7 comments/ 64820 views/ 6 favorites All Hands on Deck By: mumblegooseegg This story has a basis in reality. The first two paragraphs are totally realistic; and out neighbors did have their deck redone. * This morning, Linda was at the kitchen sink rinsing out the breakfast things to put them away in the dishwasher, when I snuck up behind her and started rubbing her back and her shoulders. "Mmmmmmm," I heard her purr as she put the plates down, turned off the water, and put her hands on either side of the sink, palms down. I massaged her neck muscles with my thumbs, then switched to scratching her back with my fingernails. I was rewarded by feeling her shudder with pleasure as I saw goose bumps on her arms. I leaned forward and planted several kisses at the nape of her neck, then below the left ear, finally licking her earlobe and sticking my tongue in her ear. She gave a little giggle of approval. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. These were all routine actions, simply proving that I still found Linda attractive after thirty years of marriage and that I might not be averse to a little hanky-panky. In return, she might send me a signal, which could range from, "Not now, dear, I'm busy," to "Later, perhaps," to "Mhm, good idea." This time the signal was unmistakably, "Mhm, good idea." She raised herself on tiptoes and backed into my body, positioning the crack of her bubble butt at the height of my crotch and wiggling to see if she could feel my erection -- or, if not, get it started. My cock, which was already at half mast (why do you think I was rubbing her back, anyway?), rose rapidly and Linda sighed with contentment. We were both still in our pajamas -- that is, we both had on pajama jackets and underpants. Our tops were both simple non-iron cotton; her panties were a little beige nylon thing trimmed with lace and mine were satin boxer shorts. We are both retired and have developed a morning routine of leisurely breakfast, followed by a shower -- usually separately -- and getting going in a leisurely way. Today felt like it could be more rather than less leisurely, as Linda's wriggling became more pronounced and my hands snaked their way under her arms to her full breasts. My cock was fully hard by now, in anticipation of the shower we'd be taking together in a few minutes. As my left hand pried open the middle button of her top and dived under it to encounter the flesh of her right tit, squeezing gently on her already eraser-like nipple, Linda reached down to her panties with her right hand, getting her middle finger in position to penetrate her outer lips to her clit. I moved my free hand to her other tit, fondling her gently while teasing her erect nipples. Then she suddenly froze, put both hands on mine, and tried to pull them away. I resisted, saying, "What's the matter?" "Look!" She pointed with her chin. I looked out the window above the sink. Uh-oh: there were two workmen on our neighbors' deck to the south, pulling up the floorboards. They hadn't spotted us. I could see where Linda was coming from: from an uninhibited single woman thirty years ago, she had become quite conservative after we had kids and settled into suburbia. Lately, though, I had detected a certain loss of inhibition, especially during our pillow talk. I decided to test how far she might go, so I kept my hands where they were, resisting her tugging. "There are workers in the Halls' back yard. So what?" "They can see us!" "They're not even looking. And so what, even if they looked?" That silenced Linda. I could almost hear the gears clicking in her brain as she mulled the possibility. I heard a faint sigh as her right hand left mine and moved back inside her panties. She wriggled her ass, nestling my cock more comfortably in the crack. I was getting really hard now, my shiny round purple knob pushing out from the foreskin, lubricated by a tiny drop of moisture. I used my right hand to unbutton her top button and she moved undid the lowest one. Now her top was hanging loosely down her sides and her nicely shaped breasts were visible to anyone who looked in, hidden only partly by my caressing hands. Her right hand became more insistent inside her panties. My hands left her tits and worked their way down to the flimsy slip of beige material covering her hand, and underneath it, her neatly trimmed bush. She put her hands to either side of the sink, bracing herself for what she knew was coming. "You shouldn't. . . " she whispered as I started pulling her panties down her legs. But when they reached the floor, she stepped out of them without hesitating. "Oooooh, no, what will they think?" she continued. "They'll be as horny as I am," I replied, as I moved my hands back up her legs. When I got to the tops of her thighs, I moved them inside, towards her entrance. As I discovered the pussy cream overflowing her gash and starting to run down her thighs, my steel hard cock got even harder, if that was possible. This was really turning her on! One hand made its way into her slippery cunt, two fingers up her vagina and a thumb on her clit; the other went back up to her breasts. Unprompted, Linda spread her legs a little wider and bent her torso forward, pushing her ass into my crotch, her pussy searching for a cock to