Oh my God! What was I doing? My hips were out of control, arching to meet his hand, daring him to delve between my legs. Worse still, Jack, my husband, lay on the massage table alongside with no idea what was going on.

We were in China enjoying a couple’s massage with two male masseurs. We always request male masseurs as we find they give a deeper, more satisfying massage. We also ask if we can go naked as we find it more exciting. Some don’t allow it, but our guys had no objections.

With hot oil, my masseur gently kneaded my back, shoulder, and arms. We had struck it lucky, the way he worked I could tell he knew what he was doing; gently warming the muscles before attempting anything deeper. Gliding his hot hands down my legs, he teased them apart, exposing my delicate sex. Leaving one slightly bent as he worked on my feet. Secretly it gave me a thrill to think he might be looking at my precious.

Relaxed, almost asleep after thirty minutes of exquisite pampering he gently squeezed my butt and asked, “Could you turn over please.”

‘Cheeky.’ I thought but didn’t discourage his intimacy. How could I? I was enjoying it.

Once on my back, he continued with a relaxing foot massage. Gradually drawing me back under his spell before moving on to knead my calf and thigh muscles.

Hot fingers worked deep into my inner thighs making my senses jump as I felt a feather-light brush of my labia. ‘It was probably an innocent slip of the hand.’ I told myself. I didn’t mind, it felt naughty.

When it happened a second time, my nipples tightened and from between my legs, a delicious warmth spread through my body. By the third time, my heart was beating faster and my vagina was getting moist. I knew he was testing me; gauging my reaction to see if I wanted more.

Something similar had happened during a previous massage, but being happily married and believing good girls don’t, I’d stopped it going any further. When I told Jack afterward he laughed at my innocence, he said if it happened again I should go with the flow and enjoy it. The thought of another man touching me didn’t bother him as long as I enjoyed it. In fact, he liked the idea; he confessed he found it exciting.

I’m not sure if it was Jack’s encouragement, or the thrill of being touched by someone other than my husband, that was getting me so aroused. The only thing I knew for sure, was that the speed and intensity of my excitement were scaring me; my inhibitions had vanished, my nipples aching and my labia engorged in shameful anticipation, I was getting more and more turned on by the second.

Sure that I was open for more, he dribbled hot oil directly onto my breasts and as it hit my sensitive nipples, I squirmed in delight, shamelessly showing I was eager for his touch. Oh my god, he didn’t keep me waiting, my back arched as his hot fingers worked their magic on my boobs, his thumbs brushing my nipples, again and again, sending ripples of pleasure and excitement shooting down between my legs. No longer moist; more like hot, wet and ready.

Gorgeous as it felt, this was the first time I’d let this happen to me and I was aware of the other two in the room. Although I tried to stifle my moans, it got more and more difficult as he drove me crazy gently pinching my delicate tips.

Relief, in perfect symmetry, his soft, warm hands glided from my breasts over my flat tummy, down my thighs, then in ever-widening circles, swept back up toward my vagina; the anticipation was driving me wild.

Lightly, gently and without hesitation, he brushed my lips again and again. Oh my God! What was happening to me? My hips had taken on a mind of their own, this was not me, raising to greet his fingers while my pulsating pussy begged him for more.

Lifting my knees, I surrendered fully as he spread my thighs wide. Wow! To be so exposed, to know he could see everything was so exciting. There was no hiding how turned on I was as a tear of nectar dribbled across the cheek of my arse. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want to break the spell, but in my mind’s eye I could see him devouring every detail of my exquisite sex; glistening, dripping with wetness. This was so hot, so horny.

Obviously, he’d done this before and continued to tease me, a finger or two gently brushing my lips with each pass, never entering; just teasing. I could already feel the beginning of a climax rising inside me. My saturated slit throbbing to the beat of my racing heart as hand after hand cupped me, his fingers fluttering against my vagina making me quiver like a teenager as he trailed them up, over my clitoris.

Changing style, his fingers gently rotated either side of my puffy lips, his magical thumbs moving in delicate circles squeezing my inflamed pearl between my lips in a way that sent delightful pulses surging through my body.

Aware of my increasing arousal, he placed a hand above my mound and with his strong fingers he spread my labia apart totally revealing my engorged clitoris. Oh my god; this was wicked. I’ve never been so exposed to a stranger. I daren’t look to see if my husband or his masseur were looking, but I felt so naughty I hoped they were.

His erection pressed against my arm as he shifted position. It felt good to know I was having that effect on him and I’m sure he wanted me to take hold of his cock. Tempting as it was, this was all new to me and I was not sure I wanted to go there… yet! To my surprise, he lent over, his head angling towards my pussy and for a moment I thought he was going for oral. But; oh my god; ever so gently, he blew between my legs. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god… his cool breath set my sweet spot on fire and like a virgin touched for the first time, my thighs began to tremble.

A great unstoppable wave was building inside me and I was desperate for him to take me there.

Fingertips strummed my tender bud, and as my breath grew shorter my jittering thighs pushed against his hands. My heart raced in time with his fingers as he quickened his pace, harder, faster while my nails grasped for purchase on the bed.

Gasping for air I tried desperately to stifle my cries as I exploded into a head shaking, mind-numbing vortex, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest.

In a daze of post-orgasmic bliss; I lay there, limp, flushed with arousal, unable to believe how easily I’d come.

I was still glowing as the masseurs left, but couldn’t wait to tell Jack everything.

“I heard you. It was torture,” he said. “It took all of my will not to get hard in front of my masseur.”

Pulling me close, he explored beneath my towel as we kissed.

“Holy fuck.” He gasped, as he discovered my saturated pussy, much wetter than it had been in a long time.

There’s nothing I like more than the pleasure on his face during sex, but this was so different, so hot. I felt like I was giving him the ultimate present.

Back at the hotel, he wanted to know every detail, what he did, how he touched me and what it felt like. We fucked like teenagers, reliving every detail, enhancing it by fantasizing the masseuse was there giving me another happy ending while Jack watched.

After the holiday, back home, we talked endlessly about it, about how turned on we were, about how thrilled and excited we were. While buried deep inside me one evening, Jack tentatively asked if I’d like to repeat it and maybe take it further, turning the massage into a threesome?

Having experienced the fire. The thought of a hot sexy man fucking me made my tummy tingle.

There was only one answer to that.

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Story continues in ‘Happy Ending - Pt 2 - Falling in Lust again’