*** Part 1 ***
My wife and I have been married for nearly fifteen
years. Having been together for so long, it’s becoming
quite challenging to come up with original gift ideas
for birthdays and such. So this year when her birthday
rolled around, instead of buying her something that
would just end up on a shelf, or in a box that I’d have
to move later, I got her a gift-certificate for a
massage. I didn’t know it at the time, but that
decision would change our lives forever.
Before I get into our story, I’ll introduce us. My name
is Danny. I’m six feet tall, and tip the scales at
about 180 pounds. I have short, dark brown hair and
gray-blue eyes. I’m in pretty good shape, but like most
men in their 30’s, I’m developing some love handles
around my middle – guess I’m going to have to take care
I tower over my lovely wife, Janet; she stands just
five feet two inches. She wants to lose some weight,
but I’m keeping a close eye on her because she has a
perfect ass, and 36DD tits that just make me crazy.
Janet’s body is dotted with freckles that really stand
out when she’s had some sun. She too has short hair,
but it’s a rich, dark blonde color that compliments her
dazzling brown eyes. And she has a smile that lights up
Much to my delight, about four years ago, she had her
nipples pierced and now wears twelve gauge rings
through them; occasionally she’ll wear a white gold
chain slung between them – now there’s a site to
behold! Then last year, she had her pussy lips done
like her nipples, and just a few months ago, her navel
was added to the collection. I should also mention that
she has a tattoo with my name just inside her bikini
line, level with the top of her neatly trimmed bush.
That last thing you need to know about us is that until
recently, we’ve been completely monogamous. We’ve
fantasized about bringing others into our sex life, but
for fear of disease and scandal, we’ve kept our bedroom
to ourselves. Nonetheless, sex has always been great
for us. Janet is multi-orgasmic; and I have long
lasting wood (the benefit of maturity I guess). On
average, we were fucking about ten times a week unless
I was traveling. I suppose that’s why neither one of us
cheated – we were too busy with each other.
Our story begins when Janet decided to cash in her
birthday present. She had adopted a dog (named Lucky)
the day before and he’d worked her over pretty good.
And when I got home from work, well, lets just say our
lovemaking was particularly spirited. Stiff and sore
when she woke up, she called the massage parlor and
made an appointment for that afternoon. Normally on a
Saturday I would have been home to rub her down myself,
then fuck her brains out, but my office sent me to
California on a last minute business trip.
Authors Note: Because I was now cruising along at
thirty-five thousand feet in a cramped seat with no leg
room, sitting next to a guy with a damp spot on his
shirt from where he’d been drooling on himself, these
next parts I’m recounting second hand. I pressed Janet
for details so the tale I’m spinning is hopefully very
complete and accurate.
Janet had a few hours to kill before her massage, so
she began her weekly ritual of removing unwanted hair,
exfoliating, filing and painting her nails and so on.
(You know, all the chic stuff that guys don’t have to
do, and therefore can’t fully appreciate. Of course, we
love the results.)
She finished up with a dip in the hot tub, then dressed
in a matching bra and thong set and a light summer
dress that accentuated her large tits and shapely ass.
Her outfit was complete with sexy, functional sandals.
Janet had just enough time left for a light lunch of
left over salmon on crackers. (She makes an awesome
grilled mustard salmon.)
The drive to the massage parlor was short. Janet
stepped from her truck into the warm spring sunshine. A
light breeze swished her dress around her knees and
tickled her thighs. Before her was the entrance to the
massage parlor – a sign above the door read simply
“Massage”. The privacy glass of the door glowed a
When Janet pulled the door open, a nearly inaudible
chime announced her arrival. She stepped into the
waiting lounge, eyes wide in surprise. She had been
expecting something like you’d find at a doctors
office, very conservative décor in neutral colors.
Instead, she found a room that oozed sensuality.
The carpet was a dark blue, the pile thick and plush.
The walls were covered in folds of a deep burgundy
fabric, hung in a cascade like a velvet waterfall. The
ceiling was a mosaic of mirror tiles to spread the
light cast from the corners, where steppes of large
candles hosted gently flickering flames.
When the door clicked shut, the noise and light of the
outside world disappeared completely. The silence was
so complete, Janet could hear her own heartbeat. She
walked toward the center of the room where a single
round ottoman, the only furniture in the room, stood
like a lone sentry. When she sat down on it, she was
surprised to find it was warm to the touch. “Wow, I
feel better already and I haven’t even seen the
masseuse yet,” she said to herself. “I wonder how long
I’ll have to wait.”
“Not long,” said a voice from behind her. “Are you
Janet?” Janet turned around to see a slender woman a
few inches taller than her. Her smiling face was framed
by shoulder length black hair. She wore a v-neck tank
top and form fitting shorts; her feet were bare. The
tank was pulled up and knotted just below her cleavage,
leaving her midriff exposed. “I’m Sherri,” she said and
extended her hand.
