On the sixth day of our time-share resort vacation, Jack had arranged a personal massage for me from a local outcall business. When we heard the knock at the door, I went to open it. There was a muscular guy standing there, smiling at me. He introduced himself as Hank, the masseur here for my massage. He had a large bag with him that contained his massage oils and other equipment.

Hank understood that my husband made the arrangements and was there to watch. After the initial introductions, I shamelessly revealed my naked glory to Hank when I shed the terrycloth robe, and lay face down on the bed.

Hank unpacked the oils from his bag and placed them on the bedside table, and he went straight to work on me, starting with my back, working his way from my shoulders to the small of my back. He continued massaging my back, adding more oil as I relaxed under his skillful hands.

At one point, he had worked his way down to my hips and was adding more pressure to them. It felt good, and I told him so. Then, he began to caress the cheeks of my derriere, which brought a slight moan from me. I felt his fingers lightly touching the tops of my legs, just below my cheeks. His fingers started from the sides of my legs, over the backs, and in between my thighs.

His finger came very close to my exposed pussy, which by now was throbbing with desire. I was sure he could feel my heat. It was tantalizing, and it felt so good!

Being the slut that I am, a part of me wanted Hank to stop massaging me and fuck me instead.

Another part of me was content to lie there, feeling his hands on my nude body, and I wanted this feeling to last for as long as it took. He massaged me from the tops of my shoulders to the soles of my feet for approximately twenty minutes.

Then Hank said, “Time to turn over, Mrs. Woods.”

I rolled over without bothering to cover my breasts with the towel. My nipples were hard and elongated. I closed my eyes with a quick breath that expanded my chest and lunged my breasts. There was a long moment of silence, and behind closed eyelids, I could feel my husband and Hank staring at my nakedness. I felt vulnerable and sexy!

Hank resumed the massage. He started at my shoulders and moved his hands slowly down my sides, touching the sides of my breasts. Then, Hank moved his hands back up to my shoulders and down until they were just above the tops of my breasts. He did this again and again, lightly brushing my breasts and just short of touching my nipples that now begged to be attended to.

Hank turned to my husband, who was watching avidly, smiling.

“Why don’t you continue with your wife’s breasts while I move lower,” Hank suggested.

Jack was hardly able to speak. As he stood alongside the bed, I could see he had an erection inside his pants. He reached down, and now I felt my husband’s familiar hands on my breasts, and they felt good.

Meanwhile, Hank moved his hands down to my hips and was massaging from there down to my upper thighs. Every so often, he moved his hands between my thighs, and at times, I could feel his fingers lightly brush against my labia.

Neither man hurried. My husband took his time caressing and massaging my breasts. It felt so good! My nipples were aching with pleasure. Hank tantalized my lower body. I could not see Hank because my husband was blocking my view, but I could certainly feel his hands on my hips and legs. Every few strokes, his fingers would brush my labia.

I was highly aroused and began to feel the building of another orgasm deep in my center. I started to moan uncontrollably.

“Your pussy is swollen and red. I know you are going to cum. Go ahead. Don’t hold it back,” Hank said as he slowly rubbed my introitus with his middle finger. Then he slid his finger to the third knuckle inside my pussy, and all I could do was hold on through another incredible orgasm.

Hank pulled his finger out of my convulsing pussy and replaced it with his tongue lapping my juices as my body twitched and shivered with pleasure. I didn’t expect Hank to go down on my pussy, but it felt so good I eagerly welcomed it. By now, one orgasm drifted into the next. No sooner did one end than another began, all because Hank continued to eat my pussy. He never let up.

I was moaning and squirming as Jack was still stroking my breasts, twisting, pulling, and rolling my nipples. I looked up at my husband, and he smiled, then leaned down and kissed my lips. He began kissing my tits, running his tongue all around my hot nipples. I nearly fainted from both guys pleasuring my tits and pussy.

Through my reverie, I became aware that Hank no longer had his head between my legs. I glanced to my right and saw Hank taking his clothes off. He started with his shirt, and I could see his well-defined chest and abs. Hank kicked off his sandals and pulled down his shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and I saw his half-erected cock.

