THE CHAMPAGNE ROOM SEX ADVENTURE
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the naughty sexual experience I’m about describe to you actually happened, but believe me, it really did.
It was kind of a special day -- my birthday -- and my wife was taking me out for dinner. The two of us were in a desperate need of a night out together, both working long hours at our jobs lately and not spending nearly as much time together as we used to.
It also happened to be a Friday, our favorite day of the week, and we were both in the best of moods. Laughing and chatting like we haven’t in a while, we opened a bottle of wine and drank most of its contents before we even left the house.
I somehow knew this night was going to be extra special. I just felt it in my bones.
The steak house my wife picked for our special night out together was a very cool place, cozy and romantic; our steaks cooked to perfection. The Californian red our waiter recommended was one of the best tasting wines we had in quite some time, so we ordered a second bottle as soon as the first one was all gone. We were slowly getting drunk.
Before I go on with my story, I have to tell you a little secret about my wife and her unusual relationship with wine. A little bit of it makes her happy and fun, but a lot of it turns her into a shameless whore. This wonderful wife-to-whore transformation does not take place very often as my wife tries to be a responsible drinker but when it does -- believe me -- I am the luckiest man on the planet.
The last time was at her best friend’s wedding reception, a couple of years ago. She definitely had too much to drink on that particular night. Snaked her hand under the table and used the long table cloth draped over top of it to conceal the fact that she was massaging my horny cock right through dinner.
After main course, we were served a chocolate mousse for dessert. Pink raspberry on top, the mousse looked and smelled divine. But my wife didn't seem pleased with her dessert and kept poking at the soft chocolate pile with her fork. "What's wrong?" I kept asking her but she wouldn't say.
Few minutes later, pouty expression on her face, she finally turned to me and quietly whispered into my ear: “I think this dessert needs a little more cream.” She reached under the table and squeezed my cock real hard to make sure that I knew exactly what type of cream she was talking about.
“Watch this,” she said.
She spread her lips, and using her dessert fork, stuffed a large blob of the chocolate mousse inside of her mouth. Barely able to speak through the soft mass filling the cavity of her mouth, she quietly mumbled into my ear, “I’m not swallowing any of my dessert until you make it nice and creamy for me.”
I was in a bit of a shock to hear my wife say a thing like that. She was normally so proper and well behaved. I was confused too. Did she really mean what I thought she meant?
Before I got the chance to analyze the meaning behind my wife's naughty words, she suddenly grabbed me by the hand, and with surprising strength, pulled me away from our table and led me out the door of the reception hall. I guess I was just about to find out what she had in store for me. Her cheeks looked so awkward as she walked in front of me -- round and puffy from the chocolate mousse she refused to swallow until I creamed it for her.
Just a few minutes later, we were in a secluded area of the reception hall's parking lot, standing behind an enormous SUV. I leaned against the side of the vehicle and dropped my pants to the ground, my penis hard as a rod, anxious to satisfy my wife's desires and abundantly spray my cream into her mouth.
She needed to work for it though. And she did. Down on her knees -- her pantyhose ripping against the rough asphalt beneath us -- my wife proceeded to suck on my cock like there was no tomorrow, little bits of half-melted chocolate mousse spilling out of the corners of her mouth as she did it. This, by far, was the best blow job of my entire life -- the inside of my wife’s messy mouth feeling so wonderfully warm and sticky to my cock...
When I was close to my orgasm, I steadied her head with my hands and proceeded to fuck her mouth hard and fast, my ass rhythmically banging against the passenger's door of the SUV just behind me. The big moment arrived at last. “Here’s your cream baby,” I screamed in pleasure as my cum massively squirted into my wife's mouth. And that's when she finally swallowed her dessert.
