My Wife and the Masseur

My Wife and the Masseur - Part 2

I catch Sam's panties and as I look up she has removed the washer covering her eyes, raised her arm and placed her hand directly on his manhood, feeling his firmness through his gym pants as she looks up at him, making direct eye contact. Slowly she sits up, allowing the blood to return to her head. Sam gets to her feet, maintaining eye contact. She then lowers onto one knee, placing her hands either side of his shorts, and with a firm grip lowers them to the floor. She looks intently at what is on offer, both now naked from the waist down apart from her bra. Sam places her hands on his masculinity and to my surprise starts to kiss the tip of his erection, orally taking little by little, then a lot. I almost drop my glass, but enjoy what I am witnessing all the same. All his teasing must have built up her sexual tension. Sam makes eye contact with me briefly, as if to suggest "I bet you weren't expecting that now were you?". She continues to consume him for a period, he is enjoying every moment of the experience.

Knowing he can't possibly get any harder Sam stops, stands up and places both palms on his chest moving them up and down, checking out his body. Her arms shift to his waist, She pulls him closer, leans over and whispers something in his ear. I can't hear what she says but it doesn't matter, I am enjoying the show, wondering what will happen next.

Whatever Sam whispered must have been good as it got an immediate reaction. The masseur advanced forward towards her and the nearby bed, embracing her as their bodies collided. With his body weight on top of hers they flop onto the bed, landing horizontal with her legs positioned outside his hips. He starts kissing her neck then slowly works his way down her body, kissing her all the way. He removes her bra with one hand, teasing her nipples with his lips, fondling her breasts with a gentle touch. He begins to kiss her stomach, all the while trending south. Upon reaching his destination his tongue makes contact, Sam releases a little groan of pleasure and casts a glancing eye in my direction with a smile. She is truly enjoying the experience.

It doesn't take long to sense she is beginning to climax. I watch as she takes charge, motioning him to move back up towards her, wanting his hips near hers. Sam is caught up in the moment of passion and with no thought of protection, she guides his manhood inside her body. She gasps at first, feeling his tip touch her sensitive area. They both moan with pleasure as he enters her completely, sliding himself deep inside this amazing women. With a sense of purpose they look into each other's eyes, now hot and sweaty in the heat of passion. His arms position either side of her body and he raises his chest, looks down for a moment. By the expression on his face I can tell he is in heaven. He begins to thrust, gradually increasing frequency and intensity. With each stroke and thrust of the masseur's hips Sam's breathing deepens and gradually quickens. Her eyes close as she holds his hips tight, not wanting to let go, embracing the experience. Their bodies begin to synchronise as he moves with purpose, his erection thrusting deeper and deeper with each stroke.

The moment arrives, Sam starts to lose control, moaning with pleasure, she shouts "don't stop, don't stop!" as her body begins to shake uncontrollably. In the exact same moment the masseur loses control, he pushes his hips as far forward as he can, holds his body perfectly still, closes his eyes, his whole body rock hard, before exploding uncontrollably, all while deep inside my wife. Their bodies stay as one, until their ecstasy subsides.

As their bodies part, the masseur kisses Sam on the cheek. He gets dressed, packs his gear, and politely leaves the room, leaving his business card on the side table. My only thought now is one of passion. In a state of heightened arousal I hope Sam will soon be ready for an encore. I undress, rub my hands with oil and start to massage her naked, sweaty body...