0 comments/ 61813 views/ 9 favorites Stress Buster By: Primera My wife and I had checked into the resort after several weeks of a punishing work schedule. All we wanted now was to chill out and do as little as possible. We saw in the resort information that it offered a "married couples only" tension-buster massage. We decided to give it a go. We checked into the health and beauty suite and were shown down a short passageway to a door bearing the sign "married couples only". We went in. The room was decorated in soft pastels, large plants and subdued recessed lighting. We were aware of a haunting perfume and relaxing New Age music coming from hidden speakers. Glancing around the room we saw two cubicles with a note to please shower and use the wraparound towels. We entered the showers and after finishing, wrapped the warm fluffy white towels around ourselves. Unsure of what to do next, we decided to lie face down on each of our couches and await events. Soon the door opened and two people came in. They were young, in their twenties, tanned and fit with that scrubbed exercised look I always envy in people who have time to keep themselves looking good. They introduced themselves as our personal masseurs who would help to remove all the stresses and strains of modern living and help us satisfy ourselves in ways that we couldn't achieve ourselves. Definitely intrigued now, we lay face down on the couches and I was asked to take the one just behind that of my wife. At the time I didn't know why but as time went on it became apparent. The male masseur pulled back the towel from my wife so that her back and buttocks were exposed. The same happened to me and the masseurs stepped forward to begin their art. Looking forward, I idly noticed that my wife had a tight ass with firm well defined cheeks without a hint of a bikini line to spoil the golden tan. "Hmm", I thought, "I wonder when she was able to sunbathe nude". I could see that my wife was nervously biting the bottom of her lip and her eyes began to take on a startled look as her thighs were gently prized apart. She was always coy about revealing her body and I knew that this massage was a big step for her. From where I lay I could see the firm outline of her ass cheeks as they vanished under her thighs. As her thighs were progressively parted I watched with increasing excitement as more and more of her body was revealed. I could now make out the protuberant cunt lips that were squashed and pushing back slightly on the towel. She had always been embarrassed at her pubic bulge especially in her swimsuit where she thought it protruded too much. I loved to stare at it whenever I could fantasising about one of those rare opportunities with our stressed work schedules when I could bury myself in her glorious bush. The masseur was at her ankles bending over slightly as he manipulated the soft flesh of her thighs. His thick thumbs worked up the rear of her thighs kneading and pressing the flesh as it slowly approached her exposed buttocks. I was now enjoying a voyeurs' excitement and could feel my cock hardening as I could see the masseurs thumbs gently skirting across her labia as he massaged her buttocks. Every time he pressed and kneaded her cheek it alternatively revealed and then covered her cunt framed by the dark bush that nestled between her thighs. My own masseuse seemed to sense my increasing excitement as I shifted on the couch trying desperately to squash down my erection. Her firm fingers had reached my own buttocks and their tips were lightly circling my testicles. My penis began to throb and jerk beneath me. My wife's face was turned towards me with a dreamy faraway expression. After what seemed an age of the kneading, stretching and pulling of our aching muscles, the masseurs tapped our shoulders to indicate that we should turn over onto our backs and softly moved away to respect our modesty. We gripped the towels around our bodies. The lights dimmed slightly. I looked again at my wife: her eyes had closed and I could see a faint flush across her features and the top of her chest. I could not conceal my erection as it bowed out from the loose folds of the soft material of my towel. I found it impossible to prevent it twitching and throbbing. The masseurs returned. My eyes startled with shock: they were both completely naked. The man had a tanned body with well defined muscles but what drew my eyes like a magnet was the huge circumcised penis that swung from side to side as he walked. The large oiled dome was the size of a small plum and my 6" that I could feel beneath me pressed hard into the couch appeared puny in the extreme. He approached my wife's couch where she lay, relaxed and drowsy. Her eyes were closed. His strong hands slowly slid down the towel that covered her torso revealing her breasts. She murmured and shifted slightly on the couch. He began to knead the tops of her shoulders and as his movements circled inwards, the edges of his hand caught the swell of her breasts and then her brown nipples. They hardened with the regular stimulation until they stood firmly upright, their brown thickness outlined perfectly against the light pastels in the room. I noticed that my wife had unconsciously begun to lift her hips very slightly almost with the rhythm of the massage. Meanwhile, my masseuse had asked my to swivel round so I was now facing forward. I could see my wife's breath had quickened and her nipples were now standing proud and firm from her body. I was facing the hard breasts of the masseuse who was leaning across as she began work on my chest. Her own pink nipples were erect and just inches from my eyes. Her fingers slid down my chest to my lower torso where they began to circle the muscle group there in light butterfly movements. I could sense my muscles begin to spasm with the sheer sensuality and lightness of her touch. Her fingers caught the edge of my penis where it jutted out from the towel but she did not linger. This occasional touch caused my penis to bounce and twitch, aching for some physical relief. I watched entranced as the rest of my wife's towel was slid away revealing her pronounced dark pubic bush. I was now totally a voyeur somehow apart from my wife seeing her not as someone I've been married to for fifteen years but a mature attractive woman completely unaware of my presence. My masseuse finally lifted the towel over my cock and tucked the edges under the cover. As she leaned over, one of her nipples touched the edge of my straining cock where a small bead of pre-cum had begun to ooze out of the eye. When she stood again I could see the shiny drool on the erect tip. My wife's masseur was still rubbing and kneading the side of her breast his thick thumbs grazing across the straining nipples. My wife let out a soft moan and her hips softly writhed on the couch. His hands moved lower along the outside of her flared hips. The flat of his hand rubbed the top of her mound causing her hips to lift invitingly. His long thick penis began to slap against her resting hand and I watched mesmerised, as I watched my wife's hand reach out and close round the magnificent shaft. She began a slow languid pulling action squeezing the thick rubbery length which caused the dome to expand its girth even more. The masseur drizzled some scented massage oil across her torso and pubic mound where it glittered in her soft dark hair. Her hand continued to pull on the penis which was noticeably hardening. The lady masseur smiled as she saw her colleague. She looked down at my body observing the reddened twitching penis. A long clear drool of pre-cum was now oozing from my palpitating hardness and hung like a thin silver thread from the purple head. The male masseur slowly kneaded my wife's belly in small circling motions working downwards to where the oil glinted on her dark pubic mound. His thick fingers circled the mound again rubbing in the