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The Touch Of A Stranger - A Husband's Gift free porn video
Could you do it? Share your wife with another? You may not understand what I did - letting another man touch my wife.
First and foremost, you must understand that I love her with all my being. Her happiness is paramount to me. You see, she was a virgin when we married. I, however, had played quite a bit and had experienced many pleasures with women.
We hit a rough patch in our marriage years ago. Our communication had lapsed. It took great effort - from both of us - to get our relationship back on track. Since then, we promised always to reveal our feelings to one another. Recently, my wife revealed to me she wished she had experimented more with men before our marriage. We have a great sex life, but she naturally imagined, and sometimes fantasized, about being touched by another man. At first, I wondered if my ego should be bruised. But I understood these cravings were not because of anything lacking from me. On the contrary, they were because my wife was engaging her sexual mind. And to be quite candid, I found this exciting. It opened so many possibilities for us to discuss, explore and share together.
One day she described a fantasy that I found quite arousing. When she whispered it in my ear as I slowly penetrated her, we found that we had each experienced our most powerful orgasm in years. Soon afterward, I resolved to make her fantasy - and now mine, too - come true.
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I walk through the door to find my husband, Mark, waiting for me in the hallway. He excitedly kisses me and takes my coat.
“Hi, honey. What is this meet-and-greet at the door about?” I ask, curious about his behavior.
“I have a surprise for you, baby” he replies, looking like that cat who ate the canary. “He will be here momentarily.”
“He?” I asked.
Before he can answer or I can question further, There is a knock at the door. Mark moves around me to open it, ushering in a very handsome Italian man, dressed in white linen pants and a tight white t-shirt, carrying a table and a black bag. The first thing I notice is his fit, muscular body. Who is this man and why is he in my home?
The stranger leans the table against the wall and turns around extending his hand to Mark and then me, “Hello, I am Adam – your masseuse.”
Oh my. His accent is thick and very sexy. I shake his hand, looking quizzically at my husband.
Mark puts his hands on my shoulders and says, “Adam is here to give you a very special massage, baby.”
“Really?” I reply, wrapping my arm around Mark’s waist and smiling at Adam. “Oh my goodness. I am very surprised, but pleasantly I must say.”
“Where would you like me to set up?” Adam asks.
“How about my office?” Mark replies. “Plenty of room there. Head upstairs, second door on your right. What do you need us to do, Adam?”
“Give me a few minutes to get ready,” Adam answers. “Then, remove her clothing and join me in the room, please,” he adds politely, picking up his table and bag and heading upstairs.
Before I can open my mouth, Mark puts his finger to my lips saying, “Just go with it, honey. Come with me,” and he leads me by the hand upstairs to our bedroom.
Once inside our room, he dips me back for a passionate kiss.
“Matt! What is into you?,” I ask, gasping. “What is this about?” Deep down, though, I have some idea. I was not the only one who came hard when I shared a fantasy that felt surprisingly similar to what is taking place.
He smiles and lifts my top over my head. Pulling me to him, he reaches around the back and unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He dips his head and sucks in one of my nipples, making me squeal.
“Mark!”
He shushes me with another kiss as his fingers work on my pants, unfastening, unzipping. He breaks away to lower them, helping me step out of them.
“Mark, what are …”
“Shhhh,” he whispers.
He lifts his hands to hook them in my panties and seductively drags them down my legs, kissing each spot of skin my panties pass over. Lifting each of my feet, he removes my panties, tossing them aside. Standing back up, he embraces me again in a passionate kiss. Knowing there is a stranger in the next room makes this scene all the more erotic. I feel naughty. I can’t imagine what this night holds for us. Something in his face reassures me and my naked body falls in line beside him, heading to his office.
We walk into the room and hear the soothing music and smell the candles lit. The light is dim. Very romantic … and odd, considering a stranger is here with us.
Gasp! And this stranger is naked.
I start to speak but feel Mark’s reassuring hands around my shoulders. “Just go with it,” he whispers in my ear.
I hesitate but glance at Mark. His eyes are approving. Encouraging. Warm. Tender.
Adam, my masseuse, is a tight-bodied, well-endowed man. I can’t help but gasp at his dangling penis. Even unswollen, he is already nearly as large as Mark is erect. His smoldering eyes and dark, wavy hair add to his appeal.