fill it. I glanced at the two workers, just as one of them, the shorter, wiry one, looked up and spotted us. I saw his mouth form a perfect "O" in surprise and saw him nudge his taller, more muscular-looking companion, who in turn looked and broke out in a huge grin. "They've seen you. They are watching you now. They can see your tits. They know what we're doing." "Oh, my God. Oh, I can't believe it. I see them watching me. Put your cock in my pussy now. Fuck me hard! Give it to me now!" My engorged cock, harder than it had ever been, slid easily into her in a single deep stroke. Linda was trembling with arousal. "Oooooohhhh," she moaned. On just my second stroke, I felt her tense up, contracting her vaginal muscles around my cock, and exhale a long moan. She had come. I stayed deep in her for a minute or so, enjoying the facial expressions of the workers on the Halls' deck. They knew what had happened, all right; they hadn't heard Linda's moaning, but they had seen her face. When she comes, she scrunches up her face so it almost looks like she is in pain. But you quickly realize that the intensity is all due to pleasure, especially as the grimace-like expression turns into one of bliss -- eyes closed, mouth open, cheeks ablush, breathing deep, muscles relaxed. She quickly realized that I was still as hard and horny as ever and started gently rocking herself back and forth, impaled on my cock. Gradually, my strokes got deeper, but we stayed at a slow, relentless pace. As we fucked and the workers watched, Linda kept up an almost incessant stream of commentary. "I can't believe we did that. Unh. . . Did you see how they looked? Did they see me come? Unh. . . They're looking now. Unh. . . Oh, I came so quick I can't believe it. It was the best one I've had in years. Unh. . . unh. . . I'm not done. Don't you dare come until I'm ready. Unh. . . They are still watching. I can't believe it. Do you think they have hard-ons? They are too far away to see. Look, the little guy is rubbing his crotch. Unh. . . I hope he has a long, thick cock. I'd love to suck it for him. And then his friend's. Unh. . . Oh, that makes me so hot. Do you think they will give their wives a good fucking tonight? My God, I'm so turned on, ooohhhhh mmmmmm. . ." Her voice finally faded away as she focused on her next orgasm. I speeded up my rhythm, plunging deeply in and out of her now sloshing pussy. She was so wet I almost couldn't feel pressure on my dick, but hearing the squishy noise as I pounded her cunt made up for it. That, and the rapt expressions on the faces of our audience. As Linda worked herself closer to coming, her muscles started to squeeze my cock again. The pressure was starting to build fast. Finally, as she began her trembling build-up, I felt the familiar stirring at the base of my cock. I made a final plunge into Linda's welcoming cunt as my sperm boiled over, washing the walls of her cunt, in four or five powerful spurts, bringing her over the edge again in her second orgasm of the morning. - - - * * * O O O * * * - - - Four days later, nothing further had happened, except the Halls' deck had been finished. That day, as I went to get the mail, Acey Hall, on the same errand, handed me a flyer. He told me, "The guys who redid my deck was insistent that I give you this. They said they thought you might find a use for their services." The flyer was from All Hands on Deck, Inc, and read as follows: "We are a pair of handymen who have just completed a deck renovation in your neighborhood. [Here followed a detailed description of what they had done for Mr. Hall, inviting me to call him as a reference.] If you have a need for a similar job, or any other tasks around the house that we can help with, please call us at 847-555-3434. Free estimates. Satisfaction guaranteed." I showed the letter to Linda. We didn't exchange a single word. She just looked me in the eye, reached for the telephone and handed it to me. As my cock grew hard, I started dialing. . . All Hands on Deck Ch. 02 [Please read All Hands on Deck first, to give you context.] When I concluded the first chapter of this story, I wrote that nothing occurred for several days. That is of course literally untrue. What I meant was that nothing happened involving the two men working on our neighbors' deck. But between my wife and me, plenty happened, believe me! After we had both come, we stayed where we were for a few minutes, in front of the kitchen window, in full view of the two workers who had been watching us, until my deflated cock just slipped out of Linda's spunk-filled pussy. Then, with a sigh, she bent down to pick her panties off the floor, wiped the worst of our fluids off her thighs, grabbed my hand, and headed for the bedroom, saying, "Come on, let's get cleaned up." I meekly followed her down the hall, delighting in the motion of her hips from my vantage point behind her. I thought I could detect a faint squelchy sound as she moved, but it may have been my overactive imagination. I was surprised, though, that it caused my limp but wet cock to start stirring -- at my age, coming usually meant no erection for at least twenty-four hours! But the sight in front of me and the thought of a shared shower had me getting excited again, and by the time we reached the