Young Wife Gets a Sensual Massage (First Cuckolding Book 2)

by Matt Coolomon

  “Okay let’s undo this towel so I can do your back, please?” Steven asks.

  “Oh? Undo it?”

  “Yes. Keep it across your front for when we turn over.”

  “Oh….” Anny lifts and tugs at the towel, glancing back at Jake and making a funny grimace. She gets herself unwrapped and lies down with her back now bare.

  Steven straddles her bottom and rubs firmly up either side of her spine. She kind of moans. “Oh that’s nice.” He chuckles and continues with that action, working her lower back and up to her shoulders. Anny has relaxed completely. He rubs and softly works each arm then positions it upward above her head. Jake can now see the roundness of a breast.

  The big hands sweep up Anny’s sides and almost touch her there. The guy concentrates on the far side from Jake and rubs for a bit then returns to where he can see and massages with both hands, his fingers flaying over the exposed portion of Anny’s breast as he kneads into her flesh and makes his way back up to her shoulders.

  “Very nice. Now just flip over for me, Anny. Time’s getting away….”

  Anny turns onto her back, keeping the towel in place. Her masseuse oils his hands and rubs up one thigh. His action is slower now. He bends that leg and works up and down to her knee. He casually lifts the bottom of the towel up above her waist, uncovering her little white panties. Her belly quivers as he smooths down her inner thigh and his fingertips trace around the edge of her panties.

  “Little bit more sensual now,” he says, low and easily. He glances but Jake is transfixed. The guy’s fingers aren’t quite touching, but he’s looking directly at Anny’s crotch as he rubs quite close to it. He lowers that leg and lifts the other. He’s kneeling on that side of her and has her thighs apart as he continues to massage. Jake looks at Anny’s face but her eyes are averted and glazed, her mouth slightly open.

  Steven leaves her leg bent up and closed over the other one. He shuffles around to kneel above her head. She peers up at him. “Okay last little bit now,” he says low and easily again, and he folds the towel down to reveal her chest. Her lips part, a small pant on her breath as he closes his hands over her tits. He rubs softly, feeling rather than massaging, lifting from the sides and thumbing her nipples. He removes the towel completely and leans over her to rake his hands up her inner thighs and over the crotch of her little panties. He strokes all the way up to cover her breasts again, giving them a firm squeeze. He does that once more, looking at Jake this time and feeling quite firmly between Anny’s thighs.

  He ends up gently holding and kneading her tits. He smiles from Jake to Anny. “How was that then? Nice? Sexy enough?... Such a beautiful body,” he adds, his smile changing as he continues feeling Anny’s nipples.

  He eventually stops doing that and wipes his hands with his small towel. His big smile is back. “So we love repeat business and referrals if you ever feel so inclined.”

  Anny stands up with her towel pressed to her front. “Thank you. That was nice. More than I was expecting….”

  Steven quickly rolls his mat and is ready to leave. It’s right on 7:30, Jake notices, still stunned into silence. The guy waves and smiles from the door. Jake and Anny look to each other. Anny shakes her head. “Oh my god!”

  Jake is still trying to process. He’s not feeling negative at all but doesn’t understand why. “That was amazing,” he blurts. “Did you enjoy that, Anny? I did.”

  Her blush rises a little. “You did? Hmm – interesting….”

  “I know, but I totally wanted him to keep going…. I don’t get it at all.”

  Anny leans close between his knees. “I did too, Jake. I loved it. Especially at the end there when he was….”

  “Yeah – when he was enjoying it too,” Jake adds in agreement. “He was definitely enjoying it when he took your towel away like that.”

  “Yeah, but he was still a professional. He knew exactly how far he was going to go.”

  “I know. He asked me up front how far. He said from 1 to 10, and I picked 5. I figured any less than half was chickening out.”

  Anny giggles. “I agree…. We DID NOT chicken out.”

  Jake chuckles too. “Plus he stopped at exactly 30 minutes. He was totally on the clock – which is sort of different, isn’t it?”

