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I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special for Valentines Day. She certainly deserved it. Not only is my Claire drop-dead gorgeous (in a girl next door sort of way): 5'-2"; soft, long honey-coloured hair; blazing blue eyes; and killer smile, but she is also a terrific lover. Even at 37, Claire has worked hard to keep the same firm figure she had when she was in 6th Form.

She puts up with a lot. I'm very career oriented right now with my own startup business. Even though I travel all the time and am gone at all hours, Claire never hassles or nags at me. It's been an ideal marriage and a big time case of mutual lust since the first time we laid eyes on each other. We've always been faithful to each other and I'm certain Claire has been happy -- especially in the bedroom where we both work hard to keep each other satisfied.

So one day I'm playing golf with my mate, Dave, and I mention the Valentines present. Dave is a successful businessman in his own right. He owns quite a few businesses and some commercial ventures.

"I got the perfect thing," he said. "You should get her a gift certificate for a massage at one of my spas! Women go crazy for those things. They love to be pampered and treated special for a day."

Then Dave cracked this wicked grin as he looked at me. "And some of these women get so hot they can't stand it. The full body massage gets 'em so worked up they either go off right there on the table or run all the way home to jump the old man's bones!" he laughed.

"How the hell do you know?" I smirked.

"Security cameras! They're installed in all the massage rooms. I've got big colour TVs in a back room, and the rooms are wired for sound. Sometimes I sit back there to make sure, you know. . .there aren't any problems with the ther****ts."

"Isn't that i*****l?"

Dave just laughed. "I'm just protecting my ass-ets, matey ! I roll video tape on the massages to make sure that if anything goes too far and somebody complains. . .I know what happened and can show it to my solicitor. But, so far. . .we've certainly had no complaints," he chuckled.

I liked the idea of the massage for Claire. She had mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day at one of those spas. But I didn't know what to think about the idea of it making her hot and horny. Somehow I doubted it would or could happen.

Claire is no prude. She can get pretty wild when we are behind closed doors. . .but she is also fairly modest about everything else. My wife always dresses pretty and smart -- never sleazy or slutty. She came from a strict, religious family; and although she does have a wicked side. . .I was pretty sure I was the only one who had ever seen it.

Still, I couldn't help think about what Dave had said. And the more I thought about it. . .the more I fixated on it. Hell, I have fantasies just like the next guy. But this was the first time I ever thought about my wife getting turned on without me throwing the switch. Part of me felt guilty about even thinking of such a thing. Another part of me was convinced that Claire would never let anything happen.

But I couldn't help but get a growing thrill from the idea of my little Claire getting seduced and stroked into submission by some faceless stud. I walked around with a huge hard-on for the rest of the day.

That night I nearly attacked my poor wife when she came to bed. I couldn't get the images of her thrashing around on the massage table out of my head. She seemed surprised at my aggressiveness, but matched me stroke for stroke. It almost became an athletic event as I tried to see how many times I could make her cum. After her third trembling climax, I felt reassured that my hands were indeed as magic as any massage guy's.

Finally, exhausted. . .we fell asleep tangled up together. I had a big smile on my face I as held her warm body against mine. Jealousy was no longer a part of my new fantasy.

"What got into you last night?" Claire grinned at me over her coffee cup the next morning.

"I dunno. . .just getting geared up for Valentines Day!" I said truthfully.

"Well....if that's just a preview. . .I can hardly wait for the main event!" she laughed.

I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply before I headed out the door. "Gotta go! Got all kinds of big plans to make." I winked at her as I left.

I finally tracked down Dave on his cell phone about mid- morning. "Hey, remember that thing about the massage gift certificate?"

"Yeah. . .she'll love you forever, man."

"No doubt. But I've got some questions."

"Go for it," he said.

"Well, for starters, what kind of guys do you have doing these massages. I mean, do they really know what they're doing? And. . .how far do they go?"

He laughed that wicked laugh again. "Oh yeah. . .they know what they're doing all right. They are all licensed massage ther****ts. But some are better than others -- especially with women. . .if ya know what I mean. I've got a couple working for me that look like those guys on the covers of romance novels. . .and they can send a lady to Mars!"

