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I have been asked this question several times and I always side stepped it like a polished politician. Then one night after several glasses of wine and chatting on here I disclosed MY SECRET  privately to a fellow Tumblr and it felt so good. The weight I had carried was lifted so I thought I would finally share in a post. Now I am not good at writing or story telling so don’t be critical:

I was at my girlfriends house warming party, she was one of my best friends who I met through my husband, I was there with one of my other gf’s I work with. My husband had stayed home to babysit as we often rotate going out with our friends. The party had been going on for several hours and everyone was having fun and just bouncing around talking. One of my other Co-workers had arrived,his name was Carlos, and he had been working at our job for about 2 months. In that short time he had made his rounds with several of the girls in the office. He was arrogant and I always associated it with his age,he was 23 years old, and I never understood how these other girls always seem so memorized by him. He was young and fit but so cocky and full of himself so when talking with one of my Gf’s and finding out she too had hooked up with him I was shocked. Well he eventually started to always flirt with me and I always shot him down and reminded him that I was quite happy being married the last 15 years and he had no chance. He soon backed off but would always comment in passing that he was going to ,”Tap this married ass” and I would love it. It soon just became part of everyday office banter. 

So Carlos arrived and we were grouped up and in the living room talking and making jokes about anything when he walked passed me and asked me where my husband was tonight, so I told him not thinking much of it and continued talking. Then he leaned over and whispered just so I could hear him and said tonights the night I fuck you and you are going to love it. I just laughed and said in your dreams. 

It was about 930pm and I had walked upstairs to the loft area to get some privacy to phone home and tell my husband that everything was good and check on him. We were talking and he was telling me I was interrupting his game of Black Ops so I needed to make it quick. I was completely unaware that Carlos had followed me upstairs, then I felt him walk up behind me and before I could even react he had his hand down my top and was rubbing my breasts, I quickly put my hand on his to stop him. This is when and I cannot explain, I stopped. I was on the phone still with my husband and here is this arrogant young guy rubbing my breasts and kissing the back of my neck and I didn’t stop him. I must of let out a moan because my husband asked if everything was okay and I assured him it was. Then it all happened so fast, I really don’t know how but it did. I was still speaking on my phone and I felt  Carlos hand reach up under my skirt and start rubbing my pussy, he whispered in my ear , “ You like this don’t you” I just nodded my head yes and told my husband I needed to get back to the party. As I heard him talking ,I felt myself get thrown down and before I could really comprehend what was happening I felt Carlos licking and nibbling on my pussy! 

I had not known when he pulled my panties completely off or when I opened my legs up to allow him to slide his face deep to start eating me but I was moaning and needed to get off the phone. I hung up and started to try and stop him but it felt so good feeling his tongue licking and thrusting into my pussy, I was so wet and I just pulled my skirt up over my face to hide my face. He must of picked up on it and he said, “You like this don’t you, you want me to keep going?” I did not answer and he stopped and slowly rubbed my pussy and told me he would stop unless I admitted I wanted him to keep licking my pussy. Once again I don’t know why but I not only asked but said,” Please don’t stop”

He turned me over on my stomach and continued rubbing and licking my pussy, then he stopped and I heard him unzip his jeans and pull them down. I immediatley thought, no I can’t let this happen. I turned around and said we have to sto…that was all I got out of my mouth. There Carlos was, standing naked with his abs showing but what caught my eye was the size of him. OMG it was the biggest and thickest thing I have ever seen. He was just smiling at me as I looked up to him and he said ,” Go to it, you know what to do”

Once again I don’t know what came over me but I dropped to my knees and started to make love to his dick with my mouth like I have never done before. This was the first strange dick I have had in my mouth that wasn’t my husbands and I was so into it. I could not get my hands around the thickness and it was so long. Carlos then pulled me up and laid me on my back. I knew what was coming next and I wasn’t stopping him, matter of fact I opened up my legs and invited him in by sliding my hands down his back to his ass and pulled him in close. I felt the tip sliding up and down my wet pussy, he pushed a little but I was struggling with the size, he whispered that he would have to go slow for me to adjust to his size and I just nodded my head yes and said don’t stop. 

Then I heard Stephanie(my friend who I met through my husband), she was calling my name and walking up the stairs, I pushed Carlos off me and jumped up real quick. Carlos ducked into the closet and shortly thereafter she appeared asking if everything was okay. I told her I was just checking in with my husband and using the bathroom upstairs. We both walked downstairs together and I was still dripping wet and panty less under my skirt as I never found my thong the rest of the night. 

It was my own fault. It was my idea. Be careful what you ask for, you may get EXACTLY what you wanted...and more!

This past Thanksgiving, my wife Julie asked me, "Well my darling, what do you want for Christmas?"

I was ready for the question and had been pondering it for a few weeks, so I replied without hesitation, "A boudoir album from a reputable photographer with you as the model."

There was a rather lengthy pause before she responded. "Okay. And what, pray tell, do you consider a 'reputable' photographer?"

"Nope. I leave all the details to you. I just want the boudoir album. Make sure it's sexy."

She just stared at me. Maybe "glared" is a more appropriate word. Julie is rather shy. She never dresses in a way that exposes too much. Even at the beach she wears conservative one-piece swimwear. Of course, she's still drop-dead gorgeous and turns lots of heads.

"We'll see," was all she said in reply.

As the weeks went by, I noticed a sullenness about the way Julie was acting. She was easily provoked to anger and just as easily reduced to tears over trivial issues. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she seemed somewhat withdrawn from the world. I took note of this behavioral shift at the time, but just put it off as a passing phase, perhaps related to the upcoming holiday which can often lead to some depression.

As with every year, Christmas morning arrived all too soon. We got up and went straight to the tree to start opening presents. Julie seemed nervous. I was anxious. Did she go through with it? How far did she go in letting a photographer take sexy boudoir photos? Did she do it at all?

Finally, she sheepishly handed me a nicely wrapped present in bright red. It was obviously a book of some sort. Like a five-year old child, I ripped open the present and stared in wonder at the decorative cover of a photo book. With shaking hands, I opened the cover to reveal a title page with these words in bright red block letters: "For my Loving Husband. Remember that I Love You and I always will."

