A massage I will never forget
I’m a 32 year old mother of two daughters, married to a hard
working, good looking man who was my high school sweetheart.
He is the only man I have ever been with but I consider myself
lucky because he is a wonderful lover. I can barely believe
it myself, but this is a true story that my husband is not
aware of…and probably never will be.
His younger brother, I’ll call him C, is a computer technician
for a national computer company and he travels constantly.
He is 3 years younger than my husband and uses our house as
a stay over place when he travels in our area…which is quite
often. C has keys to our house and is under standing orders
to just come in and help himself if he gets here when we’re
out, so it’s a very nice and comfortable arrangement for
us all. He takes care to pick up after himself and treats
us to dinners and treats that he calls his “rent” payments.
He is a very attractive man with broad shoulders and a sturdy
frame that has always been a source of fantasy for me. I'm
a small town girl with only my husband as my experience with
men, so a little naughty fantasy is harmless now isn't it?
He is very athletic and gives GREAT massages that have become
our running joke as being rent he pays ME for when he comes
to visit. He and my husband are very close and we all have
a good time any time C comes to visit. We had a particularly
good time this past visit.
Occasionally , my husband travels to job sites that are
far enough away where it makes sense for him to get a room
there to keep from having to drive all the way back home in
the evening, then having to drive all the way back the next
morning. This was one of those occasions. C was going to
be passing through town and my husband was going to have
to be out of town for the night…which was fine because C was
more of a family member than a house guest…besides, we get
along great (to say the least).
When the kids get home from school, I am going non-stop from
the time they hit the door, until the time I finally get them
put to bed for the night. Early morning and late night are
the times I have to sort of relax and refuel for the next day.
I love to take a hot bath after the kids are in bed then pull
on something comfortable and just have some quiet time
for myself. Very often I just lie on our bed and do what I think
of as gentle masturbation. Sometimes I really work at having
a good old orgasm, but often I just glide my hands all over
my body through my night shirt and just relax with all the
sensual thoughts I can think of to relax me. My husband is
more of a direct lover, he just makes love to me and has his
orgasm...so I'm left to my special times to feel the feminine,
sensual things I always hoped love making would bring.
My “alarm” that someone is home is that our garage door opener
can be heard from our bed room, so when I’m having my "special
time", I can be up and decent before anyone has a clue what
I was up to. Not that it’s a bad thing, it’s just that this
is my private time and if I want to keep it that way, well,
I can if I want!
Well on this evening, out of nowhere, C stood in the doorway
watching me lying there with my eyes closed, rubbing my
breasts and shoulders, my hips and even my pussy, gently
through my night cloths. I think he tried to move out of the
door way before I opened my eyes but made some sound that
made me open my eyes…and I let out a shriek that could awaken
the dead when I realized someone was standing there. Apparently
I had not closed the stupid garage door when I picked the
kids up from school…so much for my alarm system.
Anyway, I was so embarrassed and jumped to my feet and ran
for a robe because that night shirt was all I had on and my
form could easily be seen through the thin fabric. I was
frantic and I sort of scared C with my screams too…. He realized
how embarrassed I was and just said he was sorry for standing
there like a dope watching me, but he didn’t know what to
do because usually when the garage door is opened, it’s
okay for him to just come in. I face was beet read, when he
said I should be able to have my privacy and apologized over
and over again for sort of walking in on me.
We laughed a little to break the tension...and I told him
he owed me BIG time for this one, and that I would appreciate
him not mentioning this to my husband…just to spare me the
embarrassment a second time around. I'm not sure he would
think it was so funny anyway, so I thought it should just
be left alone. C agreed thank God.
I have to admit, it was sexually stimulating to know that
C had watched me pleasuring myself and actually arousing
myself in front of him. This is something my husband had
never even seen me do, so it was pretty special to me that
C had seen me doing this, but handled it like a gentleman
and never said much about it….he’s a great guy and I thought
more of him now than ever.
We had a snack together and watched TV for a while when C suggested
that a massage might be in order after all the commotion.
He had always just massaged my shoulders as I sat in a chair
and just turn me to mush up to this point, so the thought of
having his hands on me especially without my husband here….well,
was a thrill I had no idea was about to turn even more special.
I had my frumpy old terry robe on over my might shirt so C suggested
that I take the robe off and lie face down on the floor in front
of the TV and he would give me a “special” rent payment to
make up for what had happened.
I could feel my pussy warming already. Only my husband had
ever really touched my body the way I thought C would be touching
me, so my pussy was already getting slippery and I could
feel my pussy lips sliding together as I moved to the floor.
