It’s been over a week since I last posted – I’ve been a bit conflicted and confused about my visit to to Era Primoris with Jenna. I almost deleted what I wrote.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Massage follow-up
Monday, April 2, 2007
Our Massage
Jen's been dropping hints for the past several weeks. Her neck was stiff, she had a sore back, her shoulders were all knotted up. Finally, last Tuesday, she came back from the gym and couldn’t stop talking. She was going on and on about the new “couples massage” that her girlfriends were telling her we HAD to get. She doesn’t usually get this enthusiastic about many things, so I listened to what she was saying.
It turns out that a fancy new day spa called Era Primoris has opened nearby. Like most of these places, they offer a whole menu of different therapeutic massages. You know, deep tissue, Swedish, Reiki, and so on. Jenna’s friends have been telling her about an innovative therapeutic couples massage that is supposed to be amazing. I was a bit skeptical. As far as I could tell, the only difference was that we would both receive a massage in the same room at the same time.
Now, I like a massage as much as anyone, but Jenna is a massage nut. She doesn’t get them very often, but when we’re away on vacation we always book a hotel with a spa, and she always gets the massage. I encourage her to get them – first of all I think its important for her to take care of herself whenever she can. She deserves it. Second of all, she always comes back from a massage in a great mood – very affectionate and usually pretty horny.
So I’m thinking “All right! This is great – now we have a massage place nearby. It’ll be perfect for Jen, it’ll help her to feel good, and maybe I’ll get a few fringe benefits from the whole thing”. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. I even started wondering if they had some sort of membership plan.
So I told Jen to go for it, and she set everything up. She booked the massage for a Saturday evening. I’d been feeling kind of stressed lately and I admit that I was looking forward to a massage even more than I expected, but Jenna was positively glowing with anticipation. Friday night we went out for dinner and then dancing at a local club, and she couldn’t stop talking about the massage.
At dinner she started acting up. One of her little “turn-ons” is (and has always been) trying to think of ways to give me a hard-on when we are out in public. Sometimes she likes talking dirty to get me excited, other times she’ll wear revealing outfits, letting me get a glimpse down her shirt, or up her skirt when I’m not expecting it.
She knows I can’t take it when she starts playing like that. I don’t want to get too graphic, but my “package” is definitely on the large size, both in length and in thickness. Believe me, I’m not trying to impress anyone. I’m just explaining why I get so uncomfortable when she starts getting me aroused in public. My erection becomes very noticeable, and I’ve been extremely self-conscious about it since I was in grade school. I’m always get embarrassed when it’s happening, but of course I’m powerless to stop it.
I think that is the part that gets her excited. She loves the fact that with a few words or a gesture or a light touch she can both make me very uncomfortable and very aroused at the same time. She likes how – clearly – it shows that I want her and am turned on by her.
Just thinking about the massage must have put her “in the mood” because she was all over me at the dance club. When we danced she kept rubbing up against me, and when we sat down she wanted to sit on my lap. Thankfully it was dark in the club, because she kept me hard for most of the evening. I couldn’t wait to get her home. I was primed for some action and I thought she was too. But on the drive home she started nodding off in the car and when we arrived she fell asleep as soon as she crawled into bed, so nothing happened. I was a bit frustrated, but I knew that tomorrow’s spa visit would definitely put her in the mood again, and so I reluctantly fell asleep as well.
The next morning we took our time getting up. Jen had scheduled our massage for 5pm, and we had nothing else on the calendar. We must have spent half the day lounging around in bed reading the paper, doing the crossword (she is quite good at crossword puzzles – much better than I am), and being lazy. She was wearing a silky cami-pajama top that fits her like a glove, and impossibly low cut lace panties (It’s a combination I love seeing her wear!). The whole morning was like one long tease, and we both were in a state of semi-arousal the entire time. Finally, we got up for a late lunch and started to get ready to go out.
Jen paused for a second while she was getting ready and looked over at me. “By the way – do you want the girl or the guy?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked
“Girl masseuse or guy masseuse? – They have one of each for the couples massage. That way, if you are uncomfortable getting a massage from opposite sex you have a choice.”
“Oh yeah – um… I’ll take the girl I guess”.
I tried to sound nonchalant, and in truth I didn’t give it much thought, but I was thinking about that Seinfeld episode. You know, the one where George gets the massage from the male masseuse and freaks out because “it moved, Jerry!” Friday’s dancing and the morning tease had me in a somewhat precarious state, and I didn’t want to have to deal with any uncomfortable “movement” while being rubbed down by another man.
“Oh, you want the girl… I see…” she said, arching her eyebrows and giving me a mock suspicious look. “I guess I get the guy then.” She quickly turned away and continued dressing, but as she was turning I’m sure I saw a big, almost triumphant grin flash across her face.
Finally, we were ready to go and we jumped in the car. Like I said, my wife works out a lot. She has a great body, and she really seems to take pleasure in showing it off. She never used to wear high, high heels, but now she won’t buy anything without a 3 inch heel. As her heels have gone up, so have her hemlines. I enjoy just watching her when she wears her sexy outfits - she looks amazing in them. Even though I see her every day, I admit that I still get a rush of pure lust when she is walking around in a skirt up to mid-thigh and heels, exposing all that flesh. I guess it’s a guy thing.
She’s always been a bit of a tease, and the work-outs and clothes have done wonders for her self-image and self confidence. I can tell she is proud of showing off what she has worked so hard to accomplish. Like I said, it is exciting for me to see her wearing sexy outfits, but I sometimes wonder if she might be showing a little too much.
Tonight’s outfit wasn’t overly revealing, however. She did have on the shortest skirt in her wardrobe, this little gray miniskirt. No stockings, high heel sandals, and set off with a fairly conservative long sleeve blue blouse. I always see guys giving her looks when she dresses up, and I know she enjoys the stares (although she’ll never admit it). Since we were only going to the day spa, I really didn’t think too much about her outfit, other than to admire her body myself (and remind myself what a lucky guy I am).
As I was driving, I started noticing that skirt a bit more than I should have (must..concentrate..on..road!). But when she saw me glancing down at her upper thighs and skirt, instead of crossing her tanned legs and covering up, she gave me a wicked grin and imperceptibly opened her legs a bit more. The skirt slid up further. Then she closed her eyes and leaned her head back in the warm afternoon sun, giving me as much time as I wanted to take a good long look. The skirt was riding up pretty damn high, and the view I was getting was straight out of one of my schoolboy fantasies. Fortunately we were in a nasty traffic jam so I didn’t have to worry about crashing the car, but Jen was giving me an R-rated show and boy was I was enjoying it!
Finally we got to the spa. The traffic had made us about 15 minutes late, and they were literally locking the doors as we pulled up. We were the last appointment of the day, and our massage therapists (one man, one woman, as advertised) had written the appointment off as a no-show and were ready to take off. As I pulled up and jumped out of the car, I could see them exchanging glances, trying to decide whether to even take us at all. Then Jen got out of the car. As she walked up in her short skirt and high heels, they both stared at her for a second, looking her body up and down. The woman was staring just as hard as the guy. Then the guy smiled at us both, and started unlocking the doors. I guess seeing a body like hers makes it worth working for a few extra minutes, even to someone who works on bodies for a living.
Once inside, we had a quick introduction in the waiting lobby. The receptionist had already left for the day, so it was just us. Our massage therapists names were Paulina and David. They explained that they had worked together for almost 3 years up in the Bay Area, and they had come down to help set up this spa with the owner, who was looking to eventually open several more.
The woman, Paulina, spoke with a very slight Eastern European or Russian accent. She was blond with short hair, ice blue eyes, and probably in her late 30s. David was the more striking looking of the two. He was a tall African-American with a shaved head, clean cut face, high cheekbones and a strong build. He had been getting ready to bike home, so he was wearing tight fitting racing gear – spandex shorts and top - and he really filled it out. This was a guy who clearly took care of his body. I was starting to see why this place was creating a buzz among Jen’s girlfriends at the gym.
They pointed us to the men’s and woman’s changing areas and explained it would be a few minutes before they would be ready for us, because they had already put everything away for the day. We were to change into bathrobes in the dressing rooms, and meet in the “ready room” (the area with the comfy chairs and music that helps you relax prior to the massage). Paulina explained that we could strip down to our skin or continue wearing underwear under the robes, “whatever you are most comfortable with.” She said it with a pointed look at me, like I might be some kind of prude or something. Believe me, I have no problem stripping down. Finally, David explained to us that his technique was a “harder and deeper” massage and asked whom he would be working on. I was about to answer when Jen gave me another wicked smile, looked me straight in the eyes and said “I definitely need it hard and deep – I guess David can have me”.
With that, the two of them disappeared into the back and left us to get ready.
At that point, I was still pretty worked up from last night’s dancing, the morning tease, and the car ride over, so everything she was doing seemed very hot and suggestive to me. Her last comment kind of shook me up a little. As she was turning to walk back into the women’s room I put my arms around her to give her a hug. I said “Maybe we should switch up and I’ll go with David – “
She turned and pressed her whole body up to mine. “Don’t worry”, she said as she wiggled up against me, “I’m sure I can handle anything he wants to give me. And you’ll be in the room the whole time, so what are you worried about? Stop being such a nut.”