Sherri’s casual attire and warm smile immediately put
Janet at ease and she extended her own hand in kind.
“Yes, I’m Janet,” she said, smiling her own greeting.
Janet asked “Where did you come from – I didn’t hear
you come in.”
“Through here…” Sherri turned, still holding Janet’s
hand, and led her toward the fabric covered wall. As
they approached, it silently drew upward like the main
curtain of a theatre to reveal a candlelit hallway,
then slipped back to the floor behind them. The hallway
led to three doors, each flanked by wall-mounted
candelabras. Sherri pushed through the third door and
led Janet over to a plain looking massage table. “I’ll
just step out for a moment so you can undress.” She
stepped back into the hallway, and closed the door
*** Part 2 ***
Janet stood by the table for a moment, soaking in
everything she’d seen so far, then began to undress.
She stepped out of her sandals then slipped her dress
over her head and hung it over the back of the room’s
one chair. Finally, she unclasped her very sheer bra
and laid it neatly on the chair, allowing the fabric of
her dress to modestly conceal it.
In just her thong, Janet walked over to the table and
lay down on it. There was a sheet folded neatly at the
foot of the table. She pulled it up above her breasts
and let out a deep sigh. The table was warm beneath
her, just like the ottoman had been. “This is getting
better and better,” she thought.
Janet stared up at the ceiling for a moment before
closing her eyes. This room was decorated much like the
reception lounge, except the ceiling was a mix a purple
and black broken by tiny pinpricks of light that would
wink in and out of existence. It was like looking at
the stars in the dead of night, faintly obscured by the
glow of the candles.
Just moments after Janet had lain down on the table,
Sherri quietly entered and turned on a soothing sound
track. It wasn’t new age, exactly. It wove a tapestry
of melodies designed to focus and calm the mind set to
a background of distant drums. As Janet watched Sherri
make her preparations, she found her heart had slowed
to beat in time with the music.
“Janet, let’s start with your back,” said Sherri. “I’ll
hold the sheet while you turn over.” Sherri raised the
sheet and Janet turned, not realizing that Sherri was
peeking. She was planning on make this massage quite
Now face down, Janet could feed Sherri begin to spread
warm oil on her back. Sherri’s hands moved the oil
around in a light caress that left Janet’s back
gleaming in the flicking light. Then powerful hands
began kneading the muscles along her shoulders and
neck, drawing the tension and aches away.
Over several minutes, Sherri worked her way down
Janet’s back, carefully applying only the perfect
amount of pressure. She used her hands, elbows,
forearms, and the tips of her fingers to drive away the
stiffness, work out the knots, and realign the body’s
natural flow of energy. Janet began to purr like a
kitten, not realizing that she was beginning to emit
low moans of contentment.
As Sherri wound her way down Janet’s spine to her
buttocks, she notices that Janet had scratches along
her sides, above her hips. Concerned, she asked “where
did these scratches come from?” Realizing that Sherri
was seeing evidence of her tryst with Lucky, Janet
blushed and stammered out, “I got a new dog yesterday –
he gets a little too rambunctious.”
Sherri’s eyebrows rose in silent question. “I wonder
what he was doing to her…” she thought.
The sheet was pulled further down, exposing Janet’s
shapely ass, and the thin strip of fabric that made up
the back of her thong. Without pause, Sherri began to
massage her butt cheeks, working her hands along the
cleft between them, following along around the crease
above Janet’s thighs, repeatedly squeezing and pulling
the large muscles there.
Janet really loves having her ass rubbed. That and
Sherri’s reminder of yesterday’s action conspired to
spark her arousal. At first confused by having these
feelings at the hands of another woman, Janet tensed.
But as Sherri continued her talented ministrations,
Janet could feel her body begin to relax again. “What
the hell,” she thought. “This beats the hell out of
getting my pussy waxed, and that had me creaming all
over the place.”
What Janet didn’t know was that Sherri is a complete
nymphomaniac. She craves sex like other people thirst
for water. This would become clear to Janet in the
coming days. But for now, she believed Sherri’s
interest in her was strictly professional.
Sherri could sense the conflict in Janet, fleeting
though it was, and knew she was going to get what she
wanted. A mischievous smile graced her lips as she
began working her way down Janet’s thighs. She took a
deep breath, enjoying the aroma of Janet’s awakening
sex. Her own body was beginning to tingle in
*** Part 3 ***
Half an hour after Janet had walked in the door, Sherri
had managed to spread oil from Janet’s neck to her
toes, and had worked her magic through her now pliant
flesh. But only on one side. It was time to turn her
“OK, Janet, how do you feel? Ready to turn over?”
“Mmmm… wonderful,” Janet responded as if in a daze.