oil and then slid his fingers up and down her vaginal lips massaging the outer ones and then lightly caressing the inner ones in a sensual action that was clearly masturbating her. She opened her eyes and turned towards me, her mouth forming a soft "ooh" at the intense feelings washing over her body. I smiled. The masseur parted my wife's thighs and slid her body gently to the end of the couch where her spread thighs were hitched around the curved edge. Her sex was now gaping open displaying the thick brownish labial lips shiny and inviting with the combination of the oil and her own secretions. "My God, he's going to fuck her", I suddenly realised. Yet I wanted this to happen beyond anything else. Even though a total stranger was about to commit the most intimate of acts with my own wife I wanted him to. In a perverted twist of reasoning I appreciated that he could fulfill her immediate sexual need far better than I could ever hope to do. This wasn't about love and caring: this was about satisfying a basic primal need. My masseuse lifted my back slightly thereby allowing me a good view of the action. My legs hung over the edge of he couch allowing her full unimpeded access to my straining cock. Her hand was gently skimming up and down my hardness. The veins stood out on my cock: my orgasm wasn't far off. The masseur pulled gently away from my wife's hand. She let out a moan of disappointment. He moved quietly to the end of the couch. I could see that my wife's pumping hand had brought him to full hardness with his rounded purple dome exposed and primed atop a reddened slightly curved penis. He moved towards my wife's parted thighs aiming his weapon at her soft, opened cunt. My nose twitched at the musky earthy scent that filled the air. "She must be really wet and wanting him by now ", I thought. I saw a sheen of moisture at the joint of her upper thighs and buttocks. Her tight puckered anus opened and closed. He pointed his hard cock and walked forward slightly to one side deliberately giving me a good look. My masseuse was murmuring now into my ear." Look at the size of that weapon...do you think your wife can take it all"? As she was doing this her soft hand continued to masturbate me with short twisting movements. Her other hand annointed with scented oil tickled my hard testicles and drifted downwards to my anus. Her finger pushed smoothly into my hole almost making me climax . The penis was now levelled at the entrance and, with one animal like thrust slid slickly in up to the hilt. My wife let out a guttural grunt and gripped the side of the couch with both hands as his huge size filled her. He pulled out slowly and I could see my wife's fluids shining on his stiff cock before it entered her body again and began a smooth rhythmic fucking action. My wife's hips rose and fell to meet his strokes. Her head lifted and her eyes met mine but they did not see me: she was too far gone to be aware of anything except that magnificent cock servicing her. I heard myself saying aloud "go on fuck her, fuck her hard, she really wants this". My masseuse was urging me to watch every detail of the action: "can you smell her heat and juices now, she can't be far off, can she? ". And neither was I. I urged her lover on " come on really fuck her for me, she's always wanted a huge cock ". He quickened his movements until he was pounding into her body with a squishing juicy sound until my wife was screaming aloud. ..."Ooh, yeah, ooh yeah I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" Her hips gyrated trying to extract every last fibre of his weapon to tease and tittilate her vagina and clitoris. With a loud shout the masseur pulled out his weapon: red and shiny the domed head straining ready to erupt with his load. Suddenly a huge gout of sperm erupted from the slick purple head of his penis and splattered across my wife's torso, then another and another. Great squirting ribbons of sperm. I couldn't hold myself back any more. My masseuse pulled down hard on my cock forcing a tremendous ejaculation from the eye. It hurtled through the air and spattered across my wife's straining breasts. "Ooh, yeah, come on you fuckers, squirt your come over me", she shouted. Her panting shiny chest was covered in thick globs of sperm as both our cocks jerked and jerked across her body... Stress-Busting My Wife Ch. 01 My wife and I run a high-end printing business that has gained a lot of clientele over the past five years. On the bright side, income has been good. On the down side, time to relax became scarce. And yes, stress at one point was beginning to catch up with us. After one of those demanding client meetings and while driving home, my gorgeous wife Ayee made one of those deep breaths that produced a familiar sound of being both tired and stressed out. Even though she is indeed very tired, Ayee remained very attractive. At 5'4", her 29-year-old frame is like that of a blossoming teenager as she's managed to remain within the 105-110 pound weight range through the years we've been together. Her shapely profile is covered by smooth fair skin down to where it matters where she is usually shaved completely, perfect 34-B breasts with nipples that permanently stand up and out, a butt that's so shapely even our most hardened clients obviously drool over it, and a pair of legs that's worth getting an insurance for! Recognizing she's probably all keyed up, I decided to pull over and told her how much I appreciate her hardwork and that I would do anything to make her feel better. She just kept quiet and smiled, telling me that how I should make her feel better is up to me. Well, I've always been a believer of the idea that nothing takes your day's stress away like a good massage! Problem is, it was close to eleven in the evening and in the Asian City where we lived, most massage centers would be closed by that time. I decided to call an athlete friend who by virtue of his rigid sports training would always be in need of a massage like twice a week. I stepped out of the car so that Ayee would not hear what we were talking about as I wanted to surprise her! My friend on the phone said all I need to do is look up in a fairly popular newspaper and there's a listing of masseurs who are willing to either go to our home or in the hotel to give real good massage. I drove to the nearest corner to grab a copy of that paper, and my wife was wondering what the hell I was buying a newspaper for when it's kinda late at night. I told her I needed to look something up. After seeing what was the last copy of the paper, I grabbed it and drove to the nearest hotel where I was planning to give my wife such sweet surprise: An overnight stay in this elegant hotel I had in mind and a massage that can soothe her tired body and nerves to sleep. The hotel was always a treat – smiling, helpful staff that were nearly willing to carry both of us by their arms straight to our room! As soon as we settled, I started to make a few calls, checking out what type of massage those masseurs listed in the paper offered, how much it costs, how long does that massage last. Then I saw an ad that says "for women and couples only." I spoke to the guy, his name is Ed. He was pleasant yet pretty straight-forward. He described the massage session to me in detail, stating upfront he prefers that a woman is completely naked during the one-hour massage as I will anyway be there to watch over the "proceedings." When he learned I was getting his services for my wife, he immediately went on to describe how she will soothe the body and mind of Ayee. Since I liked what I heard, I told him to come over asap. Ayee was just stepping out of the bathroom as I ended my call to Ed. She asked who I was talking to and I said room service. She went to straight to bed and immediately cuddled me. I leaned forward to kiss her. Her robe gave way to my pressing hands. I just had to touch those beautiful