0 comments/ 42557 views/ 2 favorites My Incredible Gift By: altosaxjazz I don't know how long I have been bi-curious. But some reason, women really turn me on. I have feasted on erotic literature of women seducing other women. I like the slow, seduction, or the accidental touch, and of course, the long lingering kiss. I think it is because a woman just knows what a woman wants. I get drawn into the stories. If I'm reading a good one, it isn't long before my nipples are electric and my pussy is on fire. One day, my husband and I were talking about sexual fantasies, and I let out that I love these kinds of stories. Every once in a while, we would play fantasy games where a woman would become a part of the story. He's asked me if I would ever actually do it with a woman, and I told him absolutely not. I like it in my head. I don't know if I could bring my body into it. Our fantasy stories, over time, have gotten steamier and steamier. When I get into the midst of these stories, I have shed all inhibitions. My pussy gets soaking wet. The scenarios become so real to me that I feel I'm within the story. I do believe that if, at one of those moments, the fantasy was real, I would follow through. I shared all this background information because it will help you understand this story better. It was Saturday, and my husband, Jeffrey, told me over dinner Friday night that he had a surprise for me. He told me that he arranged a massage session for me at our home. My first thought was the expense—but that is an old habit. These days, money is not an object. At 3 in the afternoon the doorbell chimed. I answered. There was a gorgeous brunette at the door. She had long, thick dark brown hair and almost iridescent blue eyes. She was wearing a button-down shirt, tied into a midriff. She was wearing khaki shorts. Her abs were chiseled. I could see from her face that she was close to my age. I immediately felt comfortable in her presence. I noticed that she looked at me from head to toe. I got the sense that she was admiring my body also. This is new to me, as this is the body I've wanted all my life. Only recently, I had the breakthroughs in my thinking that enabled me to shed the fat and to workout to the point that I had firm muscles, and was at the weight I've always dreamed of. But better than that, I was beginning to believe that this body was mine. Her admiring looks pleased me. I felt a slight tingle throughout my body, which I immediately shook off. "Hi, I'm Angela, and I am here to give you your massage. Your husband told me that you have a massage table, so I didn't bring mine." Just then, Jeffrey showed up. "Oh hi, you must be Angela. I have everything ready for you by the pool. We have a pavilion that will give you the privacy you need. Ann will show you where it is." I noticed Angela eying Jeffrey the way she eyed me. I didn't think much about it. As I led Angela to the back of our 2-acre property, she asked, "So how do you like your massage?" "I like it deep." "Great, that is how I give it. Also, how comfortable are you with your body? I like to use minimal draping so that I can give a more meaningful massage." "How minimal?" "However minimal you are comfortable with. I believe in full-body strokes, and too much draping gets in the way. I usually work with no more than a towel." "I'll be wearing my panties?" "If you wish, but then you won't get the full benefit of my work." "That's okay, I guess." I think that if any other massage therapist would have said this, I would have been uncomfortable. But Angela exuded an energy that set my whole body tingling. We got to the pavilion. Jeffrey had set up the massage table. There were towels of various sizes on the end-table. I guess Jeffrey did not know what Angela would need. It was obvious, though, that she had informed him ahead of time that it would be towel draping. Angela picked up a small bath towel and placed it on the massage table. "If you required covering, let us use this one, as it will give me enough room to work," she said. "I am going to step out while you get undressed. We are going to start with you face down." For some reason, I was already getting wet at the thought of being almost totally naked for this massage. I got undressed and laid down on the table. I covered my buttocks with the towel. "Ready," I called out. She popped her iPod into the speaker system. It was the kind of music I liked: soft and new-age. Perfect for a massage. I could sense her presence at my side. I could feel warmth under her hands as she held them over me without touching me. She started at my feet, and worked her way slowly up my body to my head. She paused over my ass on each pass. I've had energy work in the past, and could tell she was a master. However, I never got the sensations in my pussy that I got each time she lingered over my ass. When she started the massage at my feet, I gasped at the first touch. It was like a spark went through my whole body. She touched me first with a light touch starting at my feet, and working her way up my legs. The touch was heavenly. It was soft, but commanding. She lifted each leg and moved them to the edge of the table so that she could wrap her hand around my legs as she worked them. She started with my left leg, and smoothly worked her from my ankle to my upper thigh. Her hands kept going past my buttocks, up my back, and to my head. It was electric. She then worked her way down and did the same with my other leg. She did this a few times. Each time, her hand got more of my inner thigh, and closer to my pussy, but without touching it. Each time, I got more aroused. I was in bliss. At some point, I noticed that the towel was no longer covering me, but I didn't care. I just wanted those hands to somehow brush against my pussy. But then, I doubted that this would happen—after all, she was a