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Her Surprise Turns Into My Surprise

My wife Jennifer and I have been happily married for nearly all of our adult lives. Not unlike other couples, we've had our ups and downs. From time to time we've had to work hard at keeping the excitement and flame burning in our relationship. However, the sex has always been very good between us and sometimes downright phenomenal. From the first day I met her in college, I was completely taken by her beautiful smile (one that is absolutely captivating), long slender legs (that bow ever so slightly to sway her nicely shaped ass from side to side), and perfect breasts gently bouncing with each confident step (that would make any man grovel). I could tell by the way she walked she would be awesome in bed. On top of that she had a fun personality and intelligent conversation. I looked forward to spending more time with her. Not long after we met, she dropped her panties and showed me how much of a freak she could also be. I was completely blown away by her sexual prowess and lack of inhibition. Instantly I was a fiend for her raw sexual energy. With intense lust for each other we would canvas the campus for any place we could find so that I could bust out her soaking wet cunt. She handled my eight inch cock like a true slut, and I loved every minute of it. A couple of times she drenched my body and sheets with her warm, pouring cum as she fiercely rode and bucked on my thick shaft.

Years later I longed for those days of unabashed lovemaking as our lives became more complicated and stressful. Often I would even masturbate in bed right beside her as I peeked at the curves of her body under the sheets while I reminisced about the mind-blowing fucks we'd shared. What's crazy is that today we are even more in love and sexually attracted to each other than ever before. Allow me describe how we reached this pinnacle of incredible, mutual fulfillment.
Toward the end of last summer, at Jennifer's encouragement and to my surprise, we committed ourselves to having sex every single day for an entire month no matter what. I could barely contain myself. I mean, I've always known that she loves to work a good cock, but we haven't had a streak of pure fuck sessions on this level since our college days. Because I am not as young as I used to be, I hoped I could literally keep it up for the duration of this endeavor. Our goal was to carve out and make our intimate time a priority for us amidst a hectic schedule of work, children and school. We wanted to grow closer and to ignite our passions for each other.

In the beginning, the anticipation of making my moves at the right moment... was surprisingly difficult and awkward for me. I had become conditioned over the years to not expect sex unless she wanted it, or wear her down in hopes that she would finally give in. Of course there were times when she might wake me in the middle of the night and say Let's fuck.... Nevertheless, here was my incredibly sexy woman surrendering herself to me without reservation or any hesitation. At first, I forced the settings thinking that I had to set the mood for romanticism and spontaneity. In her sometimes brutally honest way, told me to just fuck her. And I did. After a week or so I got the hang of it and stopped trying so hard to entice her. Instead I directed my full attention to her and the moment. As we kissed, nibbled and caressed one another, we took the risk of vulnerability by sharing our deeply personal desires, locked away secrets, insecurities and fears which brought us closer together beyond our expectations. In a short period of time, we created a new paradigm of love for us. After only thirty days, our relationship was definitely on the rise and thankfully so was my dick.

The week following our thirty day adventure, I sought to show the love of my life how much I appreciated her essence. I wanted somehow to continue feeding Jennifer's heart and soul similarly to how we ravenously fed our sexuality for those thirty days. I made arrangements to have the kids spend some time with relatives over the weekend so that we could spend time digesting the joy of our adventure. On Friday she left work early to shop for some items to wear for our stay-cation.... Later we hooked up and checked into our downtown hotel - walking distance from every place that we would go during the weekend in the city. First we enjoyed a light meal and exotic drinks at an eclectic restaurant where we people watched and flirted with each other. Occasionally, I would notice how comfortable she felt about checking out and commenting on the men around us. It was a real turn on for me, not because I imagined her fucking them but because it made me feel like she trusted me enough to share her most innermost desires and feelings; she knew that I would always continue to love her without jealousy, insecurity or any other social constraints.

