9 comments/ 65809 views/ 7 favorites The Private Spa By: swigby999 The masseur with the broad shoulders—let's call him Ben—was man-handling my wife's heavy tits, squeezing them roughly, pinching her thick nipples, wobbling them back and forth, enjoying their heft. Ben was obviously having a good time, if the size of his hard-on was any measure. The tent in his pants was massive. He was obviously as hard as a rock. Judging by her heavy breathing, moist lips and the half-lidded stare she was giving me, Jenny was enjoying her birthday present as much as Ben was. It wasn't playing out exactly as I had envisioned when I set up this private spa treatment. The problem was, my dick was just as hard as Ben's. Watching my luscious wife stretched out on a table, covered with nothing more than a small towel across her hips, oiled up from head to toe, all of her delicious curves shining in the dim yellow light of the hotel room, was making me frantically horny. If this went any further, I was sure to explode. Jenny's eyes moved to the rapidly growing bulge in my pants and then her gaze met mine again. I knew at that moment that she understood exactly what I was feeling, and it just seemed to enflame her more. She closed her eyes, licked her lips and rolled her head back, slightly arching her back. She was eagerly offering up her large breasts to Ben's strong hands. Without really knowing what I was doing, I walked over to the table. I reached down and caressed Jenny's short-cropped blond hair. She turned her face and leaned into my hand, keeping her eyes closed. Ben, standing on the other side of the table, continued to stroke and squeeze her tits. He glanced at me for a moment but quickly looked back to my wife, like a little kid who's been caught in the act and hopes that if they just keep cool, nobody will notice what is really going on. Jenny opened her eyes and looked at me, a glazed expression, as though she were stoned. She reached out and squeezed the bulge in my pants and then closed her eyes again. I put my hand over hers and rubbed myself. She smiled, just slightly. With my other hand I picked up a corner of the towel covering her broad hips and started to pull it slowly to one side. She tensed for a second, opening her mouth slightly, as though she was about to say something. But then she relaxed. I pulled the towel off and threw it on the floor, pushing my iron-hard cock against her hand. My breathing was getting heavy and my head was slightly spinning. Ben didn't miss a beat. He slid his hands over the bulging sides of Jenny's breasts and ran them down her sides and over her now naked hips, lightly cupping her plump bum with his fingers and lifting her pelvis. Jenny kept her eyes closed and offered no resistance. I stood back again. Ben looked at me, raising his eyebrows. I nodded quickly. He turned back to his work, running his hands up Jenny's legs, the oil gleaming as his thumbs pressed along the insides of her thighs. She raised her hips in response as he pressed one hand onto her cleanly shaved mons and moved the other to her chest again, pinching a stiff pink nipple. She moaned quietly. Ben continued to press one hand in a gentle circular motion over my wife's cunt while pinching and twisting her nipples with the other. Jenny responded, pushing back against his hands, her breathing getting faster and faster. Her full tits wobbled and quivered under his touch as the color rose in her face and chest. My cock throbbed and strained against my pants and I felt a pressure behind my eyes, like I might stroke out at any moment. It was obvious how this was going to end. Jenny stretched her legs out straight and she started to tremble. She was pushing back hard with her hips against Ben's hand, in perfect rhythm with his stroking. Then she suddenly reached up to take Ben's head in her hands. She pulled him down and kissed him roughly, mouth open, her tongue searching for his. Ben seemed taken aback and hesitated for just a moment, but then bent down and reciprocated with a passionate kiss, all the while maintaining the circular pressure on her now swollen labia. Then Jenny broke the clinch and gasped for air. She put her head back and made a deep, guttural moan, holding onto Ben's shoulder's for support as her orgasm swept over her. She was trembling violently now, her face and chest flushed red, her eyes squeezed shut. With every wave of pleasure she pressed her hips harder against Ben's hand and gasped loudly. Without thinking I reached down and grasped by aching cock through my pants. I squeezed once and that's all it took. My eyes clouded for a moment and there was a ringing in my ears as the muscles at the base of my rigid hard-on flexed once, then twice. Just at that moment, Jenny looked over at me, her mouth open, a look on her face that I couldn't quite figure out .... expectation? Shame? Lust? As our eyes locked, I felt a releasing surge. My knees buckled and a wet warmth spread across the front of my pants. As I held my wife's gaze, I thrust my hips out towards her. I frantically tried to release my spurting cock from my