing around because she's pumping her ass working for an orgasm with that cocky bastard -- those lovely legs of hers wrapped around that hairy bastard's waist. Or maybe she's doin him cowboy and those tits are hanging down in his face and he's playing with 'em. But make no mistake about it Jason, whether she's on the top or on the bottom your wife is pumping her ass this very minute because she needs that hard dick he's giving her right now."

"She's horny. She needs a hard one for her pussy to clamp down on and Jason you ain't got what she needs. It's as simple as that. And tonight at the club you're gonna thank that bastard again for fucking your wife. Get your peter fixed and fuck that horny bitch yourself Jason. Get your God damned peter fixed!"

I saw in my head the word picture she was painting for me and my asshole involuntarily tightened up on her finger. I cursed my useless dick that was swinging below the table. Wanda was right. Zelda was eagerly pumping her ass this very minute. That hairy bastard was gonna pump three heavy loads into my wife and she wanted every creamy drop of it. And tonight he was gonna grin at me when I said, "Thank you Tony." And like a helpless cuckold I was gonna say it!

I got no choice -- no choice at all. I gotta do it!

"I'll talk to the Doc," I said softly. "I'm afraid to go under that knife but anything is better than what's happening to me right now."

"That's the smart thing to do," Wanda said. "You won't regret it."

She paused a moment, continuing to massage my prostate, and added, "And Jason, neither will Zelda. You're the one she really wants in that saddle."



My Massage Fantasy



Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.



Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...

It all started with a decision; a seemingly simple decision. After years of 'mañana's and 'maybe someday's, I finally decided to get a professional massage. I had had an exhausting week and desperately needed to relax. With that in mind, I picked up the phone and called the first masseuse I found.

Less than an hour later, the doorbell rang.

"Wow! That was fast," I muttered to myself as a hurried to let her in. I was stunned when I opened the door to find a breathtaking brunette—I had made sure to request a woman as the thought of a man's hands on my body repulsed me—standing before me. Although not quite as hot as the characters in my stories, she was easily one of the hottest women I had ever seen.

"Hi," she said in a sweet voice as a smile curled her lips, "Did you order a massage?"

I nodded, too overwhelmed by her beauty to speak. Minutes later, I was in my living room, being asked to strip. After a little hesitation—believe it or not, I am actually kind of shy—I slid out of my jeans and tank-top. I cannot be sure, but I think I actually saw a faint smile on her lips when she saw my naked body.

"You can lie down," she said in that same sweet voice.

I hesitated.

"I'm a virgin," I admitted after a while.

Her eyes widened, undoubtedly wondering why I was telling her that.

"Oh my god!" I gasped, realizing how it must have sounded. "I mean I've never had a massage," I quickly added.

She giggled, which only served to make me blush even more.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'll take good care of you," she said as she laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. I nodded and soon found myself lying on the massage table she had brought with her.

"Mmmmm!" I could not help but moan softly as I felt her pour oil all over my naked body. Moments later, the massage began and that is when it all started. The second her hands came into contact with my oil-covered skin, a powerful wave of arousal washed over me and the fantasy officially began.

Although my body remained still in the real world, my fantasy body went crazy. Letting my arousal take over, I sat up and grabbed the beautiful masseuse. Pulling her close, I tried to plant a kiss on her lips. Unfortunately, a hand soon stopped me.

"Not so fast," she said as she grabbed me and forced me back down onto the table. I was surprised by her strength, but even more by the juicy kiss she planted on my lips. Before I could even realize what was happening, I felt her tongue slither past my lips and start exploring my oral cavity. It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, but when I finally did, I wasted no time before reciprocating her lustful tongue strokes. Our blissful moans echoed throughout the apartment for the next few minutes as we shared the most passionate kiss in history. Thank god my roommates were out for the day...

After what felt like mere seconds but was undoubtedly the better part of five minutes, I felt her pull away. My eyes flew open and my mouth did the same to protest. But before I could speak a single word, I felt her oil-covered hands all over my boobs.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned blissfully as she began playing with my breasts like only a masseuse can. After only a few seconds, she once more pulled away. Luckily, I did not have time to open my eyes—which had been forced shut by arousal—before I felt something on my left nipple; something wet. A tongue!

