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Subject: {ASSM} Becky's true master (m/f, f/f, massage, voyeurism, anal, humor)
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Date: Fri, 07 Sep 2007 01:10:01 -0400
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Let me tell you a story about me and my wife Becky. She would never go
for anything like butt sex either, but one day I started down a path
that eventually led to her sweet, sweet patootie. It all started about
three years ago.

My boss is a regular rich guy, a big shot in the software business,
and he owed me one big time for saving his whole company back during
all that Y2K business. So he gives me membership to the health spa at
his country club.

He insists on going with me the first time, and after sitting around
in sauna for a while, he leads me down a back hallway to an unmarked
door. We went into this half-dark room with theater seats and big
curtain on one wall. He tells me to sit down and get comfortable. We
were both still in our bathrobes, and I thought he was gonna go gay on
me or something, but then he pulled back the curtain and behind it was
a big plate glass window. Through the window, I could see a woman,
probably in her early 40s, and pretty well-to-do by the looks of the
designer clothes she was wearing.

"Can she see us", I asked, a little unsure of how I was dressed.

"No, it's a one way glass. All she sees is a mirror".

Well, we sat there and watched as this woman took off all of her
clothes, and laid down on a table and got under a sheet and laid down
on her belly. Then this muscle-bound, long-haired, fella with one eye-
patch and one earing came in, started massaging the lady with some
kinda oil. And lemme tell ya, that was one hot massage. It was a very
happy ending for the lady, and if I do say myself, for me and my
benefactor as well. Now I understood why we didn't put on our own
clothes before going in there!

It turned out that that back room was the real gift he'd given me, and
I could use it any time I wanted. And man, did I have myself a time.
The women came every day, and their activities ranged from just a
regular massage, to letting Captain Eyepatch rub them all over their
ass and titties, to letting him finger-bang them, to straight up
fucking! He would even go down on them.

Eventually, I found out that he knew all about the back room. I ended
up buying him some drinks in the country club's bar. I found out that
his name was Rutger, and his job paid comfortably, but the real money
was in tips. Mostly tips from the women themselves, but also sometimes
tips from the back room. He said if there was anything in particular
he could do for my viewing pleasure, to let him know and he would try
to work it in, if it was OK with the woman.

I was a little drunk, so I came out and told him, "I'm an ass man".
Anything you can do with the butt, is gold.

So the next day, sure enough, when this hot little blonde trophy-wife
type came in for her regular monkey business, ol' Rutger worked her
tight little booty especially hard during the massage, and when it
came time to work his clit with one hand, he stuck a finger from the
other hand in her asshole. She seemed to enjoy it, and so did I.
Rutger got a big tip from both of us.

That was when I hatched a plan. Becky's birthday was coming up, and I
hadn't mentioned anything about this place to her yet. My membership
technically included hers, o I decided to pass it on to her as a
birthday present. Obviously I didn't tell her anything about the back
room, I only told her that she could come in for massages anytime she
wanted.

Well, every time she went in for her massage, she thought I was in the
sauna but really I snuck into the back room, alone. The first time she
went in, she was pretty demure. She kept her panties on, and even with
that wouldn't let Rutger touch her below the waist or above the knees.

But it didn't take all that long before his charms started to work on
her. First, he got her to get naked. That was a strangely erotic
experience, watching this guy massage my wife's back, knowing that she
was totally nude under a thin sheet. It put the fire back in my desire
for her, like I hadn't felt for a long time in our marriage. Mind you,
I never thought she wasn't attractive, I'd just started to take her
for granted. Now, watching her through the glass, I thought "I gotta
get me some of that". I never explained why we always fucked extra
hard the night after her massage visits.

It escalated to the point where, just like his other clients, my Becky
wouldn't leave until she'd had her sexual release. It was always fun
to ask her what her massage had been like, and see what kind of
bullshit answer she would give.

Rutger was pretty good at figuring out how to turn a lady on, and he
soon found the easy path to Becky's box. He would start by massaging
her shoulders, then her back, lower and lower, then he would reach his
hands under the sheet and start rubbing and sculpting her butt cheeks.
Eventually the sheet would come off. She spread her legs, and he
worked his was around her inner thighs to her pussy, which he would
rub until she got wet, and then he would stick some fingers in her,
and finish by rubbing her clit. It got to where I could time them, and
know exactly what he was going to do next.

That's when I told him my plan. His job was to figure out a way to get
Becky to have buttsex. This was something that she'd never let me do,
and it occurred to me that a sexpert like Rutger was my last best
hope.

So, surprisingly, the first thing he did was move up from finger-
fucking to just plain fucking. At first, I thought he'd crossed the
line where he was actually trying to steal my wife away from me, but
then I calmed down and rememered that he did this all the time. He'd
actually managed to wake up my jealous husband instinct, for a moment
there.