Pensively, and still shaking, I turned the page. There were six photos printed on each page. It was like a coffee table style book; professionally printed and bound, not photo inserts. I was highly impressed with the quality of the book as well as the sexy female whose glorious form filled the thick book. On the first few pages, Julie was dressed in a black evening dress, sleeveless and flowing to just above her knees. She was wearing sheer black hose and black shoes with about a three inch heal. The poses were tasteful, yet sexy. Some of the sexier poses displayed modest cleavage or a great deal of her luscious thigh. The look on Julie's face progressed from uncertainty to playful laughter as the sequence unfolded.

The final photo on one of the pages in the evening dress sequence gave me a shock and a thrill, though most people would have probably thought it rather tame. Julie was bent over at the waist with her backside to the camera. Her hands were on her hips and she was looking back over her left shoulder, her face revealing laughter. She had hiked up her dress in the back so you could just see the beginning of the curvature of her nicely rounded, hose covered butt. I felt an immediate stirring in my loins.

I looked up at Julie and smiled. She looked nervous, wordlessly biting her lower lip. I flipped the page.

Oh my! I couldn't believe it. There before me was a sequence of Julie hiking her skirt up. Each photo revealed a bit more of her panty clad ass, covered with the sheer black hose, until her skirt was bunched around her waist. I was amazed at the amount of courage it must have taken for her to do that in front of another person.

"Was the photographer a man or a woman?" I asked.

She hesitated for a second before answering with a shaky voice, "a, a man." My dick went rigid in the knowledge that I had succeeded in my desire to have my wife show off her body to another man. My pride swelled along with my member.

Still with her back to the photographer, the photos on the next page started with her pulling the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra. By the last photo, the dress was completely bunched around her waist revealing her bare back. The following page contained a series of photos as she turned to face the photographer, her hands covering her small B-cup breasts and her face showing a nervous smile.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Marcel."

Without looking up, I turned the page to see photographs of her uncovered breasts. In the first photo her arms were down by her sides and she looked nervous, but the series saw her demeanor change until in the last photo, her hands were on her hips and she had a confident smile on her face. My underwear was getting wet from all the precum leaking out of my stiffy.

Again, I looked up at Julie. "Do you like?" She asked.

I managed to croak out, "Y-yes." My throat was dry. I flipped the page. Next was a series as she tucked her thumbs in the waist of her hose and then peeled them down to her ankles. She was, of course, bent over at the waist as she pushed the hose down her legs and her breasts looked tantalizing in their firm curvature. Next page: the photographer had changed position and was now behind her. She was still bent over and was removing the hose from her feet. A thick sliver of black string ran between her butt cheeks and a small patch of black material covered her pussy. A small amount of blond pubic hair could be seen at the edges. In the last photo, Julie was peeking around her right, smiling at the camera...or was she smiling at the photographer?

Another flip of the page chronicled Julie removing the thong panties, again from the rear. First she was standing upright with thumbs hooked over the strings around her waist, then bending down to remove them, full bush on display under nicely rounded buttocks. Again, she looked back at the camera/photographer with a smile in the last photo on the page. I had to adjust myself as my dick was straining at my briefs.

"Are you okay?" Julie asked.

In reply, I removed my shorts and underwear and let my raging hard-on pop free. The head of my cock was glistening with precum. "Does this answer your question?" She smiled, knelt on the floor between my legs, and rested her arms on my thighs.

I kept looking through the book. There were photo sets in (and out of) lingerie, a man's white button-down shirt, and a slingshot bikini. Julie became more embolden and empowered with each set. There were poses displaying all her charms. There were full frontal nudes. One of my favorites showed her standing in front of a window with her right hand on her thigh, her left hand on her waist, her head slightly cocked to the left side, and a bright smile on her face. There were photos of her laying on her front with her tight, round ass on full display. Then she was laying on her back and her bush was clearly visible. She was squatting with her knees together, then she parted them, and I could see a little of her pussy lips peeking through the pubes. She was smiling in all these photos, sometimes it looked like she was laughing.

All this time, Julie was softly rubbing my cock, occasionally peeking over the top of the book to see which photos I was looking at. I detected a rather nervous look each time our eyes met.

The photos became ever more risqué as I continued to flip the pages. She was now posing in a lounge chair in a classic "M" position. Her pussy lips were engorged and looked slightly moist. Now she's laying on a sofa, with her right arm behind her head and her left hand on her mound, her fingers just touching her clitoris. The look on her face is hard to describe, except to say it oozed sexual energy. Then she buried her middle finger up to the second knuckle in her pussy. Finally, she was licking that same finger.

I looked into Julie's nervous eyes and just said, "Wow!" She grinned at me and then proceeded to lick the top of my penis. It was starting to get hot in the room, so I removed my shirt to help cool off a bit.

I flipped the page and things became surreal. Now she was on a bed with white sheets and had what appeared to be a glass dildo in her mouth while her fingers danced around her open pussy. Now the dildo is against her clit, then the tip is at her moist opening, finally a series of photos as the dildo penetrates deeper and deeper in her cunt until it's buried to the end. Her face is glowing with sexual energy, her eyes are closed, and her lips are pursed. In the last photo of the series, she lifted her hips off the bed and a man's hand had grasped the end of the dildo that's buried in her pussy.

I swallowed hard but did not look at Julie. She was busy with my cock in her mouth anyway. I flipped the page and gasped as I saw a series of photos that, if you could stack them on top of each other and flip through them, you would see the dildo being plunged in and out of her pussy by that third party's hand while she held her hips up high with her own hands.

The first few photos on the next page were several views of my lovely bride sprawled on her back with her legs bent and spread wide. She was holding her thighs close to her body with her arms wrapped around her shins. In one photo she was kissing her right knee. Her pussy was gaping and wet. A small bead of white liquid could be seen about to descend from her vagina to her sphincter. In the final two photos she had lowered her legs straight out and placed her left hand on her pubic mound. The view was from near her feet in the first photo, but from near her head in the second. In that second photo, her wedding and engagement rings were prominently displayed. As sexy as she looked in that photo, I blew my load in Julie's mouth for a different reason. Out of focus in the background was a naked man with his penis in his hand as if he were masturbating while looking at my wife's exposed and open vagina. Perhaps he really was.