  “Uh huh. And he only touched me a little bit down there…. Nowhere near as much as you have to touch me down there right now.”

  “I do?”

  Anny takes Jake’s hand and leads him toward the bedroom. “Oh yeah – you do!” she tosses back over her shoulder. “You’re not leaving me turned on like this, Jake. I need you to pick up where that guy left off….”

  3

  Three weeks later, Anny still can’t stop the thought of being felt up by the big masseuse from popping up regularly and taking over her mind. She’s sitting at her work desk chewing the end of a pencil. Work and home are out in the suburbs, a couple of hours drive from ocean paradise. It doesn’t matter. She can still hear the waves, smell the salt and feel the huge hands that were slipping all over her there on the floor in front of her husband. She imagines the guy’s fingers slipping in through the leg of her panties and inside of her. She huffs a breath.

  “Anny, have you finished with the Bartlet invoice?” her boss Tracy asks.

  “Bartlet…. Bartlet….” Anny’s scrolling down the screen. “Yes – all done.”

  “Excellent. Can you take the guys their pay slips, please?”

  Anny works 3 mornings a week as an office clerk for Kent’s Mechanical and Service. It’s a job Jake helped her get, although he only got her resume looked at. She had to win the interview herself. Jake is a 3rd year apprentice mechanic and works down on the floor with a bunch of other guys their age. The office is on a mezzanine level. Anny negotiates the steep metal staircase in her heels. All eyes are on her as usual. She’s become accustomed to that, and to refusing to return the looks and encourage them. She wore a shorter skirt the first day and has been keeping them knee length ever since.

  She hands out the slips to Marty, Phil, Dave and Tony, giving each of them a smile to go with it. She keeps Jake’s pay slip, just giving him the smile on its own.

  They’re all trying to see Phil’s. His is a termination payout as he’s finishing up this week. “Holy shit, your shout!” Dave cries, pushing Phil’s shoulder and nearly knocking him over. Dave is a body builder. Phil and Jake are both geeky in build, which Anny likes. Marty is probably the cutest looking but incredibly shy. Tony is unusually tall.

  “So you’re coming on the weekend, Anny?” Tony asks. “It’s going to be huge.”

  “Are any of you guys bringing girls?” Anny asks in reply.

  “Yeah – of course,” Dave says. “Except Marty.”

  They all laugh. Marty shakes his head. Anny likes him the best because along with his shyness he’s nice and has a more genuine crush on her than the others, who only want to undress her with their eyes all the time.

  “We should be good to go, shouldn’t we, Anny?” Jake checks. They’ve spoken about the big plan for a weekend camping and an outdoor rock concert.

  “Yep. We’re coming but the camping better be okay. Are there amenities?”

  “Yeah – it’s cool. They have these little cabins and a big toilet and shower block, which is really clean and that,” Marty says. “There’s room in the SAAB if you guys want to save some bucks on fuel.”

  “You bet,” Jake agrees quickly. “We can split it if you want…. 20 bucks each, and how much for a cabin?”

  “We booked a whole bunch of them through my dad’s corporate thing,” Marty says. “They write it off somehow. Costs us nothing, and the concert’s free except for donations or something. Chuck in some coins….”

  “Plus there’s a barbeque area at the grounds, so we take some meat and salad or whatever. Can you do some salad, Anny?” Dave asks. “Carmen and Olivia are going to do some too.”

  “Okay, I’ll make salad and get bread rolls,” Anny offers.

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p; She leaves the guys to their work and finishes up her morning. Jake has been working back most nights to pay off their credit card. Sara has a new recipe book and has been surprising him each night with a treat. He arrives home at 7 and showers. She has his meal ready and sits to watch him eat, which is her favourite part.

  He has a couple of mouthfuls. It’s a fettuccini dish. He takes another big swirl and fits it in his mouth then points with his fork. “This is good.” Anny’s belly tingles. He continues devouring, hardly stopping to look up at her.

  “I have an idea, Jake.”

  He nods, his mouth full again. “What?”

  “When you’ve finished….” She gets him a beer and glass and tucks her legs up on her chair to wait.

