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Archive name: vm.txt (MMF, wife-sharing, voy)
Authors name: Snake (snake138@hotmail.com)
Story title : Valentine's Massage

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VALENTINE'S MASSAGE (M/F-WIFE, VOY)
By Snake (snake138@hotmail.com)


I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special 
for Valentines Day.  She certainly deserved it.  Not 
only is my little Natalie drop-dead gorgeous (in a 
girl next door sort of way): 5'-2"; soft, long honey-
colored hair; blazing blue eyes; and killer smile, 
but she is also a terrific lover for me and a great 
mother for our two kids.  At 30, Nat has worked hard 
to keep the same firm figure she had when she was a 
cheerleader in college.

She puts up with a lot.  I'm very career-oriented 
right now with my own startup business.  Even though 
I travel all the time and am gone at all hours, 
Natalie never hassles or nags me.  It's been an ideal 
marriage and a case of mutual lust since the first 
time we laid eyes on each other.  We've always been 
faithful to each other and I'm sure Nat has been 
happy-especially in the bedroom where we both work 
hard to keep each other satisfied.

So one day I'm playing golf with my buddy, Dave, and 
I mention the Valentines present.  Dave is a 
successful businessman in his own right.  He owns 
quite a few businesses and some commercial real 
estate ventures.

"I got the perfect thing," he said.  "You should get 
her a gift certificate for a massage at one of my 
spas.  Women go crazy for those things.  They love to 
be pampered and treated special for a day."
Then Dave cracked this wicked grin as he glanced at 
me.  "And some of these women get so hot they can't 
stand it.  The full body massage gets 'em so worked 
up they either go off right there on the table or run 
all the way home to jump the old man's bones!" he 
laughed.

"How the hell do you know?" I smirked.

"Security cameras!  They're installed in all the 
massage rooms.  I've got big color TVs in a back 
room, and the massage areas are wired for sound.  
Sometimes I sit back there to make sure, you know. . 
.there aren't any problems with the therapists."

"Isn't that illegal?"

Dave just laughed.  "I'm just protecting my ass-ets, 
buddy!  I roll video tape on the massages to make 
sure that if anything goes too far and somebody 
complains. . .I know what happened and can show it to 
my attorney.  But, so far. . .we've certainly had no 
complaints," he chuckled.

I liked the idea of the massage for Natalie.  She had 
mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day 
at one of those spas.  But I didn't know what to 
think about it making her hot and horny.  Somehow I 
doubted it would or could happen.

Natalie is no prude.  She can get pretty wild when we 
are behind closed doors, but she is also fairly 
modest about everything else.   My wife always 
dresses pretty and smart-never sleazy or slutty.    
She came from a strict,  religious family; and 
although she does have a wicked side. . .I was pretty 
sure I was the only one who had ever seen it.

Still, I couldn't help think about what Dave had 
said.  And the more I thought about it. . .the more I 
fixated on it.  Hell, I have fantasies just like the 
next guy.  But this was the first time I ever thought 
about my wife getting turned on without me throwing 
the switch.  Part of me felt guilty about even 
thinking of such a thing.  Another part of me was 
convinced that Natalie would never let anything 
happen.  

But I couldn't help but get a growing thrill from the 
idea of my little Nat getting seduced and stroked 
into submission by some faceless stud.  I walked 
around with a major league hard-on for the rest of 
the day.

That night I nearly attacked my poor wife when she 
came to bed.  I couldn't get the images of her 
thrashing around on the massage table out of my head.  
She seemed surprised at my aggressiveness, but 
matched me stroke for stroke.  It almost became an 
athletic event as I tried to see how many times I 
could make her come.  After her third trembling 
climax, I felt reassured that my hands were indeed as 
magic as any massage guy's.

Finally, exhausted. . .we fell asleep tangled up 
together.  I had a big smile on my face I as held her 
warm body against mine.  Jealousy was no longer a 
part of my new fantasy. 

"What got into you last night?" Natalie grinned at me 
over her coffee cup the next morning.  

"I dunno. . .just getting geared up for Valentines 
Day!" I said honestly.

"Well....if that's just a preview. . .I can hardly 
wait for the main event!" she laughed. 

I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply before 
I headed out the door.  "Gotta go!  Got all kinds of 
big plans to make."  I winked at her as I left.

I finally tracked down Dave on his cell phone about 
mid-morning.  "Hey, remember that thing about the 
massage gift certificate?"

"Yeah. . .she'll love you forever, man."

"No doubt.  But I've got some questions."

"Go for it," he said.

"Well, for starters, what kind of guys do you have 
doing these massages.  I mean, do they really know 
what they're doing?  And. . .how far do they go?"

He laughed that evil laugh again.  "Oh yeah. . .they 
know what they're doing all right.  They are all 
licensed massage therapists.  But some are better 
than others-especially with women. . .if ya know what 
I mean.  I've got a couple working for me that look 
like those guys on the covers of romance novels. . 
.and they can send a lady to Mars!"