"Mmmmm!" I moaned again as she began expertly flicking her tongue back and forth. Wave after wave of arousal washed over me as my moans grew increasingly powerful. Although incredibly arousing, it did not take long before I grew weary of this non-stop teasing; I wanted more! As if aware of my desperate need for escalation, she soon began kissing her way down to my pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned blissfully as I felt her lips on my labia. The powerful wave of arousal that washed over me forced my eyes open. I peered down at her and could not help but smile when I found her peering back up at me with lust-filled eyes. We remained eye-locked as she thrust her tongue deep into me.

"FUCK!" I yelled in ecstasy as she began tongue-fucking the shit out of me. My breaths grew increasingly short while my moans grew increasingly powerful. As if her powerful tongue thrusts were not enough, she soon reached up and began massaging my oil-covered boobs with those soft hands of hers. Wave after wave of arousal washed over me, until... it finally happened; I climaxed!

"FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!" I moaned at the top of my lungs as wave after wave of hot orgasmilk gushed out of me. Splitting into millions of tiny drops, the sweet nectar was sent flying through the air, soon covering my truly full body masseuse in a thick layer of cum...

At least, that is what happened in my head until a voice suddenly snapped me back to reality.

"Are you all right?" asked the masseuse.

"Uh-oh!" is all I could think as my eyes flew open, officially putting an end to my fantasy. Peering up, I found my all-too-real masseuse peering down at me with a puzzled expression.

"I... I'm fine. Why?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure I did not want to know the answer.

"Well, you were..." she hesitates, "Moaning."

I instantly felt my cheeks burn red with shame as I realized not every part of my fantasy had remained in my head. I managed to come up with a suitable explanation—it was my first massage after all—but it was pretty obvious she was not buying it.

The next few minutes of the massage were accompanied by an awkward silence. However, that gave me enough time to realize a few things. One: fantasies are awesome! Two: that was definitely not my last massage...



My Massage in Thailand



This is my second story, please be a little kind. Since I'm new at this, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Wow, it's a full time job keeping up with emails and social media but I enjoy feedback! Guess you can say I'm a slut for it so freaking email me! 

Warning, this is male on male erotica. 

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While I'm thankful to have a job that pays handsomely, at times I wished that I didn't have to travel so much. Now that I'm 26 I'm starting to think about family and other aspects of life and hoping that I get promoted to management and a desk job. My current project was to perform an audit on one of the hard drive manufactures. I had been in Thailand for a week and was feeling crappy with too much pent up energy. This time of year was monsoon season, which meant the days were oppressive, humid, and hot. Thankfully, the hotel and office had great air conditioning.

Now my first week in Thailand was amazing as the county is beautiful and exotic as are the people. I'm bi-sexual and find the people very attractive. One of the things that I find funny about traveling is how easily it is to spot tourist and on this trip I wasn't sure who was drinking more, the American's or Germans. In a way, they were having a contest as to who could consume more liquor and be louder than the other group. Needless to say, I did my best to avoid the tourist traps.

I've been in Florida during the summers but rain over here was more intense. its almost like a flip switches and the sky becomes liquid. People deserted the beaches in favor of the shops and bars. The nightlife was still fun but pouring rain put a damper on the daytime fun and walking around meant you were going to wear a plastic poncho or get soaked to the skin.

One of the wonderful things about traveling is to relax with a massage. In Thailand, there must have been a hundred massage parlors within walking distance. AT first I was leery about these places as feared they would be some sort of sex club but one of my coworkers told me about a spa that he had been to which set me at ease. 

I was pleased when my business associated handed me the parlor business cards. Then he went to describe how relaxing the massage was where he almost fell asleep from the masseurs hands. All I could think about was an experienced masseuse and to feel his oiled fingers massage all the knots out of my back and neck. I called the number and scheduled an appointment.

Traveling was taking a toll on my body and I would visit the parlor every day and quickly became a regular. My favorite masseur had a remarkably beautiful young man with raven hair, big lovely brown eyes and coffee-colored skin. 

Yesterday I was a little bored and didn't have anything to do until work the following day. The rain was coming down in a constant downpour. I had worked out until my muscles and joints were hurting and needed a break. I decided to take a walk when the rain lightened up.

I walked through the parking lot and asked if there was an opening. Because there was no-one waiting and the lady at the desk said this masseuse was their best, I scheduled a two-hour block with her. They led me to a back room, quiet and private.

There were windows up high letting in a soft warm breeze and a radio softly playing some Thai music; the table was covered in immaculate white sheets and some nearby incense smelled like lavender. Very nice. The receptionist instructed me to undress and lay on the table, and the masseur would be come to me in a couple moments.

