L. Kay on Vacation by Pete R Bishop
Fiction, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Masturbation, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, Romance, Wife
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Happily married Leslie and her husband Cal decide to go on a second honeymoon. Part of their many happy years together is from a healthy and lively sex life. Role playing is a favorite scenario in their adventures. One thing they've always wanted to try is for L. Kay to receive anerotic massage while Cal looks on.
Cal and Leslie Kay Smythe are truly a happily married couple. Both work, Cal in financial and L. Kay in education. Their two young children take up the rest of their together time. The older has taken up soccer, the younger is in gymnastics. There's always something going on. Don't get me wrong. They love their children; they are the loves of their life. But they put many restraints on Mom and Dad's love life. After school activities keeps Mom busy until after supper and the children are in bed. Dad is….Dad. He works long hours and is on the road traveling to different clients 4 out of five days a week. One day on the weekends, the family manages to do something together. On the other day, Cal and Leslie like to role play and enjoy some fun times together.
Both Cal and Leslie are the ideal neighbors in a small town; very quiet and conservative in their outward appearance. They have the usual cookouts, birthday parties and holiday gatherings with the neighbors and their kids. And yes they still manage to steal a quickie or two during the week. Weekends, however, are a different story; after the kids go to bed, Mom and Dad come out to play. No one suspected the sexual trysts of fantasy role play that waged behind closed doors. The Smythes have totally enjoyed their first eight years of married bliss. This year for their anniversary the kids were staying at Gramma's and the Smythes were going to the Keys for a two week romantic get-away.
Beside the usual drinking, dining, and dancing, L and C were always fantasizing about different romantic scenarios. One in particular that both agreed to try during their anniversary honeymoon was for Cal to watch his sexy wife receive an erotic massage from a professional massage specialist. The thought alone of seeing his wife squirming and squealing in pleasure from a sexual massage by a strange man was a real turn on fantasy of his. Laura also liked the idea of getting her man hot and horny. Their second honeymoon would be one to remember. One difference with this fantasy from all previous ones is that there is a third member involved.
There were other difficulties in executing this fantasy. Laura never had a regular massage let alone an erotic massage. She had no clue of what to expect; although the thought of it did get her a bit more interested than just a passing notion. The more she thought about it, the less likely it was to happen. The thought of taking her clothes off in front of another man, was a difficult decision to make. It had been many years since she had done that. Since her marriage and having children running around her all day, a moderate level of modesty and shyness had taken over. Bottom line, she doubted this fantasy would come to fruition. She had lost her ability to let herself go as she did when she was younger. Not that she was old, but certain values seem to change as you age.
I've written a few stories about my experiences but this story will be different. I will let Leslie tell you some of her most memorable moments about her second honeymoon in the Florida Keys. You may ask yourself some of the same questions of what would be going through your mind before your first massage. What would be going through your mind when you knew ahead of time that you were going to get a sexual massage? These questions, I'm sure, would have entered any one's mind. Try to imagine yourself in Leslie's position. What would you be thinking? What sensations would she be feeling lying down for her first massage? Would she be able to go through with her fantasy? Imagine yourself in her fantasy and how Pierre could be working on you at the same time.
Once a year I would go to meetings around the country. They usually ran for 2 or 3 days. I was figuring on an extended stay after the convention and take in some of the sights, not to mention a bit of fishing; maybe even try some scuba diving. These meetings would usually invite all types of homeopathic, natural healing, and holistic modalities to learn about new innovations in their own field as well as others healing methods. You would receive credits which are needed for recertification in some states. Usually there were lecturers and guest speakers to talking on various subjects. There was also new equipment displayed for sale in various booths.
There were plenty of trades among the members and guests; each showing off their styles and treatments. I would usually set up my table at the convention hall and offer free massages to anyone; attendees or visitors, anyone willing to take a few minutes just to see what a professional massage felt like or to answer any questions they may have concerning massage.
This year's convention I opted for was at the Hyatt-Regency in Coral Gables, Florida. I wished I could have afforded to stay there, but I decide to stay at a less expensive place than the convention center. The Knights Inn in Florida City was a half hour to the south and closer to the keys. It was a very comfortable place (actually it was just a basic trucker's stop) with a decent outdoor pool which was all I needed at the end of the day. Several other massage therapists decided to stay there also. At least we didn't feel stranded.
Gary and his wife Louise, and Jennifer; the four of us became friends for the week and beyond. We explained to the office manager that we were here for the convention up at the Hyatt and asked her if we could set up our tables by the pool and offer free massages to the guests staying here. She thought about it for a minute and said, "Sure. Just keep every thing decent. This is a family oriented motel. After I get off, I could sure use a massage. Maybe I'll drop by." "Please do," we all answered in unison.
Leslie and Cal had just left Miami in a rental and were heading out for their second honeymoon. It's been eight years and they were returning to the Keys where it all started. They immediately noticed signs directing the public to visit the holistic convention in Coral Gables. "L. Kay, this could be just what we're looking for. Maybe we should check
it out?" said Cal. "I'm still not sure I'm up to it yet, Cal." "We're right near it and maybe it will give us a few ideas. You can actually watch someone getting a massage to see what it's all about. You may even want to give it a shot."
I was not that thrilled about a massage yet and I told Cal that he was right about maybe
watching would help to change my mind. We drove to the Hyatt-Regency and toured the massage convention. There must have been several hundred people there. Before visiting the convention, Cal and I decided to visit the lounge for a cool drink to kick off our honeymoon. Even after one drink, I felt nervous walking amongst all the massage tables with the masseuses and masseurs doing their thing with many of the visitors. I said to myself, I don't think I can do this.