breasts. Her arms gave way next. She held her right breast to my mouth, and I sucked them softly, almost reluctantly, until I saw her eyes shut and I started to vigorously tongue her nipples. I was still fully clothed so I hurriedly removed everything. My 7-inch cock sprang into action, Ayee's typical effect on me. We kissed for what felt like minutes, all the while touching each other's body. I kissed her breasts and buttocks… then went for her legs, my favorite part of her body. Couldn't help but smell the fragrance of her cunt, which by now was starting to open up. Her perfect clit showed up in all its redness when I stroked her. I quickly parted those voluptuous lips and gently rolled my tongue up from her butt to her clit. She moaned and her body slightly jolted with nearly every stroke of my tongue on her moist cunt. I really enjoy drinking her juices, and she's the kind who juices up a lot! Ayee returned the compliment by bending her body to the point that her mouth reached the tip of my much hardened cock. She loves to play with the head of my cock before swallowing all of it down to the deepest corners of her throat. She sucked so well that I felt I was going to explode if she did not slow down. Gladly, she decided to move to my balls which always felt wonderful. She tongued every inch of my balls, went down to lick the sides of my legs and my butt. I felt I was ready to fuck her so I stood up and positioned myself. The door bell rang. I almost forgot that a masseur was coming in to massage my wife. Ayee paused and motioned for me to run to the door as she covered herself. I had like a minute to tell her that the room service was actually a massage service for her. I was afraid she'll be upset because it interrupted one very hot sex. But when I told her it was a masseur that I called to give her a relaxing one-hour massage, she hugged me and thanked me for the thoughtfulness! I got dressed and Ed came in. Nothing fantastic except for a clearly muscular built. He's about two inches shorter than I am and I stand at nearly 6 feet. I shook his hand and pointed him to his client. He was so polite and reached out to shake my wife's hand and greeted her a pleasant evening. Then I told him she's ready. He excused himself to the rest room and I heard what sounded like he was washing his hands. After another minute, he came out in an undershirt and in one of those bicycle shorts that hugged his torso like second skin. I was surprised with his attire, or lack of it if I may say, knowing that during a massage session, his body can come into contact many times with my wife's body. Being not the most conservative husband in the world, I realized what the heck. Ayee was lying face down when Ed asked if it's ok to take her robe off. My wife looked at me and I approached the bed to remove her robe myself. Her naked body stood out like a shining flower vase in the middle of an elegant room. Ed proceeded to put oil all over her back, then her legs. So far he has done what looked like typical stuff that masseurs do – kneading her shoulders, pressing gently on her arms, running his thumb over the narrow stretch of her leg. When he reached the shapely buns of my wife, his fingers were visibly spread out. He ran them up and down her butt, then made circular motions every once in a while. Then he made a move that separated the delicious cheeks of my wife's butt. He did it in such a way that he would hold on to the cheeks while they were spread out, clearly giving him a good view of Ayee's cunt. Now I recall we were nearly at the peak of our lovemaking when he came knocking. I couldn't help but notice the wet spot beneath Ayee's cunt – I told you she's a juices up big time! Ed kept doing it then stopped only to spread her legs this time. His hands started working on my wife's upper thighs. At this point I decided to pull my chair closer to the bed, directly at the foot of Ayee where Ed just partially covers me and where I can see his hands at work. Ed stroked her upper legs firmly. As his hands moved to the top of her legs, I saw him slow down and pressed what looked like the sides of my wife's cunt very gently. His thumbs were clearly pressing up and down on the shaved cheeks of my wife's cunt. I tried to look more closely, surprised with myself that something like that was part of the massage. Ed looked at me as I leaned forward and asked me if he should stop. Before I could say anything, Ayee said no! I smiled at Ed and gestured him to just keep going. Then he stood up so that he could spread Ayee's legs more liberally. At this point, my wife was totally naked and at that lying face down with her legs spread so far apart. As Ed went back to the same bed where my wife was anticipating more, I could not help but notice how his bike shorts were suddenly strained to the max in front. He was definitely very hard and I admit I was too! Ed positioned himself on top of Ayee's back to the point that he was facing her feet. He then slowly sat down on the back of Ayee where noticeably the cock in his skin-tight shorts was resting on the upper side of her back. He then reached out and applied swift strokes from the upper to the lower part of Ayee's legs. Each time he did so, his face came into close contact with my wife's wide-open cunt. I did notice that each time he would lean forward and get close to Ayee's cunt while doing the massage on her upper legs down, he would blow some hair and make that strong "woooh" sound from his mouth. I saw Ayee move her butt very gently, almost involuntarily, up then down. Ed kept blowing air to my wife's cunt without really letting his mouth touch her pussy, but the hot air he's blowing sure made Ayee's cunt all the more wet and she now was glistening under the light. Her white juices were starting to liberally flow from her tight pink hole to the sides of her shaved cunt, and her cunt hole was partially open by now. At this point, I wanted to pound her with my rigid cock, but I sensed I shouldn't interrupt what was clearly a massage session we're all enjoying. Then came to the point where he asked Ayee to turn over. This time with her breasts and cunt exposed like never before to any other man, Ed started to apply oil on her feet, going up to her knees and thighs. He then lifted one of Ayee's legs and moved it apart from the other leg, again exposing her pink, shaved flesh. God she was all juiced up. Her cunt hole by now was all shiny and white with her juices, and I'm sure Ed can see it! Ed was done with her legs and I thought he was headed north to Ayee's very wet cunt. But he stood up and went to the side of my wife, put oil on his hands and applied them almost like without touching her skin – on her left breast. He was doing circular motions, pressing the firm sides of her breasts, clearly avoided the nipple. He did it first with one hand, then used both hands in such a way that my wife's nipples were at the center of his two hands. Stroking her breasts gently, I saw Ayee bite her lower lip. It was then when I saw Ed place her nipples between his two thumbs, rubbing them on the sides, trapping it between his fingers. My wife threw her head back in pleasure, and almost by instinct spread her legs some more. Ed was visibly encouraged. He reached out for the Kleenex by the bedside table and grabbed a few pieces to wipe the oil of Ayee's breasts. I was thinking that's how he finishes his massage of the breast, by cleaning it up!! He definitely had other things in mind! Ed then bent over my wife's breast and rolled his tongue over her nipple. My wife was squirming by now. I saw him hold the back of Ed's head, which made Ed open his mouth and suck her nipples harder. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and how my wife was reacting to it! I couldn't believe how hard I got while watching all of this happen. Ed kept sucking her nipple, stopped only to plant gentle kisses on the sides and flesh of her breast. He moved to the other side of the bed and did exactly the same on my wife's right breast, this time with a hand gently caressing the other breast as he sucked one of them. My wife's nipples were so hard that you could stably stand a dime on top of it! When he lifted his head from Ayee's breasts, I could see his saliva dripping on her nipples and my wife looked like she was about to come. Almost like a choreographed move, Ed stood up and left my wife's body shaking. The bulge in his pants has grown immensely, his cockhead visibly protruding, jutting out so massively. He walked to the table where there was drinking water, took a sip then went back to my waiting wife. Ed this time positioned himself between her legs. Ayee so freely parted her legs when her masseur lifted one and moved it to her side. I love it when she spreads her legs widely, almost like that of a ballet dancer's split. Ed then used her own lubrication, which by this time was uncontrollably flowing on the sides of her cunt, to massage the sides of her vagina. He ran his thumb up and down the sides, and would rotate his fingers on top of her shaved pubic mound. He kept rubbing the sides of her cunt, and then slowly moved his thumb right at the center of her crack. Again I had to move closer to see what's happening. Ed gave me that look again, as if asking if he may or may not continue. At this point, my wife was lifting her buttocks to receive Ed's hands so I was in no position to say no. Besides, it was so exciting to see her so aroused by what I thought was just a stress-busting massage. My erection was straining my briefs all throughout! Sex is the best way to bust stress after all! His hands were alternating from rubbing the sides to rubbing the very middle of her crack, and Ed was doing is so smoothly that it was producing a very faint yet erotic sound. Just as I thought Ayee was going to explode, Ed began to focus on her clit, with his right thumb directly on top of it caressing downwards, while the left hand begins to explore the entrance of her hole. Ayee was in ecstasy, has shed all inhibitions, started vigorously playing with her own breasts while squirming on the hands of her masseur. This part of the massage went on much longer than any other part! I saw my wife take successive deep breaths, then her body trembled while the masseur's thumb kept attacking her clit with his thumb and while the rest of his fingers caress her entire vagina. She came and she was shaking. Her breasts and neck turned so red that I thought she'd faint. Just as I thought that concludes the massage, Ed stood up and went to the part of the room where he left his bag. He opened it but I could not see clearly from where I was what he was doing. When he turned around, I saw what looked like an 8-inch vibrator in his hands, still neatly wrapped in what looked like security packaging. He told me it's brand new and would like to use it on my wife without condoms so she will feel every inch of the ribbed vibe. Ayee's eyes opened when she heard what he was saying, and this time it was my turn to say go ahead. My wife gave me a huge naughty grin. Ed then asked me if he may do the honors, he said it so politely that there was no way I could say no, especially after seeing how prepared my wife was for it. He then sat beside Ayee, his muscled arm leaning on one side of the body while the other held the vibe firmly. Ed placed the tip of the vibe on my wife's entrance, slightly rotating it while my wife moaned in pleasure. I then saw him flick the switch, and the buzzing sound led to jerking movements of the vibe. It was then when he started to slowly insert it in my wife's cunt. Here I was, watching the masseur I hired to remove my wife's stress, giving her what was perhaps the best sex of her life. I heard Ed ask my wife if she wants it deeper. Ayee gave out one erotic YES, and her masseur plunged the whole thing suddenly inside her. My wife screamed in what sounded more like pleasure than pain. At this point I walked towards her, held her in my arms, and kissed her mouth. I was kissing her softly, just enough to reassure her that everything's ok and that I loved what was happening as much as she clearly does. I was kissing her when her body jolted again as she apparently came so strongly that she reached out for my hand and gripped it so tight. Ed did not stop pumping the vibe in and out of her juiced up cunt. My wife kept moaning and moving her hips wildly this time, then jolted again for her next orgasm. I continued kissing her and caressing her hair. I looked at how Ed was doing and his cock was out of his bike shorts. Ed was playing with what was a very presentable shaft! He was jerking off while pumping my wife with the vibe. When Ayee opened her eyes as she surfaced for air, she saw that Ed was masturbating and said a big WOW. That was probably all she needed to see to come again, and as her body convulse more violently this time for yet what felt like a much bigger explosive orgasm. Couldn't take anything more, she told me that she wanted the vibe out of her drenched cunt. I told Ed to remove it, and just as he did, Ed proceeded to suck on the end of the vibe, licking and drinking the remnant juices of wife's pulsating cunt. He kept licking her juices off the vibe until his cock stiffened and ejected large streams of white fluid on his chiseled abdomen. Ed collapsed on my wife's legs, his face directly next to her cunt that was oozing with her cum. After he sort of got back his senses, Ed got off my wife's legs, stood up and went to pick up his shorts. He surprisingly managed to keep his undershirt on. He took shaky steps to the table where his backpack was resting, brought out a towel, wiped sweat off his face and huge amount of sperm on his body. My wife was resting serenely in my arms as we both watched Ed put on his bike shorts. His cock still had a few trickles of his massive explosion. I stood up to thank him, and he thanked me back. He gave me his business card and offered the next session will be at 50% off! I said I'll keep his number and gave him a handsome tip. He approached my still naked wife in bed, shook her hands and before leaving gave her breast a light squeeze before saying "Thank you ma'm, you were terrific!." Ayee smiled and thanked him back, as she grabbed his business card from my hand. Stress-Busting My Wife Ch. 02 Thanks for the great response to my first “revelation” and for the guys who emailed that my story was hot yet believable. I’m really glad you found it easy to believe because everything I wrote there really transpired, just like everything I am about to write. Well, my wife Ayee clearly liked her first experience with her masseur Ed. It became a hot topic between us, and would always lead to fantastic sex afterward. We’ve talked a lot about it in our private time, and she admitted she liked the way she was “handled” and that she hoped I wasn’t jealous. I assured her jealousy toward her masseur would be downright stupid as he posed no real threat to our marriage. I asked her which part of the massage she liked best, and she said the part where Ed licked her breast and the part where he rubbed her cunt with his hands to the point that she came. She turned to me and asked which part did I like best. I smiled and told her I liked every part where she was visibly enjoying! We went through a relatively easy week, much easier compared with the previous ones. We’ve selected a more routine dinner-sex-spoon kind of evening, which always meant terrific sex and the soundest sleep. Ayee’s cunt never gets dry on me, and therefore even when she’s beat and sleepy, I can still plunge my 7-incher inside her with very little problem. She won’t always come but she would always like it. Then came a week when we were doing some output reviews with one of our more demanding clients. The review went on well but it was like