"Wow! What brought that on?" Julie asked wiping sperm from her lips with her fingers and licking them off.

I just flipped the book around and pointed to the last photo. "Who is that?" I asked.

Julie stared at the photo with wide eyes. Then they began moisten with tears. She tried to take the book out of my hands, but I held a firm grip. "Who is that?" I repeated softly.

"That photo shouldn't be in there." She remarked with a tear running down her left cheek.

"Oh, but it IS there," I said incredulously. "Tell me who that is."

"He's Marcel's assistant, Craig," she said sheepishly.

"Was he there for the entire shoot?"

"Yes." She said as she sniffled and wiped the tear from her chin.

I looked closely at the photo again. Even out of focus, the fact that it was a man holding his own erect penis was fully evident. "At what point did he get naked?" I asked.

Julie started crying softly. "Um, Marcel thought it would add an erotic touch to have a naked man in one of the photos, so he asked Craig to take his clothes off and be in the picture as if he were jacking off while watching me."

"What made him get so hard?"

"Marcel had asked me to pose with a prop," Julie sniffled, "and it was, uh, kind of erotic?" It came out as a rhetorical question since she put interrogative emphasis on the word 'erotic.'

I flipped back a page in the book and interrupted her by showing her the page with the hand holding the dildo. "Kind of like these?" I asked sarcastically.

Again, her eyes widened in disbelief. "Those are NOT supposed to be in there!" she cried out and again tried to take the book out of my hands.

"Oh no! This is MY book now! It makes sense that he would get a woody after he just fucked your wet cunt with a dildo." My words were harsh with anger and jealousy. On the other hand, even though I had just ejaculated, my one-eyed monster was starting to stir again. I had a mixture of emotions that I cannot describe as I looked into Julie's tear-filled eyes. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I asked. She broke down completely and quickly left me in the living room, ran up the stairs, across the landing, and into our bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I was left completely dumbfounded, but nonetheless, turned to the next page in the book.

I thought my eyes must be deceiving me! This CANNOT be my wife in these photos. She would never do this, EVER!! Yet, there before me was the photographic evidence. It started with photos of her posing in front of Craig, who was, of course, nude with a semi-hard penis. At first, they were just staring at one another. Next, she had her hand wrapped around his dick, like she was gently pulling him to her. Then she was on her knees., pressing his cock into her cheek. In all the photos her eyes were glued to him and she had a sexy, erotic smile on her face. Her eyes twinkled with lust. The series continued with her sticking out her tongue while holding his cock and pointing it toward her face. Then she touched the tip of his dick with the tip of her tongue. I was instantly rock hard again.

The next several pages contained various poses where she was interacting with Craig's cock, but no penetration. She kissed his cock on the tip and up and down it's sides. She touched it all over with the tip of her tongue. She licked it from the tip to the base and back to the tip. She looked at his cock and she looked up toward his face. She looked at the camera...and smiled.

Next page: she had engulfed the tip of his prick in her mouth. My stomach fluttered and I nearly vomited. I began to weep, and the tears ran down my cheeks. My penis was standing straight up at rigid attention. The next couple of pages had nothing put photos of my innocent wife with a dick in her mouth, from different angles and varying amounts of penetration. In only one shot was his shaft buried until her lips touched his pubic hair and it was obvious that she was on the verge of gagging. In the next photo she exhibited a distinct look of relief as he pulled back some so that she only had the tip in her mouth.

Another page flip and his cock was out of her mouth but there was a stream of seminal fluid connected between his penis and her tongue. The entire page was dedicated to the fluid dripping from his cock and Julie's open mouth. In each photo she had his cock firmly in the grip of her left hand, her rings clearly visible.

With shaking hands, I turned the page again. The next series began with a photo of Julie laying on her back, her upper body supported on her elbows as she gazed slightly upward. Her legs were apart, and Craig was leaning forward between them. Their eyes were locked on each other. His erect penis was pointing at the entrance to heaven. Marcel took photos of this scene from several angles; some close enough to show the scant few inches that separated his dick from her moist and open pussy. Her sexual excitement was on full display as her labia was fully open and so moist that it glistened in the lights.

I knew what had to be next. Julie's reaction a few moments ago spoke volumes. My stomach was knotted. My breathing was shallow. My heart raced. My hands shook so much I could hardly turn the page, but I did; ever so slowly. There it was. A close-up of Craig's erect cock with the head pressed lightly against her pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly closed on the sides of his penis head, the tip of which was touching her clit. I was looking at photographic evidence of the first time a penis other than mine ever touched that glorious pussy. The page was full of this image from various perspectives and at various distances. The look on Julie's face was one of lust as she bit slightly on her lower lip. Instinctively, I reached down and grasped by cock in my left hand. It was wet with my own juices, and I slowly rubbed my hand up and down as I gazed at the eroticism on display before me.

Another flip of the page and I nearly vomited. The page was a series of close-up photos beginning with tip of Craig's penis a mere quarter of an inch from Julie's open pussy. You could see the base of her open legs and the little mole on the inside of her left thigh, near the base of her leg. Then his penis was touching her clitoris. Next, his penis head was half-way in. Then the head was buried inside her. Then his shaft was half-way inside her. Finally, he was completely buried in MY wife's pussy. The last picture on the page showed the full view of Julie straddling Craig's waist. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were behind her head holding her hair. Her B-cup breasts were pert, the areolas were constricted, and the nipples were hardened like pencil erasers. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. In that instant I realized he had not penetrated her. Rather, she had impaled herself on him. He was not fucking her. She was fucking him!

I pinched the head of my cock to keep from erupting. My feelings were so conflicted I thought I was going to pass out. I was horrified. I was angry. I was in emotional agony. I was mesmerized. I was turned on!! I looked up toward the landing that led to our bedroom and I could faintly hear Julie sobbing behind the closed door. I didn't know what else to do, so I kept turning pages.