Cal coaxed me onward. We had toured most of the convention before Cal finally said, "I wonder what that guy is doing over there." as he pointed to a guy demonstrating his massage technique. There were people two and three deep surrounding his booth. We decided to take a closer look. As I neared the crowd, I saw something familiar from my pre married past. This massage therapist looked a lot like an old flame, Tommy Z. He was almost 6' tall, sandy colored hair, not overly muscular but a nice body. As we neared the crowd, I couldn't help notice his alluring smile and bright green bedroom eyes. This was Tommy Z.s look-alike. It's been several years since we parted, but seeing this massage therapist, Pierre Levesque was his name, brought fond memories of Tommy and me. As he finished up on a patron, the crowd thinned and only Cal and I were left.
I didn't tell Cal this guy looks hot and familiar, but after a few more coaxing words and a smiling suggestion from Pierre to give it a try, I succumbed to their words. I kicked off my sandals and hopped up on the table; fully clothed of course. Shorts and halter top stayed on. I lay on my back and looked over at Cal, and laughing, said, "Try to control yourself." He had that look on his face that said, "I hope you go all the way with this."
I closed my eyes as Pierre wrapped his strong hands around my feet. I didn't realize they were so tired and sore from traipsing along the convention hall. He squeezed and stretched my aching bones. It felt so good. I must have dozed off. I was startled when I felt his hands leaving mine and sliding up my arms to my shoulders. I opened my eyes and caught myself looking right at his crotch. I couldn't help it. It was six inches from my face. I also couldn't help noticing a slight bulge and outline of a very thick piece of meat. I closed my eyes again and for some strange reason I began thinking of Tommy Z. I could feel myself getting wet.
I turned over and Pierre asked if he could loosen my top. Right now I was relaxed but still hesitant. I looked at Cal and he was nodding that he didn't mind if I undid my top.
I put my arms down beside me, gripping the sides of the table and pressing my halter top against the side of my breasts. After all this was a public place and Cal was right here next to me. What could possibly go wrong!
Pierre slid his hands down each side of my spine. It felt so nice I think I might have leaked a little. As Pierre continued working on my back from the side of the table I started dozing again. I felt him knead every little tight muscle. Some muscles I didn't even know existed. I was in a twilight sleep half dreaming about Tommy and half awake. I felt something nudging my hand. I kept my eyes closed thinking it's probably Pierre's leg. Right then I regained some of my senses after napping; I thought Pierre's leg is awfully hard. Then I knew; it wasn't his leg. Pierre was pressing his thick hard cock against the back of my hand as he slid back and forth along the edge of the table. I should have said something right then, but I didn't. I didn't move or say peep. Feeling that hard piece of flesh on the back of my hand aroused me. I wet myself more. I was thinking, "I hope Pierre doesn't notice." Pierre finished up and I felt so relaxed and a little horny. Cal is in for a treat as soon as we get to our motel tonight.
I thanked Pierre and said I might want to go for a full massage some time. Just then, Cal spoke up, "How long you going to be here, Pierre?" "Just one more day, then off for some RR. Probably do some fishing, diving, and whatever. My friends, Gary, Louise, Jennifer, and I are staying at a place just south of here. How about you folks; you staying here?" I said, "No. We booked a room at the Knights Inn before heading into the Keys for our second honeymoon. This place is nice, but too expensive; it's even worse in the Keys." "What a coincidence. That's where I'm staying. Maybe I'll see you there."
I was feeling that familiar stir in my tummy. Cal needed to fuck me real soon. The thought of Pierre/Tommy staying at the same motel was exciting me. My pussy was tingling for pleasure. It was late in the afternoon and Cal decided we go for dinner. I didn't tell him I was horny and would rather have his cock. I also didn't tell Cal until later that night that I just might be able to do the massage for him and that I would like Pierre to do it, if he is into that sort of thing. "Let's talk to him about it. Maybe you can start by getting a full body massage tomorrow and possibly mention it to him. Once you think you can get past the full body massage, it might not be that hard to go further."
I was getting wet again. I fucked Cal into oblivion. He must have been more excited than I was about Pierre and me; he came too quickly. I was hornier than before.
Cal turned over and went to sleep. I was lying awake thinking of Pierre. I don't know why I felt so relaxed with him this afternoon. I thought of his cock pressing into my hand. It was twice as thick as Cal's. My hands started tracing little circles around my bare nipples as I thought of Pierre. They stiffened under my touch, thinking Pierre was doing it. I traced a path lightly down my tummy to my still wet slit and touched my little nub and began rubbing. I swelled up quickly. Cal was already snoring as I rubbed faster and began shuddering. My body stiffened as I climaxed within minutes. Oh! That was what the doctor ordered! Cal was still snoring; at least I didn't wake him. He never knew I masturbated; never mind doing it right after he fucked me. It would probably shatter his male ego forever if he found out.
We got up early the next morning in hopes of meting with Pierre before he left for the convention hall. We were in luck. They say timing is everything. Pierre was just sitting down at a table with a cup of coffee and we asked if we might join him. Cal and I began discussing, what else, massage. Cal asked Pierre if he might have some time to give his gorgeous wife a full body massage. After yesterday's sample, she wants to go all the way.
Pierre said, "I'm only working the convention this morning and closing up shop. I'll be back here by 12:30-12:45. Would you like a massage then? I can set up my table at my room or yours. Either one will work for me."
