Jennifer massage inspired by og_tenforward
Hi this tale was inspired by og_tenforward of fetlife, i have such a crush on her.
anyway hope you enjoy it.
xxxx
"Jennifer," her husband Mark said with a smirk, "I've got a surprise for you."
Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she turned to him, her blond hair cascading over the pillow. "What is it, baby?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.
"You'll find out in the morning," he replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead before heading to the balcony of their hotel room. The warm tropical sun was already peeking over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the ocean.
The next day, the door to their suite opened and in walked Fiona, a young brunette masseuse in a bright, short dress that reminded Jennifer of old star trek uniforms. "Good morning," she chirped, pushing the room service cart in.
"Oh, this is it," Mark exclaimed, beaming. "Your surprise, honey."
Jennifer sat up in bed, her heart racing with excitement. She had been craving a massage all week. "Perfect," she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise.
Fiona set up her table and oils, glancing at Mark who was still sitting in the chair by the bed. "It's okay if he stays, right?" she asked, a bit unsure.
Jennifer nodded eagerly, already feeling the tension in her body melt away at the thought of Fiona's hands on her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her summer dress falling to the floor.
Her husband's eyes widened as he took in her naked form. "You don't need a towel?" he asked, his voice strained.
"I'd prefer not," she said with a wink, climbing onto the massage table.
Fiona's eyes flickered with surprise, but she said nothing as she began to warm up the oil, her mind racing.
The sound of the oil being poured onto her skin was like music to Jennifer's ears. She felt Fiona's cool hands touch her back, and she inhaled sharply.
"Just relax," Fiona murmured, starting to massage her shoulders.
Jennifer felt her body respond to the gentle pressure, her skin tingling with each stroke. She could feel Mark's gaze on her, and it only added to her excitement.
Fiona's fingers danced down her spine, making their way to the small of her back. She applied just enough pressure to make Jennifer gasp, and Mark leaned in closer, watching intently.
The room was filled with the scent of the exotic oils and the faint sound of the ocean outside, a stark contrast to the tension building inside.
Jennifer felt a thrill run through her as Fiona's hands moved lower, dangerously close to her bottom. She knew Mark was enjoying the show, his eyes never leaving her body.
Fiona paused for a moment, her hands hovering over the bare skin. "Is this okay?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.
Jennifer looked over her shoulder at Mark, who nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, it's more than okay," she purred. "Just do what feels natural."
And with that, Fiona's hands began to explore further, sliding over the curves of her body, and the real surprise of the morning was about to begin.
Fiona's hand run up Jennifers back eliciting a moan of pleasure.
Her eyes half-closed, Jennifer felt a boldness growing inside her. She noticed her hand was resting just beside Fiona's toned, bare leg. In a slow, deliberate move, she reached out and let her fingertips graze the warm skin.
Fiona's breath hitched at the contact, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she applied more pressure to the massage, her strokes growing more sensual.
Jennifer took this as an invitation, and she allowed her hand to slide further up Fiona's leg, her touch growing bolder. The masseuse's skin was smooth, and the heat from her thigh seemed to radiate through her own hand.
Fiona's strokes grew more erratic as she struggled to maintain her composure. Mark's gaze shifted from his wife's body to the masseuse's, watching the exchange with growing interest.
He couldn't help but notice his own arousal, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. The sight of his wife's bare skin under Fiona's touch was driving him wild. He leaned back in his chair, trying to get more comfortable, his hand casually resting on the bulge in his lap.
Jennifer's hand had reached Fiona's thigh, and she could feel the muscle tighten beneath her touch. She glanced back at Mark, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He nodded almost imperceptibly, urging her on.
Fiona, now acutely aware of the hand on her leg, paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. She could see the desire in Jennifer's eyes, and she noticed the clear evidence of her arousal: her pussy glistening with excitement, leaving a damp trail on the massage table. Taking a deep breath, she made her decision. She would play along.
With a slight shift, Fiona began to massage Jennifer's legs, her hands gliding up and down the smooth, toned limbs. She heard the soft moans escaping Jennifer's lips with every touch and couldn't help but feel a thrill of her own. The sound of Mark unzipping his pants filled the air as he started to stroke himself, the sight of his wife with another woman pushing him over the edge.
Allowing her hand to wander higher and higher up Jennifer's leg, Fiona's fingertips grazed the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The moans grew louder, and the tension in the room thickened. She knew she was crossing a line, but the excitement was too much to resist.