"As to how far they go. . .that's up to the client.  
Sometimes they get shut down when they test the 
waters and it ends there.  Then its strictly a 
professional massage.  But if they get the green 
light. . .watch out. . .anything goes!"

I shut my eyes tight as I started to get visions of 
my wife on the table again.  My cock was already 
fighting for more room in my pants.

"OK. . .sounds good," I heard myself say.  "But what 
if I want to watch?  Ya know, just to make sure 
everything is cool?"

Dave busted up big time on the other end.  "Man. . 
.you just want to get your rocks off with her, don't 
ya?  I've seen it a million times. . .dudes love to 
see if the wifey can get her buttons pushed by 
someone else.  "Don't worry. . .it's no problem.  
Like I said, I've got the whole room wired.  You'll 
have a ringside seat, and she won't even know you're 
there!"

Several days later Natalie sat opening her Valentines 
presents.  I'd sprung for the obligatory flowers, 
some nice jewelry, some goodies from Victoria's 
Secret, and some other pricey little trinkets I 
thought she'd like.  She seemed genuinely delighted 
with all the stuff and gave me a big kiss after she 
opened it.  

My plan was to take her to dinner at our favorite 
restaurant and give her the bonus gift-the massage 
certificate.  The meal and the mood was perfect.  As 
we sat sipping our champagne and gazing into each 
others eyes, I slipped the envelope out of my jacket 
and slid it over to her.

Nat's eyes lit up as she opened the card.  She smiled 
warmly and teared up a little as she read the flowery 
words from the card maker, then my hand-written 
message of devotion.  She never looked more beautiful 
as she blew me a kiss and mouthed the words. . ."I 
love you."

Then she noticed the extra piece of paper attached to 
the card.  Surprised, she carefully read the 
certificate giving her the unlimited full-day pass at 
the spa. Suddenly she squealed with delight and 
pulled me across the table shower me with kisses.

"How did you know?"  she breathed into my ear.  "I've 
always wanted to do this!   Oh, I can hardly wait!  
When can I go?"

I laughed and held her tight.  "You can go whenever 
you want.  Dave said he was going to make sure you 
got the total VIP treatment.  Why don't you see if 
you can get your Mom to watch the kids and go early 
next week?"  This time it was me who got attacked 
when we got home that night.  I think Natalie really 
liked her present.

The appointment was set for Tuesday.  Nat made 
arrangements for the kids. . .and I made sure I 
cleared my schedule for the day so I could be in the 
secret room at the spa.

Dave told me to get there ahead of my wife to avoid 
any chance of running into her after she arrived, so 
I left early that morning.  Before I took off I gave 
Nat a big kiss, making her promise to "really relax 
and enjoy herself."  I hoped she didn't notice that I 
was already sporting a tent pole in my pants.

When I got to the spa, Dave showed me around.  It was 
pretty impressive. The spa offered all kinds of 
fitness and health options.  There were pools, steam 
rooms, weight rooms, tanning beds, special herbal 
wrap areas, mud baths, and almost anything else you 
could think of to pamper a body.

Finally we made our way to the massage area.  There 
were four or five private rooms-all with the same 
subdued, pleasant color schemes.  There was a large 
table in the middle of each room covered with sheets.  
Each table had a hole near the head where the client 
placed their face during the massage.  A table nearby 
held all kinds of oils and liquids.  The rooms were 
clean and comfortable.  I was beginning to think I 
might enjoy a massage myself.

Employees were just starting to check in to work when 
I noticed a big young stud in his mid-twenties come 
in dressed all in white..  Dave told the truth. . 
.this guy looked like a coverboy straight of a 
romance novel.  Long, perfect hair, tan complexion, 
square jaw, piercing eyes and dazzling smile. . .the 
guy was built.  There was no doubt he was a 
bodybuilder.  Every move he made caused his T-shirt 
to ripple and flex.

Dave noticed him and smiled.  "Ah...here's your guy.  
Come on over. . .I want you to meet the man who's 
going to be working on Nat."

He got bigger as he got closer.  Dave patted him on 
his massive shoulder and gestured toward me.  "Vince, 
I want you to meet the husband of one of our VIPs 
today.   You're going to be her massage therapist 
later.  I told Mike here that you are the best and 
will give his wife the ultimate treatment."

Vince took my hand in his huge paw and smiled warmly.  
"Great to meet you, Mike.  I'm really looking forward 
to working with your wife.  I hear she's amazing!"  
Yep,.that was a good word for her. . .amazing.  
Suddenly I was not so sure about my resolve to not 
let any jealousy be a part of this. . . uh, what. . 
.experiment?

Vince must have noticed the shadow cross my face.  
"Yo, Mike. . .don't worry," he said.  "You will 
probably enjoy this as much as she will.  Relax. . .I 
'll take very good care of her.  I won't do anything 
she doesn't want to."

