"What?"
"I said to take off your clothes. I'll be right back."
Kyra jumped off the bed and Ethan watched her go into the bathroom. He had no idea what was about to happen, so he stripped off his clothes. He wasn't sure whether to leave his boxers on, but then she came back into the bedroom carrying a towel and told him to take them off. She handed him the towel and he wrapped it around his waist. She stood beside him and waited.
"We can't really do the washing thing because we don't have the set up," he said.
"So what comes next?"
"I guess I lay down and you massage me.”
"Do I need oil?"
"They ask if you want it, but I don't get it for the massage because it's so messy. They use it, uhm, at the end.” And if I came home covered in baby oil you might have noticed, he thought. He couldn't believe Kyra was really going to act this out. He wasn't complaining, it was pretty hot, but he could not believe it. He lay face down close to the edge of the bed and said, "This is usually on a massage table and they stand beside you. It's really not a straddling kind of massage unless, you know, you pay for that."
"Okay."
Ethan closed his eyes and relaxed as she went to work on him. He was sore after a long day scraping and painting the boat, and it felt great when she worked her fingers into those knots in his muscles. She was actually giving him a much better massage than the girls at the parlor ever did, but he wasn't about to tell Kyra that. He did not want her to stop. She went down from his shoulders to his mid-back and he sighed in relaxation.
"Do they talk to you while they do this?"
"No, not usually. Sometimes they mutter little things here and there, but honestly most of them barely speak English. When they do talk to me I can hardly understand them because their accents are so thick. I think those girls are right off the boat."
"So do they do your whole back?” She was just above his butt now.
"Yeah, they go down and work on your feet too."
Kyra rubbed his butt through the towel and her tickling fingers made him laugh. She rubbed his legs and then massaged his sore feet. He thought that was the best part of the massage so far. When she finished with his feet she told him to turn over and he did it, being careful to hold his towel in place just like he did when he was at the massage parlor. Kyra's massage was so relaxing that he'd lost a bit of his steel, but seeing her in the red teddy again brought him right back up, which was obvious through the towel. She rubbed her hand across his chest and asked what came next.
"Well, sometimes they do rub your chest a little bit, but usually they just ask if you want more at this point. If you say yes, they excuse themselves and that's when you tuck more money between the towels stacked on one of the shelves. If you just want her to jerk you off, it's another forty."
"We can skip the money part, I guess. Although there was a new pair of shoes I had my eye on," she laughed.
"So she comes back into the room, checks the money, and then gets to work. She rubs your chest and legs a little bit, but it's really just a pretext to get under your towel."
"Is it something like this?"
Kyra rubbed his chest and belly, dipping her hand down under the towel across his waist. Her fingertips brushed his cock and Ethan quivered. She skipped over his lap and rubbed his thighs, but did not waste time before going up under the towel again, this time tickling his balls, then running her fingers up the underside of his shaft. He moaned quietly and kept his eyes on her hand moving under the towel. She lightly caressed his prick for a couple minutes before finally removing the towel, folding it and setting it aside. She poured baby oil from the bathroom onto her hand then rubbed them both together, getting them nice and slick. Ethan watched this all with much anticipation. Ordinarily, a hand job from his wife would not get him that excited, but the fact that she was acting out being a massage parlor girl made it so hot. She smiled and wrapped her slick little hand around his shaft, her fingers just managing to meet. He kept looking from her face to her hand, and still had trouble believing she was doing all this.
Moving slowly at first, she worked her hand up and down his shaft and used her other to massage his balls. On the upstroke she rubbed his head, which felt so good he almost jumped out of his skin. Something else he wasn't telling her was that most of the girls at the massage parlor just grabbed your junk and went to town. Some girls did take their time and put some energy into their work, but most just worked you like they were milking a cow. They just wanted to get you out of there and get on to the next john. No, he did not tell Kyra that. He just lay back and enjoyed his wife's very talented hands.
Kyra was enjoying their little game. She was actually enjoying it too much. What she really wanted to do was take Ethan inside her and ride his cock until she climaxed, not just jerk him off. She felt so dirty and naughty, and reveled in how shocked her husband looked when he walked into the bedroom. She was happy to surprise him after so many years of marriage, and that the surprise did not make him push her away. It gave her the confidence that perhaps she could share some of her other fantasies. Instead of watching his prick as she worked it, she looked him in the eyes and her heart pounded as she saw the naked lust there. He just did not look at her like that anymore.
"They usually try to start talking right now, saying little things they think will help you out," he murmured. He was laying back with his hands behind his head. This was every guy's dream come true, she thought, being able to lay there and get off without having to do a damn thing. She could understand why these massage parlors were so popular.
It took a second for her to realize that he meant she should talk dirty. She wondered if he was just trying to push and see how far she was willing to take this. She was not totally silent in bed, but she was a moaner, not a screamer, and she'd never really done dirty talk. A few guys had tried it with her before she met Ethan, but usually they came off creepy or silly. She did not want to sound silly, but she was determined to try if that's what the girls at the massage parlor did. She wanted to go all the way with this.