bedroom at the other end of the house, I was already at half mast. When we got there, Linda apparently did not have a shower in mind, at least not right away. As she pulled off her top, she dropped down on the bed, spreading her legs, and commanded, "Lick me out -- use your tongue to clean my pussy, and make me come again!" I knelt down by the bedside between her legs and moved my face close up. The sight of her still purple, engorged nether lips, her shiny erect clit, and the white come oozing out of her pussy had my cock hardening even more. With a moan, I dived in. My tongue scooped up the jism that was running out of Linda's cunt and spread it all over her clit. I could almost feel it jump as I laved it with our combined juices. With my tongue still covered with come, I lifted my head and brought it to her face, planting my lips squarely on her mouth and pressing her lips open with my stabbing tongue. She sucked it in greedily, swallowing what remained of my semen, and engaged my tongue in battle. In the meanwhile, I had two fingers up her pussy and my thumb on her clit, smearing our juices around as Linda's hips started their rhythmic movement. I now climbed up on the bed next to Linda, facing the foot of the bed. I slowly licked and kissed my way down her body, her neck, her tits, stabbing my tongue into her bellybutton, brushing the side of her belly with my mouth which I know she is soooo sensitive to, and finally reached my goal between her legs. My tongue flickers her clit as her hips start lifting. She rubs herself against my mouth for a few seconds, then moves her pussy area upwards so that my tongue reaches the heart of her throbbing slit, right at the opening to the vagina. Most of my spunk is gone now, replaced by fresh pussy juice pouring out of her cunt. I lick up as much as I can, but a lot of it just gets smeared all over my face and her thighs. I move my tongue back and forth between clit and pussy hole, licking the one and stabbing my tongue as far as it will go into the other. Then slowly but surely I work my tongue beyond her cunt, down towards that other hole, her little pink crinkly rosebud. Linda's hips are now seriously heaving, As my tongue rims her hole and then makes little stabs at the center as though it wanted to penetrate her most secret place, with my chin pressing firmly at her sopping cunt, she is no longer heaving, she is bucking, and I know what's next. She has been quiet except for the sound of her heavy breathing; now she starts a low guttural drawn-out moan, gradually increasing in pitch and volume until it is almost a scream, culminating in an "Aaaaah!!!" of satisfaction, her hips frozen at a good foot above the mattress. Then two more slow bucks as she comes down from one of her better orgasms and lies immobile on the bed. After a final swipe with my tongue at her asshole, I withdraw from the field of battle. I know how sensitive her pussy is after she comes, so I just bring up my slick and slippery face, covered with her juices, and give her a deep, tongue-filled kiss. We just lay there for a few minutes, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Finally, Linda turned my way and said, "Oh wow, I don't know what came over me, but that was one of my best climaxes in a while. And... oh, my Lord, you seem to be having a good time too, judging by that thing!" I followed her stare down to my cock, which had gotten hard again as I tongue-fucked Linda and hadn't lost its hardness. At my age, that counted as a minor miracle -- I hadn't come twice in the same day for the last 15 years, I think. But I was ready now. Linda got on all fours and moved down towards my midriff. She gingerly held my foreskin between thumb and forefinger and slowly pulled it back as my shiny purple engorged cockhead slowly emerged, surrounded by an inflamed red ring of foreskin. As she bent over and stuck her tongue out to lick it, a drop of fluid appeared at the slit. She scooped it up, saying, "Mmmmmm, tastes sweet. And I love how it looks when I do this... " She continued to rub my foreskin up and down. I silently agreed with her, the sight of an uncut angry pulsating head seeping pre-come and slowly emerging from its turtleneck band of skin is one of my favorite visions on the net when I am surfing for cock never fails to turn me on. Knowing what Linda was about to do to that rock hard shiny helmet made it even better. "Mmmmmmm, just like a lollipop, my favorite," she said as she stuck out her tongue and tried to push its tip into my pee slit. I groaned. She continued, trailing her tongue down my cock to my engorged balls full of spunk, getting readier and readier to spray their load. She took my shaved balls in her mouth and gently rolled them around while continuing to pull on my foreskin, all the time looking at that marble-like protrusion emerge and disappear again. "Pleeeeaaase... " I moaned. She understood, her mouth let go of my balls with a wet plop, and her greedy mouth engulfed my cockhead. Her lips took over from her tongue, rubbing my foreskin back and forth. Then she took me deeper in her mouth, the head now completely uncovered and the tongue resuming its lapping action. She started a continuous hum of pleasure, making her oral cavity resonate so I could feel my cock beginning to vibrate. On occasion, she would let her teeth gently graze the skin of my hard rod as my glans rubbed against the top of her mouth. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply and for how long, pulling her lips back over her teeth before they actually started hurting. Gradually, Linda's motion became slower and deeper. The tip of my cock now encountered the softer tissue of the back of her mouth. My cock is a bit below average in length, so she can usually accommodate it all without gagging, but now she pushed herself further down than usual, putting pressure with her face on my belly and guiding my cock into a narrower gully. Little by little, she increased the depth of her stroke. I could feel that she was on the edge of gagging, but she managed to avoid it. The humming was becoming more intense, and I could feel the flesh at her throat palpitate slowly as she took me deeper than she ever had before. I don't know whether she was technically deep-throating me, but she was doing something to me that I had never felt before. I started heaving my pelvis up and down, and her head bobbed on my cock in perfect rhythm, meeting my thrusts with her hungry mouth, my cock hitting the back of her throat every few strokes, at which point she would swallow, which gave my cock a sort of massage with her throat muscles. It was my turn to emit a continuous moan of arousal and excitement. I soon felt that familiar pressure building up behind my balls and knew that I couldn't hold off much longer. Linda sensed it too and pulled her mouth off my cock. I cried, "Oh, no, don't stop... Pleeaasee." She shushed me as she leaned back to her nightstand. She took out the jar of Vaseline and dipped her middle finger in it, covering it with a liberal dose of lubricant. The she returned her mouth to my impatient cock, which by now was throbbing rhythmically, and she plunged her mouth deeply around it again. At the same time she rubbed her finger around my pulsating asshole, gradually pushing it up my sphincter. I saw stars. The finger finally got to its destination, rubbing my prostate through the thin wall of my rectum. That set off my explosion. My first spurt was at full penetration, Linda had perforce to swallow it. But she then pulled her mouth back, against my feeble protests, so that the rest of my geyser would be deposited on her tongue. When she thought she had extracted all my jism from my wilting cock, she pulled her mouth off, sat back, smiled and let two little streams of come seep out the sides of her mouth. Not that I had come too much for her to swallow: that is just a hyperbolic trope of bad porn. No, her aim was to enhance my climax by presenting me with the image of a wanton slut. She succeeded: I will never forget the sight. - - - * * * O O O * * * - - - After we had showered and dresses, the rest of the day was to all appearance normal. Yet, I had the strangest feeling, one that took me back almost thirty years, to those crazy days after Linda and I first met. We had fallen into bed together on the very first night, and for a week, we had done nothing but make love and talk, getting to know each other in every sense of the word. I remember one evening in particular when we decided to go out for dinner at a pretty nice restaurant: we ate the appetizer, but when the main course was served, we just couldn't eat a thing. We just sat there looking at each other, wanting only to go back to my place and fuck. After ten minutes of picking at our food, we finally just up and left, almost running all the way back, and gave each other oral sex for the first time. I think the feeling we both had back in that hectic period was a sense of, "What's next? Can we really make this even better? How long can we keep it up?" I felt some of that challenge, some of that excitement, all day, as we both went about our usual routine -- every so often exchanging knowing looks, little complicit smiles, feathery touches of the hand. Neither of us said anything about it, but I think we both subconsciously felt that we had taken an important step and that our relationship had reached a new level, of intensity, adventurousness, but also trust. Thinking back on it now, I find it remarkable that such a thing could happen after thirty years of married life. So Linda worked the yard and I fixed dinner and we watched TV for a little while. Outwardly, nothing distinguished this day from any other. As was our custom, we went to bed fairly early, each with a book to read ourselves to sleep. I actually didn't even pick up my book. I just lay supine, watching the ceiling without seeing it and replaying the events of the morning in my mind. After a while, I noticed that Linda was kind of restless, shifting her body around with small movements. When I looked over at her, she had stopped reading. She still held her book in her left hand, but it had dropped forward and her eyes were closed. She wasn't asleep, though: her right arm was under her cover and I could see her hand making small rhythmic motions. She was masturbating! I couldn't believe it. She was still turned on, whether by our fuck over the kitchen sink while the workmen on the neighbors' deck were watching her tits or by the oral session that followed in bed, I didn't know. Of