  He wipes his plate with bread and pours his drink. “So what’s this idea, Anny? That was amazing by the way. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, Jake…. Um I still can’t stop thinking about you-know-what. Can you?”

  Jake shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve been trying not to say anything this past few days but I still think about it.”

  “Well it’s not the idea I’m thinking of, but do you think we will ever do that again one day?”

  “A sensual massage?”

  “Uh huh…. Just like that one – for me, and by a man like that.”

  “Yeah.” Jake nods. “I think I’d like to do that again. I mean to watch while a guy does that with you again.”

  “Mmm – me too. Maybe even for a bit longer next time. It was nice that he took so long to start, but it would have been better if he kept going for longer after he started touching me more sensually, don’t you think?”

  “I definitely think an hour would have been better, Anny. I wish it wasn’t so expensive. Or if there was someone around here we could get.”

  “Um I don’t know about that, Jake. It’s different over there – more classy.”

  “Yeah, I guess it’s a vacation atmosphere. Anything like that here would be about drugs and organized crime.”

  “That’s right. And I’m not even sure I’d like it with just any one. That guy was sort of nice, and not sleazy or anything…. I wouldn’t want just any other man to touch me like that but I’d let him do it again.”

  “Me too. I’d definitely let that guy touch you again.”

  Anny smiles. “Mmm – so we’re going to do it again ONE DAY. We just don’t know when, right?”

  Jake smiles too. “You bet. I think for sure next time we stay over at the coast. We just have to save up. And maybe if we can get Marty’s dad’s timeshare apartment next time. Marty said he can get it for the management cost if it’s not booked. That’s way cheaper and it looks great in the pictures.”

  “Okay – sounds good…. So my idea is to think about our next sensual massage for me while we play together with oily hands.”

  Jake quirks an eyebrow. “Oily hands?”

  “Uh huh. I have oil. I’m saying we should have sex with oily hands only. No other touching.”

  “Oh! Hey, that sounds nice. You mean massaging with extra benefits?”

  “Hmm – more of the benefits and less of the massaging…. You can feel me up and rub my clit and finger me. I can stroke you and feel your balls and you can cum all over my boobs.”

  “Aw fuck, Anny!”

  Anny giggles. “So that’s a yes? Tonight?”

  “That’s a hell yes – anytime you want!”

  “Okay I’m having my bath then it’s playtime.”

  Anny rushes off and runs a bath. Jake has said all along that he enjoyed watching her being touched by the massage guy. The fact that he still says so and that he would want to do it again has her very excited tonight. She soaks for a while then shaves her legs. She thinks of oil and skin and decides to shave off her little bush as well.

  Jake is watching television in bed. She turns it off on her way past. She bought a bottle of massage oil last week, unsure of what she was going to do with it exactly. She undoes her satin robe and sits on the bed. Her husband looks at her body and gulps. She tugs at his shirt. He takes it off and slips off his shorts as well. Anny tosses her robe away and they sit naked facing one another in the dim light of a covered bedside lamp.

  Anny hands Jake the bottle of oil. “Me first?”

  He takes it. She scoots around and lies on her back with her arms by her sides. He squirts oil into his hand and rubs it over her breasts, first one then the other, caressing her nipples erect. He bends to kiss her but she presses a hand against his chest, shaking her head. “No…. Hands only, remember?”

  “Oh yeah….” He smiles and squirts more oil then starts feeling her tits firmly. She arches her back. He continues with one hand and smooths down her belly with the other. “This is nice,” he says, feeling her freshly shaven skin. She squirms upward for his fingers and they touch her down there. He rubs his oily hand over her pussy lips and opens them. She can feel how wet she is, that there’s no need for oil now that he’s opened her. He feels around her clit while still playing with a nipple. He fingers under the hood and rolls around her little button. She watches his face as he pokes fingers into her, his gaze fixed upon what he’s doing down there. He touches her inner thigh. She parts that leg. He touches the other and she spreads wide for him. He squeezes a tit, kneading and groping firmly, then moves to the other. His fingers are at her clit again, rubbing and circling. She rolls her pelvis trying to get firmer contact. He responds and presses harder, rubbing faster.