professional massage therapist. She then started with the oil. All strokes started at my feet, and went the full length of my body without stopping. Each pass got more oil on my body. She covered my entire legs, only stopping a millimeter short of my pussy. She got so close to it, that I could feel the warmth of her hands. She covered my ass with oil, and managed a few times to brush against the most sensitive areas of my ass. I gasped each time. By now, I could feel my pussy heating up. For some reason, it didn't seem strange to be so aroused from a woman touching me. I guess it was because of her skill. Once she was done getting me oiled, she got down to the real massage. She worked my legs, my ass, and my back. It was heavenly. Then she went back to working my glutes. When she surreptitiously touched my pussy for the first time, I gasped. "Is that okay?" she asked. "Mmm hmm," I breathed out. I couldn't believe she asked that, and I couldn't believe that I said it was okay. But by now, I was on fire, and I couldn't have stopped her. My pussy was in charge. "Good. I thought you would enjoy my touch. Just relax, and give into my touch." She then started working my ass with firm strokes. As she worked on my ass cheeks from my upper thigh, I could feel my pussy lips opening. I gasped or moaned with each stroke. Then she started working my upper thigh with both hands wrapped around my leg. The fingers of the hand on the midline kept slipping along my slit. I could tell how wet I was. "You have a beautiful body. I am enjoying touching you. Now, time to roll over." I rolled onto my back. She didn't bother to cover me. She worked my whole front the way she worked my back. First with soft strokes, and then strokes with more depth. I looked at her. Her hair was tied back. Somehow, she had gotten out of her shorts. She was wearing only thong panties. She still had on her shirt. She started working on my breasts. She used a very light touch all over my breast, and then the lightest of touch when she reached my nipples. The way she touched my nipples drove me crazy. It was as if she knew my body and how it would respond. She then started kneading my nipples, every once in a while giving them a firmer squeeze. Each time she did that, a bolt of lightening shot down to my pussy. Then she started to lick my nipples, flicking them with her tongue. She also would suck them into her mouth, and squeeze with her lips. She then worked my abdomen. Each stroke got closer and closer to my pubic hairs. She then did full body strokes with the oil, brushing over my pubes, as she worked her way to my legs. She spread my legs at the same time, so that my pussy was fully exposed. She then massaged my legs, working from ankle to thigh and beyond. Each time, she would pass my pussy and brush against it. Soon, she was sliding her inside hand along my entire slit, making sure to flick my clit each time. She then massaged my pussy, working the outer lips, and squeezing my clit. She pressed her body against my hand, putting her crotch by my fingers. I started to stroke her. I reached up, and untied her shirt, which fell open to reveal beautiful small breasts. She slipped her shirt off. I tugged at her panties. She slipped them off, and climbed on the table with her ass in my direction. She started to lick my pussy, while she put her pussy in my face. I could smell her musk. I touched her—she was much wetter than I was. I could see her juices flowing from her slit. I licked her. She tasted so sweet. Her scent was intoxicating. Her tongue was doing its work on my pussy, but I was enjoying eating her so much that I was even noticing my building arousal. She was sweet, juicy and aromatic. I brought her to climax. I had heard about how some women, when they cum, have a gush of juices. She was one of them. My face was suddenly covered with her juices. It was then that her ministrations on me took over. My climax built and built. I came loudly and explosively. As I was lying there, panting, my head rolled to my right. Only then did I notice Jeffrey on the day bed in the pavilion. He was naked, and holding his stiff, leaking cock. Angela got up off of me, and I sat up. "Did you enjoy your gift?" he asked me. "Oh yes! I loved it! Thank you!" I got up, and went over to him. I first gave him a huge kiss, and then I took his leaking cock into my mouth. Then I asked him, "Would you like a massage also?" I wanted to return the gift. He nodded. I said, "Angela, if you have time, please give him as good a massage as you gave me." My Incredible Gift Ch. 02 Angela looked at Jeffrey's stiff, leaking cock and said, "I have time. I have all the time in the world." She wantonly looked at his lean, muscular body. Strangely, I felt no jealousy. In fact, I was proud of him, and pleased to be offering them to each other. This was such a huge departure from who I thought I was. Perhaps, as I have become more comfortable with my own body, I have let loose the creature within. I had thought she was tamed. I now realize, I had her shackled. I sat on the day bed with my legs spread, and my pussy swollen and dripping. It was still too sensitive for serious stroking, but it felt good to have my hand there. I watched intently as my new lover and my soul mate faced each other. Angela, with her carved abs, trimmed bush and dark, puffy pussy; and Jeffry with his swollen cock, and closely cropped pubic hair; faced each other. She looked down at his cock and said, "I better start with you face up, you'll hurt yourself if you lie on your stomach." He walked towards her to lie on the table. She took a step forward, brushing her breasts against his chest, and causing his cock to touch her pussy. He lay down on the table. His cock was pointing straight up, and precum streamed down its side. It was like a lava flow. She bent over and lapped it