12 comments/ 40422 views/ 25 favorites Growing Pleasures By: elpavilion Author's note: So for the trolls, save yourselves a little time. If you don't agree with this type of adventure, don't read. There are tags and categories to guide you to your type of story. Second, if I ever found myself in a situation like this for real, like if I was somehow transported to the world of Penthouse Forum contributors, things would probably be different. Of course I would use a condom with a stranger and make sure my partner did too. But for a work of fiction, the future doesn't matter to horny people and they can laugh in the face of hygienic danger, pretending that it's the 60's again and STD's don't exist. For the rest, I know there are a gazillion of these stories already on Literotica. So what? This is my take on it from my own brain with my own images. I HOPE you like it. I mean we all pony up our dollars for "Expendables" (a lot of us did it 3 times), so it should be OK to read a new story on an old topic. I mean really, if one works at it hard enough, one could prove that almost every story or movie is basically a retelling of something Shakespeare already wrote. Sorry for the rant. Now on with our story. Comments and votes are appreciated from people who can discern a fictional story from real life. That means that just because it's written in the first person, that doesn't make it a real story. Oh, and first person means using "I" like it's told by a real person. ***** Normally when my wife and I take vacations, I have a hard time cutting loose for the normal vacation stuff like shopping, excursions, pedicures and spa treatments. Mostly it just feels like my wallet is hemorrhaging money all day and every day on top of all the other vacation expenses. But the last vacation we went on, I budgeted for some of the things I know she likes and surprised her with a pedicure one day and then a massage at a spa another day. The resort we were in had all the alcohol and food we wanted, whenever we wanted, but didn't have a spa, but the concierge recommended one a short distance away and suggested that we go together and get a couple's massage. I had never heard about couple's massages, but instantly my mind jumped to an image of the two of us getting rubbed down in a room together while I could see another man rub my wife in a safe, semi-intimate way. I always teased her about the massages she got, hinting lewdly that maybe more went on than just a back rub. It led to some conversations about sex with other people, and I had drunkenly shared that I fantasized sometimes about her and another man or me with another woman. She never showed much interest in the same fantasy. We laughed it off as innocent intellectual foreplay. My mind came back to reality after the quick jaunt to fantasy land. It turned out, from the concierge's description, that my thoughts were close: he said that we would be in the same room and could have our massages at the same time. We could request a "therapist" (he actually made the air quotes with his hands when he said it) of either sex and could even get a four hand massage, which I had to assume was having two people working out the kinks on each of us. He leaned over the counter between us conspiratorially and lowered his voice "this place? This place is really special. I think you will like it a lot. I've gone there many times." I was on vacation, so getting a creepy recommendation from a minimum wage hotel employee seemed completely normal. I got the address and had him call to schedule us for just the regular couple's massage. I requested a woman to rub me and a man for my wife. I was doing this for her, but getting a man to rub her was partly for my benefit too, as I could only imagine how excited I would feel teasing my fantasy and watching my wife getting even this innocent pleasure from another man. I believed in my head that it would be exciting for her too. I barely thought about the fact that a strange woman would be intimately touching me at the same time, so I guess I was really focused on my wife. She was excited when I told her about the plans I'd made. Like I said, I have a reputation for holding on pretty tight to a dollar, so she was happy with me for not only cutting loose with the money, but for taking care of the arrangements too. It just shows that women and men think differently. She never said anything about the fact that I had gotten her a masseur instead of a masseuse. We spent most of the massage day in the warm sun drinking all kinds of cocktails and a couple of ice cold beers and taking the occasional cooling dip in the pool. She had oiled herself with sunscreen several times and her skin had that all day in the sun look, and she smelled wonderfully of sweet coconut oil. Her large breasts were barely covered by her skimpy bikini and her bottoms covered just enough of her luscious ass and pussy to keep