Adam reaches for my hand and places me directly across from him. He reaches down and slowly peels my fingers from Mark’s, taking my hands in his. I shiver at his touch. I can feel it right down to my toes in a spike of sensation. We stand in front of each other, naked, looking into each other’s eyes. His eyes are brown. Quite different from the blue eyes I have gazed into for the last ten years. As we behold one another, his thumbs caress my hands.
“Feel our connection, Grace,“ Adam instructs. “Keep eye contact and breathe with me. Deep breath in. Hold. Deep breath out. Synchronize your breath with mine.”
My husband is standing behind my naked body, with his hands on my shoulders. I feel Mark’s cock growing in his pants, pressed against my bottom. I can understand. It is quite heady standing naked before this calm, sexy, well-endowed, powerful man. As I continue my deep breathing, I feel tension washing away. We continue this breathing exercise for a few more minutes. It is very arousing, being naked together, embracing each other in front of Mark. It feels strange to sense an intimate connection with this stranger, especially in the presence of my husband.
Adam releases me and says, “Your job, Mark, is to ensure she keeps this deep breathing throughout her massage.”
“I will,” my husband says, reassuring me.
Adam has a clean white sheet on the table with two pillows. My interest is definitely piqued as this is already like no massage I have received before.
“Grace, please lie on your back on the table,” Adam says, removing one of the pillows.
“On my back?“ I ask, confused, glancing at Mark. “Not my front?”
Adam smiles and says, “On your back, please.” Although he speaks with a smile, there is a calm control in his voice, too. It goes right through me, and my breath catches.
Complying, I climb onto the table, laying my head on the pillow. Adam moves towards me with the other pillow saying, “Lift your hips please.”
Mark joins me beside the table and takes one of my hands in his. I do as Adam instructs and he slides the other pillow underneath my bottom, elevating a very private area of my body. I am very exposed and vulnerable. Nervous, but quietly eager. I glance at Mark and notice his cock still straining against his pants. Adam’s impressive naked cock is fully erect as well. My eyes grow wide. I bite my lip. For several moments, I cannot take my eyes off his rigid cock. I feel a growing hunger. Need, even. Oh my. What is happening?
Adam climbs upon the table and straddles my thighs. He grasps his fat cock in his hand and taps my pelvic mound with it. Tap. Tap. Tap. Oh my goodness, this is strangely erotic. My eyes roam from his hard cock thumping me to my husband's face. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I would gladly comply.
“Mark,“ Adam commands, “encourage her relaxation and deep breathing.”
Mark simply nods.
Then, it begins. Adam releases his cock and reaches for the oil. He dribbles warm oil on my stomach and breasts and begins to firmly massage me. His hands swirl around my tummy, working his fingers around my belly button. His fingertips and palms move up and down my ribs before gliding up to stroke my breasts. As he caresses my full breasts I look at Mark. His eyes are locked onto my face, watching my expressions. I close my eyes and absorb the sensations of Adam’s strong touch.
“Oh! Oh!“ I gasp as Adam strokes my nipples in between his forefinger and thumbs, pulling them erect with his oil-soaked fingers. Mark smiles at my response.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Mark reminds me. “Focus on his touches.”
And I do.
“The stomach area has a lot of nerve endings and it is a shame it is mostly ignored during sex. Do you feel its pleasures, Grace?” Adam asks me. “Are you feeling aroused?”
I pause, hesitant to speak the truth. But when I look into Adam’s eyes he already knows. He just wants to hear me say it.
“Yes,” I say closing my eyes. Admitting it. And it feels good to do so. His presence is calming and powerful. “I am.”
He is going to have me. I know it. I want it. I hope it. But what if he doesn’t? I admit to myself that I would be disappointed. Is that crazy?
“Open your eyes, Grace,” he coaches, breaking my reverie. “Look at your husband.”
I know Mark sees it in my eyes. What I want. What I need. What I am open to. What I crave. And his eyes send me back love. Encouragement. Acceptance. It takes my breath away and helps me surrender to the moment.
Adam places his strong hands on my shoulders and works my muscles from upper arms down to my fingertips. Mark temporarily releases my hand to Adam but grasps it again when he finishes.
Adam climbs off the table and bends my legs to where my feet rest flat on the table. This beautiful stranger has a clear view of my pussy now. He has exposed me, but somehow also made me want it. I am putty in his hands.
He moves his hands to my thighs, dragging his hands up and down my legs to my feet. I feel his fingers working oil in between each wiggling toe, and up and down the sole of each foot. I feel so relaxed, despite having a stranger’s hands on my naked body.
“Now, Grace, I will work your Yoni – your vagina.”
