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Martys Massageby lingusMarty's MassageI had a problem. Not a big problem but a problem nonetheless. Itwould turn into a big problem if I didn't come up with somethingsoon. My wife Marty's birthday was just ten days away and I didn'thave the foggiest idea of what to get for her. What made mattersworse was that Marty absolutely refused to give me any hints.A few years ago Marty and I stopped telling each other what wewanted for our birthdays because we were getting in a rut. We bothalways seemed to ask for the same things year after year, andopening our present just wasn't very exciting anymore. It was a lotharder to think of something the other would like but it was alsoa lot more fun getting the presents. For example, for my lastbirthday Marty gave me a hot air balloon ride. It was an experienceof a lifetime.I tried very hard for the last several months to watch for anyclues Marty might give as to something she wished she could have ordo. The only things I heard her mention were items of apparel, butwe'd agreed many years ago to never buy the other something towear. It just never seemed to work out. Things were either thewrong size, the wrong color, the wrong style or the wrong somethingelse. I got very frustrated knowing that she was exchanging all ofher gifts. She felt the same way. The only thing I ever had anysuccess with was lingerie. I bought her some special things likecrotchless panties and the like that she got a kick out of, and weboth enjoyed her wearing them when we were "in the mood".Finally in desperation, I called Pat, Marty's sister, to see if shehad any ideas."Gee, Cal, I'll have to give it some thought," she said when I toldher of my dilemma. "I know she's awfully hard to shop for. I havethe same problem. That's why I've taken to getting her giftcertificates.""I'd sure appreciate your help," I replied. I hung up the phonefeeling very disappointed. If Pat didn't know what to get her, howwas I going to think of something.Two days later Pat called me back."Cal, I don't know why I didn't think of this before, but I thinkI have the perfect gift," she said excitedly when I picked up thephone."That's great Pat," I answered breathing a big sigh of relief."What is it?""A full-body massage. Jerry gave me one of those a few months agofor our anniversary, and, believe me, it was great.""A 'what' massage?" I queried."A full-body massage," she repeated."What in the world is that? It sounds a little...how shall I saythis...risque, I guess is a good word?""Oh, no Cal. It's nothing like that. It's a regular massage but itincludes such things as the hands and fingers and the feet andtoes. Mine even included my ears. It was incredibly relaxing. I'venever felt so good.""Hmmm, that does sound like a good idea. Marty has been prettystressed lately and I'll bet she'd like some relief. Where do youfind such things?" I asked my sister-in-law."I got mine at a place down on Grant Street," Pat replied. "I'llcheck to see if I can find the name of the place. I'd reallyrecommend them. I'll see if I can find the name of the masseur whoI had. I think it was Bob, but I'll check for sure. I took one oftheir cards when I was there. I'll just have to find it.""Pat, that's terrific," I exclaimed. I hung up the phone feelingvery relieved and even a little excited. I just knew that Martywould love this gift. I had no idea how much she would love it, oreven the real reason why. It's a good thing I didn't because I'dnever have gone for it if I'd had any notion of just how far mywife's full-body massage would go.Pat called me at work again the next morning. She'd found thebusiness card of the place she'd gone to and the name of the guywho'd been her masseur. The place was the Millfield Health Club andthe guy's name was Bob just as she'd recalled. She gave me theiraddress and phone number."Be sure to ask for Bob," she emphasized. "I really enjoyed hismassage.""Thanks again Pat. You can be sure I'll ask for him," I concludedwith delight.I decided to stop by the place on the way home from work instead ofjust calling them for an appointment. I wanted to make sure I wascomfortable with the place. I pictured some sleazy dump like themassage parlors I recalled having visited back in the sixties. Theywere little more than whorehouses although I did get a pretty gogdass ge er ttyegooeome Iageaalfew.tims bwfore I got laid.uT turned out to be a very attractivefacility on the second floor in an area of trendy boutiques andcoffee houses. At the front desk I was met by Joe who introducedhimself as the manager. He was a trim muscular black man who lookedto be in his late twenties."How can I help you?" Joe said as I looked around the room. Thewalls of the reception area were covered with photos of sunbeds,massage tables and steam and sauna baths. I assumed these photosmust represent the facilities available within the bowels of theclub.I introduced myself and said "I'm thinking of giving my wife one ofyour full-body massages for her birthday which is next week. Hersister had one here a few months back and she said she loved it.""Well, I'm glad to hear that. We have lots of satisfied customers.In fact more than half of our business these days is by referral,"Joe boasted. "So tell me, when would you like for her to come in?""Her birthday is next Friday," I replied. "If possible, I'd like tomake an appointment for that evening. Oh, and my sister-in-law saysI should ask for Bob if he's still here and available.""Yes, Bob is still with us. Let me check our schedule to see whatif he has any openings then." Joe sat down at a computer and typedin someinformation. "It looks like you're in luck. Bob is actually notscheduled towork Friday night so he doesn't have anyappointments.""You mean he'll come in special?" I asked somewhat surprised atJoe's answer."Actually, Bob is scheduled to get off at six o'clock that night,but he's a college student and can always use the money. I'm surehe'll be happy to stay a little later. By the way, if I may ask,what is your sister-in-law's name?""Pat Collins," I replied.Joe entered a few more keystrokes into the computer. "Oh yes. Shewas in the first time in February.""You mean she's been in since?" I asked."Yes, it looks like she's been coming in two or three times a monthsince," Joe replied. "I guess she really does like our massages."I didn't say anything to Joe, but I was quite surprised at thisrevelation because Pat had said nothing about any subsequentvisits. "Well, I guess he's right. At least she must really likethe place," I thought to myself."So should we make an appointment for you, Cal?" Joe asked."Yes, let's do it," I replied."What's your wife's name and what time would she like?" he asked."It's Marty...Marty Evans," I answered, "and let's set it for nineo'clock. By the way, how much will it be?" I didn't want to soundcheap but I figured it best to get the business details out of theway now to avoid any embarrassing surprises Friday night."We charge fifty dollars for a regular massage which lasts aboutthirty minutes. For a full-body massage we charge one hundreddollars. It usually takes about one hour. In each case anappropriate tip is in order, and in both cases the use of our saunaand showers is included. I guess I should also mention that we dohave a 'club