her from being thrown off the beach. The time came to make our way to our massage and we just put on some light clothes over our beachwear, gathered our things and walked the short few blocks to the salon in the balmy heat of streets near the ocean. Away from the resort and down the mostly cement building lined streets, the heat was almost oppressive, even with a breeze blowing through our flimsy clothes. The short walk did nothing to diminish the buzz we had from drinking all day. The place was a little shady looking on the outside. It was in a beat up strip mall with a second hand store on one side and a liquor store on the other. The other stores in the little mall were small shops for trinkets and cheap tourist clothes. The window had a bright neon sign saying "Massage" and faded window paint declared that they had the "Best Couples Massaging". We went in anyway. They already had my credit card, so we had to at least go inside to check it out. Inside was a little better. There was a small, cheap fountain bubbling away, some soft music and several different floral smells, which I assumed were the massage oils. Most importantly, an air conditioner cooled the room enough to provide relief from the heat on the streets. A very pretty receptionist in her late 20's professionally greeted us from behind a folding card table and got us "checked in". She wore a white tank top and shorts, the white a stark contrast to her long, tan body. She was friendly, pretty and professional. She asked us if we had ever had a couple's massage, which we had not. She explained that we would be in a room together with a woman giving me my massage, and a man rubbing Angela. No surprise there, but then she said that if we wanted, there was a curtain that could be drawn between us to let us be together, but still have some privacy. I thought that sounded odd. Why would we want to be separated while we had a massage together? Then she asked if there were any areas we felt uncomfortable about being massaged. I don't know what Angela was thinking, but I was thinking she was asking about "problem areas", like "yeah, please don't work on my left shoulder. It's injured and sensitive." We both said we didn't have any uncomfortable areas. Our interview and instructions over, she walked us back down a short hallway with two doors on each side. I couldn't help staring at her long legs and shapely ass as we made the short walk. We went through one of the doors and found ourselves in a small room mostly taken up by two massage tables a few feet apart. There was a cord running down the ceiling between the tables and I could tell that was used to draw a curtain between them. The receptionist, Paula she said her name was, instructed us to remove as much clothing as we were comfortable with and then to lie face down on the tables with towels covering us. The "therapists" would be in shortly. She told us that we should just relax and let them know what we liked and didn't like. She said "but don't worry. We're very good about sensing what is pleasant for you and what isn't. You two will be fine. We're all going to have fun." I caught her use of "we" and thought that it was an unusual way for her to phrase it, but I'm inexperienced at massages of any type and just let it go. Then she walked out and closed the door. To my surprise, my wife quickly stripped naked, completely naked in about 20 seconds, dropping her clothes on a chair. Then she stood boldly in front of me as if challenging me to do the same. I stared at her firm, full breasts-she was a very full D cup-her nipples had gone erect from either the anticipation or the air conditioning, but the air conditioning was not blowing much cool air into the room. In fact, now that we had acclimated to the new temperature, it was pretty hot in there. I took in her beautiful body for a moment, and then she was moving on to the table to lay on her stomach with her perfect ass proudly displayed for me. She made no move to cover herself, so I put a towel on her back to cover her ass and upper thighs. I quickly assumed the same position, but kept my boxers on, even though they were still slightly damp from the early swimming. "Chicken," she said without even looking at me. "Shut up, slut," I teased back. After about a minute, the door opened and Paula returned. I only knew it was her because I recognized her voice when she said, "If you're ready, let's get going. This is Cody. He'll be doing your wife, and I'll be doing you." I couldn't see Angela's face, but I knew she would have a wry smile on it from Paula's phrasing. We couldn't see either of them because we were lying on our stomachs with our faces in the holes in the massage table: comfortable but not much good for seeing anything except feet. Paula was barefoot and Cody had on sandals. All I could tell was that his feet and legs were lightly tanned, and he had pretty big feet, like a