There was no look of surprise or shock. Not a look of confusion or concern. She looked in one direction, then looked in the other direction. Followed by her silent acknowledgement when she took him by the hand.
After thirty-five years of marriage, through a lot of ups and downs, their sex life had all but disappeared. He couldn’t remember the last time they gave oral to one another. Intercourse was mundane and reserved for anniversaries or birthdays. Bill had thought long and hard about what could happen. The variables ran through his mind for months.
It could end in so many different ways. His wife Ann was still the person he saw himself exploring fantasies with, even though he had given up trying to make them a reality. The decision he was about to make could have major consequences for both of them.
The day was finally here. The anxiety had brought him to a point of nausea. Mid-afternoon, as they sat at the small breakfast table in their hotel room, Bill said, “Why don’t you freshen up? I ordered an in-room massage for you.”
Ann was surprised. She asked, “Are we getting massages?”
Bill answered, “Just you, I wanted to do something special for you.”
Bill continued, “When it’s done, we’ll grab an early dinner or something.”
Ann asked, “How much time do I have?”
Bill replied, “Twenty to thirty minutes.”
He asked, “Is that enough time?”
Ann replied, “Yes, I guess so,” then headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Bill waited nervously. He previously had a lengthy discussion with the gentleman he found to do the massage. Bill had explained to him that his wife was not overtly sexual. She wasn’t a prude, but he wasn’t expecting any sexual awakening. Maybe just innocent arousal to bring back a long-lost spark. Mentioning things like his fingers brushing against her privates and accidentally pressing his erection against her arm.
Bill couldn’t help but feel how badly he was about to embarrass himself. In his mind, he could hear his wife angrily telling him what an idiot he was. He wondered if this was worth the chance of causing serious damage to their marriage. Then there was a light knock at the hotel room door.
Bill opened the door, and there he was. At least fifteen years younger than they are, a bit above-average-looking, with an athletic physique. Toting along his massage table, he smiled and said “Hello”, as he walked through the door.
They shook hands, and he asked, “Shall I set up over there in the bedroom?”
Bill replied, “That sounds good.”
Bill walked to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom where Ann was getting ready. Tapping on the door, he said, “Your massage is here.”
Ann opened the door, wrapped in a towel, and watched as the masseur finished propping up the table and introduced himself. She gave a smile and slid onto the table. Bill touched her leg and said, “You’re in good hands. I’ll be in the other room if you need me.”
Bill closed the window drapes, darkening the room. Leaving the bedroom, Bill pulled the door, but left it slightly cracked open to reassure his wife and make her comfortable. Taking one last look, his wife’s face was buried in the massage table’s face opening, the towel covered her back as the masseur pressed his hands into her back over the towel.
Bill sat in the small living room and waited. Every so often, he heard little moans coming from the bedroom. He wondered if maybe his wife was getting aroused and accepting the masseur’s touch. Bill’s mind floated the erotic possibilities. He got up to take a peek into the room.
Opening the door a bit more to get a better look also allowed some light from the room in. Bill could see his wife now on her back. The towel covered her lower body as the masseur’s fingers worked on her breasts. His heart beat harder inside his chest. The light caused his wife to turn her head and look.
Bill saw his wife looking at him, but he didn’t want to move. He watched the hands massaging her breasts, going from one to the other. She stared at him as he peeked into the room. The expression on her face looked as if she felt helpless from resisting the masseur’s touch. Like she knew what was happening was wrong, but didn’t want it to stop. His mind quickly raced with the thoughts, “Does she know what I’ve done? Am I in trouble? Is she enjoying it?”
When the door opened, light cast over Ann’s eyes. She turned her head to see her husband watching her. Her first thought was fear. The masseur was massaging her breasts, and she hadn’t told him to stop. It was more than just his warm, strong hands. His touch had already brushed close to her private parts when she was on her back, causing her body to come alive. Now his hands manipulated her breasts, causing a wetness between her legs she hadn’t felt in a long time.
The masseur noticed the distraction. He looked at Bill, who was peeking into the room as his hands massaged Ann’s breast. His thumbs began lightly circling her nipples, and Bill saw his wife’s lips part. His heart thumped in his chest. His wife was still staring back at him with helplessness in her eyes as she let out a moan. Bill took a deep breath and withdrew his head, but this time he closed the door completely.