Cal looked at me and said, "Les, I was going deep sea fishing today and you said you were just going to hang around or go shopping; so that would be fine with me." I hesitated at first and then said today would be fine with me too. Pierre said he would ring my room when he got back if he didn't see me at poolside.
It was a hot and humid morning as I lay by the pool thinking of this afternoon. Time to jump in and cool off before someone walks by and notices my wet crotch. I toweled off and trod into the nearby lounge for a light lunch and a frozen strawberry daiquiri. That hit the spot, especially the drink. I had another. Pierre was late getting back. I returned to my room and took a nice refreshing shower before Pierre returned. I put on a pair of yellow shorts and a matching top. No bra; it was too hot by now. I strolled over to the lounge for another cool drink and waited on the outdoor patio. A few minutes later I saw Pierre pull in. He saw me also.
He came over and said he was ready whenever. I told him he could set up in my room. The door is unlocked and I am ready now. I finished my drink and lightheaded walked over to my room. He had his table set up in minutes as I pondered my full body massage. My vision was a bit foggy from the drinks and thoughts of Tommy Z. had returned. Pierre was still a stranger and it was hard for me to just rip off my clothes and lay naked in front of him. He said just take off what you felt comfortable with. I felt comfortable with all my clothes on, but if I am going to get an erotic massage, I better get used to taking every thing off. Pete went into the bathroom to wash.
I opted for plan B. I was bare ass naked under the sheet when Pierre returned. I was lying on my tummy with the sheet pulled up to my neck. I felt I was shaking even though the room was quite warm. Pete noticed as he approached me and placed both his warm hands on my back and began massaging me through the sheet. I warmed fast and stopped shaking within seconds. As my nerves calmed down, Pierre unfolded the sheet from my bare back and began by pouring warm oil on his hands. The first stroke down each side of my spine reminded me of yesterday. It felt so nice and soothing. He slid his hands from my shoulders to my tail bone and with each return stroke he drew them up my sides over my ribs and repeated this for several minutes. Pierre then started working on my neck and all the little muscles between my shoulders and spine. It felt so relaxing; I almost didn't care what he did next. Pierre was that good. He the moved to my lower back and again, kneaded every little muscle between my hips and my coccyx. He kneaded and rubbed in little circles. I could feel him pushing down and rocking me. It felt so nice I almost dozed off.
If it wasn't for a slight tingling from my clit rubbing the table, I might have fallen asleep. I couldn't believe it, this massage felt great. What was I ever afraid of all these years? Just as I was getting used to Pierre's hands on lower back, he said, "Leslie, would you mind if I also massaged your butt. I noticed you've removed all your clothes, and I usually massage anything that is not covered. Being the first time with you, I only felt it polite to ask." I didn't know what I was thinking but said, yes please do. Then I quickly rationalized it must be the drinks. I would never let a strange person touch my ass, never mind rub and squeeze it.
I could feel Pierre standing beside. What was he doing? Then I felt Pierre applying some more warm fragrant oil all over my butt. He rub and kneaded some more. He pushed deep into my cheeks as he continued to rock me. Pushing, kneading and rocking. What a combination. I began thinking how Tommy Z. came over my apartment one night. I had just gotten out of the shower. I had nothing on but a robe. I opened the door to let him in. In one fluid motion, he undid his jeans and picked me up by my butt. I had my hands around his neck and he had his hands squeezing and spreading my cheeks as his tool entered my hot cunt. We fucked standing up right there in the kitchen. Tommy and I had many spur of the moment sexual adventures. Pierre stopped working on my ass and went to my feet. I think I had a wet dream.
Pierre was a perfect gentleman. After he did my feet and started doing the backs of my calves and thighs, I had another brazen outpouring of words with him. I was thinking about what Cal and I were discussing last night; that I should ask Pierre if he would entertain the idea of an erotic massage. I'm blaming the booze again because I don't think I would have gotten the nerve to ask for anything like that. I convinced myself it was for Cal's and my fantasy pleasures. God his hands felt so warm and smooth gliding up the backs of my legs. I wasn't sure, but I think I tried to spread my legs. The sheet covering me prevented it.
I turned on my back and Pierre began massaging my left hand, wrist, forearm, upper arm to my shoulder and neck. By the time he came around the table to do my right, I began telling him about Cal and I. Pierre; have you ever given any one an erotic massage? He blushed; I was already red. "Truthfully, Leslie, I have on several occasions, but never with an audience. Would you be willing to receive a sexual massage?" I was feeling like I was floating on air already. I thought for a few seconds and knew I was going to go through with this for Cal. Maybe I should get a preview first. I'm not at all familiar with a regular massage never mind an erotic one.
Pierre finished with my shoulders and neck and proceeded to my feet. He uncovered my left leg and worked on my foot, shin, knee, and thigh. That's when I felt my legs part. Pete didn't do it, I did. I wanted him to go higher. He didn't. By the time he got to my right thigh, I could feel myself getting aroused. I started thinking about my sample massage yesterday. I remembered how he had gotten a hard on and I had felt him as he stood next to my hands gripping the side of the table. Should I ask him now? He's almost done. I opened my big mouth once more and said, "Pierre, could you give me a sample of what an erotic massage is all about" Shit, me and my big mouth. I never should have had that third drink.
Without missing a stroke, Pierre said, "I'd be honored to treat your beautiful body with my best sample of a sexual massage. I'm just about done with your full body massage. One major difference with the erotic massage; you will have to relinquish the sheet. Your body will be in full display for maximum effect." I thought I was totally relaxed until he said that. I could feel some tension building. In the same thought, I said to myself, I asked for it and he's already seen most of me. What the heck, it certainly can't hurt. I'm going to get my first erotic massage.