I greatly welcomed her newfound freedom and openness with me. What's weird is that when I let my mind stray enough to imagine her enjoying another man's dick, I was actually aroused enough to get a hard-on. This imagery evaporated as Jennifer began to pick out women and comment on their clothes or other idiosyncrasies. As I began to ogle the women with her, she appeared very much at ease as I made comments about their sexy outfits and how I would like to see her in them. Out of the blue, which is very much her nature, she asked me Would you fuck her..., referring to this gorgeous woman who had caught my glances from several tables away. A little off guard I said only if you would help me.... Her response was Right, like that's ever going to happen....

I began to caress her thigh under the table with one hand while I rested my arm on the back of her chair. As I leaned to kiss her, she met my lips with a deep wet kiss. My dick was stiffening again as I felt the eyes of others checking us out while we continued to kiss for what seemed like a minute. It felt a little dirty, like we were exhibitionists. I started to imagine that the electricity between us would become contagious that others around us would start doing the same, creating an atmosphere of an all-out orgy. Just as my mind was racing and my dick was throbbing, a server dropped a glass and brought me back to reality. After dessert and another drink we walked back to the hotel and fucked as if we hadn't fucked in thirty days. It hadn't dawned on us until the next morning that the curtains were left open by the cleaning crew. People in the adjacent building likely had enjoyed our XXX feature.

Saturday morning came early as I awoke with her fingers resting on my love muscle. Although Jennifer was asleep, I longed for her to jack my cock and take my cum in her mouth. I placed my hand atop hers and began to slowly rub my semi-erect member. The movement roused her from sleep but she didn't move her hand away. Instead she began to cuddle and stroke my balls with her fingertips while I jacked my cock slowly. After a short while, she lifted her head from the pillow and began to lick in a circular motion around the head of my now fully-erect cock. She parted her lips and slowly began to swallow the swollen head of my cock. I moved my hand to the back of her head and began to gently thrust my shaft deeper into her mouth. Minutes later she lifted her head away and guided my free hand to her glistening pussy. She instructed me to give her some finger. As I slide in my finger she tilted back her head onto the pillow and exhaled deeply. I began to stroke her g-spot and watched as she started rotating her ass and opening and closing her legs in rhythm with my hand. Give me another finger... she ordered in a sultry voice between heavy breaths and heaving breasts. She arched her back and ground her clit on my hand while my fingers methodically worked inside of her. Suddenly she whispered in my ear, Let's save some for later. We've got all day....

The thirty day experience gave me the confidence to recognize that the pussy was mine whether I got it now or later and there would be a later. In the meantime, it wasn't going anywhere. No longer was I a desperate, horny toad who had to have it whenever my dick got hard in fear of not knowing when I could get some pussy again. I had learned to enjoy the promise of pleasure to come. My sexual confidence was boosted which enhanced my sex appeal as well.

Saturday's weather was perfect. We spent most of the day checking out art galleries, quirky little shops and eateries as we ventured throughout town by foot and by rickshaw. After a light lunch we decided to jog through some of the old neighborhoods just northeast of downtown. The run was a exhilarating. It also worked well in my plans for the evening because I had previously lined up a full body massage as a surprise for Jennifer back at the hotel. Later, we would have dinner and rendezvous at a late night jazz spot in one of the small restaurants nearby. As she jumped into the shower, I called the masseuse to confirm the appointment. He mentioned that he would be at the hotel in 45 minutes and come directly to the room.

As Jennifer stepped out of the shower, she asked me to pour her a glass of wine. As I filled a glass for me, I told her about the surprise. At first she was a little annoyed and said that I should have asked her first. I apologized and told her that it was already paid for, whether or not she wanted it. She sipped her wine and said I don't know what to do with you.... After showering, I noticed that she was sitting on the bed still wrapped in her towel and sipping a second glass of wine. A few minutes passed before either of us spoke again. Just as I was about to step out of the room to place a call to cancel, she started asking questions about the massage. Who's supposed to be coming, and what time are they supposed to get here?... I told her the name of the company and that Deondre was the name of the masseuse who would come to our room at 7pm. Deondre huh?... So I guess this is one of those deals with a happy ending?... Her rhetorical question made me smile even though the money spent would be no laughing matter, and my surprise ruined. Wait a minute, what time did you say?... 7pm... I answered. Oh shit,... she said it's 6:52 now.... Somehow we both had lost track of the time. At that moment there was a knock at the door. I looked at Jennifer. She solemnly looked at me and said, Okay, I'll have the massage. And thank you....