Most oil massages I had there were in the nude and the lady was blind, so off came all of my clothes and I settled face-down on to the padded table, placed a towel over myself, listened to the music and let my mind wander. A few moments later there was a soft knock at the door and in walked a young man dressed western style with tan shorts and a tight white polo shirt.

He introduced himself as 'Ken' and I'm sure that wasn't his real name, but his 'American' name to make it easy on the tourist.

Ken's hands glided over my back, letting me know he was there and probably professionally appraising me. He reached up to my head and down to my feet, understanding more about the person before him.

Ken put some oil on his hands and started the massage in earnest. As he moved around the table he never let his hands leave me my body. Have to say that is touch was nice and I enjoyed his connection as he kept at least one hand on me. 

Ken was amazing. 

He knew intuitively how deep to go, how hard to press, what was knotted and what just needed a soothing touch. In a few minutes, I was pleasantly relaxed. After an hour I was almost asleep and hoping the massage would never end.

Ken fingers were quickly able to remove the knots in my body.

He spent the first half of the massage primarily on my back, shoulders and legs. All the tension from working at a computer desk and the long cross-Pacific flights was gone. Ken's hands were nearly magical and wondered how long he had to sturdy to learn how to do what he was doing?

Ken enchanted me. 

Now the massage progressed as Ken had run his hands across my back and down to my legs, across my butt so many times that the towel was in the way and he had tossed it aside. This man had to know the body better than anyone I had known. Not distracted by what he was seeing, his ability to understand my body with his hands surpassed anyone I had known. 

Then my mind started to wonder what Ken could do as my lover?

At about the halfway point he stopped and motioned for me to roll over. This was the first time I got a good look at Ken. Guessing that he was probably late 20's, toned, and short black hair. He was wearing glasses that framed a pleasant face with classic Thailand features. Ken's had his eyes closed while he worked. I wondered if he was in the same aroused state of mind that I was in? That's when I noticed how defined Ken's arms were which made sense due to his work.

"I have to say that you have very strong hands," I said. "Even though you have an amazing soft touch I can tell your arms are like steel." I had to suppress the urge to reach out to feel how muscled they were.

With out even so much as a glance, he located the towel and draped it across my hips for my modesty. Not that it hid what I was feeling. Then I noticed a change, I think he smiled when he noticed how much I was enjoying his massage. 

I was embarrassed.

I just lay there and sighed, settled on my back and practically purring with contentment. Once I settled down Ken went back to work. Dripping the warm oil over my chest, he stood at the head of the table and started in on me again. The music played and I thought, "This must be what heaven is like."

Now I could smell the oil on his hands as he bent over me. Ken had positioned himself so that his stomach was pressing against my head and he was reaching down across my chest and slightly lower. I could feel his warm breath. Each time he reached down low, his chest lightly pressed into my face. 

Up to this point I was just enjoying the best massage of my life. Now he had added a more sensual element and I was having a terrible time trying to keep my body from reacting. 

Again and again his fingers softly traced lines across my chest, my stomach and slightly lower until they pressed on my pubic bone, then went back up again. Ken's fingers seemed to feel and understand everything they were touching. My mind was almost lost in scent from the oil and the feel of his body gently touching me. 

The will of my body was winning. My cock began to fill and grow under the towel. When he pressed down on my pubic bone, his fingers seemed to linger there. I could feel him going under the towel covering me. Had he meant to do that? How could I think with his chest now against my lips and head on my chest?

About that time I finally realized that this man knew exactly what he was doing. Ken was a master of his craft. He was exploring my body's reactions. He knew every part of me as if it were his own. He was touching me in ways to bring out pleasure. 

I was far from home, more relaxed than I had ever been with a man and he was now subtly indicating more was to come. All I had to do was let it happen. Surrender to pleasure. 

So I did by closing my eyes. I breathed deeply and let him do whatever he wanted. My body would respond however it would, I wouldn't fight it. I just surrendered.

His hands on my chest to monitor my breathing, he must have heard the sigh, feeling my body relax under his touch. Ken moved to the side and started rubbing my shoulders, then down my chest, then to my hip, doing gentle circles there. He added more oil and moved his hands inward under the towel but not touching my cock, only inwards just missing, then moving away. 

Ken was now teasing me with out mercy.

More circles, more pressure in places only lovers touch me when they are headed for my manhood. He was avoiding all contact with my cock. His skilled hands massaged every inch around my cock but careful not to touch my growing member. He was now rubbing, massaged, stroked with his fingers and occasionally his fingernails. 