She’s right, I figured. I’ll be right there, and who cares if this guy gets her all hot and bothered. I’ll be the one who benefits tonight. As I walked into the dressing room I was getting more and more turned on thinking about what would happen when we got home. I really was ready to explode. I had to calm myself, so I sat in a cool shower for about 5 minutes until things had settled down as far as they would. Then I put on my robe and walked out to the waiting area.
Jenna was already out there in her robe, sipping on a glass of champagne that had been left for us. I wasn’t expecting champagne, and this immediately sent my mind racing again. If there is one true aphrodisiac for Jen, it is good champagne. Our most mind-blowing sex had always come after drinking champagne at some celebration or another. Its effect on her is remarkable. For her, sex after champagne almost always results in multiple orgasms. I had the feeling I was in for a memorable evening.
“Where have you been?” she asked
“Oh – I was just relaxing in the shower for a few minutes”
“I see…” she said, with a glance down at the bulge that was still somewhat apparent in the front of my robe. “why don’t you sit down and have a glass of this – I’m already on my second. You really do need to relax!” She smiled. Then she leaned over and handed me some champagne, allowing me to see straight down the front of her robe. She stayed leaning over for a few seconds, letting me take it all in before settling back in her chair. She smiled that mischievous smile again and took another sip from her glass.
We sat there and talked for a few minutes, listening to the mood music and the noise from the waterfall and sipping champagne. Her cheeks started to flush, and I could tell she was starting to feel the champagne. I knew that look, the champagne was definitely getting her juices flowing. Just thinking about her in that state was getting me hot as well. At that point it was all I could do to keep from grabbing her, pulling her into the dressing room, and having my way with her – forget about the massage!
Just then the door opened and Paulina stepped in, wearing her white labcoat. She asked us to follow her into the massage area. She began explaining to us that the couples massage had become their most popular massage. They viewed it as both massage therapy and relationship therapy. They had had enough success with it both in San Francisco and here that they knew exactly what made for a good experience. The gist of the theory was this: doing things together as a couple is what builds relationsips, and doing pleasurable things together creates an even stronger bond.
The important thing for this massage, she explained, was to create positive feedback between the customer and the massage therapist by using vocalization cues. Vocalization, she said, intensifies the pleasurable feelings generated from the massage, and also helps the therapist decide what is working and what isn’t. Basically what that meant, she said, was that we were encouraged to make noises like “ahhh” or “mmm” or “yes” whenever things felt good, and likewise be sure to indicate clearly with an “ouch” or “oww” or “Unh-uh” if something hurt or made you uncomfortable in any way.
“Sure…” I thought to myself “…like I’m going to be moaning and groaning over here.” It was starting to sound a bit too “new age touchy-feely” for my tastes, and I figured Jen felt the same. However, when I looked over at her she was smiling and nodding like she had expected this all along.
“Finally,” Paulina said, “Once we begin it is critical for both of you to concentrate on your own massage. You should listen to your partner and draw positive energy from them, but under no circumstances should you interfere with each other’s session. That means no suggestions as to what might “feel good” or what “you should try”. The vocalization cues are what we as therapists will use to make decisions as to what direction the massage should take.”
The two of us then went to go lie down on the massage tables. They were almost side by side, pointing in opposite directions, with about 6 feet between them to allow both of the massage therapists room to move without bumping into each other. I was still pretty aroused, so I elected to begin lying on my stomach, for obvious reasons. Jen did the same, and as we each covered our bodies with the towels, I got a great view of Jen’s magnificent legs and ass before she was completely covered.
The massage began in a pretty straightforward fashion. I had some pretty big knots in my upper back and Paulina was doing a good job of working it out. I tried out a few “ahhs” and an “mmm” or two, but I really couldn’t get into it. My wife, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of her life. She wasn’t very loud, but it seemed like every five seconds a gasp or moan was coming out of her lips. I periodically opened my eyes to see what David was doing differently from Paulina, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He was working on her lower back (which is one of her sensitive areas), and he had moved her towel down so it covered only her legs and butt, but it looked almost identical to the massage I was receiving.
Then Paulina started working on my neck and head and I could feel the stress flowing out of my body. This massage was really starting to feel good. She turned my head so I was looking the other direction (away from Jen) and I closed my eyes and began to relax. I almost started drifting off to sleep.
When Paulina finished with my head and neck, she turned my head back towards Jen and moved down to begin working on my feet. When I opened my eyes back up, I could see David working on Jen’s legs and feet. His broad muscular back was to me, and his body was blocking most of my view, but when he moved around I could see a bit of what was going on. He had moved the towel up, so it now covered her back and shoulders down to barely over her buttocks. As he worked his way up her legs, I couldn’t believe how exposed she was. He was pressing with his thumbs, starting from her ankles and sliding his hands all the way up the back of her legs. Over and over. With each stroke Jen let out a soft moan -“ohh”- and with each stroke his hands slid a little further up her leg. The bottom of the towel slid a bit higher each time, exposing more and more.
Finally, David finished with Jen’s legs and moved over to her lower back area. When he moved aside, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The towel had shifted way up, and I could see straight up under the towel. My wife’s beautiful ass and pussy were sitting right there for me to see. I let out an inadvertent moan myself – the view that I was getting was so hot! The massage oil covered every inch of her skin, making it glisten and shine. Her inner thighs and the bottom of her buttocks sparkled in the light. As I watched, her legs shifted slightly further apart, and it almost looked like her hot pussy was glistening with oil as well.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as David continued working on her lower back with a rhythmic motion. He folded up one side of her towel, exposing her right ass cheek. As I watched him massaging her back and buttocks, it started to look like his hand and fingers were lightly brushing against her pussy lips on every second or third stroke. I watched, almost hypnotized. Jen moaned again, and spread her legs even further. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Was another man touching my wife’s most intimate, private parts? I had to be imagining it! I closed my eyes for a minute and tried to concentrate on the massage I was getting from Paulina. However, as Jen’s pants and moans began to sound more urgent, I opened my eyes back up. David had moved, and his body was blocking my view once more. I could tell, however, that he was continuing to work with a sustained, rhythmic motion. I started to panic, and felt that I had to say something. “Honey, is everything OK?” I blurted out.
The change in the room was instantaneous. All three of them (Jen included) immediately glared at me like I had just dropped a platter of dishes at a fancy dinner party. Paulina was working on a pressure point in my foot, and she pushed on it so hard I cringed in pain.
David looked back at me and quite sternly lectured “As we said earlier, no interruptions. This is very important. Your wife is extremely responsive, and her vocalization cues have been excellent. So far it’s been a great massage, but our rules are quite explicit. If there is another outburst, I’m going to have end the session.”
Jen chimed in with “Don’t be an ass!” giving me a look that would make a cactus wither up and die. I felt like an idiot. Of course there was nothing going on. Man was I being paranoid. When David had turned to look at me, I could see that the towel was covering Jen’s back and legs again. I had let my imagination and insecurities get the better of me. I had to realize that these people were professionals. What’s more, I could tell from the look that Jenna gave me that if I screwed up again, she was not going to be happy. I could forget about any romantic notions I’d had about the night’s activities. I vowed to keep quiet for the rest of the session.
Paulina gave my foot one more squeeze for punishment and then began to go to work again. She seemed to enjoy working me a bit harder, and I had to stifle a few groans of pain, but I vowed to stay silent. Jena and David, on the other hand, seemed to jump right back in where they left off. He began to softly talk to her a bit, encouraging her to let him know how things were feeling. “how’s that feel”… “you’ll like this”… “if you are at all uncomfortable, tell me” were a few of the comments I could make out (punctuated by a periodic moan or “oh… yes” from Jen). I vowed not to look over, but the more I tried to ignore it, the more turned on I was getting from listening to Jena.
I convinced myself that nothing was going on, but it was like I was listening to the soundtrack from a porn movie. I almost think she was intentionally trying to get me turned on. It was impossible not to listen, and my level of arousal shot way up. At this point, I was experiencing what had to be the biggest erection of my life. I had been brought to the edge so many times over the past 24 hours, without any release. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get that picture of Jen’s glistening pussy out of my head, and her moaning was making it worse. Suddenly, I thought I was going to come right there, lying face down on the massage table. My hips started to twitch and I could feel that deep, warm sensation building like a tidal wave deep in my loins. I was trying to holding back, but I didn’t seem to have any control over my actions...
At that exact moment, Paulina stopped massaging and lightly slapped me on the bottom of my foot. “OK, roll over, I need to start working on the front of your legs.”
With a quick grab and twist of my ankle, she had me flipping over almost before I could cover myself properly. The sudden movement and change of position kept me from going over the edge. She kind of grinned, though, when she saw how obviously aroused I was under the towel, and reassured me with a “don’t worry, we see this all the time”.