But that happened such a long time ago though with nothing even close in its erotic intensity to occur between us since. I was slowly losing hope in seeing the dirty-whore version of my wife ever again. But sitting across the table from her now, I could see that familiar sparkle in her eyes once again. Happy Birthday to me! I could tell that my wife was slowly turning into the very slut that had me cream her chocolate-filled mouth in a public parking lot during her best friend’s wedding reception. Hello there baby, long time no see…
I believe the large amount of wine she consumed throughout the evening was the main reason behind the naughty transformation about to take place, but other likely contributing factor was the fact that the two of us have not had sex in over a month. Just busy with our jobs and always too tired.
There was no doubt in my mind that my wife was very, very horny. Looking at her flashed cheeks, I could also tell that our regular bedroom routine(start with a little doggy, turn over for some missionary and finally jerk off and cum on her stomach) just wasn't what she had in mind for tonight. Tonight was going to be special.
I knew that my wife had something naughty on her mind, something very dirty and very specific, but had no idea what it was until she steered our conversation toward the topic of one of her girlfriends -- and more precisely -- an interesting sexual adventure that the girlfriend has recently experienced.
My wife went on to tell me that in an attempt to spice up their boring sex life, the girlfriend’s husband had taken her to a strip club where an attractive stripper lap danced for the two of them together as a couple. Apparently, the girlfriend has rated this to be the most erotic experience of her entire life.
That’s all I needed to hear. Before anything could possibly change the state of my wife’s mind at this wonderful moment in time, I quickly took care of our bill, and called us a taxi.
A short cab drive later, my wife and I arrived at Diamonds -- a popular strip club in a quiet part of our town. I knew this place from my younger days, when a visit here was the easiest way for a single guy (or a married one for that matter) to get a quality blow job for bargain of a price. Yes, it was that type of a place.
The two of us walked into the strip club holding hands, jokingly hiding our faces behind our scarves, all of a sudden feeling little awkward and weird. But as soon as we sat at a cozy table near the stage, the uneasy feeling dissipated quickly. My wife was simply infatuated with the place, mesmerized by its erotically charged ambiance. We drank wine and watched the stage, where song after song, attractive girls seductively took their clothes off to sounds of sexy music.
We liked all the strippers -- liked them a lot -- but couldn’t decide which one best suited my wife's naughty plans for the evening. But then, seemed like out of nowhere, a striking blonde materialized on stage, and as soon as we saw her, we both knew that she was the girl for us. Her name was Carmela.
There was something very different about Carmela. Pure, almost animal-like sexuality just emanated from this girl. Curvy in all the right places, Carmela also had a pair of the most spectacular breasts. A mental picture of my cock wedged in between those beautiful tits popped into my head out of nowhere and instantly perked my penis up into a half-erection.
My wife was quite impressed with Carmela too. She always said that a little lesbian lived inside of her and there she was now -- I could see her clear as day. My wife looked at Carmela with passion and sexual desire I have not seen in her eyes in years.
It wasn’t just Carmela’s sexy body, or her exquisite tits for that matter. Like I said, there was something animal-like about this girl and it definitely showed in the style of her stage performance which went well beyond sexy and erotic. Put simply, the way Carmela performed on stage was dirty and slutty to the point of almost being profane. Not that we didn’t enjoy what we saw.
She got our sex juices flowing when she stuffed her breasts inside of her mouth and sensually sucked on her nipples, both of them at the same time. At some point during her performance she got down on all her fours. Crawling backwards toward us, she backed into a dance pole positioned in the middle of stage -- her spread out pussy so close to it that it was almost touching it. Slowly rocking her hips to music, Carmela insinuated a doggy style position, the dance pole serving as a giant penis fucking her from behind.
I looked to my side and noticed a young guy sitting just a couple of tables down from us. His cock out of his pants, the guy was jerking off under the table while watching Carmela’s suggestive performance. I wasn’t surprised or shocked at all, and almost felt like doing the same thing. This was too much for any man to take.
Toward the end of her performance Carmela noticed my wife, the only female in the audience, and approached part of the stage nearing our table. She was performing just for the two of us now. Completely naked by now, she sat on the stage and spread her legs as far as they would go. This exposed the moist flesh in between her plump pussy lips. I pictured myself fucking that juicy flesh and felt my cock getting harder and stiffer the longer I thought about it.