Ken went up and down my thighs, back to my lower stomach, inside my thighs, then to my stomach again. The pleasure was excruciating. My cock was now full and wanting attention. I just let it go, let whatever was going to happen just happen. His fingers brushed gently against my cock and I was positive he now knew how I was reacting, hard and ready. 

Ken then went back to my chest and shoulders, rubbing deeply and concentrating on my muscles. Had I misread him? Was he avoiding going lower because my body was reacting to his touch? 

Ken kept working on my chest and shoulders, my cock reluctantly going flaccid and body realizing that now might not be the time. But then after a few minutes he slowly went lower, then lower still, until again he was on my hips, again he went under the towel and inward, rubbing and stroking the skin all around my cock. 

Ken again explored all the muscles in and around my hips, my whole abdomen, my upper thighs. His fingers moved magically across the places just beside my cock and again my body began to respond. I grew and grew and his hand just grazed it so softly I wondered if I imagined the touch. Then he moved away, this time going to my legs and feet.

For the next hour this incredible man kept me on the edge of the most intense desire I have ever felt. He would go slowly towards my cock, rubbing all around and everything near; my cock would grow again to its hardest, then he would move away and massage something else, letting my excitement smolder. My cock would go down slightly and my breathing must have gone regular again, then he would start all over.

When he went back and was massaging the perineum between my legs, doing circles and giving just the right amount of pressure, I let out an involuntary moan. My cock was as hard as steel and must have been dripping precum like crazy. He responded with a quiet "hmmmm..." and moved away again towards my legs.

This man was a virtuoso, playing me like a tuned instrument.

After a time he pulled over a stool and seated himself by my hips. This time his hands stayed around my lower stomach and upper thighs, concentrating again so near my cock it leapt up and begged for attention. I expected him to tease again but this time something different happened; in a deliberate move he hand ran across my balls, then back again to my hip.

Ken's hand then lightly passed across my skin and his fingers grazed the side of my cock, drawing the length of it with a feather-light touch. I must have been breathing as though running a marathon. My cock had been teased so long, too long that I was silently begging him for release the pent up pressure. 

Finally, I felt his hand wrapped around my shaft and he slowly pulled away the towel that had been covering me. I was softly moaning with his warm oil-covered hands. Ken slowly began to massage my shaft with tender squeezes as if he was milking me.

When his thumb found the tip of my cock, I'm sure he was rewarded with an nice amount of precum. He took some time spreading a mixture of oil and precum all around the head, rubbing it around and feeling the velvety skin there. He milked out some more and again spread it around, covering the whole head with slickness. 

I could see Ken smiled as if he seemed fascinated to just touch it, feel it, and stroke it. I began to think that perhaps he was enjoying himself by toying with my hard cock. Oh how I loved having a man there to tour, to explore every part of him and his sex. He would sometimes let his fingers trace the veins; sometimes his fingers would press deeper, feeling the details of my hardness, what was underneath the skin.

My hand was near the edge of the table and his arm brushed against mine several times, moving it towards and over the edge. It settled on warm firmness and I realized my palm was touching his thigh, my fingers ever so gently wrapping around the top. Ken made no move to put my hand back and as he milked and stroked my cock. I began to explore the muscles of his thigh, enjoying the hardness and strength.

Ken moved closer on the chair and increased the tempo of stroking. His hands would tighten, then relax, then tighten again. Involuntarily my hips bucked, it would not take long to pull a huge orgasm out of me. My hand raised of its own up to his firm stomach, tracing it and touching there.

He kept up the treatment on my cock, bending it downwards and then back up, his oil-slick hands pumping me. My hand reached out touching his firm smooth chest. I wanted to pull him down onto of me as I massaged him. I sought the nipple under the polo shirt and found it erect. He giggled and I held his nipple gently in my fingers as his own hands sped up again.

Ken had me completely. I was so close. His body felt firm and good against my touch. I felt it rising deep within me. Ken must have felt it building ready to release. My whole body began to tense and my back arched as my cock swelled in his moving hands.

Like a lightning flash my orgasm hit me, and the following thunder of huge squirts of come flowing out of me with such force they splashed my chest, my shoulders, the table beside me. I must have moaned, but I have no idea. I came and came in his hands.

Ken kept pumping, slower and slower, pulling the last of the come from me. I collapsed back on to the table. He didn't stop, milking gently every last drop from my cock.