She started right in. Her hands felt great on my body, and she didn’t let up on the massage at all, but I was in agony. I needed release and I needed it now! However, she studiously avoided any inappropriate contact whatsoever. I was clearly being worked on by a legitimate massage therapist, and I wasn’t getting any “extras”.
I assume the same was true for Jenna, but it was hard for me to tell. At this point both Paulina and David were standing between the two massage tables, blocking my view. Jen had flipped onto her back as well, and all I could see were her feet and legs up to mid-thigh. Like I said, she sounded like she was enjoying the massage immensely. She isn’t usually all that vocal in bed, so I assumed that she had just taken the whole “vocalization cues” thing to heart. But the more I saw, the more I wondered.
David was working from her chest down to her tummy area with his rhythmic, sliding technique. I assume he was working on a particularly sensitive muscle group, because as I was watching, her legs and toes started to tense up and her whole body (at least the parts I could see) almost started to quiver. At that point she had gotten pretty quiet, and all I could hear was her short quick breathing. However, I was so worked up that I wasn’t thinking about her massage as much as I was thinking about how sensitive my entire body had become. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on anything that would get my mind off of sex, but it was impossible.
Both of our massages ended with an ears, neck and shoulder rub from behind the head. Paulina’s silky hands slid over my skin and it felt like every nerve in my body had been electrified. I don’t know if there is a word to describe the condition I was in – turned on doesn’t begin to describe it. My body had turned into one gigantic erogenous zone. Every touch made my entire body throb. Jen had her eyes closed, and she kept making little moans when David ran his hands through her hair. With each moan, I could literally feel my cock pumping up bigger and harder. I was starting to get desperate. My entire being was focused on getting Jen into bed (or the back seat of my car, or the utility closet in the corner, as soon as I could!).
And that is when the massage ended. The two of them told us to stay relaxed and that we could remain lying down as long as we felt was necessary. Then we could return to the changing rooms. They walked out and it was just Jen and I.
I very seriously considered taking her right there, on the massage table. She was lying there, motionless, without moving a muscle. I wasn’t even be sure she was breathing – she looked completely relaxed, almost exhausted. Finally, she looked over at me through heavily lidded eyes and gave me a smile. “Well, what do you think?” she asked.
“That was the most unbelievable thing I have ever experienced” I said, sitting up.
She looked sharply at me and her eyes dropped to where my very evident erection was trying it’s best to get free from my towel.
Her eyes returned to my face, and she relaxed and smiled again. “It looks like you enjoyed it almost as much as I did.”
“Yeah” I said in a low voice “but now I can’t wait to get you home. I want you so bad that I can’t even describe it. I need you. I want to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. I’m going crazy, Jen – I don’t even know if I can wait for the ride home. Do you know what I mean?”
There was a bit of a pause as she thought about what I was saying… then she looked up at me and kind of bit her lower lip “No…“she said with big eyes and a feigned innocence, “what do you mean?” Her eyes sparkled.
She stood up to walk over to me and her towel dropped to the floor. Her body was magnificent. Her breasts, and everything else, were covered with a thin coating of the oil. “You just had a great massage,” she purred “… you said it yourself. What more could you want?” She put her hands up to her breasts, arched her back a little, and began lightly massaging them. Her fingertips started circling around her fully erect nipples. She could see that my eyes were devouring her the way a starving man would view a feast.
“Is… everything… okay…?” she asked slowly, drawing out each word. She closed her eyes and pulled on her nipples, letting out a small moan. She looked up at me again, making sure I was hanging on her every word and movement. “I want to be sure you had a good time today, because I most certainly did and I can’t wait for our next session.”
Next session? I wasn’t so sure. Although I wasn’t letting myself think about it, somewhere in the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the thought that another man may have just gotten intimate with my wife while I was right there in the room… and she had absolutely loved every second.
I didn’t want to sound jealous and paranoid, but I was having a hard time accepting this new (although possibly imagined) situation. “I don’t know,” I stammered, “maybe we should try some other places and see if we like them better”.
She just smiled at me and then started sliding her hands along her hips, down towards her lower abdomen. She knew I wouldn’t be able to tear my gaze away. Her flat belly glistened. Her pussy looked wet and so slippery under its coating of massage oil. It was red and swollen and so inviting. She was magnificent, and I was completely under her spell.
By now, she had walked over to where I was still sitting on my massage table and slowly began running her bright red fingernails up and down my chest. Little by little, she slid her fingers down to my towel, and slid it off my lap. Now we were both completely naked, covered in massage oil, and my raging hard-on was standing straight up, throbbing for all the world to see.
“Come on, baby, tell me you want us to come back here,” She softly whispered in my ear, “You know it will feel so good.” I could feel her warm breath on my earlobe. She looked down, and with one of her fingers she began to very lightly trace along the length of my absolutely rigid cock. When she got to the top of the shaft, she slowly made a circle around my entire cock, just below its swollen head, and then back down. Then she stopped. She looked back up at my face again. “Now say it. Tell we are coming back”
I tried to think of something to say, but my mind was blank. The only thoughts in my head were thoughts of pure, simple, overpowering desire and lust. I couldn’t let her stop now. I almost didn’t recognize my own voice, but I managed to stutter “OK, sweetheart, let’s schedule another session”.
A triumphant smile shot across her face. She eased my legs apart, and slid between them so her belly was pressed right up to my cock. At this point, it was the only part of my body that wasn’t covered with massage oil (as I said, Paulina had carefully avoided all contact).
Still looking right into my eyes, she slowly began rubbing back and forth against me. The massage oil from both of our bodies started to rub off, covering my cock with a layer of slippery lubrication. It felt good, but all I wanted was to jam my cock into that beautiful hot, wet pussy that I had seen earlier. She kept moving back and forth, and I felt myself being brought to the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. She knew exactly what effect she was having on me.
“Oh, Jen, don’t do this to me” I pleaded. I knew she was just toying with me, but there was real anxiety in my voice. I was in bad shape.
“Do what?” she cooed. “come on baby, tell me what’s wrong…”
I couldn’t even speak. I tried to slide off the table to stand up, but she was firmly planted in front of me and she pushed me back onto my elbows
“Oh baby, I’m so wet and ready for you” she said. She stood up on her tiptoes, bringing her hot, wet pussy almost to the level of my rock-hard member. “Here I am”, she said, sliding her body up against my cock again and again. “come on… take me… I need your cock inside of me”. Again I struggled to get up, but she continued pushing me back, rubbing back and forth, looking into my eyes and licking her lips. “Show me what you can do.”
I had been gritting my teeth, trying to hold off on the inevitable. But with that final “Show me…” I lost it. My hips started bucking, and I tried to grab hold of her to pull her up on top of me, but my hands kept slipping because of the oil. As I started to climax she continued to press me back against the table, saying “fuck me, come on, slide your cock inside of me, fill me up…” knowing I couldn’t get off the table.
I was going crazy, trying to get at her hot pussy. There was nothing I could do except to try thrusting my cock up against her stomach and chest. I was climaxing hard, but the oil that covered us both was so slippery that I wasn’t getting any friction at all. I wildly flailed about, desperately trying to get some additional sensation.
That was when Jen diabolically began to lean her body back away. Now there was nothing at all for my cock to push against, and I was right in the middle of the biggest pent-up orgasm I’d ever had. My entire body was shaking and moving on its own. She continued leaning back, with only her hands touching me, pushing me back against the table and intently watching the show that she had unleashed. My hips bucked and my cock thrust against the air again and again, searching for something, anything, but to no avail.
Eventually, my hips stopped moving and I was finished. I felt exhausted and completely unfulfilled. I couldn’t understand what had just happened. My mind was spinning. What went wrong? Jen slowly picked up a towel and began cleaning herself off, looking at me, studying me. I felt like some kind of freak show. I was a mess, covered with spunk, sweat and oil, and all I could do was to just sit there with my head down. Even though I had just come, there was still a deep ache in my balls, and I felt barely any relief at all. I don’t know why, but a deep sense of shame came over me, and I could feel my face flushing red. I couldn’t even look at Jen.
Finally, Jen spoke up. “Oh baby, that was amazing!” Her eyes were shining. I couldn’t believe my ears. When I looked at her, I could see that she was really turned on by the whole experience. She had controlled me like a puppet on a string, and she was clearly very excited by it. She slid into her robe and started walking toward the dressing room. I slowly bent over and picked up my towel, my face still red. Before she ducked through the door, she stopped, turned to me and emphatically said “That was really hot – we have to do that again!” I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the massage or what happened afterword, but I think she meant both. She disappeared through the door, but she called out to me from inside, “I can’t wait until next week!”
My balls still hurt and I was totally frustrated and more than a bit humiliated from what had just happened. I didn’t want to believe any of it. I headed to the shower, thinking about her last words and what that meant. Then I really started hating myself, because as I stepped into the dressing room, thinking about next week, I could feel my cock starting to harden again, totally against my will.
It turns out that a fancy new day spa called Era Primoris has opened nearby. Like most of these places, they offer a whole menu of different therapeutic massages. You know, deep tissue, Swedish, Reiki, and so on. Jenna’s friends have been telling her about an innovative therapeutic couples massage that is supposed to be amazing. I was a bit skeptical. As far as I could tell, the only difference was that we would both receive a massage in the same room at the same time.