  Anny grips the bed spread and grinds against her husband’s hand between her legs. She’s close when he finally inserts fingers in deep. He has two up her and his thumb squishing against her clit and he bangs her with them. He’s abandoned her tits but when her orgasm hits and she squeezes her legs together, he resumes groping and feeling them with his oily hand.

  Anny comes down from her high and meets her husband’s smile. “Thank you, Sven,” she teases, and she gets oil from her breasts and slides her hand over his erection. She strokes up and down. He sits back to watch her. She leans to his lap and reaches for the oil bottle. She squirts liberally and resumes stroking. She watches his face. He watches her hand. “Do you really want to get me another massage, Jake?’ He nods, his eyes rolling to hers. “Topless? The guy’s hands all over me?”

  Jake grunts. “Yes I want him to feel your tits again.”

  “You mean these?” Anny lies on her back, her tits wobbling. She keeps stroking and fingers herself with her free hand. Jake is on his knees facing her. “You want him to touch them?” she taunts.

  “I want him to,” Jake groans, arching against her hand, his cock rigid. “I love when he grabbed them….”

  “Cum on them, Jake. Cum all over me.”

  He grips her arm and holds her still. His cock pulses and starts gushing. Hot spurts of semen splash over her tits and up onto her neck. She releases him and rubs it in to her body, all over her belly and between her legs. She’s writhing and smiling up at him.

  “That’s so sexy, Anny. I loved that.”

  She gets under the covers and spoons back against him. He’s still half hard. She continues stroking softly as they cuddle and talk. When he’s fully erect she squirms back onto him. “Mmm – fuck me, Jake….”

  4

  Anny leans through between the front seats to scan Marty’s music files. They’ve been driving for a while already. Jake is asleep in the passenger seat. Anny’s boobs are falling out the top of her little blue lace bra. Marty’s getting an eyeful but she doesn’t mind. She has her top unbuttoned so guys will be able to see. She and Jake have been playing their oil game all week and teasing each other about massages. She’s wearing her tiny cut-off jean shorts and Marty’s checking her legs at every opportunity too.

  With the music fixed, she sits back and adjusts her top, tugging it down so her pretty bra is showing. She’s on the passenger side behind Jake, so Marty can glance whenever he wants. She closes her eyes and soon dozes off in the sun.

  The trip takes two h
ours. They arrive at the camp grounds in time for the guys to get a barbeque lunch going. Anny and Jake are allocated a small cabin. The concert is that night and they’re driving back the next day, so what looks to Anny a clean and comfy bed and couch will do just fine. There’s fresh linen. She makes up their bed and gets to helping prepare lunch with the other girls.

  After eating, Jake wants more sleep, and Anny joins him in anticipation of not getting much that night. They doze for an hour. The camp grounds are buzzing when Anny goes for a toilet walk. There’s a sea of tents and cars covering a big field. The amenities building is huge but she still has to wait her turn. She decides she won’t be using the showers that night, but she had one that morning so all is fine.

  Once her business is complete she faces the lines of small cabins, trying to remember which one is hers. There are so many and they are all the same – little white boxes with a glass door and small veranda. She walks up the row she is sure she came from but finds Jake sitting on the veranda of one in the next row over.

  “I got lost. This is freaky,” she says.

  “It’s the third row – cabin number 5.” Jake taps the red number painted on the stair rail. “R5 for red, I think it is.”

  “Oh okay…. The toilets are crowded but pretty clean. It’s not bad.”

  “Hey are you guys coming?” Dave calls out.

  “Where?”

  “The river, dudes! Come on!”

  The group heading to wherever the river is makes up most of their party – Dave and Olivia, Phil and Carmen, Marty tagging along behind. Tony’s girlfriend Bree plays in a band so they’ve disappeared. Anny gets along with Olivia and can put up with Carmen, who is tearing up all the time over Phil leaving for a job interstate without her.