I felt like a greyhound after a race. He had taken me to the edge numerous times and finally my body erupted in his hands. I could only lay there and breathe, my eyes not focusing on anything, in the most blissful state of afterglow imaginable.

After he completely milked me and was satisfied there was no more Ken had reached for some towels to clean the streams of cum. In broken English, he said he would return in a minute with hot towels. Ken stood up and left the room allowing me to regain my thoughts and conscious. I felt spent but content. When he returned he started wiping the come from my chest and shoulders. He would find it with his fingers and then clean it up. I think he was impressed with the amount from my release.

Then he added the finale. Ken started massaging me again, this time a soft relaxing touch to enhance the incredible pleasure. Maybe this part of the massage was to allow my energy to move through my body after such a release? He touched me all over, his fingers so light as though they were kissing me. This really must be what heaven is like.

After a few more minutes, Ken indicated that it was time to finish. He bowed and left me alone, dazed and making a few clumsy moves to get dressed again.

I went to the front desk and the receptionist was still the same lady as before. I paid for the massage, then gave a ridiculously large tip to Ken. She just giggled and thanked me as I handed it to her.

I left into the rain and to my hotel. I hoped I could stay awake for the short walk. As I tried to dodge the rain I hurried back knowing the sky was about to release. After such a wonderful experience I didn't want to be caught in a monsoon downpour, I realized that I just had the most intense sexual experience of my life, thanks to a virtuoso in Thailand who had played me like a musical instrument.

I slept like a baby that night, and the rest of my workweek was enjoyable.

The end

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My Massage Lessons.



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Hi there, my name is David and this is my first time writing an erotic story. 

I am in my early thirties, 6ft 2, slim build, short dark hair and blue eyes. I am by no means a Greek Adonis but I have had my fair share of propositions in the last few years.

My wife's name is Jayne, in her mid thirties, about 5ft 7, medium build (but still quite attractive) shoulder length dark hair, large c cup breasts and green eyes. We have been together for about 11 years and in that time married for 2 1/2 years. 

This is a story about my wife and best friend and what happened when I went to work one night:

One thing I have always been good at is massage and my wife just loves them, and while one of our best friends was staying with us for a while we got on the subject of different massages. Now Greg has always had a "thing" for my wife, ever since they met over 15 years ago but nothing ever happened, so it came as no surprise when Greg suggested he give Jayne a massage to show me some new techniques. My wife, as any woman would, readily agreed. 

I told him I had to go to work in 1/2 an hour so he'd have to make it quick so I wouldn't miss anything. After thinking about it for a minute I realised it was going to be hard to see it while getting changed for work so without thinking about them I reached over and turned the video camera on and pointed it in their general direction. 

Jayne asked for a drink so I went and got her a vodka cruiser and got Greg a beer while at it, both took them with a thank you and then Greg continued. I watched for about 10 minutes and said that I'd learnt a few new things but I had to go but for him to continue and I'd see them in a little while. So off I went to get changed thinking nothing of my half naked wife getting a massage from our best friend. After all she hated sex and couldn't get interested to save her life. 

After a last glance at them both I headed of to earn a living. 

4 hours or so later I returned to see Greg relaxing on the couch with a beer so I asked where Jayne was and he said she had a quick shower and went to bed straight after the massage. He was his usual laid back self and when I went through the bedroom Jayne was snoring softly so I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went through and started chatting with Greg. 

An hour or so passed and Greg said goodnight and went through to the spare room to bed. That left me with a half a boner and a passed out wife. I considered surfing some porn online but decided to have a look at the video of the massage. I went and had a quick shower settling on the couch in only boxers with a cup of tea. 

I pressed play and saw the scene as I was getting up to get changed for work, my wife lying face down on a towel on the lounge room floor in nothing but a pair of my boxers with Greg sitting at her right hand side working oil into her back, he was talking to her in a soft subdued tone, something I hadn't noticed at the time, slowly but firmly working his hands over her back. Even after the cool shower I had a few minutes before I noticed I was starting to get hard again. 

One thing I have always wanted to do is to watch my wife with another man but she always refused saying I was the only one for her. And even though I new it was nothing more than a friendly massage it was arousing me just to see another mans hands on my wife's body. 

I was slowly caressing my cock as I watched and noticed that every time he worked his hands up her sides, his hands would slightly touch the swell of her breasts as they were squashed beneath her. 

