To massage him with her tits

SHANE

I heard the sound of Tracy squirting more massage oil from the bottle, and then a second later I felt her hands on me again—my shoulders, this time—supporting herself as she slowly lowered her chest…

Then she pressed the full weight of those massive, oiled tits onto my bare back.

I GROWLED, my toes curling and my fists reflexively holding onto the sofa cushions for dear life. Pleased with my reaction, Tracy got playful—sliding her slippery melons up and down across my naked body.

I wasn’t the only one enjoying Tracy’s massage. Her nipples were thick and hard as eraser nubs dragging across my oiled skin. Below, her pussy rubbed absent-mindedly against my leg, dripping with arousal.

She spun around a full 180 degrees, scooted her naked ass until she was straddling my upper back, and promptly dropped her oiled chest back down again—now using her hands to squeeze and grope at my bare buttocks.

I was so horny, I wanted to scream. As amazing as it felt having Tracy’s big, juicy breasts slipping and sliding all over my naked back, I hated how there was nothing I could actually do while lying on my stomach. I wanted to see my masseuse; wanted to hold her and kiss her and fuck her until we both passed out from exhaustion.

Then I heard Connor moan—loudly—and my curiosity overwhelmed any compunction I had about spying on him with my wife.

I opened my eyes and spun my head around to see what was happening on the opposite couch.

RIA

I can’t tell you how great it felt giving Connor that massage—and the fact that I was naked while doing it just made the whole situation crackle with naughtiness. His body-builder physique felt SO good in my hands.

I went slowly, carefully exploring the shape of each and every one of the guy’s well-defined muscles. His sheer, raw sex appeal was ridiculous—a man with a face as cute as Connor’s shouldn’t also be allowed to have such an amazing body.

But equally sexy was the way he responded to my touch. His breathing grew heavy and excited, and beneath me his hips started shaking uncontrollably, instinctively getting ready to fuck.

After a few minutes spent groping at his back, shoulders, and arms, I finally decided to treat myself to a more intimate region. It had been a full year since I’d groped Connor’s naked ass, and as much as that memory was forever burned into my psyche, it also felt strangely unreal; almost like the whole thing had just been a very vivid, very sexy dream.

I meant to take it slow and tease the guy, but I couldn’t help myself. The closer my hands got to that nice firm butt, the faster I went. Then, just as I was about to get my hands on the prize, I heard Shane start groaning on the other couch.

I turned to see what the big deal was, and gasped at the sight:

Tracy was rubbing her naked tits all over my husband’s body.

It wasn’t exactly much of a massage, but Shane obviously wasn’t complaining. No wonder he was making all that noise!

Tracy caught me staring and blushed, her wide eyes silently asking, is this okay?

I winked at the girl, and answered her question by finally giving Connor’s gorgeous butt a full-on grope. He reflexively lifted his hips up off the couch in response, exposing his smooth-shaven balls and that impressively hard cock.

Speaking if things I wanted to get my hands on…

I pressed my fingertips into Connor’s inner thigh muscles and slid them upwards, teasing, right to the apex of his crotch. Then I did it again, and again—massaging the most sensitive spot on his body without ever quite making contact with his genitals.

Tracy saw what I was doing—where I was heading—and she bit her plump lower lip in anticipation. She mouthed the words: