While on vacation two years ago, H hired a masseur to give me a massage in our room. I was nude as I lay on his portable table (my idea, but he did admit that that made it a lot easier). I did love feeling his hands on my naked skin and gave little sighs and moans to let him know I really enjoyed it when he was close to my pussy. He told us that he did not give tantric massages, but he did repeat one stroke which was pretty close. He’d take the flat of his palm and go up between my legs until he was pulling my clit back and exposing the unhooded tip to his passing palm. Yummy! I’d look over at H every now-and-then to see his reaction as he pretended to be working on his computer.
Then a year ago, H arranged for us to meet a guy he’d contacted on the Internet about a non-professional “massage” in a hotel room in a nearby city. H told him that sexual touching, cunnilingus, and fellatio were OK activities but that he’d prefer that G not fuck me. H did tell him that I was submissive as I undressed for the two of them, but G never did really get into any role playing. H just sat and watched enjoying the show. My favourite part of that night was when G took my vibrator and pushed it hard against my clit as he rubbed it around for what seemed like an eternity. It seemed like I was having one continuous orgasm. The desperate moans coming from my throat got louder and louder until I screamed the loudest I ever had in the final climax. I’m surprised the hotel neighbours didn’t send security to our room.
Saturday afternoon at our house was kind of hectic. My wife was picking out an outfit to wear when we went to meet Leroy at the Ramada Inn, she was also bathing, shaving and doing her hair. We had come along way, in a very short time. Just a little over three weeks ago my wife had never shown herself to another man let alone have sex with many men at the same time. Needless to say going to meet Leroy and his friends was making my beautiful wife nervous. She wore a purple satin bra and matching garter belt. She wore no panties. For outerwear she wore a long black skirt that was slit on the left side all the way up to her hip, a black see through top, black seamed stockings, and her black fuck me high heels.
Since I am a computer geek I could monitor her IM’s online and see what she was saying to others. I would see her get online with one of her ex-boyfriends and cyber with them. She would tell them that it turned me on to talk about her fucking one of them and they would get excited thinking about how good she was. When she was done she would come to bed, and wake me for sex. I sure did not mind the sex after these men warmed up her imagination and our fucking would last for hours. The next day she would get online and tell them what happened the night before and they would start again with more cyber. As time went by I realized that I wanted to see what she was like with one of these men so I hinted that I knew about her online fun and she asked if I was upset. I told her it was a turn on and that I thought about her actually fucking one of them. About 2 weeks later she told me that one of her ex-boyfriends was going to be in town on business and he had asked to meet us. She said it was just as friends and I figured why not.
As was our custom, I had my wife dress very briefly, her blouse was the sheer black see through blouse, with no bra underneath. She wore a black wrap around skirt and under that a purple silk and lace garterbelt with black seamed stockings. As we drove down Route 80 toward the Theatre she opened her blouse exposing her breasts, she reclined her seat all the way back. She then pushed the flap on her wrap around skirt to the side so that her newly shaved pussy was exposed. She began stroking her pussy as I drove down the road. With her left hand busy strumming her clit, she began playing with her nipples with her right hand. Each time we passed a truck, or bus she would arch her back so that her pussy was raised almost level the passenger window in our car, thus insuring that drivers and passengers get a good look at her playing with her pussy. However, instead of driving directly to the theatre I pulled off Route 80 at at the Denville exit and drove south to Route 10. I then went east two miles to the Denville adult bookstore. She was still playing with her pussy as I parked car in the parking lot. She quickly buttoned her blouse and pulled the flap on her skirt closed.
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