Page after page revealed Craig and Julie copulating in various positions. She rode him cowgirl, her hands on his chest, the base of his penis visible just under her perfectly rounded ass. She rode him reverse cowgirl with her hands still supporting her on his chest as she leaned back, his shaft jutting upward and disappearing into her puffed pussy. He fucked her doggy style, his body upright while he knelt behind her and his dick ramrod straight as it penetrated her. He fucked her doggy style and leaned over her back, reaching around and between her legs to finger her clitoris while he impaled her. He fucked her in the missionary position. First, she was on the edge of the bed and he was standing between her legs, his cock halfway in, holding her legs up by placing his hands under her knees as she gazed lustfully into his eyes with a half-smile on her face. Then he was laying down on top of her. The edge of the bed was just under her neck and her head hung down slightly. This time her eyes were closed, and her mouth was partly open. She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her hands overlapped just below his neck. Her rings were just visible on her left hand as her right hand rested on her left wrist. His right hand was supporting her head and his left hand rested just above her forehead, clearly showing the absence of any wedding band.

Finally, they lay spooning each other and he fucked her from the side. His face was contorted, eyes closed and mouth open, in the way that indicated he was ejaculating, yet his penis was still buried in her vagina. It occurred to me at that moment he was NOT wearing a condom. Shit! My demure, conservative wife had engaged in unprotected sex with a man she had only met an hour or two before. My world had turned completely upside down. Another turn of the page revealed a series of photos showing a closeup of Julie's pussy with sperm leaking out and progressively running over her labia and down her leg. I ejaculated without even touching myself. The first spurt was so powerful, it hit me under my chin.

I just stared at those photos, cum splattered on my neck, chest, and belly. Julie continued to sob upstairs. Tears were running down my own cheeks, as I turned one more page; the last one. There was Julie, laying sideways on the bed with her hands covering her face. Three photos showed her push herself up from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. The camera followed and snapped two final photos as she ran from the room.

I tossed the book on the coffee table, got up, and went upstairs to get a towel. I wiped the cum from my body and put my clothes on. The sobbing from the bedroom had stopped. It was drizzling outside, but I went for a walk anyway. The cool rain helped me clear my cluttered mind.

I pondered on my own weaknesses when it came to the opposite sex and how easy it is to go farther than you know you should. Julie is only human, and she is a good person. She has been an amazing wife. What is one indiscretion? Besides, it obviously turned me on, or I wouldn't have had such a raging hard-on or cum twice while perusing those depraved photos. As I wrote in the opening to this story, I had asked for it. It was my idea to have sexy photos taken of my precious wife.

When, after about half-an-hour, I returned home, Julie met me at the door. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tracks of her plentiful tears streaked her face. She flung herself onto me and began sobbing again. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled her sweet scent. "I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "I will never, ever do anything like that again. I promise!"

"Yes, you will." I calmly replied. "You may think you regret it right now, and I greatly appreciate that you are thinking that way at this moment. The fact is you are a sexy woman and men desire you. You are also somewhat naïve, or at least you were. Once you start treading down a path of sexual pleasure, however innocent at first, it's almost impossible to stop yourself."

She sniffled and drew back from me. "Come in and get out of those wet clothes," she said in a soft voice, "you'll catch cold." She stripped my clothes from me, retrieved a fresh towel from upstairs and dried me off.

As she rubbed me down with the towel, I continued my monologue. "It's partly my fault. I asked you to pose for sexy photos. I think, deep down, I knew this might happen. Sure, I'm hurt that you did this behind my back. I'm angry that you kept it from me and that I had to find out in this way. I can see that you never intended for me to find out, which leads me to wonder if you've ever had sex with any other men."

She put her hands on either side of my head and stared intently into my eyes. "I swear to you I have never had sex with anyone besides you until that happened! I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would leave me, divorce me. I love you and I don't want to lose you." She began to softly weep. "I know I should have stopped it. It was so wrong. I don't know why I let it continue and before I knew it I was completely swept away in the moment. I just had to experience it. Oh Baby! I'm so, so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything to save our marriage. Please don't leave me!!"

"Look at you," I said. "Now you're all wet from your tears and from my rain-soaked clothes." Now I began to strip off her clothes. In moments we were standing naked in the foyer. I took in the curves of her body, her perfect B-cup breasts, her softly rounded hips, the neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs, and those gorgeously firm thighs. Then I began thinking of how Craig had viewed those same magnificent attributes of the beautiful woman that stood before me; how he had probed her with his hands and with his penis. I was instantly hard again.

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I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special for Valentine?s Day.  She certainly deserved it.  Not only is my little Natalie drop-dead gorgeous (in a girl next door sort of way):  5’ 2; soft, long honey-colored hair; blazing blue eyes; and killer smile, but she is also a terrific lover for me and a great mother for our two kids.  At 30, Nat has worked hard to keep the same firm figure she had when she was a cheerleader in college.  

It’s been an ideal marriage and a big time case of mutual lust since the first time we laid eyes on each other.  We’ve always been faithful to each other and I’m certain Nat has been happy …  especially in the bedroom where we both work hard to keep each other satisfied.  

So one day I’m playing golf with my buddy, Dave, and I mention the Valentines present.  Dave is a successful businessman in his own right. He owns quite a few businesses and some commercial real estate ventures.  

“I got the perfect thing,” he said. “You should get her a gift certificate for a massage at one of my spas! Women go crazy for those things. They love to be pampered and treated special for a day.”  

“And some of these women get so hot they can’t stand it. The full body massage gets ‘em so worked up they either go off right there on the table or run all the way home to jump the old man’s bones!” he laughed.

“How the hell do you know?” I smirked.  

“Security cameras! They’re installed in all the massage rooms. I’ve got big color TVs in a back room and the rooms are wired for sound. Sometimes I sit back there to make sure, you know, there aren’t any problems with the therapists.”  

“Isn’t that illegal?”  

Dave just laughed. “I’m just protecting my ass-ets, buddy boy! I tape the massages to make sure that if anything goes too far and somebody complains. I know what happened and can show it to my attorney. But, so far, we?ve certainly had no complaints,” he chuckled.  

I liked the idea of the massage for Natalie. She had mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day at one of those spas. But I didn’t know what to think about the idea of it making her hot and horny. Somehow I doubted it would or could happen.  

Natalie is no prude. She can get pretty wild when we are behind closed doors, but she is also fairly modest about everything else. She came from a strict, religious family; and although she does have a wicked side. I was pretty sure I was the only one who had ever seen it.  