up. She then strapped on her oil holster. She pumped some oil into her hand and started at his feet. Since Jeffrey is a competitive bike rider, he has shaved legs. So it did not take much oil for his legs be glistening as she worked the oil up one, and then the other like she had done with me. She was less subtle with him. She found his inner thigh quickly, and was soon touching his balls with every stroke. Jeffrey is normally a very hairy guy. His balls and cock get hairy. He recently shaved his cock and balls to surprise me. I loved it. I love sucking his cock, but the hair would get uncomfortable. Since I liked it so, he's kept it clean ever since. He even trims his pubic hair closely for me, so it doesn't go up my nose when I suck him. He told me that he likes it this way, because it is a lot more sensitive and it feels better when I take him into my mouth. Angela stroked the oil onto his balls and cock. Because he is so closely groomed in his groin, Angela was able to get him slick with oil without much effort. It only took a few pumps of oil to get his legs and groin oiled up. His torso took three times as much, as he left his chest hairy. Once he was fully oiled, she fluidly stroked his whole. Each time she passed his cock, she took a detour to its tip, leaving him gasping, and the tip gushing forth another flow. She mixed the precum with the oil, making his cock extra slick. I was salivating, wanting to lick up his juices. I love the taste of his precum, and rarely let a drop go to waste. Angela stood alongside the table facing towards his feet and me. She smiled at me, and then bent over and licked his cock. She started at the pool of precum at its base, and then worked her way up his shaft with light staccato jabs that caused his cock to reflexively jump and release more juices, which she hungrily lapped up. This was the only time I had a bit of envy—I noted to myself it was envy for those juices, but not a hint of jealousy for my man. She then climbed on the table as she did for me, placing her dripping crotch over his face. He hungrily lapped her juices. From where I was sitting on the daybed, I couldn't see her slit, so I walked over to see her open pussy over my husband's face. She leaned forward, propping her body up with her outstretched arms. I am a lucky woman; Jeffrey has a long and very talented tongue. It was stretched to its fullest length, and Angela was using it as a stationary dildo, rubbing her slit up and down against it. As her clit reached the tip of his tongue, he would flick it, sending shudders through her body. Angela licked his cock every fifth trip of her pussy up and down his face. She was much better at teasing him than I. She would take his cock once for its full length into her mouth, and only once. It would be vibrating after she slid it out of her mouth, and leaking even more. I took notes in my head. She then sat up straight, and unhooked the holster belt. She pumped a liberal amount of oil into her hands, and rubbed it all over her chest and abs. She then slid forward, making full contact with the front of her body, and in one deft move, turned around so she was face to face with Jeffrey. She then used her full body to massage him. As she went down his body, she would straddle one leg, making full contact with her pussy against his thigh, as she brought her face to his cock. She managed to keep from over-stimulating him, but made full contact with his member as she slid. She would then take his cock and lick it clean before sliding up again. I could see trails of her juices coating his legs. She then straddled his body, and faced him. She kissed him. Her juices covered his face. She cleaned his face with her tongue. I thought to myself that I wasn't the only one who loved to taste herself on her man. Her pussy lips now covered the shaft of his cock. He was rocking a little bit, and she starting sliding slowly on his length. I came to the head of the table. She came forward some more to give me a kiss. We had long, lingering, passionate kiss. Then I went to the side of the table, and took Jeffrey's cock into my hand. I coaxed her back a bit, and positioned his cock into her opening. She looked at me with a smile of gratitude. I could tell that both were waiting to take a cue from me. She impaled herself on him. He gasped as her hot pussy swallowed his cock whole. She slowly moved up and down the full length of his cock. She gradually picked up her tempo. She had great self-control. She knew when he was at the edge, and was able to stop herself. I know myself: when I get to a certain point, I can't stop. I just get wilder and wilder until I explode. I could tell, however, that this was about Jeffrey, and she was a considerate lover. She drove him wild. The third time she stopped before he could come, he grabbed her ass, and drove her onto him. She the pulled off of him, stood up, and took one of the towels. She wiped the oil off of him, and herself. She then took both our hands and led us to the day bed. Jeffrey was breathing hard. I never had the patience to bring him to this level of arousal. He was a master at doing it to me. He could get me so frustrated from bringing me to the brink multiple times without letting me off the edge. Now he met someone who could do it to him. I took more mental notes. Angela laid me on my back. She got on her hands and knees, and dove into my muff. She left her ass up as an open invitation to Jeffrey. I could only imagine that sopping pussy wide open, waiting for his dick. She did not wait long. He plunged into her, pounding her, driving her face into my pussy. We entrained the rhythms of his pounding, her licking and my grinding. The tempo picked up to a resounding crescendo, as we came together. We then collapsed in a sweaty, musky heap. It was the best gift ever. My Incredible Girl! I lay