I turned over on my tummy once more and Pierre began with my back but quickly moved to my butt. I could feel his warmed oiled hands on my cool cheeks. It was almost like before but I thought I felt something warm oozing between my cheeks to my slit. He rocked me from side to side but this time it felt strangely more stimulating on my clit. Everything was slippery and sensitive. He moved to my feet and legs. This time I didn't move. Pierre did al the work. As he lifted my foot, I could feel him spread my legs. Not very wide at first, But with each stoke up the back of my leg, I could feel myself getting excited. When he got to the top of my left thigh, I felt his hand go around to my inner thigh. He had not done this before. It felt very warm and tingly. With repeated movements of his hands on my inner thigh, it felt as if the were still going higher up. Then it was no longer a thought. His left hand was on my left cheek squeezing and rocking gently as his right had gone as far as it could; sliding up and down the edge of my left labia. God, it felt sooo nice. I couldn't tell him to stop and let him do this for about five minutes.
He started the same treatment on my right leg. Only this time, before he reached my inner thigh, I had spread my legs wider. I actually wanted Pierre to go further. I was getting aroused. Shit, I was wet. I couldn't wait for him to gently slide his hand up and down my lips. It seemed like it was taking forever. I felt his right hand on my right cheek and knew where his left would be any second now. Oooh, I squeaked as Pierre pushed my labia softly into my swollen clit with each downward stoke of his hand. Damn, this is great. At this point I didn't want it to stop. But all good things…..
Pierre had me turn over on my back to finish his sample massage. The front was nothing like before; there was no front massage. As Pierre's hands slid from shoulders to my tummy, it seemed to send a rush of sexual energy right into my clit. It was as if he was able to ignite all my sexual nerve endings and concentrate them under his finger tips. He massaged my tummy stirring all that energy. I could feel it building in my groin as my tummy started fluttering like butterflies.
I lay motionless with my hands at my sides grabbing the edges of the table top. I didn't look but I felt that thick cock of his pressing against my arm as he moved to my left breast. With both hands he began making circles around my breast kneading and squeezing. He finally ended by pinching and tugging on my stiffened nipple. He went around the table and did the same to my right tit. He was so gentle it felt like a new born squeezing and sucking. This time his cock was pulsing against my hand. Damn he was a lot bigger than Cal. Hell; Pierre is even bigger than Tommy. I was so horny I wanted to grab his dick and squeeze it. Damn, I wanted to taste him. I think I had a small climax. I was shaking again, but this time from pleasure. Wow, what a sample massage.
I thought Pierre was done. He abandoned my breast and headed for my feet and legs again. What is he going to do now? It didn't take long before Pierre was working his magic between my spread legs. I was excited and my pussy was purring. Pierre was doing a similar move sliding his hands on my inner thigh and lips. Just then he looked up and me and asked, "How are you feeling? Have you had enough or would you like more?" I said I felt fine and what you are doing feels really nice. And yes, Pierre, please do more. Pierre stopped or a few seconds and I saw him get something from his supply bag. He came back with a plastic squeeze bottle of personal lube. He put his left hand on my mound with his fingers pressing on each side of my slit. I couldn't see to well lying on my back, but I could feel this warm liquid seeping between his fingers onto my clit and in between my lips. He moved his hand up and down my lips slowly, squeezing my slick lips against my hooded little nub. Sparks shot through me. He kept a constant slow motion on me; up and down, side to side, around and around. It was driving me wild. There was no way I could ever tell him to stop now.
He stopped for another few seconds as I watch him pour more Astroglide lubricant on his right hand. I also noticed he had a wet spot on the front of his bulging shorts. I was thinking it would be nice to sample his cock too. I jumped out of my thoughts as Pierre attacked my clit with his left hand. He was moving his fingers and thumb on me when he said, "I think you are ready." Before I could say ready for what, I felt his thumb slip into my vagina. He squeezed up against the top of my vagina and as he gripped me he moved his hand like a piston; moving in and out an inch or so. His left fingers were playing my clit like a fine tuned Stradivarius. He began moving his thumb around the walls of my pussy, squeezing and pumping.
I started tugging on my nipples as my chest began heaving with deep breaths. My hips were moving. Oh fuck I was going to cum and I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to stop it. Shit, I screamed, Pierre, I'm coming. I shook and I felt my hips come up off the table. I could feel myself pumping Pierre's hand. I wanted his whole hand in me, not just his thumb. The whole room seemed to be shaking. I couldn't take any more samples. I was spent.
Pete plucked his slippery thumb from me and came to my side to give me a calming massage after what I just went through. I wanted his cock. I glanced at it and noticed a much larger wet patch on his shorts. His cock wasn't throbbing now but it was still very swollen. I wanted to touch him and squeeze him. I still wanted to suck him and fuck him.
I was satisfied, but I knew I would want more soon.
That night while Cal and I had dinner, I told Cal that I got through my full body massage today without any problems. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I just closed my eyes and imagined it was you, Cal. I didn't want to tell Cal the whole truth. I also brought up the erotic massage fantasy with Pierre. He said had given erotic massages before but never with any one watching. He said he would be looking forward to do this tin order to make our honeymoon fantasy come true. I never told Cal I had a sample of a sexual massage.
That night I mounted Cal and gave him the fucking of his eight year marriage. I came four times.
I can hardly wait for our fantasy to come true.