The more I thought about it, the more I fixated on it. This was the first time I ever thought about my wife getting turned on without me throwing the switch. But I couldn’t help but get a growing thrill from the idea of my little Nat getting seduced and stroked into submission by some faceless stud.  

That night I nearly attacked my poor wife when she came to bed. I couldn’t get the images of her thrashing around on the massage table out of my head. She seemed surprised at my aggressiveness, but matched me stroke for stroke.  

Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep tangled up together. I had a big smile on my face as I held her warm body against mine. Jealousy was no longer a part of my new fantasy.  

“What got into you last night?” Natalie grinned at me over her coffee cup the next morning.  

“I dunno, just getting geared up for Valentine?s Day “Well, if that’s just a preview. I can hardly wait for the main event!” she laughed.  

I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply before I headed out the door. “Gotta go! Got all  kinds of big plans to make.” I winked at her as I left.  

I finally tracked down Dave on his cell phone about mid- morning. “Hey, remember that thing about the massage gift certificate?”  

“Yeah, she’ll love you forever, man.”  

“OK, sounds good,” I heard myself say. “But what if I want to watch? You know, just to make sure everything is cool?”  

Dave busted up big time on the other end. “Man, you just want to get your rocks off with her, don’t you? I’ve seen it a million times, dudes love to see if the wifey can get her buttons pushed by someone else. Don’t worry, it’s no problem. Like I said, I’ve got the whole room wired. You’ll have a ringside seat, and she won’t even know you’re there!”  

Several days later Natalie sat opening her Valentines presents. I’d sprung for the obligatory flowers, some nice jewelry, and some goodies from Victoria’s Secret trinkets I thought she’d like. She seemed genuinely delighted with the stuff and gave me a big kiss after she opened it.  

My plan was to take her to dinner at our favorite restaurant and give her the bonus gift, the massage certificate. The meal and the mood were perfect. As we sat sipping our champagne, I slipped the envelope out of my jacket and slid it over to her.  

Nat’s eyes lit up as she opened the card. She smiled warmly and teared up a little as she read the card, then my hand-written message. She smiled and blew me a kiss and mouthed the words…“I love you.”  

Then she noticed the extra piece of paper attached to the card. Surprised, she carefully read the certificate giving her the unlimited full-day pass at the spa. Suddenly she squealed with delight and pulled me across the table shower me with kisses.  

“How did you know?” she breathed into my ear. “I’ve always wanted to do this! Oh, I can hardly wait! When can I go?”  

I laughed. “You can go whenever you want. Dave said he was going to make sure you got the VIP treatment. Why don’t you get your Mom to watch the kids and go early next week?”  

The appointment was set for Tuesday. Nat made arrangements for the kids, and I made sure I cleared my schedule for the day so I could be in the secret room at the spa.  

Dave told me to get there ahead of my wife to avoid any chance of running into her after she arrived, so I left early that morning. Before I took off I gave Nat a big kiss and a hug, making her promise to “really relax and enjoy herself.”  When I got to the spa, Dave showed me around. It was pretty impressive. The spa offered all kinds of fitness and health options. There were pools, steam rooms, weight rooms, tanning beds, special herbal wrap areas, mud baths, and almost anything else you could think of to pamper a body.  

We made our way to the massage area. There was a large table in the middle of each room covered with sheets. Each table had a hole near the head where the client placed their face during the massage. A table nearby held all kinds of oils and liquids used for the massage. All the rooms appeared warm and comfortable.  

Employees were just starting to arrive when I noticed a big young stud in his mid-twenties come in dressed all in white.  Dave had told the truth, this guy looked like a cover boy straight of a romance novel. Long, perfect hair, tan complexion, square jaw, piercing eyes and dazzling smile, the guy was built. There was no doubt he was a bodybuilder.  

Dave noticed him and smiled. “Ah, here’s your guy. Come on over, I want you to meet the man who’s going to be working with Nat.”  

He got bigger as he got closer. Dave patted him on his massive shoulder and gestured toward me. “Vince, I want you to meet the husband of one of our VIPs today. You’re going to be her massage therapist later. I told Mike here that you are the best and will give his wife the ultimate treatment.”  

Vince shook my hand and smiled warmly. “Great to meet you, Mike. I’m really looking forward to working with your wife. I hear she’s amazing!”  

Yes, that was a good word for her…  amazing. Suddenly I was not so sure about my resolve to not let any jealousy be a part of this …   uh, what … experiment?  

Vince must have noticed the shadow cross my face. “Yo, Mike, don’t worry,” he said. “You will probably enjoy this as much as she will. Relax; I’ll take very good care of her. I won’t do anything she doesn’t want to do.”  

I smiled weakly back at him. “It’s cool, Vince. I just want her to really have a good experience here…what happens along the way is up to her.”  

Vince laughed and clapped me on the back, “That’s what we’re here for…we aim to please our customers!”  

“We better get going,” Dave interrupted. “She’s going to be here any minute.”  

He led me back to a door marked ‘Private - Employees Only’. The room was not really what I expected. There was a big desk or table set against a wall with five 27-inch color TVs aligned neatly together. In front of the monitors were mounted several small, expensive looking speakers. A box with a row of knobs and several lighted switches sat on the table in front of two big leather executive chairs.  

The room had no windows, but there was some soft track lighting with dimmer switches that could be adjusted. The only other noticeable objects were several Hi-Fi VCR’s stacked together in a rack with little green and red lights softly glowing. It looked like something out of a spy movie.  

Dave settled into one of the chairs and directed me to the other. He flipped a few switches and the TV monitors came to life. I now had an amazing view of the massage rooms. The clarity of the signal was impressive and the cameras were mounted in the perfect position to see anything in the rooms.  

Dave turned to me and said, “We may have to wait a while. Nat’s probably going to want to take advantage of some of the other areas of the spa before she gets her massage. Wait here. I’ll go check on her progress and let you know when things are about to get started.”  

I was beginning to think Dave had overhyped this thing when the door opened and he came in.  

“She’s just finishing up with the mud bath. She should be here in a few minutes after the shower.”  

My stomach suddenly was doing flip-flops. I hadn’t expected to get so keyed up so soon, but my mouth was dry and my cock was already stirring when I saw Vince walk into one of the rooms and start to make some preparations.  