plan' which is one hundred fifty dollars per month andentitles the member to weekly massages of which ever type theydesire. We let our first-time customers try one massage firstbefore joining the club, if you or your wife are interested later.""Sounds like Pat is a club member," I thought to myself. I had noidea at the time what that might mean."OK, well, as I said I want Marty to have the full-body massage.""Yes, I have that down," Joe replied. "Now it will be helpful toBob if you let us know before he begins if you or your wife wish toplace any limitations on the extent of the massage.""Limitations?" I said sounding puzzled. "What sort of limitationsdo you mean?""Oh, like some people are uncomfortable about being touched incertain places or have different senses of modesty than others.Actually a lot of guys who make these appointments for their wivesjust let their wives decide.""That sounds like a good idea," I replied. I was beginning to sensethat things could get more involved than Pat had explained, but Ifigured I should let Marty do what she wanted since this was herpresent. Nothing too far out could be happening or Pat wouldn't bea part of it or recommend it," I thought foolishly."One last thing Cal," Joe continued. "Will you be coming here withyour wife on Friday?""Yes, I plan to. Why?" I asked."If you'd like to watch Bob massage your wife, we have a specialroom just for that," Joe replied."That sounds sort of interesting," I answered. "How does thatwork?""Come with me and I'll show you," Joe said as he got up from thecomputer. "It's this way," he went on as he led me toward the backdoor.On the way down the back hallway, Joe pointed out the variousfacilities of the club. On the left were the showers and saunas. Onthe right was a room which apparently held bays of sunbeds. Furtherdown the hall were the massage rooms. He led me to a door marked'Private' at the end of the hallway. He unlocked the door and letme in. The room was very dark and at first I couldn't see anything.Soon my eyes became acclimated to the lack of light."Over here is a one-way window which lets you watch what'shappening next door," Joe whispered. As I turned to look I saw anattractive brunette lying on the table in the next room. She waslying on her stomach and there was a towel d****d over her barebuttocks. A well-built young man was massaging her thigh. As Iwatched it appeared that his fingers must be coming very close totouching her crotch."That's Bob," Joe whispered. "He's very popular with many of ourclients."I wanted to see where this sexy thirtyish woman's massage wouldlead, and I would love to have seen more of her great looking body,but I heard the phone ringing in the office. "We'd better go backup front," Joe whispered. "We don't normally let anyone in hereunless they're the husband or boyfriend of the person getting themassage. I didn't realize that Bob was using that room. Usually heuses the one across the hall if there is no one along to watch."Back in the front office, Joe picked up the phone. I realized thatjust that brief glimpse of the nude woman being tended to by Bobhad given me a raging hardon. I tried to hide it from Joe bykeeping my body turned away from him."I'll see you Friday night at nine," I said as I headed for thedoor. Joe waved at me as I let myself out."This could is going to be one helluva lot of fun," I said tomyself as I drove home. I thought of calling Pat on the car phoneand telling her about my plans, but decided to wait and tell herabout it later. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to avoid mentioningthat I knew she went there a lot more than she'd told me. I decidedto wait and see if she brought it up again. Then maybe I'd mentionwhat I'd found out.I didn't tell Marty anything about her present, but I did tell herwe were going to our favorite restaurant for dinner at six-thirtyFriday night. That would leave us plenty of time to get over to thehealth club in time for her appointment. When she was gettingdressed for dinner, Marty asked if I had plans for after dinner."Yes. I'm going to give you your present," I replied."Oh. Where are you planning to do that?" she asked. Her curiositywas aroused."You'll find out after dinner," was all I'd say. "I think you'lllike it."I had a hard time containing myself that evening. I was veryexcited about Marty's gift thinking that she was really going tolike it. I also felt quite turned on although I couldn't figure outwhy at the time. I dismissed it as a reaction to seeing that womangetting a massage from Bob. Marty kept pestering me about what herpresent was and where we were going later. Finally I promised thatI would tell her more about it while we were eating dessert.When the waiter finally brought us our dessert Marty reminded methat now was the time to tell her what was going on. I hadn't giventhis moment much thought and suddenly realized that explaining whatwas about to happen wasn't going to be as easy as I thought. Martymight very well have the same reaction I did when I first heard theterm "full-body massage." If she thought I was trying to pullsomething kinky on her, she'd probably get upset. I had to prepareher for the news first."Well, I've noticed how hard you've been working lately and howtense you seem to be a lot of the time. I wanted to find a way tohelp you relax. I mentioned this to Pat and she had a brilliantidea," I began. It sounded good so far...at least to me."Sounds interesting," Marty replied. "So what is it? A vibratingrecliner?""No, that's not it," I said with a laugh. Marty was always pokingfun of the ads for these chairs on TV."Pat told me that Jerry gave her a great massage for theiranniversary," I continued."You mean you're going to give me a massage. Is that it?" Martysounded disappointed and slightly annoyed."No. That didn't come out right. Jerry arranged for her to get amassage at a place where they do your fingers and toes and evenyour ears. She said it was incredibly relaxing. I think she calledit a full-body massage.""Oh, I've heard of those," Marty said as her face brightened. "Oneof the gals at work mentioned she'd had one. She did say it wasterrific. That sounds like fun. When is this supposed to happen?""I have an appointment for you at nine tonight," I replied."Where?""At the Millfield Health Club. It's the same place Pat went andit's with the same masseur. She recommended him very highly.""Are you coming along?" Marty asked. "I would feel a lot safer ina place like that if you were there in case anything weirdhappened, especially since it'll be a man giving my massage.""Yes, I'll be there in the waiting room." I didn't want to admitthat I'd actually be in the next room watching. That might upsether."Well, I'm ready to leave whenever you are," Marty concluded. Itsounded like she was getting excited about the idea. I was relievedand pleased. I paid the check and in twenty minutes we were walkingin the door of the health club. We were ten minutes early."Hi. