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Wife Gets Erotic Massage – First Experience

 

Wife Gets Erotic Massage
Wife Gets Erotic Massage

Wife Gets Erotic Massage – First Experience

“I’ll get the door!” I announced, hearing the knock on the hotel door.
“Thanks, honey!” my wife replied, still in the bathroom. She was busy getting dressed, and we were running late for our 8 p.m. dinner reservation. It was the third night of our vacation, and we were still jet-lagged from the trip overseas, and the time change had wreaked havoc with our schedules.
“Hi, you must be Mr. Wilson.” I said, opening the door. “I’m Jason.”
“Jason, that’s me,” he replied, as he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” I said, shaking his hand and looking at his muscular body. He was a good-looking guy, maybe 30, 6 foot 2 and well built, with short black hair and a chiseled jaw. I’m a bit older, with a beer belly and a receding hairline, but I was excited by the prospect of watching my wife with another man.
“Please, come in,” I said, stepping back to let him into the hotel room.
“Thank you, sir,” he said.
“I’m sorry, my wife is in the bathroom and getting dressed. We’re running a bit late and we have reservations at 8, so if you could get started, we should be ready by 7:45.”
“Of course,” Jason replied. “Let’s do what we can. It’s better to leave earlier than later.”
“Right,” I agreed.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” I asked. “We’re celebrating our anniversary.”
“Congratulations,” he replied. “That’s very sweet. A glass of wine would be nice, thank you.”
I grabbed the bottle of wine and a glass, pouring him a drink. He took a sip.
“It’s good,” he said.
“Only the best for tonight,” I replied.
“Your wife is very lucky,” Jason said.
“Thank you,” I replied, blushing a bit.
“She’s a very beautiful woman.”
“She’s a lucky woman, too,” Jason added.
“Thank you.”
The bathroom door opened, and my wife walked into the room, wearing a sexy black dress that fit her body perfectly, showing off her curves.
“Jason, this is my wife, Jennifer,” I said.
“Nice to meet you,” Jason said.
“Likewise,” Jennifer said, as they shook hands.
“I think I’m all set,” Jason said.
“Wonderful,” Jennifer replied. “Are you ready, honey?”
“Almost,” I said.
“Take your time,” Jason said. “I can chat with Jennifer and get to know her a little bit.”
“Great idea,” I replied, finishing my drink and walking into the bathroom to finish getting dressed. I was still jet-lagged and it took a lot of effort to button up my shirt, brush my teeth, and fix my hair. After 15 minutes, I was finished.
“Ready,” I announced, walking out of the bathroom.
“We’re ready,” Jennifer replied.
“Perfect,” Jason said. “Then let’s go. Where are you headed?”
“We’re going to the steakhouse down the street,” Jennifer replied. “It has a good atmosphere and the food is amazing.”
“That’s where we’re going, too,” Jason said.
“Really?” she asked.
“That’s where I recommend to everyone.”
“Great,” Jennifer said. “This is going to be a night to remember.”
“I hope so,” I said.
We left the room, walking down the hallway to the elevator.
“How long have you been doing this?” Jennifer asked.
“What? Working?” Jason replied.
“Yes, I’m curious.”
“A few years. I got laid off and started working in the erotic massage industry.”
“How do you like it?” Jennifer asked.
“I’m not complaining. I have a pretty steady flow of work. Plus, it’s nice to help people relax and enjoy themselves.”
“That’s why we booked your services,” I said.
“I appreciate it,” Jason replied.
“I bet you’ve seen a lot,” Jennifer said.
“A lot of what?” Jason asked.
“You know…a lot of bodies, a lot of couples…”
“I have. There’s nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to pleasure and intimacy. It’s an art form, and it’s not something to be hidden or feared.”
“I agree,” Jennifer said.
“So you like my job?” Jason asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, I’m happy you do. I’m excited to show you a good time.”
“You’ll make it worth our while,” I said.
“Oh, you can count on it,” he replied.
The elevator dinged, and we stepped inside, heading down to the lobby.
“Are you married?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes,” Jason replied. “My wife understands and supports me in everything I do. It’s important to have that type of support. It’s also important to communicate openly about everything.”
“Communication is key,” I said.
“Yes,” Jason agreed.
We stepped out of the elevator and walked across the lobby.
“After you,” Jason said, holding the door open for us.
“Thank you,” Jennifer replied.
“Are we taking your car or mine?” Jason asked.
“Our hotel is walking distance from the restaurant,” I replied. “So, I guess we can walk there together.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jason replied.
“Me, too,” Jennifer said.
“Lead the way,” Jason said.
“Okay, then,” I replied, as we headed down the street.
“It’s a nice night out,” Jason observed.
“Yeah, it is,” Jennifer agreed.
“Good for business, too,” Jason said.
“Why’s that?” Jennifer asked.
“When it’s nice out, people feel more relaxed. They want to have a good time and enjoy themselves.”
“True,” Jennifer said.
“So, have you ever done anything like this before?” Jason asked.
“We’ve never had a massage with a happy ending,” Jennifer replied.
“But, you have had massages?”
“Sure, plenty of times.”
“And you’ve had orgasms before?”
“Of course.”
“But not during a massage?”
“No, not yet.”
“That’s what tonight is all about,” Jason said.
“We’re excited,” I replied.
“I can tell,” Jason said.
“Have you ever had an orgasm with a client before?” Jennifer asked.
“I have,” he said. “I’m not going to lie.”
“So, you’re a bit of a player, huh?” she teased.
“I just enjoy helping people relax and feel good about themselves. And if they want a bit more, well, who am I to deny them?”
“I guess,” Jennifer said.
“Don’t worry,” he replied. “I’ll make sure you have a good time.”
“You’ve made that promise a lot, huh?” she asked.
“Maybe a time or two,” Jason admitted.
“And has it always happened?” she pressed.
“Most of the time, yes.”
“Most of the time,” she repeated.
“Well, what are the odds?” he asked.
“What’s the percentage?” she countered.