As I opened the door to greet the masseuse, Jennifer quickly stepped back into the bathroom. She felt a little self-conscious sitting in the room in nothing but a towel. Deondre apologized for being a little early, but he wasn't familiar with the layout of the hotel and allotted himself some extra time. I told him it was cool. Quietly, I explained to him that my wife might be a little nervous since I sprung this as a surprise for her at the last minute. He said he understood and said that it happens all the time. He assured me that he was professional and keenly aware of overt and subconscious signals from his clients. With that he went about his business of setting up. He unfolded and positioned his table, opened a bag filled with oils and other stuff, and set an Ipod player on top of the desk. He asked me if it was ok for him to burn some fragrant oils. I told him to do what he does. I offered him the rest of the wine in the bottle if he would be okay drinking it from a cup. He politely declined and said that he doesn't drink on the clock. He also told me that I didn't have to be so formal and that I should just call him D.

Jennifer called out to me from the bathroom. I walked over. Through a crack in the door, she asked me to bring her some panties and not the thongs you packed!... A minute later she came out and spoke to D and made a sarcastic comment about him giving me the massage instead. He laughed softly and said that he was a professional and would do whatever we wanted. She then replied, Where do you want me?... He instructed her to lie on her stomach and open the front of the towel once she was comfortable on the table. She obliged. He turned on the Ipod, calming the mood with very soothing organic music. The aroma from the oils began to fill the room. Jennifer let the sides of her towel fall along the sides of the table. D began to explain the philosophy of his practice regarding breathing, blood flow and complete sensation of the senses. He mentioned that wearing a blindfold would greatly enhance her experience. He said that it would be okay if she elected not to wear it. Jennifer said it was fine, and that she couldn't see anything from her position on the table anyway. With that he began to lightly massage her temples and carefully slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

D poured a little oil into the palm of his hand and briskly rubbed them together as if he planned to start a fire. As he rubbed her shoulders and spine beneath the towel, he asked her How does that feel?... She moaned Hmm great.... Meticulously he worked his way down the back of her thighs to her calves and feet. He continued to skillfully relax her body that now glistened with oil. As he explained his next move he folded the towel to the top of her panties and at the curve of her beautiful hips. Jennifer said Thanks, it's getting really hot in here and that towel isn't helping.... D then told her that I'm not bashful if you aren't. Most of my clients have this done in the nude.... She then quipped, I'm not most of your clients.... Again he softly laughed and smiled. Suddenly, she reached back and pulled off her towel, now lying on the table in only her panties. I could tell that she was really relaxed and enjoying this treatment by her soft grunts and sighs.

I walked over to get a better view of his technique, thinking that I might be able to learn some things. He began to explain to me what he was doing. I asked if I could try. I did exactly the same thing on the other side and asked Jennifer if she liked it. Since she knew it was me, she wouldn't concede that it felt good. D continued to massage her down her left side. I motioned for him to let me continue and he stepped aside as I mimicked his technique. She didn't seem to notice. Standing beside me, he asked her How does that feel.... She said Really good.... I felt vindicated. I then announced that it was me giving the massage to her surprise.

