His Place

I was supposed to be a couple's massage, a gift to your wife, but the spa was short-staffed leaving only one male masseuse. "You...you go ahead," you told your wife, "this was for you anyway."

"We can always reschedule," she suggested.

Eric, the masseuse, said that was no problem but that since you were already there, your wife could get a massage that day and when you rescheuled. "We'll set up a chair next to her," he said, "sometimes a couple's massage is relaxing when one partner gets the massage and the other is just their holding her hand."

It started well, and to be honest, it was relaxing, almost erotic. My wife was naked, but carefully covered with a towel covering her rear. I watched as the masseuse worked on her shoulders and back, his strong, muscular arms pushing into her oiled skin.

"He's good," my wife, Ashley, said, looking at me. "Thank you." I smiled. "It's not weird?"

"What?"

"Watching a man run his hands over me?"

I squeezed her hand. "A little," I said, "but I like your smile and, well..."

"Well?"

I shrugged. "It's kind of erotic, like watching a video. Like I shouldn't enjoy it."

Eric nodded. "It's normal," he said, "more guys that you'd think enjoy it."

Ashley looked me, then back at Eric. "Seriously?"

Eric didn't answer; Ashley looked back at me, eyes glassy. After a few minutes, he looked at me, finally spoke. "Guys are visual," he said, "it can be erotic seeing your wife relax like this. You don't have to focus on what you're doing, whether she likes it, whether you're good at it; I take care of all that, you just focus her reaction. There's no pressure to perform when someone else is taking care of her."

I don't know what his words did to me other than it was like everything I ever felt in the bedroom flooded into my brain. Was I good enough? Did I please her? Did I do it right? Did I last long enough? Could I make her feel good?

After her back, he moved to her legs, again careful with his movements, just letting my wife relax. He oiled them, started with a foot massage, then her calves, working up and down as she breathed, even moaned. He then covered her feet and calves with a towel, oiled his hands again, oiled her left thigh.

"I'm going to adjust the towel to work on her glutes," he said, moving the towel that covered her ass so her left cheek and part of her right was exposed.

He worked on the outside, sliding his hands from her thigh up the side of her ass. "Good?" he asked.

"Great," Ashley said with a heavy sigh.

Eric looked at me. "The whole leg is connected through here," he said, kneading the side of her ass.

I was looking at Ashley when she gasped, part surprise, part pleasure. I looked up at Eric's hands and they were sliding one over the other from the back of her thigh up the curve of her ass, innocent enough.

"Ash," I laughed nervously, "you okay?"

"Y...yea," she said, a small shudder going through her body, a small moan escaping her lips.

I looked at his hands again sliding down her leg, one on each side of her thigh, the inner and outer. "Hon," she squeezed my hand.

I looked away again, from his hand to her. "Ash?"

"Oh god," she moaned, her teeth chattering.

My eyes darted back, again his hand were moving down her leg. I kept them there, resisting the urge to look at her face, instead forcing myself to focus on his movements as he slid his well-oiled hands up her thigh towards her ass. I waited for his hands to move to the sides like that had before, but then I saw why she moaned. Instead of moving out, his hand move in one, then the other running between her legs, over her pussy. I saw her raise her ass up slightly, push back.

"Oh god," she moaned again as his fingers toyed with her.

"Like I said," he said softly, "you don't have to worry whether you're doing it right, just enjoy her reaction. Don't worry that you're too small or too fast, just enjoy the pleasure a man that knows what he's doing can bring her."

He moved his hands, guided Ashley onto her back. He poured oil onto her again, moved one hand to her pussy the other to her breasts. I saw Ashley's hand reach out for mine, find it, squeeze as she started shaking from his oiled hand running over her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned loudly.

While he fingered her, while she squeezed my hand, her other reached for him, found the obvious erection in his pants and began playing with it. He reached down, opened his pants, and I watched as she took out his hard, thick cock, a cock that looked like it was twice the size of mine. "Oh, god," she said, seeing it.

Eric looked at me, at my hand holding her other hand, nodded. "You don't have to worry about being too small or too fast," he said, "you don't have to worry that you can't please her, not when a man can take care of that for you."

He moved towards her head so his cock was pointed at her face, moved it towards her mouth.

"She...she doesn't..." I started to say, doesn't like to do that, but I stopped when she opened her mouth and took his hard cock between her lips, and started sucking him like sucking cock was the one thing she was put on Earth to do.

She turned on her side so she could stroke him and suck him; as she did her oiled foot moved towards my face, not intentional, it was just there. I didn't mean to, I didn't want to, but while watching her suck his cock, I leaned forward, kissed her toes, then took one, two, three into my mouth and sucked them like she sucked him.

He pulled back, pushed her down, spread her legs, climbed on the table, and without slowing down, without asking, moved his cock to her pussy and pushed himself inside her, fucking her hard and rhythmically, deep in and out, over and over as she shook in pleasure.

I'd never seen someone fuck so hard or get fucked so hard. I'd never heard Ashley moan like that, react like that, orgasm like that. It was continuous until he thrust harder, tensed, exploded, holding his cock deep in her.

When he was done, he chuckled. "That's how it's done," he said, pulling back, pulling out, leaving globs of thick white cum on her.

I was so horny, so hot, so hard. I stared at the cum, transfixed. "Please," she said, her eyes on mine.

"Ashley..."

"Please," she said, "I want you...involved...please."

Eric was pulling up his pants, nodded at me. "It seems humiliating," he said, "but most husbands do."

"Do?" I stammered.

"Lick her clean," he said.

"But it...its..."

"Your place," he said, "your rightful place."