My eyes pop open as I bite my lower lip, looking at Mark for direction.
“It’s okay, baby,” Mark says, relaxing and encouraging me. “Close your eyes and give into what you are feeling. I want this for you. I don’t want to just hear your fantasies. I want to share them. Embrace them. And, like now, sometimes make them come true. Just relax and enjoy. I want to do this for you.”
Mark leans forward to plant a loving kiss on my forehead. It feels strange but exciting to feel my husband’s lips brush my forehead while my pussy is swollen, exposed, and aching for another man's touch.
Adam moves his hands to my pubic mound, pouring oil on me. Mark tears his eyes from mine to watch the oil run off my mound, coating my lips. Adam massages my mound and then moves down to my thighs, concentrating on my inner thighs, before moving back up to my mound.
Oh, my God! My breath catches in my throat, making a little noise.
“Mark, help her,” Adam commands.
“Grace, relax sweetheart,” Mark coaxes. “Let the feelings wash over you. Keep breathing, baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I try to take a deep breath before my lips release a whimpering reply, “Yes. Very good.”
His fingers spread the oil all over my lips, gently squeezing me, sliding up and down from my clitoris to my puckered anus. I feel his fingers work each crevice of my lips.
“Yes, yes, more, more,” my mind cries silently.
Mark still holds my hand but is stretching his neck to watch Adam’s movement between my legs. No one has ever touched me like this before. He is paying lots of attention to my lips, varying his strokes and pressure. I have never felt this pleasured. This man. This stranger. Again, I am putty in his hands.
“Grace,“ Adam says. “I will work your clitoris now. First, I will stimulate around the hood, just making gentle circles, increasing your blood flow to this area. You will feel my fingers lift and release the skin surrounding your sensitive clitoris.“
“Mark,” Adam adds, looking up at my husband, “try to keep her relaxed throughout my stimulation.”
With his fingers still pleasuring my lips, his thumb reaches up and circles my clit, careful not to touch it. I feel my skin pleasurably pulled up and down. I look into my husband’s eyes. Such an intense feeling watching his face as another man intimately fingers me.
“Your clitoris is swelling nicely,” Adam says, clearly pleased. And I find myself relieved that he is pleased. I want him to be pleased with me. “I will begin my attention on that area now.”
He touches my clit, stroking it round and round in tiny circles. Ooooooohhhhhhh! My bottom leaves the table. Adam gently, but firmly, places a hand on my tummy, to settle me back down, but doesn’t ease up on his stroking.
“Honey, relax. Breathe,” Mark coaches, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb. “Look into my eyes.”
I focus on my sweet husband’s eyes, his sexy face, and do the impossible – I relax. I truly am letting go and giving in to what is happening to me. The sensations are intensified as I try to lie still. I almost feel like I am slipping into a trance of sorts. Under Adam’s spell. All thoughts leave my head now. Euphoria washes over me.
“Grace,“ I hear Adam say through the cloud he has placed over me. “I will slip a finger into your Yoni, now.“
“Mark,“ Adam adds, “help her.” Hearing the commands he speaks to my husband makes me wilt further before him, my knees falling open, giving myself entirely to him. He is completely in charge. And that is deeply, powerfully sexy to me.
And with those words, I feel his finger slide inside my wet pussy. It takes all my control not to lift my hips to meet his finger in a frenzied thrust, but I can’t hold back a slow moan. He continues to press on my clitoris while pushing his finger in deeper. I feel it – he makes contact with my G-spot and I almost come off the table. It takes both Adam and Mark to settle me back down. My bottom wants to arch off the sheet. My insides are in a frenzy now. It is a primal response.
“Mark, would you like to participate now?” he asks.
“Fuck, yes,” he blurts out. “I mean, yes.”
And my hunger deepens at the notion that this entrancing man is giving my husband permission to touch me.
Adam removes his hand from my clitoris and leads Mark’s free hand there. “Keep making light circular motions, Mark,” he says. “Vary your pressure and speed. When, I tell you, watch my hand and try to get in sync with my movements.”
My husband’s fingers stimulate my clitoris while Adam finger-fucks my pussy. I come off the table again, just to be calmed by them both. I lay in this bliss for what seems like an eternity.
“Now, Mark,“ Adam directs, “move with me.”
I feel his fingers fuck me harder, rubbing my G-spot with more intensity. At the same time, Mark increases his pressure and speed on my clit. These two men are working in unison for my ultimate pleasure. I lose control of my breathing. My tummy that he worked so hard to relax now tightens.