I turned the process back over to D as he really began to delve deeply into the tissues. I could see the oil begin the soak the waistband and rim of her panties as he massaged her upper hips, and as he worked his fingers further along her inner thighs. He then instructed her that she would need to roll over onto her stomach, and that he would first hand her the towel. Without hesitating she immediately turned over and said I don't need it.... I was a little surprised that she didn't mind lying blindfolded and virtually naked on a table with a stranger giving her a sensual massage. She looked so vulnerable and yet so comfortable at the same time. My dick got rock hard just watching her skin move under the fingers of this guy. D then asked if he could remove his shirt because he was beginning to break a sweat. Jennifer said That's fine with me. You get to see me half-naked, so I should get to see you half-naked too.... With that she lifted one side of her blindfold to check him out. I hadn't noticed how built he was. Not only did he have a rock hard six pack, he looked like an extremely honed professional athlete. Jennifer checked him out for a quite a while without saying a word before putting her blindfold back into place.

D picked up where he left off, eliciting sounds of approval and pleasure from my woman.
Once again I walked closely to the table to watch him perform his magic. Without giving it much thought, I took a bottle of oil and began to work her feet while he continued his process. Eventually, D and I were both working in sync as I began to grasp his technique. I copied the movement and direction of his hands as he worked his way around and on her breasts. I kept waiting for her to object she didn't. We each began to give deep tissue action on her lean, shapely thighs. I couldn't help but notice that as he moved his hands closer to her pubic area, he would gently brush her mound. I began to alternate my movements with him. Ever so slightly, I noticed as Jennifer slowly spread open her legs. D recognized that she was responding to him. He began to graze her clit with each pass of his hand now. I watched as she lifted her hand to run her fingers across his ripped abdomen, gently stroking the creases of his muscles with her fingertips. At this point he started working around her pussy with a surgeon's precision teasing it, touching it and ignoring it in a way that was driving her crazy. As long as she wanted him to keep going, I wasn't going to interfere; after all, it was my gift that led to this. As I leaned over and began to suck on her nipples, I watched her slide her hand down the front of his pants. I could see the movement of her hand as she felt all over his unfamiliar dick. I felt her left hand bump my thigh as she began to search for my cock as well. I'm not sure if she didn't want me to feel left out or if she wanted to jack both of our cocks at the same time. Either way, I was so aroused by her that she could do whatever she wanted.

Still with his cock in her hand, D eased around toward the head of the table. I had no idea what would follow. As he changed position, she did not release his cock from her hand. Instead she turned her head sideways, released it from his pants and guided it into to her mouth. I watched her lips spread as she gave him head and listened to the slurping of her moist mouth sucking his dick. I couldn't believe how much I wanted her to enjoy this. I lifted my head from her breasts and eased off her panties which were now soaked with oil and pussy. She lifted her hips enough for me to take them off. I went around to the foot of the table, leaned over and buried my face in her saturated cunt. Immediately I heard her moan with a mouthful of dick. I licked and sucked all over her pussy and watched her as she sucked the hell out of his dick while he continued to stroke her breasts and nipples. After a while, Jennifer slowly let the dick drop from her mouth and said We better get on the bed before we break this table.... She pulled off her blindfold and sat on the edge of the bed. She made us stand at her sides so that she could alternate blow jobs. Next she laid back and said I'm ready to fuck now....

Apparently, D was no stranger to these situations. Out of nowhere he pulled a condom and was rolling it over the head when Jennifer said, Let me do it.... With both hands she unrolled the rubber down his shaft. She turned to me and said Come up here,... and fell back on the bed and lifted her legs. I knelt beside her face and inserted my cock into her waiting mouth. I looked over at D who had just penetrated my wife's pussy. I kept thinking to myself, is this real? The three of us fucked like this until Jennifer said the she wanted it from behind. D pulled out and she rolled over onto her hands and knees to take his cock doggy style while she sucked me off. He fucked the shit out of her pussy and she fucked the shit out of his dick. The sight was so erotic I busted my nut in her mouth for the first time. She continued talking dirty as hell with my cum dripping from the corner of her mount. It was so naughty that my cock remained hard as steel.