When Fiona's hand reached the juncture of Jennifer's thighs, she felt the heat of her sex against her palm. She hesitated for a split second before giving in to the urge to explore further. Her heart raced as she gently parted the folds of skin, her fingertips sliding into the wetness that awaited her.
Jennifer's body arched off the table, her eyes flying open to lock onto Mark's. The pleasure was intense, and she reveled in the feeling of being watched, the forbiddenness of the situation making it all the more exhilarating.
Fiona's movements grew more deliberate as she felt the slickness of Jennifer's pussy. She had never been with a client before but something about this moment felt right. She began to circle the engorged clit, feeling it swell beneath her touch.
The moans grew louder, and Mark stood up, his cock in his hand as he stepped closer to the table. The sight of his wife being pleasured by another woman was unlike anything he had ever seen, and he couldn't contain his own need anymore.
Without a word, he offered his erection to Jennifer, and she eagerly took it in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She sucked and licked him with an enthusiasm that spoke of years of pent-up desire, and the sound of her wet mouth on his cock mingled with the slick noises coming from her pussy.
Fiona watched, her own arousal growing as she felt the power of the moment. She had never been in such a situation, but she found herself drawn to it, her hand moving faster and more confidently. She leaned in and whispered in Jennifer's ear, "That's a good girl, you like that, don't you?"
Jennifer could only moan in response, the vibrations of her voice sending waves of pleasure through Mark's body. He reached out to grab Fiona's wrist, guiding her hand to show her exactly how he liked it.
Fiona took the hint and began to finger fuck Jennifer with more force, her thumb brushing against her clit in a rhythm that had the woman writhing in bliss. The room was alive with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the hotel suite.
The tension grew unbearable, and it was clear that they were all close to the brink. Mark's hips thrust in time with Fiona's strokes, and Jennifer's hand squeezed his thigh, urging him closer to release.
Her mouth was a tight, warm embrace around him, her tongue swirling and dancing in a way that no one else had ever managed. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter under Fiona's touch, and the sight of his wife's face, flushed with arousal, was almost too much to handle.
Fiona leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jennifer's ear as she whispered, "Good girl, just a little more." Mark felt his cock throb at the words, and he pushed into her mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head.
The lesbian masseuse had never been with a man before, but the power she wielded in this moment, guiding the woman she was paid to pamper to pleasure her husband, was a thrill she hadn't anticipated. Her own pussy was drenched, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to taste the saltiness of Mark's cock as it slid between Jennifer's lips.
Her own hands were a blur of motion on Jennifer's body, her fingers working in and out of her wet pussy, her thumb flicking at the sensitive nub of her clit. The noises that filled the room grew louder, more primal, as the three of them moved together in a dance of lust.
Jennifer's body was bucking against Fiona's skilled touch, her hips rising to meet every stroke, her moans echoing through the suite like a siren's call. Fiona's words of encouragement were a symphony in her ears, pushing her closer and closer to the edge she hadn't even realized she was standing on.
Fiona leaned in, her breath hot against Jennifer's skin as she whispered, "You're so beautiful, so responsive." Each word was a spark that ignited a new flame of desire within her, her body moving of its own accord to meet the rhythm set by the masseuse's hands.
Mark's hand tightened on the table, his hips jerking as he neared climax. The sight of his wife, lost in the throes of pleasure at the hands of another woman, was more than he could handle. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with need.
And then it hit her, the wave of pleasure that crashed over her like a tsunami. Her body arched off the table, her mouth releasing Mark's cock with a wet pop as she screamed her orgasm into the room. Fiona's eyes went wide as she felt the contractions of Jennifer's pussy around her fingers, the intensity of the woman's climax almost too much to handle.
Jennifer's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a quivering mess of nerves and sensation. She had never felt so alive, so alive and so utterly consumed by pleasure. And as she came down from the peak, she felt something new stir within her.
The thought of Fiona, her soft touch, her whispered words, it was all too much. She wanted more, needed more, and she knew she had to have her. She looked at her husband, his own face a mask of satisfaction and hunger, and she knew he felt the same.
With a seductive smile, she turned her gaze back to Fiona. "Your turn," she said, her voice a purr. Fiona looked at her, wide-eyed and unsure.