Hank had an impressive-looking cock, thick, maybe eight or nine inches long, with its foreskin that funneled around the head. Seeing Hank naked with his cock in the open turned me on and lit up my lustful desires.

My husband stepped aside as Hank came to the bed. He lay with me and kissed me. I felt his cock grow hard against my flesh as he hugged me and ran his hands over my body. I was Hank’s property for the next hour with permission from my wonderful husband.

My husband enjoys watching me taking pleasure with other men. He is proud to have a wife who would do what most women won’t even consider doing. My husband watched me lie back and spread my legs for Hank as he moved over me, mounting me in a classic missionary style, with my legs bent back at the knees, feet arched, toes pointed, and my hands roaming my lover’s back. It is how my husband likes to see me.

I arched my hips as I felt the head of Hank’s cock rub against my exposed labia. My head pressed back against the pillow, and my lips parted with a moan as Hank penetrated me slowly. I felt the pressure of his cock stretching the tight walls of my pussy as he slowly moved further into my depths. Hank moved slowly in and withdrew just as slowly, with just the head of his cock remaining in my pussy. He continued fucking me in his slow, teasing manner, coating his delicious cock with my juices.

My hands moved down his back and reached the tight cheeks of his ass that rose and fell with a steadily increasing rhythm as he pumped into me. I felt his chest rub against my naked breasts. My nipples were rigid and tingled against his warm flesh. As we fucked sensuously, we kept kissing each other’s necks and shoulders. It was incredible! I began to climax almost continuously.

Juice leaked from my pussy, soaking Hank’s balls as they meshed against my ass. Soon, I felt my juices puddle on the sheet beneath my ass. At the end of each stroke, I could feel the head of his cock reaching my cervix. He moved more quickly, and I could tell he was nearing his climax, and I urged him to cum inside me.

I felt the warm pleasure of his cum flooding the depths of my hungry cunt as he exploded deep into me. He pumped and pumped more cum into my depths. It seemed his orgasm would never end, and I loved it that way. Finally, we lay there, locked together, still and quiet. I kissed him. He kissed me.

After a while, Hank pulled out of me. His cock was softer, not fully erect. I bent down and took it into my mouth. I could taste his semen mixed with my juices as I circled my tongue around the head of his cock. Hank enjoyed my ‘after-play’ as he lay back and groaned with pleasure.

I took a moment to say, “Thank you, Hank. That was wonderful. Is there anything special I can do for you?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing!” he replied.

Little by little, I could see and feel his cock getting more and more aroused as I continued to lick and suck it. I focused solely on his cock, and I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me.

As I serviced Hank, I felt hands on my hips. Jack, whom I had momentarily forgotten, got on the bed and lay next to me. He began rubbing my hips and then reached around and caressed my breasts. I started to feel the stirrings of more arousal.

As much sex as I had throughout the week, I was still ready and wanton for more. As I continued to work on Hank’s growing cock, I could taste the pre-cum oozing out of it. I could tell he was very aroused.

I wanted his cock back inside me. I raised myself upward and straddled his hips. I felt Jack get up and leave the bed, and as he did, I felt his lips brush my shoulder with a gentle kiss. He is such an accommodating husband!

I squatted, and as I did, I reached under and guided Hank’s cock back inside my slippery pussy. As I lowered and felt his cock penetrating me like a searing spear, I felt yet another orgasm working up inside me. I took him completely inside me, and we stayed in that position for a while with minimal movement. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.

Oh, it felt so good! It felt complete. I didn’t want to move or for this moment ever to end. Hank placed his hands on my shoulders and stroked them very tenderly. Still, neither of us moved much.

With his hands still on my shoulders, he bent me down towards his mouth. He ran his tongue across my breasts and sucked my left nipple, then the right. I moaned and had a sudden orgasm with his cock so deep inside me and his mouth making love to my tits. We still weren’t moving much, but I felt the walls of my pussy contract and release dozens of times.

