A four-hands erotic massage for Anna

The full story of our first encounter with a stranger
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The purple lingerie set hubby chose makes me feel sexy. Just a thin layer of lace covering my breast and sex – the back left almost naked by the scanty thong. When I enter the room, I’m covered in shivers, already.
After all, this is the first time Nathan shares me with a man.
It’s one of our first times.
No, I’m not the kind of woman that you may imagine in such a situation. But I do have fantasies, and Nathan has always known about them.
Being exposed to a stranger… being stared at the most naughty details… being touched by many hands… losing control while two or more men feel my body… being their object of desire.
That scene in the vintage porn movie Behind the Green Door, where many men and women touch, lick and fuck the main character on the stage of a private party, always makes me overly wet. It perfectly describes most of my naughty fantasies.
Nathan is a man of action. When he told me he would find a way to explore that part of my dirty mind, I knew I could trust him. He never leaves anything to chance. Just a week later, he had already an appointment with a massage therapist. For a four-hands erotic massage.
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I look at the room around me: everything is perfect. The slow, bossa nova music; the candles filling the darkness, projecting wavy shadows on the walls; the professional massage table at the centre.
It’s time. I grab the glass of white wine in Nathan’s hands and gulp it down. I know I need it if I want to let myself go.
Suddenly, I feel confident. I dare to raise my eyes and meet the stranger’s ones.
Not handsome. Too young. I would never even look at such a guy outside.
These are my first thoughts.
And yet… I don’t care. If hubby chose him, it means he is suitable for our games. With my privacy protected by a wig and a thin lace mask, I wave my body walking towards the massage table. I give the stranger my hand and let him help me to lay face down on it.
Fuck… is this really happening? Am I really going to let this man touch my naked body?
Will he like it? Will he mind the freckles? Or the small tits? Will he like my butt, my legs, my arms?
But it’s too late to chicken out. I want this.
The music and the scent of the candles help me relax. A moment later, four oily hands are on my body.
I recognize Hubby’s ones. They are the best. He knows my muscles like nobody else. Even if I don’t see him, I can tell he’s standing by my feet, oiling my calves and the back of my thighs. Up and down, up and down… his hands feel so comfortable, so secure.
The stranger removes my bra – why did I even put it on? – then his hands are on my back, my neck, my arms, while hubby massages me all the way to my butt, occasionally sliding a finger to rub my sex.
Fuck, this is making me horny. I thought I would need more time… I thought I was… purer.
When Nathan begins massaging my feet, the stranger’s fingers slide to my hands. He massages them finger by finger. There’s nothing romantic in it, nor exciting… and yet… I’m laying almost naked in front of a young masseur I’ve never met before, a man I’ll never see again. This is enough to make me instinctively arch my back to invite hubby’s fingers inside me. He pushes them on my still-covered holes, teases me, and makes me moan like I maybe shouldn’t in front of a man I don’t know.
So shameless. But this is what I wanted… right?
Someone comes to stand by my head and massage my neck, I recognize Nathan’s touch. I reach out for his cock. I caress it through the shorts, feeling its hardness and the pre-cum already wetting the cotton.
My head is spinning too much, to think straight. I enjoy the hands exploring my body, and as the twenty fingers roam everywhere, I soon don’t know how’s touching me, anymore.
I arch my body, allowing someone to slide my thong down, then off.
Two oily hands soon slide up my thighs, then a finger enters my pussy. The fingers soon become two, then three. Nathan is finger-fucking my cunt while the stranger takes care of my shoulders, standing at the top of the table. I know I can, we’ve discussed it before, and so I just let myself go and look for the stranger’s cock. It’s hard already in his trunks. I caress it, stroking it up and down… it feels smaller than hubby’s but thicker.
The man doesn’t excite me much. But the situation does. Being exposed to him while I shamelessly moan and try to feel his hardness, is something I’ve never done in my life. I’ve never been with two men, not even in such a light way.
Soon, the men switch again. Hubby caresses my arms, then slides down my back to grab my butt and spread my cheeks. I know the masseur is taking care of my feet, now. I’m sure he has a perfect view of my spread pussy and butthole.
I shiver again and cover in goosebumps. I want more, already. I need to be fucked, to be taken hard by my husband, to be chocked, slapped, spanked, and used as much as he wants.
But his voice whispering in my ears tell me it’s not the time yet.
“Should we take off our shorts?” he asks.