Jennifer slid off the massage table, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She approached Fiona, her hands sliding over the masseuse's shoulders. "You've been so good to me," she murmured. "Now, let me return the favor."
anyway hope you enjoy it.
xxxx
"Jennifer," her husband Mark said with a smirk, "I've got a surprise for you."
Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she turned to him, her blond hair cascading over the pillow. "What is it, baby?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep.
"You'll find out in the morning," he replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead before heading to the balcony of their hotel room. The warm tropical sun was already peeking over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the ocean.
The next day, the door to their suite opened and in walked Fiona, a young brunette masseuse in a bright, short dress that reminded Jennifer of old star trek uniforms. "Good morning," she chirped, pushing the room service cart in.
"Oh, this is it," Mark exclaimed, beaming. "Your surprise, honey."
Jennifer sat up in bed, her heart racing with excitement. She had been craving a massage all week. "Perfect," she said, her voice a mix of pleasure and surprise.
Fiona set up her table and oils, glancing at Mark who was still sitting in the chair by the bed. "It's okay if he stays, right?" she asked, a bit unsure.
Jennifer nodded eagerly, already feeling the tension in her body melt away at the thought of Fiona's hands on her. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her summer dress falling to the floor.
Her husband's eyes widened as he took in her naked form. "You don't need a towel?" he asked, his voice strained.
"I'd prefer not," she said with a wink, climbing onto the massage table.
Fiona's eyes flickered with surprise, but she said nothing as she began to warm up the oil, her mind racing.
The sound of the oil being poured onto her skin was like music to Jennifer's ears. She felt Fiona's cool hands touch her back, and she inhaled sharply.
"Just relax," Fiona murmured, starting to massage her shoulders.
Jennifer felt her body respond to the gentle pressure, her skin tingling with each stroke. She could feel Mark's gaze on her, and it only added to her excitement.
Fiona's fingers danced down her spine, making their way to the small of her back. She applied just enough pressure to make Jennifer gasp, and Mark leaned in closer, watching intently.
The room was filled with the scent of the exotic oils and the faint sound of the ocean outside, a stark contrast to the tension building inside.
Jennifer felt a thrill run through her as Fiona's hands moved lower, dangerously close to her bottom. She knew Mark was enjoying the show, his eyes never leaving her body.
Fiona paused for a moment, her hands hovering over the bare skin. "Is this okay?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.
Jennifer looked over her shoulder at Mark, who nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, it's more than okay," she purred. "Just do what feels natural."
And with that, Fiona's hands began to explore further, sliding over the curves of her body, and the real surprise of the morning was about to begin.
Fiona's hand run up Jennifers back eliciting a moan of pleasure.
Her eyes half-closed, Jennifer felt a boldness growing inside her. She noticed her hand was resting just beside Fiona's toned, bare leg. In a slow, deliberate move, she reached out and let her fingertips graze the warm skin.
Fiona's breath hitched at the contact, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she applied more pressure to the massage, her strokes growing more sensual.
Jennifer took this as an invitation, and she allowed her hand to slide further up Fiona's leg, her touch growing bolder. The masseuse's skin was smooth, and the heat from her thigh seemed to radiate through her own hand.
Fiona's strokes grew more erratic as she struggled to maintain her composure. Mark's gaze shifted from his wife's body to the masseuse's, watching the exchange with growing interest.
He couldn't help but notice his own arousal, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. The sight of his wife's bare skin under Fiona's touch was driving him wild. He leaned back in his chair, trying to get more comfortable, his hand casually resting on the bulge in his lap.
Jennifer's hand had reached Fiona's thigh, and she could feel the muscle tighten beneath her touch. She glanced back at Mark, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He nodded almost imperceptibly, urging her on.
Fiona, now acutely aware of the hand on her leg, paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. She could see the desire in Jennifer's eyes, and she noticed the clear evidence of her arousal: her pussy glistening with excitement, leaving a damp trail on the massage table. Taking a deep breath, she made her decision. She would play along.
With a slight shift, Fiona began to massage Jennifer's legs, her hands gliding up and down the smooth, toned limbs. She heard the soft moans escaping Jennifer's lips with every touch and couldn't help but feel a thrill of her own. The sound of Mark unzipping his pants filled the air as he started to stroke himself, the sight of his wife with another woman pushing him over the edge.
Allowing her hand to wander higher and higher up Jennifer's leg, Fiona's fingertips grazed the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The moans grew louder, and the tension in the room thickened. She knew she was crossing a line, but the excitement was too much to resist.