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Pete R BishopReport
2009-02-23 00:34:31
Sorry for the confusion. Laura was a slip of the pen. I didn't mean to use real names.
Anonymous readerReport
2009-02-17 04:23:23
Is her name Laura or Leslie?
Pete R BishopReport
2008-11-23 19:56:06
Part 2 should be out for a Thanksgiving Day treat.
I'm glad you enjoy my stories. There will be at least a part 3 coming soon.
Anonymous readerReport
2008-11-23 18:03:39
Top story, part two please
Dave195843Report
2008-11-14 10:32:39
Great Story can not wait for part two
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L.Kay on vacation, part 2; day three and four by Pete R Bishop
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Leslie Kay and her husband Cal after eight years of happily married bliss decided to go on a second honeymoon. One of Cal's fantasies was to watch while his wife received a sexual massage.
After last night with Cal I didn't think I could walk a straight line. It was the best fuck of my life. I don't think I ever came four times in my life. The thoughts of Pierre consumed my thoughts until I fell asleep.
Pierre is a massage therapist and Cal and I were going to ask Pierre if he would give me an erotic massage while my husband, Cal, watched. Role playing fantasies made our sex life so great for the past eight years. Getting a sexual massage while on our second honeymoon was a real turn-on, for Cal. I still wasn't quite up to it, but I was willing to try anything to make my man happy. I have to secretly admit, the thought of an erotic massage did make me a bit excited.
Just as luck would have it, on our first day in Florida we attended a holistic convention on our way to the Keys. Cal was trying to get me more in the mood and felt that seeing what massage is about may help. Let me say it did. As we were about to leave the convention, we stopped to discuss massage techniques with one of the practitioners. My heart started beating faster. The masseur we met reminded me of an old flame, Tommy Z.
His physical features and even his mannerisms brought back memories and at that point it didn't take much coaxing from Cal to have me try a sample massage. As I lay on the table receiving my massage, I closed my eyes and allowed thoughts of the years of torrid sex I had with Tommy before my marriage. I was aroused from my day dreaming and got up from the table. I thanked Pierre, and Cal even offered to pay him but he refused any money. I felt relaxed; and wet. I never told Cal exactly how great that massage felt. Nor did I tell him who he reminded me of.
Pierre happened to be staying with a few other friends at the same motel as Cal and I. During dinner, Cal asked me if I really liked my massage today and if I would be willing to go through with a full body massage. I told Cal that getting a massage with your clothes on is a lot different than getting one with your clothes off. We went back to the motel without further discussion about massage.
We headed for the lounge later that evening to have a few refreshing drinks. That's where we met Pierre again. He joined us for a drink and soon, the topic of massage came up. I knew it would; Cal in his sweet way coaxing me to try a full body massage. The idea of taking off all my clothes for a stranger wasn't on the top of my list of things to do. Before the evening ended, I told Cal I would go through with it. If he wanted to see me getting a sexual massage, I better get used to the idea of taking my clothes off. A full body massage would help; and Pierre would be the one to do it.
I survived my first massage and was now looking forward to my next. Cal and I got up and headed for breakfast. We hoped to see Cal there, but instead we met his friends Gary and Louise. They mentioned that Pierre had gone diving with Jessica and would be back late this afternoon. That sounds like a great idea, Cal. We were going to do some diving and today looks like a perfect day for it. He agreed and off we went for the day.
We had a fantastic time together in the warm currents. It was fun but exhausting. Even though we are both in good physical shape, we both ached from using muscles that haven't been used. I said to myself, "L. Kay, you sure can use a massage tonight." We showered and headed for the lounge for a light supper and a few drinks. Pierre was waiting for a table with Jessica; and invited Cal and I to join them. I didn't want to intrude on their night but Pierre insisted and Cal was all for it.
We all talked about our diving experiences that day. Cal mentioned all the new muscles that he and I had discovered and jokingly mentioned how a massage would help. Jessica and Pierre spoke in unison and suggested they would be happy to give us both a massage after dinner tonight. I wasn't expecting this. I wasn't sure how this would work out. Getting a massage in private for the first time was hard enough. Now I was about to be in a group massage session. Even though the group was Cal and Jessica, I didn't know how I would react.
Would I be able to go through with this again? I've gotten undressed in front of a stranger once in eight years, now I have to do it once more within twenty four hours of the first. I'm still very shy and modest about being naked. Can I do this again? Will Pierre be able to make me feel as relaxed as he did yesterday? Maybe another daiquiri before I head back to the room will help.
Yesterday I used alcohol as an excuse; it seemed to have worked out O.K. Well, if I get carried away and reach out and grab Pierre's thick cock, I'll just tell Cal it must have been the drinks. This time Cal and I went to Jessica's room and Pierre brought his table over. We talked a little more while we undressed and prepared for our evening massages.
The tables were side by side but facing in opposite ends. It worked out better that way. I didn't want Cal to look directly across at my face and see the pleasure I was receiving.
Cal was actually the shy one tonight. He left his shorts on. I noticed his eyes open wide as he watched me undress. It was like it was his first time he's ever seen me naked. I could see it pleased him as I slowly removed my top. My breasts bared full to his eyes. I was going to leave my panties on, but seeing Cal's facial expression drove me to go further. I boldly slid my panties down and off. Cal continued to watch as I slipped my bare ass under the sheet. I wondered what was going through his mind. Pierre started on my back before Jessica began on Cal. I purposely let out a lot of sexy moans and oohs and ahhs as Pierre touched my warm flesh. I was hoping it would tease Cal into some reaction.