Now, I like a massage as much as anyone, but Jenna is a massage nut. She doesn’t get them very often, but when we’re away on vacation we always book a hotel with a spa, and she always gets the massage. I encourage her to get them – first of all I think its important for her to take care of herself whenever she can. She deserves it. Second of all, she always comes back from a massage in a great mood – very affectionate and usually pretty horny.
So I’m thinking “All right! This is great – now we have a massage place nearby. It’ll be perfect for Jen, it’ll help her to feel good, and maybe I’ll get a few fringe benefits from the whole thing”. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. I even started wondering if they had some sort of membership plan.
So I told Jen to go for it, and she set everything up. She booked the massage for a Saturday evening. I’d been feeling kind of stressed lately and I admit that I was looking forward to a massage even more than I expected, but Jenna was positively glowing with anticipation. Friday night we went out for dinner and then dancing at a local club, and she couldn’t stop talking about the massage.
At dinner she started acting up. One of her little “turn-ons” is (and has always been) trying to think of ways to give me a hard-on when we are out in public. Sometimes she likes talking dirty to get me excited, other times she’ll wear revealing outfits, letting me get a glimpse down her shirt, or up her skirt when I’m not expecting it.
She knows I can’t take it when she starts playing like that. I don’t want to get too graphic, but my “package” is definitely on the large size, both in length and in thickness. Believe me, I’m not trying to impress anyone. I’m just explaining why I get so uncomfortable when she starts getting me aroused in public. My erection becomes very noticeable, and I’ve been extremely self-conscious about it since I was in grade school. I’m always get embarrassed when it’s happening, but of course I’m powerless to stop it.
I think that is the part that gets her excited. She loves the fact that with a few words or a gesture or a light touch she can both make me very uncomfortable and very aroused at the same time. She likes how – clearly – it shows that I want her and am turned on by her.
Just thinking about the massage must have put her “in the mood” because she was all over me at the dance club. When we danced she kept rubbing up against me, and when we sat down she wanted to sit on my lap. Thankfully it was dark in the club, because she kept me hard for most of the evening. I couldn’t wait to get her home. I was primed for some action and I thought she was too. But on the drive home she started nodding off in the car and when we arrived she fell asleep as soon as she crawled into bed, so nothing happened. I was a bit frustrated, but I knew that tomorrow’s spa visit would definitely put her in the mood again, and so I reluctantly fell asleep as well.
The next morning we took our time getting up. Jen had scheduled our massage for 5pm, and we had nothing else on the calendar. We must have spent half the day lounging around in bed reading the paper, doing the crossword (she is quite good at crossword puzzles – much better than I am), and being lazy. She was wearing a silky cami-pajama top that fits her like a glove, and impossibly low cut lace panties (It’s a combination I love seeing her wear!). The whole morning was like one long tease, and we both were in a state of semi-arousal the entire time. Finally, we got up for a late lunch and started to get ready to go out.
Jen paused for a second while she was getting ready and looked over at me. “By the way – do you want the girl or the guy?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked
“Girl masseuse or guy masseuse? – They have one of each for the couples massage. That way, if you are uncomfortable getting a massage from opposite sex you have a choice.”
“Oh yeah – um… I’ll take the girl I guess”.
I tried to sound nonchalant, and in truth I didn’t give it much thought, but I was thinking about that Seinfeld episode. You know, the one where George gets the massage from the male masseuse and freaks out because “it moved, Jerry!” Friday’s dancing and the morning tease had me in a somewhat precarious state, and I didn’t want to have to deal with any uncomfortable “movement” while being rubbed down by another man.
“Oh, you want the girl… I see…” she said, arching her eyebrows and giving me a mock suspicious look. “I guess I get the guy then.” She quickly turned away and continued dressing, but as she was turning I’m sure I saw a big, almost triumphant grin flash across her face.
Finally, we were ready to go and we jumped in the car. Like I said, my wife works out a lot. She has a great body, and she really seems to take pleasure in showing it off. She never used to wear high, high heels, but now she won’t buy anything without a 3 inch heel. As her heels have gone up, so have her hemlines. I enjoy just watching her when she wears her sexy outfits - she looks amazing in them. Even though I see her every day, I admit that I still get a rush of pure lust when she is walking around in a skirt up to mid-thigh and heels, exposing all that flesh. I guess it’s a guy thing.
She’s always been a bit of a tease, and the work-outs and clothes have done wonders for her self-image and self confidence. I can tell she is proud of showing off what she has worked so hard to accomplish. Like I said, it is exciting for me to see her wearing sexy outfits, but I sometimes wonder if she might be showing a little too much.
Tonight’s outfit wasn’t overly revealing, however. She did have on the shortest skirt in her wardrobe, this little gray miniskirt. No stockings, high heel sandals, and set off with a fairly conservative long sleeve blue blouse. I always see guys giving her looks when she dresses up, and I know she enjoys the stares (although she’ll never admit it). Since we were only going to the day spa, I really didn’t think too much about her outfit, other than to admire her body myself (and remind myself what a lucky guy I am).
As I was driving, I started noticing that skirt a bit more than I should have (must..concentrate..on..road!). But when she saw me glancing down at her upper thighs and skirt, instead of crossing her tanned legs and covering up, she gave me a wicked grin and imperceptibly opened her legs a bit more. The skirt slid up further. Then she closed her eyes and leaned her head back in the warm afternoon sun, giving me as much time as I wanted to take a good long look. The skirt was riding up pretty damn high, and the view I was getting was straight out of one of my schoolboy fantasies. Fortunately we were in a nasty traffic jam so I didn’t have to worry about crashing the car, but Jen was giving me an R-rated show and boy was I was enjoying it!
Finally we got to the spa. The traffic had made us about 15 minutes late, and they were literally locking the doors as we pulled up. We were the last appointment of the day, and our massage therapists (one man, one woman, as advertised) had written the appointment off as a no-show and were ready to take off. As I pulled up and jumped out of the car, I could see them exchanging glances, trying to decide whether to even take us at all. Then Jen got out of the car. As she walked up in her short skirt and high heels, they both stared at her for a second, looking her body up and down. The woman was staring just as hard as the guy. Then the guy smiled at us both, and started unlocking the doors. I guess seeing a body like hers makes it worth working for a few extra minutes, even to someone who works on bodies for a living.
Once inside, we had a quick introduction in the waiting lobby. The receptionist had already left for the day, so it was just us. Our massage therapists names were Paulina and David. They explained that they had worked together for almost 3 years up in the Bay Area, and they had come down to help set up this spa with the owner, who was looking to eventually open several more.
The woman, Paulina, spoke with a very slight Eastern European or Russian accent. She was blond with short hair, ice blue eyes, and probably in her late 30s. David was the more striking looking of the two. He was a tall African-American with a shaved head, clean cut face, high cheekbones and a strong build. He had been getting ready to bike home, so he was wearing tight fitting racing gear – spandex shorts and top - and he really filled it out. This was a guy who clearly took care of his body. I was starting to see why this place was creating a buzz among Jen’s girlfriends at the gym.
They pointed us to the men’s and woman’s changing areas and explained it would be a few minutes before they would be ready for us, because they had already put everything away for the day. We were to change into bathrobes in the dressing rooms, and meet in the “ready room” (the area with the comfy chairs and music that helps you relax prior to the massage). Paulina explained that we could strip down to our skin or continue wearing underwear under the robes, “whatever you are most comfortable with.” She said it with a pointed look at me, like I might be some kind of prude or something. Believe me, I have no problem stripping down. Finally, David explained to us that his technique was a “harder and deeper” massage and asked whom he would be working on. I was about to answer when Jen gave me another wicked smile, looked me straight in the eyes and said “I definitely need it hard and deep – I guess David can have me”.
With that, the two of them disappeared into the back and left us to get ready.
At that point, I was still pretty worked up from last night’s dancing, the morning tease, and the car ride over, so everything she was doing seemed very hot and suggestive to me. Her last comment kind of shook me up a little. As she was turning to walk back into the women’s room I put my arms around her to give her a hug. I said “Maybe we should switch up and I’ll go with David – “
She turned and pressed her whole body up to mine. “Don’t worry”, she said as she wiggled up against me, “I’m sure I can handle anything he wants to give me. And you’ll be in the room the whole time, so what are you worried about? Stop being such a nut.”
She’s right, I figured. I’ll be right there, and who cares if this guy gets her all hot and bothered. I’ll be the one who benefits tonight. As I walked into the dressing room I was getting more and more turned on thinking about what would happen when we got home. I really was ready to explode. I had to calm myself, so I sat in a cool shower for about 5 minutes until things had settled down as far as they would. Then I put on my robe and walked out to the waiting area.
Jenna was already out there in her robe, sipping on a glass of champagne that had been left for us. I wasn’t expecting champagne, and this immediately sent my mind racing again. If there is one true aphrodisiac for Jen, it is good champagne. Our most mind-blowing sex had always come after drinking champagne at some celebration or another. Its effect on her is remarkable. For her, sex after champagne almost always results in multiple orgasms. I had the feeling I was in for a memorable evening.