Ann saw the look on her husband’s face as he watched the massage. Wide-eyed and not saying a word. She wondered if he knew that this was how he was going to touch her. She wondered why he wasn’t saying anything. Then the masseur’s thumbs began lightly swirling around her nipples. She couldn’t hold back the pleasurable feeling through her body as her mouth opened and she moaned.
Then her husband’s head disappeared, and the door closed. At that moment, Ann knew for sure that her husband had intended for this man to touch her. She knew she should be angry, but his touch had her body tingling in ways she hadn’t felt for ages. She closed her eyes as his hands swept over her breast and down her sides.
Bill went back to waiting in the small living room. The one-hour massage went past its time. With the door closed, Bill couldn’t hear any sounds or moans. He needed to know if things were progressing, so he quietly placed his ear to the door. He could hear some giggles. Then he could hear some moans. Bill contemplated whether he was really going to continue his plan. He was mature enough to know that being horny can make a person do or say things they normally wouldn’t. His own horniness had the same effect. He decided he would take the huge chance and got himself prepared.
Luckily, being a bit nervous made his preparation easier. Bill questioned whether he looked silly or maybe pathetic. Doubts about what he was doing filled his head. Then he reminded himself of the thrill he was seeking.
Ann’s body became warmer with each glide of his hands. The masseur moved down and began massaging her calf. His fingers worked up and down her leg for a long time until his hands were gliding back and forth over her thigh. Then he moved to the other leg and did the same. His hands seemed to easily find their way closer to her pussy.
Ann was afraid to move and make herself vulnerable. Then the masseur’s soft, deep voice said, “Don’t worry, it’s natural, and I can already see that you are wet.”
This made Ann giggle and realize she was still a woman. Ann allowed her leg to open, and soon the masseur’s hand was brushing across her pussy with each passing stroke. The brushing across her pussy had her entire body feeling warm, and the wetness from her pussy was undeniable.
The masseur switched back to the other leg and did the same thing, brushing against her pussy with each glide down her inner thigh. The sensation was driving Ann’s insides crazy. She wondered how much more she could take before the orgasm became unpreventable. Then his hands left her thighs and slid up her body. Ann fought the desire to beg him to go back.
The masseur massaged her hand, then worked his way up her arm. Her arm dangled as he rubbed her shoulder, and for a moment she thought she could feel his hard cock pressing against her forearm. When he switched to the other arm and did the same, she was sure he had a rock-hard cock pressing against her arm. Ann giggled again, and the masseur said, “Sometimes touching a beautiful woman’s body causes a natural reaction.”
The masseur positioned himself at her head and began massaging her breasts and nipples all over again. Ann could feel the wet spot from her soaked, warming pussy under her ass cheeks, and she again moaned.
After nearly two hours of massage, the masseur walked out of the bedroom. Closing the door behind him. He looked at Bill and said, “I told her to take a moment, and I would have some cold water waiting for her.”
As he got closer, Bill could see the bulge in his pants. Standing a few feet from Bill, the masseur asked, “Do you want to continue?”
Bill asked, “How did it go?”
The masseur smiled.
Bill took off his shirt and pants. The masseur looked at Bill and did the same. After removing his pants, Bill quickly took note of the masseur’s cock. It was much bigger than he expected. Bill had a sudden feeling of indecision, but before he could speak, the bedroom door opened. Ann, wrapped in the towel, stepped into the room
Her eyes found the masseur standing there naked. His athletic physique, along with his thick, large cock in full view. Then her eyes found her husband standing a few feet from him. His familiar body was completely naked, but his cock was adorned in a small, shiny metal cage.
Ann’s eyes focused on her husband’s caged penis. She didn’t say a word as her eyes made their way up from his caged cock to his face. After all the years together, this was the first time her husband had ever done anything so brazen. Bill could see in her eyes that she knew he had planned this.
There was no look of shock or confusion. Her eyes squinted at Bill, acknowledging she felt his setting her up in this way was immature and audacious. The intimate massage had Ann’s body craving for more. The thought of that “more” coming from someone other than her husband briefly crossed her mind during the massage. At that moment, Ann realized how her body was longing for something. It wasn’t longing for comfort. She didn’t need contentment. Her body was desperately needing to be fucked.
Ann looked her husband up and down once more. She stared at his caged cock but didn’t utter a word. Ann stepped and stood in front of the masseur. Wrapping her hand around his thick cock she whispered into his ear. Bill couldn’t hear what she said but was fairly certain by the way her lips moved she had said, “Come fuck me.”
Then, taking him by the hand, she led her masseur back into the bedroom and closed the door.
