Happy Birthday
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My name is Neha, I am 26 old married woman. My Husband name Rohit. He was Muscular body and great 10” fat cock. It was Rohit’s birthday and I had surprises in mind for him. Last night my husband and I had arrived at this luxurious desert spa near Palm Springs and I had a whole day of treats planned for him today. First we’d have a special caviar breakfast and take a quick swim, and then, for later in the afternoon, I had arranged for a masseur to come up to the room. I had requested a specific masseur, and not another or a masseuse, because that masseur, I hoped, was going to be a big part of the very special and unusual birthday treat I had in mind for my husband. Let me explain. Rohit and I had seen the masseur by pool side every day, giving guests massages. The guests I spoke with all said Vishal just gave the best massages. And he was such a dreamboat too, with a deeply tanned, chiseled body and that blond, blue-eyed surfer look. I guessed he was gay from the first moment I saw him, even though he appeared exceptionally masculine. But there was just something about the glint in his eyes when he checked out really good-looking guys, like my husband. Rohit said he didn’t notice, but I did. Asking around, another guest I had met, a woman who had been here several times, confirmed for me that Vishal was, indeed, gay. But that didn’t stop all the horny women from eyeing him all the time, those eyes drifting down especially to the seemingly ever present big bulge in the crotch of his swim trunks.And hearing this about Vishal made me start to think and scheme. You see my husband is straight, but for a long time I’d had these fantasies of watching him make it with another guy, another good-looking, masculine stud like himself. When I once mentioned this to Rohit he confessed to me that sometimes he entertained bi-sexual fantasies himself.
Naturally, I was very pleased to hear this.So when I noticed my husband’s eyes lingering a little too long when Vishal was giving an old dame a massage by pool side, I smiled to myself. I had already seen Vishal check out my husband with somewhat hungry eyes; and now I caught my Rohit eyeballing Vishal with what I thought was a lusty gaze of his own.And so I began to plot and plan for this very special birthday treat, arranging with Vishal to come up to our hotel room and give my husband a massage. So when he finally arrived, and I opened the door and there was Vishal, I could see my husband was surprised to see him, surprised but obviously quite pleased, though he tried to hide it.”Everyone says Vishal is the best masseur working at the spa, and so, for your birthday, honey, I asked him to come up and give you a massage.”I was going to play it all sweet and innocent, at least at the start.Vishal looked my husband over and, again, I could clearly that he liked what he saw. My husband is a lanky, rugged sort, hard bodied and smooth. He’s a stuntmen, and has the sort of rough-hewn masculine looks that many women like, and most gay men drool over.Vishal set up the massage table and had Rohit get up on it on his stomach. Rohit still had his swim trunks on, but I casually pulled them off, much to my husband’s surprise. He turned around, trying to protest, but I shut him up with a big luscious kiss. I suppose he felt exposed and vulnerable, laying there on his stomach, with his bare ass staring me and Vishal in the face.Vishal tried to hide it, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off my husband’s perfect muscled ass. He coughed to try and break the spell, then poured oil over my husband’s back and began to massage him. I stood by and watched. Vishal had moved from massaging Rohit’s upper back right down to his thighs.”What about his butt? Aren’t you going to massage his butt too?” I asked in an innocent tone of voice.Vishal actually blushed and little, and I thought that was so cute! He had probably massaged a lot
Of gay men with whom he then had sex, but now here he was with a husband, a straight man, and with the man’s wife standing there, next to him, encouraging him to massage her husband’s naked ass, staring Vishal in the face.”Let me see you massage that nice, hard, tight ass,” I purred, not so innocently now. Vishal poured some oil on Rohit’s buttocks and began to massage them. Rohit didn’t say a thing. As Vishal worked on Rohit’s butt, he massaged each buttock in an outward motion. This had the effect of spreading apart Rohit’s buttocks and revealing his asshole. To a gay man that little hole is the prize, the jewel, and Vishal, despite my standing right next to him, couldn’t help staring at Rohit’s exposed butthole. I knew that vivid, enticing hole very well, having had spent much time tonguing it and probing its tight, warm, humid depths with my eager fingers and my collection of toys “Like that, Vishal?” I asked and he blushed, but then smiled