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As I was leaving the gym, I asked my wife what she wanted to do for date night - go out or stay in. She said she was indifferent and wanted to know my preference. So I told her my preference was to do something that would leave her breathless and that I could make that happen whether we stayed in or out. So she chose in.
I set up the new massage table in our living room, dr*ped it with warm cotton sheets. Lit candles everywhere. Turned the heat in the room up to 75 degree. Picked a relaxation theme on Pandora. Heated some massage rocks in the crock pot. Placed a cold bottle of water and also white wine on the table nearby. She was upstairs taking a shower. When she was done, I texted her to come downstairs into the living room. It was darkly muted with only the light of the candles burning throughout the room. I hid behind a door as she looked with nervous curiosity. She was not aware that I had purchased this table or that I was going to afford her an evening of role play.
I then introduced myself as the masseur and that her man (who is a friend of mine) had arranged this for her. We talked for a bit and I asked her if there were any areas of discomfort that she wanted me to focus on; any areas that I should be aware of or pay special attention to. She was subtly recalcitrant with her answers, answering questions with questions and double entendres. This discourse was frustrating so I asked her to take another sip of her wine and to get up on the table. I left the room so she could do so and dr*pe herself - and asked her to call me when she was comfortable.
I walked into the room and she was on her stomach as I had instructed her to do. I warmed oil with the vigorous friction of my hands and applied to her smooth skin with pressure in all the areas where there was tension. She was dr*ped in all but the areas where I was working. I began behind her shoulders and the back of her neck, her muscles tight. I gradually increased the pressure and worked out the tense energy until each specific area had loosened. Interchangeably with my hands, I used my arm with stroking pressure along the outside areas around her spine. I then worked on each leg individually, loosening the calves and quads. I applied additional oil on her feet and ran my fingers in between each of her toes, which resulted in such a sweet sigh - followed by an intentional effort to press her foot against my chest. As I usually anchor the feet against my chest, I allowed this and noted that she was using her toes to feel the firmness of my pecs. This increasingly became difficult and I worked hard to remain the consummate professional, but I could sense with the way she began to move on my table and that she was wanting more body contact. Even with that thought, I remained firm in my commitment to provide my friend's woman with a good, professional, clean massage.
After working on her back, I applied smooth hot rocks along the length of her spine, and while at rest with the warmth, I took the opportunity to take some water and remove my shirt - it was simply too warm in the room for me to continue wearing it. When I asked her to roll over on her back, I had some anxiety that she might see this as gesture or advance. Playfully, she asked if I always removed my shirt with my clients. I assured her that my intentions were practical - that the room was warm and that if it was a problem I would be happy to put it back on. She grinned and said she was very much okay with it.
I then positioned myself at the head of the table - released the table headrest and held her head in my palms, rotating it and asking her to let go - to allow me to hold the full weight so that she could experience the weightlessness we seldom feel. I did this while running my fingers through her scalp and massaging it through her hair . I noticed a gaze she maintained on the top button of my jeans and I grew uncomfortable that this was getting difficult. Placing her head back on the headrest, I applied more oil heated by the friction of my hands and worked the front of her shoulders and down her side, and then back up around her large breasts. At that moment I realized that I would not be able to continue with my hands touching her breasts without this leading to an erection. Knowing that she continued her gaze at my jeans I felt myself become engorged and very uncomfortable. She could see what was happening and she reached out with two fingers to outline the bulge that continued to grow underneath the fabric while I desperately tried to keep this massage professional. But the contrast of her soft breasts relative to the firmness of her nipples made me struggle to stay focused. And knowing that her eyes were fixed on my package sent adrenaline rushing throughout my body.
She tugged at the top button of my pants and I unconsciously pressed my pelvis into her face. She gently bit and kissed my firm member through the jeans. I had lost all control of this massage and her continued tugging at the top button led me to surrender, to release each button of my fly. Her mouth went straight for my cock and she took it in her mouth, sheathed behind my briefs. I looked down at her body still covered by the sheet and she was writhing with a frustrating craving that resulted in her taking me out of the briefs and into her mouth. She moaned loudly as I tilted her head to the side, pressed it down on the headrest and gently forced myself into her mouth. She took my hand and pulled it under the sheet and between her legs. She was soaking wet. Impatient, she pressed my fingers into her warm pussy while she accepted my full girth and length down her throat. The sheet moved off her body with all her writhing and squirming - the oil glistening against her smooth tan skin and the definition of her feminine muscles with every movement of her body. I was lost - and yet, totally focused on one carnal desire. I needed to be inside her.
The control over the massage long lost, I grabbed her hips and pulled her into position on the table, climbed up and mounted her - forcefully, impatiently, eagerly penetrated her, fucking her hard and fast. Her eyes stared off into a distance I could not see, accompanied by a mischievous grin. I thrust harder, deeper and more forcefully and her grin continued to widen commensurate with the escalation of my power. My concern vacillated between the integrity of the table as it ever so slightly slid across the floor with each thrust together with the startling and arousing realization that I was fucking my friend's wife and she was loving it.
Over and over she came with blissful, sweet, feminine moans. Each time, I could feel a flood of her moisture on my cock, so wet it was splashing each time I pounded into her. To taunt me, she would whisper "I have to go" making me even more eager to bring her to her next climax. This continued in a sweaty, hot repetitive cycle - the count of which I lost somewhere in double digits.
After I finished inside her, I told her I needed to see her again, to which she mischievously responded, "Maybe. We'll see."