course, this aroused me, but my cock grew only half hard. It had had a productive but apparently exhausting day! I sneaked my own right hand under her blanket, reaching down across her breast, grazing her nipple, passed gently over her stomach, down to where her pussy hair started. I could feel her motion now, as well as seeing it. I didn't push her hand away and try to replace it with my own; I just put it on top of hers and increased the pressure on her clit just a little bit. "I was afraid you weren't going to discover what I was doing and that I'd have to tell you," Linda whispered. "Oh, baby, you must really have been turned on today," I whispered back, nuzzling her earlobe. "Oh, yes, and I still am... nghhhh... I can't describe how I felt when I realized... mmmmhhhmm... that those two guys were watching us... oooohhh... I have never done anything like that, if I'd only known, I would have done it sooner..." Her fingers moved faster. "Maybe we could do something like that again, if you want," I said. I pushed her hand lower, and both her middle finger and mine plunged deep into her sloshing wet pussy, dragging the pussy juice out to lubricate her clit with a squelching noise. She writhed in pleasure as her fingers rubbed hard and fast and her hips started jerking up and down. I increased the pressure of my hand on hers, bearing down hard on her sopping pussy. Finally, she uttered a long, drawn-out moan as her hips froze in mid-air, "Mmmhhmm mmnnnngggnnnnn aaahhh..." After a few seconds, her midriff collapsed on the bed. She let out a long breath and relaxed. After a minute or so, she started talking. "I can't believe how horny I have been all day. I think it must have started even before you touched me at the kitchen sink." "Maybe you had had an erotic dream or something?" "Maybe. Or maybe it was just a 'There'll be days like this, my momma said,' you know the song. It's happened several times lately, that I've wished you would come on to me, but something has always come in the way." "Well. I would hope you weren't hesitating about taking the initiative. You know by now that I'm easily aroused -- even more so when you are the one to start it." "Yeah, well, anyway, this morning it was just a fleeting thought, really, but I was ready for something when you started rubbing my shoulders. I never even noticed those two guys on the Halls' deck until you pointed them out. So until then, it was just a welcome diversion. Better than doing dishes, but nothing we haven't done before. But then, my mind flipped..." "What do you meany?" "At first, I thought that fucking me over the sink was kind of unique. Usually we make it back to the bedroom. And I sort of wondered at your unbuttoning my top, since your hands had great access already and you wouldn't be able to see my tits anyway. But then I discovered that the two guys were watching and I realized that that was why you were doing what you were doing. I thought I could feel your cock getting harder and maybe even an inch or so longer than usual. And my pussy reacted instantly -- it felt like it was literally flooding. I can't even describe the feeling in my belly. It was as if my cunt had taken over my entire lower body, roiling my inside. My clit seemed to have grown and taken over my whole pussy mound." "That good, eh?" "Oh, yeah. Never before, except maybe that first New Year's Eve 29 years ago. And then... " "Yes, tell me. I'm almost hard again, listening." "A weird image struck me. It was like I was looking at this from a distance, but with a different twist. You weren't behind me, it was the short guy who was sticking his big cock up my pussy from behind. Don't you agree that he looked like he had a bigger cock that the tall one?" Where did that come from? "I don't know. Maybe." "Anyway, he was the one fucking me and holding on to my titties. You were across the fence with the tall, skinny guy, and you were both watching and smiling, and you were nodding to me, as if you were approving or even applauding my fucking another guy. Then I pictured both you and the handyman pulling your cocks out and jerking off. And the strangest part..." She fell silent and an absent look came over her face. "Yes? The strangest?" "You started to put your hands on each other. You were each pulling on the other's cock, jacking each other off. I wanted you to take his cock in your mouth, but of course you couldn't because you were behind me, fucking me... What a turn-on, though! Anyway, that's when I came the second time." "Oh, my God... now I'm seriously turned on again! But it won't work. There's no way I can get it hard enough to fuck. Seriously though, do you think you would want me to actually get it on? With another man, I mean?" "Would you?" "Yeah, I think so. I don't know, I might chicken out when it came down to brass tacks, though." "Well, it isn't going to happen anyway, is it? I mean, who do we know who would be safe to do something like that with?" "But supposing we could find someone, would you want me to do that? Suck another man's cock?" In a small voice, "It would turn me on like you wouldn't believe." "If we thought it was safe, would you let him fuck you?" "Yesssss..." "While I licked both of you?" "Oooohhhh yes..." "You've almost got me hard enough to fuck