“About 95 percent,” he said.
“So, if I go with you tonight, and you don’t make me orgasm, what are the chances you’ll make it up to me later?”
“I can’t answer that question,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t predict the future.”
“But, if you can’t make me orgasm tonight, would you make it up to me tomorrow night?”
“I’d love to,” he said.
“Would it have to be with you?” she asked.
“If that’s what you wanted,” he replied.
“Would it have to be a full-on sexual experience?” she asked.
“That’s up to you,” he replied.
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Sure. Sex is sex, right?”
“I guess so,” she replied.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“You look like you’re thinking about something.”
“I’m just processing,” she replied.
“Processing what?” he asked.
“All this.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No, not at all.”
“Do you have a problem with this?”
“No.”
“Do you want to try something else?” he asked.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like a different type of massage, or a different kind of stimulation.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“What if we start off with some kissing?” he suggested.
“Kissing?”
“Yes. We can start with a few soft, sensual kisses, and see where things go from there.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
“Good,” he said. “Do you want to start here or at the hotel?”
“Here’s fine,” she replied.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
He moved closer to her and leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips. She responded, kissing him back. Their kiss intensified, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
“Wow,” he said, breaking the kiss.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“Did that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to continue?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Great. Then let’s get back to the hotel and we can take things from there.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
“You lead the way,” he said.
We walked in silence back to the hotel. When we reached our room, I opened the door and let Jennifer and Jason inside.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Okay,” he said. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed, and I’ll start by giving you a massage.”
She nodded, lying down on the bed. Jason climbed onto the bed, straddling her legs.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
He placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them. He worked his way down her back, kneading her muscles.
“You have very strong hands,” she remarked.
“I do,” he agreed.
He continued massaging her, his hands moving over her body.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
“I’m glad,” he said.
He continued massaging her, his hands moving further down her body.
“Can I take off your panties?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she replied.
He slipped her panties off, tossing them to the side. He spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them.
“I’m going to touch you now,” he said.
“Okay,” she replied.
His hand moved between her legs, finding her clit. He began rubbing it, his fingers circling it.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
He increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Does it feel good?” he asked again.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He continued rubbing her clit, his fingers moving in a circular motion.
“Oh, God,” she moaned again.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she moaned.
He increased the pressure and speed, his fingers rubbing her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I’m going to cum.”
“Cum for me,” he urged.
She came, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Wow,” she said.
“Did that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Did you have an orgasm?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“What would you like to do next?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“I have a few ideas,” he replied.
“Like what?” she asked.
“You can sit on my face, and I’ll eat you out.”
“That sounds good,” she said.
He positioned himself on the bed, lying on his back.
“Come here,” he said.
She crawled on top of him, straddling his face.
“You can go lower,” he said.
She lowered herself onto his mouth, his tongue finding her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, as he licked her.
He licked her harder, his tongue moving up and down.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hands gripping the headboard.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said.
He licked her again, his tongue flicking her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her hips moving.
He licked her harder, his tongue sliding in and out of her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, grinding her pussy against his face.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her body shuddering as she came again.
“Was that good?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she panted.
“Good,” he said.
“What else do you want to do?” she asked.
“Whatever you want,” he said.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“With pleasure,” he replied.
“Let’s start with your fingers,” he said.
He inserted two fingers into her, his thumb stroking her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
He fingered her faster, his fingers pumping in and out.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, as he pumped his fingers into her.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Good,” he said. “Lie on your back.”
She lay on her back, spreading her legs.
“You’re so wet,” he said, admiring her pussy.
“I’m ready,” she said.
He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
He thrust his cock inside her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, as he fucked her.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she panted.
“You have such a tight pussy,” he said.
“It feels good,” she moaned.
“Your pussy is so wet,” he said.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, as he fucked her harder.