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Evans," Bob said when we walked in."I'm Bob and I'll be doing your massage this evening, Mrs. Evans.""Hi Bob," Marty replied. I noticed the look of surprise and delighton my wife's face when she realized that this cute guy was going tobe taking care of her. "This looks promising," she whispered to meas Bob turned to take care of something behind bahis siteleri the desk. "I thinkI like it already.""Whoa babe," I said with a grin. "Don't get carried away so soon.The massage hasn't even begun." I wondered how Marty would feel ina few minutes when she was lying completely naked on the massagetable with her most private places hidden only by a towel while Bobworked his magic on her body. I also wondered how I was going tofeel when I saw it actually happening. It seemed like a lot of funin my imagination. I hoped it turned out that way in reality too."We ask all of our clients to take a quick shower before we beginthe massage," Bob explained. "That way the massage oils that we usewill have greater effectiveness." If you'll follow me I'll show tothe lockers where you can put your things and give you a robe youcan wear while you're in the back." As Bob opened the door to leadMarty toward the back he turned to me and said "I'll check backwith you in a minute, Mr. Evans, to see if you need any coffee oranything while you wait.""Have fun sweetheart. Happy birthday. I love you." Then I gave hera kiss as Bob led her away. I didn't realize at the time how muchdifferent our lives would be when I next talked to my wife.Bob reappeared in the office in just a couple of minutes. "You havea very beautiful wife, Mr. Evans," he said as he entered. "I'mgoing to really enjoy doing her massage.""Thank you," I said."There are a couple of details we need to take care of while she isgetting ready. I believe Joe explained that the cost of the full-body massage is one hundred dollars. Right?""Oh, yes," I replied as I reached for my wallet. I pulled out ahundred dollar bill and handed it to Bob."Thank you. I also want to ask again if there are any limits thatyou want to set for this massage. Joe said he already asked but Ijust want to be sure.""No, I told him that I'd let Marty set the limits since it's herbirthday. I'll stick with that.""That's good then," Bob replied. "This type of massage can getsomewhat intimate sometimes, and I don't want anyone to besurprised or upset."I was about to ask him to explain that last remark but decidedagainst it. Again I figured that if Pat was getting these massages,there must not be anything too bizarre going on. If Marty's breastsor bottom got touched accidentally I guess it wouldn't be tooupsetting to me. Marty would probably object, but I'd let her takecare of herself. After all she is a mature fifty-one year oldwoman.Just then I heard a buzzer. "That means she's done with hershower," Bob explained. "I'll take her down to the massage room andwhile she's getting herself ready there I'll be back to take youdown to the 'gallery'.""That's an interesting but appropriate name for it," I thought whenBob spoke of the room where I was to sit to watch my wife'smassage. I wondered how many husbands or boyfriends used that room.I wondered if Pat's husband Jerry had ever used it. Somehow Icouldn't picture him doing that, but who knows. I was surprised tohear that he'd even suggested something like this massage thing.I felt a sudden rush of butterflies in my stomach as Bob opened thedoor and beckoned me through."When you're back here it's best that you keep your voice down andmake as little sound as possible," Bob whispered. "I have musicplaying in the massage room to help hide any noise you might make,but it's still best to be quiet. You may move around as much asyou'd like. It is impossible to see into that room through the one-way glass, but the sound does travel somewhat. Oh, and it's a loteasier to see what's going on if you keep the lights off in here.Otherwise there's a bad glare. OK?""OK!" I confirmed as we approached the 'gallery'. Bob unlocked thedoor and let me in. The light from the hall revealed two easychairs in the room. I headed for one of them and sat down.When I was comfortably seated I looked into the next room for thefirst time. There just five or six feet away lay my wife. Like thewoman I'd seen earlier in the week, she was completely nude andlying on her stomach. A small white towel was d****d over her ass.This was the only thing providing her with any modesty at all. Inoticed that she was lying with her head turned toward my side ofthe room...just as if she was looking at me. That made me verynervous at first until I saw her reach down and tug the towelfurther down on her butt. She was using the mirror side of theglass to check herself.I ought to tell you more about this sexy woman I was viewingthrough the glass. Marty, as I've mentioned, is fifty-one. She hasbeen diligent over the last several years to keep herself in goodshape. She eats carefully and works out regularly. She is not verytall...five two is all...and she's never had very large breasts...she wears a 32b bra and that hasn't changed since I met her. Sheweighs about one hundred twenty-five pounds and there is no flabanywhere on her body. Those ass cheeks that she was trying to keepcovered are as firm as a high school cheerleader's. She has darkbrown hair which she keeps cut quite short. It has no natural curlso it hangs straight in what she calls a "page boy" look. I thinkit's very cute.As I watched I realized that I could clearly hear the music thatBob mentioned would be playing in the next room. It was verysoothing jazz. "A nice touch," I thought. Then I heard a knockingsound. It was Bob checking to see if Marty was ready."Yes, I'm ready. You can come in," I heard her say. Obviously thesound system picked up the sounds in the massage room and carriedthem into my watching room. "Another nice touch," I thought.Bob stepped into the room and immediately proceeded to remove thewarmup suit that he'd been wearing. He stripped down to a boxerstyle swimsuit. Bob moved in front of me so he was in Marty's lineof sight."All right, Mrs. Evans, are you ready for me to begin?" Bobpolitely asked. "By the way, would you like to be called Mrs. Evansor Marty?""Oh, please call me 'Marty'," my wife replied, "and I'm readywhenever you are.""Great. 'Marty' it is then. I'm going to begin, Marty, by massagingyour neck and spine. Then I'll work my way out your upper limbs.When they're feeling nice and relaxed, I'll work on your head andhands. Finally I'll do your legs and then your feet. Then I'll goback and hit any spots that still feel tight. If I do or touchanything you aren't comfortable with, please let me know. OK?""Sounds good, Bob," my wife replied.For the next twenty minutes or so, things in the next room wentvery much as Bob had described. There was nothing happening thatgave me any clue as to what the ultimate outcome of this eveningwould be. The only excitement was when Bob asked Marty to turn overon her back so that he could massage her chin and face. He offeredher a towel, but Marty declined."Oh, it's OK," she replied. "I'm sure you've seen lots of boobs inyour line of work. There's nothing special about mine." Then sheturned over trying to be careful to keep the towel covering herloins.I felt a twinge in my cock when my wife's bare breasts came intoview. "I'll bet she'd die right now if she knew that I waswatching," I said softly to myself.I was startled when I heard the door to my room opening."Cal? Are you in here?" I heard Joe whisper."Sure am," I replied softly."Mind if I join you?" he continued."No not at all. Your timing is