"As to how far they go. . .that's up to the client. Sometimes they get shut down when they test the waters and it ends there. Then its strictly a professional massage But if they get the green light. . .watch out. . .anything goes!"

I shut my eyes tight as I started to get visions of my wife on the table again. My cock was already fighting for more room in my pants.

"OK. . .sounds good," I heard myself say. "But what if I want to watch? Ya know, just to make sure everything is cool?"

Dave busted up big time on the other end. "Man. . .you just want to get your rocks off with her, don't ya? I've seen it a million times. . .dudes love to see if the wifey can get her buttons pushed by someone else. "Don't worry. . .it's no problem. Like I said, I've got the whole room wired. You'll have a ringside seat, and she won't even know you're there!"

Several days later Claire sat opening her Valentines presents. I'd sprung for the obligatory flowers, some nice jewellery, some goodies from Victoria's Secret, and some other little pricey trinkets I though she'd like. She seemed genuinely delighted with all the stuff and gave me a big kiss after she opened it.

My plan was to take her to dinner at our favourite restaurant and give her the bonus gift -- the massage certificate. The meal and the mood was perfect. As we sat sipping our champagne and staring into each others eyes, I slipped the envelope out of my jacket and slid it over to her.

Claire's eyes lit up as she opened the card. She smiled warmly and welled up a little as she read the flowery words from the card maker, then my hand-written message of devotion. She never looked more beautiful as she blew me a kiss and mouthed the words. . ."I love you."

Then she noticed the extra piece of paper attached to the card. Surprised, she carefully read the certificate giving her the unlimited full-day pass at the spa. Suddenly she squealed with delight and pulled me across the table shower me with kisses.

"How did you know?" she breathed into my ear. "I've always wanted to do this! Oh, I can hardly wait! When can I go?"

I laughed and held her tight. "You can go whenever you want. Dave said he was going to make sure you got the total VIP treatment. Why don't you see if you can get your Mom to watch the k**s and go early next week?"

This time it was me who got attacked when we got home that night. I think Claire really liked her present.

The appointment was set for Tuesday. .and I made sure I cleared my schedule for the day so I could be in the secret room at the spa.

Dave told me to get there ahead of my wife to avoid any chance of running into her after she arrived, so I left early that morning. Before I took off I gave Claire a big kiss and a hug, making her promise to "really relax and enjoy herself." I hoped she didn't notice that I was already sporting a tent pole in my pants.

When I got to the spa, Dave showed me around. It was pretty impressive. The spa offered all kinds of fitness and health options. There were pools, steam rooms, weight rooms, tanning beds, special herbal wrap areas, mud baths, and almost anything else you could think of to pamper a body.

Finally we made our way to the massage area. There were four or five private rooms -- all with the same subdued, pleasant colour schemes. There was a large table in the middle of each room covered with sheets. Each table had a hole near the head where the client placed their face during the massage. A table nearby held all kinds of oils and liquids used for the massage. All the room were clean and comfortable. I was beginning to think I might enjoy a massage myself.

Employees were just starting to check in to work when I noticed a big young stud in his mid-twenties come in dressed all in white.. Dave had told the truth. . .this guy looked like a cover boy straight of a romance novel. Long, perfect hair, tan complexion, square jaw, piercing eyes and dazzling smile. . .the guy was built. There was no doubt he was a bodybuilder. Every move he made caused his T-shirt to ripple and flex.

Dave noticed him and smiled. "Ah...here's your guy. Come on over. . .I want you to meet the man who's going to be working with Claire."

He got bigger as he got closer. Dave patted him on his massive shoulder and gestured toward me. "Vince, I want you to meet the husband of one of our VIPs today. You're going to be her massage ther****t later. I told Mike here that you are the best and will give his wife the ultimate treatment."

Vince took my hand in his huge paw and smiled warmly. "Great to meet you, Mike. I'm really looking forward to working with your wife. I hear she's amazing!"

Yep,. that was a good word for her. . .amazing. Suddenly I was not so sure about my resolve to not let any jealousy be a part of this. . . uh, what. . .experiment?

