“It’s all very seasonal,” she said, “I’ve even got the Christmas massage, now”

I laughed, “no, you mean the Christmas MESSAGE”

She was stood in front of me, wearing a full length silk dressing gown.

Nothing else, she was naked, beneath it.

“No, I know what I mean,” she said. “It’s definitely the Christmas massage”

The belt held her gown at the waist, I could see her cleavage, her legs, all it would take was a tug at the belt, and I could feast my eyes on the rest of her sexy body.

“I don’t know, what you’re talking about “ I replied.

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll show you” she said, huskily.

Ooh, I thought, this sounds like fun, she’s going to give me a sexy massage.

She had that look, you know the one they get, the “do you want to fuck me” look.

She smelt gorgeous, her make up and hair, not over done, perfect. But considering we weren’t going anywhere….

The house was dressed beautifully for Christmas, log fire, candles.

She opened a bottle of champagne, and I got a very sexy kiss when she gave me a glass.

There’s something undeniably erotic about a woman in underwear undoing a bottle of champagne.

My cock was straining against the soft silk of my pyjamas.

She looked down at my bulging pjs, smirking at my arousal.

Ding Dong….. the door bell sounded.

“For fucks sake, who’s that” I growled.

“ I’ll go” she said.

I heard murmured words, then the door closing.

“Go in, we’re in here”

What The Fuck…my cock was shrivelling quickly.

“Darling, this is Markus, he’s come to deliver the Christmas massage “

A very fit looking guy came forward, hand out stretched. “Hi, I’m Markus”

In his other hand, as if it weighed nothing, was a folded massage table.

I looked at my wife, inquisitively.

“He’s a massuer, darling, it’s what I was trying to tell you, about a Christmas massage”

“Oh, how lovely “ I said, “in what room are you going to massage me” I asked, innocently.

“She chuckled, sexily. “He’s not here to massage you, he’s here for me”

Meanwhile, Markus was setting up his table, he seemed to know his way about.

Had he been here, before, I thought, fleetingly.

He went out of the room, I was treated to a proper full on kiss from my wife.

The sensation went straight to my cock.

She reached down and stroked my growing erection…”naughty” she squeezed

I was aware of Markus being back in the room.

I couldn’t see what he was doing, as my wife was kissing me, yet again.

Hand in my pjs, sensuously touching my dick, I was getting very aroused.

“The table is ready now” he did have a sexy voice.

She gave my cock another squeeze as she turned, her gown fell from her shoulders, she was naked, facing the massuer…

But even more surprising than that, he was stark bollock naked too.

“What….” I stammered..

He walked forward holding out a hand to her.

She took his hand and he helped her to the table, gracefully she lay face down upon it.

“If I was you, sir” he said, in his sexy drawl, “sit down and make yourself comfortable, it’s a full body treatment that madam is getting today, which will take some time “

His cock hung thickly between his muscled thighs.

He was completely waxed and his skin looked oiled.

“Put some music on, darling “ she mumbled “something smooth”

We had a playlist for sexy occasions, so I pressed the right button.

Marvin Gaye started to encourage them “Let’s Get it On” he crooned.

Markus started with her feet, her ankles. He was a proper massuer.

If they hadn’t have been naked, it would’ve been normal.

I watched mesmerised as one of his hands held her ankle, and the other massaged her calves firmly.

He repeated the treatment on her other leg, moving to her side, he started massaging her thighs.

Her legs parted, as if by magic. She sighed appreciatively.

His cock was looking thicker, now.

He came round the other side, after firm manipulation, on that thigh, he started on her buttocks.

Her skin, where he’d massaged, was covered with a film of erotically perfumed oil.

He was trickling the warmed oil, it was in some sort of heated holder, down the crack of her sexy arse.

As he manipulated her muscles, his fingers were slipping down the crack of her bum. She was raising her arse to his touch. Her legs opened a bit more.

When he moved round to the opposite side, I could see his cock had stiffened appreciatively.

I thought it was just the obvious pleasure from what he was doing, but then I saw my wife’s hand, which was down by her sides, she was wrapping her fingers around his cock. She was rubbing and squeezing it.