Jessica was fairly tall, about 5'9" ash blonde; about a size six and a 36C bust. I've had a woman once in my life and I enjoyed it. I'm not a lesbian, but the taste of a sweet pussy was intoxicating. The flavor and aroma was still in my memory. Watching her move in those thin shorts was turning me on. I watched as she worked on Cal's feet. Her tight ass was inches from my face. Not even three inches at several times. I wanted to touch her; I wanted to stick my tongue out to lick that succulent butt. I was already horny and wanted to eat her pussy; maybe later. I moaned some more as Pierre slid his hands down my spine to the top of my butt. I couldn't stop moaning with pleasure as Pierre rocked me from side to side.
Cal turned on his back about the same time I did. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He was enjoying his massage as well; maybe a bit too much. Jessica had removed the sheet from Cal and as she worked on his front and his legs, I noticed his shorts were tented the whole time. I watched Jessica as she moved her hands slowly and dangerously close to her husband's shorts. "Are men's massages different than women's? Are they allowed to be touched like that? Did she just slip her hand under the cuff? Cal twitched. "Damn it! That bitch," I thought. Just then I felt Pierre slide his hand under the sheet that was covering me. He didn't hesitate and went right up between my legs and over my mound. I was shocked and a little embarrassed having Pierre do that in front of my husband. I looked over toward Cal to see if he noticed, but all I saw was Jessica's tight shapely ass facing me and blocking Cal from seeing what Pierre was doing. I did notice that Cal's stiff member had emerged from the slit of his boxers; its tip glistening.
Did Jess pry it out or did it work its way out without help. I didn't know. At that same moment, every nerve ending in my body came to life from Pierre's touch. I forgot about Cal and Jess as Pierre continued to relax me. I looked at Pierre, but didn't say a word. I looked down at his shorts and saw his tented shorts as well. The atmosphere became thick with sexual excitement. Thoughts raced through my mind of the first massage by Pierre. He moved up the side of the table; his thick cock was an inch from my hand. I looked up at his face again as he nodded; it's as if he knew what I was thinking.
His warm smooth hand was sliding up and down between my legs. My clit was getting very sensitive from the slow rubbing. I wanted to feel that slab of meat pulsing at my side. I gave it the extra inch and thrust my hand uncontrollably to the front of Pierre's shorts. I had never done anything like this since I've been married. I don't know what came over me, but I squeezed his thick meat as he continued rubbing my lower half with his right hand. He reached over my arm with his left hand and slowly began rubbing my right breast and hardened nipple. It felt nice. I turned back to look at Cal, to see if he approved, but Jessica's was still obscuring his view.
All of a sudden my tummy began fluttering and I was quickly losing control. I started shaking as I gripped the side of the table with my left hand. Pierre's cock was throbbing in my other as he continued rubbing me. I closed my eyes oblivious to any one else in the room and began stroking Pierre's thick cock. I wanted to take it out and put it to my mouth I was so fucking hot. I took a deep breath and held it as Pierre fingers moved like a vibrator over my clit. I shook his shaft and jerked it faster also. A few more tugs and pinches on my right nipple and I climaxed out of control. I tried to hide it; I was sure Cal had heard me. I let out my breath and panted for a few minutes until I was under control once more.
I couldn't believe what I was doing; letting Pierre diddle me to an orgasm less than six feet from my husband. What would have happened if Cal looked over and had seen me? Would he have second thoughts about my faithfulness? I love him very much and cheating had never entered my mind. I'll blame that extra daiquiri if he asks. It's just that Pierre has such a pleasant personality and bedside manner. I found myself almost immediately relaxed and put my full trust in him. His hands felt so nice and soothing from the other day, it was easy for me to allow him to do whatever he wanted to do tonight.
I looked over at Cal. He had not seen a thing. He was sleeping as Jessica was finishing up on him. His cock was limp but the tip was still drooling a shiny stream of slippery precum onto the front of his wet shorts. Jess looked over at me, smiled and winked; did she know what Pierre did to me, or was she smiling because Cal's dick was protruding from his shorts and dripping from pleasure. Right now, who cares! Three days into our second honeymoon and my modesty was blown away; totally disappeared. In a way I was glad Cal hadn't seen me enjoying my massage as much as I did. I never did tell him. It was my little secret. I was happily married to Cal and loved him very much. I would have died if he ever found out I had strong sexual feelings toward Pierre. Before this honeymoon was over, I wanted to see Pierre's thick hard cock. It felt twice as thick as Cal and just as a fleeting thought, I wondered what it would feel like to have something like that stretching me.
I thought of some of my toys I left home, one in particular was as big as Pierre. I loved to use that one whenever I had some alone time. I would come every time with it.
We thanked Jess and Pierre for a great massage and made an appointment with Pierre for tomorrow; our anniversary fantasy massage. "After today," I told Cal, "I hope I will be ready for tomorrow. Getting a regular massage is one hurdle I had to overcome, but moving on to an erotic massage so fast, and with an audience; even though it is you, it all seems awkward. I know we talked about it for a long time, but now I'm not sure." Cal tried to reassure me that every thing would work out fine and that he was excited just thinking about it.
Back at our room Cal and I got ready for bed. I was still horny thinking about Pierre/Tommy. I looked at Cal lying on his back with just his shorts on. As I crawled up between his legs, I fished my hand under his cuff, much like the way I saw Jess do earlier. Cal rose to the occasion as I helped his little 'Willie' out. I thought of Pierre and felt myself getting wet as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his tip. A few licks and sucks and he was stiff. I pulled his boxers down his legs and straddled his boner. Lowering myself just enough so I could rub his slick head along my wet pussy.