Vince must have noticed the shadow cross my face. " Mike. . .don't worry," he said. "You will probably enjoy this as much as she will. Relax. . .I 'll take very good care of her. I won't do anything she doesn't want to do."

I smiled weakly back at him. "It's cool, Vince. I just want her to really have a good experience here. . .what happens along the way is up to her."

Vince laughed and clapped me on the back, "That's what we're here for. . .we aim to please our customers!"

"We better get going," Dave interrupted. "She's going to be here any minute."

He led me back to a door marked 'Private - Employees Only'. After unlocking the door, Dave led me inside. The room was not really what I expected. There was a big desk or table set against a wall with five 27-inch colour TVs aligned neatly together. In front of the monitors were mounted several small, expensive looking speakers. A box with a row of knobs and several lighted switches sat on the table in front of two big leather executive chairs. The room had no windows, but there was some soft track lighting with dimmer switches that could be adjusted. The only other noticeable objects were several Hi-Fi VCR's stacked together in a rack with little green and red lights softly glowing. It looked like something out of a spy movie.

Dave settled into one of the chairs and directed me to the other. He flipped a few switches and the TV monitors came to life. I now had an amazing view of the massage rooms. The clarity of the signal was impressive and the cameras were mounted in the perfect position to see anything in the rooms.

Soon one of the spa workers came into to one of the rooms to light some candles. "Let's check the sound," Dave said." He turned up a volume knob and through the speakers in front of the TV I could clearly hear the attendant rustling around. Then she turned on a small CD player in the room and we all heard some pleasant new age music. "All the better to massage you by," I thought to myself.

Dave turned to me and said, "We may have to wait a while. Claire's probably going to want to take advantage of some of the other areas of the spa before she gets her massage. Wait here. I'll go check on her progress and let you know when things are about to get started."

While I was waiting, several customers came into the rooms for their massages. I had a bird's-eye-view of some fairly plump, middle-aged housewives getting patted and rubbed with all kinds of techniques -- mostly by female ther****ts. Although I got a couple of good flashes of tit and ass, nothing very exciting happened. There was some chit-chat and some pretty contented sighs from the women clients that I could hear perfectly, but that was about it. No wandering hands or sexual innuendo. . .just professional rubdowns with all the vital areas covered by the sheet for the most part.

The sessions lasted about an hour, and the women all seemed very relaxed and refreshed when it was over. I was beginning to think Dave had overhyped this thing when the door opened and he came in.

"She's just finishing up with the mud bath. She should be here in a few minutes after the shower."

My stomach suddenly was doing flip-flops. I hadn't expected to get so keyed up so soon, but my mouth was dry and my cock was already stirring when I saw Vince walk into one of the rooms and start to make some preparations.

He seemed very casual and self-confident, and I couldn't help but think again what a stud this guy was. Suddenly he turned and looked right at us through the camera and gave a big thumbs-up sign. I jumped when he said loudly, "Showtime!"

Vince left the room and only moments later Claire came in and closed the door. My breath caught in my throat. She was every man's wet dream. Dressed in a big terrycloth robe, her hair was done up with a clip and her skin seemed to be glowing. She had that flushed look of someone who just got out of the shower, and even on the TV she looked unbelievable.

I watched as she glided over to the table and undid the tie on her robe. She slid it off her shoulders and Dave and I stared at the screen as she slowly revealed her magnificent body: World Class breasts -- not too big, but just right for her small frame -- topped with small pink nipples that already looked like they were at attention.

As she dropped the robe and pulled back the top sheet on the table, we both admired her firm features. I noticed that she had shaved the downy triangle of honey-coloured hair between her legs. She gracefully pulled herself up on the table and laid on her stomach. . .then reached back and pulled the sheet back over almost to her neck. She was modestly covered, but the sheet left little to the imagination -- moulding itself to every curve and valley including the twin globes of her perfect ass.

"Damn. . ." I heard Dave mutter beside me. I couldn't have agreed more.

My wife shifted around and settled on the table, placing her face in the opening and resting her arms and hands up above her head. I heard her give one of those contented sighs, then there was a light tapping at the door. Claire raised her head slightly and said, "All set....come in!"