perfect. It looks like the fun isbeginning," I said thinking about my wife's display of her chest."Hey, she's really a great looking woman," Joe exclaimed when hetook a look into the next room. "She's very nice indeed.""Thanks," I replied proudly."Actually I'm not in here to see your wife. I'm really here towatch how Bob handles this new client. I had a call yesterdaycomplaining that he'd taken liberties with someone's wife and theguy didn't appreciate it at all.""Oh, Oh! That could be a problem," I said absentmindedly. I was tooengrossed in watching Bob's hands as they appeared to caress theouter edges of Marty's breasts. I sort of expected her to push hishands away a couple of times, but she seemed oblivious to theintimacy of his touch. I smiled as I recalled getting myface slapped for touching her like that when we first starteddating. "Times have changed," I mumbled."What was that?" Joe asked."Oh, nothing," I answered. "I guess I was just thinking out loud."Bob concentrated his attention on Marty's chin, cheeks, foreheadand ears. Then he ran his hands down the outer edges of her chestpast the outside of her breasts. When he pulled them back he ranthem directly over her breasts and paused ever so briefly to cupeach of them in his hands. I watched for an objection from my wife,but instead I heard a soft moan. Bob heard it too and must havetaken it as a sign of approval. He massaged her breasts gentlybefore taking each nipple between his fingers and rolling it likea marble. He appeared to squeeze but not hard enough to cause pain.Marty started raising her hand, perhaps to push him away, but Bobquickly pulled away."Time to work on your legs and feet," Bob commented as he movedaround and stood at the foot of the table."You'll need to move down this way a bit so I can reach you," hesaid. Marty quickly obliged. "That's far enough," he advised. Thenhe took her feet in his hands and lifted them a few inches apart.Marty had previously kept them tightly together, I'm sure topreserve her modesty. She didn't seem to resist his movement,however. I wondered how much of her he could see right now. "I'llbet he can see her brown beaver," I thought to myself. Since, at myinsistence, Marty kept her beaver trimmed quite short, the guycould probably even see her slit from where he was standing. OddlyI didn't feel any jealousy. Instead I felt my cock getting hard asI imagined his view.Bob began his work on her legs by massaging her thighs. I watchedclosely to see just how high his touch went. It was obvious that hewas staying at least three or four inches below her pussy. Hisstrokes were forcing her thighs further and further apart, however.Marty was watching him intently through his reflection in themirror. Again she showed no signs of objecting. I wondered if shewas getting as turned on by all of this as I was.Bob worked for several more minutes on my wife's thighs and calvesand then moved his attentions down to her feet. He even gave eachof her toes a good workout with his strong fingers. Marty lookedvery content as I studied her face. Her eyes were now closed andshe was smiling."Time to turn over again," Bob said softly as he stepped back fromthe table. He held the towel in place while Marty turned over. Itseemed to me that he now had the towel positioned a little higherthan before, but I couldn't tell for sure.When she was comfortably in place, Bob again turned his attentionto her thighs. This time he appeared to rub a quite a bit higherthan before and I was sure he was only a fraction of an inch fromtouching my wife's cunt. Her feet were now spread to the edges ofthe table. Bob had to have a fantastic view of my wife's slit. Ienvied him because that view was my personal favorite. This wasalso the position the woman was in when I'd peeked into the roomthe day I'd come in to make the appointment. "I wonder how manypussies he's had this view of?" I thought to myself.I watched Bob's movements carefully now because he appeared to beso close to Marty's pussy. Suddenly she jumped slightly and gasped."Oooh," she said softly as Bob continued to rub the inside of herthighs. He must have touched more than her leg but she didn't seemto have any negative reaction. Bob took this as permission tocontinue and again his hands moved up toward's Marty's cunt. Thistime he obviously reached the top and I could see his hand movingup and down as he ran his fingers through her slit. She must havebeen dripping wet by now.As he rubbed I heard my wife begin to moan softly."Ummmmm, that feels nice," I heard her say. I couldn't believe it.Just a few feet away my wife was being felt up by a youngstranger and she seemed to be really enjoying it. There was anotherstranger sitting beside me watching. I felt like I ought to objectbut somehow I was transfixed and speechless. I was also as hard asa rock. The motion of Bob's hand suddenly changed and it appearedthat instead of running his fingers up and down the length ofMarty's slit, he was now finger-fucking her. Her moans grew loader.It sounded like she would cum soon if he didn't stop. In a way Ifelt I should stop him, but again I couldn't bring myself toaction. Instead I began to rub my cock."Aggghh," came a louder moan from the other room." While I watchedmy wife's body first went rigid and then began to shake in theobvious throes of orgasm."Holy shit, Joe. Did you see that? Bob made my wife cum," I blurtedout...perhaps loudly enough for Bob and my wife to hear."I know, Cal," Joe replied. "That's what it's all about, isn't it."I suddenly realized that my original thoughts about a full-bodymassage were right. While I tried to comprehend this fact, Bobstepped back from the table. As I watched he slipped down histrunks revealing a huge erection. It must have been nearly eightinches long and very thick. It stuck out at ninety degreesfrom his body."Oh, don't stop now," Marty begged when she noticed that his handswere gone. While I watched, Bob crawled up onto the table with hisknees between Marty's spread thighs. He reached down under her hipsand lifted her up onto her knees. Suddenly my wife's wet openingwas directly in line with Bob's hard tool. He plunged forward andimpaled her on his cock. In spite of his large size, he went allthe way in with one stroke."Oh my gawd!" Marty exclaimed when she realized what was happening.She immediately began to rock back against Bob's thrusts.I was in a daze. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Here just afew feet away my wife of nearly thirty years was being fucked byanother man. To my knowledge he was the first guy to have her sincewe got married. She was obviously loving it...and so, I had toadmit, was I. I now had my cock out of my pants and was pumping itfuriously."Careful not to waste that," I heard a voice say as I was about tocum. "Save yourself for a minute and then we'll go in and help Bobfinish the job. OK?"I quit my stroking and concentrated very hard on not cumming.Fortunately I was successful. I looked back into the other room tosee my wife turning over onto her back while Bob crawled up overher. Then he reentered her and began to pound furiously into herinviting cunt. Marty's hand went down to her clit and I watched herbegin to rub herself while Bob's thrusts continued. Bob must havebeen güvenilir bahis siteleri thinking of us in the gallery when he lifted up Marty's rightleg so that Joe and I had a perfect view of his cock slamming intoher. In just a few frantic minutes first Marty came again and thenBob's body stiffened as he pushed himself deep into her and heldhimself there. My wife's vagina had just been filled with a load ofa stranger's hot cum."OK, Cal. Now it's time for us to help Bob finish the job," Joesaid as he stood up and began stripping off his clothes. I numblygot up and followed his example. As soon we were both naked weslipped out the door and into the massage room. In the light Iinstantly noticed that Joe sported a monster tool that was at leastan inch or two longer than Bob's and was as black as coal.Marty saw us enter the room and momentarily panicked."Oh Cal!" she exclaimed as she sat up and tried to cover herselfwith her hands. "I don't know what came over me. I just...""Don't worry about it, sweetheart," I assured her as I walked upand gave her a kiss. "Bob and Joe and I are here to make sure thatthis is one birthday present that you'll never forget."While I spoke Joe took Bob's place between my wife's thighs. Shehad tried to pull her legs together but Joe firmly spread them backapart and moved up placing the dark head of his cock at theentrance to Marty's love tunnel. I stared at his large appendage ashe got it into position and then slowly forced it in. Marty waswatching too. I don't think she believed what was happening toher...or how large Joe's cock was. Once Marty had taken in severalinches of Joe's cock, she laid back down on the table and startedenjoying being fucked.At first she began moaning, this time much more loudly than before.Then she began telling Joe to "fuck me. Fuck me with that thing.Fuck me, Joe." Fortunately I don't think there were any otherclients in the club by this time or they would have gotten theirears filled with sounds of raw lust. I'd never heard my wife beingso vocal before. Joe had worked most of his pole into Marty but hedidn't try to go too far. Then he gently started rocking in andout. I watched as her lips stretched in and out following hismotion. The sight of that dark cock entering my wife's pink cuntwas the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I'd heard about thisexperience before but always doubted the stories as pure bullshit.Now I knew. The reality was even more of a turnon than they'd said.It didn't take Joe long to cum. As I watched I saw his cock beginto pulse and then I saw cum oozing out of Marty's cunt around Joe'scock. He and Bob had filled her to overflowing. He held himselfthere for a minute or two before pulling out. His cock was stillhuge and hard. I debated whether to take a turn now myself, but wasafraid that Marty was temporarily stretched so large that neitherof us would feel anything. I decided to wait until later.Joe took charge of the "massage" at this point. He instructed Martyto suck him until he was hard again. She eagerly complied althoughshe could only get a little more than the head of his cock in hermouth. He got hard quickly anyhow. The sight of my wife sucking onthat big black lollipop kept me hard. Only Bob was showing signs ofdrooping."There is still one more part of you that hasn't been massaged,"Joe said to my wife, "and we're going to take care of that rightnow." He then arranged us so that the three of us men could fillall of Marty's openings at once. I laid on my back on the tablewith Marty lying on her back on top of me. Using the cum and juicesfrom her cunt along with a little KY jelly as lubricant, I got tofuck my wife's virgin asshole. Marty sucked Bob while Joe againfilled her cunt. Because of our positions, Bob's cock was enteringmy wife's mouth just inches from my face."No one quits until everyone has cum," was Joe's final instructionto all of us. Given the tightness of the opening I was using alongwith the view of my wife sucking another man's cock just inchesfrom me and the fact that I hadn't cum yet the first time, I knewI couldn't last too long. I closed my eyes and held on until I feltJoe cumming. Marty had already cum once so I decided to let it go.I shot the first ever load of hot cum into my wife's rectum.When I was finished I reopened my eyes and watched carefully asMarty sucked and licked Bob's large hard cock. It was an incrediblesight. She is very talented at giving head and it didn't take muchlonger for her to succeed. I watched eagerly as Bob's cock shot itsload of cum down Marty's throat. Within just a few seconds my wifehad taken loads of cum in her cunt, her throat and her ass. WhenBob was done Marty collapsed on me. Joe slowly climbed off and Bobstepped away. They both disappeared, I guess to get dressed."Happy birthday, my sexy wife," I whispered in Marty's ear. "I hopeyou enjoyed your present.""Cal, darling, it was wonderful," she whispered. "I can't imagineanything better."Marty rested for several minutes before getting up."You are welcome to take another shower or even a sauna if you'dlike," Joe said as he stuck his head in the door."Thanks, but I think I'll just get dressed and go home," Martyreplied. "I feel like sitting in the tub for a while and thenjumping into bed."After a few more minutes recovery Marty and I went off to retrieveour clothes and get dressed. I went to the office while Martyfinished dressing.Bob had apparently already left for home so Joe was waiting therealone. I reached in my wallet and pulled out two fifty dollar billswhich I held out to Joe. "One of these is for you and one is forBob," I said."Oh, no, we couldn't accept that, Cal," Joe said. "We had as muchfun as you and your wife did. We don't get many chances to do whatwe did tonight...I mean three men with a woman. Your wife is onevery sexy woman. We'd sure like to have her join our club. Do youthink she might be interested?""I don't know," I answered honestly. "Marty really surprised metonight. I had no idea that she'd do anything like this. In fact Ihad no idea that something like this might happen.""You're k**ding," Joe said in surprise. "You mean Pat didn't tellyou what a full-body massage was?""Well, she claimed that it just was a regular massage with a fewlittle extras and was very relaxing. She specifically denied thatit was anything sexual," I replied."Wow. Well, she sure knows better. I wonder why she didn't tell thetruth," Joe continued."I don't know. She probably didn't think I'd go for it if I knew.To be honest, she'd have been right about that."Just then Marty came through the door. "Oh, I wondered where youall were," she said as she spotted us, "but where's Bob?""He had to go home and study," Joe replied. "He said somethingabout having a big test tomorrow.""Well, I hope you'll tell him how terrific I thought he was. Youand he were the most wonderful birthday present I've ever had.""Why don't you stop in again and tell Bob that yourself," Joesuggested. "We'd love to have you join our 'Massage Club'. Then youcould enjoy Bob's special massages as often as you'd like. I andthe other guys here would also be happy to pitch in help Bobanytime you'd like...and, of course, Cal would be welcome to watchor help too.""Oh, I don't think I could do that," Marty said hesitantly. "I meanit sounds like a lot of fun, but I couldn't mess around like that.It just wouldn't be right. I couldn't expect Cal to accept anythinglike that," Marty went on as she looked at me."That's part of your present," I lied boldly as I looked over atJoe and winked. I certainly didn't have anything like that in mindwhen I first came here, but seeing my wife being serviced by othermen's cocks was the most erotic experience of my life. If Martyasked, I'd have to confess that what I'd just agreed to was as muchfor my own pleasure as it was for hers.Marty came over and gave me a big kiss. "Cal, do you really meanthat?""I sure do.""Thank you darling. Thank you for the best birthday present I'veever had.""You're welcome," I replied, "but don't forget that this wholething was your sister's idea.""Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten about that," Marty said as a lookof shock spread across her face. "I remember you mentioning thatearlier, but does that mean that Pat has come here and gottenlaid?""I don't know about the 'gotten laid' bit, but she did tell me thatshe'd been here once. Joe said that she is a member of the club,isn't that right, Joe?""Yes, she is," Joe confirmed. "I didn't mean to reveal any familysecrets though. I figured since she'd sent you here, she'd told youthe whole story. I guess she hadn't.""So tell me, Joe," Marty pressed. "Does that mean she's beengetting laid here or not?""Oh yes, she has," he replied. "Pat's been coming in here two orthree times a month for the last six months or so. In fact she'scoming in again Monday as I recall.""Very interesting," my wife mused. "Does her husband come in withher?""No. She always comes in alone.""Does he know?" Marty asked."I don't think so," Joe replied. "She's mentioned a couple of timeshow much she wishes that he would come along once and watch. Itsort of sounds like she'd love to have an audience.""Heavens, he could never do anything like that. He's such a prude.I'm surprised he even suggested a regular massage for her. Thatdoesn't sound like Jerry at all. He'd have a heart attack if heknew what she was doing here," my wife continued. "Look, it'sgetting pretty late. I've got to take a pee and then I think we'dbetter get home."While Marty went to the bathroom, I told Joe that I'd be in onMonday to take care of any paperwork for the club signup. I alsoasked him to check to see if Pat was coming in Monday."Yup, here it is," he announced. "She's going to be here at tenMonday morning.""Hmmmm, maybe I'll come in a little after ten then myself.""You want to watch?" Joe asked."Yeah, and I wouldn't mind helping again either," I said with agrin."Well, she's your sister-in-law," Joe said as he shrugged hisshoulders and grinned. "You'd either have a helluva lot of fun orbe in a helluva lot of trouble. I'll tell you though she's a prettydamn good lay. It seems to run in the family."Just then Marty came back into the room and we left for home. Whenwe got there Marty ran a tub full of water and spent a half-hoursoaking. It took that long for her to feel like she'd gottencleaned up."I loved it tonight, but somehow having all of those cocks shootingcum in me made me feel kinda dirty," she explained. "I guess it'smore mental than anything but somehow the bath helped. Thank youagain for such a wonderful gift. I love you.""I love you too. Many more birthdays...and many more birthdaypresents," I replied as we drifted off to sleep.The next night we went over to Jerry and Pat's house to celebrateMarty's birthday again. Pat fixed a nice dinner, and the four of usspent the evening talking amiably about the usual family things.The subject of what I got Marty for her birthday came up, but Martyglossed over it by saying that I'd given her the same thing Jerrygave Pat for their last anniversary. That seemed to satisfy Jerry,but after dinner I found myself alone in the kitchen with Pat."So tell me Cal, how did Marty like her present?""You really ought to ask her, but it seemed to me that she reallyliked it. I must thank you for the idea although you really didn'ttell me the whole truth about what was involved.""What do you mean by that?" Pat responded with a grin."As if you don't know," I replied. "She got royally screwed justlike you do every time you go there.""Oh really," Pat answered coyly. "Now whatever gave you that idea?""Joe and Bob both said that you are a great piece of ass. In factthey said it runs in the family."At this comment Pat seemed stunned and began to blush severalshades of red."Look Cal, Jerry has no idea what goes on there or that I've gonethere more than that first time. I figure that as long as I'mdiscreet about it, he's not going to get hurt. I don't want to ruinmy marriage.""Pat, don't worry about it. Neither Marty nor I have any intentionsof jeopardizing your marriage. In fact we're both grateful to youfor the spice that your suggestion added to ours."My assurance appeared to calm Pat and as she looked up at me witha twinkle in her eyes and said "good, because if a word of this isbreathed to my husband you can kiss these goodbye." As she spokeshe reached down and grabbed a handful of my crotch. She squeezedhard enough to make me wince before letting go.I wasn't about to let such an act go unchallenged. As Pat turned towalk away I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back.Putting my hand to my mouth I said "these two lips will be sealedif I get to taste these two." I reached down and rubbed her pussythrough her skirt and panties."Ooohhh," she murmured as I continued my massage. "You want to eatme? That almost sounds like an offer I can't refuse. I'll have tothink about it." Pat reached up and gave me a quick kiss beforescurrying into the other room.Nothing more happened or was said about massages or the like untilwe were leaving Pat and Jerry's house. Then as Pat gave me acustomary goodbye kiss she whispered "I'll let you know." I wasquite surprised and delighted by her comment.Pat Collins can easily be recognized as my wife's sister. She isslightly taller...maybe an inch, two years older and has blondeshoulder length hair. The resemblance between the two is remarkableeven for sisters. Needless-to-say since I think Marty is very sexyI feel the same way about Pat. What seemed to be happening was veryexciting. I hoped I was reading the situation right. I certainlydidn't want to create a bad family scene by trying to seduce adisinterested sister-in-law.As soon as we got in the car Marty shocked me with a very directquestion."So are you going to fuck my sister?" she asked. Her tone didn'tseem to indicate that she was upset about the idea which surprisedme almost as much as the question itself."I don't know. Should I?" I asked as I tried to figure out wherethis conversation was going."Don't know why not," was my wife's surprising answer. "What thehell. After what I did last night, I sure can't object. Just bevery discreet about it though. OK?""Oh absolutely!" I agreed. "I sure wouldn't want Jerry mad at meeither. I'll bet he can get pretty nasty when he wants to.""Yes, he can," my wife confirmed."It's really too bad that he's such a stick-in-the mud," Icommented. "If he was more open-minded, he'd find out what a kickit is to watch his wife getting laid. It's almost as much fun asdoing it yourself. I'm sure Pat wouldn't care if he had a canlı bahis littleextramarital fun now and then if he'd let her do the same.""You're right. She's told me that herself. In fact she says