He seemed very casual and self-confident, and I couldn’t help but think again what a stud this guy was. Suddenly he turned and looked right at us through the camera and gave a big thumbs-up sign. I jumped when he said loudly, “Showtime!”  

Vince left the room and only moments later Natalie came in and closed the door. Dressed in a big terrycloth robe, her hair was done up with a clip and her skin seemed to be glowing. She had that flushed look of someone who just got out of the shower.  

I watched as she glided over to the table and undid the tie on her robe. She slid it off her shoulders and Dave and I stared at the screen as she slowly revealed her magnificent body: World Class breasts – not too big, but just right for her small frame – topped with small pink nipples already at attention.  

As she dropped the robe and pulled back the top sheet on the table, we admired her firm features. I noticed that she had trimmed the downy triangle of honey-colored hair between her legs. She gracefully pulled herself up on the table and lay on her stomach. Then she reached back and pulled the sheet back over almost to her neck. She was modestly covered, but the sheet left little to the imagination molding itself to every curve and valley.  

“Damn…” I heard Dave mutter beside me. I couldn’t have agreed more.  

My wife shifted around and settled on the table, placing her face in the opening and resting her arms and hands up above her head. I heard her give one of those contented sighs, then there was a light tapping at the door. Natalie raised her head slightly and said, “All set, come in!”  

Vince came into the room and quietly closed and locked the door. He walked over to the CD player and turned down the volume of the lazy music a little, then walked over to the table and gently placed a giant hand on Nat’s sheet-covered back. She looked like a little girl compared to his size.  

“Hi, my name is Vince, and I’ll be your massage therapist today. How are we treating you so far, Natalie?”  

“Heavenly.” I heard Nat’s voice, muffled between her arms. “I could really get used to this!”  

Vince chuckled pleasantly as he moved over to the table with the oils. “Hey, the best is yet to come.”  

When he turned around he had a big grin on his chiseled face while he rubbed some warm oil on his palms. For the first time I also noticed the sizeable bulge in the front of Vince’s white shorts.  

“So is there anything special that you want me to work on today … any areas that have been bothering you?”  

Natalie sighed again and said, “Nope…I’ve never really had a massage before. You’re the expert … I’ll leave it in your hands.” Then she giggled at her own bad pun.  

“OK … you just relax and leave everything to the expert,” Vince laughed as folded the sheet down to expose her lovely back, keeping her ass modestly covered. He moved to the side of the table and began applying firm strokes with both hands up and down the full length of her back..  

This went on for quite a while. Vince worked her entire upper torso, including her neck, shoulders, and arms. Nothing much was said between them.   A couple of times when I noticed Vince’s fingers stray to the sides of her breasts which were mashed underneath her. She made no movement to protest or stop him, so everything was cool.  

Gradually he moved his way up her legs, kneading and stroking every inch – past her delicate inner-knees, up to the backs of her thighs. His large hands almost went around her entire leg as he worked the oil into her skin. As he moved upward, his hands began to brush against the sheet – moving it up little by little with each contact.  

Now he was just grazing the hint of perfect, rounded flesh visible beneath the cover. His strong movements caused her hips to move up and down beneath his grip. As he worked the tops of her inner thighs, his hands would move together in between her legs, and I was sure that he was only inches away from heaven.  

There was no doubt Natalie was enjoying the sensation. She was clearly awake now and almost regularly she would sigh and breathe deeply between her arms. I thought I noticed her hips start to move slightly on their own.  

Vince moved around to the side again, and, without a word, folded the sheet over in the middle of her back exposing one entire side of her body. With some fresh oil, he started to work directly on her uncovered buttock, moving his hands in circular motions over the entire soft surface. There was hardly room for both of his massive hands as his slick fingers started to probe down between her cheeks and legs.  

Suddenly I heard Natalie gasp as contact was made in her nether region.. “Umm…are you sure that’s part of the service?” she whispered.  

“I’m just getting to the deep tissue areas,” Vince answered softly. “Are you uncomfortable?”  

“No, maybe just a little embarrassed,” she breathed back. “Nobody but my husband has touched me down there in a very long time.”  

“Don’t worry,” Vince chuckled. “I’m a professional. It’s all part of my job”  

“I’ll bet it is…,” Natalie murmured, as she rested her head back down. She seemed to relax again, and Vince moved around to the other side and repeated the process – folding the sheet over and exposing the other cheek.  

Hearing no further protests, Vince started to move his “professional” fingers deeper between her legs with each pass. This time there was no doubt about it. Her hips began a slow grind up and down as one of his hands moved up to stroke her back again while the other stayed busy on her bottom – gliding around and then dipping down…deeper and deeper each time.  

Natalie’s breathing began to get heavier with each passing moment. When Vince’s arm movement changed, she began to moan and gasp again. Before, his arm had been moving up and down, now it was moving slightly in and out. The sheet was still covering his hand from our view, but it was almost certain that he was now fingering her.  

I was sure she was nearing orgasm. But before she could get there, Vince slowed down his movements and brought her down from the peak. As he pulled his hand into view it was slick and wet with her juices.  

“Why… why are you stopping?” she almost whimpered.  

“We’ve still got plenty of time, ” he said, grinning broadly. “Besides, I need to do your front. ..”  

We all tried to catch our breath as Vince rearranged the sheet over her. Then he held it up like a curtain in front of him and told her to turn over.  

As she changed sides, Dave and I could see how flushed with excitement she was. Nat was clearly in a state of arousal. Her pink nipples were hard and erect and her bouncing breasts heaved as she lay back down.  

Vince moved to the head of the table and started to massage her neck and shoulders. With her arms raised above her head, he had complete access to her upper body. He gently worked around her ears and soft throat, then held up each arm and worked the length of it to her hands.  

She had calmed down quite a bit by this time and her breathing was almost normal, but Vince was ready to start her motor again. Without warning, he peeled the sheet down to her waist, revealing her lovely breasts in all their glory.  

He started at her collarbone with flat palms and started making circles that progressed down her chest. It didn’t take long for his hands to make contact with her breasts, but he danced around them – never directly touching or even grazing her erect nipples.  