Vince came into the room and quietly closed and locked the door. He walked over to the CD player and turned down the volume of the lazy music a little, then walked over to the table and gently placed a giant hand on Claire's sheet-covered back. She looked like a little girl compared to his size.

"Hi, my name is Vince, and I'll be your massage ther****t today. How are we treating you so far, Claire?"

"Heavenly. . ." I heard Claire's voice, somewhat muffled between her arms. "I could really get used to this!"

Vince chuckled pleasantly as he moved over to the table with the oils. "Hey, the best is yet to come."

There was a full-length mirror on one wall of the room. While Vince had his back turned to my wife, I saw her raise her head slightly and quite obviously look him over in the reflection. Her eyes widened noticeably, and I detected a slight smile play across her pretty lips as she rested her head back down. I'm pretty sure Vince knew very well that he was being checked out too. When he turned around he had a big grin on his chiselled face while he rubbed some warm oil on his palms. For the first time I also noticed the sizeable bulge in the front of Vince's white shorts.

"So is there anything special that you want me to work on today. . .any areas that have been bothering you?"

Claire sighed again and said, "Nope. . .I've never really had a massage before. You're the expert. . .I'll leave it in your hands." Then she giggled at her own bad pun.

"OK. . .you just relax and leave everything to the expert," Vince laughed as folded the sheet down to expose her lovely back. . .keeping her ass modestly covered. He moved to the side of the table and began applying firm strokes with both hands up and down the full length of her back. Occasionally he would vary the length or the pressure, then he would use his fingers to works specific areas that felt tense.

This went on for quite a while. Vince worked her entire upper torso including her neck, shoulders, and arms. Nothing much was said between them and I was beginning to think Claire had gone to sleep. The only thing that really kept me on the edge of my seat was a couple of times when I noticed Vince's fingers stray to the sides of her breasts which were mashed underneath her. But she made no movement to protest or stop him, so everything was cool.

After some time, Vince pulled the sheet back up on her back and moved back around to the side of the table. Reaching down to her feet, he slowly pulled the sheet up and folded it just below her buttocks. I was not surprised to see that Claire held her legs closely together. As she stirred a little and shifted on the table, I wondered what was going through her mind as this handsome stranger worked on her. Just an inch or so more, and the guy would have pretty good view.

Vince poured some more oil on his hands and then started to work on her feet -- one of Claire's most sensitive areas. She loves a good foot massage and there have been many times when we have started there and moved to nights of heated passion.

As he worked her tiny feet, Claire made the first sound I had heard in a while. It was a mix between a soft coo and a moan. She raised her head again and whispered softly, "Oh, you certainly are good at this.. ."

Vince smiled and I could see that he was slowly moving her legs apart as he worked her feet. By the time he started to move his stokes up to her calves, her legs were almost to the edge of the table. But he was still working mostly from the side, and I didn't think he could see much under the dark shadow of the sheet from his angle.

Gradually he moved his way up her legs, kneading and stroking every inch -- past her delicate inner-knees, up to the backs of her thighs. His large hands almost went around her entire leg as he worked the oil into her skin. As he moved upward, his hands began to brush against the sheet -- moving it up little by little with each contact. Soon we could start to see the soft curves of her ass come into view.

Now he was just grazing the hint of perfect, rounded flesh visible beneath the cover. His strong movements caused her hips to move up and down beneath his grip. As he worked the tops of her inner thighs, his hands would move together in between her legs, and I was sure that he was only inches away from heaven. He stopped there, however, and moved around to the foot of the table. Using long strokes with both hands, he started at her feet and pushed up both legs until his hands came to rest just below her ass. Every stroke caused the sheet to ride up a little more, and I knew from where he was standing now he had a perfect view between her legs. . .and it was obvious that he was taking full advantage of his position.

There was no doubt Claire was enjoying the sensation too. She was clearly awake now and almost regularly she would sigh and breath deeply between her arms. I thought I noticed her hips start to move slightly on their own.