in bed feeling Laura's warm body next to mine after another incredible love making session. She rolls against me and I can feel her hot and still hard nipples against my back as she places her arm around me and snuggles even closer. I wonder how I am going to get to sleep but soon the contentness of being with her again falls over me and I drift off. Without any idea of how long I managed to drift off for I start to stir in the darkness of the room. I can feel Laura's warm wet lips over my cock head and her tongue is swirling around the very tip trying to find any bit of my pre-cum juices. I moan softly and can feel the pastiness of her juices around my mouth from when I went down on her earlier in the evening. Laura now slides her hot mouth all the way down my erect shaft and I suck in my breath. I try to reposition myself and that is when I notice my 'soft bonds'. Somehow Laura was able to use two silk scarves to snuggly tie my hands to the corners of the headboard. I moan again and she removes her mouth saying, "You took care of me, now it's your turn to relax and enjoy." Laura goes back to sucking on my hard cock and I allow myself to relax a bit. I open my legs and she moves down to lick my ball sac and gently 'nibble'. I feel her teeth lightly scrape the underside of my shaft as she makes her way back up. Her tongue again swirls around the purplish head but this time she is able to taste the salty fluid that is now dripping steadily from my piss hole. She moans out loud and begins to milk my balls. Her hands are masterful at being able to coax my juices out while keeping me from cumming too soon. Her nails now rake over the fleshy sac and a new sensation washes over me. I suck in my breath and tense up. Looking down I see her devilish eyes watching my reaction and she allows a smile to form on either side of my cock. I begin to beg out loud for her to go down on me again but her mind has other plans. My cock falls from her mouth and I can see it glistening in the very dim light coming in thru the curtains as a soft breeze moves them. Laura is now positioning herself above my meat and her legs straddle me. My cock is in her hand and she begins to rub the head just inside her wet pussy crack. I moan and beg her to fuck me. She giggles and continues to tease me. The head is slick with her juices as well as mine and I ask again to allow me to enter her. My breathing is a little more intense as my heart begins to pound from the anticipation. Finally, I hear what I knew would happen. Laura bites her lip and whimpers as she shudders to her first orgasm. By sliding back and forth she had managed to use my cock to rub her clit enough to push her over the edge. Still rocking back and forth she catches me off guard and slides my cock backwards enough so that without missing a stroke it is buried to the hilt. She is now fucking me from on top and her hips gyrate as they search out her next climax. Her fingernails cum across my nipples and my back arches driving my cock into her even deeper. She shakes again and I know that is number two. My mind singles in on one sensation, that of my cock hitting the cool air as it leaves her cunt for that split second before it is enveloped again by those pouty wet lips. Now I can feel my balls starting to fill and wanting release. Laura keeps riding my hard-on basking in yet another orgasm. She leans forward to position herself so my cock will hit a certain spot inside her walls. A few drops of sweat drops from her brow and splashes on my chest. Our eyes meet and I can tell by her expression that she is so close to still another orgasm. I watch and try to time it. She is oh, so close. Her hand slides back and grabs my full ball sac. Her nails are dug in and again I arch my back. She squeezes and releases me over and over causing me to jump and stretch my bonds. I feel her hot juices washing over my cock one more time as she cries out that she is cumming. Laura falls forward and our chests rise and fall together as one. I can feel her heart beating next to mine and watch as she pushes herself up. She smiles and in the same motion spins her hot body around. I can now feel the warmth of her pussy just above my face. Laura's mouth finds my cock and she begins to suck me and stoke the shaft. I know she wants to taste my cum in her mouth but I also want to taste her. I stick out my tongue and she lowers herself. I taste her juices for the second time that night and they are as fresh as the first time I ever, ever went down on her. My tongue is busy and she begins to grind on my mouth. My nose is buried in her ass and I can take in her whole essence!!! I suck on her clit and she verbally teases me about cleaning my own juices from her cunt!! This turns me on and I can only strive to do a better job as I want to taste her cum in my mouth as well. My cock head is raw from her fucking and sucking me so much and I beg her to put me over the edge. Her hand is now like a piston and I am so close to exploding in her mouth. Then she does it. Knowing how I adore her asshole, Laura slides forward and presses down. My mouth covers her entire hole and I lick and suck like there is no tomorrow. I snake my tongue inside that tight little hole and that does it!!! My cum wells up thru my shaft and spurts into her mouth and down her throat. She continues to jerk me off, wanting it all and grinding her clit on my chin!! I feel her entire body shake above me and I get my wish and she cums. My tongue now slides forward and I am able to taste the hot juices that came from deep inside her. We now lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and regaining 'some' composure. Laura was able to turn back around, lay on top of me and kiss me full on the lips. I asked her to untie the silk scarves to which she responded... "What makes you think I'm finished!!"