we had to explain every printed catalogue we did for them over the past three years. We kept the business, and in fact they assured us of more business by making us sign into a two-year exclusive contract! After this meeting, Ayee was smiling though I could also see her tired eyes. She told me good thing those bastards in that client company gave us more business, or she would have made sure we let them go as clients after that meeting. We were both so tired but a little relieved because of the way things went. More business is always a good thing, whether from a good or a bad client. But as I was driving on our way home, I felt I was hungry. I asked my wife if she cared for a bite and I was surprised with her response; she said she’d care for a massage. I stopped the car and turned to her – asking her to say it again. She reasoned that there’s a reason to celebrate despite one stressful meeting, because we got a two-year contract with a client that most other printers out there would like to have in their portfolio. I could understand her point of course, but to celebrate with a massage was what caught my ears. I’d love to watch her go under the hands of Ed again, though uncertain what may happen next. Or perhaps that’s exactly what makes it more exciting! Convinced that she wanted a massage, I drove to the nearest hotel, which is our “outlet” whenever home is the worst place to deal with our stress – especially because we don’t have time to tidy things up before hitting the road for work each morning. On our way to the hotel, she stopped by our favorite Chinese restaurant to order some quick meals for the both of us. We savored Chinese deli before we both took a warm soak into the whirlpool tub. Ayee’s face showed how relaxed she was – eyes shut, head thrown up backward, arms by the side of her body, floating against the pressure of the whirlpool in which we unloaded a day of stress at work. I realized I have not called up Ed yet, and therefore decided to leave the bathroom. I asked Ayee where she kept his card, and she pointed me to her planner. Ed was pleasant as usual, and when he learned it was me, his voice became more lively. He kept referring to me as “Sir Lance” and I told him to just call me Lance but he couldn’t help it. Ayee was “Ma’m Ayee” to him as well. Anyway, I told him to come over and he swore by his life he’ll be with us in half an hour. Ayee was still in the whirlpool, and in fact yelled at me to put more liquid soap in the tub. I rushed to her and said Ed is on his way, and she gave me a dizzy look only to ask “Who’s Ed?” “Your masseur, honey!” and she exclaimed of course she remembers. “It’s just that I didn’t exactly expect you to go for him again in my second massage,” Ayee blurted. Probing further into that statement, I learned that she just wanted a massage, not exactly a repeat of the first massage, and not exactly with the same guy. This is one thing about women that men should know, and I admit I am beginning to understand it better myself just recently – women go to parlors and they emerge beaming, and it’s not about who did their hair; it’s about the fact that their hair was done! In this particularly case, my wife told me it’s the massage she’s after, not the masseur. That’s pretty straight-forward and yes, reassuring as well. She went as far as telling me that it did not matter who was holding the vibe that made her orgasm that first time she had such an erotic massage. The fact is it felt great. I could relate to that. I stepped out of the bathroom as the steam was making me sweaty. I looked for a place where I could comfortably sit in the room while my wife gets her massage. It didn’t take long before Ed rang the buzzer. “Good evening Sir Lance!” There he goes again I figured with this “sir” thing, but what the heck, the guy just wants to be polite. I asked him to come in and wait for Ayee to step out of the shower. I briefly checked on my wife if she’s done. She looks almost asleep in the whirlpool so I decided to let her take her time, knowing beforehand anyway that Ed was not in a hurry at all. Ed was just calmly seated on the same chair when I got back to him. I told him Ayee would take another 10-15 minutes and he said it’s ok. Then he asked me a few things about our work, obviously trying to start some sort of personal conversation. When he sensed I was a very open person, he proceeded to ask how far will he go in giving my wife erotic massage this time. I frankly was not prepared for that. I knew of course he was just making sure that everything he does is within acceptable limits to me as the husband. So I asked him how far had he gone with his other women clients. “With solo women clients, all the way sex, but with couples like the wife of a husband who watches while I massage his wife, not very far, only to the point that I was asked to lick the girl,” Ed narrated. That was one very hot idea. The thought of watching Ayee get licked by Ed gave me an instant hard-on. However I didn’t know if my wife would be up to it. Having her breasts sucked is one, having her cunt licked is quite another. Ayee has always been liberal about her breasts; she would go without bra for an entire day, in spite of our clients staring down at her always erect nipples and in spite of all the spontaneous caresses and pinches she gets from me through the day whenever she doesn’t wear bra. I told Ed we’ll play it by ear, as I am not sure how permissive my wife will be. He said he’ll just take his orders from me then. That was fine by me. Ayee stepped out of the bathroom, finally. Ed stood up at once. My wife removed the huge towel covering her. As if teasing the two guys in the room, she walked around freely without any cover. She cupped a generous amount of lotion and started applying it on her legs, which she placed on top of the chair before the dresser. With one leg up, her cunt was exposed to both me and Ed. She did the same with the other leg, again exposing her cunt widely in front of her masseur and me. She stopped and walked towards the bed, completely naked. Ed approached her and asked if she’s ready. Ayee said yes and asked me to dim the lights in the room. Her masseur took off his shirt and pants, revealing his muscled chest and arms. Ed was wearing a skimpy white underwear that barely contained his cock, the kind of underwear that’s so narrow in front that his pubic hair and part of his balls showed out. Her masseur asked her to turn over so that he can do her back and shoulders. I was surprised with my wife’s response “I don’t need a back rub. I want you to massage just the front of my body.” Ed complied by putting oil on his hands and proceeded to put slight pressure on the base of her foot. Ayee objected, and told Ed she wants her upper legs massaged first. Ed had no choice but to move up, towards her legs. He then proceeded to gently press her thighs, moving his hands sideways around her upper legs. He started to rub her thighs all the way down to her knees, and my wife started having a very relaxed look in her face. My wife’s legs were relatively spread while Ed kept rubbing the sides of her thighs. He slowly moved up, closer to where Ayee’s legs and cunt met. He kept rubbing the upper side of her legs up and down, until he made it to the sides of my wife’s cunt. I saw Ed started to gently tap the sides of Ayee’s shaved cunt. He was tapping them gently, then would stop to rub the sides with his thumb. Juices started to flow from Ayee’s cunt. There was one huge drop of white juice flowing out of her hole, and Ed made sure he caught it with his right thumb. He then used my wife’s juices to start rubbing her snatch. Ed grabbed the pillows next to Ayee and placed them on her buttocks, which raised my wife’s cunt. With her legs spread and her cunt elevated, Ed proceeded to rub her clit, using his two thumbs, rubbing sideways, then up and down. Ayee’s leg were so spread that