Vince moved around to the side again, and, without a word, folded the sheet over in the middle of her back exposing one entire side of her body. With some fresh oil, he started to work directly on her uncovered buttock, moving his hands in circular motions over the entire soft surface. There was hardly room for both of his massive hands as his slick fingers started to probe down between her cheeks and legs.

Suddenly I heard Claire gasp as contact was made in her nether region.. "Umm...are you sure that's part of the service?" she whispered.

"I'm just getting to the deep tissue areas," Vince answered softly. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, maybe just a little embarrassed," she breathed back. "Nobody but my husband has touched me down there in a very long time."

"Don't worry. . .," Vince chuckled. "I'm a professional. It's all part of my job. . ."

"I'll bet it is. . .


Claire murmured, as she rested her head back down. She seemed to relax again, and Vince moved around to the other side and repeated the process -- folding the sheet over and exposing the other cheek.

Hearing no further protests, Vince started to move his "professional" fingers deeper between her legs with each pass. This time there was no doubt about it. Her hips began a slow grind up and down as one of his hands moved up to stroke her back again while the other stayed busy on her bottom -- gliding around and then dipping down. . .deeper and deeper each time.

Claire's breathing began to get heavier with each passing moment When Vince's arm movement changed, she began to moan and gasp again. Before his arm had been moving up and down, now it was moving slightly in and out. The sheet was still covering his hand from our view, but it was almost certain that he was now fingering her. Her skin had a soft sheen on it as she continued to rock back and forth on the table. Her hands began to clench and unclench the table above her head. As he increased his speed and stroked in and out she would raise her head at times and take ragged breaths.. Her eyes were glassed over and she had never looked lovelier.

I almost came in my pants right there. Glancing over at Dave, I could see that he was in a trance too. Here was this beautiful, voluptuous woman -- my wife -- writhing and panting lustily on a table while a hunky bodybuilder gave her obvious pleasure.

I was sure she was nearing orgasm, but before she could get there, Vince slowed down his movements and brought her down from the peak. As he pulled his hand into view it was slick and wet with her juices.

"Why... why are you stopping?" she almost whimpered.

"We've still got plenty of time, " he said, grinning broadly. "Besides, I need to do your front. .."

We all tried to catch our breath as Vince rearranged the sheet over her. Then he held it up like a curtain in front of him and told her to turn over.

As she changed sides, Dave and I could see how flushed with excitement she was. Claire was clearly in a state of arousal. Her pink nipples were hard and erect and her bouncing breasts heaved as she laid back down. Vince placed the sheet over her, then folded it down to the top of her chest -- raising her arms so they lay beside her head.

"I don't know how much more of this I can stand," Claire said, as Vince went to get some fresh oil. Again she looked him up and down while he had his back to her. When he turned around, her eyes darted immediately to the huge bulge in his shorts. Blushing, she quickly looked away and focused her eyes on the ceiling.

Vince moved to the head of the table and started to massage her neck and shoulders. With her arms raised above her head, he had complete access to her upper body. He gently worked around her ears and soft throat, then held up each arm and worked the length of it to her hands. Again I was amazed at how tiny she seemed next to him.

She had calmed down quite a bit by this time and her breathing was almost normal, but Vince was ready to start her motor again. Without warning, he peeled the sheet down to her waist, revealing her lovely breasts in all their glory. Their perfect conical shape was flattened against her a little bit in this position, but the nipples stood up proud and tall.

He started at her collarbone with flat palms and started making circles that progressed down her chest. It didn't take long for his hands to make contact with her breasts, but he danced around them -- never directly touching or even grazing her erect nipples.

Taking his time, Vince moved all around her well-oiled breasts without giving her the direct contact she was probably dying for by now. Her breathing began to get heavier again and she started to make soft noises in the back of her throat. Claire loves to have her breasts fondled, and I could see her start to arch her back as she strained meet his touch.

Finally he gave in to her. He moved to the side of the table, and with his palms flat he placed his hands on her stomach and moved them both up and over her breasts -- dragging right across the nipples. Then he moved back down and took both hard little nubbins between his fingers and began to roll them back and forth.

It was like an electric shock. Claire's arms jerked down and her hands covered his. "Uhhhhhnnggg!!!!!!!" she moaned, with her eyes closed tightly. The look on her pretty face was pure pleasure. "Yesssss.....like that!!!!!" she hissed, as her hands guided his over her quivering pink flesh.

