Slip into something more comfortable

I knew my husband was in the closet, and part of me suspected he knew Chris was going to be a guy, just to see how I'd react.

I didn't care. I just wanted a massage. So if it meant my perv husband watching so be it.

I had to admit I was a little turned on by Chris. I wasn't sure what direction everything was going to in, so I stripped to my bra and underwear, and got up on the table. After getting comfortable, I decided that I'll just take my bra off too.

Chris was wearing a tank top and tight biker shorts. I laid on my stomach as he started on my legs. It felt heavenly.

I started to ask Chris questions to be friendly. After a little small talk, Chris said, "Just be quiet. I want you to listen to the music and relax."

I was in heaven as his strong arms made their way up my legs. I started to get a little wet when he got to my inner thighs and butt. When I started to squirm a little, he immediately moved up to my shoulders.

He stood near my head when he was doing my shoulders, and I opened one eye to see that the bulge in his shorts was growing. Knowing that I was making a man hard really excited me.

I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. I came out of my fog when I heard him say, "Time to turn over".

Chris held the towels up as I rolled onto my back. He placed one of the towels over my breasts and the other over my pussy.

He started his routine again. Legs (oh how I was squirming when he got to my upper thigh).... then he did my shoulders. I turned my head to the side and was inches from a rock hard member that was straining to get out of the shorts.

I remembered my husband was watching, so I figured I better give him a show.

My arms were at my side. I slid my hand up and brushed against his cock. I then rested my hands at my side. Chris didn't say anything, however he moved his body down the table, so his cock was right by my hand again.

I accepted the non-verbal invitation, and now started rubbing it more aggressively. He then pulled his shorts off completely, his cock smacking him in the stomach when he did.

He massaged my upper thighs again, and then without warning, plunged his finger into my pussy. I let out a gasp, and then he started rubbing my clit.

I exploded with a powerful orgasm, and when I came back to Earth, I felt more relaxed than I had felt in a long time.

I laid there panting, and then told him, "I need to take care of that" gesturing to his hard cock.

Chris then took the towel off my breasts, and oiled them up. He moved his body over me, thrusting his cock between my oily tits. He was large enough that I could lift my head slightly, and touch the tip of his cock with my tongue when he thrust forward.

Soon he came, flooding my mouth and tongue with his cum. I moved over to the bed and told him I was so relaxed I was going to take a nap.

He quickly picked up his belongings and quietly left the room. Once he was gone, I was barely awake when I saw my husband open the door and come out.

I could see his t shirt was soaked with his cum. I drifted off for a nap, knowing he enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed the massage.