“Mark!” I scream.
"Grace, flip over on your tummy,” Adam commands. ”Now.”
My whole body and mind throbs. Is this it? Please, let it be it.
Mark withdraws his fingers while I obey Adam’s command. In an instant, Adam hops up on the table, pressing my chest down, arching my ass in the air. My knees part. I am open to him. Exposed. I almost can’t breathe.
"Look at your husband, Grace."
Mark moves to the front of the table and reaches his hand to stroke my cheek.
I quiver as Adam guides his beautifully engorged cock against my aching lips. The head of his cock slowly strokes between my swollen labia. I find myself moving back.
“Is this what you want, Grace?” Adam asks.
I find myself rocking back against that heated penis before I realize he wants an answer, as he asks, again, “Grace?” He strokes the crown of his cock all the way to my now thumping clitoris. “Is this ..... what you want?”
“Yesssss,” I moan, unable to deny it. Willfully declaring it.
“And you, Mark?” Adam asks. “Is this what you want?”
I watch my husband’s face. My eyes are pleading. I need this!
Mark nods.
In one surge, Adam plunges slowly into me. His cock parts my swollen lips. I groan in pleasure. As he sinks further, my fingers grip the edges of the table.
I watch as my husband pulls out his cock from his pants and strokes. As he leans over and watches this cock disappear inside me.
I close my eyes. I forget about everything but the sensation of this strange man taking me. The friction as he stretches me is overwhelming. I feel heat. Pulsing. Aching. As he reaches full depth, I feel so intensely ... full.
After plunging into me, Adam slowly withdraws. The friction as he withdraws, and my lips grip him tight, is almost too much. I can feel him in every part of my body and mind. He plunges again, and I groan. So good. I have never felt anything like this. I look up at Mark. His cock is glistening in his fist.
Adam thrusts yet again, and I forget everything else. The only thing in my world is the spell he has over me and the heat building inside me. His cock. In me. Filling me. Stretching me. With each thrust, he drives me closer to the edge.
I realize that a low humming moan is escaping my lips. With grunts at each deep thrust. He is fucking. I am grunting. He’s like an animal. And I crave it. Taking me. Primal. Powerful. Raw. Hypnotic. I have never been fucked like this.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as I reach the edge.
“Yes!” Adam commands.
I can't hold it back and scream, "I'm cumming!" My eyes dart between Mark's contorting face and his hand jacking his cock.
“Let it out,” says Adam with a controlled growl.
“I’m here, sweetie,” Mark says, in a strained voice. “Listen to Adam.”
“Grace, release, “Adam gently orders. “Cum. Let yourself go.”
And he slams into me with powerful force. My buttocks ripple, and the ripples cascade through my entire being. My face scrunches and my body explodes.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!” I scream over and over and over.
As my pussy spasms around Adam’s glorious cock, I feel him spurt rope after rope of cum inside me as my eyes witness Mark's eruption just inches from my face. I am overwhelmed and can't stop my screams. Rocking and gripping and squeezing his dick. Milking everything he has to give me.
“Good, Grace. Let it all out,” Adam says amidst ragged breaths.
My body convulses – legs trembling, hips bucking. I gasp for air, as I begin to settle back down. In an instant, Mark releases his cock and is upon me, kissing my cheeks, my lips, whispering his love to me.
“You were amazing, baby,” he says as we kiss and nuzzle each other.
“Hold her, Mark” Adam instructs as he climbs off the table. “Grace, lift your hips a little so I can clean you up now. You will feel light pressure between your legs, as I will try not to aggravate your sensitive areas.”
I feel a warm cloth gently wiping from my mound down to my anus. Adam lightly pats around my sensitive clit. It feels sooooo good! I feel cherished and loved and at peace at this moment.
I rise slightly to wrap my arms around Mark’s neck, and whisper, “I love you. Thank you,” in his ear. I look at Adam and mouth, “Thank you,” to him as well. He blows a kiss to me.
The last thing I remember is my husband lifting me off the table in his arms and carrying me to bed. He tucks me in and kisses me softly before I drift off to sleep. He whispers in my ear, “I’m not sure which of us is going to enjoy your weekly massage appointment more.” My eyes widen, and I wonder if he is serious. I think he is, but it does not matter whether this is a one time fantasy or something we continue to explore. I smile as I drift off to sleep thinking about how much my husband loves me — and how secure a man he is — to embrace my fantasies and share me in this intimate way.
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