My girlfriend and I have been living together for about two years now. She’s 29, Romanian and very pretty, blonde, size 10, with nice pert C cup breasts. All my mates fancy her and she's very flirtatious, always wearing strappy tops and little dresses.
Our sex life has always been fantastic; she does anything for me and her blow jobs are the best ever. She’s a noisy fuck but I’m never in any doubt that she’s come.
About a year ago, she did a course in therapeutic massage, not because we needed the money, but because she wanted to challenge herself, and because she wanted to meet other people. All was good.
Since passing, and forking out for all the kit, she now makes a bit of money doing massages for friends, family, and clients responding to adverts she places and the local sports clubs. The massages are done at home and I have to make myself scarce whilst she’s doing them, to keep things professional.
We’ve had a conversation before about half naked men in the house – and she does tend to only wear cotton shorts and vest tops, rarely with a bra as she’s so pert – and she assured me that she’s in another zone when she’s massaging, not at all sexually interested in the body underneath her.
I got home rather late last night, as I’d had to visit my mothers in Manchester for her birthday on the way home. When I arrived, my girlfriend was lying on the sofa watching tv; nothing unusual there.
I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down next to her. She had her pyjamas on and looked beautiful as I stroked her hair.
It wasn’t long before I wanted more, and I began to caress her breasts and slide my hand down the back of her pyjama bottoms, but she pushed me away, saying she was tired.
I accepted this immediately, as we are both very busy people, but then she began to get tearful.
She told me that she’d had a client earlier that evening, a professional man called James. He’d been a regular for a couple of months now, recovering from a rugby injury, and he’d called up on the off-chance of a session.
She said that the massage went well and that she had not intended what followed.
Towards the end of the massage, he turned over and she noticed an obvious erection. Against everything she has said to me in the past, she stroked past it, just a little, but enough to send out a signal. She said that he then exposed his cock and began to wank, saying that its her fault for wearing such revealing clothes. She nervously laughed and told him to stop, but he began to grope her tits and telling her to suck him.
I didn’t know where this was going. Did she then tell him to stop, and he left, or did she give in? I felt sick
She said that she began to wank his cock, a nice size, but nothing huge. She told me that he had a fabulous physique and that she began to get turned on. She told me that she had intended to wank him off and then to kick him out, but things went further.
She began to suck him, although she didn’t like it when he grabbed her hair and began fucking her face, calling her a slut. He pulled at her top, exposing her tits, and told her to take it off. He then made her take her shorts off and began to finger her shaved pussy as she sucked him.
Then he sat up and told her to lie on her back on the sofa – exactly where we were now sat.
She said she had never intended to fuck him, but the moment his cock entered her, she couldn’t say no. He held her legs wide open as he watched his rigid dick fucking my missus. She said that his strokes were a mixture of fast and slow, as he was just pleasing himself with her body. She even let him film them on his mobile phone – no doubt that’s doing the rounds at the rugby club.
He fucked her hard and grabbed her upper arms, pushing them above her head. She said he was the best fuck she had ever had, but that it was me she loved.
She said that he kept calling her names, like slut and slag, and that he’d always wanted to fuck her since his first massage, and that he knew he would when the opportunity was there. She says she came loudly, screaming for him to come in her cunt. He did come inside her, then made her suck his bareback, spunk covered cock.
I couldn’t get the image of them out of my head, in our house, on our sofa. I was angry, but incredibly turned on. I told her I didn’t believe her, and that it was just a game to see how I reacted. Then she grabbed my hand and placed it on her unwashed pussy.
She’d been fucked, all right. She was still wet through, with his spunk inside her. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I undid my belt and pulled down my trousers and boxer shorts. I still had my shirt and tie on, but I fucked her, taking her completely by surprise.
I bit her tits and made her tell me how good he was. I made her tell me that she loved him fucking her, and I came very quickly.
She took this fuck as some sort of acceptance of what she’d done, and then it all came out, about her fucking my friends, and even my brother, all after – or during – a massage.
I’m not sure what to do now. Last night’s fuck was fantastic, but I don’t want to share her.
I’ll let you know.
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(based on 6 rating(s))Posted: Wednesday 14 May 2008
