Part Four
I grabbed for my robe, but he gently grasped my wrist and with eyes as puppy dog sad as I had ever seen, asked me in an incredibly sexy soft French accent "Plis, Mademoiselle, Plis do not be deesappointment vis me beeeecuases Eee am not Wooomaaan. Plis Mademoiselle, let me does you."
How could I say no to that! I released my robe and it drifted softly down, caressing about my ankles. I stood there naked before this total stranger as his darling eyes caressed my nakedness with unmasked ardor. Taking my bare shoulders, he tenderly lowered me onto the massage table facing up. He took a position at my head.
Looking up, all I could see was his huge bulge, his well defined six pack abs, and his marvelous pectoral muscles rippling in the warm sun as his hands began to massage my anxious shoulders.
I tried to close my eyes, but every time I did, the bottom of his shaft would touch my forehead with a gentle caress, or his testicles would rub across my hair as his huge hands caressed my body. I could smell his male scent. No particular brand came to mind as I tried to place the fragrance. It was a large part yellow tea rose, a small part sweat, part post sexual juices fragrance, and a distinct splash of male locker room. I felt my nostrils dilate as I inhaled deeply. He smiled shyly as my chest rose, accepting his essence into my body.
His fingers began to caress the upper globes of my breasts as his thumbs massaged the length of my trapezius muscles. Each travel of his thumbs brought his fingers farther across my bare breasts.
I glanced at Jay to see if he was watching my nipples hardening. Oh GOD! He was! He can see me responding to this hunk’s touches. I almost died of shame in that instant. But my body refused to hear my silent calls for it to behave!
Then, knowing me so well, he coaxed "Sweetie, just relax, doesn’t it feel great? Aren’t his hands wonderful. Don’t you feel like your just melting under his touch? Here, Ursula will start working on your feet baby." And she did, her soft, delicate, strong hands started to caress my feet in the most incredibly erotic sensation I have ever felt. God! Teach this trade to my husband!
Ursula reached under the table and clicked something and my legs spread apart, still resting on the table. She moved between them as her hands caressed my calves. She was no longer doing deep massage, instead she was more caressing me than anything else. Her fingers glided over my skin as if coaxing the stresses from within me. I could feel my skin pimple in welcoming response to her touches. Oh god, that man just ran his hands down the sides of my breasts! Oh god, am going to get so wet, and my legs are spread wide open and everyone will see my wetness! Oh god, please body! Please don’t betray me now!
My husband as the rooting section, "Tony, you are so good at what your doing! Wow! Hey baby, like his hands? Aren’t these two just the very best at this?"
I wanted to ask what "this" was. Something, way back there in the very back of my primal brain, told me that I was being seduced. It wasn’t a clear or cogent thought, just an inkling that buzzed around the periphery of my consciousness. But I now had no way of stopping anything. I had signed that damned agreement not to say "no." Talk about a double negative! Clearly I had been deliciously and cleverly tricked into playing a game without having any rules that protected my own selfish interests. Lying there, I began to feel my walls crumbling in my adamantly held position of no sex with people outside my marriage. In my growing sexual haze, I began to subconsciously question my need to win this years long argument with my husband. My arousing body was betraying me on all counts I realized with a mixture of indistinct anticipation and a self-righteous petulant anger.
Ursula’s hands were now caressing my tummy with soft butterfly touches. Her fingers were seductively dragging across my skin in a direction that led directly toward my sex. I had the image of her continuing on until she touched me there. I shivered with both anticipation and dread. Tony’s hands were moving slowly and softly up my sides, caressing the sides of my breasts with each pass. Looking down at his hands as they rose, I saw his thumbs were just barely clearing over the tops of my erect hard nipples.
I glanced at my husband. His eyes were roving back and forth between Ursula’s movements and Tony’s near misses. Then it happened. Tony’s thumbs grazed the very tips of my proudness. Looking down again, I saw my breasts jiggle as I jerked in response to his barest of touches. My husband smiled in delight. Tony and Ursula both glanced at each other’s eyes and smiled as if they were two sphinxes guarding my aroused pyramids.
My nipples were aching now, standing so proud and so tall. And they had just started this massage. God, there was no way I was going to last the whole hour of them touching me like this. Oooooh my god, his thumb tips just caressed my nipples again! Her hands were already traveling up my inner legs now. Oh god they are going to both make me cum. I will just die! I can’t stand the idea of my husband watching me cum from strangers touching my body. Oh god I just spread my legs wider for her to touch my thighs. AAHhhhhhh his hands are over my breasts and my nipples are being circled by the palms of his hands, oh GOD! Her hands just touched my upper thighs. Why do I keep spreading my thighs wider and wider for her? Oh godddddddddd her hands, … oooooooooooooooooooooooo, .. his hands are pulling on my nipplessssssssss, oh god her hands just caressed my lips. Oh god I can smell my sex, I must be drenching wet down there.
Then my silly husband started my favorite song, ‘Cannon in D’ by Pachabel (http://www.jacarandastrings.com.au/pachcan.htm). The sounds of the strings were somehow directly connected to my own tautly strung internal strings, my little clittie was vibrating to the chords of the song, sensual butterflies began their tickling flight within my tummy, the pulsing muscles of my abdomen started rippling, I was no longer in control of my body.
Gasping and writhing I tried to move my body against their soft touches, but they only mirrored my bodies movements, pulling their touches back so that their seductive caressing continued, never ceasing. Cruelly, they would not give me the satisfaction of allowing me a release. I was ready to pay the full cost of my humiliation. I was ready to allow my husband watch my orgasm from their touches, to admit to him that I had lost our bedroom war of control. I was ready, and I was willing, but they would not help me cross that final threshold.