Her hips started to rise off the table again as she raised her knees and planted her feet on the table. I don't think I'd ever seen her so overcome. Her arms were still flailing -- one hand fell down to the sheet and started to slide underneath between her wide-spread legs. The other hand instinctively reached out and found Vince's white T-shirt. As he continued to stroke and tease her nipples, her hand u*********sly slid down his shirt to the waistband of his shorts.

Before she could reach down any further, however, Vince sidestepped her grasp and moved his hips out of the way. "Uh, uh....no fair touching the hired help. . .yet!!!!!" he snickered at her. I don't think she heard him or even realized what he was talking about. She was too lost in the sensations he was giving her.

With all the thrashing about the sheet had all but fallen clear of her body. Vince started move his hands lower again, gliding over her stomach. When he reached the sheet he simply whisked it off onto the floor.

There was my pretty, little conservative wife -- stark naked, trembling and writhing under this strange man.

Vince had moved down to stand at the foot of the table between Claire's raised knees and wide-spread legs. He was still making circular motions with his palms as he worked his way lower on her abdomen. His hands were starting to graze the softness of her trimmed little bush. She was humping her hips up to meet his movements as he moved ever lower.

Sliding his hands down to her inner-thighs, Vince massaged the outside of her pussy lips with his thumbs. . .still not coming into direct contact. Each movement pulled the slick lips apart and gave as all a view of her moist opening. Claire was almost babbling at this point, but when Vince finally slid the side of his hand directly down the full length of her vagina, she began to pant like a wounded a****l.

"Uhhhhh!!!!......Oh, God!!!!!! Oh,. . .oh, please!!!!!!!!

She bucked up and down as one finger hit home. . .then another. Soon he was pistoning his large digits in and out of her honey pot at increasing speed.

When one thumb moved up and suddenly raked across her neglected clit, my wife immediately began to shake and shudder. I knew very well the signs her orgasm. She shook her head from side to side, hair spilling out everywhere as the clip came undone and flew across the room.

"Yeeeeesssss!!!!! Oh, yeah......right there, that's it!!!!!!" she wailed beneath his solid, unrelenting movements.

Her hands flew to her breasts and she began to tweak and pull on her own nipples. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped to pull air into her burning lungs.

Finally he gave her the release she needed. Suddenly he placed both hands on her thighs and spread them wide apart as he leaned down and swiped his long tongue directly over her clit. He kept his mouth there. . .lapping and swirling his tongue over her burning pussy.

That's all it took. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she almost appeared to stop breathing. Wave after wave of pleasure shook through her body as she thrust her mound against Vince's lapping tongue and clawed at the sheets under her.

"Ohhh......ohhh......AhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!!. . . .I'm CUMMMMMIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!" She wailed in tempo with the thrust of her hips. Then she held herself rigid as the fireworks exploded in her head.


Vince effortlessly stripped off his T-shirt. His face was covered with shiny juice. Every muscle rippled as he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slowly started to pull them over his slim hips. Soon the waistband revealed the large, purple, angry-looking head of his truly impressive tool. Inch after inch of the shaft that was easily as big around as my wrist came into view. He kept up the strip tease. . .agonizingly slow, as his nine-inch pipe sprang free. When his shorts finally cleared his huge balls, he pushed the shorts the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.

Claire lay panting spread-eagle on the table like she had been shot. Her hips were still making small, involuntary movements and her nostrils flared in time with her ragged breathing. Before she could totally come back to earth, Vince reached down and pulled her ass to the edge of the table like she was a rag doll. He raised her knees up and pushed her soft thighs wide. Reaching down, he took his huge meat in his fist and started to rub the giant helmet-like head back and forth against her sopping wet little box.

Somewhere among the cobwebs in her head, Claire realized what Vince was doing. She raised her head and her eyes fluttered open. "No. . .please, I can't do this. . .I'm married!" she moaned.

"That makes two of us, princess." Vince broke into that dazzling smile again as he gazed down at her. "Just relax and enjoy. I'm a professional. . .remember?