size 13 or so. I was getting excited for my wife to start getting touched by this strange young (I assumed) man. The fact that she stripped naked so quickly told me she was eager too. We both indicated that we were ready. Some soft music came on and we heard someone light a candle. Soon the room smelled of cinnamon from the candle I guess. Then Paula was rubbing my feet with warm hands covered in oil. I don't normally care about getting my feet rubbed, but this felt really good. So good that I involuntarily moaned softly. I heard Angela gasp as Cody must have started at her feet too. She, however, loves to have her feet rubbed. I often do it for a long time as foreplay. By the time I'm bored with her feet, her pussy will be very wet and ready. "Sorry about that," Cody said in a soft voice. "I'll try not to surprise you again. I'll let you know what I'm going to do to you next if you want." I could almost hear Angela's brain making a wise crack at more phrasing humor. I could hear Cody's hands rubbing the oil into her feet. "That would be great," Angela said breathily. Paula said "We'll go through our normal massage routine that satisfies most couples. If you feel uncomfortable or want us to stop, just say so, or even if you tense up, it tells us you don't like what we are doing. OK with you?" "OK with me," we both said at the same time. "Would you like the curtain drawn?" Cody asked. Angela and I lifted our heads to look at each other, both of us with puzzled looks on our faces. I caught a glimpse of Cody firmly rubbing Angela's foot while her legs relaxed on the table. I was stunned to see a man around 30 years old, and over 6 feet tall. His hands made Angela's feet look like baby feet. She raised her eyebrows, as if to say "what the heck is he talking about?" I said that we were OK without the curtain and resisted asking why couples would want one anyway. After a few minutes of Paula working on my feet, I couldn't resist stealing another glance at Angela and Cody. He had her foot lifted, with her knee bent and was firmly kneading it with his massive hands. She moved forward and backwards slightly with the motion of his pressure on her foot. Even over the soft music I could hear her breathing deeply. Paula stopped and said "Eyes front" with a little giggle. I put my head back down, even though I didn't want to stop watching my beautiful wife enjoy her relaxing contentment. Paula resumed her attention to my feet. I was enjoying it, and it was very relaxing, but I was really excited too. I was starting to dread when Paula would ask me to turn over, fearing I wouldn't be able to hide my firm erection like I could on my stomach. Gradually I relaxed and my throbbing boner subsided. Then Paula was moving up my legs with soft, warm, oil covered hands from my ankles to the middle of my thighs just below the spot where my damp boxers stopped. I heard Cody say "Now I'm going to move to your legs." Then Angela let out a deep sigh as I assume Cody moved his hands up her legs like Paula had mine. Disregarding Paula's admonishment earlier, I turned my head to see Cody's huge hands dwarfing my wife's shapely, muscular legs as he rubbed up and then down them. He went a little farther than Paula did on me and almost touched her ass under the towel that had moved up and hardly covered her bare bottom. Angela's relaxed body moved under his firm pressure up towards her head as he slid his hands up her legs, and down towards her feet as he reversed directions. I could see her ample tits smashing about as her body moved. My boner was back. This was really hot and exciting. I kind of wanted to just forgo my massage and sit watching Cody and Angela. It was very innocent, but I was still getting extremely aroused by it. "Don't make me tell you again," Paula joked, but she didn't stop her massage of my legs. "Please don't get us thrown out of here," Angela said without moving her head. "Sorry." "Is it OK if I do your lower back now?" I heard Cody ask a few minutes later. "Yes. That's...mmmmm...great." Angela told him. Paula had worked her way up to where my boxers were. "These are wet still. Wouldn't you be more comfortable with them off?" She said. "You can take them off, or I can help you if you don't want to get up." I thought about it for a moment and then turned to look at Angela, surprisingly, she was looking at me. She looked a little stunned, then raised her eyebrows as if to say "whatever," and then she turned her head back down to look at the floor. She was breathing deeply and I could hear Cody's oil-slick hands sliding up and down her legs. "No, I'll do it," I said. I moved to stand on the floor so I could drop my drawers. I stood on the side of the table that would have me facing Angela and Cody. Suddenly the look Angela gave me had new meaning. While I had thought she was saying "Whatever" to my choice of being undressed by this hot young girl or