Everything was slippery as I eased all the way down. I rode his dick like a wild woman. My tits were slapping up and down and side to side. Cal's eyes were locked on my flailing tits. My nipples felt like they were being tugged on. I leaned forward a little so Cal could take a nipple in his mouth. I was in control as I maneuvered his hard cock against my clit. It didn't take long as I had my first climax within seconds. "Oooh, Cal, this is the best vacation ever. Oooh, Cal, I'm coming." I stopped for a few seconds while my pussy squeezed his slick pole.
I turned around facing his feet and continued riding Cal. I knew he liked it even more when he could see his cock sliding in and out. Watching my ass pounding up and down sucking his cock on every upward stroke drove him wild. I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy it also. My swollen clit was nudging his balls on every plunge. It also gave me the opportunity to mouth the name Tommy and Pierre without Cal knowing as I exploded into another powerful climax. It took a couple of minutes longer, but I could feel myself building up and enormous release. I inhaled deeply and held my breath before I convulsively slammed down on his cock. My clit was continually being slapped by his sac on each stroke; it couldn't take another whack. I collapsed and exhaled. I could feel Cal spurt into me as I drove my steaming pussy down to his balls on my final stroke. I stayed on top of him and squeezed him for every drop. My whole body shook as my orgasm electrified my whole body. I didn't remember dismounting, but I did recall it was a bright sunny morning when I opened my eyes.
Day four, I needed a rest before Cal and I could proceed with our honeymoon fantasy.
Cal was going to play golf today; golf is not my thing. I told Cal I was planning on doing nothing but lounge around the pool. Jokingly, Cal suggested I go ask Pierre for a practice run on an erotic massage. Maybe after that it would be easier for me to fulfill our fantasy and do it with an audience. "Forget it, Cal! All I need is rest. I'll be O.K. for tonight. You go play golf and I'll be ready when you get back."
We finished breakfast; Cal was gone for the day and I donned my bikini and sauntered out to the poolside with an iced tea and a sultry romance novel. It was a hot morning and not a half hour later I was moving to the shade of one of the large umbrellas strewn around the pool. Although the story was pure fiction, it was getting me in the mood. Reading about 'tall and handsome thrusting himself against Monica at a chance meeting at the library', I was thinking of tall and blonde Pierre thrusting himself against me. Just then, Pierre was heading toward me. He had a large towel over his left shoulder and his right hand held a tall glass of iced coffee. Most noticeable was the bulge in the front of his trunks. He wasn't even hard and his tight trunks were stretching. "Do you mind if I join you, Leslie?" I was getting those same feelings in my tummy with Pierre sitting close to me.
A lot of small talk and as would happen, things finally got on the subject of massage and Pierre asked if I was ready for tonight. I told Pierre I was still nervous about getting a sexual massage in front of Cal. Even though we both gave this a lot of thought and agreed to go through with it, I still didn't feel comfortable. I kept talking and the blurb about me getting a trial run massage today while Cal was out golfing poured from my lips. Pierre was completely understanding and told me that many married women come to him for an erotic massage. Some of them never tell their husbands, but they tell me that after their massage, they go home and screw the brains out of their spouses. A sexual massage prepares both men and women for experiencing better sex and prolonged orgasms. He emphasized the fact that it is not cheating if the massage fulfills its purpose in helping people to achieve a better and complete sex life. After Pierre told me that I felt relieved and I had to agree; Pierre's massages certainly helped me.
Listening to Pierre go on about massage got my insides churning once more and soon I was hinting that maybe I should give this practice run a go. Pierre had all morning free and the more I thought about it……Well, it didn't take much coaxing before we both got up and headed back to his room. I caught myself staring at his tight butt as he opened the door. I wanted to touch him. I could already feel myself getting aroused. I don't know what came over me, but my bikini bra and bottom were off before Pierre could even get his table set up. His room was a little cool from the AC; I could feel goose bumps forming and my nipples were puckering as I stood there.
I was stark naked when Pierre turned around; he quickly notice I was cold and turned the AC off. I hopped up on his table; no sheet to cover me today. I wanted to be prepared for tonight. I told Pierre I wanted to get right to the erotic part and skip the initial relaxing part. He gave me regular massage anyhow; although it did seem quicker than before. His warm hands felt so relaxing. Before he got into the erotic part, I mentioned how much I liked toys and things and asked if he ever used such things. He said he had but didn't bring any with him. I felt I could tell Pierre anything and I happened to say how much I liked my butt probed and how I liked large toys for my pussy. Just as I finished, I saw Pierre reach into his bag and pull on a pair of latex gloves. He lubed up his hand and I felt his slick fingers near my butt hole. I shivered as he ran his finger around my sphincter and slowly eased it in. "Is this what you had in mind, Mrs. Leslie Kay Smythe?" All I could say was ooh and oh yah, Pierre.
With his other hand rubbing my lips and clit, I could feel myself building fast toward an orgasm. I gripped each edge of the table; I started shaking more as Pierre drove two fingers into my butt. I couldn't help myself and came within minutes. After I relaxed a bit, I turned over ready for the front. There must have been something in the air that morning to make me so horny. After last night with Cal, I thought it would take me at least a week before I felt like that again. Pierre's thick cock was swollen as he massaged my breasts. I didn't hesitate this morning as I did last night when Cal and I were getting a massage together. I felt much more brazen this morning and reach out and grasped his throbbing tool.