I can see the pink inside her hole. Pumping against his hand, Ed was trying to remain in contact with my wife’s cunt despite her fairly violent moving of hips, she was thrusting forward then rotating her cunt against the hands of her masseur. Then Ed’s next move surprised me, he inserted a finger inside my wife’s pussy. I saw half of his middle finger pumping my wife’s cunt, then he slowly started to put all of it inside. Ayee moaned as her masseur fingered her deeply. I brought my chair closer to the action, making sure I saw every moment of it. “Please stop,” Ayee told Ed. Her masseur looked confused, but he obeyed and pulled his finger out, and stopped touching my wife. I was confused myself as to why she told Ed to stop. My wife looked at me, and I waited for what she was about to say. “Honey, please take the chair by the window and be seated there.” The chair she was referring to was like six long steps away from the bed, which means I will have to watch what’s happening from such distance. I was about to ask why when my wife said “Please sit there, give us some space.” I could not believe what she was saying, but I nonetheless complied. Seated a good six to eight feet away from her, Ayee directed her masseur to resume massaging her. Ed worked on her vagina again, fingering her still, more briskly this time and Ayee kept thrusting her hips forward. Then I heard her say something soft to Ed, which made Ed stop and position his upper torso between my wife’s legs. He then lifted Ayee’s left leg over his shoulder and proceeded to kiss the top of her shaved cunt. Gosh, the masseur is about to eat my wife’s cunt, and I am frozen though boiling in passion inside. I couldn’t explain the feeling of wanting to call an end to it, and yet wanting my wife to feel the pleasure of her masseur’s mouth. I wanted to go near the bed but Ayee specifically told me to remain seated where I could see what’s happening but from a good eight feet away! This was some sort of torture for me! I can see her legs so spread and Ed’s mouth buried deeply beneath her cunt. I can see his tongue flicking her clit, while his finger pumps her wet hole. When Ed would lift his head a bit from my wife’s cunt, I could see Ayee’s juices attached to Ed’s chin and lips, forming a shining transparent bridge between his mouth and my wife’s cunt. I also noticed the head of his cock had started to come out of his underwear. Ayee came in a blast, she moaned so loud that you’d get the feeling she hasn’t had sex for years! Yet Ed did not leave her cunt, his tongue continued and his fingering did not stop. He even lifted my wife’s legs higher and spread them wider. He kept licking her, and his lips were so aggressively eating my wife’s pussy lips that I could see his facial muscles move violently. His muscled left arm went up her body and found her breasts. His right hand was still busy fingering my wife. The massage had stopped and the sex has started minutes ago I know. My own bulge was getting very hard to ignore. My wife was moaning again, in an ascending pitch, and her body shook violently with apparently her second orgasm. Again, Ed did not stop licking her, but stopped fingering her. Her masseur started to reposition himself between her legs to the point that his body was now lying by his side, yet never stopped licking her. I could see his tongue darting my wife’s very wet hole. In this position, he was able to rip his underwear apart and bring out his cock. Ed started jerking off while eating my wife. He kept licking, and from where I was seated, I could see his tongue and lips kept munching my wife’s clit. He would stop only to tongue my wife’s hole, which by now was flooded with her masseur’s saliva and her sweet juices. The scene was too much for me to take. Seeing my wife all spread out, being eaten by her masturbating masseur was way too erotic. Ayee kept playing with her breasts, and Ed kept jerking himself off with his hand while his mouth remain glued to my wife’s cunt. I knew my wife was nearing her third orgasm when I heard her take very deep breaths, pressed on her breasts really hard, and wrapped her legs around her masseur’s body. My wife came wildly, she was screaming and she practically gripped Ed inside her legs while she came. I saw Ed’s cock spurt his thick cum as well, and he kept cumming like he has not emptied himself for months. They came together. I stood up, defied Ayee’s order for me to remain seated from a distance, and jammed my hard cock inside my wife. Ed move away from the bed to give way. My wife jolted when I entered her so hard that I felt the very edge of her vagina. I pumped her like crazy, lifting her left leg so that I can really fuck her deep and hard. She kept moaning, and her cunt kept flowing with juices. Ed was watching the cunt he just licked get fucked. He went by the side of my wife and started playing with her breasts. That made me harder and made my wife tighter as she approached yet another orgasm. Ayee came again, her fourth by my last count. Ed was licking her breasts by now, and when I say licking, he had the entire nipple of my wife’s left breast inside his mouth. My wife was in ecstasy, she kept moaning louder, and when I exploded inside her, she came with me one last time before I collapsed on top of her body. Ed was holding her breast when I embraced her, sweat covering both of our bodies. I fell by my wife’s side, and felt so weak after such tremendous climax. I was looking for Ed when I felt my wife’s body move. Ed positioned himself between my wife’s legs, with his cock hard again. Ayee was too weak to say anything that when she saw her masseur was about to fuck her, all she managed to say was “shit he’s going to fuck me honey.” Ed dove between her legs again. He licked her cunt with my cum oozing out of it. He pulled my wife’s clit between his gripped lips. His long tongue kept wiping her hole up and down, then he got up to kneel on the bed between my wife’s legs. Ed looked like he was rubbing his cockhead on my wife’s entrance. Then I saw Ayee bit her lower lip, and Ed was clearly starting to enter her. His 7-inch cock was of same length as mine, but he was much thicker. Then finally, Ed placed himself all the way inside my wife’s cunt. Ayee kept breathing hard and moaning, I was beside her as Ed made her body shake with the way he was pumping her. Every time he would pull out, my wife’s body would relax. Every time he would pump his cock inside her again, my wife’s body would tense up. Then my wife’s body started moving more violently, as Ed fucked her harder. Ayee screamed at my ears “fuck it feels so good!” as she placed her head on my shoulder with her eyes shut. Ed leaned forward to suck her nipples while pumping her. I held her left breasts and pressed them so that her nipples would be spouting for Ed to tongue. I could see his mouth eating my wife’s breasts as this was all happening before my eyes as I remained lying beside Ayee, with her head over my left arm. My wife started her strings of “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming…” which only made her masseur fuck her faster. My wife gave out a scream as she came, followed by Ed’s “fuck I’m cumming!” Ed’s cock was jerking inside my wife’s cunt as he came, my wife’s vagina was barely able to contain his massive cock’s jerking movements as it emptied its cum inside her cunt. Ed pulled his cock out, and his shaft was all white from Ayee’s juices, then plunged it all the way in again. Whenever he would pull out, his shaft was so white that you could barely see any part of his cock’s skin. As he pulled out completely, his thick sperm rolled out of my wife’s hole too, leaving her cunt oozing with my sperm earlier and her masseur’s freshly pumped liquid. I got hard again and positioned myself between my wife's legs. I fucked her again, and by now her hole was so slippery with my cum and Ed mixed inside her hot, pulsating