He got bolder and bolder with the touching as he continued to talk to her quietly but steadily. Then he slowly moved up and started massaging her arm one at a time. 

After about five minutes on each arm he moved back down to her neck and then downward to her back again. This time he made no pretenses as to massaging the sides of her breasts on each of his upstrokes. 

All of a sudden he stood up, displaying to the unknown camera that he too was getting aroused, and he walked through to the kitchen. He came back a minute or so later with another vodka cruiser for Jayne and a beer for himself.

As he handed it to her she sat up and had a drink and I could see most of her large c cup breasts even though she was trying to cover them with her free arm. 

Greg also noticed as he started talking to her about how she was enjoying the rub down and if she had any particular areas that she wanted him to focus on. She replied flatly that she just wanted an all over massage and she laid back down. 

He then started on her legs and I couldn't help noticing how sensuously close his hand came to her crutch area on each upstroke. 

By now I had a full on stiffy and was staring at the TV screen almost without blinking.

Greg was still using that non stop monotonous tone of voice to talk to Jayne and every once in a while she would sit up slightly to have a sip of her drink exposing the side profile of her uncovered breasts to the camera and my feasting eyes. 

Greg then leaned over her laying his body on hers and spoke something in her ear, she then rolled over covering her breasts with an arm as Greg started working again this time on the front side of her shoulders. 

This time he was getting a touch of the tops of her boobs as he worked his hands slowly and sensuously along the collarbone area of her shoulders, he then moved his hands slowly over the top of hers on his way down to her stomach where he poured some more oil on his hands and started working it in and it was at this point that I wished I could hear what he was saying because he leaned over her again saying something this time both of them giggling. 

Greg then went to work on her legs again for a minute or so and then moved his hands up to rest on top of hers and said something to her as she relaxed her arm and let it drop by her side exposing those wonderful breasts momentarily before Greg proceeded to oil his hands again this time with more than the usual amount of oil and start to massage her boobs. 

I could have shot a load there and then. 

As he rubbed Jayne's boobs more and more I noticed her nipples getting harder and harder, possibly because his thumbs kept grazing ever so slightly over the top of them, then I could distinctly hear a moan escape her lips and that started me filling my boxers with a large load of cum. Still I couldn't take my eyes of the screen as Greg again leaned over her whispering something and she rolled over, though not before taking a long long drink. 

Greg took a long swig himself and stood up going through to the kitchen, returning as before with a refill for them both. 

Jayne took a mouthful then reached down and pulled her boxers down and off.

Greg oiled his hands with what looked like half a bottle full and proceeded to massage her bum, it was then I noticed the bottle was different to the one I gave him at the start, this was one of our edible oils Jayne and I had experimented with at sometime or another. 

And I had to wonder when he did the switch with the bottles, oh well I was too caught up in the massage to care.

He was rubbing and kneading her arse cheeks with a lot of effort and I could see his thumbs sliding in and out of her bum cheeks causing Jayne to sigh every once in a while but because of the camera view I couldn't see exactly what his thumbs were doing. 


I guessed they were sliding along the back of her pussy and over her puckered little asshole. 

Whatever they were touching they were doing the job because Jayne was starting to moan and sigh almost non stop and even though I'd only blown a load minutes before I was now harder than ever.

After a few minutes of this he all of a sudden grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass up in the air and shoved his face in between her wobbling ass cheeks and I could hear distinct slurping noises and Jayne was tossing her head around and moaning wildly and telling him to "eat her fucking pussy". 

His face was sliding up and down all the way from her pussy up and over her asshole and all the way back down again.

Knowing my wife well I knew that she was not going to stop anything from here on as she reached her first orgasm now almost screaming at him to "tongue my fucking cunt, eat my fucking cunt, suck me, lick my asshole oh fuck yeah, more more, eat my fucking cunt more". 

And she started convulsing shaking her head from side to side. Greg then suddenly pushed her over on her back and dove in between her thigh licking up and down the whole length of her pussy stopping every once in a while to nibble and chew on her clit. 

I knew he was chewing her clit cause she got that contorted look on her face and started making strangled noises from deep inside her and I knew she was well on her way to another orgasm. 

She locked her thighs together and started bucking her hips wildly thrashing about screaming with Greg's' head trapped between her legs though he was obviously still licking and sucking her pussy for all he was worth. 

All of a sudden she collapsed in a heap rubbing her tits and mewling like a cat. 