you now." "Let me see... almost but not quite. Wait, there's something we can try." Linda pushed me onto my back and pulled the covers down. She grabbed hold of my pajama pants and got my legs out of them. She rolled over and sat on my belly, facing me, then pushed herself down so that her pussy fit exactly over my half hard cock, trapped between her wet slit and my belly. Indeed, I was not hard enough to penetrate her, but when she started sliding her pussy lips forwards and backwards on my partially engorged member, I saw stars. The stimulation was incredible. She enhanced it by rubbing my chest around my nipples. Since I started shaving there, I have become sensitive even to that kind of touch. Then she scratched my nipples with her sculpted fingernails. She continued by pinching them between her fingertips and finally dug her nails into them, never stopping her sliding back and forth on my cock with her gushing pussy. My hips started moving as if of their own accord. After six or seven minutes of this, I started moaning I couldn't believe that it was possible, but my balls and the base of my cock were churning and roiling, and, in a final paroxysm of pleasure, I came again. Just a dribble, but for some reason, when I come with a semi-hard dick, the feeling surpasses any ordinary climax in intensity. Linda rolled off me and we lay there, panting, for a few moments. Then we both reached out, turned off our bedside lamps and fell asleep on our backs, never bothering to clean up or cover the wet spot. Our bedclothes might be stained and crusted in the morning, but that would be another day. All Hands on Deck Massage I had been a regular client for a couple of years and was very disappointed when she announced that she was closing her office and leaving the area. Leigh had always been very good at helping me release tension during my massage. Since I had previously worked with a massage therapist, I was familiar with breathing techniques and consciously letting go of my tension and stress upon entering the treatment room. Her room was very soothing – candles and light scents, calming colors on the walls. I had pre-paid for a couple more sessions and was trying to make sure I got them all scheduled before she moved. Since I did not have another therapist picked out yet, I asked her if it was ok that my friend Bill come along and observe, so he could see how she worked on me, and maybe he could fill in until I could find someone else. She had no objections. As was typical, when I arrived, she gave me a hug and stepped out of the room to let me get out of my clothes in private. Bill came into the room with me and sat down while I disrobed. It was my intent that when he did these moves to me, they would be part of a sensual massage, so I played it up while I took off my clothes – winking at him, making eye contact, turning around and shaking my bottom. I giggled and smiled and so did he, obviously enjoying the show. I pulled the sheet back and got up onto the table face-down, then pulled the sheet up just enough to cover my ass. Leigh knocked at the door and I told her it was ok to come in. Bill sat quietly off to the side and watched as she came in and walked around the table. As was her custom, she stopped and put both hands on my back, just above the crack of my ass and between my shoulder blades. She stood like that for a moment and then turned to get her hands oiled and begin working on my tension. We slipped into the familiar routine of chatting while she worked and we talked about her daughter, her moving plans and the like. Bill continued to sit quietly and just watch. Leigh moved down to my feet and began working on them and then started to work on my legs. At this point, Bill got up and asked if he could watch more closely, then approached the table. Since it was kind of a training session, Leigh didn't object, but simply showed him the strokes she liked to use on me and began to explain to him that I liked a bit of pressure in these places, but to go easy in these places. As she worked her way up toward my thighs, I spread them slightly, as was usual, and Bill made a noise. While Leigh and I had our own method of communication during my massages, Bill and I, too, had our methods of communication during our naked time and I caught the noise that he'd made. I felt that the sheet had moved down and I was totally exposed. Bill mentioned that he had heard of a technique called "All hands on deck" in which two people worked to massage one person. Of course, I was all for that. He stepped to the top of the massage table and stood at the top of my head, then slowly began to work his hands down my back, from shoulders to butt cheeks. As he did this, Leigh worked from my feet up to the tops of my legs. The combination of hands on my body was amazing, and I began to feel a bit of dampness between my legs. I noticed that the conversation had stopped and that the movements had slowed a bit. The next time Bill pushed his hands down my back, he lingered a bit on my cheeks and then gently slipped his fingers between them on the way up. Leigh caught the movement and as she came up my thighs, she parted them just a little more. Bills hands slid down my back again and again he pushed his fingers between my cheeks when