hole. Ed positioned his moouth close to my wife's cunt. While I kept pumping eye's glorious cunt, Ed started to lick her clit from the top of her mound. It made me harder, and made me fuck my wife harder. I could occasionally feel Ed's tongue hitting a portion of my cock, but did not bother to stop since I saw my wife was already in tears of ecstasy. She was shivering head to toe, her body was shaking and her voice was breaking. Then her cunt gripped me so tight as she screamed her orgasm out. Ed shifted position and placed his cock between my wife's perfect breasts. He held the side of her breasts against his shaft. My wife's masseur started tit-fucking her, while I remained pumping in and out of her cunt. I tried to see my wife's face though Ed's body was covering me. Her eyes were completely closed, her lips wide open and she was breathing heavily. Finally, just as Ed was about to cum, he moved his cock away from my wife's breasts and positioned it on top of her pubic mound. He blasted his sperm over her cunt while I was pumping her hole. Not content with that, Ed used his hot steam of white fluid to finger my wife's clit, again while I was pumping her. This made Ayee scream so loud that I thought security would have to check us out. Ed's continuous flicking with his finger of my wife's clit proved to be Ayee's undoing, her cunt once again gripped so tight that I just had to explode with her too. I collapsed next to my wife, while Ed collapsed on the floor, with only his legs remaining in our bed. My wife was beat red but her breathing became more relaxed. She leaned toward me and said "Thank you..." Stress-Busting My Wife Ch. 03 Ok, hold on a minute – I know it took like forever for me to publish this third part. Thank you for all the praises you threw at my first two submissions. There's actually a third, a fourth and a fifth part. And all of them remain true stories, they really happened between me and my wife. So to Stress-Busting My Wife Parts 1 and 2 readers and to those who sent me email with such positive feedback, thanks and here's the third part: My wife Ayee through the years that we've toyed with the idea of her being sexed up by another guy has remained very open to further adventures. She does not ask for it every day, gosh not even every month or every quarter. In fact the last time it happened was more than a year ago from the date of this submission, and it started with a trip to a highland part of the Asian country in which we live. It was one of those 10 hour drives that just bore people to the max. Ayee would alternate the driving chore with me. She'd go 1 hour every time I'd complete a 3-hour journey. We wanted a break, and it was a long weekend and was a perfect time for such break. Along the way, she kept telling me how she explosive she imagines our lovemaking to be and I would occasionally feel up her pantyless crotch and pinch her nipples once in a while. If you read the first two parts of our Stress-Busting story, you'd know by know she's one of those gifted with such a terrific body, a perfect pair of high breasts with nipples perpetually pointing upwards (34C), legs that need million-dollar insurance, exquisitely pretty face and yes, the sweetest cunt that's always trimmed. All of this in a 5 ft 4 in package that weighs just a little over a hundred pounds! While driving on a remote stretch of the highway, we came across a truck of soldiers apparently moving from one military camp to another. Ayee dared me if I would let her do something naughty. She said she wanted to flash her breasts to those bored soldiers, and would like to see their reaction. The thought excited me and I told her she should do whatever she feels like. She said I should drive faster such that the car is close enough for the soldiers to get a good view of us. I drove close enough without compromising safety, but surely near enough for them to see my wife. At this point, Ayee reached for a spare shirt in the rear seat of the car and pretended that she needed to change clothes. Then with one swift stroke, she took off her tank top and because she's not fond of wearing bra, her supple breasts were exposed under the glaring heat of the sun and in full view of the truckload of soldiers. One of the soldiers apparently tapped his comrades and pointed towards our car. Before we knew it, all of their eyes were glued to us. I looked sideways at my wife and saw her wearing dark sunglasses, which at least lets her maintain some anonymity. She was taking so slow putting on her new blouse. She even paused to ask me if I like the color of her spare blouse and to prolong the excitement, I told her no, she should wearing something pastel to help deflect the summer heat. She then decided not to put on her spare blouse, which meant she was exposed all the more. She didn't try to cover her breasts, one thing I admire about her showing off – she does it so confidently and almost nonchalantly. Then she reached for another bag in the rear seat of the car and found a new tank top. Before putting it on, she decided to comb her hair and put on a clip, which raised her arms and exposed her firm breasts all the more. It was taking her forever to put on her clip, and when she finally had it in place, she decided to take a bottle of mineral water, which again raised her arms and revealed her hardened nipples all the more. The soldiers were now fixated upon her. One of them started to unzip his pants and was apparently pulling out his cock. He was making a hand sign telling us to pull over then pointed at his cock with his left hand and to my wife with his right hand. Ayee was ignoring all those hand signals, and proceeded to finally wear the new tank top. Afterward, she told me she had enough for now and that I should overtake. The huge truck of course was no match to the speed of our SUV, and so I pulled away. I could see the disappointed look on the faces of the soldiers. Wanting to find out how my wife responded to the whole thing, I reached between her legs and felt her dripping wet. That's all I needed to feel to confirm she was awfully excited by the whole thing. I asked her if she is up to much more than just flashing her breasts to helpless soldiers. She asked what I had in mind. Knowing she was wearing such very short skirt and have no panties, I decided to pull over the nearby gas station to refill the tank. I told Ayee to spread her legs apart such that her shaved cunt cheeks can be viewed from outside the window of the car. Then I rolled down halfway the tinted window on her side, and the gas boy approached us. I told him to fill my tank up, but purposely talked to him through Ayee's window. At first he didn't seem to notice my wife but when I rolled down the windows some more, he couldn't help but notice her bare legs. Tentatively stealing glances at my wife's legs, I decided to get off the car and pretend I was checking something in the rear compartment. I stood behind the car where I can actually see my wife pretending to be asleep and the gas boy now leaning towards her window. Then he stood up close near the side mirrors where I know he can get a good view of my wife's spread legs. He tried to look where I was and I kept my head low pretending I was fixing stuffs in the spare tire case of the SUV. It then made him more daring, he decided to stick his head closer to the window, almost sticking his face inside. My wife was motionless, she was playing her part to the hilt. This went on for almost a minute then the gas pump stopped and the gas boy stepped away from the car. I paid the bill and sped off. Ayee told me that she did see through her very dark shades how the gasoline guy was staring at her. She decided to pretend that she was moving her body while sleeping and spread her legs some more, giving him not just a view of her cunt cheeks, but of her wet crack as well. I asked why she did that, and she said she