sexily, knowing I was referring to my husband’s puckered sphincter. “Rohit’s very, very sensitive down there between his buns, sometimes I even play with him down in there. Would you like me to show you?”My husband turned his head to look at me with a startled look on his face, but I just gave him a nice mellow, sexy smile and told him to just lay back and enjoy it all. First I leaned down and, looking right up at Vishal, a sassy, almost lewd glint in my gaze, first licked my lips, then leaned lower and began to lick my husband’s ass. I knew this was a real favorite pastime of gay men, so I made real show of working my tongue over the helplessly exposed hole, snaking it inside his sphincter, Vishal watching it all very keenly.”Mmmmmmh, I love to lick his ass,”
I purred seductively, now sounding like a frisky kitten, as feminine as these two were masculine, “and Rohit just loves to have his ass licked and played with, don’t you, baby?”Rohit just groaned affirmatively, now having surrendered totally to the sensual anal assault.Next I poured out some oil directly on Rohit’s asshole as Vishal kept massaging his buttocks, and then worked a finger into his crack and slid it slowly up Rohit’s ass. Vishal stopped massaging and just held Rohit’s buns wide open for me while I fingered my husband’s tight asshole. With my free hand I reached under Rohit’s balls and felt his cock.”Oooooh, he’s hard,” I said, looking up at Vishal. “I think my husband must like having you massage his butt while I stick my finger up his ass. How about you, Vishal? You like kneading my husband’s tight ass while you watch me finger him like this?”Oh, I knew he liked it okay, for I could clearly see the big bulge that had formed in Vishal’s crotch, much more vivid than anything he ever displayed at poolside. Now I brazenly dug my free hand under the elastic of Vishal’s shorts and wasn’t at all surprised to feel a hardon. But what did surprise, and delight me, was just how amazingly huge that hardon of his felt!I looked Vishal straight in the eye as he tried to avoid my gaze again; he was a little shy and no doubt and taken aback by the scene.I withdrew my finger from my husband’s ass while Vishal, still pretending that this was just a ‘massage,’ continued to work on my husband’s buttocks.But now stunning Vishal even more, I suddenly reached over and pulled down his shorts to see his cock standing straight up, like a thick flagpole. From the size of his bulge and the way that stiff bulge had been pushing out his shorts, I was prepared for something pretty oversized. But was I in for a shock! Vishal was huge, he was spectacularly endowed, unbelievably hung. I knew my husband’s dimensions well. Like most wives, at one point I had picked up a ruler and measured off his erect inches, eight to be exact. But Vishal was a good deal bigger. He had maybe two inches short to my husband, maybe even more, and he was thicker, and, believe me,
My husband has himself a very impressively thick one too! “Oh my ” I gasped, wrapping my fingers around the girth of the massive, erect shaft, “Fuck, Rohit! You ain’t going to believe this!”I took my sweet time massaging that steely shaft of our masseur’s. Vishal may’ve been gay but he sure didn’t act like he minded having his dick in my hand, not at all.”Say Vishal? You’ve given my husband a wonderful external massage today. But it’s his birthday today, so why don’t we give him a treat? Something special, something he’s never had before from a real man. How about you give him an internal massage now? With this beautiful, big massage ‘tool’ of yours, know what I mean?”Vishal gave me a lusty smile; he knew just what I meant.Now I took Vishal’s hand and had him walk over to the head of the massage table, right in front of my husband.”Lift your head, honey,” I told my husband.Vishal’s immense rigid penis was staring my husband right in the face as he lifted his head. Rohit’s eyes went wide with stunned surprise as he took in the panorama of the massive erect cock filling his field of vision. I was so fucking excited seeing this huge, thick sentinel of male virility standing up hard and straight, inches from my husband’s face.”Nice, huh?” I purred sexily as I stroked Vishal’s cock. “Vishal’s going to give you a real deep massage with this special tool of his, a rectal massage, I know you like those. That’s going to be your very special birthday treat, honey. But first how about you taste this big beautiful cock, baby. Open your mouth wide for me.”Rohit opened wide as, holding on to the massive shaft, I brought the big smooth, knob between my husband’s lips and watched those lips engulf the cock and begin to suck it. My heart raced as I took in the stunning sight, my husband sucking a cock for the very first time. And not just any cock, but our hired masseur’s stunningly huge tool, a tool that had no doubt been sucked by many appreciative men, and now was being sucked by my husband.