I smiled weakly back at him.  "It's cool, Vince.  I 
just want her to really have a good experience here. 
. .what happens along the way is up to her."

Vince laughed and clapped me on the back, "That's 
what we're here for. . .we aim to please our 
customers!"

"We better get going," Dave interrupted.  "She's 
going to be here any minute."

He led me back to a door marked 'Private - Employees 
Only'.  After unlocking the door, Dave led me inside.   
The room was not really what I expected.  There was a 
big desk or table set against a wall with five 27-
inch color TVs aligned neatly together.  In front of 
the monitors were mounted several small, expensive 
looking speakers.  A box with a row of knobs and 
several lighted switches sat on the table in front of 
two big leather executive chairs.  The room had no 
windows, but there was some soft track lighting with 
dimmer switches that could be adjusted.  The only 
other noticeable objects were several Hi-Fi VCR's 
stacked together in a rack with little green and red 
lights softly glowing.  It looked like something out 
of  a spy movie.

Dave settled into one of the chairs and directed me 
to the other.  He flipped a few switches and the TV 
monitors came to life.  I now had an amazing view of 
the massage rooms.  The clarity of the signal was 
impressive and the cameras were mounted in the 
perfect position to see everything in the rooms.

Soon one of the spa workers came into to one of the 
rooms to light some candles.  "Let's check the 
sound," Dave said." He turned up a volume knob and 
through the speakers in front of the TV I could 
clearly hear the attendant rustling around.  Then she 
turned on a small CD player in the room and we heard 
some pleasant new age music. "All the better to 
massage you by," I thought to myself.

Dave turned to me and said, "We may have to wait a 
while.  Nat's probably going to take advantage of 
some of the other areas of the spa before she gets 
her massage.  Wait here.  I'll go check on her 
progress and let you know when things are about to 
get started."

While I was waiting, several customers came into the 
rooms for their massages.  I had a bird's-eye-view of 
some fairly plump, middle-aged housewives getting 
patted and rubbed with all kinds of techniques-mostly 
by female therapists.  Although I got a couple of 
falshes ot tit and ass, nothing very exciting 
happened.  There was some chit-chat and some pretty 
contented sighs from the women clients that I could 
hear perfectly, but that was about it.  No wandering 
hands or sexual innuendo. . .just professional 
rubdowns with all the vital areas covered by the 
sheet for the most part.

The sessions lasted about an hour, and the women all 
seemed very relaxed and refreshed when it was over.  
I was beginning to think Dave had overhyped this 
thing when the door opened and he came in.

"She's just finishing up with the mud bath.  She 
should be here in a few minutes after her shower."

My stomach suddenly was doing flip-flops.  I hadn't 
expected to get so keyed up so soon, but my mouth was 
dry and my cock was already stirring when I saw Vince 
walk into one of the rooms and start to make 
preparations.  

He seemed very casual and self-confident,  and I 
couldn't help but think again what a stud this guy 
was.  Suddenly he turned and looked right at us 
through the camera and gave a big thumbs-up sign.  I 
jumped when he said loudly, "Showtime!"

Vince left the room and only moments later Natalie 
came in and closed the door.  My breath caught in my 
throat.  She was every man's wet dream.  Dressed in a 
big terrycloth robe, her hair was done up with a clip 
and her skin seemed to be glowing.  She had that 
flushed look of someone who just got out of the 
shower, and even on the TV she looked unbelievable.

I watched as she glided over to the table and undid 
the tie on her robe.  She slid it off her shoulders 
and Dave and I stared at the screen as she slowly 
revealed her magnificent body: World Class breasts-
not too big, but just right for her small frame-
topped with small pink nipples that already looked 
like they were at attention.

As she dropped the robe and pulled back the top sheet 
on the table, we both admired her firm features.  I 
noticed that she had trimmed the downy triangle of 
honey-colored hair between her legs.  She gracefully 
pulled herself up on the table and laid on her 
stomach. . .then reached back and pulled the sheet 
back over almost to her neck.  She was modestly 
covered, but the sheet left little to the 
imagination-molding itself to every curve and valley 
including the twin globes of her perfect ass.

"Damn. . ." I heard Dave mutter beside me.  I 
couldn't have agreed more.

My wife shifted around and settled on the table, 
placing her face in the opening and resting her arms 
and hands up above her head.  I heard her give one of 
those contented sighs, then there was a light tapping 
at the door.  Natalie raised her head slightly and 
said, "All set....come in!"

Vince came into the room and quietly closed and 
locked the door.  He walked over to the CD player and 
turned down the volume of the lazy music a little, 
then walked over to the table and gently placed a 
giant hand on Nat's sheet-covered back.  She looked 
like a little girl compared to his size.

"Hi, my name is Vince, and I'll be your massage 
therapist today.  How are we treating you so far, 
Natalie?"