Taking his time, Vince moved all around her well-oiled breasts without giving her the direct contact she was probably dying for by now. Her breathing began to get heavier again and she started to make soft noises in the back of her throat. Natalie loves to have her breasts fondled, and I could see her start to arch her back as she strained meet his touch.  

Finally he gave in to her. He moved to the side of the table, and with his palms flat he placed his hands on her stomach and moved them both up and over her breasts – dragging right across the nipples. Then he moved back down and took both hard little nubbins between his fingers and began to roll them back and forth.  

It was like an electric shock. Natalie’s arms jerked down and her hands covered his.  

“Uhhhhnngg!!!!” she moaned, with her eyes closed tightly. The look on her pretty face was pure pleasure. “Yesssss, like that!” she hissed, as her hands guided his over her quivering pink flesh.  

Her hips started to rise off the table again as she raised her knees and planted her feet on the table. I don’t think I’d ever seen her so overcome. Her arms were still flailing. One hand fell down to the sheet and started to slide underneath between her wide-spread legs.  

The other hand instinctively reached out and found Vince’s white T-shirt. As he continued to stroke and tease her nipples, her hand unconsciously slid down his shirt to the waistband of his shorts.  

Before she could reach down any further, Vince sidestepped her grasp and moved his hips out of the way. “Uh, uh….no fair touching the hired help … yet!” he snickered at her. I don’t think she heard him or even realized what he was talking about. She was too lost in the sensations he was giving her.  

With all the thrashing about, the sheet had all but fallen clear of her body. Vince started move his hands lower again, gliding over her stomach. When he reached the sheet he simply whisked it off onto the floor.  

There was my pretty, little conservative wife – stark naked, trembling and writhing under this strange man.  

Vince had moved down to stand at the foot of the table between Natalie’s raised knees and wide-spread legs. He was still making circular motions with his palms as he worked his way lower on her abdomen. His hands were starting to graze the softness of her trimmed little bush. She was humping her hips up to meet his movements as he moved ever lower.  

Sliding his hands down to her inner-thighs, Vince massaged the outside of her pussy lips with his thumbs,still not coming into direct contact. Each movement pulled the slick lips apart and gave as all a view of her moist opening. Natalie was almost babbling at this point, but when Vince finally slid the side of his hand directly down the full length of her vagina, she began to pant like a wounded animal.  

“Uhhhhh!!!  Oh, God!! Oh, please!!  

She bucked up and down as one finger hit home…then another. Soon he was pistoning his large digits in and out of her honey pot at increasing speed.  

When one thumb moved up and suddenly raked across her neglected clit, my wife immediately began to shake and shudder. I knew very well the signs her orgasm. She shook her head from side to side, hair spilling out everywhere as the clip came undone and flew across the room.  

“Yeeeeessss!!!!! Oh, yeah … right there, that’s it!!!!!!” she wailed beneath his solid, unrelenting movements.  

Her hands flew to her breasts and she began to tweak and pull on her own nipples. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped to pull air into her burning lungs.  

Finally he gave her the release she needed. He placed both hands on her thighs and spread them wide apart as he leaned down and swiped his long tongue directly over her clit. He kept his mouth there, lapping and swirling his tongue over her burning pussy.  

That’s all it took!  

“Ohhh, ohhh, AhhhhhHHHH!!!!!   I’m CUMMMIINNNGGGG!!!!” She wailed in tempo with the thrust of her hips. Then she held herself rigid as the fireworks exploded in her head.  

“Oh shit!” I heard Dave bellow next to me.  "Damn, that’s about the hottest thing I ever saw,“ Dave groaned as he slumped in his chair.  

Vince raiseed up and effortlessly strip off his T-shirt. His face was covered with shiny juice. Every muscle rippled as he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slowly started to pull them over his slim hips. Soon the waistband revealed the large, purple, angry-looking head of his truly impressive tool.  

Inch after inch of the shaft that was easily as big around as my wrist came into view. He kept up the strip tease, agonizingly slow, as his nine-inch pipe sprang free. When his shorts finally cleared his huge balls, he pushed the shorts the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.  

Natalie lay panting spread-eagle on the table like she had been shot. Her hips were still making small, involuntary movements and her nostrils flared in time with her ragged breathing.  

Vince reached down and pulled her ass to the edge of the table like she was a rag doll. He raised her knees up and pushed her soft thighs wide. Reaching down, he took his huge meat in his fist and started to rub the giant helmet-like head back and forth against her sopping wet little box.  

Somewhere among the cobwebs in her head, Natalie realized what Vince was doing. She raised her head and her eyes fluttered open. “No please, I can’t do this, I’m married!” she moaned.  

“That makes two of us, princess.” Vince broke into that dazzling smile again as he gazed down at her. “Just relax and enjoy. I’m a professional … remember?  

She looked closely at his handsome face for the first time. “Please …,” she whispered, “we shouldn’t being doing this.”  

“But that’s what I’m here for, princess, to please you. It’s all part of the service. Now just lay back and get ready for some serious therapy!” Vince reached one hand down and braced it on the table by her waist as he started to push his big cock meat into my wife.  

Although Natalie’s guilt reflex was starting to say no, her body had other ideas. Still reeling from her explosive climax moments earlier, her hips betrayed her and started to react to the intense stimulus at her entrance. As she closed her eyes again and laid her head back, her hand instinctively reached down to touch the monster at her gate.  

Suddenly her tiny hand came into contact with the torpedo poised to enter her. When she tried to wrap her fingers around its massive girth, her eyes snapped open wide. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at what must have looked like a telephone pole to her.  

“Please …” she breathed again. Then she said what I was thinking: “It’s too big … you’ll tear me apart!”  

“Nonsense .” Vince laughed. “I’ll go slowly and be very gentle. Remember our motto, Satisfaction Guaranteed!  I guarantee you’re going to be satisfied!”  

Natalie looked nervous now, but still obviously turned on. Her chest heaved as she watched him find her opening and push just himself inside. He pushed in a little farther; just fractions of an inch at a time, slowly his big pipe began to disappear. Nat closed her eyes tight again and tried to relax her muscles. I could clearly see how white her knuckles were as she gripped the sheet beneath her.  