She looked closely at his handsome face for the first time. "Please. . .," she whispered, "we shouldn't being doing this. . ."

"But that's what I'm here for, princess. . .to please you. It's all part of the service. Now just lay back and get ready for some serious therapy!" Vince reached one hand down and braced it on the table by her waist as he started to push his big cock meat into my wife.

Although Claire's guilt reflex was starting to say no, her body had other ideas. Still reeling from her explosive climax moments earlier, once again her small hips betrayed her and started to react to the intense stimulus at her entrance. As she closed her eyes again and laid her head back, her hand instinctively reached down to touch the monster at her gate.

Suddenly her tiny hand came into contact with the torpedo poised to enter her. When she tried to wrap her fingers around its massive girth, her eyes snapped open wide. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at what must have looked like a telephone pole to her.

"Please. . ." she breathed again. Then she said what I was thinking: "It's too big. . .you'll tear me apart!"

"Nonsense. .." Vince laughed. "I'll go way slow and be very gentle. Remember our motto. . .Satisfaction guaranteed! And I guarantee you're going to be satisfied with this!"

Claire looked nervous now, but she was still obviously turned on. I knew she had never even dreamed of taking on a cock this size. Her chest heaved as she watched him find her opening and push just the tip inside. He pushed in just a little farther. . .just fractions of an inch at a time, but slowly his big pipe began to disappear. Claire closed her eyes tight again and tried to relax her muscles, but I could clearly see how white her knuckles were as she gripped the sheet beneath her.

Vince was true to his word. He took things very slowly and let her get used to every movement before he went any further. He shifted his weight a bit, and little by little he started to make progress. After he got about three-inches inside, he stopped and asked if she was all right. She nodded -- still with her eyes squeezed tight. She was starting to breath very heavily again, and he surprised her by leaning down and taking one her rigid nipples in his mouth. Claire immediately let out a loud moan and wrapped her hand in his mass of hair, holding his head firmly to her quivering breast.

Vince worked both nipples with his lips and tongue for a few moments. Then as she started to become more comfortable he raised back up and hooked his arms underneath her legs -- raising her knees almost to his shoulders and pulling her thighs wide apart.. This not only aligned her pelvis in a position for better penetration, but it also gave Dave and me a good view of the tip of his cock buried in her moist hole.

Claire's moaned again Vince slowly pulled his hips back a bit, revealing for a brief moment the portion of his meat that had been inside of her. We just had time to see that it was slick with her juices before he flicked his buttocks forward again and gently pushed back inside. Claire gave a soft little grunt as he began to rock back and forth -- each time pushing a little more of his big pole inside.

What an amazing sight -- watching a near total stranger fucking my beautiful wife. I tried to remember how I got here. A couple of weeks ago this had been the furthest thing from my mind. Now I had a myriad of emotions going through my head as I watched the wildly erotic display. Part of me wondered if my wife would ever be satisfied in my bed again. But I realized our marriage and our love for each other was solid and would survive.. No, what I felt more than anything was raw excitement. It was like watching a play -- except I imagined my wife and myself as part of the cast of players. I had agreed to allow this to happen, and I almost could feel her intense pleasure while I watched them move together.

Vince had established a rhythm now with long, smooth strokes. He was beginning to breath heavier too and his tanned body was gleaming with sweat. I watched his rock hard ass cheeks flex back and forth, then shifted my gaze back to his shiny cock as it slid almost completely in and out -- appearing and disappearing inside her with each thrust.

"Ahhhh.....Ahhhh......Ahhhh......Ahhhhh.....," Claire began a steady chant in time with his even strokes. She laid her head back on the table, but her tiny hands clutched and grabbed at his massive biceps on his arms -- still holding up her legs. She began bucking her hips back to meet his thrusts and I realized she had taken him all. Now his huge balls began to make a soft slapping sound against her ass with each down stroke.

"You've got it all, princess. . .how does it feel?" Vince grunted as he began to steadily pick up the pace.