They kept fucking for a few more minutes until they changed positions. She kept on talking dirty to the both of us. He took a position sitting on the bed with his legs wide open. She backed up and sat on his rigid log. Once she got it in good, with her hands on her knees she started dropping that ass like a filthy rap music video. She started to get loud and he covered her mouth with his hand. All of a sudden she went into overdrive and rocked and rotated her ass with so much power I thought she would break his dick. With one hand she reached down and started stroking her clit and his balls while she worked D's big dick. Soon she was squeezing and releasing her legs together as she exploded in orgasm. Exhausted, Jennifer slumped over on the bed and said That was good, but I'm done....

D methodically cleaned up in the sink and packed up his tools of the trade. He thanked us for a wonderful and evening and handed us his business card. He said that he had not anticipated staying beyond the massage, and that his wife would be upset if he didn't make it in time for dinner. Jennifer asked, What would she think about what happened tonight?... He said We run this business as a team. There are times when we both service our clients together if that's what they want. We don't judge one another and we certainly don't judge others. We feel that sexuality is as normal and as important as breathing. Technically, what happened tonight is not a part of my business. Let's just say that whatever happens in the hotel stays in the hotel. Good night and call me if you ever need me again....

Once the door closed behind him, we looked at each other in amazement and giggled like we were teenagers. Jennifer looked at me and asked Anymore surprises.... I said No, but you sure surprised me.... Well what's good for the goose is good for the gander... she retorted. Well I didn't set this up for him to fuck you, but I can't say that I'm unhappy that he did.... Looking at me from the corner of her eye, You've got to find your own pussy... Jennifer added as if she expected that I would ask the favor in return. Whatever.... I could tell that it would be a while before we could think about anything else. Although we were tired, we both showered again and dressed to leave for a night of dinner and jazz.

The restaurant was newly renovated and very popular because of its food and atmosphere. It was a great place to go with a group of friends or throw a party. We had a couple of appetizers and iced tea because the night was young and we already had been drinking wine back at the hotel. We talked about how much we love each other; how liberating it is to be open and honest about our desires; and how important it is for us to never conceal anything or hurt each other. We talked about everything from evening breezes on the beach to political protests. I was so into her and the moment that I didn't hear the band start to play. Only when Jennifer took me by the hand and said Let's dance... did I hear the tunes swirling and soaring throughout the venue.

The band was awesome. We danced and played around song after song, sometimes with each other and sometimes not. We just did what felt good and not forced. We talked to others who also seemed to be lifted by the music. The band took an intermission and we decided to get some air and take a late night stroll before heading back to the hotel. We stopped for a glass of wine at a brand new spot a few blocks away. The place was very busy but not really crowded so we decided to order from the bar and wait for a table. While waiting, another couple asked us if we would like to have their table since they were leaving in a few minutes. We thanked them and introduced ourselves. The gentleman of the couple said that we should sit with them a while before they left. We obliged.

The conversation was lively from the start as they were genuinely good people. Since we were about the same ages we shared a lot in common and had a lot of stories to share. Instead of leaving as they originally planned, we asked them hang out for a while. Several drinks and hors d'oeuvres later we were still chatting it up. Eventually we decided to turn in. We exchanged numbers and said our goodbyes. On the way to the hotel Jennifer turned to me and asked if I wanted her to return the favor, referring to our escapade with D. I told her that it wasn't like that. We don't need to keep score. Our only obligation is to one another. Under her breath I heard her remark You say that now.... I really mean what I say. I love you and I enjoy everything about you being pleasured. In a really weird way, it brings me great pleasure....

Jennifer confided in me later, that as we talked to our new friends at the table, she fantisized how it would be to watch me fuck the wife of our new acquaintances. She said she wondered if I was thinking about it and whether I would bring it up. As much as I enjoyed the conversation, I was just not sexually attracted to her. Nevertheless, she said that it made her horny and wet as she conjured up the images in her mind. Jokingly I responded You could pretend to be her once we get upstairs to our room.... Whatever. Who said that we had to do it in the room?... she said. To be continued

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