“Where have you been?” she asked
“Oh – I was just relaxing in the shower for a few minutes”
“I see…” she said, with a glance down at the bulge that was still somewhat apparent in the front of my robe. “why don’t you sit down and have a glass of this – I’m already on my second. You really do need to relax!” She smiled. Then she leaned over and handed me some champagne, allowing me to see straight down the front of her robe. She stayed leaning over for a few seconds, letting me take it all in before settling back in her chair. She smiled that mischievous smile again and took another sip from her glass.
We sat there and talked for a few minutes, listening to the mood music and the noise from the waterfall and sipping champagne. Her cheeks started to flush, and I could tell she was starting to feel the champagne. I knew that look, the champagne was definitely getting her juices flowing. Just thinking about her in that state was getting me hot as well. At that point it was all I could do to keep from grabbing her, pulling her into the dressing room, and having my way with her – forget about the massage!
Just then the door opened and Paulina stepped in, wearing her white labcoat. She asked us to follow her into the massage area. She began explaining to us that the couples massage had become their most popular massage. They viewed it as both massage therapy and relationship therapy. They had had enough success with it both in San Francisco and here that they knew exactly what made for a good experience. The gist of the theory was this: doing things together as a couple is what builds relationsips, and doing pleasurable things together creates an even stronger bond.
The important thing for this massage, she explained, was to create positive feedback between the customer and the massage therapist by using vocalization cues. Vocalization, she said, intensifies the pleasurable feelings generated from the massage, and also helps the therapist decide what is working and what isn’t. Basically what that meant, she said, was that we were encouraged to make noises like “ahhh” or “mmm” or “yes” whenever things felt good, and likewise be sure to indicate clearly with an “ouch” or “oww” or “Unh-uh” if something hurt or made you uncomfortable in any way.
“Sure…” I thought to myself “…like I’m going to be moaning and groaning over here.” It was starting to sound a bit too “new age touchy-feely” for my tastes, and I figured Jen felt the same. However, when I looked over at her she was smiling and nodding like she had expected this all along.
“Finally,” Paulina said, “Once we begin it is critical for both of you to concentrate on your own massage. You should listen to your partner and draw positive energy from them, but under no circumstances should you interfere with each other’s session. That means no suggestions as to what might “feel good” or what “you should try”. The vocalization cues are what we as therapists will use to make decisions as to what direction the massage should take.”
The two of us then went to go lie down on the massage tables. They were almost side by side, pointing in opposite directions, with about 6 feet between them to allow both of the massage therapists room to move without bumping into each other. I was still pretty aroused, so I elected to begin lying on my stomach, for obvious reasons. Jen did the same, and as we each covered our bodies with the towels, I got a great view of Jen’s magnificent legs and ass before she was completely covered.
The massage began in a pretty straightforward fashion. I had some pretty big knots in my upper back and Paulina was doing a good job of working it out. I tried out a few “ahhs” and an “mmm” or two, but I really couldn’t get into it. My wife, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of her life. She wasn’t very loud, but it seemed like every five seconds a gasp or moan was coming out of her lips. I periodically opened my eyes to see what David was doing differently from Paulina, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He was working on her lower back (which is one of her sensitive areas), and he had moved her towel down so it covered only her legs and butt, but it looked almost identical to the massage I was receiving.
Then Paulina started working on my neck and head and I could feel the stress flowing out of my body. This massage was really starting to feel good. She turned my head so I was looking the other direction (away from Jen) and I closed my eyes and began to relax. I almost started drifting off to sleep.
When Paulina finished with my head and neck, she turned my head back towards Jen and moved down to begin working on my feet. When I opened my eyes back up, I could see David working on Jen’s legs and feet. His broad muscular back was to me, and his body was blocking most of my view, but when he moved around I could see a bit of what was going on. He had moved the towel up, so it now covered her back and shoulders down to barely over her buttocks. As he worked his way up her legs, I couldn’t believe how exposed she was. He was pressing with his thumbs, starting from her ankles and sliding his hands all the way up the back of her legs. Over and over. With each stroke Jen let out a soft moan -“ohh”- and with each stroke his hands slid a little further up her leg. The bottom of the towel slid a bit higher each time, exposing more and more.
Finally, David finished with Jen’s legs and moved over to her lower back area. When he moved aside, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The towel had shifted way up, and I could see straight up under the towel. My wife’s beautiful ass and pussy were sitting right there for me to see. I let out an inadvertent moan myself – the view that I was getting was so hot! The massage oil covered every inch of her skin, making it glisten and shine. Her inner thighs and the bottom of her buttocks sparkled in the light. As I watched, her legs shifted slightly further apart, and it almost looked like her hot pussy was glistening with oil as well.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as David continued working on her lower back with a rhythmic motion. He folded up one side of her towel, exposing her right ass cheek. As I watched him massaging her back and buttocks, it started to look like his hand and fingers were lightly brushing against her pussy lips on every second or third stroke. I watched, almost hypnotized. Jen moaned again, and spread her legs even further. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Was another man touching my wife’s most intimate, private parts? I had to be imagining it! I closed my eyes for a minute and tried to concentrate on the massage I was getting from Paulina. However, as Jen’s pants and moans began to sound more urgent, I opened my eyes back up. David had moved, and his body was blocking my view once more. I could tell, however, that he was continuing to work with a sustained, rhythmic motion. I started to panic, and felt that I had to say something. “Honey, is everything OK?” I blurted out.
The change in the room was instantaneous. All three of them (Jen included) immediately glared at me like I had just dropped a platter of dishes at a fancy dinner party. Paulina was working on a pressure point in my foot, and she pushed on it so hard I cringed in pain.
David looked back at me and quite sternly lectured “As we said earlier, no interruptions. This is very important. Your wife is extremely responsive, and her vocalization cues have been excellent. So far it’s been a great massage, but our rules are quite explicit. If there is another outburst, I’m going to have end the session.”
Jen chimed in with “Don’t be an ass!” giving me a look that would make a cactus wither up and die. I felt like an idiot. Of course there was nothing going on. Man was I being paranoid. When David had turned to look at me, I could see that the towel was covering Jen’s back and legs again. I had let my imagination and insecurities get the better of me. I had to realize that these people were professionals. What’s more, I could tell from the look that Jenna gave me that if I screwed up again, she was not going to be happy. I could forget about any romantic notions I’d had about the night’s activities. I vowed to keep quiet for the rest of the session.
Paulina gave my foot one more squeeze for punishment and then began to go to work again. She seemed to enjoy working me a bit harder, and I had to stifle a few groans of pain, but I vowed to stay silent. Jena and David, on the other hand, seemed to jump right back in where they left off. He began to softly talk to her a bit, encouraging her to let him know how things were feeling. “how’s that feel”… “you’ll like this”… “if you are at all uncomfortable, tell me” were a few of the comments I could make out (punctuated by a periodic moan or “oh… yes” from Jen). I vowed not to look over, but the more I tried to ignore it, the more turned on I was getting from listening to Jena.
I convinced myself that nothing was going on, but it was like I was listening to the soundtrack from a porn movie. I almost think she was intentionally trying to get me turned on. It was impossible not to listen, and my level of arousal shot way up. At this point, I was experiencing what had to be the biggest erection of my life. I had been brought to the edge so many times over the past 24 hours, without any release. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t get that picture of Jen’s glistening pussy out of my head, and her moaning was making it worse. Suddenly, I thought I was going to come right there, lying face down on the massage table. My hips started to twitch and I could feel that deep, warm sensation building like a tidal wave deep in my loins. I was trying to holding back, but I didn’t seem to have any control over my actions...
At that exact moment, Paulina stopped massaging and lightly slapped me on the bottom of my foot. “OK, roll over, I need to start working on the front of your legs.”
With a quick grab and twist of my ankle, she had me flipping over almost before I could cover myself properly. The sudden movement and change of position kept me from going over the edge. She kind of grinned, though, when she saw how obviously aroused I was under the towel, and reassured me with a “don’t worry, we see this all the time”.
She started right in. Her hands felt great on my body, and she didn’t let up on the massage at all, but I was in agony. I needed release and I needed it now! However, she studiously avoided any inappropriate contact whatsoever. I was clearly being worked on by a legitimate massage therapist, and I wasn’t getting any “extras”.
I assume the same was true for Jenna, but it was hard for me to tell. At this point both Paulina and David were standing between the two massage tables, blocking my view. Jen had flipped onto her back as well, and all I could see were her feet and legs up to mid-thigh. Like I said, she sounded like she was enjoying the massage immensely. She isn’t usually all that vocal in bed, so I assumed that she had just taken the whole “vocalization cues” thing to heart. But the more I saw, the more I wondered.
David was working from her chest down to her tummy area with his rhythmic, sliding technique. I assume he was working on a particularly sensitive muscle group, because as I was watching, her legs and toes started to tense up and her whole body (at least the parts I could see) almost started to quiver. At that point she had gotten pretty quiet, and all I could hear was her short quick breathing. However, I was so worked up that I wasn’t thinking about her massage as much as I was thinking about how sensitive my entire body had become. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on anything that would get my mind off of sex, but it was impossible.