he got there. Leigh pushed up again on my legs, pressing her hands between my thighs as she got close to the top. Bill walked around the side of the table and said something quietly to Leigh that I could not make out. The next sensation I felt though, I recognized. Bills hands moved up and down the back of one of my legs, and Leigh's hands and pressure moved up and down the other. Both sets of hands moved slowly and they worked together to pull my legs apart even further. The next time Bill's hands came up between my legs, he pressed against my pussy and made a slight noise when he felt how wet it was. He lingered there a moment and then Leigh's hand came up between my legs and replaced his, with a finger pressed into my pussy and into the wet. "Nice," she said. "I never got that reaction out of her before. Let's see if we can release a bit more of that tension, ok?" She moved to the side of the table, as was usual halfway through the massage, so that I could turn over onto my back. Usually there was a sheet to hold up to protect my modesty, but this time she just moved to the side and began removing the pillows supporting my ankles and told me it was time to turn over. I caught Bill's eye as I turned and he seemed very interested in what seemed likely to be coming. I lay there totally nude, knowing that I was wet, and hoping that the door was locked and Leigh was open to the idea Bill and I had discussed privately – having another woman join us. Sure enough, once I was on my back, she asked Bill if he was still wanting her to take the lead, or if perhaps he could show her how he released my tension. He told her he would be glad to show her a couple of moves and went to the end of the table by my feet. He gently pushed my knees apart and pushed them up so that my legs were spread wide open. He leaned down and began to lick my pussy. I was very surprised that he jumped right in like that with her there, but he could see her reaction better than I could and must have seen a willingness that I could only sense. While he was licking and sucking, she stood to the side and watched, slowly caressing my breasts and circling my nipples with her fingers. I was again surprised when she asked him if it would be ok if she tried, and maybe he could show her exactly what I liked. He moved out of the way and Leigh got in there between my legs. As is typical, she asked me to scoot down so she could reach better and then she put her mouth on me. Compared to Bill's mouth, hers was delicate and tender and much smaller but felt just as good. She licked up and down in broad strokes, and then daintily circled the clit as she got to the top. I looked over at Bill and could see the very obvious bulge in his pants that was brought on by watching me let another woman eat me. His hands were not on me anymore; rather, he was focused on watching what was unfolding before hi m. It was obviously not new to her – she seemed to be very practiced in what she was doing. While her mouth moved up and down on my lips, between my lips, on my clit, her hands continued to go up and down my thighs and then, just when I was about to erupt, she slipped two fingers into my pussy. I lost it and began to moan and to press up toward her mouth and her fingers. She stood up and asked if I would like to see what it was like to do that for another woman. I was very willing, and slowly slid off the table as she pulled her dress up over her head. She had nothing on underneath, which I had suspected anyway. As she climbed up on the table, I watched Bill pull his shirt up and undo his pants. She leaned back and scooted down so I had just the right position and then pulled her legs up. Bill stood behind me and pressed against me, then wrapped his arms around me and guided my hands onto her body. Just as they had done to me, I caressed her thighs up and down, and let my fingers play over her pussy. Her hair was much thicker than mine, and as I leaned my face down, I could smell her scent. It was different than mine but I liked it and as my mouth parted her lips, she let out a moan. Knowing that the moan must be indicative of my doing it right, I pressed my tongue against her and began to lick and suck as I remembered Bill had done for me. He was behind me and I could feel him there, feel his excitement, knew that he was really enjoying watching me eat another woman and enjoy it. I was shocked at my own reaction – he and I had discussed this but I was hesitant, having never considered playing with another woman before. But wow, she tasted good and I was enjoying the taste and feel of her, and could tell that she was enjoying it as well. She pressed up to meet my mouth and as she did, Bill pushed his dick into my pussy. Not only was I enjoying another woman, but I was being fucked at the same time. I came immediately. Leigh was there on the table, moaning and gasping, and Bill was pumping away, and I was screaming in pleasure. After that day, I never saw Leigh again. In the three years I had worked with her, I had suspected she might be interested in playing with women but never took the chance to check it out until that afternoon. And what a wonderful afternoon it was. We played for a couple of hours, and then Bill and I went back to his house and played some more.