The sex was preceeded, on each visit, by longer and longer periods of
attention to her booty. He would knead her asscheeks like bread, he
would spank her, he would part her cheeks and rub the oil up and down
her crack, around and around her asshole. For a while, she would push
his hand away, but eventually she submitted.

On the day when he first stuck a finger *in* her asshole, I could see
the look of surprise on her face, even though she probably knew it was
coming. She almost looked like she was about to get up and end the
massage, but she stayed, and after a brief anal probing, had some
really hard sex, doggy style.

This was repeated, each time with more time spent with his fingers up
her poopshoot. He massaged her up inside her ass, and she almost
looked like she was gonna cum just from that.

Then came the moment of truth. She was on all fours, presenting
glistening wet her ass and pussy like an animal in heat, saying in a
loud whisper, "let's make grunt-grunt like pigs in the mud!"

Rutger put a condom on his erect penis, and further lubricated the
outside of the condom, as usual. But instead of sticking it in her
cunt like normal, he stuck it in her ass.

I thought the eyes were gonna pop out of her head. She gritted her
teeth and dug her fingernails into the table. While he was fucking
her, he also gave her a reacharound, and she reached her climax
quickly from that. As he himself neared the end, he pulled his dick
out of her ass, pulled off the condom, and jizzed all over her
buttcheeks as she writhed in multiple orgasms.

Nevertheless, that night I couldn't get her to let me do her back
there. After a few more times of watching her get buttfucked by that
guy, on my dime, it finally started to piss me off.

So that was when I told Rutger a different plan. I told him that my
continued patronage depended on him doing this next thing.

Next time, he put a blindfold on Becky. It seemed to make things even
more exciting for her, like a form of bondage. Noticing this, he
started actually binding her hands and feet to the table, and she
seemed really into that too. Before the buttsex, she would beg to be
spanked, and would call him "Master" and "Daddy".

Finally, my plan came to fruition. One day, as she was bound and blind
and begging for it, I went around and entered the room with her and
Rutger. As we had previously discussed, Rutger stood aside and I
mounted the table, and for the first time in 15 years of marriage I
fucked my hot wife in her hot greasy ass with my hard bare dick.

Oh My Fucking God. I came so fast, that Rugter had to finish Becky for
me. I was long gone from the room by the time he took the blindfold
off of her, so she thought it was Ruther who had come too fast. He got
a reduced tip from her, but my tip for that day more than made up for
it.

Next time, I told him to work up extra long and slow. I actually
wacked off in the backroom at the start of the session, and by the
time they were finally ready to fuck, I'd got my second hard-on. This
time, I lasted longer and she came before I did. I had her screaming,
squeeling, jittering like a broken record.

"Fuck me, master.. fuck me... fufufafafafa memanamumana
homahomahomahomina homina hey hey hey hey"

Finally, I had achieved it. The best sex of my life, with the love of
my life. And she never suspected a damn thing.

This shit went on for a year or more, during which I practically put
Rutger the rest of the way through grad school. Unfortunately, all
good things come to an end, and eventually Rugter got his PhD in
philosophy, and went off to pursue his fortunes as a traveling,
fucking philosopher.

His replacement was, I shit you not, a woman. A petite little Japenese
lady named Yukio, who would walk on the women's backs and shit.
However, the happy endings continued, although obviously she had to
find other means of stimulation than some of the ones that Rutger had
used. She would still tie my Becky up, and blindfold her, and then use
dildos and vibrators on her cunt, ass, or both. She would also lick
Becky's ass, which was something Rugter never got around too. Becky
would laugh like she was being tickle-tortured.

This was all a barrel of monkeys to watch, of course, but eventually I
decided that I wanted back in. So one day I said what the hell, and
went in there and silently motioned Yukio away, and climed up and
mounted my beatiful butt-bride like in the old days. Well, Becky went
nuts, and started screaming, "Rutger, you've returned! Oh Master, I
knew you'd come back! Master I've been bad while you were gone..
punish me! Punish my naughty anus!"

Well, after several minutes of doing exactly that, I dismounted and
walked around to the head of the table. Yukio went back to work on
Becky's hindquarters, keeping her at the edge of explosion. Just as I
felt myself near the point of no return, I pulled off the blindfold.

"Meet your true master", I shouted, as I jizzed all over Becky's
shocked, bewildered face, just as she herself came from Yukio's butt-
licking.

Well, let me tell you, since then I haven't need any help to get butt-
sex from my wife. "Massage night" happens at home, in our bedroom, and
with the money saved from not needing to tip the masseurs anymore,
we've been able to afford a lot of cool new sex toys.

I hope you gentlemen are able to put this to use in some way.

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