Vince was true to his word. He took things very slowly and let her get used to every movement before he went any further. He shifted his weight a bit, and little by little he started to make progress. After he got about three-inches inside, he stopped and asked if she was all right.  

She nodded – still with her eyes squeezed tight. She was starting to breath very heavily again, and he surprised her by leaning down and taking one her rigid nipples in his mouth. Natalie immediately let out a loud moan and wrapped her hand in his mass of hair, holding his head firmly to her quivering breast.  

Vince worked both nipples with his lips and tongue for a few moments. Then as she became more comfortable he raised back up and hooked his arms underneath her legs, raising her knees almost to his shoulders and pulling her thighs wide apart. This not only aligned her pelvis in a position for better penetration, but it also gave Dave and me a good view of the tip of his cock buried in her moist hole.  

Natalie moaned again as Vince slowly pulled his hips back, revealing for a brief moment the portion of his meat that had been inside my wife. We saw that it was slick with her juices before he flicked his buttocks forward and gently pushed back inside. Nat gave a soft little grunt as he began to rock back and forth – each time pushing a little more of his big pole inside.  

What an amazing sight – watching a total stranger fucking my beautiful wife. I tried to remember how I got here. A couple of weeks ago this had been the furthest thing from my mind. Now I had a myriad of emotions going through my head as I watched the wildly erotic display.  

Vince had established a rhythm now with long, smooth strokes. He was beginning to breath heavier too and his tanned body was gleaming with sweat. I watched his rock hard ass cheeks flex back and forth, then shifted my gaze back to his shiny cock as it slid almost completely in and out – appearing and disappearing inside her with each thrust.  

“Ahhhh … Ahhhh … Ahhh.” Natalie began a steady chant in time with his even strokes. She laid her head back on the table, but her tiny hands clutched and grabbed at his massive biceps on his arms – still holding up her legs. She began bucking her hips back to meet his thrusts and I realized she had taken him all. Now his huge balls began to make a soft slapping sound against her ass with each down stroke.  

“You’ve got it all, princess…how does it feel?” Vince grunted as he began to steadily pick up the pace.  

Nat could barely answer through gritted teeth: “Uhhnn … ohh … my gawd!! It feels sss, sssooo … ssoooo …  goood!!! I … I’ve . . . never fff … felt …  so … fulll!!”  I could hear every sound in the room including the wet squishing noise her tight little pussy was making as he ground into her.  

Then Vince seemed to shift into a higher gear. He raised her small ankles and feet up and placed them on his broad shoulders, then planted both hands of the table on each side of her. Once he?d repositioned her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out and held it at her opening for a second, teasing her. “Ready?” he whispered.  

“Oh yes put it back inside … please!!!!!? she begged.  

He suddenly slammed back into her and she cried out in pleasure. Then Vince began to pound into my wife like a jackhammer. The solid table rocked and groaned beneath them and Natalie’s breasts shook back and forth as she neared another orgasm.  

Vince knew she was close again and he began to change up his movements – rotating and grinding his hips sometimes…then just pounding into her with unbelievable speed and stamina on the next series of thrusts. Their bodies slapped together with loud smacks that got louder and sharper.  

Natalie rarely cums during straight fucking, but as Vince’s ass turned into a blur, Nat let out a keening cry that I’m sure could be heard throughout the building.  

Vince began to gasp and grunt. I realized he was close as well. “Damn, that?s good!!!” I heard him shout, as she shuddered, yelped, and clawed beneath him.  

This is what I had been waiting for, and I felt the white hot liquid that had been building up inside of me begin to race through my shaft in my pumping fist. Just as I exploded, I watched Vince yell out and yank his cock from my wife’s pussy, still bucking with spasms from her own orgasm.  

As soon as his cockhead cleared her entrance a thick rope of semen jetted out in an arc across her body. Most of it landed just above her head, but some splashed across her face and neck. Another spurt followed, landing mostly on her heaving breasts and stomach.  

Vince continued to slowly jack his cock in his hand while Natalie became the masseuse  reaching up and massaging his milky white liquid into her skin with one hand, while her other hand reached down and pushed his hand away to gently stroke his red, swollen meat.  

Vince leaned down and tenderly kissed Natalie for the first and only time. I could see their tongues battling intensely in their mouths as she thanked him passionately for what he had done.  

I had almost forgotten about Dave. He began to stir next to me and I could see he was also doing some clean up from incredible display we had just witnessed. “I’m giving you the original, but do you mind if I make a copy of this tape?” he asked with a weary grin, as he pushed some buttons on the VCR.  

“No problem,” I said. “It’s the least I could do. That was truly amazing!”  

I looked back at the screen and saw Vince start to pull his clothes back on. Natalie was spent. She still was lying on the table lazily stroking her stomach – a contented smile played on her lips. She watched with half-open eyes while Vince got dressed. When he was through, he went back to the table and stroked he cheek softly with his hand.  

“That concludes the treatment for today,” he grinned. “How do you feel?”  

“Oh, my!” was all she could whisper. “I feel like a new woman.”  

“Well, like I said, it’s all part of my job. Satisfaction guaranteed!” He bent down and gave her another small kiss on her flushed cheek, then said, “Take your time, princess … you can get up and shower whenever you want.” Then he quietly left the room.  

Dave turned off the equipment in the room and handed me the tape. “Well, that was fun!” he chuckled. “I told you, they sure like the full body massage!” I thanked him and snuck out the back door of the building.  

When I got home that evening, Nat was relaxing on the couch in a pretty yellow sundress. She looked fresh and pretty, more beautiful to me than I could ever remember. She jumped to her feet when she saw me and showered me with hugs and kisses.  

When she slowed down a bit I laughed and held her at arms length. “So, how was your day at the spa? I tried to act casual.  

“Oh, honey Thank you so much! I can’t tell you how wonderful that was. I never imagined it could be like that.” Then she got an evil little twinkle in her eye as she gazed at me. “I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!”  

“Huh?” I stammered. “What are you talking about?”  

“Oh, you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she giggled. “I recognized your car the second I pulled into the parking lot!!”  

I started to make some lame excuse, but she just covered my mouth with her tiny hand and said, “Shhh … silly baby.? You’re not upset about what I did are you?”  

“Upset? It was the most erotic experience I’ve ever had,” I said truthfully.