HOTWIFE | EROTIC MASSAGE | SEX WITH FRIEND | STRAYING

A Massage to Hubby’s Best Friend

I can’t resist those muscles I’ve been longing to touch

Hubby used to invite Ron to our place pretty often. Among his friends from the indoor soccer club, he was the one Kevin had the biggest bond with.

Well, I liked to have him around. First of all, Ron was as handsome as my husband. I had seen him more than once in swim trunks in our pool, and not only he had muscles to die for, but he also seemed to have a big package between his legs. Hubby had joked more than once about his equipment.

As a professional masseuse who had her share of little adventures with customers — of which my hubby had always known — I can’t deny I had often fantasized about touching Ron’s body… or about him, touching mine in the naughtiest spots.

Moreover, he was fun… real fun. Every time we invited him over for dinner — usually on Wednesday, right after their weekly soccer match — we would end up laughing so much my belly hurt. He was one of those persons who could make you feel at ease, no matter what, even telling the dirtiest things.

Ooh, yes… his jokes were sometimes so filthy, that we began sending our kids to my mom when he came for dinner to be freer to reply with the same tone.

Tonight, the atmosphere was somehow strange, though. We were sitting on the sofa, the TV showing a football match, the guys drinking beer, me… my usual glass of white wine. Hubby and Ron were talking more seriously than usual.

“Up for next Wednesday’s match?” Hubby asked Ron.

“Mmmm… not sure.”

“You joking, man?”

Kevin heated up pretty easily when it came to soccer.

“You know I’m injured,” Ron said when he finished taking a long sip from his beer.

“Your leg is still not OK?”

“It comes and goes, and tonight I’ve overexerted it. I should take a week break if I don’t want to spend a fortune on massages.”

The room fell in silence. I had heard them talking, and I felt called into question. But I didn’t dare to talk. I was well aware of what was coming.

I’d dreamed too much about touching Ron’s body, but it was better to prevent any misleading situation from happening completely. I wanted all but ruining their friendship because of my uncontrollable desire.

“Terry, why don’t you take care of him?”

“I don’t work for free, not even for friends.”

That was my standard answer, so I didn’t even have to think about it. But my heart was exploding in my chest.

And when Kevin begged me to save his Wednesday soccer, I could do nothing but accept.

That night, when we went to bed and I questioned my hubby, things took an unexpected turn.

“What the fuck were you thinking back then?” I asked Kevin, as soon as he began caressing my breasts.

I could feel his excitement but I needed my answer before I could relax and enjoy it.

My hubby looked at me, frowned, then smiled.

“And why are you overreacting like this?” He said, as calm as he had ever been.

When he asked, I realized I wasn’t being myself.

Was I betraying my real feelings to him?

“You never let me massage your friends… and you know I don’t work for free.”

My voice didn’t sound convincing.

“Ron is different. You like him, don’t you?”

“That’s not the point! He’s a friend and…”

“Ooh, it is exactly the point,” he said. “What if you let him pay you… in a different way?”

Now, I was shocked. Was my hubby blatantly proposing me to have sex with his best friend?

“Are you joking?”

“You know I wouldn’t mind sharing you with him,” he said. “I trust him, and I know he likes you… but nothing more. And he loves his wife… but she isn’t exactly the type to please him.”

Yes, he had told me many times, about this desire to share me with another man. But I had never thought his best friend would be an option. He had always spoken about strangers, and that — to be honest — had never interested me.

Would I do it with Ron?

Kevin may be right. He could be the right person with whom to try this.

My husband’s hand slid down my stomach, inside my panties, and a finger between my lips. I was wet. Dripping wet.

“It seems you’d not mind it, either.”

Fuck yeah. I would totally do it with Ron.

My hubby’s friend came to my studio the day after, in the evening. I confess I was thrilled. He was going to be the last customer. We didn’t have any time limit.

When he arrived, he seemed as embarrassed as I was. I wondered if he had talked with Kevin about my… availability.

“Please, undress, and lay face down.”

“Undress… like… completely?” he asked.

“You can keep your briefs on, if you’re ashamed about yourself,” I mocked him.

The standard procedure didn’t require my customers to be naked but… I was making an exception for him.

He removed his shorts, grinning at me.

“Think this is something to be embarrassed about?” He asked, drawing my attention to his cock dangling between his legs.

To be honest, it seemed a promising size.

“Mmmm… doesn’t seem so. But you may be one of those gifted with meat, and not with the brain to use it,” I mocked him again.

I don’t know why, I was feeling aggressive. And powerful. He was going to be literally in my hands, soon, and I had permission from my husband to do whatever I wanted with him, as long as I told him the details afterwards.

Yes, I had agreed to tease Ron and… to see what happens. But given the way hubby had fucked me after our agreement — repeatedly asking me if I would love Ron’s cock into my pussy — we both knew everything was going to happen.

“Well, now I’m eager to show you.”

“Calm down, boy… calm down,” I joked back.

He lay face down and I put a small white towel on his butt. His muscular body gave me the thrills. I was looking forward to touching it, and I’m sure I was already wet when I began massaging the back of his legs. I slid my fingers up his calves, then on the back of his thighs, continuing up to his butt, then towards the hips. Back again, carving my fingertips in his shapes, feeling his muscles contracting and releasing under my strokes.