undressing myself, she was really saying "whatever" to the massage experience she was getting. Cody was still rubbing oil up and down her legs, but now he was stopping at her lower back, moving his hands firmly and smoothly over Angela's ass before reversing direction. The towel was covering the middle of her back now. I looked over at Paula who was watching Cody and Angela too, ostensibly to give me privacy to get naked. I pulled my damp boxers down and my hard cock popped out like a spring. I moved to go back on the table and Angela turned her head towards me just in time to see my hard cock before I lay back down on my stomach. She closed her eyes but didn't turn away. She looked so sexy right there that I wanted to kick Cody and Paula out and plunge my dick into her and fuck her hard and fast. Instead, with my heart racing and my head spinning, I laid back down on the table, forgetting to cover up with the towel. Paula resumed touching my legs with her warm, oily hands and moved them all the way up the inside of my thighs until she just missed touching my balls, and then moved back down. I had to assume that Angela was getting the same treatment, but I didn't dare look. I wanted to look so bad that it was almost impossible to resist. I imagined Cody's giant hands squeezing the back of Angela's thighs as he moved them up until they just brushed the lips of her clean shaved pussy. My breathing was getting ragged as my excitement built thinking about the pleasure Angela was getting and the sound of Cody's oily hands going up and down her body added fuel to the fire of my excitement. Then Paula was at my side, rubbing my back and shoulders. She stood in the spot between the tables. I heard Angela moan openly, but quietly and chanced a look over at her. Cody had also moved up to her back and was moving his hands from her shoulders to her round, beautiful ass and back, the towel was nowhere to be seen, and then he was rubbing the sides of her ribs and firmly caressing the sides of her boobs. I couldn't believe how hot this was and how much I was enjoying it. I could only imagine how much Angela was enjoying it. "Everything OK?" Cody asked. Angela just moaned a little in affirmation. Paula was mirroring Cody's moves on my back, firmly kneading my shoulders, back and ass. I couldn't decide where to focus: on the hot young woman rubbing me, or on Angela and her hot massage. I was going nuts and my dick was throbbing between me and the table. "Would you like to turn over?" I heard Cody ask after a few minutes. I didn't hear Angela say anything, but I heard shuffling on the table as she rolled over onto her back. Paula pushed on my shoulder with one hand and my hip with the other to indicate that she wanted me to roll onto my back. Oh no. I have a rock hard erection and this young girl wants me to roll on my back now? I wish I hadn't forgotten that towel now. Reluctantly, I turned towards Angela's table so I could sneak a peek at what was going on and rolled onto my back, my cock sticking up in the air like a sundial, made even harder by the glimpse of Cody standing at my wife's head rubbing his massive hands over her shoulders and kneading her soft fat tits before moving down her flat stomach. In my super excited state, I convinced myself that this was still just a deeply intimate massage, and rationalized that it was OK. I caught Cody glancing at my dick before he put his attention back on Angela. I lay down on my back, too embarrassed to look at Paula at all, and closed my eyes. Paula never said anything. She just resumed rubbing my shoulders and chest from the side of the table, her firm hands working my muscles with authority. I could hear Angela's ragged breathing interspersed with soft moans. She was really getting into this. I couldn't believe how hot this was and how much I was enjoying seeing and hearing her get this erotic massage. I barely noticed Paula rubbing me until her hands moved down on either side of the base of my erect cock. She rubbed around my pelvis without touching my throbbing manhood, and dipped her hands in between my legs brushing my balls slightly with her slick, oily hands. Then she was moving her hands back up to my stomach and chest. After a minute or two of this, I couldn't resist checking out how Angela was doing. Her soft moans and heavy sighs were frequent. I looked over. HOLY SHIT! I thought. All pretense of this being an innocent massage was gone. Cody was only paying attention to the area between Angela's legs. He had one hand rubbing her between her thighs and one hand firmly grabbing and playing with her tits, and Angela, rather than resist him or stop him like I would have expected her to, had her legs spread and her knees raised slightly. I could tell by the way her body was moving back and forth, that Cody must have been moving one huge finger in and out of Angela's smooth pussy. Angela's hands rested on her