"Heavenly. . ."  I heard Nat's voice, somewhat 
muffled between her arms.  "I could really get used 
to this!"

Vince chuckled pleasantly as he moved over to the 
table with the oils.  "Hey, the best is yet to come."

There was a full-length mirror on one wall of the 
room.  While Vince had his back turned to my wife, I 
saw her raise her head slightly and quite obviously 
look him over in the reflection.  Her eyes widened 
noticeably, and I detected a slight smile play across 
her pretty lips as she rested her head back down.  
I'm pretty sure Vince knew very well that he was 
being checked out too.  When he turned around he had 
a big grin on his chiseled face while he rubbed some 
warm oil on his palms.  For the first time I also 
noticed the sizeable bulge in the front of Vince's 
white shorts.

"So is there anything special that you want me to 
work on today. . .any areas that have been bothering 
you?"

Natalie sighed again and said, "Nope. . .I've never 
really had a massage before.  You're the expert. . 
.I'll leave it in your hands." Then she giggled at 
her own bad pun.

"OK. . .you just relax and leave everything to the 
expert," Vince laughed as folded the sheet down to 
expose her lovely back. .  .keeping her ass modestly 
covered.  He moved to the side of the table and began 
applying firm strokes with both hands up and down the 
full length of her back.  Occasionally he would vary 
the length or the pressure, then he would use his 
fingers to works specific areas that felt tense.

This went on for quite a while.  Vince worked her 
entire upper torso including her neck, shoulders, and 
arms.  Nothing much was said between them and I was 
beginning to think Nat had gone to sleep.  The only 
thing that really kept me on the edge of my seat was 
a couple of times when I noticed Vince's fingers 
stray to the sides of her breasts mashed underneath 
her.  But she made no movement to protest or stop 
him, so everything was cool.

After some time, Vince pulled the sheet back up to 
her neck and moved back around to the side of the 
table.  Reaching down to her feet, he slowly pulled 
the sheet up and folded it just below her buttocks.  
I was not surprised to see that Nat held her legs 
closely together.  As she stirred a little and 
shifted on the table, I wondered what was going 
through her mind as this handsome stranger worked on 
her.  Just an inch or so more, and the guy would have 
pretty good view.  

Vince poured some more oil on his hands and then 
started to work on her feet-one of Nat's most 
sensitive areas.  She loves a good foot massage and 
there have been many times when we have started there 
and moved to episodes of heated passion.

As he worked her tiny feet, Nat made the first sound 
I had heard in a while.  It was a mix between a soft 
coo and a moan.  She raised her head again and 
whispered softly, "Oh, you certainly are good at 
this.. ."

Vince smiled and I could see that he was slowly 
moving her legs apart as he worked her feet.  By the 
time he started to move his strokes up to her calves, 
her legs were almost at the edge of the table.  But 
he was still working mostly from the side, and I 
didn't think he could see much under the dark shadow 
of the sheet from his angle.

Gradually he moved his way up her legs, kneading and 
stroking every inch-past her delicate inner-knees, up 
to the backs of her thighs.  His large hands almost 
went around her entire leg as he worked the oil into 
her skin.  As he moved upward, his hands began to 
brush against the sheet-moving it up little by little 
with each contact.  Soon we could start to see the 
soft curves of her ass come into view.  

Now he was just grazing the hint of plump, rounded 
flesh visible beneath the cover.  His strong 
movements caused her hips to move up and down beneath 
his grip.  As he worked the tops of her inner thighs, 
his hands would move together in between her legs, 
and I was sure that he was only inches away from 
heaven.  He stopped there, however, and moved around 
to the foot of the table.  Using long strokes with 
both hands, he started at her feet and pushed up the 
back of both legs until his hands came to rest just 
below her ass.  Every stroke caused the sheet to ride 
up a little more, and I knew from where he was 
standing now he had a perfect view between her legs. 
. .and it was obvious that he was taking full 
advantage of his position.

There was no doubt Natalie was enjoying the sensation 
too.  She was clearly awake now and almost regularly 
she would sigh and breath deeply between her arms.  I 
thought I noticed her hips start to move slightly on 
their own.

Vince moved around to the side again, and, without a 
word, folded the sheet over in the middle of her back 
exposing one entire side of her body.  With some 
fresh oil, he started to work directly on her 
uncovered buttock, moving his hands in circular 
motions over the entire soft surface.  There was 
hardly room for both of his hugee hands and his slick 
fingers started to probe down between her cheeks and 
legs.

Suddenly I heard Natalie gasp as contact was made in 
her nether region..  "Umm...are you sure that's part 
of the service?" she whispered.

"I'm just getting to the deep tissue areas," Vince 
answered softly.  "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, maybe just a little embarrassed," she breathed 
back.  "Nobody but my husband has touched me down 
there in a very long time."

"Don't worry. . .," Vince chuckled.  "I'm a 
professional.  