It reared up in appreciation.

I stood to watch. My wife, naked, slowly getting oiled by a naked man, whose cock was bigger than mine.

He was at her back and shoulders now.

She couldn’t reach his cock, but it was still pointing up.

He moved to the end of the massage table, deep tissue massaging her neck and shoulders.

Her head came up, and she was licking his erection, which was hanging down, but still full and hard.

Her tongue licked it from the tip up to his groin.

I sat back down as he seemingly flipped her onto her back.

As he did, a pillow from somewhere, appeared and he put it under her head.

She looked over at me, so sexily. I had my pj bottoms off, slowly rubbing my prick

“You’re going to give me that cock, in a bit” looking directly at it, and what I was doing

You know the rules DO NOT CUM” I stopped wanking immediately.

Markus was back at her feet, holding one, oiling the front of her legs now.

First right, then left.

He was at the front of her thighs, now. Her legs opened.

Her mound of Venus, completely smooth and hairless. Her lips, moist, open, inviting.

I stood opposite him, watching as he massaged her thigh, his fingers just touching her fanny lips, briefly.

She sighed each time, and was once again holding his cock, slowly rubbing its full length.

As he teased her, she let her finger tips touch his taught balls.

He seemed to be ignoring her touch, but his cock told a different story.

A thick teardrop of pre-cum oozed from his engorged helmet.

He was manipulating her belly now. She was breathing deeply, breathless arousal.

Both of his hands were working in tandem.

He went from her mound to her breasts, slightly pinching her nipples.

His fingers applied pressure to her belly, over her pubic mound.

Her hips rose to meet his touch.

Her legs spread, his fingers met at her slit. He opened her, lent forward and breathed on her open cunt.

“Oh fucking hell…..yessssss” She was moist, gaping, I could see her arousal.

She was sighing as his hands moved up across her belly, cupping her breasts.

He bent and took a nipple in his mouth and she cried out as he gently bit it.

One hand was back at her cunt.

Again, her hips came up to meet his touch.

Once more , she cried out as his fingers slid inside her.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh that’s so nice….oh fuck oh fuck..”

He was gently finger fucking her now.

The whole of his hand covered her mound of Venus, his fingers in her, I knew he’d found the spot.

He stood up from sucking her breast, but his hand worked her breasts, as his fingers manipulated her g spot and clit.

“Oh god this is so nice, oh god, oh god……oh look at what he’s doing to me” she said turning to look at me.

“Look how big his cock is, too” She was frantically wanking him, no wonder it was so big..

Pre cum was lubricating his shaft as she rubbed it.

He looked at me as he started bringing her to an orgasm.

“I think your wife will be cumming soon” he growled.

Wordlessly we watched as she screamed out in ecstasy, her orgasm on cue.

She was arching her back as she came, it seemed almost painfully, her legs drumming on the table.

Before she stopped shuddering and he did his flipping movement again, and she was now bent across the table..

“Fuck her” he commanded me.

I didn’t need telling twice.

I stood behind her, he grabbed my cock and pulled it to her pulsating cunt.

“OH FUCKING HELL” she cried out.. as he slid it in and I pushed it home.

“Oh yesss.. fuck me, fuck me… give me your cum”

I was gripping her oiled hips, thrusting, fucking, insane with lust.

“I’m gonna cum, you bitch” I cried out

“Oh yes, yes, yes….give me your spunk, pleeeaaassee”

She was wanking his cock frantically.

And I pumped jet after jet of cum into her.

His cock erupted and thick streams of spunk ejaculated over both of us.

She slumped across the massage table…

With a moist wipe. Then her cleaned his cum from her body.

Eventually my wife could stand.

Markus cleared his equipment away.

“Merry Christmas “ he said to both of us.

“Usual time, next week “ he said to my wife.

I looked at her..

She smiled at me..

“Yes please Markus” she said, “but it’ll be just you and me, as usual “

He was gone, she was still naked.

She kissed me.

My cock stirred once more.

“Merry Christmas, darling. That was my Christmas massage.”

Reacting down she grasped my hardening cock.

“Now, what would you like me to do with this cracker, shall I pull it”