Both of our massages ended with an ears, neck and shoulder rub from behind the head. Paulina’s silky hands slid over my skin and it felt like every nerve in my body had been electrified. I don’t know if there is a word to describe the condition I was in – turned on doesn’t begin to describe it. My body had turned into one gigantic erogenous zone. Every touch made my entire body throb. Jen had her eyes closed, and she kept making little moans when David ran his hands through her hair. With each moan, I could literally feel my cock pumping up bigger and harder. I was starting to get desperate. My entire being was focused on getting Jen into bed (or the back seat of my car, or the utility closet in the corner, as soon as I could!).
And that is when the massage ended. The two of them told us to stay relaxed and that we could remain lying down as long as we felt was necessary. Then we could return to the changing rooms. They walked out and it was just Jen and I.
I very seriously considered taking her right there, on the massage table. She was lying there, motionless, without moving a muscle. I wasn’t even be sure she was breathing – she looked completely relaxed, almost exhausted. Finally, she looked over at me through heavily lidded eyes and gave me a smile. “Well, what do you think?” she asked.
“That was the most unbelievable thing I have ever experienced” I said, sitting up.
She looked sharply at me and her eyes dropped to where my very evident erection was trying it’s best to get free from my towel.
Her eyes returned to my face, and she relaxed and smiled again. “It looks like you enjoyed it almost as much as I did.”
“Yeah” I said in a low voice “but now I can’t wait to get you home. I want you so bad that I can’t even describe it. I need you. I want to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. I’m going crazy, Jen – I don’t even know if I can wait for the ride home. Do you know what I mean?”
There was a bit of a pause as she thought about what I was saying… then she looked up at me and kind of bit her lower lip “No…“she said with big eyes and a feigned innocence, “what do you mean?” Her eyes sparkled.
She stood up to walk over to me and her towel dropped to the floor. Her body was magnificent. Her breasts, and everything else, were covered with a thin coating of the oil. “You just had a great massage,” she purred “… you said it yourself. What more could you want?” She put her hands up to her breasts, arched her back a little, and began lightly massaging them. Her fingertips started circling around her fully erect nipples. She could see that my eyes were devouring her the way a starving man would view a feast.
“Is… everything… okay…?” she asked slowly, drawing out each word. She closed her eyes and pulled on her nipples, letting out a small moan. She looked up at me again, making sure I was hanging on her every word and movement. “I want to be sure you had a good time today, because I most certainly did and I can’t wait for our next session.”
Next session? I wasn’t so sure. Although I wasn’t letting myself think about it, somewhere in the back of my mind I couldn’t shake the thought that another man may have just gotten intimate with my wife while I was right there in the room… and she had absolutely loved every second.
I didn’t want to sound jealous and paranoid, but I was having a hard time accepting this new (although possibly imagined) situation. “I don’t know,” I stammered, “maybe we should try some other places and see if we like them better”.
She just smiled at me and then started sliding her hands along her hips, down towards her lower abdomen. She knew I wouldn’t be able to tear my gaze away. Her flat belly glistened. Her pussy looked wet and so slippery under its coating of massage oil. It was red and swollen and so inviting. She was magnificent, and I was completely under her spell.
By now, she had walked over to where I was still sitting on my massage table and slowly began running her bright red fingernails up and down my chest. Little by little, she slid her fingers down to my towel, and slid it off my lap. Now we were both completely naked, covered in massage oil, and my raging hard-on was standing straight up, throbbing for all the world to see.
“Come on, baby, tell me you want us to come back here,” She softly whispered in my ear, “You know it will feel so good.” I could feel her warm breath on my earlobe. She looked down, and with one of her fingers she began to very lightly trace along the length of my absolutely rigid cock. When she got to the top of the shaft, she slowly made a circle around my entire cock, just below its swollen head, and then back down. Then she stopped. She looked back up at my face again. “Now say it. Tell we are coming back”
I tried to think of something to say, but my mind was blank. The only thoughts in my head were thoughts of pure, simple, overpowering desire and lust. I couldn’t let her stop now. I almost didn’t recognize my own voice, but I managed to stutter “OK, sweetheart, let’s schedule another session”.
A triumphant smile shot across her face. She eased my legs apart, and slid between them so her belly was pressed right up to my cock. At this point, it was the only part of my body that wasn’t covered with massage oil (as I said, Paulina had carefully avoided all contact).
Still looking right into my eyes, she slowly began rubbing back and forth against me. The massage oil from both of our bodies started to rub off, covering my cock with a layer of slippery lubrication. It felt good, but all I wanted was to jam my cock into that beautiful hot, wet pussy that I had seen earlier. She kept moving back and forth, and I felt myself being brought to the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like the umpteenth time today. She knew exactly what effect she was having on me.
“Oh, Jen, don’t do this to me” I pleaded. I knew she was just toying with me, but there was real anxiety in my voice. I was in bad shape.
“Do what?” she cooed. “come on baby, tell me what’s wrong…”
I couldn’t even speak. I tried to slide off the table to stand up, but she was firmly planted in front of me and she pushed me back onto my elbows
“Oh baby, I’m so wet and ready for you” she said. She stood up on her tiptoes, bringing her hot, wet pussy almost to the level of my rock-hard member. “Here I am”, she said, sliding her body up against my cock again and again. “come on… take me… I need your cock inside of me”. Again I struggled to get up, but she continued pushing me back, rubbing back and forth, looking into my eyes and licking her lips. “Show me what you can do.”
I had been gritting my teeth, trying to hold off on the inevitable. But with that final “Show me…” I lost it. My hips started bucking, and I tried to grab hold of her to pull her up on top of me, but my hands kept slipping because of the oil. As I started to climax she continued to press me back against the table, saying “fuck me, come on, slide your cock inside of me, fill me up…” knowing I couldn’t get off the table.
I was going crazy, trying to get at her hot pussy. There was nothing I could do except to try thrusting my cock up against her stomach and chest. I was climaxing hard, but the oil that covered us both was so slippery that I wasn’t getting any friction at all. I wildly flailed about, desperately trying to get some additional sensation.
That was when Jen diabolically began to lean her body back away. Now there was nothing at all for my cock to push against, and I was right in the middle of the biggest pent-up orgasm I’d ever had. My entire body was shaking and moving on its own. She continued leaning back, with only her hands touching me, pushing me back against the table and intently watching the show that she had unleashed. My hips bucked and my cock thrust against the air again and again, searching for something, anything, but to no avail.
Eventually, my hips stopped moving and I was finished. I felt exhausted and completely unfulfilled. I couldn’t understand what had just happened. My mind was spinning. What went wrong? Jen slowly picked up a towel and began cleaning herself off, looking at me, studying me. I felt like some kind of freak show. I was a mess, covered with spunk, sweat and oil, and all I could do was to just sit there with my head down. Even though I had just come, there was still a deep ache in my balls, and I felt barely any relief at all. I don’t know why, but a deep sense of shame came over me, and I could feel my face flushing red. I couldn’t even look at Jen.
Finally, Jen spoke up. “Oh baby, that was amazing!” Her eyes were shining. I couldn’t believe my ears. When I looked at her, I could see that she was really turned on by the whole experience. She had controlled me like a puppet on a string, and she was clearly very excited by it. She slid into her robe and started walking toward the dressing room. I slowly bent over and picked up my towel, my face still red. Before she ducked through the door, she stopped, turned to me and emphatically said “That was really hot – we have to do that again!” I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the massage or what happened afterword, but I think she meant both. She disappeared through the door, but she called out to me from inside, “I can’t wait until next week!”
My balls still hurt and I was totally frustrated and more than a bit humiliated from what had just happened. I didn’t want to believe any of it. I headed to the shower, thinking about her last words and what that meant. Then I really started hating myself, because as I stepped into the dressing room, thinking about next week, I could feel my cock starting to harden again, totally against my will.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Final Four
All right! UCLA is going to the final four! Like I said, I've unoffically adopted UCLA for this year's tournement. Here's hoping we can get a little luck against Florida next week in Atlanta. Go Bruins!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
March Madness
Well, March madness starts today. I'm not in a pool this year, for the first time in a long time. Also, the Sooners didn't even make the tournement so I don't care all that much. Everyone out here is UCLA Bruins crazy. They're going to have to be my team this year, because I need to root for someone! At least we should have some good hoops to watch over the next few weeks.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Power Trip
Boy, was I pissed off yesterday! I'm cool now, but earlier yesterday, Jenna was in a very strange mood - sometimes I think she is intentionally trying to push my buttons!
Last year, Jenna inherited what amounts to a lot of money. It’s in the form of a trust fund, from a rich bachelor uncle who split up his pile between her and all her cousins. The trust fund is in her name, and the monthly benefits flow directly to her. Believe me, I am very happy about it. We started receiving the cash right before I lost my job, so it has significantly helped in terms of not having to worry about money.