“You’re so wet,” he repeated.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, as he fucked her harder and deeper.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she panted.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Please,” she begged.
He fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
He fucked her harder and faster, his cock pounding into her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“You like that?” he asked.
“I’m going to cum,” she moaned.
“Cum for me,” he demanded.
She came, her pussy spasming around his cock.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, as she came.
“That’s it,” he said, his cock still thrusting in and out.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“I’m going to cum,” he said.
“Yes, please,” she panted.
He thrust his cock into her, his hips rocking as he came.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, as he came.
“Wow,” he said, his cock still inside her.
“Wow,” she agreed.
“That was amazing,” he said.
“You were great,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said.
“Well, we did,” he replied.
“It felt so good,” she said.
“Did it meet your expectations?”
“Yes, it exceeded them,” she said.
“Good,” he said.
“I’ll pay you,” she offered.
“You already paid,” he reminded her.
“I’ll pay you extra,” she said.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said.
“No, I want to,” she insisted.
“Well, okay,” he agreed.
“So, what should we do now?” she asked.
“That’s up to you,” he said.
“How about we have some drinks, relax a little, and see where the night takes us?” she suggested.
“Sounds good to me,” he said.
“Great,” she said. “Why don’t you go and pour us some drinks while I get dressed?”
“Sure,” he said, pulling out of her.
He got off the bed and went to the mini-bar, grabbing a couple of beers.
“Here you go,” he said, handing her a beer.
“Thanks,” she said.
“What would you like to do after this?” he asked.
“Anything, as long as I’m with you,” she said.
“I can get behind that,” he said.
“I bet you can,” she teased.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe,” she replied.
“Challenge accepted,” he said, leaning in to kiss her.
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The next morning, I woke up early and went for a run. I ran through the hotel parking lot and then headed down the street. I was about a mile into my run when I spotted Jason’s car. I slowed down and looked around, trying to figure out where he was.
I saw him across the street, walking with a woman. I watched as they stopped and talked for a few minutes. Then, he leaned in and kissed her. They stood there, kissing, for a few minutes. Finally, they broke apart and walked away from each other.
I stood there, watching, as Jason got in his car and drove away. I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised—he was, after all, a professional escort. But seeing him with another woman still stung.
“Fuck,” I muttered, turning around and heading back to the hotel.
***
Jennifer and I spent the rest of the day exploring the city. We visited the art museum, walked along the riverfront, and ate lunch at a local diner. It was a perfect day, and I was happy to be spending it with my wife.
That night, we decided to stay in and have a romantic dinner in our room. Jennifer ordered room service while I took a shower. When I got out, she had the food set up on the table and was waiting for me.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she said. “I got us a steak and seafood platter.”
“Sounds delicious,” I replied.
We sat down and dug into our food. The conversation was light and easy, and I was enjoying myself.
“So, what did you think about last night?” Jennifer asked, out of the blue.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You know,” she replied. “The whole sex with a stranger thing.”
“It was interesting,” I replied. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No,” I said. “But, I’m not sure I’d want to do it again.”
“Why not?”
“It’s just not my thing,” I replied. “I’m a one-woman man, and I like it that way.”
“Me, too,” she agreed. “But, it was kind of fun, right?”
“Yeah, it was,” I admitted. “But, I’d much rather make love to my wife.”
“I feel the same way,” she said. “But, I’m glad we did it. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”
“It was,” I agreed.
“So, are you ready for round two?” she asked, winking at me.
“I’m always ready,” I replied, leaning in for a kiss.
The next morning, Jennifer and I packed up our things and checked out of the hotel. As we were loading our bags into the car, I noticed a familiar figure walking toward us.
“Hey, guys,” Jason said, approaching us.
“Hi, Jason,” I replied.
“Jason, this is my wife, Jennifer,” I introduced them.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Jason said. “I’m glad I caught you guys before you left. I wanted to say goodbye.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” Jennifer said. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”
“It was my pleasure,” Jason replied. “And, I’d like to thank you both for the opportunity. It was definitely a night to remember.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Jennifer said.
“I did,” Jason said. “And, I’m sure we’ll all look back on it fondly. But, I hope this isn’t the last time we see each other. I’d like to keep in touch and maybe get together again sometime.”
“That would be great,” Jennifer said.
“Great,” Jason replied. “Well, I’ll let you guys get on the road. Have a safe trip.”
“Thank you,” Jennifer said.
“And, thanks again,” I added.
“Anytime,” Jason said, smiling.
As Jason walked away, Jennifer turned to me.
“He’s hot,” she said.
“Who, Jason?” I asked, a bit surprised.
“Yeah,” Jennifer replied. “He’s got a great body and a cute face.”
“I guess so,” I said.
“Don’t you think so?” she asked.
“Yeah, I guess,” I replied.
“Oh, come on,” Jennifer said. “Admit it, you think he’s hot, too.”
“Fine,” I said, laughing. “He’s hot. Happy now?”
“Very,” Jennifer said, grinning.
We got in the car and started driving home. I couldn’t help but think about Jason and how much fun we’d had together. But, I knew that it was just a one-time thing, and we’d probably never see him again.

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