shesort of wishes he would have an affair so she could catch him atit. Then they could work something out. By the way, do you reallythink watching is that much fun?""Sweetheart, it's incredible. I could never have imagined what akick it was to see you being seduced last night. I got more andmore excited as I watched Bob play with your breasts and yourpussy. Then when Bob's big cock slipped into you the first time Ialmost came. The whole experience was just fantastic. Last nightwas a real eye opener. I guess we both have Pat to thank for that.""Gee, if it's that exciting maybe I should find a way to do itsometime," Marty replied. "I don't want to miss out on something asgreat as you say it is.""By the way, what made you ask me about fucking Pat? Did shesuggest something to you?""She told me what happened in the kitchen. She wanted to know if itwas OK with me if she and you got together. I told her I didn'tmind.""That settles it then," I said."Settles what?" my wife asked."Well, last night I told Joe I would stop in Monday morning to getyou signed up in the club. Then Joe told me that Pat has anappointment Monday morning for a massage. I suggested that I mightcome in just after her appointment started and watch. He agreed tolet me do it. I was really only k**ding because I didn't want tomake Pat upset if she found out I was there. I guess that won't bea problem.""No, in fact I'm sure Pat would really like it. I have a betteridea though. I'll come with you and watch too. Then after Bob getsdone with her, you and Joe can go in and surprise her like you didme. I'll watch all of you doing it. That would be a real show.""That's a fantastic idea!" I exclaimed. I couldn't wait for Mondaymorning.Well, let me tell you, the next week started with a bang. In factit started with several of them. Marty and I did go to the healthclub together Monday morning. When we arrived Pat was in the showerand about to begin her massage. Joe was somewhat startled when hesaw that Marty was with me. Any concern he had dissipated, however,when Marty told him she was there to watch too."I want to see my sister get the same treatment that you three guysgave me Friday night. Are you up to it?""Hell yes!" Joe replied. "What kind of dumbass question is that?This thing is always up to it," he bragged as he rubbed his crotch.Then he led us to the "gallery". After he let us in, he left for aminute before returning and joining us. I found out later that he'dgone to tell Bob which room to use and to tell him about the planto repeat last Friday night's performance. Joe returned to sit withus just before Bob brought Pat back to the massage room.Pat was wearing a robe as she entered the room, but she dropped itas soon as she was inside the door. There a few feet away was mysister-in-law in the buff. Nude she looked even more like Marty,except that her beaver was untrimmed and therefore her slit wascompletely hidden by dark brown hair. Her breasts looked exactlylike Marty's including the small brown nipples. They even seemed tobe the same size."Hmmm, she has almost as great a body as you do, my dear," I saidsoftly to Marty. "I wonder if she knows how to use it as well, andI wonder if her pussy tastes as good.""Just hold your horses mister," she replied. "You'll find out soonenough."As Pat laid down in preparation for her massage, Bob stripped offhis shorts and stood before her and us completely nude with hisover-sized tool already standing at attention."Oooohh, he sure has a nice one," Marty murmured.Before he began, Bob looked our way and gave us a "thumbs-up" sign.I had expected to see him begin by giving Pat the sort of massageI'd seen him give Marty. Instead he gave her a quick backrub and aquick rub of her arms before moving down to do her thighs. In lessthan five minutes the massage part of Pat's appointment was overand Bob was busy eating her pussy."Get that thing of yours around here so I can suck on it," we allclearly heard Pat instruct Bob. Marty jumped when she heard hersister's voice so clearly through the sound system."Oh, so you can listen as well as watch," she said approvingly."That's even more exciting."Bob did as he was told and swung his lower body up over Pat on thetable. Most of his tool quickly disappeared in her mouth. Shesucked him with great enthusiasm. Again she reminded me of my wife."Did she teach you how to do this or did you teach her?" I asked mywife."She taught me. She's older and she started doing it first. Why? Doyou think I had a good teacher?""You must have," I replied, "but I can't wait to try the teacher."With only a few minutes of foreplay, Bob swung around again and gotready to mount Pat. Marty and I watched intently as Bob guided hisgiant cock into position at the opening of Pat's heaven. As thoughshe knew we were there, Pat pulled her legs up onto Bob's shouldersgiving us a perfect view of his cock as it slipped into her. It wasa wonderful sight, and I heard Marty sigh softly as it happened.Bob began to slowly pump in and out of Pat's cunt. I could see herpussy lips protruding each time they followed Bob's large cock onthe outward stroke. Then they disappeared again when he plungedback in. He slowly but steadily increased the tempo. Pat lookedlike she was thoroughly enjoying her "massage"."Let me up," we heard Pat say as she reached up and held Bob'sshoulders. He withdrew and got up on his knees while my sister-in-law turned over and got on her hands and knees. Then he movedforward again forcing his cock back into Pat's inviting hole. Nowthe pace quickened sharply. He was soon pumping in and our veryquickly and we could see his balls as they slapped against Pat'sass with every stroke. Pat reached back with one hand while shesupported herself with the other. She began to massage her clit andalso started moaning.The moans grew louder and more intense until suddenly we heard"Ahhhggh. Ooohhhh. Oh!" Pat had just reached her first orgasm. Iwanted to keep count thinking she would probably set a new recordfor herself this morning. I was right. She came eight times. Shetold me later that she'd never cum more than five times before. Ofcourse she'd never been done by three cocks at once either.Bob paused only briefly while Pat caught her breath. Then heresumed his frantic ramming of Pat's cunt."Better get undressed, Cal," Joe warned as he stood up and strippedoff his warm-up suit. "I think it's almost our turn."My heart skipped a few beats as I prepared to take my turn with mywife's sister. I had just enough time to get ready when I heard Bobgrunt loudly and push forward on Pat's body. She was being filledwith her first load of cum for the morning.Joe led me out of the gallery, but before I opened the door to themassage room where Pat's cunt awaited, he whispered "I'll be in ina minute. I've got something I need to do first. Go ahead and getstarted."Bob was expecting us to enter and had stayed in place over Pat sothat she couldn't see the door. As I crept up to the table he movedaside leaving me with a clear view of Pat's swollen and drippingpussy directly in front of me. I could even see some of Bob's cumrunning down from her vagina and along her pink slit. It was amarvelous sight.Pat still seemed oblivious to what was happening at my end of thetable, and I was able to climb up and have my face buried in hercunt before