I have had a bit of trouble adjusting to how the money has affected our relationship, however. I had always been the main provider for us. The money I was making allowed Jen to quit her job and really just enjoy herself, taking some art classes, working out, decorating our house, etc.
Now our income is coming from her. I don’t want to say that she has changed, because she hasn’t. But her attitude about money has certainly changed. In the past, she used to check with me before buying almost anything. Now, she just goes out and gets what she wants. Her wardrobe has been completely updated. Anything she wants for the house, she buys.
Lately, I’ve felt that she has been more apt to, I don’t know, take advantage of her new status as primary provider. Yesterday was a perfect example.
I enjoy cooking for us. When we aren’t going out to eat, I usually make dinner for the two of us, and I love to try new meals (I’m a Food Network junkie). When I was working 60 hours a week, I didn’t have the time or energy, but now I can, so I do.
I told Jenna I was going to make a Jamaican Jerk Chicken recipe that I know she loves, for dinner. She went to the gym, and I started getting things ready. Here is where things started to sour for me.
She called me from the gym, and said she was bringing two of her friends back for dinner, and that I “needed” to make more… and told me to pick up a couple bottles of Pinot Noir. Honestly, there was no “is it OK?” or “what do you think?” It felt like she was giving me orders or something.
Maybe I was overreacting, but that started to put me in a down mood. I did what she asked, however, and when the three of them came back from the gym, the food was cooking, the dinner smelled great, and I was feeling better.
Her friends are fantastic. Both of them told me how great I was for cooking dinner, and raved to Jen about what an awesome husband she had. But then, the three of them took the wine into the living room and started their own little party in there while I finished up the dinner. I was feeling a bit left out.
When we sat down for dinner, all three of them were a little tipsy, and there was a lot of what I guess is “girl talk”. Some of the things these girls talk about amazes me. They say girls think about sex as much as guys do, and from listening to these girls, I believe it. I couldn't beleive how graphic they were about their sex lives. They didn't hold anything back, even with me sitting there in the room. I admit that hearing a pretty girl talking dirty is a turn on for me, so I really enjoyed the dinner, even though I didn’t say very much.
Then, almost before dinner was over, Jen pulled another “power move” on me. She looked me right in the eye, and quietly said “I think were finished – why don’t you start cleaning up?” Just like that. Well, I’m sure my face turned 3 shades of red. She continued looking at me, waiting, and I could see that her friends were listening in as well.
Like I said, I really hadn’t been talking much at dinner, it had been just the three girls. I decided to just go ahead and do what she said. I tried to smile and make the best of it, but inside I was seething. As I cleared the dishes and started cleaning up in the kitchen, I could hear them talking softly about how “great” I was, and what an “amazing relationship” Jenna and I had. Then the giggles started again. They started getting louder, and I swear I heard one of them say something like “he’s a good boy” followed by more laughter. I was probably just being paranoid, but I started feeling pretty low.
Finally the three of them came into the kitchen. They were clearly having a great time, and all three had huge grins on their faces. Jenna walked over to me and started rubbing my shoulders and neck, telling me how great dinner was and how much they had enjoyed it. That cheered me up a little.
We all had a little more wine. Then one of the girls said they had to get going, they were heading out for ladies night drinks and some dancing. They tried to convince Jenna , and then both of us, to go with them, but Jenna declined. She raised her eyebrows and told them that we had some “things” to do tonight, and the two of them giggled again, and finally left.
And that’s when Jenna really made it up to me. She kept telling me how much it meant to her for me to be so nice to her friends, and how great I had been. I could tell she was really horny (alcohol does that to her) and we started getting into it right there in the kitchen. That was just the beginning. Let me just say, what an evening!
We must have made love for four hours straight. She did all the things I love - I mean everything! Multiple times. When she wants to, she can be very daring, and tonight she was completely uninhibited. She must have told me ten times how hot it made her to see me working so hard in the kitchen so she could have a good time with her friends. She was so proud of the respect I had shown her, and her friends could see it too. She would sprinkle these comments in as she kissed and licked and sucked me all over. She knows exactly how to make me feel good, and she did it over and over again. By the end of the night, I was completely drained, physically exhausted and no longer pissed off.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I enjoy making her feel like a princess and doing nice things for her like making dinner. And to tell you the truth, if every night ended like that, I’d cook and clean for her friends whenever she wants me to!
Last year, Jenna inherited what amounts to a lot of money. It’s in the form of a trust fund, from a rich bachelor uncle who split up his pile between her and all her cousins. The trust fund is in her name, and the monthly benefits flow directly to her. Believe me, I am very happy about it. We started receiving the cash right before I lost my job, so it has significantly helped in terms of not having to worry about money.
I have had a bit of trouble adjusting to how the money has affected our relationship, however. I had always been the main provider for us. The money I was making allowed Jen to quit her job and really just enjoy herself, taking some art classes, working out, decorating our house, etc.
Now our income is coming from her. I don’t want to say that she has changed, because she hasn’t. But her attitude about money has certainly changed. In the past, she used to check with me before buying almost anything. Now, she just goes out and gets what she wants. Her wardrobe has been completely updated. Anything she wants for the house, she buys.
Lately, I’ve felt that she has been more apt to, I don’t know, take advantage of her new status as primary provider. Yesterday was a perfect example.
I enjoy cooking for us. When we aren’t going out to eat, I usually make dinner for the two of us, and I love to try new meals (I’m a Food Network junkie). When I was working 60 hours a week, I didn’t have the time or energy, but now I can, so I do.
I told Jenna I was going to make a Jamaican Jerk Chicken recipe that I know she loves, for dinner. She went to the gym, and I started getting things ready. Here is where things started to sour for me.
She called me from the gym, and said she was bringing two of her friends back for dinner, and that I “needed” to make more… and told me to pick up a couple bottles of Pinot Noir. Honestly, there was no “is it OK?” or “what do you think?” It felt like she was giving me orders or something.
Maybe I was overreacting, but that started to put me in a down mood. I did what she asked, however, and when the three of them came back from the gym, the food was cooking, the dinner smelled great, and I was feeling better.
Her friends are fantastic. Both of them told me how great I was for cooking dinner, and raved to Jen about what an awesome husband she had. But then, the three of them took the wine into the living room and started their own little party in there while I finished up the dinner. I was feeling a bit left out.
When we sat down for dinner, all three of them were a little tipsy, and there was a lot of what I guess is “girl talk”. Some of the things these girls talk about amazes me. They say girls think about sex as much as guys do, and from listening to these girls, I believe it. I couldn't beleive how graphic they were about their sex lives. They didn't hold anything back, even with me sitting there in the room. I admit that hearing a pretty girl talking dirty is a turn on for me, so I really enjoyed the dinner, even though I didn’t say very much.
Then, almost before dinner was over, Jen pulled another “power move” on me. She looked me right in the eye, and quietly said “I think were finished – why don’t you start cleaning up?” Just like that. Well, I’m sure my face turned 3 shades of red. She continued looking at me, waiting, and I could see that her friends were listening in as well.
Like I said, I really hadn’t been talking much at dinner, it had been just the three girls. I decided to just go ahead and do what she said. I tried to smile and make the best of it, but inside I was seething. As I cleared the dishes and started cleaning up in the kitchen, I could hear them talking softly about how “great” I was, and what an “amazing relationship” Jenna and I had. Then the giggles started again. They started getting louder, and I swear I heard one of them say something like “he’s a good boy” followed by more laughter. I was probably just being paranoid, but I started feeling pretty low.
Finally the three of them came into the kitchen. They were clearly having a great time, and all three had huge grins on their faces. Jenna walked over to me and started rubbing my shoulders and neck, telling me how great dinner was and how much they had enjoyed it. That cheered me up a little.
We all had a little more wine. Then one of the girls said they had to get going, they were heading out for ladies night drinks and some dancing. They tried to convince Jenna , and then both of us, to go with them, but Jenna declined. She raised her eyebrows and told them that we had some “things” to do tonight, and the two of them giggled again, and finally left.
And that’s when Jenna really made it up to me. She kept telling me how much it meant to her for me to be so nice to her friends, and how great I had been. I could tell she was really horny (alcohol does that to her) and we started getting into it right there in the kitchen. That was just the beginning. Let me just say, what an evening!
We must have made love for four hours straight. She did all the things I love - I mean everything! Multiple times. When she wants to, she can be very daring, and tonight she was completely uninhibited. She must have told me ten times how hot it made her to see me working so hard in the kitchen so she could have a good time with her friends. She was so proud of the respect I had shown her, and her friends could see it too. She would sprinkle these comments in as she kissed and licked and sucked me all over. She knows exactly how to make me feel good, and she did it over and over again. By the end of the night, I was completely drained, physically exhausted and no longer pissed off.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I enjoy making her feel like a princess and doing nice things for her like making dinner. And to tell you the truth, if every night ended like that, I’d cook and clean for her friends whenever she wants me to!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
More Issues
I really am a lucky guy. I live in a great area. My wife is smart, funny, and truly, stunningly beautiful both inside and outside. We're not rich, but we are financially very secure. We have some really great, fun friends who we see for dinner or go out with on weekends. Life is good, right?