My eyes wouldn’t even blink as I gazed, mesmerized, at the sight of my husband’s lips wrapped around the thickness of a man’s cock. I had fantasized about this for so long, and now here I was, actually watching my husband give this handsome, extravagantly hung stud a blow-job.As my husband eagerly wolfed down the masseur’s big tool I returned to Rohit’s exposed bottom and poured more massage oil into his crack. Then I worked one, two, three and, finally, four fingers up his butt and reamed him out as he wolfed down the big cock that was about to be buried up his ass. Just the thought of that send shivers up and down my spine!Now that I had sufficiently greased up my husband’s bottom and reamed out his hole, I took hold of Vishal’s cock again. My husband was really into his cock feast, and seemed a little reluctant to release that hard hunk of male meat from between his lips!But I had other plans. I poured a little more massage oil right onto Vishal’s rigid shaft and rubbed it all over the taut, hard surface until his cock was all slick and glossy. Shit, it looked so gorgeous oiled up like that, so very massive, so very poised to fill my husband’s bottom.”Bet it tastes real good, huh Rohit? It’s going to feel real good too, all hard and thick and deep inside you!”My husband stared at that cock as if in a trance. He knew he was only moments away from feeling that big steely shaft he was now staring at buried deep inside him.”Reach back and hold yourself wide open,” I hissed at Rohit, as I took hold of Vishal’s lubed cock and guided it between my husband’s cheeks, into his exposed crack.My husband looked so deliciously, almost obscenely ready, laying there, ass up, reaching back eagerly to hold that ass wide
Open for for his first real fuck. I rubbed the oiled tip of Vishal’s cock against the slippery ridge of Rohit’s asshole. The sight of that just about drove me crazy!”Go on Vishal, give Rohit that deep massage he’s been needing,” I purred as Vishal slowly slid his cock up my husband’s ass. I held my breath as first I gazed at the big cockhead forcing open Rohit’s slick anal sphincter, then watched as inch after inch of Vishal’s big penis disappeared up my husband’s rectum, the ring of Rohit’s asshole wrapped tightly around Vishal’s thickness. That was a sight I always relished, when I worked a vibrator or dildo up my husband’s ass, the sight of his anal ring stretching and giving way, wrapped so vividly around the forceful intruder, gripping it in its clutch, his asshole forced to surrender to a stiff, thick invader.”Oh !” Rohit groaned as he really felt it now.”You love it, don’t you, Rohit?” I purred as I reached my hand under his stomach to feel that his own dick was even harder now than the last time I checked.”Go on, Vishal. Fuck him!” I demanded, “Fuck my husband up the ass!”Vishal screwed my husband with deep smooth strokes, massaging his rectal innards with his full ten or so thick inches. My fingers were still oily and now I slid a slippery finger into Vishal’s crack, searching for his asshole. Finding it, I buried the finger up his ass, then a second finger. He looked me in the eye. He may’ve been gay, and I may’ve been a woman. But he sure seemed happy digging his cock up my husband’s asshole while I dug my finger up his tight man-cunt. He even couldn’t help pushing back his bottom against my probing fingers, the slut! Happy birthday, sweetheart,” I said to my husband as our masseur pumped his ass fast and furious, slamming the full thick length of his shaft up my husband’s bottom as Rohit pushed back greedily against Vishal’s deep thrusts. He was really pounding it inside him, his balls slapping loudly against my husband’s ass as he drove ten thick inches all the way in, to the hilt. Now I saw the beads of sweat form on Vishal’s forehead, the telltale grimace and then, after forcing it in all the way, he stopped and groaned. Then I felt his sphincter begin to throb against my two probing fingers, and I knew that at this very moment the masseur was unloading deep inside my husband’s body, finding his pleasure inside Rohit’s tight ass, just the way Rohit so often found his own pleasure deep inside my own welcoming ass!Later, after Vishal had gone, I spread my legs wide and urged my husband to enter me. His cock was rock hard and he was eager to fuck, so turned on by just having been fucked himself. And as my husband fucked me, I reached around to run a fingertip around the open anal rim, and experienced such a thrill as I felt Vishal’s cum slowly seeping out of Rohit’s well-fucked ass, seeping out as he drove his cock furiously inside me.”Happy birthday, baby!” I purred sexily in his ear, as his cock filled me to the hilt and another man semen continued to dribble out of his ass.Email me
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