When Fiona's hand reached the juncture of Jennifer's thighs, she felt the heat of her sex against her palm. She hesitated for a split second before giving in to the urge to explore further. Her heart raced as she gently parted the folds of skin, her fingertips sliding into the wetness that awaited her.
Jennifer's body arched off the table, her eyes flying open to lock onto Mark's. The pleasure was intense, and she reveled in the feeling of being watched, the forbiddenness of the situation making it all the more exhilarating.
Fiona's movements grew more deliberate as she felt the slickness of Jennifer's pussy. She had never been with a client before but something about this moment felt right. She began to circle the engorged clit, feeling it swell beneath her touch.
The moans grew louder, and Mark stood up, his cock in his hand as he stepped closer to the table. The sight of his wife being pleasured by another woman was unlike anything he had ever seen, and he couldn't contain his own need anymore.
Without a word, he offered his erection to Jennifer, and she eagerly took it in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She sucked and licked him with an enthusiasm that spoke of years of pent-up desire, and the sound of her wet mouth on his cock mingled with the slick noises coming from her pussy.
Fiona watched, her own arousal growing as she felt the power of the moment. She had never been in such a situation, but she found herself drawn to it, her hand moving faster and more confidently. She leaned in and whispered in Jennifer's ear, "That's a good girl, you like that, don't you?"
Jennifer could only moan in response, the vibrations of her voice sending waves of pleasure through Mark's body. He reached out to grab Fiona's wrist, guiding her hand to show her exactly how he liked it.
Fiona took the hint and began to finger fuck Jennifer with more force, her thumb brushing against her clit in a rhythm that had the woman writhing in bliss. The room was alive with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the hotel suite.
The tension grew unbearable, and it was clear that they were all close to the brink. Mark's hips thrust in time with Fiona's strokes, and Jennifer's hand squeezed his thigh, urging him closer to release.
Her mouth was a tight, warm embrace around him, her tongue swirling and dancing in a way that no one else had ever managed. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter under Fiona's touch, and the sight of his wife's face, flushed with arousal, was almost too much to handle.
Fiona leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jennifer's ear as she whispered, "Good girl, just a little more." Mark felt his cock throb at the words, and he pushed into her mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head.
The lesbian masseuse had never been with a man before, but the power she wielded in this moment, guiding the woman she was paid to pamper to pleasure her husband, was a thrill she hadn't anticipated. Her own pussy was drenched, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to taste the saltiness of Mark's cock as it slid between Jennifer's lips.
Her own hands were a blur of motion on Jennifer's body, her fingers working in and out of her wet pussy, her thumb flicking at the sensitive nub of her clit. The noises that filled the room grew louder, more primal, as the three of them moved together in a dance of lust.
Jennifer's body was bucking against Fiona's skilled touch, her hips rising to meet every stroke, her moans echoing through the suite like a siren's call. Fiona's words of encouragement were a symphony in her ears, pushing her closer and closer to the edge she hadn't even realized she was standing on.
Fiona leaned in, her breath hot against Jennifer's skin as she whispered, "You're so beautiful, so responsive." Each word was a spark that ignited a new flame of desire within her, her body moving of its own accord to meet the rhythm set by the masseuse's hands.
Mark's hand tightened on the table, his hips jerking as he neared climax. The sight of his wife, lost in the throes of pleasure at the hands of another woman, was more than he could handle. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice thick with need.
And then it hit her, the wave of pleasure that crashed over her like a tsunami. Her body arched off the table, her mouth releasing Mark's cock with a wet pop as she screamed her orgasm into the room. Fiona's eyes went wide as she felt the contractions of Jennifer's pussy around her fingers, the intensity of the woman's climax almost too much to handle.
Jennifer's eyes rolled back in her head, her body a quivering mess of nerves and sensation. She had never felt so alive, so alive and so utterly consumed by pleasure. And as she came down from the peak, she felt something new stir within her.
The thought of Fiona, her soft touch, her whispered words, it was all too much. She wanted more, needed more, and she knew she had to have her. She looked at her husband, his own face a mask of satisfaction and hunger, and she knew he felt the same.
With a seductive smile, she turned her gaze back to Fiona. "Your turn," she said, her voice a purr. Fiona looked at her, wide-eyed and unsure.
Jennifer slid off the massage table, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She approached Fiona, her hands sliding over the masseuse's shoulders. "You've been so good to me," she murmured. "Now, let me return the favor."
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