Once Jayne had relaxed her legs Greg stood up and dropped his pants proudly displaying what looked about 7 inches of rock hard cock to the still unknown to them video camera. 

He then rubbed the remaining oil on his hands all over his cock and got down on his knees, leaned over Jayne's' head and shoved his whole cock in her mouth. 

Jayne started gagging immediately as Greg started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth faster and faster.

Then another shock for me, knowing how much she hates to suck cock, she grabbed him by the hips and started guiding him in and out and by the sucking noises coming from her and the groaning coming from him I could tell she was sucking as hard as she could.

Now I was lost thinking to myself, here's my wife who has had little or no interest in sex for a number years and blatantly told me how much she hated sucking a cock, SUCKING A COCK WITH GUSTO!

And by the mewling sounds coming from her it was obvious she was enjoying herself, meanwhile Greg was building up steam and literally face fucking my wife as hard as he could. 

He was saying to her "yeah that it's suck my fucking cock slut, suck it hard, Oh yeah make me fucking cum, I wanna fucking cum all over your fucking face cunt", now I knew she wouldn't go for cum all over her, she hates getting it on her hands let alone anywhere on her face but, as I watched in stunned silence, true to his words he all of a sudden pulled his cock and started wanking over her face leaving Jayne complaining and saying she wanted to suck it some more.

Then he grabbed one of her tits with his free hand and began roughly squeezing and fondling all the while jacking himself harder and faster till all of a sudden he stopped and started squirting his hot come all over her face and hair.

Jayne began saying things to him like "yeah come on, cum all over, me fill my fucking mouth with your cum, I wanna taste your hot sweet cum, O' fuck yeah" and if that wasn't enough to shock the fuck out of me she then started rubbing his cum all over her face and her tits saying "more more, give me fucking more". 

I was in stunned silence unable to move, mouth wide open dribble running down my chin and precum leaking out my cock.

I was unable to think or do anything other than sit there and continue to watch the screen. 

Greg by now was working his tongue all over her face and tits licking up his own cum then he lay down between her legs and started kissing her more passionately than she's kissed me in a long time. 

Then I saw her reach down between them and start rubbing his cock, which was still rock hard, up and down her slit. 

He then bucked his hips down on her and I knew he was all the way inside her hot, wet, tight cunt.

I thought to myself, "Oh how I love that pussy of hers" and I knew exactly what he was feeling.

She brought her knees up to her chest, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs as wide as she could, then Greg started fucking her with long hard strokes and I could hear their bodies slapping together and the sloppy sounds of her overly wet pussy as it gripped his cock like a hot wet hand.

She began bucking her hips up at him and saying to him "Ooh fuck, I love it, yeah baby make me cum all over your cock". "Fuck me FUCK ME OOOH GOD I'M FUCKING CUMMING AGAIN".

And she started bucking wildly on his cock.

He for his own part he began fucking her so hard and fucken fast I couldn't even see his cock, it was just a blur and he was saying to her between clenched teeth, "yeah fucken tight, fucking tight cunt, Oh your gonna squeeze me fucken cock of, FUCK YEAH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, I'm gonna fill your cunt, I'm gonna fill ya full a fucken cum you fucking slut", and then they both held dead still screaming at each other that they were "FUCKEN CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!!!!"

I watched as they came down from their orgasms just laying there kissing and holding each other and I was gripping my cock so hard the head was bright purple and starting to hurt so I let go and the cum started spurting out my cock like a fire hose.

I grabbed it and pumped furiously and I cum more and harder than I ever have before and without even thinking about I started licking my own cum off my hands and rubbing the rest into my skin and licking my hands clean again and again.

Greg then kissed Jayne passionately and stood up, his cock literally dripping with their combined juices and before he could walk away Jayne grabbed his cock and began licking and sucking it clean, smacking her lips at the end and swallowing hard.

Greg then walked through to the kitchen, yet again to return with drinks for them both, as Jayne just flopped back and caught her breath. 

Upon Greg's return they both took a long hard drink and Greg put his head between her legs and from the slurping sounds was licking and sucking their juices from her cunt. 

She playfully pushed him away after a couple of minutes saying to him that she couldn't take anymore stimulation.

He just sat back and drank his beer while running his hands all over her body as she gently rubbed him on the legs and chest and drank her vodka.

When they finished their drinks Greg leaned over her and kissed her sexily using lots of tongue, then whispered something too her and they both got up, Jayne on rather shaky legs and they both walked out past the camera arm in arm. 