The sheet was gone now – the heated table kept Janet
perfectly warm. She was so relaxed that without even
thinking, she rolled over onto her back, exposing her
beautiful tits to Sherri’s hungry gaze.
Sherri hadn’t noticed the rings in Janet’s nipples
before. She was enthralled by the way they sparkled in
the dim light, and the way they stood up as Janet’s
nipples puckered. Sherri let her gaze wander down and
found a navel piercing as well, a barbell with a gem
inset on one end. She stepped lightly around to the
head end of the table and began working on Janet’s
shoulders again. As Sherri’s hands did their work,
finding all the sensitive spots along Janet’s neck,
throat, and face, she studied Janet’s breasts.
“Oh… something just poked me in the eye,” said Janet,
still with her eyes closed. The knot in Sherri’s tank
top had come a little loose and was hanging lower than
before. “Oops… let me fix that,” responded Sherri.
She stepped back from the massage table and untied the
knot, then with a shrug, pulled the shirt over her head
and let it drop on the floor. Sherri was now as bare-
chested as Janet – her small boobs didn’t require a
bra. Back at the table, she began working her hands
down toward Janet’s navel.
Of course, there was only one path to get there, over
and around Janet’s luscious tits. Sherri began working
the muscles below Janet’s collar bone, then casually
shifted down to the softer flesh she coveted. Sherri
moved both hands to one breast, then cupping with one
hand and pressing with the other, she elicited a gasp
from Janet. “Too hard?”.
“No. It feels good – I just… wasn’t expecting that,”
“Oh, we like to pull out all the stops here,” said
Sherri. “But if it bothers you…”
“NO! I mean, no, keep going. I like it.” Janet was
blushing again. She loved to have her tits played with.
Sherri took that as permission to become a bit more
forward. Her touch transitioned from the****utic
massage to one of erotic caress. She kneaded Janet’s
large tits, pinched and pulled the nipples, and even
gently tugged on her rings. Then at last, she bent
forward over Janet’s head, and brought her lips and
tongue down to one super puckered nipple.
Janet arched her back as Sherri sucked the pierced
nipple into her mouth and began to nurse. She switched
back and forth between Janet’s tits, only vaguely aware
that her own erect buds were brushing against Janet’s
face. At one point, with her mouth open in a silent cry
of delight, Janet’s mouth was filled with one of
Sherri’s small tits. Her tongue circled around the
hard, pink nipple, and Sherri moaned in appreciation.
Janet writhed around on the table, electrified. The
sensations Sherri was producing in her heaving breasts
were sending jolts down her body, causing her pussy to
tingle and spasm. She could feel the dampness there,
soaking through her wispy thong. “I really should put a
stop to this,” she thought to herself. “But it feels so
good.” A wave of guilt washed over her. “Oh my God,
what will Danny think?”
Sherri’s talented lips and tongue brushed the guilt
aside, leaving a smoldering lust glowing inside Janet’s
heart. “Fuck it… he’s always said he’d like to see me
with another woman…. Besides, compared to fucking
Lucky, this is pretty tame.”
Sherri sensed the last of Janet’s reluctance fade away.
“Janet, you have fantastic tits! I just love your
nipple rings; they’re soooo sexy!” While her hands
continued to tweak and tease Janet’s nipples, she
stepped around to the side of the table. Again she bent
down and took a nipple in her mouth, but this time she
let a hand wander down Janet’s tummy, past her pierced
navel, to find the edge of her thong.
She traced along the thin elastic band, toward the
crease that marks the line where Janet’s torso ends and
her leg begins. Her touch became feather soft, giving a
tickle. Janet gasped, giggled, and drew her knee up to
protect the sensitive spot, exactly what Sherri wanted.
When Janet’s leg rose up, Sherri snaked her hand around
to the inside of her thigh, then gently pushed,
rotating the hip outward, exposing Janet’s damp crotch.
Then she let her hand glide up the smooth thigh until
it made contact with the fabric shielding Janet’s cunt
from direct contact. Sherri began stroking the object
of her desire through the sheer material. Before long,
she could feed Janet grinding against her hand.
Sherri’s own panties were positively soaked and they
were both panting. The seduction was going better than
Authors note: At this point in our story, things get a
little confused. When I pressed for details, Janet
declared quite indignantly that she wasn’t keeping a
running log of events for posterity. Hope you don’t
mind, but I’ve taken some creative license with the
next bits to keep the story flowing. Otherwise it would
go something like: Time stood still, Janet came
explosively then drove home, the end.
*** Part 4 ***
As Sherri worked Janet’s nipples with her mouth, and
her hand along Janet’s panty clad pussy, she noticed
that there was something unusual about the shapes she
felt beneath the thin material. She had expected to
feel the outline of soft lips, the cleft between them
marking the path to a yielding depression that was her
dripping hole. Perhaps the springiness of curly pubic
hair. But there was more – two small lumps, barely
Sherri pulled her hand back up to the top of Janet’s
thong, and then let her fingers snake down underneath.