"Mmm, you have such a nice penis, sweetheart," she said softly, trying for a seductive tone.
"Cock, honey. You should call it my cock. And they don't usually call you sweetheart.” She thought she saw a challenge in his eyes.
"Mmm, your cock is so big. It's so thick," she said, really pouring it on. "It feels so good, baby. It would feel so good inside me," she cooed.
"Oh God, honey," he moaned, closing his eyes. She knew she was getting to him.
Kyra pumped her fist faster and faster. She'd done enough teasing now. It was time for the big finish. Wet, slick sounds filled the bedroom. She wracked her brain, trying to think of things to say that would get him off. She kind of liked the dirty talk, she decided. It made her feel slutty and fit in with the role she was playing.
"Come on, baby, I want to see it. I want to see you cum for me. I want to see your big cock explode.” The more she did it the easier the talking became. "Show me your cum, baby. Let me make you feel good.” Her fist moved faster and faster, rapidly gliding up and down his shaft. She could tell by the way he was moaning and his body twitched that he was getting really close. His eyes were open again and he was staring at her chest, obviously enjoying the way her breasts bounced in the teddy as she pumped his prick.
"Ahhh, shit," he cried, pounding a fist on the bed.
A glob of hot jizz shot high in the air, almost hitting Kyra in the face. She leaned back and kept jerking his cock and several more blasts shot into the air, landing back on his tummy. His final few shots oozed out like an erupting volcano and coated her hand. She kept pumping him until she'd drawn every last drop out of him. Ethan was grunting and groaning and seemed to deflate when he'd shot his last. She finally let go and his cock flopped onto his thigh.
"Jesus, Kyra, that was hot," he moaned, reaching out and stroking her hip.
"So what comes next?” Kyra asked breathlessly. She was so damned horny now. She
needed some relief of her own.
It seemed like he couldn't think straight. "Uh, they go get a warm washcloth and clean you up. Sometimes they help you dress, and that's it. You leave."
"So how was I? Do you think I have a future as a massage girl?"
Ethan laughed. "I think you would make a fortune. Too bad you already have a job."
Kyra went and fetched a warm washcloth from the bathroom. When she returned she lovingly washed his prick and belly off and by the time she finished he was twitching back to life. After disposing of the washcloth, she joined him on the bed and took a deep breath before she went on. She was burning down below, desperate to be touched, and it would have been so easy to just grab him and pull him to her, but there was another part of her fantasy she wanted to live tonight. She was still quite giddy from all the wine and glad for it. She knew she never would have had the guts for all this if she were sober.
"Honey," Ethan said.
"Ethan, I want you to do something for me right now."
"Anything. Anything at all."
His saying anything brought several things to mind, but she stuck to her plan. "I want you to just lay back and relax. And watch."
Kyra took the vibrator from where she'd tucked it under the sheet and switched it on low. She was already so turned on that she didn't think she would be able to take it at full strength. She jumped and gasped when she first touched it to her pussy, going through the teddy. Somehow it seemed dirtier to be doing it through the lingerie. Ethan's eyes were big a saucers as he watched her using the toy on herself. While she rubbed the humming tip up and down her lips, she untied the front of her teddy and pulled it open. She fondled her own breast, pinching and rolling her nipple while pressing the vibrator harder against herself. She was moaning freely now and was so horny she didn't know if she would be able to drag it out to put on a show for her husband.
As she unsnapped the crotch of the teddy, she glanced down and saw that Ethan definitely appreciated the show. He watched as she exposed her pussy, her lips swollen below a thin strip of blonde hair. She'd never seen him recover so fast. His cock was already throbbing back to life, laying up long his stomach, and that made her feel so good. God, she wanted to replace the toy with his shaft, but at the same time she was enjoying putting on her show too much. She loved the control she felt tonight. She dipped the humming tip between her lips and slid it up to touch her clit. Kyra cried out and pulled it away. It was too much. Instead she rubbed it in little circles over her clit, but through the hood. Now that felt perfect. Powerful, throbbing pleasure spread throughout her body.
Ethan was stunned. He had never seen anything hotter than watching his wife masturbating with that vibrating toy. He wanted to jump on top of her, but kept himself in check. He promised to just watch, but he couldn't just watch. He was touching himself. Kyra's head was tilted back, but she still kept her eyes on him, watching for his reaction. When she saw he was touching himself, she smiled. The pitch of the toy's vibrations changed and he was sure she was rubbing it against herself harder. It also looked like she was pinching her nipple harder. It was only a few seconds more before she was crying out.
"Ohhh, OH GOD!” All of her pale skin flushed and she went tight, even curling her toes. She held herself taut for an endless moment and then she sagged with a sigh. Ethan knew his wife's climax when he saw it. He couldn't hold back any longer.
No sooner had Kyra laid her toy aside then Ethan rolled on top of her. He didn't even ask, or sweet talk her. He just positioned himself between her legs and thrust inside her with a grunt. She responded to his powerful invasion with a sharp cry and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He did not make love to his wife. He fucked her. He fucked her hard. He threw himself into her with a fury he hadn't experienced in ages. Maybe not ever. The bed rocked and creaked beneath them and the headboard clunked against the wall over and over. The sounds of their bodies slapping together joined the noise. He felt her clutching at him, whimpering his name right into his ear.
