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I was recently informed by my boss that I was to attend an out of town insurance seminar that would last most of a week. The seminar would be down in Florida, so I was looking forward to a week of warm weather, especially to get away from the cold Northern winters we have. The best part of the trip was the significant bonus that would come my way for attending. My only fear was telling my wife that I had to go away. It was their winter break (she works as a teacher), and I know she would go stir crazy with me being gone all week. My wife and I have been married over 10 years, and she looks much younger than her 41 years. She has very big breasts, and a cute ass that men drool over. She is very good at hiding her assets though, as we live in a small conservative town, and she dresses like a typical schoolteacher. Our marriage, like our sex life, is wonderful, we are as devoted to each other as the day we were married. After giving her the news about my trip, she came up with a solution. “Why can’t I go with you?” she asked. I gave that some thought, and approached my boss about the prospect of her attending with me. I offered to pay for the airfare, and promised I would only expense my meals, not hers. My boss said, “Well, the room is going to cost the same. As long as you attend the seminars, and you don’t think she would be bored, it’s fine with me.” As we were flying down on Monday, I realized that this was the first time in years we had been away from home. As with life, time had gone by quickly, and was looking forward to the evenings alone with my wife. Our sex life was good, but it had been awhile since we had been able to get away from our familiar surroundings. We got in late Monday night, and I prepared for my first seminar on Tuesday. I let Debbie sleep in, and spent the day wrapped up in different forms of liability insurances. When I got back to the room, Debbie said she had done a lot of walking around town, and had spent the day shopping. I was a little surprised with some of her purchases, as she bought a few items that were not what she would ordinarily wear around our small town. Debbie agreed with me, and apologized. She told me that she must have gotten caught up with the spirit of the warm weather, and promised me she would take back some of the inappropriate items she had bought. I suggested she keep one of the outfits, a low-cut silk blouse that was translucent, with a matching skirt. I suggested that she wear the outfit out to dinner, since we were away from home. We went to an outdoor café for dinner, and as we were waiting for our table at the bar area, I noticed a lady next to Debbie kept looking at her. She would glance at my wife, then look away embarrassed. A few times I caught her staring. When we were seated at our table, I mentioned the woman to my wife, who laughed it off, saying, “Well, I guess if I am too old to turn on a guy, at least I can turn on a chick. Was she hot?” I didn’t know the right answer, because anytime a woman asks you that question, there is no right answer. I answered the best I could, saying, “Well I didn’t really notice her, but she was hot enough that I would love to see the two of you in bed together.” My wife playfully punched my arm at my comment. She knew of my longtime fantasy to see her in bed with another woman. I figured since we were away, I would press the issue. “Why not see if she wants to come up to our room?” I asked her. “I don’t think so, she replied. First of all, I am not drunk enough, and secondly, I am sure I would chicken out.” She was well aware of my fantasy, and had never officially said no to it. We ate dinner, and as we were walking back to the room, I had to admit I was getting turned on thinking about her with another woman. We had very wild sex that night, and I knew my wife was letting go of some of her inhibitions while we were away. After my seminar on Wednesday, I returned to the room to find the shower running. After our wild lovemaking the night before, I was still horny, and figured I would strip down and join my wife in the shower. I undressed in the room, and crept silently into the bathroom. To my surprise, my wife was in the shower masturbating. I watched as she rubbed soap over her nipples, slowly fingering herself. She had her eyes closed, and by the look on her face, she was close to coming. Being a good husband, I didn’t interrupt her. I did watch her finish, as she rubbed her clit with her fingers, pushing them inside as she came. I slowly backed out of the bathroom, and waited for her to come out of the shower. As she was drying off, I went into the bathroom, and saw how flushed her face was. She had a glow to her that couldn’t be missed. She kissed me passionately, and noticing my hard cock, she said, “Mmmm, just what I need. I want you to eat me.” I was surprised at her forcefulness, but I went down between her legs, putting my tongue to good use as I made her come again. When I was finished, I slid up her body. After the show I had just witnessed, it obviously didn’t take me long to come. As my cock pulsated in her, she came again. While we were lying in bed, I finally found out what had gotten her so turned on. She told me to lay back; she had something to tell me. “I have to admit, you may have something in this fantasy of me being pleasured by another woman. I just didn’t have the guts to go through with it,” she