Janet, anticipating what was to come, squirmed
impatiently. Sherri pulled her mouth away from the
pierced nipple, pulling the ring with her tongue. Then
she laughed and said, “You like that, don’t you. You
can’t wait to give me your pussy, I can tell.” Then she
attacked the other nipple, causing Janet to gasp, and
arch her back. A long moan sang from her half open
The hand, seemingly of its own accord, slithered
through Janet’s sparse patch of pubic hair.
She wasn’t bald – she’d given that up ages ago,
preferring to have hair to buffer her sensitive clit.
(Now, when she ground her pussy on her husband’s hard
cock, her engorged clit would glide along his pubic
bone instead of dragging. This was much more sensual,
causing her stronger, longer orgasms.) Nor was her hair
curly. Instead, it lay rather flat, with the grain
flowing to a point at her clit, giving her a bush a
sexy sleekness that said, “Rub me, lick me, fuck me,
Sherri’s hand followed the hairs’ direction to the
first wrinkle of pussy flesh, the thin skin of woman’s
hood. This first contact made Janet cry out. Her pelvis
rocked up to meet her pussy’s new friend and the
fingers slid down the slippery slope of her drooling
Sherri splayed her fingers, allowing her middle finger
to slide between Janet’s pussy lips while her index and
ring fingers slid down the outside, trapping the
slippery lips in the spaces between. Sherri gently
pulled; stretching Janet’s lips while letting them
slowly slip between her fingers until she felt
something smooth and rigid. Then she understood the
unusual lumps. “Janet, your pussy lips are pierced too!
Oh my God, you must really love sex!”
With that, she pressed the ball of her hand to Janet’s
clit, and tugged a little harder on the rings, and
Janet came violently. She screamed and thrashed about
on the table. Her hands grabbed the back of Sherri’s
head and pulled her tight to her shuddering breast. Her
hips bucked up and back, as if the table itself was
shocking her electrically. These wild gyrations caused
Sherri’s hand to alternately press on her clit and pull
on her lips, prolonging her incredible climax.
Finally, she calmed down enough to release Sherri from
her grasp, then reach down and push the hand from her
twitching pussy. Her cunt juice formed a small pool on
the table and her body was covered in a film of
perspiration. Sherri stepped back, admiring her work,
sucking Janet’s cum from her fingers, one hand tweaking
her own nipples in turn.
With a big sigh, Janet’s body relaxed all at once, like
someone had flipped the off switch. Her head lolled to
the side, facing Sherri. Their eyes met; Janet’s
dreamy, post-orgasmic smile was returned by Sherri’s
victory grin. Sherri giggled. “If you think that was
good, just wait ’til I eat you out. You will lose your
Now Janet giggled. “You’re gonna have to let me recover
As her mind cleared, Janet realized where she was. Her
smile evaporated, and her face turned crimson. She
thought, “This is a place of business! And I’ve been
howling like a woman possessed! The whole place must
know what just happened in here!”
“I’ve got to go!” Janet blurted.
Her pussy made a squelching noise as she got off the
table. She hurried over to the chair and pulled the
dress over her head, inadvertently knocking her bra to
the floor out of view. Her feet slid into the sandals.
Then on impulse, she turned to Sherri, stepped over and
gave her a quick kiss. “Thank you”, she said.
She dropped the gift-certificate and a fifty dollar
bill on the chair as she rushed from the room.
Sherri stood there, a bemused look on her face,
watching the door close behind Janet. She chuckled.
“Damn, talk about hot! I have got to get me some more
of that!” she exclaimed to herself.
Sherri began to clean up the room. The sheet went into
the hamper, the oils placed in a small cabinet by the
sink. She sprayed the table with cleanser, and wiped it
down with a towel, cleaning off the oil, sweat, and
Satisfied that the room was ready for the next session,
Sherri went to collect her shirt. As she bent to pick
it up from where she’d let it fall to the floor,
something under the chair caught her eye. She grabbed
up her shirt, slipped it back over her head, and
knotted it below her breasts again. Once dressed, she
stepped to the chair, moved it aside, and collected the
object from the floor.
In her hands was a bra, a 36DD that matched Janet’s
thong. She grinned fiercely, her eyes twinkling. I
think I’ve just found my good deed for the day. Surely
Janet will be wanting this back – I’ll just have to
deliver it myself. With that, she blew out the candles,
and left the room; she headed for the small business
office. Once there, she looked up the address that
Danny had left when he bought the gift-certificate. She
scrawled it down on a post-it and headed out to her
car, the trophy bra still in her hand.
*** To be continued… ***