Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

At this point, I basically had to have Elena stop doing my thighs as the towel was basically rubbing my dick, and there was no way I could take this. I was hoping that she thought that my leg was getting sore, but she probably knew exactly what was going on.

Finally, they moved to the head of the table, to finish the massage. Paco had gone to wash his hands first, which seemed odd since he was just going to get oil on them again anyway. Soon they were both doing our scalp, which was unexpected to me, but felt great and helped me calm down again after watching Paco manhandle my wife. I thought that I might actually survive this with a little dignity. After massaging my scalp, Elena said, “What would you like to finish with, your pectorals or arms?”

I wasn’t really thinking there was a wrong answer to that question, so I just said, “Pecs sound fine.” I was feeling mellow and agreeable at this point.

Elena looked over at Paco and said, “Okay, we’ll do pecs”.

Wait, I thought, was this the plural, “you”? Was she asking for both of us? What’s that mean for Paco and Jennifer? Does Jennifer get a say in this?

It appears that the answer to the final question was no. Elena and Paco moved their respective hands down our necks and then down to our upper chests. As good as that felt, I had to glance over to see if that was happening to Jennifer too, and the answer to that question was yes. It was still a fairly modest exercise on the other table, but the slight rocking back and forth from the rubbing was not doing her towel any favors. I swear that it almost looked like her barely covered nipples were pushing the towel down her body every time Paco rubbed back and forth and that the towel was losing that battle as Paco’s hands moved closer and closer to some of the finest tits on the planet.

I still kept thinking about how there is no way Jennifer could be comfortable with this. She was starting to get tense, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable type of tense. She was grabbing the edge of the table, but she was definitely not nervous.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

At some point, Elena was still finishing up rubbing me and had worked her way down to my chest, which was fine, but I had been focused on the other table. Paco, on the other hand, seemed to pull the towel up a little bit, and I felt myself mostly relieved but just a little disappointed.

But then it happened, and I don’t think Jennifer or I was expecting it. Paco put a little more oil on his hands, carefully slid them under the towel and started massaging her pectoral region. Except those muscles were covered with her tits, and topped with nipples that I had seen clearly poking through the towel. He tried to make it look professional, but he was a young man with strong slippery hands and they were going back and forth on my wife’s tits. Back and forth. The towel was there, but it might have well not been. You could even hear it as his slippery fingers rolled over my wife’s tits over and over.

I thought it was going to be too much for me, but in the end it was too much for Jennifer. She tried to not make a sound, she tried to act like nothing was happening, but she wasn’t fooling anyone but herself. She was coming, and she was coming in front of strangers, and one was a handsome young man whom she had known less than an hour who was half massaging her and half feeling her up like a total slut.

Eventually, her orgasm subsided and the massage was over. Paco and Elena quickly washed up and told us that we were free to use the shower in the room to clean up before we left, and that they didn’t have another massage for a while so we could take our time.

I got up and went to her side, but she was quiet. I took her by the hand and we walked over to the shower and turned it on. She was still not saying anything and I didn’t know exactly what she was thinking.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Did you… see?”

“Did I see you come? Oh God yes, I saw it.”

“I was so embarrassed. I can’t believe I came. I can’t believe he rubbed his hands on my tits. I can’t believe I let him. I can’t believe YOU let him. You put me in this situation. It wasn’t my fault.”

She was holding on to me tight, our slick bodies rubbing together as she sorted this through.

“There was nothing wrong with that. You were enjoying yourself. A lot. I was enjoying myself. And Paco was sure as fuck enjoying himself.”

She had to laugh briefly at that. “What was he thinking, a young man like that feeling up an old woman?” She was starting to relax a bit as she understood that I was good with what happened.

“Do you want to know the truth? He was hard as a rock when he hurried out of here. I bet he’s probably done jacking off already thinking about your legs in the air and his dick in your pussy.”

She started smiling a little more, “I guess MAYBE. He is a young man, and they do get excited by just about anything. Maybe even an older woman.”

“I thought you were totally hot, and you looked like he’d have paid you for that massage instead of the other way around.”

“So you’re sure you’re not mad at me?”

Okay, at this point she had to know I was not mad, but if she wanted to hear me say it, I was happy to say it. I mean, I was smiling, about to explode, holding her fucking hot body against mine while I talked in detail about what was possibly the hottest thing we had ever done.

“Well, okay then, I suppose I can get just one more thing off my chest then.”

“What’s that?”

“You know how Paco had to go wash his hands after massaging my legs?” she said, less guiltily and more seductively. “While he was rubbing my thighs, the sides of his hands kept bumping into my pussy. He tried to make it seem accidental, but I’m sure it wasn’t. The more he was rubbing the more he kept hitting it, rubbing across it, rubbing across my clit and just moving over and over my pussy more and more. I almost came then, and I was so wet that his hands must have been a mess. I’m sure he didn’t want to take all that juice from my pussy and have it wind up on my face.”

As she described the lurid details with words that rarely came out of her mouth, I came. I came and I came as my dick rubbed all over her body and came all over her stomach, hip, and even the hair around her pussy. I came so much that she looked sort of like she had been gang-banged, until the shower water washed it all down her leg in what was one of the sexiest images I had ever seen.

“Well, it looks like you were okay with it, and if it makes you happy then that’s what’s important to me,” she said, probably even half-convincing herself.

*******

We spent the afternoon napping, with Jennifer watching TV. I know that seems a little lame considering we were at a nice resort, but we were happy and just wanted to hang out in a comfy bed together for a while. At some point, Jennifer texted with Olivia to let them know that while this afternoon was probably going to be a bust for getting together, dinner might be fun. We agreed to get together at six for dinner, which would hopefully avoid the crush between around 6:30 or 7.

Jennifer started to talk about what she was going to wear. She had changed back into just a dress and panties after the massage and was trying to figure out what was the right thing for dinner here at the resort. I thought she looked good in what she had on and was probably dressed appropriately for a casual dinner, which was my honest opinion. She pushed back and said that she should at least put on a bra, to which I replied that no one is really going to notice. Given the relatively thin dress she was wearing, that was a slightly less honest opinion. It was not at all see-through, but it was no match for her determined nipples this afternoon She almost never went braless at home, but due to some combination of laziness and possibly something else, she grudgingly conceded the argument, but made it clear that she wasn’t convinced that a bra wasn’t necessary.

We got to the restaurant just a minute or two before them, and they seemed happy to see us. I think they had had a chance to process meeting us for breakfast and decided that we were certainly harmless and possibly more fun than eating alone. We joked that we were worrying about them standing us up, and Ken volunteered that Olivia had spent quite a bit of time talking about us this afternoon. Olivia looked at him sharply as if to say, “Shut up!”, but then laughed and said, “Meeting new people is part of the fun of being on vacation.”

We sat opposite them, with Olivia across from me and Jennifer across from Ken. That was roughly in line with the flow of conversation although much of the talk was really the four of us. Jennifer and Ken wound up steering the conversation towards medicine and keeping up the lion’s share of the talking. Ken was definitely taken by Jennifer’s simple, happy charm. While Olivia was easy to warm up to due to her having remarkably good looks and confident charm, I was starting to also think Ken was pretty great. He was easy to talk with, and wasn’t shy about admiring Jennifer’s shapely breasts. We had a lot in common.