said. “Why is that?” I asked. “Well, I walked all over town today returning some of the clothes I purchased yesterday,” she said. “When I got back to the hotel, my feet were killing me, and I noticed a pamphlet in the lobby mentioning that the hotel offers room massages.” “Go on,” I said, wondering where this was leading. “I wish you were here,” she said. “I ordered a massage, and about an hour later, a girl came in with a massage table. She said her name was Pat, and she told me to undress to a level I was comfortable with. I went into the bathroom, and took off everything but my bra and panties.” Just listening to her tell me the story made my cock begin to harden. “I got up on the table, and after thinking about what you said, I had to admit as she was massaging me, I was getting turned on. I don’t know how to describe it, honey, but I kept getting the feeling that she was trying to get me turned on too.” “How was that?” I asked. “Well, she kept saying that her specialty was sensual massages, and that she did work for the hotel too. She really concentrated on my thighs, and my chest area. My nipples were hardening, and she seemed to accidentally touch my pussy a few times.” “And???” I said, getting even more excited. “I was so wet, I was almost embarrassed,” she said. “I got the sense she wanted more, but I didn’t know what to say. When she asked if there was anything special I wanted massaged, I chickened out. I said no. Well, I flat out chickened out,” she admitted. “I also didn’t want to do anything without you here to watch.” “That would be a great show,” I commented. Debbie laughed. “I just know that you wouldn’t be able to sit still and not come out,” she said. “That would be embarrassing to me. I wouldn’t want to scare her away.” “Ha!” I said. “If I was watching, you would chicken out anyways.” She took the bait. “No, if you were watching, you wouldn’t be able to not interrupt.” My wife and I are both very competitive people, and we often make bets. The bets range from trivial facts to dares. Usually the payment for losing a bet is significant, ranging from extra housework, to agreeing to purchase something that wouldn’t normally be in our budget. “I bet you would chicken out,” I said, my voice raising an octave. “No way, dear,” she answered back, defiantly. “Ok, here’s the deal”, she said. “I’ll call down to the desk, and book a massage with Pat for tomorrow. I’ll even ask for a sensual massage. If you can stay in the closet and not disrupt us, you can buy that new motorcycle you want. If you can’t, and she makes advances, I won’t turn her down. If I do that, we’ll use your bonus money on that ring I have had my eye on.” I carefully weighed my options. I finally figured, “What the heck,” and let my pride take over, answering: “Deal.” I decided that it was too easy for her, so I wanted to establish some rules for our bet. “First of all, you need to get Pat, because I want someone who is going to get you turned on. Secondly, you have to be naked, and if you get excited, you cannot hide your excitement. I want you to tell the therapist that your butt and chest are especially tense. You must respond to everything the therapist does to you. If you back down, or chicken out, I win.” “Ok,” she said. “And you need to stay quiet in the closet. If you make a noise, or come out, not only will it be embarrassing to both of us, but you lose.” We put the terms down on hotel stationery, and Debbie picked up the phone. I listened to make sure she wasn’t going to cheat her way out of this one. “Yes,” she said. “We’re staying in room 412, and I would like to order a massage for tomorrow afternoon. I would like Pat to do the massage, and if I could note that I would like a sensual massage, I would appreciate it.” When she hung up the phone, she turned to me and said, “Tomorrow at 5:30.” I looked at her lovingly but smugly. “I’ll be sure to give you a ride on my new motorcycle.” The seminar the next day seemed to drag on. I don’t think I heard a word that was said, and hurried back to the room. Debbie was waiting for me. “Ok, hurry up,” she said. “It’s almost 5:30. I put a chair in the closet and moved some luggage out to make a little room for you.” “Um, don’t forget you are supposed to be naked,” I said. “And one more thing, NO exceptions to the rules, or you lose,” I said. “No exceptions,” she agreed. I took my place in the closet, and waited for what seemed to be an hour. Five minutes had actually passed when the phone rang in the room. I listened as my wife answered it. “Yes”, she said into the phone. “Oh, that’s quite alright, but thanks for calling.” After Debbie hung up the phone, she said to me, “Well, big boy, looks like you are going to get a good vantage point. The front desk just called, and Pat’s massage table is broken. They asked if it was acceptable to get my massage on the bed. That’s going to make it tougher for you to sit still.” I kept still as my wife undressed. She laid face down on the bed, as there was a knock on the door. “Is that you, Pat?” my wife called out seductively. “Yes”, came the reply, and in walked Pat. The shocker was that my wife had described Pat as an attractive female, about college aged. This Pat was college aged, but Pat was definitely a guy. “Pat?” my wife said, picking her head up off the pillow. “Yes ma’am”, he said. “I am here for your sensual massage.” “Is there another Pat that does massages here?” my wife asked. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “Pat is off today. Were you expecting her?” I chuckled inwardly, because I knew if my wife chickened out, I would win the bet. I knew she was aware of this, and I also knew how competitive my wife was. “No, was just curious,” Debbie said. Pat was dressed in sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt. He was well toned and tan. I caught him stealing an extra glance at my wife’s ass as she lay face down. I was watching in the closet, wondering if she would chicken out. I liked my odds at this point, but I also knew how competitive she was, and I have to admit, my cock was getting hard. “If at any point during the massage, you don’t feel comfortable, please let me know,” Pat stated, as he stripped off his shirt and sweatpants, leaving only a tight pair of bicycle shorts. Pat started by massaging my wife’s feet as she lay on her back. I could tell she was enjoying herself. He worked his way up each leg, massaging her muscles. When he got to her upper thigh, I noticed my wife squirming a little, which is an indication that she is getting turned on. “Is there any part of you that is especially tense?” Patrick asked. “Umm, no,” my wife said. Then remembering our bet, she said, “Well actually my butt and chest are especially tense.” When Debbie said that, I could tell there was a growing bulge in Pat’s shorts. I certainly don’t pay attention to men, but I could tell it was a sizeable package. Pat poured oil on my wife’s butt, massaging each cheek sensually. I could tell my wife was getting extremely turned on at this point. Pat put more oil on her lower back, and from my vantage point, I could see the oil dribble down between her cheeks. As Pat continued to massage her, Debbie lifted her ass off the bed. In doing this, it allowed his finger to trace underneath, where her now wet pussy was. At this point, I don’t know whose cock was harder, mine or Pat’s. My wife was always devoted to me, and although I felt a small tinge of jealousy, I was secure enough in our relationship to not have any worries. I knew my wife was turned on, and when Pat suggested he oil himself up to massage her shoulders, Debbie told him it was ok with her. Pat slipped off his shorts, and I watched as he applied oil to his chest and thighs. He straddled my wife, who was still face down on the bed, and started rubbing her shoulder muscles. As he did that, I noticed his fully erect cock was sliding in between her ass cheeks. The head of his cock was rubbing against my wife’s lower back with each shoulder rub. I knew at this point, Debbie was very turned on and close to coming. As he rubbed her shoulders, he said, “Just relax.” She was moaning, and I knew it was a combination of the shoulder rub and the hard cock near her ass. After a few minutes, Pat said, “You said your chest was tense also. Roll over now,” he demanded. My wife rolled over onto her back, and I could see how flushed her face was. Debbie propped her head up slightly on a pillow as he straddled her chest. Pat placed oil on her breasts and began to massage them. Knowing how sensitive my wife’s nipples are, I knew at this point she wasn’t going to chicken out. It was difficult for me to sit still, as watching my wife turned on was getting me harder than I could imagine. I knew if I played with my cock, I would make too much noise, ruining the bet for me. Pat then slid up and placed his erect cock between her breasts. Debbie gasped as he slid his cock in between her oily breasts, as his fingers played with her nipples. Pat must have been enjoying it too, because after a minute or so, he groaned, and both Debbie and I watched as he shot a tremendous load all over her chest. After he calmed down, Pat leaned over her and asked if there was anything else he could do to make her massage as relaxing as possible. Debbie didn’t answer him, but spread her legs and pushed his head down to her saturated pussy. My wife came instantly, screaming in pleasure. After she came, Pat continued eating her, and to my surprise, she didn’t stop him. Debbie didn’t say anything, but she started rubbing the remains of Pat’s monstrous load into her nipples. After a few minutes, she came again, groaning this time in pleasure. This time, after coming, she pushed Pat’s head away. He stood up and I noticed he was rock hard again. Debbie reached out, grabbing his hard cock, and started to jerk him off. When it appeared he was close to coming, Debbie pulled him up, taking as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. Pat groaned, and shot a second load into Debbie’s willing mouth. She wasn’t able to fit it all in, and some spilled out over her face. Patrick dressed quickly, leaving my wife in her bliss. As soon as he was out the door, I came out of my hiding place. Debbie grabbed me, and said, “I need you in me now.” I had no objections, as I plunged my cock into her. Debbie’s face was in a state of total pleasure as I pounded into her wet pussy. She reached up, pulling me down for the most passionate kiss we ever shared. I could faintly taste come on her lips as I shot a huge load into her. As we lay next to each other, caressing each other, Debbie spoke first. “Well, I held up my end of the bet to the exact word.” “Me too,” I replied. Before we fell asleep we discussed our plans as to which his and hers massage spa we would spend my bonus money on. |
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nice twist,DJ