It was after my orgasm ended that we began to fuck, then Hank flipped me over. Again, I lay on my back with my legs in the air as Hank fucked me missionary-style.

Missionary is my favorite position. It always has been, especially with a man like Hank working his cock in and out of me. Oh, it felt so fucking hot getting nailed by this man! Again, it was another climax for me. How many now? I didn’t know, maybe a dozen or more.

I reached down and felt where his slippery shaft and my introitus joined. I found a place where I could put my fingers alongside his cock as it entered me and could also brush against my inflamed clitoris. The action hastened our urgency.

Hank began pumping into me with faster strokes. Finally, with a groan that was almost a shout, Hank began to climax. At the same time, I began to orgasm again. We climaxed together. It went on for a long time, my pussy convulsing as he pumped his cum inside me. It was like time stood still. When Hank stopped spurting and I stopped cumming, we collapsed together. Minutes passed, and there was nothing but the sounds of our heavy breathing, gradually lessening.

Finally, I said, “Wow!”

He said, “That was incredible.”

He kissed me. We lay together some more. I luxuriated in the afterglow of being freshly fucked. Oh, what a feeling! I felt totally, completely satisfied. It didn’t get much better than this.

“I hate to say it,” said Hank, “but I need to leave soon.”

We relaxed our embrace. Hank rolled off of me, sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then stood up. In the light of the room, I admired his body well-defined body. His cock, now limp but still enlarged, hung down between his legs, but it still looked beautiful to me.

As Hank dressed, I looked over at Jack, still sitting in the chair on the other side of the bedroom. As Hank began to collect his oils and place them in his bag, Jack got up, stood next to Hank, paid him for his massage service, and thanked him for giving me the pleasure I enjoyed.

Jack and Hank left the bedroom. I heard Hank leave our condo, and a couple of minutes later, Jack entered the bedroom and saw me with the covers pulled up over my naked body. It was hard to find a place to lie in the bed that wasn’t wet from Hank’s cum and my juices.

“It was very intense and beautiful watching you going at it. It was very arousing. My cock is still hard from watching you enjoying that man. You did enjoy it, didn’t you?” Jack said.

“Of course I did, honey. I enjoyed the entire week,” I said and tossed the covers aside.

It wasn’t a pretty sight. My hair was in disarray. My body was covered in sweat and cum, but I was beautiful in my husband’s eyes. Suddenly, he was all over me. His hands explored my body, breasts, hips, thighs, and pussy. Urgently! Almost desperately, Jack went down on me, lapping my pussy, cleaning Hank’s cum that leaked from my gaping, well-fucked vagina.

I pulled his face to mine. “Slowly,” I said. “There’s no rush. Let’s relax and enjoy each other for once.”

I began unbuttoning his shirt. He lay back, let me undress him. He lifted his hip as I undid his pants and worked them down his legs. I began kissing his body, his chest, his nipples, and his belly. Finally, I reached his penis. It was hugely erect. I took it into my mouth and circled my tongue around its head. I kissed it, then sucked it, then tongued it, and repeated the whole process. A moment later, Jack pulled his cock away from me.

“If you keep that up, I’ll cum inside your mouth,” Jack warned me.

“That’s okay,” I said. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“No, I want to fuck you. But first, I want to finish what I started,” Jack said.

At this point, Jack kissed me a bit roughly. Then he moved his mouth down on my breasts and began sucking my nipples. As my husband worked on my breasts, I felt his hand go down to my pussy. His mouth followed his hand, and he began eating my pussy again. My juices began to flow again, and soon he made me climax, and he sucked my pussy clean.

It was my husband’s way of reclaiming me. Then he fucked me. It wasn’t long before he ejaculated inside me. His climax was powerful, and he filled me with his long-awaited release. We lay together afterward.

“I love you,” Jack said.

“I know,” I said, “and I love you too! You are a wonderful husband. I could not ask for anyone better.”

Although our time-share resort adventure ended, our sexual lifestyle was still on a roll.