pants. I stumbled towards her, clumsily tugging down my trousers. My cock finally sprang out for one last convulsive spurt. I heard my cum thud onto the floor as I fixed my eyes on Jenny's face. Everything else was a blur. And then everything became clear again. I stood there gasping, my flagging cock in my hand, my panting wife staring at me ... and there was Ben and his massive hard-on. I started to tug my pants back up, suddenly feeling completely embarrassed, trying to think of something to say. Ben looked down at my wife. He was still gently stroking her pussy, although the urgency was gone—at least, as far as my wife was concerned. But as for Ben and his cock, well, that was a different matter. The Private Spa Ch. 02 I was buckling up my pants and wondering how I could quickly end what I thought had turned into a pretty embarrassing situation. I had basically just jerked off while a muscular masseur whom we'd invited to our hotel room for a private spa treatment had gotten my wife off with his fingers. My pants were soaked from the cum I'd just blown into them, an embarrassment that my wife and this perfect stranger had just witnessed. I wanted to pack up and get out. The problem was that Ben, the masseur, was still gently fondling Jenny's crotch and was sporting what looked like a huge erection. She was still on her back on the table, glistening nude in the oil he'd covered her with, her full tits and broad thighs reflecting the yellow light from the only lamp that was on in the room. "Well," I said, to no one in particular. I had no idea what to say at this point. My wife was still recovering from the monumental orgasm that Ben had just given her. She was breathing quickly and had her eyes closed, a dreamy look on her face. The color was high on her chest and in her face and her thick nipples stood erect. Ben stepped a little closer to the head of the table, one hand trailing up my wife's body and gently rubbing one of her breasts. She smiled slightly, her eyes still closed. Sensing where Ben stood, she reached out with one hand found the tent in his pants. She pressed against it lightly. I couldn't believe it. Ben of course was happy and pushed himself into my wife's palm. Jenny slowly moved her hand up and down the front of his pants. "Uh, Jen, I think it's time for us to go," I said. It came out like a croak. My throat was still dry from my own orgasm. Neither one of them seemed to hear me. "Jen?" I said again. She looked over at me and gave me a short shake of her head. I wasn't sure what she was trying to say with that, but it was pretty obvious she wasn't planning to leave anytime soon. She kept stroking Ben's pants. I just stood there, watching and wondering what would happen next. That didn't take long to develop. Ben released Jenny's breast and took another step towards the head of the table. At the same time, he tugged his trainers down to reveal what was indeed one of the biggest boners I'd ever seen. It stood almost straight up and looked as hard as an iron bar. His cock didn't seem to faze my wife at all, however. She wrapped her fingers around it and slowly started to stroke. Things were going from bad to worse but I had to admit this was still turning me on. Even though it had only been a couple of minutes since I'd shot my load, I felt a stirring in my wet pants. Ben pulled off his trainers and then lifted himself onto the table so that we was straddling Jenny's body across her waist. His cock jutted out towards her face as he reached down and again began to squeeze and pinch Jenny's large tits, which jiggled and wobbled in response. She wrapped both hands around his massive cock and began slowly stroking him. She'd stroke once or twice and then release his erection, making it spring up sharply. She smiled, looking like she was enjoying the power over his body that she was exerting. Things moved back into a blur for me at that point. That's because Jenny sat up slightly and took the head of Ben's hard-on into her mouth. She never did that with me, always said it was too gross. But here she was with a complete stranger, hungrily taking his huge cock into her mouth. Ben breathed in loudly and looked up at the ceiling. Jenny slowly moved her head forward, taking more and more of his erection into her mouth. Somehow her glossy lipstick suddenly stood out and that's all I could see, my wife's full and luscious lips, glistening lightly, that until now had only kissed me, were now tightly wrapped around this other guy's cock, slowly and gently massaging his rigid member and bringing him a pleasure that she'd never given me. I pulled off my wet pants and threw them aside. My cock was again hard as rock, although only half the size of Ben's. I was mesmerized by the sight of my wife bringing him so much pleasure with her mouth. He was now rocking slightly back and forth, in rhythm with my wife's movements, his now wet and slippery hard-on sliding easily and quickly in and out of Jenny's eager mouth. She had reached out with her arms to grasp his buttocks and pull him closer to her. He looked back down at her and started