Our shorts, he said. Not my shorts.
“Yes.”
Is it really me, speaking? Is it really me, the woman reaching for their cocks as soon as they are out in the open, grabbing both of them, stroking them with the lust of a teenager exploring her sexuality?
“You can turn around,” hubby whispers again in my ear.
Good, because it wasn’t easy to touch them, from this position.
I roll, exposing my naked body to them. Stranger eyes looking at my tits, at my perky nipples, at the thin strip of red hair pointing to my shaved pussy. I moan so loud when his hands grab my tits, fondle them, and tease them.
I cannot speak, I know. This was one of the rules hubby set on me. But if I could, I would scream how much I like this touch, how much I want more of these hands pleasing my breast and clit.
Nathan reads me well, though.
“You can stroke his cock, if you want,” he whispers again into my ear. “No, I think you should definitely jerk him off.”
“I want to suck yours,” I whisper back.
That’s the truth. But as the good wife I am, when I grab my hubby’s dick and bring it to my mouth, I also wrap my fingers around the stranger’s cock.
Up and down, up and down… the masseur’s naked cock spreads precum all over my hand, but it’s still not wet enough.
Hubby pushes his cock into my throat so much that it makes me choke and drool. Someone’s fingers explore my clit, my vulva, and then enter inside my cunt.
I’m on fire. I want to be fucked hard. I want this cock I’m sucking to spray all its cum inside me. I want the dick in my hand to cum, the man to show me how much he likes my touch.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a woman, like in this moment. Making two dicks hard for me, pleasing them with my passion… feels like a dream, coming true.
“Can I make it wet?” I whisper into hubby’s ear when he stops pounding my mouth for a moment.
“Of course, you can,” he says with a grin.
I lick my hand, spreading saliva all over it, realizing too late it’s all dirty in the stranger’s pre-cum. After years with my hubby, I taste and smell another man. Such a strange feeling, which is soon blown away by hubby’s hardness back balls-deep in my mouth.
I stroke the stranger faster, and he moans louder while his hard, thick cock twitches in my hand. His fingers are deep in my cunt now, curled to reach my G-spot. Soon, I cannot resist anymore. I squirt. For the first time, in front of a man who is not my husband. For the first time in my life, another man makes me cum.
My head spins, as an incredible orgasm possesses me. My back arches, my fingers grip the man’s cock, my lips wrap around my hubby’s cock, blocked deep in my mouth. I cum like that, taking care of two men while being fingered by a hand I didn’t know, till half an hour ago.
I stop for a moment, to catch my breath. The experience was too powerful. And yet… I want more.
Hubby crouches by my side and wraps one of my nipples with his lips. With a hand, he reaches below me, to my butt, and slides a finger deep into my rosebud. I cannot restrain my moans, now. The two men alternate their fingers, one into my cunt and the other in my asshole while I stroke faster and faster a stranger’s cock, desperately in need to make him cum.
Another powerful stream of cum squirts out of my pussy, reaching my belly, but I don’t stop. I won’t be ashamed of being myself, today, not anymore.
“Look at it,” hubby commands.
I turn my head and look at the stranger’s meat for the first time. Hard, thick, partially covered by its foreskin… I think that I would not want it inside me, not even in my mouth. But I want to be the one pleasing it, today.
“Make him cum.”
I was wishing he would ask me.
Like that: with my face just a couple of inches from the throbbing veins of a new cock and my husband sucking on my tit; with the stranger’s finger ravaging my pussy and Nathan’s ones stuck deep into my ass, giving me pleasure I never stop wanting.
I promised him I’d let him guide me, and so I do. I keep on stroking the dick in front of my face, back and forth, back and forth… feeling the excitement growing in the pulsating shaft, in the big, loaded balls ready to explode.
Soon, the stranger groans and cums. Spurt after spurt, his load flies all over my chest, tits, belly. I smile, thinking that Nathan removed his mouth from my tits at the last moment.
Such a silly thought.
The man is satisfied, and so I am. I clean his cock stroking the tip against my tits until the last drop of cum decorates my skin. Then, hubby makes me stand up and leads me to lay on the bed.
I close my eyes, enjoying the fresh sensations of being adored by two men at the same time.
A couple of minutes later the masseur is gone.
I get on all fours and wriggle my butt to Nathan.
“Would you finish what you’ve started?” I tease him, gaping my little hole at him.
And once again, I’m only his.