I was nervous and excited at the same. time. I figured if
C had seen me touch myself the way he had, a little massage
wasn’t going to hurt [wicked grin].
He began his massage on my shoulders and back. All that was
between my skin hand his hands was a thin cotton night shirt…no
bra, no panties, just me and my bare butt. C’s hands are magical.
As he stroked my back and shoulders he had me purring like
a little pussy cat as always, but this time my pussy was getting
hot and very, very wet. He moved in time down to my bottom
and stroked from my shoulders to my waist in a way that kept
him from pushing my night shirt up and exposing my butt (and
oozing pussy). But the more he tended to me, the more hot
I think he knew he was making me. The thought of me pleasuring
myself and him watching me was in the front of my mind….and
his too I have an idea.
He stroked from my shoulders, down my sides very firmly,
narrowing to my waist, down the sides of my hips then very
firmly all the way down my legs to my feet. God, I was in heaven.
As he did this the first time I groaned and didn’t care if
my pussy was dripping hot or not…I was feeling very, very
good.
After about 5 times running his hands over me this way, I
could hear C’s breathing and I was practically on my way
to a full out orgasm, so as his hands reached the area of my
bottom, I couldn’t help but raise my bottom up to sort of
give him access to my pussy. I was on fire and I just wanted
him to know it. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to do anything bout
it, but to have him touch me this way was making me hot and
very wet. It made it a little more comfortable because I
didn’t have to look at his face, but at this rate, I was beginning
to want more than a little massage.
As he grew nearer and nearer to my pussy lips as he stroked
me, I got more and more bold about my movements. He would
stroke with feathery fingers up my inner thighs and I finally
just pushed back and raised my bottom hoping upon hope that
he would dare go to the next step. I was on fire. I wanted him
and I wanted him now.
On the next pass…he slid two fingers around my wet, slippery
pussy and I shuddered and bucked into the floor with an electric
orgasm. That’s all it took. I was hot and so was he.
C began to finger fuck me very firmly but very gently. Lying
face down, my legs spread as far apart as I could get them,
but husbands brother had pushed my buttons and I belonged
to him. I knew it was wrong, but it was so deliciously erotic,
I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted this for me and I intended
to have it.
C slid two fingers in and out of me in a way that my husband
had never done before. He was gently massaging what I thought
was my G-spot because these were sensations that I had not
had before, and I was shaken by how strong these feelings
were. I could hear my pussy slipping and sloshing with my
pussy juice and I just wanted C to have his way with me.
For a moment it was still. I hoped he wasn’t stopping because
it had gone this far and I really didn’t want it to stop, so
I feared he had decided enough was enough. Then I heard his
zipper and his belt and his pants coming off….I was ready.
I wanted C to fuck me. I wanted his cock to go where his fingers
had been so I could feel some more of this incredible pleasure.
My husband was a great lover, but he never made me feel this
way, and I was wanting more of it.
I froze in place. We hadn’t talked and I didn’t want to spoil
it. I feared if I made eye contact with C, it would be over
because I would come to my senses.
I felt his warm, muscular body over me. I raised my ass as
he pushed my night shirt further up my back. When he lowered
his bare, hairy chest to my back, I almost came again. He
was so warm and his cock was so hard as it poked and bounced
as he moved…. I thrust my ass in the air, and he kneeled behind
me and guided his hot meat to my pussy…and he sunk his hot
cock deep inside my slippery hold right to the hilt.
I grunted, I bucked, and I raised myself to my elbows for
a little more leverage. With his whole body resting on me,
he fucked me slick and hard while he virtually laid on me.
This is the best fucking I had ever had. My husband’s brother
was giving me the fucking of my life and I had never looked
in to his eyes.. Oddly, I had orgasm after orgasm as C fucked
me. Usually, one orgasm was my limit then I was off to sleep
in my husband’s arms, but this was different….I was being
fucked, and I was being fucked good.
C began to quiver and shudder. He held his breath and grunted
that he was coming, and he fucked vigorously until he shot
his hot milk inside me. His cock was big and It was beautiful.
I felt wonderful.
After some time to collect ourselves, C went to bed and we
both felt awkward about what we had done in the heat of the
moment. We were very quiet and didn’t really know how to
handle what we had done. We retired to our separate beds
and I laid there with my pussy ravaged thinking of that man
down stairs.
Into the night, I couldn’t take it any more. I went down stairs
to the guest room in the basement, and crawled nude into
bed with C. He breathed a heavy breath and rolled toward
me. My cool hand held his hard cock once again. He wanted
me, and I wanted him.
The rest is our little secret, and I have finally been shown
what it’s like to really be fucked, and fucked good.
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