Having had “Massage of a Lifetime” published about her incredible spa day, Sally began to take more of an interest in my new hobby. She, after all, was the source, so she was able to edit, add nuance and relate her feelings at the time. We have, what I guess is called, an open marriage these days. It’s not overboard but we do allow each other the freedom to go our own way on occasion. Part of this is discussing our sexual experiences from before and during our marriage. It was during one of these discussions, prompted by the massage story, that she revealed there was more to it than she had originally revealed.
Upon leaving the spa that day after her experience with Alvin, a black Kenyan masseur, she neglected to tell me that, as she got to the reception area, she booked him for a massage the next day. We weren’t married at the time and had only been dating a short while so I guess I wasn’t entitled to a veto of her activity regardless of what my feelings were.
That next morning, after I left for a meeting she began her preparations; everything had to be perfect. She wanted to look her best in every way. Small tasks like painting her toenails, shaving her legs and trimming her pubes were done with care. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased, her long legs, flat tummy, and small perky breasts were beautifully accented by her strawberry blonde hair and flawless white skin. She thought for a moment of the contrast with Alvin’s black, almost ebony, color; it was another turn on.
Wanting to stay in a sexy mood, she wore a silky tee-shirt and short skirt to the spa. There was no denying she looked great. Checking in, she put her clothes in the locker and took another shower. She felt the lavender soap added to her appeal. It occurred to her that she had never prepared for any man in her life as much as she had for his guy who she met the day before, but she knew why. It was all so forbidden; her parents had always looked at mixed-race couples with utter disdain; white women with black men were wanton sluts. That was just what she wanted to be: a totally wanton slut. Her anticipation of being submissive and on her knees, sucking his big black cock had her shivering.
She grabbed the spa-supplied robe and walked the few steps to the massage area. Alvin was waiting and, like they were old friends, gave her a little hug and a peck on the cheek. As usual, he stepped out of the room for a moment while Sally got ready. She hung the robe up and got face down on the table, no need for a modest towel today. She wanted him to know she was ready for anything. Upon reentering, Alvin let out an amusing whistle and asked how she enjoyed yesterday’s massage. Laughing, she told him he must be kidding.
His strong arms began on her shoulders and arms, then moved down to her lower back. In case he was in doubt about her intentions, she gave him a playful tug. Moving to the other end of the table, he began on her legs with long powerful strokes that went from ankle to buttocks. Reflexology certified, he spent about five minutes on her feet, a new one for Sally. Done on the backside, he asked her to turn over. It was another thing she had fantasized about. She loved being naked and being naked for this man was the ultimate. She rolled over thrilled that this stranger had her in a position where he could do anything he wanted to her and she would love it.
He moved his hands over her shoulders and down to her breasts, going gently across her nipples. They were as hard and erect as she had ever felt. She hoped he noticed… of course, he did. Alvin though was careful and never did anything overtly sexual without getting permission.
Permission was never given verbally but he knew when it was okay to get serious. Getting down to her legs, he began to massage the inside of her thighs. It was then that he got his permission slip: Sally moved her knees outward allowing Alvin a full view and unlimited access to her now very moist pussy. He put his big fingers inside her and felt around until he got a response from her; he sure knew what to do. Sally moaned with pleasure as he then began to gently massage her clitoris. Filled with pleasurable feelings, it was almost like a dream.
Leaning over, he now began expertly licking and putting his big tongue in her vagina. There were no words. Getting off the table, she pulled his pants off and, positioning him on the floor, she lowered herself onto his big black cock… If mama could see me now.
Her wetness allowed her to accommodate his dick and she fucked him till it hurt. His painful squeezing of her nipples heightened all the sensations she was dealing with. Slipping off, she put him in her mouth, his dick was wet with their ejaculate and it tasted salty and great. She had accomplished what she set out to do. She was a total, absolute slut.
They rose and Sally couldn’t keep her hands off of him, he pulled her close, kissed her breasts, then her lips and gave her a crushing bear hug. They chatted for a minute or two and he mentioned that he had another appointment. Sally kissed him again, returned to the locker room, showered and, passing by the reception, asked if Alvin was available for a massage the next day. He was not.