It wasn’t an erotic massage. I’d been there: I’d flirted with customers before… and accepted a little extra for taking care of their erections. Today it was different. Even if I was still keeping it professional — after all, he did need a massage — I was extremely turned on. The wetness dampening my panties wasn’t in my imagination.

“Is it OK like this?” I asked after a while pressing my hands on his inner thighs.

“Even too much.”

“Is there any too much?”

“Mmmm… I mean… if I knew you were so good, I would have come here earlier. You’re worth all the money you ask.”

“So, how much are you going to pay me?” I teased him.

“Kevin said we would find an agreement.”

“I’m demanding.”

“I’ll do my best to satisfy you.”

I was having shivers. The continuous double meanings made my head spin. There was so much sexual tension in the air.

“Can you turn around?” I asked when I finished taking care of his front.

“Not sure.”

“You can’t turn around?”

“I can but… well, I said your massage felt too good…”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing unusual in my job.”

I pretended to be calm, but I’m almost sure he could hear my heart racing in my chest.

He turned around, sliding the towel to his front. But he was so hard, that the towel could barely cover his erection: a quivering tent between his legs.

“Well, this is a little unusual,” I joked.

“I told you.”

“No, I mean… you must make women happy.”

I had to hide my awe, because his cock wasn’t anything less than eight inches.

“Only the ones who deserve it.”

“It’ll fade away, don’t worry. Just relax and think about the massage.”

I focused my hands on his inner thighs but… the towel, pulled up by his cock, couldn’t cover much anymore. I would touch his naked balls occasionally when sliding up, making his dick twitch with pleasure until the towel was covering just its tip.

I reached for the towel and removed it.

“We must get rid of this or you’ll not be able to focus,” I said, wrapping his cock in my oily hands.

He looked at me and, for a moment, he seemed worried.

“Terry… is this going to be OK?”

“I know how to handle a cock. Even one this big,” I chuckled.

“No, I mean-“

“Shh.”

I didn’t want him to talk, but mostly I didn’t want myself to get distracted. Ron’s was a wonderful dick! Thick, long… and hard like a rock. It was a manly tool, and now that I had seen it, there was no way I was going to resist it.

I stroked his shaft up and down. Ron moaned and groaned, while a hand caressed his tip and the other cupped his balls, a finger sliding occasionally down to tease his rosebud.

“Mmm… Terry… it feels so good…”

“Yes… cum… cum for me, Ron…” I suddenly wanted to look at him, spurting for me.

But he had no intention to let me finish him like that. He slid a hand between my legs, under my massage uniform, and I instinctively spread my thighs to let him reach my sex.

“Mmm…” I moaned when his fingers reached my panties. Then he pulled them to the side and began caressing my wet slit. “Ron… please…”

“You’re as turned on as I am. Why not take advantage of it?”

“I… how can a woman not get horny, touching such a beautiful cock?”

“Take it, then.”

Well, it was time I stopped pretending, indeed. I smiled, pulling down my panties.

“This is not considered a payment,” I said, crawling on the massage bed.

I was still dressed in my uniform, so Ron couldn’t see me. But I grabbed his cock between my legs and directed it to my dripping entrance.

“Fuck, Terry… fuck... your pussy feels so good…”

I should have been the one saying that about his cock in me. It was stretching my cunt in ways I had never experienced and, likely because of the long state of excitement, I was already on the verge of an orgasm. When I finally sat on him, his dick balls-deep inside me, I was covered in goosebumps.

“It… mmm… my God, Ron… your cock feels so good…”

He began to rock his hips under me, up and down, up and down.

“Wait… wait… let me… mmmm…”

I wanted to ride him. I wanted to be the one in lead. But I just couldn’t. As soon as he had started pushing his dick in and out of me, I had been taken over by the wonderful sensations.

“No… don’t stop… don’t stop… gimme more…”

I was riding him, in rhythm with his thrusts. Up and down, up and down… I was in heaven, and soon, my climax couldn’t be postponed anymore.

“I’m coming, Ron… I’m coming… don’t you dare stop fucking me…”

I exploded, shuddering and trembling on a cock that wasn’t my husband’s. An incredible experience. When I finally got back to my senses, I was lying on Ron, my head on his shoulder, my pussy still tightened around his cock.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I realized what he was referring to, only when I pulled his cock out of me and a river of cum dripped out of my pussy.

“Naughty Ron, I’ve enjoyed the ride,” I said. “And I’m on the pill,” I added, giving him a peck on the cheek.

I wanted to tell him that he was going to cum inside my cunt again, soon. But I couldn’t be sure, yet.

“Finally, we can continue with the massage?” I said, standing by the massage bed and placing my hands on his thigh again. “We don’t want Kevin to get angry if you can’t play next Wednesday, right?”

“Am I coming for dinner, after soccer?” he asked.

I felt the need to kiss him, but I didn’t dare. There would be time for that.

“Only if you behave,” I giggled.

A new life had begun for me.

A new life with two cocks.

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