she knew what was happening. Even then she didn'timmediately realize the change."Oh, Bob, that feels marvelous," she exclaimed as I started runningmy tongue up and down and around her slit. The taste of her juicesmixed with Bob's cum was quite a surprise. I had expected to notlike it, but instead found it to be a strong aphrodisiac. My cockwas so hard it hurt. Since Joe hadn't returned yet I decided tomount Pat and give her a few pokes first myself. This way at leasther cunt wouldn't be as stretched as Marty's was the other night.As I climbed up over her body and slid into her, Pat suddenly sawmy reflection in the mirror."Cal. Oh my gawd! What are you doing here?""I'm fucking you, Pat," I replied. "What does it look like I'mdoing?"I wondered what Marty was thinking as I started fucking her sister.I hoped she found watching as much fun as I had.Pat didn't struggle or even protest my presence. Instead shequickly started rocking her body back and forth meeting my strokes.Again using her own fingers on her clit, she made herself cum oncemore while I kept up my pumping. I was so turned on by thisscenario that I lasted only a few minutes. Then I pumped a secondload into Pat's hot and now very wet cunt.I hardly had time to get out of the way before Joe was up on thetable and had planted his own tool deep in Pat's loins. She gaspedwhen she felt him enter. Now she was truly filled and she couldfeel it. I watched as her head bobbed up and down as Joe poundedrelentlessly into her. Pat let this go on for a few minutes beforetelling him she wanted to change. She laid down again on her backas Joe reentered her in the traditional missionary position. Iwatched them for a minute before I realized that Pat's head was atthe perfect height to give me a blowjob. I moved over in front ofher and pulled her head toward me."Suck me hard again, Pat," I commanded. "I want to get this thinghard and then I'm going to ram it into your ass."I'm not sure that Pat was thinking clearly enough to realize whatI'd just said, but she didn't offer any objection. Instead sheobediently began to suck my limp dick. I could feel my cockresponding almost instantly. The teacher was indeed as good as herstudent. I looked over at the glass mirror in Marty's direction andgave her the high sign.Joe was able to fuck Pat for several minutes before he finallycame. When he'd pumped a third load into her, we all took a fewminutes to catch our breath. When we were rested Joe choreographeda repeat of last Friday's action with Marty. Twenty minutes laterPat had been filled with three more loads of cum. I'd had the honorof initiating her virgin asshole just as I'd done with Marty. Bobhad cum in her mouth and Joe came again in her cunt. Like Marty theother night, Pat looked very well fucked. She laid on top of me fora few minutes until I slipped out from under her. Then she remainedon the table moaning and mumbling about how great it had been.I was just thinking about going back into the gallery to get myclothes and see how Marty had liked the show, when she came throughthe door."Alright," she began. "Is there anyone in here with enough left todo me one more time. I've worn this one out." She was apparentlyreferring to a young guy who was right behind her. He was Ken, amasseur that Joe had brought back to keep Marty company when he andI went in to help Bob."Marty! What are you doing here?" Pat exclaimed when she looked upand saw her sister standing there naked...and also reasonably wellfucked. Pat probably couldn't see the stream of Ken's cum that wasrunning down the inside of my wife's thigh."Same thing you are...or were, s*s. Ken here has just fucked metwice but I still could use another one. Doesn't look like youcould handle many more though.""You're right about that," Pat admitted. "This woman is fuckedout...but don't anybody worry. I'll be back. I'll be back soonerthan you think."Joe surveyed the room. Every cock there was still looking verylimp. "Gee, I'm sorry Marty. It looks like we're going to have toowe you one...that is unless you want to wait a bit.""Well, all right then," Marty replied. "I guess I'd better getready for work then. I'm already almost an hour later than I'dplanned to be." Marty headed off toward the showers with the restof us a few steps behind.This all happened nearly six months ago. Since then Marty and Pathave made regular visits to the club and have not only enjoyed manyrepeat performances with Joe, Bob and Ken, but they've also been"massaged" by Jack, Bill and Larry who are new masseurs recentlyhired by Joe.Aside from our club adventures Pat, Marty and I have played a fewtimes at our house. Pat has really gotten to love anal sex so shecomes over just so she and I can do that together. Marty doesn'thave any problem with my having sex with her sister and even makesthe arrangements most of the time. She doesn't like anal sex somuch although she does it once in a while on special occasions...like the times at the club when she does three men at once.About a month ago one Pete Daniels, of the guys I play golf with,mentioned that he wanted to get something really special for hiswife, Peggy, for her fortieth birthday. I see Peggy quite often atthe golf course and she's a knockout. I immediately suggested afull-body massage and specifically recommended the Millfield HealthClub. Pete and Peggy are real health enthusiasts, and he thought itwas a great idea. She must have enjoyed her first massage becauseshe joined the club.Pete doesn't seem to have any idea what his sexy wife is doing eachTuesday afternoon at the club, but I know first-hand. Joe was sodelighted to get this new client that he invited me to watch whenshe came in last week. It was quite a thrill to see this sexy wellbuild blonde getting fucked by Jack and Ken. Peggy is a real sexmachine and made the two of them beg for mercy before they quit. Igot really turned on when I first saw her shaved pussy. I've neverseen one of those before in person, and the sight of two largecocks slipping between her bare lips was incredibly erotic.I've seen Peggy a couple of times since at the golf course and havethought about asking if she enjoyed her birthday present. Sometimewhen I can talk to her when Pete isn't around I'm going to do it.I want to see the look on her face. I suspect from the way Joe saidshe acted the first time there...she told Bob that she didn't needa towel and she didn't want to waste any time on needlesspreliminaries...that she plays around. I sure wouldn't object ifshe wanted to play around with me.This coming Friday, Marty and Pat have a big night planned. Theyare both going in for massages. In order to let me watch them boththey've agreed that Pat will go first and when she's done, Martywill have her turn. In order to give them each an "all-holes"massage Joe has called on two of his friends to help. He told methat one of them is really hung...about like Joe. The other iscloser to average like me. The two of them and Joe will do Marty.Pat will enjoy the efforts of Ken, Jack and Bill. She's done eachof them before but never all at once. For me it will be the firsttime that I've watched either of them in this arrangement. Everyother time I've been part of it, and I decided it would be fun onceto just watch the action. We are all looking forward to anotherexciting "massage" night.