I heard a mewling sound, high, plaintive. A wail of sexual need from somewhere near me. Surely they could not be needing to cum as badly as I did! Then …. Oh god it was ME! That was MY voice! My mournful voice of inner need was begging for their permission to release my hidden sexual self. And they seemed not to hear me. Their hands continued to caress me gently, lovingly, caringly.
"Ohhh god honey. Oh god. Oh my god baby. Please baby! Please! PLEASE!" I was arching. My body was frantic with tension. "Please honeyyyyyyyyyyy. OH god please!" I moved my right hand toward my crotch. I was desperate for release. Tony took my wrist between his thumb and finger, gently holding my wrist away from my body.
Ursula moved to my head. My beseeching eyes begged Tony to release my wrist. He was holding it gently, softly, just enough to keep me from easily having my own way. Just enough to cause me to have to assertively move my hand to myself, my steamy sodden widely opened vaginal tunnel. No easy access, I had to irretrievably prove myself a sodden slut in order to touch myself.
They stopped touching me. Slowly I regained a small sense of self-control. I was embarrassed, humiliated, but still sooooo needy. Tony released my wrist, placing it softly on my butterfly filled belly. I had regained just enough self-control not to try again to touch myself. I lay there, my chest heaving, gasping for air, beet-red from my sexual need and my self inflicted humiliation.
After several minutes of heavy breathing, I opened my eyes to find Tony between my legs. He was watching my face. When he saw that my eyes were open again, he smiled shyly at me, then reached up just below my rib cage and began circular caresses on my abdomen. Ursula moved her hands to my scalp and massaged my head deeply. I was drifting in and out of awareness now; just surrendering to them. I subconsciously abandoned my life long pretense at being a controlled, non-sexual woman and allowed myself to totally surrender to their touches. I remember thinking, "Any touches are Ok with me now. Any touches are OK."
Tony was moving his hands along my sides, the sides of my breasts again, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was rubbing my sex with something. When I tried to look, Ursula placed a pillow under my head so that I could watch Tony without having to hold me head up. I grinned inwardly at the irony of having a front row seat at my own debasement.
 I was beyond being shocked as I saw that Tony WAS touching my sex. He was unconsciously touching it with his penis. His penis was still inside his Speedo, but his shaft was moving up and down my opened wetted lips, softly rubbing across my tiny clittie each time he moved his hands up and down my sides. I could not take my eyes off of his movements there. Each movement up would cause his penis to move inside his tight, thin bathing suit. Each movement seemed to cause his penis to swell a bit more. Staring at his crotch, I watched the head rise toward the top of his suit. My legs involuntarily opened wider, allowing his hips to move fully between my thighs. His hips were now against my buttocks. Still he grew, and suddenly his large head burst into view above his Speedo. Gawking at it, I saw it continue to grow and grow until half of his thick shaft was protruding out of his trunks. God his cock was so long and thick! Still he massaged my breasts, his hands were now on the tops of my nipples and breasts, his palms caressing my breasts, his cock caressing my clittie as he moved slowly back and forth caressing me on all my very private parts.
Jay moved to my face, leaned over and kissed me softly, lovingly on my lips. Never had he kissed me more lovingly than at that instant. He whispered "I love you sweetheart. More that you can ever know honey. With all of my heart and my soul. You are my sun and my moon and my life baby." His eyes moved to the penis caressing his wife’s body. I watched his eyes watch my sex being desecrated by this sensual perfectly built stranger.
I felt a pressure on my little open lips. Tony had changed from a caressing on my breasts to a slight tugging at my nipples. His fingers rose up the sides of them, stimulating them to even higher, harder pointedness. The pressure at my sex opening below increased and I felt a sudden slipping as Tony’s little head slipped slightly between my soaked vaginal lips. I was being sexually penetrated as my husband watched. I moaned softly as I tried to figure out a way to express my desire for him not to continue his carnal penetration of my sodden cunt. Oh god, did I just think the word "Cunt?’
Jay again whispered into my ear, "Relax sweetheart, he needs to massage you internally. He won’t’ cum inside you."
Somehow in my sexual haze, that made sense to me.
My husband and I watched as Tony slowly gently inserted his thick rampant penis into me, fully penetrating me, opening my sheath fully to his thick dark cock. I remember thinking, "Oh god, he is fucking me as my husband watches." Then I remember stupidly chastising myself for just thinking the word ‘fuck.’
Tony moved in and out of me for what seemed like an eternity as we watched his huge dark cock fucking my tiny white cunt. He made only slow soft movements; nothing hard; nothing fast. Just slow gentle fucking motions into me, then out of me, then back in. Filling me, stretching me, violating me with my tacit permission. I had not said ‘No.’ I had not even THOUGHT ‘No.’ I had just accepted his penetration of my body with the hope that his long thick dark cock would allow me to attain my intolerably needed orgasm. I had never in my life, before today, needed to cum. Now it was all I could think of. He never moved hard enough, or fast enough to allow me to crest, to cum, to fuck his cock savagely. With a touch of sadness I realized then that I had changed forever. This was fucking, and I liked it. I cried softly at my loss of my innocence even as I craved my further humiliation.
Tony stopped his movements and held his body inside me for a long time. All movements stopped, and through a slow fading of consciousness, I remember nothing until I awoke in my own secure bed hours later.
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