Me and my husband booked a couple’s massage. We just wanted to relax, nothing wild, but I can’t lie, we’re both kinky in our own way. So the idea of lying naked under thin towels while strangers touched us already had me a little wet.
The room was dim, soft music playing. We both lay on our stomachs, side by side. Two masseurs came in, one for me and one for him. Mine was a tall man with strong hands. His was a cute Asian girl with nice tits. The first touch of his palms on my back made me shiver. He worked slow, pushing deep into my muscles, and every press sent heat between my legs.
At first, it was normal. But then his hands started to drift lower. He rubbed my thighs, spreading them a little, and his fingers brushed close to my pussy. I felt my breath hitch. I glanced at my husband. He was watching me, his face tight, his eyes locked on the way the man’s hands moved.
The towel slipped a little when he pushed higher. Now his knuckles grazed the lips of my pussy, and I swear my hips lifted on their own. My husband’s chest rose and fell fast. He didn’t say a word. That silence made it even hotter. My husband got done with his massage first because he only wanted to have the basic massage. His masseuse went out while mine stayed because I asked for an extra.
The masseur leaned down and whispered, “Do you want me to stop?” I shook my head. He smiled and slid one thick finger inside me. I gasped, grabbing the sheets, my body betraying me. My husband groaned low in his throat, but he didn’t stop watching.
Soon I was on my back, towel tossed aside. The masseur pushed two fingers inside me while my husband’s eyes burned into me. I reached for his hand, guiding it to his cock, making him jerk his self off while another man worked my body.
When the masseur pulled a condom from his pocket, I didn’t hesitate. I spread my legs wide. “Fuck me,” I whispered, loud enough for both of them. He put his dick inside me, thick and slow, stretching me while my husband stroked himself hard.
I moaned loud, my nails digging into the bed, while the stranger pounded me deep. I kept my eyes on my husband, loving the way his dick twitched in his hand as he watched me take every inch. “Oh fuck, yes,” I cried, wrapping my legs tight around the masseur.
I came first, shaking under him, my pussy squeezing his dick. My husband groaned and stroked faster, his face red, sweat dripping. The masseur kept fucking me hard, and I knew we weren’t close to being done.
And that’s how I ended up spread open on a massage table, my husband jerking off inches away, watching me get used like a slut.
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