“She does get excited, doesn’t she,” I said. From my office, where I had been sitting at my desk, pretending to do something very important at my computer, I had been waiting for sounds from the bedroom, where my wife was being massaged by a masseur who was admittedly strikingly handsome. I had a sense that she would moan at some point, an invitation to something new and sexual, and I knew that the moaning would be my signal that I was to join her in the adventure. Continue reading Everything is permitted: the result of the Masseur Experiment
Mr. X dared my wife to get a massage at home from her sexy masseur. The catch? He also wanted me to be at home. Her e-mail response was so long, and so potentially revolutionary for our marriage, that I’ve chosen to post it in two parts. The first part of her response is here. This is the second part.
Ever heard of a four-handed massage, Mr. X? That’s one for each breast, one for a pussy, and one for the rest of me. Actually, I shouldn’t make it sound like a joke. It all moved very slowly and sensuously for a while, each man really doing their best to give me a good massage, and nobody really making eye contact. I guess we all made it a bit of a joke at first too, but then it was just pure pleasure, and I began to moan uncontrollably again, and they focused on rubbing me everywhere. After a while, as we all became accustomed to the situation, the men took turns rubbing my pussy and my tits. Their fingers, even the masseur’s, began to actually press into me more often, sometimes two or three fingers. Their bodies were getting closer to mine, and my husband even began licking my nipples occasionally. Earlier I had been making the occasional light comment, like “Now this is a massage!” but now it was all very serious. Continue reading Four-handed Massage: her response to the Masseur Experiment (Part 2)
Mr. X dared my wife to get a massage at home from her sexy masseur. The catch? He also wanted me to be at home. Her e-mail response was so long, and so potentially revolutionary for our marriage, that I’ve chosen to post it in two parts. This is the first part of her response. The second part is here.
Dear Mr. X,
I’m sorry it’s taken so long to write back. It’s still difficult to know where to start, but I will say that I followed your instructions to the letter!
First off, my husband and I have been talking a lot about sex with other people. We played around with that a bit more in the first years of our marriage, at least when the opportunity presented itself, and now we’ve been returning to those conversations more – both because of the little adventures we’ve had with the neighbors, which you know about, and because I’ve just been more sexual over the past year (thanks to you!), which also makes my husband more sexual. So anyway, although I have not mentioned our e-mails to him, I had told him how I’d gotten a massage that went a little sexy. I was pretty sure this wouldn’t bother him, and I was right. He even said that I should get a sexy massage whenever I liked! Continue reading Hanky Panky: her response to the Masseur Experiment (Part 1)
Oh Sexy Lady,
You got so tantalizingly close to surrendering the last of your clothes and letting your neighbors have their way with you. My entire body has been throbbing ever since. And ever since I’ve wanted you with a passion that has a newly sharp edge. I know: promises, promises. But seeing you step so close to the edge of a new world of erotic possibilities has gotten me lusting for every last inch of your flesh. I know that if I knocked on your door and found you standing there in a famously skimpy robe, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. That famously skimpy robe would be in tatters, and my mouth would be all over you. Continue reading The Masseur Experiment