Carmela reached toward her pussy, and using her middle finger, started to slowly massage around her clit in little circles. Then, quickly and unexpectedly, moved her finger toward the opening of her juicy cunt and stuck it deeply inside of it. Looking directly at my wife, she slid her finger in and out of her moist vagina until she experienced -- what appeared like -- a very intense orgasm.
She threw her head back and silently mouthed “Oh my god” while her body twitched and jerked with waves of her climax. Fake or real, I could not tell you… All I know, it had quite the effect on the guy masturbating nearby, who suddenly started ejaculating into a Kleenex. It did quite a number on my horny wife as well, who just sat there, her mouth wide open, watching Carmela’s orgasmic performance with pure sex and desire in her eyes.
As soon as her show was over, Carmela came to sit with us at our table. Drank wine with us and told us how much she enjoyed dancing for married couples. In fact, she loved all types of three-way erotic encounters because nothing made her hotter than an extra set of horny sex organs thrown into a sexual mix.
As if on cue, the three of us got up from our table all at the same time. We knew it was time for a more private setting now.
Carmela led the way till we arrived at a secluded, curtained off area of so-called Champagne Room located on the upper level of the club. My wife and I sat in a big, rich-looking leather chair that comfortably fit the both us. My wife sat to my left. “It’s my husband’s birthday,” she whispered into Carmela’s ear. “You need to be extra nice to him today.”
A sensual song came on and Carmela started dancing in front of us, slowly removing pieces of her sexy stripper outfit and throwing it on the floor. She had an amazing body and I enjoyed watching her graceful performance. But my wife was getting a little impatient. Wanting something more physical already, she started pushing Carmela's body toward me. Gently at first, but was getting a little aggressive as time went on finally to the point of causing the stripper to loose her balance and almost fall on top of me.
Carmela wedged one of her knees in between my legs and against my cock, and leaned her hands against the wall for support. With this sudden shift of her positioning, her body came in close proximity to mine.
Her breasts were in front of my face now and when she shook them for me, I became fully erect down below in an instant. I glanced over at my wife to make sure that she was all right with the physical changes taking place inside of my pants. After all, it was another woman’s tits that my penis was getting hard and excited about.
As if she knew what I was thinking…she brought her lips to my ear and quietly whispered: “Don’t you worry about anything baby, this is your special birthday treat.” Her eyes were cloudy and her breathing was heavy. She was aroused beyond sanity now and evidently wanted a little peep show.
To encourage me, she reached out to touch Carmela’s right breast and gently squeezed it. This switched on something wild inside the horny stripper, who suddenly started moaning in delight. Carmela arched her back, and breathing heavily, rocked her hips in an erotic back-and-forth as if she needed to get fucked real soon.
As her body shifted, Carmela’s left nipple perfectly aligned with my anxious mouth, its tip almost brushing against my lips. I well knew what I wanted to do with that nipple but hesitated, once again waiting for my wife's reassuring words.
This time my wife didn't say anything though. Instead, she brought Carmela’s right breast toward her mouth, and while looking straight into my eyes, started to sensually suck on the stripper's nipple. The message could not have been any clearer. I took a deep breath and stuffed Carmela's left nipple inside of my mouth where I could finally taste it.
This simply was the best moment of my entire life. Just imagine a pair of beautiful tits simultaneously pleasured by two hungry mouths, one belonging to you, and the other one -- to your own wife. My wife and I passionately sucked on Carmela’s nipples while looking into each other's eyes and slowly losing touch with reality.
My dick felt so large and hard inside of my pants that I had to undo my zipper and let it spring into freedom. The moment I did that, Carmela pulled away from us allowing her breasts slip out of our mouths, her nipples deliciously wet and pink. Evidently, she had another activity on her mind at the moment. She looked down at my exposed crotch and bit her lower lip at the sight of the large rod of my erect penis and my obscenely massive balls glistening in the red lighting of a nearby table lamp.