It's all part of my job. . ."

"I'll bet it is. . .," Natalie murmured, as she 
rested her head back down.  She seemed to relax 
again, and Vince moved around to the other side and 
repeated the process-folding the sheet over and 
exposing the other cheek.

Hearing no further protests, Vince started to move 
his "professional" fingers deeper between her legs 
with each pass.  This time there was no doubt about 
it.  Her hips began a slow grind up and down as one 
of his hands moved up to stroke her back again while 
the other stayed busy on her bottom-gliding around 
and then dipping down. . .deeper and deeper each 
time.

Natalie's breathing began to get heavier with each 
passing moment when Vince's arm movement changed, she 
began to moan and gasp.  Before his arm had been 
moving up and down, now it was moving slightly in and 
out.  The sheet was still covering his hand from our 
view, but it was almost certain that he was now 
fingering her.  Her skin was getting a soft sheen as 
she continued to rock back and forth on the table.  
Her hands began to clench and unclench the table 
above her head.  As he increased his tempo and 
stroked in and out she would raise her head at times 
and take ragged breaths, as her eyes started to glaze 
over. 

I almost came in my pants right there.  Glancing over 
at Dave, I could see that he was in a trance too.  
Here was this beautiful, petite woman-my wife-
writhing and panting lustily on a table while a hunky 
bodybuilder gave her obvious pleasure.  I was sure 
she was nearing orgasm, but before she could get 
there, Vince slowed down his movements and brought 
her down from the peak.  As he pulled his hand into 
view it was slick and wet with her juices.

"Why... why are you stopping?" she almost 
whimpered.

"We've still got plenty of time, " he said, grinning 
broadly.  "Besides, I need to do your front. .."  We 
all tried to catch our breath as Vince rearranged the 
sheet over her.  Then he held it up like a curtain in 
front of him and told her to turn over.

As she changed sides, Dave and I could see how 
flushed with excitement she was.  Nat was clearly in 
a state of arousal.  Her pink nipples were hard and 
erect and her bouncing breasts heaved as she laid 
back down.  Vince placed the sheet over her, then 
folded it down to the top of her chest-raising her 
arms so they lay beside her head.

"I don't know how much more of this I can stand," Nat 
said, as Vince went to get some fresh oil.  Again she 
looked him up and down while he had his back to her.  
When he turned around, her eyes darted immediately to 
the big bulge in his shorts.  Blushing, she quickly 
looked away and focused her eyes on the ceiling.

Vince moved to the head of the table and started to 
massage her neck and shoulders.  With her arms raised 
above her head, he had complete access to her upper 
body.  He gently worked around her ears and soft 
throat, then held up each arm and worked the length 
to her hands.  Again I was amazed at how tiny she 
seemed next to him.

She had calmed down quite a bit by this time and her 
breathing was almost normal, but Vince was ready to 
start her motor again.  Without warning, he peeled 
the sheet down to her waist, revealing her lovely 
breasts in all their glory.  The perfect conical 
shape was flattened against her a little bit in this 
position, but the nipples stood up proud and tall.

He started at her collarbone with flat palms and 
started making circles that progressed down her 
chest.  It didn't take long for his hands to make 
contact with her breasts, but he danced around them-
never directly touching or even grazing her erect 
nipples.

Taking his time, Vince moved all around her well-
oiled breasts without giving her the direct contact 
she was probably dying for by now.  Her breathing 
began to get heavier again and she started to make 
soft noises in the back of her throat.  Natalie loves 
to have her breasts fondled, and I could see her 
start to arch her back as she strained meet his 
touch.

Finally he gave in to her.  He moved to the side of 
the table, and with his palms flat he placed his 
hands on her stomach and moved them both up and over 
her breasts-dragging right across the nipples.  Then 
he moved back down and took both hard little nubbins 
between his fingers and began to roll them back and 
forth.

It was like an electric shock.  Natalie's arms jerked 
down and her hands covered his.  

"Uhhhhhnnggg!!!!!!!" she moaned, with her eyes closed 
tightly.  The look on her pretty face was pure 
pleasure.  "Yesssss.....like that!!!!!" she hissed, 
as her hands guided his over her quivering pink 
flesh.

Her hips started to rise off the table again as she 
raised her knees and planted her feet on the table.  
I don't think I'd ever seen her so overcome.  Her 
arms were still flailing-one hand fell down to the 
sheet and started to slide underneath between her 
wide-spread legs.  The other hand instinctively 
reached out and clutched Vince's white T-shirt.  As 
he continued to stroke and tease her nipples, her 
hand unconsciously slid down his shirt to the 
waistband of his shorts.  Before she could reach down 
any further, however, Vince sidestepped her grasp and 
moved his hips out of the way.  "Uh, uh....no fair 
touching the hired help. . .yet!!!!!" he snickered at 
her.  I don't think she heard him or even realized 
what he was talking about.  She was too lost in the 
sensations he was giving her.