actually find the gasoline guy cute. I asked her if she wanted us to drive back so she can do her naughty stuff some more and I heard her make an approving sound. I came out with an excuse that the car needed water in the radiator, so I drove back to a smiling gasoline boy. He immediately ran to the side of our car where Ayee was seated and asked if there's anything else we needed. I told him the car needed water, so he went to the water storage area and came back with a hose. While pouring water, I asked him about directions to the certain town we were going to (I knew the way, of course!). He tried his best to explain it to me but I kept looking and sounding as if I don't comprehend at all. Eventually he offered to ride with us so he can help us navigate, and that anyway he's off for the day. I then told him I'll ask my wife if that's ok, then I went to Ayee and told her the gasoline guy was to join us in the car. She smiled but asked me "are you sure you don't mind honey?" I smiled back and told the guy to get done with the water and hop in. While driving, I had a small talk with the guy. He's 20 years old, and works as a part-time gasoline attendant in the day and gym instructor at night in the nearby health and fitness center. No wonder he had a fairly muscular built. He said he lives with his grandmother and could not afford college. When we made it to the town, the sun was almost out for the day so I decided to invite him to join us for dinner. He initially declined but I insisted. It was a quick dinner during which my wife kept leaning forward to serve both of us food and show her cleavage in the process. This gas boy named Jay just couldn't resist anymore and finally blurted out the words "you are very beautiful, madam." My wife smiled and thanked him. Before long, dinner was over and we headed for the hotel, with Jay again helping us navigate. The hotel was fully booked and could only accommodate us the next day. It was the only hotel in the 50-mile stretch, and I didn't want to drive any further. Ayee too said she wanted to rest of the night. Jay offered us his place which he shares with his grandma, he said it's not that comfortable like a hotel but has one big bed that we can use through tomorrow morning. I looked at my wife and she said it was up to me. I told Jay it might be too much bother, but eventually gave in because it was still better than sleeping in the car in the middle of a remote town not necessarily known for its safety at night. The place Jay calls home was a sprawling structure called a nipa hut, a typical rural house in Asia. He showed us the room where we can stay after he introduced us to his grandma who was just too happy to accommodate us. She even brought out hot ginger ale for us to drink. Jay brought out apparently newly washed blankets from a wooden box by the bedside. He pointed us to the bathroom as well, which was just three steps away from the bedroom and has no door! His grandma left and went to the other room, which was at the lower level of where our room was which is elevated like a mezzanine. Jay left us for a minute which gave me time to talk to my wife. I asked what she has in mind and she said she's actually too tired to do anything but would like to be served and pleased. I told her all she has to do it lie down, be naked and I will take care of the rest. She hugged me and kissed my lips with a very wet mouth. I asked if she's going to draw some limitations, she said she wants to orgasm before sleeping, whatever it takes, and that she's been horny throughout our drive and was just about ready to burst. I told her to take a quick shower then head for bed. When we were both settled in bed, I called Jay and asked what time should we hit the road the next day. He said he gets up at 5 o'clock every morning and that if we didn't mind, he could wake us up too. I said it was kind of him, and thanked him for his generosity. I also asked him if he wanted some beer, I have a few cans in the back of the car. He said sure and before we knew it, we were downing beers can after can, a few feet away from my wife who pretended she was trying to make a sleep. After three cans for each of us, the place was all quiet. I moved closer to my wife and kissed her face. I reached under her blanket, and the motion I created was obvious to Jay that I was touching her breasts. Ayee didn't move. I told Jay I saw him staring heavily at my wife in the gas station, he said who wouldn't?! I gestured for him to move near the bed, and he did just that, not doing anything, just looking at my wife, breathing heavily I could hear. I decided to lift Ayee's blanket from her feet up, exposing her legs. Then I kissed and licked her breasts, hoping Jay would know what to do next. My wife moaned softly. Jay took off his shirt. I saw him hold my wife's two feet with his hands to spread them gently. Then without asking for permission, he slipped his head inside the portion of the blanket that still covers my wife's thighs. I decided to remove the blanket some more, leaving only my wife's upper torso covered. I saw Jay dive between Ayee's legs. He was hungry. In the dim light of the room, I could see his tongue darting on Ayee's clit. He was not content. He decided to spread her legs wider and lifted her knees above the bed, making Ayee more accessible. I kept licking Ayee's breasts while looking at Jay. Ayee was ecstatic. She kept making whispered noises of pleasure to my ears while I suck her breasts very gently, with my one hand caressing her hair. Jay lifted his face from my wife's cunt, and I saw his face from his nose down his jaw the glistening juices of my wife mixed with his saliva. He spoke so mildly, almost beggingly "sir, can I put my finger inside ma'm?" I nodded and he proceeded to lick his finger and started playing with my wife's clit. He kept doing those light touches on her clit until he decided to aim his longest finger for my wife's hole. Ayee anticipated by spreading her legs a bit more, and moaned a bit louder. Jay sank his finger in her, slowly, almost reverently. He was taking his time. He was looking at my wife while he was doing it. He then started moving faster. My wife kept moaning as softly as she could. I stopped licking her breasts and instead chose to watch while I play with her nipples in my hands. Jay stopped fingering her, only to lick the finger that just came out of my wife's cunt. "Oh so sweet sir, you're a lucky man!" Jay spoke those words as if he's the luckiest guy tonight. At this point I decided to step away from my wife, after whispering to her "you're on your own now my love." Ayee nodded. Jay saw me moving away but not out of the room. He immediately moved to the side of my wife's body and went for her breasts. He lapped them. He wasn't so polite this time. He licked and sucked and bit her nipples. Ayee moved her hips at Jay's fingers. I moved closer to see how her cunt was doing, and saw the Jay actually had two of his thick fingers inside her. Jay kept attacking her nipples with his mouth and her cunt with his fingers. Ayee made her usual pre-orgasm sound and breathing. I knew she was close. Jay somehow instinctively knew it too. He stopped licking her breasts and went back to my wife's fingered cunt. He spread the flat area of his tongue right on top of my wife's shaved cunt, briskly mapping her clit. He would lift his tongue briefly off her clit and all the time create such a thick string of film made up of my wife's juice and his saliva. Just 10 to 12 of such tongue strokes from Jay's mouth and his relentless fingering made Ayee explode, trying to suppress her moan. She flooded Jay's finger and mouth with her very white juices, held his head harder towards her clit, and came on fire. It was a long orgasm. She kept cumming even after Jay stopped licking her. He didn't stop finger her though, which made Ayee kept pumping at his finger. (to be continued...)