pelvis right above her pussy as if she couldn't decide whether to grab his hand and pull it away or grab it and help him ram into her. Growing Pleasures I looked up at Cody's face. He turned towards me at the same time and raised his eyebrows in question. I took in the whole scene: Angela's knees up, her legs spread, her indecisive hands and the look of pleasure on her face as Cody finger banged her. I looked back at Cody and just shrugged. He smiled and increased the pace at which he finger fucked my wife. In my excitement, I hardly noticed that Paula was using both her oily hands on my cock and balls. How had I missed that? I looked up at her. She was focused intently on my dick, staring at the shiny precum that was collecting there. Slowly she slid her hand up to the underside of my dick head and then moved her hand all the way to the base. Her other hand gently kneaded my balls. And she was topless, firm, tan tits exposed and jiggling as she massaged my dick. When did that happen? She dipped her head and licked eagerly at the clear precum on the head of my cock. There was so much going on that I couldn't keep track. By the time I looked back over at Angela and Cody, his pants were down and his thick meaty cock was glistening with the oil that Angela was rubbing on it with one hand. She was still on her back and his hand was still between her legs moving in and out, but judging by how far her legs were spread, I had to guess that he had moved more fingers inside her. What kind of place is this? I wondered. How the fuck did all this go down so quickly? I asked myself these questions, but right now, my sex addled brain didn't care. I didn't know what to do or where to look, or what to focus on. Angela was basically having full sex right in front of me and I didn't care because now Paula was hungrily swirling her tongue around the head of my dick like it was the first lollipop she ever had, and she loved the taste. I reached out to play with one of her firm young tits and she moaned into my dick, the buzzing of it almost making me shoot my load in her mouth. I looked back at Angela, in the short time I focused on Paula, Cody had moved Angela so that her head was tipping back off the end of the massage table. She had one hand cupping his balls while he tried to shove as much of his meat into her mouth as she could take. She moved her head as much as she could to help him. The sight of that massive piece of meat going in and out of her mouth, stretching her throat and making her body rock was making me crazy with lust. As I watched them, Angela opened her eyes and briefly looked into my face while she sucked Cody's thick dick for a few moments, then kept going with her eyes closed. I looked down at my own cock. Paula was taking me into her throat all the way until her nose was buried in the hair above my cock. I am not nearly as massive as Cody, but I have at least 7 inches to brag about and Paula was gobbling all of it easily. My eyes were closed, but of course I could clearly hear Angela and Cody right next to me. It barely distracted me from the great job Paula did on my cock with her mouth. After what seemed like just a few seconds, but must have been longer, I looked again to see what was happening on the other table. To my surprise, Cody had turned Angela so she was lying across the table on her back, her head and shoulders facing me. Her head dropped back over the edge of the table and Cody was fucking her, fucking her pretty hard, and his dick was not small. She must have been really, really wet and excited for him to work all of what I had seen he had in this fast. Her body rocked with each thrust, her tits bouncing and her head shaking. Her eyes opened and she looked in my face. She mouthed silently "Oh my fucking god." I saw her look towards where Paula was using her mouth on me, and then Angela closed her eyes tight and took the pussy beating that Cody was dishing out. "Fuck ME!" she exclaimed softly. Paula climbed up on the table and straddled me; she was naked now, and I have no idea when that happened. All the stimulation going on in the tiny room had my head swimming. I didn't know where to focus. I must have been looking at Angela when Paula stripped her pants off. She kneeled down, pressing my cock down and rubbing back and forth on it with her pussy. Then she lifted up and guided me into her with one hand as she slowly impaled herself on my cock. Her pussy was hot and tight, and I was afraid I was going to blow my load before I was even all the way inside her, but I made it all the way in, and she fell forward, pressing those beautiful tits against my chest, and began rocking back and forth, up and down on my swollen, ready cock. The whole time I could hear Angela and Cody grunting with the effort of fitting his enormous cock into her tight pussy over and over again. Paula picked up the pace on my cock and was pumping on it like she was trying inflate herself. Angela was holding both her tits firmly as she took the pounding Cody was giving her. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of sex: skin slapping together, gasps, groans, moans and some wet, slick slurping noises. My head was spinning so that I didn't know which way was up. I was focused on Angela and Cody so much that I only noticed my building orgasm just as it was too late to stop it from blasting cum into Paula's pussy. She moaned and pounded her snatch down faster and harder on my gushing prick. After a few hard thrusts, she stopped moving and just pressed down on me as she shuddered and came quietly on my softening dick. At nearly the same time, I heard the familiar sound of Angela climaxing with grunts of satisfaction, but Cody didn't slow his pace to let her cum peacefully. I watched her face closely. I knew what she looked like when she had an orgasm. I knew what she sounded like when she had an orgasm. I knew she was having an orgasm right then as Cody relentlessly rocked her body with his loud pounding thrusts. Then her face changed and she opened her eyes wide and gasped, tensing all the muscles we had come here to relax. Cody made a final grunting moan and then pulled his big cock out of Angela and began shooting creamy white sperm. Long, thick ropes of it loped out of his pulsing cock to land on her belly and boobs. Angela still had that wide-eyed look on her face as her front was painted with cum. I had just shot my load in Paula, but the site of Angela and Cody like that was getting me very excited again already. I was shocked when I saw her grab Cody's softening cock and shove it back into her. As soon as she did, she started bucking up against him again and he resumed pumping into her. She closed her eyes tight and grit her teeth, her lips slightly apart so her teeth showed. She grabbed him around his neck with her arms and pulled him to her, his chest smearing his cum around her tits and belly. And still she pumped onto his cock furiously. Suddenly she let go of him and her head fell back so I could see her face clearly. She relaxed and shuddered. Her lips parted slightly and her arms fell to her side. Cody's thrusting stopped and I could tell by her face that she came again while I watched her. The whole time this was going on, my excitement was returning, and my dick grew back from its slightly flaccid state inside Paula's cum drenched pussy while she lay still on my chest with her tits pressing against me. Angela drew in a huge breath and let it out with her cheeks puffing as she did. She opened her eyes and looked into mine. I smiled at her. She smiled back at me and shook her head a little in seeming disbelief. While she was watching me, Cody moved away, dragging his vagina-massaging meat missile along with him to pick up a towel to clean himself off. Angela watched me turn my attention to Paula, and I began pushing my cock in and out of her as she relaxed on my chest. Soon, Paula was countering my strokes and moving her hips up and down, slamming down on me to ram my cock in her as much as it could. I pushed her shoulders up so she was now upright with her full tits bouncing as she rode my dick and I began squeezing them. She covered my hands with her own. I had hoped to show off for Angela and give Paula a really good fuck right in front of her, but her pussy was so tight and her boobs felt so good in my hands that I could feel myself quickly approaching another orgasm after just a few minutes. "Fuck yeah. Fuck me. Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me." Paula kept saying it over and over until I was indeed cumming inside her. She didn't orgasm, but I could see her clench her stomach muscles and I could feel her pussy tightening even more around my gushing cock. I finally stopped throbbing inside her and she fell onto my chest again. This time, my dick popped out of her vagina and my cum started dripping out of it onto my crotch. I looked at Angela and she just stared at me with her head back, upside down still, legs spread, hands on her tits. And she smiled. I was spent. Angela looked spent. But all I could think about was getting her out of that room and back to the hotel so I could fuck her myself. I saw Cody pulling up his pants on the other side of Angela's table. Paula lifted her head and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth and then kissed my neck before she climbed off me and bent to pick up her clothes. Holding her shirt and shorts in front of her with one hand, she reached out and touched my arm with her other and bent to kiss me once more on the cheek. Then she walked out with Cody right behind her. He turned at the door and said softly "just take your time and come out whenever you're ready." Angela and I sat up and looked at each other. We were both dazed. There was still white goo dripping down Angela's front. She