to gently pinch her nipples. She moaned in response. I moved to the side of the table and looked down at her. She ignored me completely. Her eyes were locked on his, a look of eager expectation on her face. Ben was moving faster, staring down at my wife, squeezing her nipples. Her breasts wobbled as he flicked his fingers across them. I could tell from his breathing that he was close to cumming. My cock was pulsating as I watched my wife, knowing that she was about to bring Ben to a climax. She started to make quiet whimpering sounds with every thrust of Ben's cock into her mouth. I wanted to reach down and touch her, or take one of her hands and put it on my rigid cock, but I was sure that would break the moment and somehow ruin everything. So I just stood there, watching. At that point, Ben loudly inhaled and seemed to hold his breath. He was staring at my wife, his eyes almost bugging out of his head. My wife was staring back into his eyes, urging him on. He stopped thrusting and looked down at her. The room was completely still. It looked like the shaft of his cock expanded slightly. My wife's eyes half smiled, and then Ben let out a loud moan. Jenny closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed hard. Ben started to thrust again, slowly at first but then almost frantically. Jenny was swallowing and trying hard to keep up with Ben's thrusting, but she couldn't manage and his cock sprang free from her mouth, trailing a string of sperm across her lips and tongue. He reached down to grasp his cock and a huge jet of cum splashed across my wife's face. Her mouth was open for a moment and I could see what looked like a lot of his sperm inside. She again lifted her head up towards Ben's cock just as another spurt shot out. She caught it in her mouth and closed her lips around his member, again swallowing for all she was worth. I stood there in a complete daze, my dick almost exploding. I didn't want to repeat the last time and start jacking to my wife as she was doing this stranger. I wanted desperately for her to reach out and help me, the way she'd helped Ben, but she was totally focused on finishing him off. His orgasm was subsiding. He was still pushing his cock in and out of my wife's mouth, but he was clearly spent. My wife was gently rocking her head back and forth, lovingly massaging his withering cock with her lips and tongue. There was a long string of sperm across her face and a pearl-colored drop on her lower lip. Eventually Ben got off the table and quietly put himself back together and left the room. I don't remember his saying anything. My wife was also quiet. She sat up, glanced at me for a moment, looked down at my stone-hard cock and then walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I watched her wordlessly, wondering whether everything that had just happened was real. Our world had completely changed. The private spa had destroyed what had been our life up until then. I sat down on the hotel room bed and looked down at my boner. It wasn't going away on its own. I listened to the shower turn on in the bathroom. When Jenny came out, we'd have to talk. To be continued... The Private Spotlight Show "Cynthia, you certainly enjoyed yourself tonight," I said as we got back to our hotel room from the party. "You must have hardened every cock there tonight at least twice." "It was fun. That crowd needs a little livening up," Cynthia replied laughing, a bit tipsy from champagne. "Still, dancing a bit too close to your partners, smoldering glances with those eyes of yours, double entendre, being a bit too touchy-feely to pass off on casual party contact. You might have pushed the envelope a bit too far tonight, Kitten." "Yes, but it is your hard cock I've come home with." "Oh, I don't object to your flirting, Kitten. In fact, knowing that it will be me who will be filling your body at the end of the night increases my excitement when I see the hunger in the other men's eyes. But tonight, right now, you are going to provide a show for me." She looked at me questioningly, eyebrow arched. "What is it you want, Charles? What do you really want? Because I'll do it for you, but you need to tell me." "Stay right there. Don't move," I told her. I turned off all of the lights, one by one, slowly plunging the room into darkness. The lights from the city through the sheer curtain covering the window provide the only light. I slowly walk back to the overstuffed chair facing the center of the room and the bed. Cynthia has stood still throughout, not moving anything but her head, watching me walk around the room. I sit, lean over and pour myself a scotch, and loosen my tie. Cynthia stands stock still, staring at me. I take a sip of the single malt scotch, and set the glass down with a clink. I reach up, and tilt the table lamp down on its side, the light bulb aiming through the top of the shade. I flick the light switch, and the effect is to illuminate Cynthia in a baby spotlight. Ah, Cynthia. Sweet, smart, and oh so sexy, Cynthia. Her auburn hair is pulled up on her head. Her pale skin gleams in the soft light of