With the thrashing about the sheet had all but fallen 
clear of her body.  Vince started move his hands 
lower again, gliding over her stomach.  When he 
reached the sheet he simply whisked it off onto the 
floor.  There was my pretty, little conservative 
wife-stark naked, trembling and writhing under this 
strange man.  I couldn't take it anymore.  Dave read 
my mind and said,  "Don't worry, Mike. . .it's just 
the two of us.  Do what ya gotta do. . .I got plenty 
of tissues in here."

Gratefully I reached down to unzip my slacks and 
release the intense pressure. . .I'd never been 
harder.  My cock finally sprang free and I wasted no 
time in working it.  I didn't want to cum yet, so I 
tried to keep it slow.   Out of the corner of my eye, 
I saw Dave releasing his own monster, but another 
loud female moan from the speakers snapped our 
attention back to the screen.

Vince had moved down to stand at the foot of the 
table between Natalie's raised knees and wide-spread 
legs.  He was still making circular motions with his 
palms as he worked his way lower on her abdomen.  His 
hands were starting to graze the softness of her trim 
little bush.  She was humping her hips up to meet his 
movements as he moved ever lower.

Sliding his hands down to her inner-thighs, Vince 
massaged the outside of her pussy lips with his 
thumbs. . .still not coming into direct contact.  
Each movement pulled the slick lips apart and gave as 
all a view of her moist opening.   Natalie was almost 
babbling at this point, but when Vince finally slid 
the side of his hand directly down the full length of 
her vagina, she began to pant like a wounded animal.

"Uhhhhh!!!!......Oh, God!!!!!!   Oh,. . .oh, 
please!!!!!!!!

She bucked up and down as one finger hit home. . 
.then another.  Soon he was pistoning his large 
digits in and out of her honey pot at increasing 
speed.  When one thumb moved up and suddenly raked 
across her neglected clit, my wife immediately began 
to shake and shudder.  I knew very well the signs her 
orgasm.  She shook her head from side to side, hair 
spilling out everywhere as the clip came undone and 
flew across the room.

"Yeeeeesssss!!!!!  Oh, yeah......right there, that's 
it!!!!!!" she wailed beneath his solid, unrelenting 
movements.

Her hands flew to her breasts and she began to tweak 
and pull on her own nipples.  Her mouth was wide open 
as she gasped to pull air into her burning lungs.  

Finally he gave her the release she needed.  Suddenly 
he placed both hands on her thighs and spread them 
wide apart as he leaned down and swiped his long 
tongue directly over her clit.  He kept his mouth 
there. . .lapping and swirling his tongue over her 
burning pussy.

That's all it took.  Her eyes rolled back in her head 
and she almost appeared to stop breathing. Wave after 
wave of pleasure shook through her body as she thrust 
her mound against Vince's lapping tongue and clawed 
at the sheets under her.

"Ohhh......ohhh......AhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!!. . . .I'm 
CUMMMMMIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!"  She wailed in tempo with 
the thrust of her hips.  Then she held herself rigid 
as the fireworks exploded in her head.

"Oh....Shit!" I heard Dave bellow next to me.  I 
looked over just as a huge load erupted from his cock 
all over his hand and arm.  I was close to shooting 
too, but I had a death grip on the base of my rod to 
keep from going off.  "Damn. . .that's about the 
hottest thing I ever saw," Dave groaned as he slumped 
in his chair.

I looked back at the TV in time to see Vince raise up 
and effortlessly strip off his T-shirt.  His face was 
covered with shiny juice.  Every muscle rippled as he 
hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slowly started to 
pull them over his slim hips.  Soon the waistband 
revealed the large, purple, angry-looking head of his 
truly impressive tool.  Inch after inch of the shaft 
that was easily as big around as my wrist came into 
view.  He kept up the strip tease. .  .agonizingly 
slow, as his nine-inch pipe sprang free.  When his 
shorts finally cleared his huge balls, he pushed the 
pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of 
them.

Natalie lay panting spreadeagle on the table like she 
had been shot.  Her rotating hips were still making 
small, involuntary movements and her nostrils flared 
in time with her ragged breathing.  Before she could 
totally come back to earth, Vince reached down and 
pulled her ass to the edge of the table like she was 
a rag doll.  He raised her knees up and pushed her 
soft thighs wide.  Reaching down, he took his huge 
meat in his fist and started to rub the giant helmet-
like head back and forth against her sopping wet 
opening.  

Somewhere among the cobwebs in her head, Natalie 
realized what Vince was doing.  She raised her head 
and her eyes fluttered open.  "No. . .please, I can't 
do this. . .I'm married!"  she moaned.

"That makes two of us, princess."  Vince broke into 
that dazzling smile again as he gazed down at her.  
"Just relax and enjoy.  I'm a professional. . 
.remember?  