wiped at it absently without looking. Then she started to giggle, which made me start to giggle and then we laughed for a few seconds before we resumed just staring at each other. Finally, after just sitting like that for at least 3 or 4 minutes, I said "What the fuck just happened?" Angela just shook her head. "I mean, did this just happen?" I asked. We distractedly cleaned ourselves with towels and got dressed. I opened the door and held it for her to go through before me. As we started down the hall, another door opened and another couple started into the hall. They were in their 50's but still pretty fit. He was a slight guy, about the same height as his wife, 5"3' or so. His gray hair was completely disheveled and going all over the place. His t-shirt was on inside out, and his face looked flushed and sweaty. His wife fared no better on evaluation. Her hair looked like she had just walked through a wind storm. She held her bra in one hand and her shoes in the other. Her low cut top was just barely covering her large soft tits, and her face had the same flush as her husband, only I don't think it was sweat that was sliding down her cheek. Two handsome young men and two beautiful girls followed the other couple out and turned the opposite way down the hall. They wore only skimpy bathing suits, were carrying other clothes and were glistening with sweat. I can only imagine that they had gotten one of the "Four Hand" massages the concierge had told me about. I made a mental note that we might have to come back to this place again and give that a try. All four of us stumbled down the hall silently towards the exit. Now that my brain could think about something other than sex, I noticed noises coming from behind the other doors, muted noises of sex and pleasure. How had we not heard that when we came in? It wasn't loud by any means, but you could definitely tell there was sex going on behind the closed doors. A different beautiful young girl was sitting behind the check-in fold up table as we came out. "How was it?" She asked cheerfully. "Great," all four of us said tiredly. "That's great! We have already charged your card, but it's customary to add a tip. Would you like to leave it on the card or...?" She said. I looked at Angela and dug out my wallet. I have no idea how much cash I had in it, but I grabbed a wad and handed it to the girl. "Thanks," I mumbled. We walked out with the older couple following us. We turned to go to our resort and they turned the other direction. After a few steps, they turned back and followed us. It turns out that they were actually staying at the same resort. After a short time walking and going over what just happened, I felt excitement returning as I played the images of Angela and Cody over in my mind. A smile came to my face and I quickened my pace. Angela matched my step and soon we were rushing to the resort. In the lobby, I looked at her and said quietly "I want to take you to our room and fuck the shit out of you." It wasn't normal for me to talk to her like that, but she didn't seem to mind. "Oh god, really?" She said, disappointment dripping from every syllable. Then she laughed when she saw the look on my face. "Get me back to the room and fuck me right now." Later, after we had a chance to come down from the high we had been on during the sexual marathon, Angela and I talked about what happened. She said that she knew I wanted to see her get a massage and maybe a LITTLE more from another guy and she wanted to give me a treat, but Cody was just so smooth with controlling her, she didn't even realize that she had basically given him permission to finger her until she had her legs spread and his finger was inside her. After that, she said the look on my face (and my rock hard boner) convinced her that it was OK to indulge herself a little. She said "You're not mad at me are you?" I said "God no. You're not pissed that I was banging that girl are you?" We talked and talked and both agreed that it was just about the hottest thing we could ever experience. We didn't talk about whether or not we'd ever do anything like that again, and I don't know anywhere else that offers that kind of massage. But if I ever find out about a place, you can bet I'll be talking my wife into getting spoiled by a spa day again. ***** Final note: I do know that massage therapists aren't paid sex workers. I know that Navy seals aren't indestructible. I know that cars right off the showroom floor driven by normal people can't navigate busy city streets at 100 mph. I know that, most of the time, cars, planes and motorcycles don't explode when they crash or get hit by bullets. Fiction. Fantasy. Dramatization. That's all I have to say. I know my attempt to preempt negative comments is probably wasted effort, but it made me feel good this morning, so it was worth it. Please read some of my other "rantless" stories and comment and vote.