the bulb. Her little black dress clings to her sumptuous curves. The dress ends just above the knee, giving way to her spectacular long legs, encased in black stockings. Her heels complete the picture, though she has been complaining all night about how they are uncomfortable. While I empathize, they have also been causing my cock to press painfully against my suit pants tonight. And, as discussed above, mine was not the only one in that state. "Baby, take off that pretty dress. I want to see what you've been hiding all night," I ask in a polite, but firm manner. Cynthia is on to the game, and the glimmer in her eyes tells me this will be a wild night. Cynthia reaches back to unzip her dress, and shimmies out of it, shaking those enticing hips too and fro as she does. Her eyes remain pinned to mine. The dress falls to an inky pool at her feet. Her right foot kicks the dress aside. She stands before me in the spotlight wearing only her stockings, black lacy panties and black bra, her legs accentuated by her heels. "Your bra, Cynthia. I want to see those lovely breasts." The bra clasps in front. Her hands go, almost shyly to the clasp, and it releases. She looks me in the eye, holding the bra together, hesitating to show me. I nod, and her hands separate. Cynthia's breasts escape their confines. The nipples are hard, the aureolas shadowing the nipple. The bra falls to the floor, and Cynthia looks to me for guidance. I rise, and take two steps towards her. We are both in the spotlight now. Cynthia's eyes lock on mine as I lean forward and kiss her deeply. I move my mouth lower, and suckle first one nipple then the other. I take two steps back and look at her nipples gleaming in the spotlight. "Touch them, Kitten. Pleasure your tits for me to see." Her hands move slowly to her moistened nipples. Her eyes remain on mine as her fingers begin to play with the flesh, and they become erect. She arches her back toward me, throwing her head back, displaying her creamy neck. As she does so, I am losing my patience for the slow strip show. I lower to my knees and place my thumbs in the waist of her panties. I can smell Cynthia's special and enticing aroma, mixed with the scent of amber. I can see the crotch of her panties are soaked through. She is enjoying being an exhibitionist for my audience of one. But then again, perhaps these panties have been moistened throughout the night. As I pull them down and away from her cunt, I am hit anew with a fresh wave of Cynthia's aroma of arousal. My cock thrums against my pants. I can see droplets of her juices gathered on her pink lips. I slid the wet garment down her stocking-covered thighs, to her ankles and off, with her lifting first her left then her right foot to help me free her from the constricting prison of fabric. I move back to my easy chair, and sit. The spotlight shines off of Cynthia's alabaster skin. The wetness on her pussy sparkles. I detect wetness dripping down her thighs. She looks at me questioningly. "On the bed." Cynthia slowly slides onto the bed, propping herself up with her hands. "Spread your legs for me, Kitten. Show me that wet pink jewel between your legs. Show me all of your secrets." Cynthia's hands move to her ankles, and she spreads her legs wide. Her tight little pussy gapes, as much as it is capable, in front of me. Her hands slide from her ankles in unison along her stockinged legs to stop at mid thigh. "Open your lips. Show me your inner core." Cynthia's fingers move to her small lips, and open her slit up for my prying eyes. The spotlight illuminates the gleaming pink interior wonderfully. I can see her white cream gathering inside, waiting to ease the entry of my hardened cock. "Show me your tightest hole, my love." Cynthia blushes, taken aback at my request. But she can see in my eyes, I am not joking. That, and the fact that my hand slowly unzips my trousers, freeing my hard cock through the zipper, show her that I very much want to see this. Her eyes immediately focus on my hard cock, the dispersed light from the spotlight showing her the gleaming precome on the tip. I begin to stroke myself. Slowly. Cynthia reclines further, her long legs go up in the air, and behind her head. Underneath the small mouth of her pussy, I can see the slightly darker whorl of tight muscle that is Cynthia's asshole. I have tested its resilience before with my fingers, cock, even my tongue. In fact, there is no part of Cynthia that I have not tested with my tongue. "Place a finger inside." Cynthia's eyes close, as her right hand slowly moves to the cleft of her ass. A tapered finger approaches her tight berry, and makes slight circles. The tight hole has become lubricated from the copious overflow of her juices from her quim to her ass. The fingertip pushes in, and I hear a gasp. The finger pushes on, slowly, slowly. I see a mixed look of pleasure and apprehension on Cynthia's face as the digit enters all the way. "Fuck yourself with it. Slowly." Cynthia's finger begins to slowly glide in and out of her tight asshole. Her breathing increases. I can see the tight pucker grasp the