It was at this point I vowed to get a new video camera with a zoom microphone. 

In the background I could hear the shower running and new they were washing each other clean. The screen showed an empty lounge room for about 10 to 15 minutes and then the sound of the shower died out and a minute or so later they both came back through holding a towel each and proceeded to dry each other off.

Both seeming to linger for a while on each others groins. 

Jayne flopped back on the couch while Greg went for refills and Jayne drank hers straight down, kissed him long and hard then said she was going to bed and for him "NOT to follow" her. She laughingly gave him another kiss, thanked him for the "massage" and walk out towards the bedroom.

Greg just sat there drinking his beer and channel surfing on the TV.

The scene showed nothing more than that for quite a while before I returned home and asked where Jayne was.

That's where I turned the tape off and went through to the bedroom to see Jayne laying on her back, legs half open and I could see her pussy was all swollen and red.

I couldn't help myself, I gently lay down on top of her and rubbed my cock up and down her pussy.

Even after the massive amount of cum I'd already shot tonight I was rapidly growing hard while I kissed and licked her face, and tits, all the while imagining his cum all over her. Quickly my cock was ready and I slid my cock home into her still slick pussy.

Still in a half drunk daze, Jayne wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and started fucking me saying, "yeah Greg fuck me, give your cock, Oh yeah mmm". 

I wasted no time in pounding the fucking juices out of her calling her a "fucking slut", a "cum dump" and a "whore".

She was getting right off on it saying "fuck me harder, make me cum again, Oh yeah Greg, I fucken love it".

I readjusted, grabbed her legs and swung them up over my shoulders and began fucking her harder than I ever had before, she was starting to scream at me to pound her "fucking pussy", "FUCK ME 'TILL I BLEED, FUCK ME 'TILL I DIE, OOH YEAH I'M GONNA FUCKEN CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, OOH GREG I FUCKEN LOVE IT". 

I was fucking her with such fury I thought my cock was going to come out her mouth. 

I started telling her " I love you baby, I'm gonna fuck you 'till you beg me to stop, then I'm gonna keep fucking you 'till you pass out. Oh fuck yeah your pussy's so fucking tight. It's so wet I can still feel Greg's cum in you, I can still see him fucking you like the whore you fucking are. I'm gonna spray my fucking cum so far up you it'll come out your fucking mouth".

And we kept fucking and groaning and moaning, me moaning her name, she calling out Greg's name.

Then I pulled out of Jayne's pussy, with a complaint from her, and pushed her onto her stomach. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass up and slammed my cock home in her cunt while reaching around with one hand to grab some tit flesh and with my other hand I reached around and started playing with her clit.

This drove her fucken wild and she began slamming her pussy back onto my cock shouting at me to "fuck fuck fuck my pussy Greg". 

I stopped groping her tit, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back as hard as I could forcing her head back next to mine and causing my cock to go all the way inside her pussy, something she'd never done before without complaining of it hurting. 
 This time however she was accommodating my whole nine inches up her cunt and screaming at me to make her fucken cum. 

I stopped rubbing her clit and without hesitation shoved two fingers up her ass hard as I could and started pumping them in and out all the while holding her, by her hair, as far back as her head would go. 

I then put my lips next to her ear and told her if she called me Greg one more time I'd rape her ass. 

Her eyes shot open and she screamed in orgasm as I filled her sloppy cunt with yet another load of cum and told her over and over that I loved her.

We both collapsed with my cock still buried to the hilt in her cunt, both panting for air.

Slowly I pulled my cock out and slid up to her head and shoved my cock sideways in her mouth and told her if it "was good enough for Greg then it's good enough for me. Suck my fucken slimy cock clean you dirty cunt!" 

I could see the fear in her eyes as she noisily cleaned my cock and when she'd finished I leaned down, kissed her passionately and got up and went through for a shower.

When I got back to the bedroom Greg was comforting Jayne as she was crying her eyes out.

I ignored them and put on a clean pair of boxers, when out to the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

The first beer I had had in over 5 years since I gave up drinking. 

I went through to the lounge room and sat on the couch savouring the memory of the best fuck I can remember having in years. 

I could hear Jayne still sobbing and Greg trying to calm her.

I admit that I didn't really know what to do or say so I just sat there drinking my beer waiting to see what they would do.

I awoke the next morning still sitting on the couch with the empty beer stubby in hand and our 2 sons sitting quietly on the floor watching cartoons on tv.