It should be... but I still feel like something is missing. It's the friend thing. All of our friends, it seems, were Jenna's friends before they were my friends, and are women. Honestly, I was so busy over the past 5 years trying to make money that the friendship thing wasn't a top priority for me. Don't get me wrong, most of our friends (her friends) are wonderful and would do anything for her. The problem is, I feel like most of them have a very peculiar Southern California attitude. They are all very fit, work out all the time, and everyone is making pretty good money. They have the perfect SoCal blend of Narcissism and Hedonism. This results in a group of people who take pleasure in looking good and feeling good. Sounds perfect, doesn't it?
The strange thing is, they are all single! I swear, they are much more interested in dating guys than they are at all in settling down. I guess I'm just a good old country boy at heart, but some of these girls make me a bit uneasy. They have the same attitude towards men that some guys I knew in high school had toward women - "what can I get from him (her)?" Back home, the guys were interested in only one thing (sex), but these girls are interested in two things - how much money does he have, and how is the sex.
Like I said, these girls are all a lot of fun to hang around with, so I'm not complaining. Sometimes, though, I'm not sure that it's all that healthy for Jenna to be spending all her time with friends who are so materialistic. I just don't want her viewing our relationship in those terms.
It should be... but I still feel like something is missing. It's the friend thing. All of our friends, it seems, were Jenna's friends before they were my friends, and are women. Honestly, I was so busy over the past 5 years trying to make money that the friendship thing wasn't a top priority for me. Don't get me wrong, most of our friends (her friends) are wonderful and would do anything for her. The problem is, I feel like most of them have a very peculiar Southern California attitude. They are all very fit, work out all the time, and everyone is making pretty good money. They have the perfect SoCal blend of Narcissism and Hedonism. This results in a group of people who take pleasure in looking good and feeling good. Sounds perfect, doesn't it?
The strange thing is, they are all single! I swear, they are much more interested in dating guys than they are at all in settling down. I guess I'm just a good old country boy at heart, but some of these girls make me a bit uneasy. They have the same attitude towards men that some guys I knew in high school had toward women - "what can I get from him (her)?" Back home, the guys were interested in only one thing (sex), but these girls are interested in two things - how much money does he have, and how is the sex.
Like I said, these girls are all a lot of fun to hang around with, so I'm not complaining. Sometimes, though, I'm not sure that it's all that healthy for Jenna to be spending all her time with friends who are so materialistic. I just don't want her viewing our relationship in those terms.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Some of my issues
As I alluded a couple of days ago, I've hit some bumps in my life lately. Probably the biggest issue facing me right now is my loss of a job.
I am (used to be) a mortgage broker. I started in the mortgage business over5 years ago. At that time everyone told me I was crazy, the bubble had burst and the housing market was going down, fast. I didn't really listen to any of the naysayers, but I started focusing on what we call "subprime" borrowers. First of all, the payout was better, and second, I figured that if we really were in a recession that field would be the one that would expand.
Well, they say timing is everything and I had great timing on that. I started making money. Lots of money. More money than I ever expected. The market for subprime got stronger and stronger, and the lending standards became looser and looser. Things have been great for almost all of the 5+ years i've been in the business.
My wife, Jenna, came from money, her family has always had plenty of it. I, on the other hand, did not. I've got to tell you, I enjoyed all the nice things that all that money was giving us. Great cars, expensive dinners, Hawaii, Bermuda, Costa Rica! New clothes all the time. I really thought it would last forever. I enjoyed my life, and I mostly enjoyed my job.
Then about a year ago, the real estate party started to slow down. We had seen it slow before, and didn't think about it too much. But it didn't get better - it got worse. Last fall, things really started to get bad. Nothing was selling, and to make matters worse, the banks started getting picky on who they would lend to.
My company had geared up for big-time growth, and the business was shrinking. Heads started to roll. Fortunately, I was fairly senior by that point, and I was safe. Coming into work each day was painful, but at least I was working. Then in January, I got the news. I wasn't getting fired - the company was bust. We closed the doors for good and I was out of a job.
At this point, the entire industry is in big trouble. There are hundreds of people just like me, scrambling for a new job in an industry that is firing, not hiring. I'm pessimistic to say the least.
Fortunately, we are in good shape financially. We've saved some, and about 6 months ago Jenna inherited a lot of money in the form of a trust fund. It's funny, now she is the financial provider for us, not me. That takes some getting used to, for both of us.
I am (used to be) a mortgage broker. I started in the mortgage business over5 years ago. At that time everyone told me I was crazy, the bubble had burst and the housing market was going down, fast. I didn't really listen to any of the naysayers, but I started focusing on what we call "subprime" borrowers. First of all, the payout was better, and second, I figured that if we really were in a recession that field would be the one that would expand.
Well, they say timing is everything and I had great timing on that. I started making money. Lots of money. More money than I ever expected. The market for subprime got stronger and stronger, and the lending standards became looser and looser. Things have been great for almost all of the 5+ years i've been in the business.
My wife, Jenna, came from money, her family has always had plenty of it. I, on the other hand, did not. I've got to tell you, I enjoyed all the nice things that all that money was giving us. Great cars, expensive dinners, Hawaii, Bermuda, Costa Rica! New clothes all the time. I really thought it would last forever. I enjoyed my life, and I mostly enjoyed my job.
Then about a year ago, the real estate party started to slow down. We had seen it slow before, and didn't think about it too much. But it didn't get better - it got worse. Last fall, things really started to get bad. Nothing was selling, and to make matters worse, the banks started getting picky on who they would lend to.
My company had geared up for big-time growth, and the business was shrinking. Heads started to roll. Fortunately, I was fairly senior by that point, and I was safe. Coming into work each day was painful, but at least I was working. Then in January, I got the news. I wasn't getting fired - the company was bust. We closed the doors for good and I was out of a job.
At this point, the entire industry is in big trouble. There are hundreds of people just like me, scrambling for a new job in an industry that is firing, not hiring. I'm pessimistic to say the least.
Fortunately, we are in good shape financially. We've saved some, and about 6 months ago Jenna inherited a lot of money in the form of a trust fund. It's funny, now she is the financial provider for us, not me. That takes some getting used to, for both of us.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Spring Training
Living out here, the seasons all tend to blend together. There is one thing that always puts me into a spring frame of mind, however, and that is the start of spring training! The magical words "pitchers and catchers report to spring training today" gets me thinking about baseball again, and that gets me smiling. Bring on the boys of summer!
Monday, February 12, 2007
Why Blog?
What is the point of all this - why am I trying to post anything about my life online?
The truth of the matter is this: I'm going through a "transition period" right now, and I'm having some difficulty adjusting. One of my wife's good friends is counselor and was a psych major. I've had some good, long discussions with her about what is causing me all this angst and anxiety. She has been great, and one suggestion she kept making was that I start a blog journal. In it, I could regularly post about different issues that are troubling me. By "airing out" my concerns, I should be able to see them more clearly, and hence deal with them more effectively.
I'm a bit apprehensive about posting some of my personal issues online, but I'm willing to give it a try. "Baby steps" is her mantra, and that is what I'm going to do.
The truth of the matter is this: I'm going through a "transition period" right now, and I'm having some difficulty adjusting. One of my wife's good friends is counselor and was a psych major. I've had some good, long discussions with her about what is causing me all this angst and anxiety. She has been great, and one suggestion she kept making was that I start a blog journal. In it, I could regularly post about different issues that are troubling me. By "airing out" my concerns, I should be able to see them more clearly, and hence deal with them more effectively.
I'm a bit apprehensive about posting some of my personal issues online, but I'm willing to give it a try. "Baby steps" is her mantra, and that is what I'm going to do.
Friday, February 9, 2007
My Legs!
Holy s--t! I can barely walk. After mountain biking on Wednesday my legs are killing me - I can't believe what terrible shape I'm in. Well, this is a great opportunity to get myself together. Maybe I'll post updates on my training on this blog, to encourage me to follow through.
My fitness routines have always followed a depressingly familiar pattern: 1st 2 weeks - great! third or fourth week, maybe miss one or two days. 5th week get sick (or go on vacation, or pull a muscle, etc) and that's it - game over.
My wife is raving about a spinning class at her gym - maybe I should try that...
My fitness routines have always followed a depressingly familiar pattern: 1st 2 weeks - great! third or fourth week, maybe miss one or two days. 5th week get sick (or go on vacation, or pull a muscle, etc) and that's it - game over.
My wife is raving about a spinning class at her gym - maybe I should try that...
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
First Post
What a great day - we were out mountain biking in Chino Hills all afternoon. The sun was hot, the sky was blue, and there was almost no one else out there. There are times that I think you would have to be crazy to live anywhere else but Southern California.
You have good days and bad days, and this was definately a good day. My legs are already getting stiff from all the pumping. I don't think I'll have much trouble getting to sleep tonight!
You have good days and bad days, and this was definately a good day. My legs are already getting stiff from all the pumping. I don't think I'll have much trouble getting to sleep tonight!
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