invading digit. I long for it to be my cock. But the available opportunities for pleasure are so many. "Enough. I want you to make yourself come. Show me how you pleasure yourself. But keep your eyes on mine." Cynthia's legs return to the bed. I move my chair forward, to the edge of the bed. I want to see, hear and smell everything. My face is a foot away from Cynthia's pink treasure - - my treasure for tonight. Her red fingernails move to her wet sex. Her eyes remain pinned on mine, as I switch my intent stares from her eyes to the wet sex she pleasures. For my pleasure. Her fingers begin slowly making circles around her erect clit. A finger dips into her opening for more moisture, and comes out gleaming and soaked. Cynthia's hips begin bucking, as against a lover, seeking to take his cock deep. I can hear the squish of her juices, but more than anything I can smell her sweet arousal. I continue to pump my cock as I watch Cynthia pleasure herself. Cynthia's eyes leave mine momentarily to stare at my engorged cock as I stroke it. She quickly mover her eyes back to mine, as if she has been caught doing something not permitted. And, of course, she has. But I understand. "Kitten, you may stare at my cock as I stroke it, while I watch you make yourself come." Her eyes immediately fall back to my cock, as my hand slowly glides over it, stopping at the angry purple head. Cynthia's breath becomes ragged, I can hear the screams of orgasm welling up in her. Her hands become a blur at her crotch. And she explodes, filling the silent air with her screams of pleasure. I can see her pussy lips contract, the muscles inside of her ripple as evidenced by her asshole winking at me. I can take it no longer. I thrust my trousers down my hips, fling myself on Cynthia as she writhes, and ram my cock home. Her cunt is still fluttering from her continuing orgasms. In one quick thrust my head is at her cervix, her cunt walls wildly massaging my cock. I ram quickly, not concerned with making this last. After the teasing all night, and this display of Cynthia's intoxicating sexuality, I must just come and come now in or on her body. Cynthia's legs wrap around my body, massaging my back. "Take my cock, Babydoll. Take every inch of my cock." Cynthia is in constant orgasm now, finding it hard to catch her breath, but yet squeezing me with her strong legs. Her eyes, though, are riveted on my face. I have one more hole to fill before I reach my climax. I slowly withdraw my cock from her sucking pussy and place my slick head at the tight berry of her ass. Her eyes open wide and a wicked grin comes to her beautiful face as she pulls her knees back to her breasts. "That's it, Charles, fuck my nasty asshole before you blow your load," she moan. "Claim me, all of me." I push slowly, inexorably, until my head stretches past her sphincter with an almost audible pop. Cynthia winces from the combination of pain and pleasure, and then dares me with her eyes. I take the dare and push my way into her hot, cloying forbidden hole in one long thrust. My balls now resting on the cleft of her ass, my cock revels in its tight heaven. She is completely open before me, her pink cunt lips still stretched from the fucking she has just received there, her juices drip down to further lubricate my rod. After gathering my wits, the fucking commences. Her moans reach a scream as I fuck her tight asshole strongly and deeply. My eyes marvel at the way her snug hole grips my shaft. What was once a tight aperture is now large around my girth, hugging me, milking me. It is too much. Cynthia can read when I'm going to come, even through the haze of her own orgasmic bliss. She can see it approaching quickly for me. "In my mouth, Charles. I want your come in my mouth. Let me taste the mixture of my ass and your seed on my tongue." I quickly pull from Cynthia's tight anus, marveling at how it now gapes. My cock wet from Cynthia's juices bobs in the air briefly before Cynthia inhales it with her mouth. Her head bobs quickly, her tongue swirls around the head and shaft, and her hand rhythmically strokes me. My eyes roll back in my head. Cynthia is still panting from her orgasms, and indeed, one hand remains stroking her clit as she sucks me. "Fill my mouth, Charles. I want to taste your sweet hot come. Give it to me. Now." "Oh, God, Cynthia, take it. Suck me dry. Take all of my seed. Ahh." My cock explodes in Cynthia's mouth, shooting into her throat. My groans now fill the room, accompanied by Cynthia's satisfied "yummy" noises. Spurt after spurt fills her mouth. Her tongue continues to churn, and rivulets of my come escape the corners of her mouth. My cock finally becomes too sensitive, and I withdraw. Cynthia brings a finger to the corners of her mouth, gathers the runaway come, and sucks her finger sensuously. It is almost enough to make my cock hard again right away. I collapse to the bed and heave a great sigh. Cynthia slowly kisses down my thighs to my cock. Her warm mouth begins cleaning and suckling my cock. Though soft, I can feel a glimmer of life returning to my rod. It will be a long night.