"Ethan, Ethan, oh God Ethan!” Kyra cried.
"Oh jeez, honey! Oh God!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me!” she shouted. Maybe she likes the dirty talk, he thought.
Their coupling ended as suddenly as it began. Kyra clenched up again and moaned through her second orgasm in minutes and just seconds later Ethan froze with his cock deep in her pussy. She was grasping him inside her as he shot his load. They were both panting when they peeled apart and lay beside each other, holding hands. Only a few minutes passed before Ethan felt compelled to ask about what all that had just happened meant.
"Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?” Ethan asked after several minutes of silence.
"Sure. What do you think?"
"I think it was hot as hell, but I wonder why it happened. You have to admit, this was a little out of character for you."
"Maybe, or maybe I just finally let the real me come out to play. I think I spend too much of my life worried about being judged and living up to some kind of standard that my parents set. I don't always think of myself and what I want first," Kyra answered.
"I guess I can see that, but what brought it out tonight? Don't get the wrong idea, I loved it, I am just curious."
It was hard for Kyra to share some of her most private thoughts and desires, but she felt like they had turned a corner. For the first time she did not feel like she was going to be judged if she wasn't what everyone expected. It also did not hurt that she was still pretty drunk. She looked up at her husband's face and saw nothing but love there.
"I sat down this morning to look something up on the computer and I accidentally came across the stories you've been reading."
"I, uhm—"
"You don't have to explain anything, not yet. It's just that I read some of those stories and I realized there are things inside you, maybe some things you want—that you aren't sharing—just like me. And then I thought about how silly it is that we're holding these things inside because we're afraid. I mean, we've been married all these years and we're not comfortable enough to let our freak flags fly? It's crazy! You're the one person I should be able to tell anything."
"You can tell me anything, Kyra."
"Maybe I'm just beginning to realize that now,” she said. “And you can tell me anything too. I know we're open about everything else, and I think we've got a great marriage, but we’ve never really been open with each other about sex. We talked about it, but then we didn't follow through."
"Okay, so now we're ushering in a new, open period in our marriage. I'm on board, especially if it brings more nights like tonight!"
"Pervert!” Kyra teased. She kissed him.
"How do you feel reading those stories?"
"They were pretty exciting, I'll admit. I have fantasies about being watched, so that part of the stories was a turn-on, and it was exciting to think about acting like the women in the stories. Why did you keep going to those kinds of stories?"
"I'm not entirely sure. Really, they bring up a whole lot of feelings when I think about putting us in the stories. It's exciting to think about stepping over a line and going into dangerous territory, but it's scary too. It's exciting to think about opening things up like that."
"Would you want to try doing those things? Do you want to watch me with someone else?” Kyra's voice was soft when she asked. She wasn't sure which answer she wanted to hear.
"I don't know,” Ethan said. “It's sexy to imagine. I have to admit that I like the idea of some guy drooling all over you, wanting you, because I know that I'm the guy who gets to take you home. I know you're not just my possession to give away, though. I also think it could be destructive to our marriage. Is it something you want to do?"
"I want to do it, in my head,” Kyra answered. "I know it would be so hot to just go and flirt with someone, maybe dance with them while you were watching me being bad, but I think you're right, it could ruin everything. I don't think you would look at me the same way after that."
"If we were going to try anything, and I mean if, I think the swapping thing, with another couple, would be a better idea. We would both be participating, so neither of us could blame the other. We would be equals in it."
"Is that something you would try?” He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Kyra really was letting all her demons come out to play.
"I think it could be exciting if we found the right couple. And if we were completely clear with each other on expectations before we did anything."
"Could you handle seeing me with someone else? Wouldn't you be jealous?"
"Of course I would be jealous, but I think it would be hot to see you performing, from the outside, I mean. And if I knew it was just about the sex I could handle it. I trust you completely, sweetheart. But that sort of brings something else up," Kyra said.
"What?"
"I did this all tonight because I've really been thinking a lot about you at that massage parlor. But don't worry, not in a bad way. It turns me on to pretend I'm there sitting and watching. I think it's safe because she's a professional, you know? There's no real threat there."
Kyra was just full of surprises tonight. Ethan felt like he was meeting his wife for the first time. Even though he had cum twice that night already, he could feel his prick returning to life. He realized that maybe he had been seeing Kyra too much as the mother of their children, and not as a woman. He was not making that mistake tonight.
"What about me?” She asked. "Could you handle me being with someone else?"
"I think so, unless he made you scream his name at the top of your lungs," he chuckled, but wasn't entirely kidding. Just like any other man, he had his pride, but he was sure she felt the same way.
"No one could ever replace you in my heart or my bed. At least not permanently," she giggled. She was enjoying this new openness. They really weren't speaking in hypotheticals anymore. She knew they were discussing the possibility of really taking a step and trying something. "I have an idea. If you really are interested I have an idea where we could start," she ventured.
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