Claire could barely answer through gritted teeth, "Uhhnn...ohh,.... my gawd!!!...It feels sss, sssooo....ssoooo, goood!!!!!!!! I...I've....nn...nnevver......f, fff...felt...so....fulll!!!" The mics and speaker system was very good. I could hear every sound in the room including the wet squishing noise her tight little pussy was making as he ground into her.

Then Vince seemed to shift into a higher gear. He raised her small ankles and feet up and placed them on his broad shoulders, then he planted both hands of the table on each side of her. Once he had repositioned her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out and held it at her opening for a second teasing her. "Ready. . .?" he whispered.

"Oh yes.....put it back inside!. Fuck me, Vince. . . .please!!!!! she begged, as we all held our breath.

He suddenly slammed back into her and she cried out in pleasure. Then Vince began to pound into my wife like a jackhammer. The solid table rocked and groaned beneath them and Claire's breasts shook back and forth as she neared another orgasm. Vince knew she was close again and he began to change up his movements -- rotating and grinding his hips sometimes. . .then just pounding into her with unbelievable speed and stamina on the next series of thrusts. Their bodies slapped together with loud smacks that got louder and sharper.

Claire rarely cums during straight fucking, but as Vince's ass turned into a blur, Claire let out a keening cry that I'm sure could be heard throughout the building.

Vince began to gasp and grunt too, and I realized he was close as well. "Oh God.....I'm gonna CUMMM!!!!!!" I heard him shout, as she shuddered, yelped, and clawed beneath him.

Vince yanked his cock from my wife's pussy, still bucking with spasms from her own orgasm, but as soon as his cockhead cleared she wailed “no cum inside me fuck me now!!! “ and without further invitation he plunged his giant cock deep inside her and shot his load deep inside her womb……… as he removed his cock , cum oozed from Claires wet lips

Vince continued to slowly jack his cock in his hand while Claire became the masseuse -- reaching up and massaging his milky white liquid into her skin with one hand, while her other hand reached down and pushed his hand away to gently stroke his red, swollen meat.

Vince leaned down and tenderly kissed Claire for the first and only time. I could see their tongues battling intensely in their mouths as she thanked him passionately for what he had done.

I had almost forgot about Dave.. "I'm giving you the original. . .but do you mind if I make a copy of this tape?" he asked with a weary grin, as he pushed some buttons on the VCR.

"No problem, " I said. "It's the least I could do. That was truly amazing!"

I looked back at the screen and saw Vince start to pull his clothes back on. Claire was spent. She still was laying on the table lazily stroking her stomach -- a contented smile played on her lips. She watched with half-open eyes while Vince got dressed. When he was through, he went back to the table and stroked he cheek softly with his hand.

"That concludes the treatment for today," he grinned. "How do you feel?"

"Oh, my!" was all she could whisper. "I feel like a new woman. . ."

"Well, like I said. . .it's all part of my job. Satisfaction guaranteed!" He bent down and gave her another small kiss on her flushed cheek, then said, "Take your time, princess. . .you can get up and shower whenever you want." Then he quietly left the room.


Dave turned off the equipment in the room and handed me the tape. "Well...that was fun!" he chuckled. "I told you. . .they sure like the full body massage!" I thanked him and snuck out the back door of the building.

When I got home that evening, Claire was relaxing on the couch in a pretty yellow sundress. She looked fresh and pretty, more beautiful to me than I could ever remember. She jumped to her feet when she saw me and showered me with hugs and kisses.

When she slowed down a bit I laughed and held her at arms length. "So. . .how was your day at the spa? I tried to act casual.

"Oh, honey Thank you so much! I can't tell you how wonderful that was. I never imagined it could be like that. . ." Then she got an evil little twinkle in her eye as she gazed at me. "I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"

"Huh...?" I stammered. "Wh...what are you talking about?"

"Oh, you think you're so clever...don't you?" she giggled. "I recognized your car the second I pulled into the parking lot!!"

I started to make some lame excuse, but she just covered my mouth with her hand and said, "shhhhhh....silly boy. "You're not upset about what I did are you?"

"Upset? It was the most erotic experience I've ever had," I said truthfully.

"Good! she smiled. "I made another appointment for us next week.

Happy Valentine's Day, darling!!!!"