She looked closely at his handsome face for the 
first time.  

"Please. . .," she whispered, "we shouldn't being 
doing this. . ."  

"But that's what I'm here for, princess. . .to please 
you.  It's all part of the service.  Now just lay 
back and get ready for some serious therapy!"  Vince 
reached one hand down and braced it on the table by 
her waist as he started to push his big cock meat 
into my wife.

Although Natalie's guilt reflex was starting to say 
no, her body had other ideas.  Still reeling from her 
explosive climax moments earlier, her small hips 
betrayed her again and started to react to the 
intense stimulus at her entrance.  As she closed her 
eyes and laid her head back, her hand instinctively 
reached down to touch the goliath at her gate.  
Suddenly her tiny hand came into contact with the 
torpedo poised to enter her. When she tried to wrap 
her fingers around its massive girth, her eyes 
snapped open wide.  She raised herself up on her 
elbows and looked down at what must have looked like 
a telephone pole to her.

"Please. . ." she breathed again.  Then she said what 
I was thinking: "It's too big. . .you'll tear me 
apart!"

"Nonsense. .." Vince laughed.  "I'll go way slow and 
be very gentle.  Remember our motto. . .Satisfaction 
guaranteed!  And I guarantee you're going to be 
satisfied with this!"

Natalie looked nervous now, but she was still 
obviously turned on.   I knew she had never even 
dreamed of taking on a cock this size.  Her chest 
heaved as she watched him find her opening and push 
just the tip inside.  He pushed in just a little 
farther . . .just fractions of an inch at a time, but 
slowly his big pipe began to disappear.  Nat closed 
her eyes tight again and tried to relax her muscles, 
but I could clearly see how white her knuckles were 
as she gripped the sheet beneath her.

Vince was true to his word.  He took things very 
slowly and let her get used to every movement before 
he went any further.  He shifted his weight a bit, 
and little by little he started to make progress.  
After he got about three-inches inside, he stopped 
and asked if she was all right.  She nodded-still 
with her eyes squeezed tight.  She was starting to 
breath heavily again, and he surprised her by leaning 
down and taking one her rigid nipples in his mouth.  
Natalie immediately let out a loud moan and wrapped 
her hand in his mass of hair, holding his head firmly 
to her quivering breast.

Vince worked both nipples with his lips and tongue 
for a few minutes.  Then as she started to become 
more comfortable, he raised back up and hooked his 
arms underneath her legs-raising her knees almost to 
his shoulders and pulling her thighs wide apart..  
This not only aligned her pelvis in a position for 
better penetration, but it also gave Dave and me a 
good view of the tip of his cock buried in her moist 
hole.   

Natalie's moaned again as Vince slowly pulled his 
hips back a bit, revealing for a brief moment the 
portion of his meat that had been inside of her.  We 
just had time to see that it was slick with her 
juices before he flicked his buttocks forward and 
gently pushed back inside.  Nat gave soft little 
grunts as he began to rock back and forth-each time 
pushing a little more of his big pole inside.  

What an amazing sight-watching a total stranger 
fucking my beautiful wife.  I tried to remember how I 
got here. A couple of weeks ago this had been the 
furthest thing from my mind.  Now I had a myriad of 
emotions going through my head as I watched the 
wildly erotic display.  Part of me wondered if my 
wife would ever be satisfied in my bed again.  But I 
realized our marriage and our love for each other was 
solid and would always survive..   No, what I felt 
more than anything was raw excitement.  It was like 
watching a play or a movie-except I imagined my wife 
and myself as part of the cast of players.  I had 
allowed this to happen, and I almost could feel her 
intense pleasure while I watched them move together.

Vince had established a rhythm now with long, smooth 
strokes.  He was beginning to breath heavier too and 
his tanned body was gleaming with sweat.  I watched 
his rock hard ass cheeks flex back and forth, then 
shifted my gaze back to his shiny cock as it slid 
almost completely in and out-appearing and 
disappearing inside her with each thrust.

"Ahhhh.....Ahhhh......Ahhhh......Ahhhhh.....," 
Natalie began a steady chant in time with his even 
strokes.  She laid her head back on the table, but 
her tiny hands clutched and grabbed at his massive 
biceps on his arms-still holding up her legs.  She 
began bucking her hips back to meet his thrusts and I 
saw she had taken him all.  Now his huge balls began 
to make a soft slapping sound against her ass with 
each downstroke.

"You've got it all, princess. . .how does it feel?" 
Vince grunted as he began to steadily pick up the 
pace.

Nat could barely answer through gritted teeth, 
"Uhhnn...ohh,.... my gawd!!!...It feels sss, 
sssooo....ssoooo, goood!!!!!!!!  
I...I've....nn...nnevver......f, 
fff...felt...so....fulll!!!" The mics and speaker 
system were very good.  I could hear every sound in 
the room including the wet squishing noise her tight 
little pussy was making as he ground into her.   