I was still wet and needed more, fast. I reached into Pierre's trunks and wrapped my hand around his hot stiff member. God was he hard; extremely hard. He moved closer to me as he continued on my breasts. I was so hot and horny I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to suck him off. My mind was raging as I pulled his cock out of his shorts. I wet myself when I notice a glistening drop of precum on his tip. Inches from my face, I open my mouth and licked his sweet precum. Then I had thoughts of guilt as I savored Pierre. I thought of Cal and how he said I should go through a practice round of a sexual massage. Was this more than a practice massage? Damn right it was as I pulled Pierre closer and opened my mouth wider.
I hadn't been drinking this morning and yet I still felt at ease with Pierre. Cal would not have to know about this. I rationalized all sorts of reasons why this was O.K. I sucked and licked more precum from Pierre's thick cock. He was twice as thick as Cal. I slowly began jerking his tool while I held him in my mouth. I wanted taste his cum. I sucked and jerked faster. I wanted to feel him in me; even if only for a second. Just as suddenly, Pierre pulled away and began working his way up my legs as he had done so several times already this week. Only today I was aware of what he would do. He would eventually get to my clit and make me cum. I was expecting it.
Well, Pierre was full of surprises today. He got to my clit with his hands; I was wet and swollen. I was about to cum when he said, "Leslie, may I try something different. I've never done this before, but there is something about you that just drives me closer to you?" Before I could answer or ask him what he wanted, he leaned down and attached his open mouth to my clit. He instantly began sucking and licking. I couldn't say anything but, YES, Pierre, yes! I held his head and shook for three minutes as he expertly dined on my pussy.
When he came up for air and stood beside me, his solid dripping log was screaming to enter me. I sat up and scooted to the end of the table. My butt was just over the edge as Pierre followed me. Without saying a word, I lay back down and parted my legs. Pierre instinctively slipped between them. His trunks were on the floor beside the table He knew
what I wanted as he aimed his massive shaft toward my sopping pussy. He lifted my parted legs and rested my calves on his shoulders. He continued to massage my legs as I held his dripping tool to my awaiting pussy. He moved in closer as I rubbed him up and down a few times and positioned him to my entrance.
He continued with light scratches on my thighs and tummy as he began opening me. I was so wet and slippery. He slowly entered me; stretching every inch before he began pumping. I could feel his rock had dick hitting my cervix with each powerful thrust. His pubic bone was hammering my swollen clit. Cal never felt like this. I was ready to cum in seconds once more. Pierre increased his pace. I couldn't take my eyes off him; watching him drive his massive piston into me repeatedly, harder and faster, crushing my clit into orgasmic bliss. I screamed out in pleasure and felt Pierre empty his hot load. I took my legs off his shoulders and wrapped them around his back. I sat up and put my arms around his neck as my pussy clamped his cock and I milked him dry.
I thanked Pierre for such a wonderful sample of what's to be expected in an erotic massage. I also mentioned that it is not necessary to tell Cal I took his advice to have a preview massage. I had enough massage for today and told Pierre I was ready for our honeymoon special tomorrow. He said that would be fine; he had to go pick up some supplies today and wouldn't be back until late. With a blissful smile on my face, I strolled back to my room to freshen up before going back out by the poolside and wait for Cal. An hour or so later after reading half of my romance novel, my sweet hubby returned.
He had a great day; an 83, one of his best. He was ready to celebrate and offered to take my out for dinner tonight; of course I accepted. He asked if I had a sample massage today and again of course I said no. I told Cal how I had met Pierre earlier this morning by the poolside. He sat with me and we talked more about our fantasy massage tonight. I told him I didn't know if I was ready yet and I also brought up the idea of using toys. He seemed like that idea also. Last I saw of him he said heading toward Miami to pick up some supplies; maybe he might pick up some toys just for us!
I think I need a rest from massage today and an evening out for a romantic dinner feels like just what the doctor ordered. Cal and I had a wonderful evening of dining, drinking and dancing. We got back late, got undressed, showered, and went straight to bed. Thinking of what Pierre and I did this morning caused me to get aroused; not again I said to myself. I mounted Cal and fucked him into unconsciousness once more, waking some of the neighbors in the process, I'm sure. This, so far, was becoming the best vacation/honeymoon ever. I remembered thinking how much I just wanted to see that thick cock of Pierre's. Well I certainly got more than just an eyeful today. I just couldn't wait until tomorrow as I dozed off into dreamland...
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Anonymous readerReport
2009-02-15 20:11:02
Love your work -- ignore the angry posters.
ffiisstt123Report
2009-01-31 04:01:01
My husband and I love the stories!!! We're back Mr. Bishop. Our computer got fried...That's why you haven't heard from us. Please keep up the awesome work!
Anonymous readerReport
2009-01-10 17:42:17
Boy this is bullshit. The couple take a vacation and the little boy, immature husband has to go deep sea fishing without his wife and then he goes off to play golf and leaves her alone. Boy you sure do love to make cuckolds of the husbands
Anonymous readerReport
2008-12-01 03:04:08
Hey Pete R Bishop, why not sign in if you're going to defend your story like this? If you cant take the critic then don't post stories. I agree with the first post that the story is bit weak.
Anonymous readerReport
2008-11-30 19:00:35
To the reader who has posted such an ignorant comment must obviously be a cuckold and very angry about it. You don't seem to realize that when Leslie fucked Pierre that her husband Cal had become a cuckold. As far as erotic massage you are also totally ignorant about that as well. Anyone who has ever had an erotic massage finds these stories very arousing. I you don't know what you are talking about you should keep your mouth shut .
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