Then Vince seemed to shift into a different gear.  He 
raised her small ankles and feet up and placed them 
on his broad shoulders, then he planted both of  his 
hands of the table on each side of her.  Once he had 
repositioned her, he pulled his cock almost all the 
way out and held it poised at her opening for a 
second. . .  teasing her.  "Ready. . .?"  he 
whispered.

"Oh yes.....put it back inside!.  Fuck me, Vince. . 
..please!!!!!   she begged, as we all held our 
breath.

He suddenly slammed back into her and she cried out 
in pleasure.  Then Vince began to pound into my wife 
like a jackhammer.  The solid table rocked and 
groaned beneath them and Natalie's breasts jiggled 
back and forth as she neared another orgasm.  Vince 
knew she was close again and he began to change his 
movements-rotating and grinding his hips sometimes. . 
.then just pounding into her with unbelievable speed 
and stamina on the next series of thrusts.  Their 
bodies slapped together with loud smacks that got 
louder and sharper.

Natalie rarely cums during straight fucking, but as 
Vince's ass turned into a blur, Nat let out a keening 
cry that I'm sure could be heard throughout the 
building.  Vince began to gasp and grunt too, and I 
realized he was close as well.  "Oh, God.....I'm 
gonna CUMMM!!!!!!"  I heard him shout, as she 
shuddered, yelped, and clawed beneath him.

This is what I had been waiting for, and I felt the 
white hot liquid that had been building up inside of 
me begin to race through my shaft in my pumping fist.  
Just as I exploded, I watched Vince yell out and yank 
his cock from my wife's pussy, still bucking with 
spasms from her own orgasm.  As soon as his cockhead 
cleared her opening a thick rope of semen jetted out 
in an arc across her body.  Most of it landed just 
above her head, but some splashed across her face and 
neck.  Another spurt followed-landing mostly on her 
heaving breasts and stomach. 

Vince continued to slowly jack his cock in his hand 
whle Natalie became the masseuse-reaching up and 
massaging his milky white liquid into her skin with 
one hand.  Her other hand reached down and joined his 
to gently stroke his red, swollen meat.

While I reached for some tissues to clean up my mess, 
Vince leaned down and tenderly kissed Natalie for the 
first time.  I could see their tongues battling 
intensely in their mouths as she passionately thanked 
him for what he had done.

I had almost forgot about Dave.  He began to stir 
next to me and I could see he was also doing some 
clean up from incredible display we had just 
witnessed.  "I'm giving you the original. . .but do 
you mind if I make a copy of this tape?" he asked 
with a weary grin, as he pushed some buttons on the 
VCR.

"No problem, " I said.  "It's the least I could do.  
That was truly amazing!"  

I looked back at the screen and saw Vince start to 
pull his clothes back on.  Natalie was spent.  She 
still was laying on the table lazily stroking her 
stomach-a contented smile played on her lips.  She 
watched with half-open eyes while Vince got dressed.  
When he was done, he went back to the table and 
stroked her cheek softly with his fingers.

"That concludes the treatment for today," he grinned.  
"How do you feel?"

"Oh, my!" was all she could whisper.  "I feel like a 
new woman. . ."

"Well, like I said. . .it's all part of my job.  
Satisfaction guaranteed!"    He bent down and gave 
her another small kiss on her flushed cheek, then 
said, "Take your time, princess. . .you can get up 
and shower whenever you want."  Then he quietly left 
the room.

Dave began turning off the equipment in the room.  
"Well...that was fun!"  he chuckled.  "I told you. . 
.they sure like the full body massage!"  I thanked 
him sincerely and snuck out the back door of the 
building.

When I got home that evening, Nat was relaxing on the 
couch in a stunning little sundress.  She looked 
fresh and pretty, more beautiful to me than I could 
ever remember.  She jumped to her feet when she saw 
me and showered me with hugs and kisses.

When she slowed down a bit I laughed and held her at 
arms length.  "So. . .how was your day at the spa?  I 
tried to act casual.

"Oh, honey  Thank you so much!   I can't tell you how 
wonderful that was.  I never imagined it could be 
like that. . ." Then she got a strange little twinkle 
in her eye as she gazed at me. 

"I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"

"Huh...?"  I stammered.  "Wh...what are you talking 
about?"

"Oh, you think you're so clever...don't you?" she 
giggled. 

"I recognized your car the second I pulled into the 
parking lot!!  And.....I don't know. . .for some 
reason I just knew you were watching."

I started to make some lame excuse, but she just 
covered my mouth with her tiny hand and said, 
"shhhhhh....silly baby.  "You're not upset about what 
I did are you?"

"Upset? It was the most erotic experience I've ever 
had," I said truthfully.

"Good!  she smiled.  "Because I made another 
appointment for us next week.   Happy Valentine's 
Day, darling!!!!"

******THE END*******

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