Carmela wrapped her hand around my cock and with a discrete gesture of her head invited my wife to join in. My wife eagerly followed her lead. Placed her fisted hand around my hard cock right on top of Carmela's and, by doing so, created the most wonderful two-fisted tunnel of masturbation joy.
As if on cue, the two fists started moving up and down the shaft of my cock -- squeezing, rubbing and massaging -- and providing me with the most exquisite double-fisted hand job ever performed.
When the girls French kissed in front of me, their tongues wet and anxious with desire, I thought the time has come for me to ejaculate. But the ladies shook their heads no. I swear there was a telepathic connection between them.
Carmela reached into her purse, and from inside of it, swiftly produced a shiny package. It was a condom. She handed it to my wife who ripped the package open and unrolled the condom onto my penis. Guided by my wife gentle push, Carmela planted herself onto my hard cock and begun to rhythmically ride it up and down its shaft. Deeper, faster and harder the longer she did it -- pure ecstasy in her eyes -- while my wife watched from her side of the chair and masturbated to the live porno scene unfolding right before of her eyes.
Yolanda liked to drink her wine too. Drank lot of it, in fact. Her dream was to one day open a little winery of her own. “Somewhere in the beautiful mountains of Italy,” she used to say in a dreamy voice. This was the reason she became a stripper and this was why she worked crazy hours at the club, she told me one time. It was all to make her dream come true.
"I will throw erotic wine and sex parties at my winery, and you're invited to all of them!" She used to tell me in a sexy voice after drinking too much wine.
I didn’t know it that day, but I just was about to join Yolanda in a crazy wine and sex adventure that would completely change my world. An adventure that would take the two of us unusual places and bring interesting people into our lives. An adventure that -- eventually -- would lead us to a picturesque little village in Italy. Funny how it all started with a glass of Yolanda's brand new favorite wine on my first day as a stripper.
She was sitting across from me, sipping on her wine slowly, savoring it. “Wine truly is the nectar of gods,” she said.
I tasted the wine and really liked it too.
“Wine and women have this very unique relationship,” she continued. “There is this mystical quality about wine that has the power to magnify our feminine charms and to amplify our sexual appeal. And, of course, to turn us into dirty whores when we need to be whores.”
She let out a little giggle and continued.
“You become a different…a more sensual woman while under the spell of wine. Wine is why I manage all right as a dancer.”
Manage all right as a dancer was the understatement of the century. I was well aware of Yolanda’s reputation as one of the most sought-after exotic dancers in the area.
“To make top dollars at this job, you need to do more than simply dirty dance for a horny guy hiding a half-erection in his pants. What you need is to use your charms to create a truly erotic experience. Take your horny customer on a sexual adventure. Transport him into another reality, let him escape the here and now. Even if only for a while…let him fantasize, let him imagine, become his dream woman. All while strategically transforming that half-erection in into a full-blown raging hard-on. And that’s how you make the big bucks in this biz.”
"Hmm... not sure if I have enough of feminine charm to make erotic magic in a dirty strip club." I was doubting myself out loud. Only Yolanda had that.
“Not to worry, Baby," she smiled at me seductively. "This is why Goddess of Sex Appeal gave us, dancers, wine." She dipped her index finger in her red wine and licked all around it with her tongue. I felt something pull and twitch inside of me as I watched her do that.
“Here is how you do it. Looking hot and feeling great, you strike a conversation with one of the Money Prospects sitting at Erotica's fabulous bar, and you order yourself a glass of Australian Shiraz. So it begins. The first glass warms your heart and relaxes your body. You start to giggle and flirt and suddenly realize that -- while you weren't paying any attention to it at all -- your nipples have somehow turned pointy and hard. You begin to feel moist down below and naughty thoughts start taking over your entire thought process.
Second glass, and your charms begin to to magically hook and hypnotize. Hungry for more than just a conversation, the horny Money Prospect at the bar takes you up that beautifully lid-up staircase and right to the back of the VIP area, where the erotic adventure begins."
“Wow.” I could only say, quite impressed with Yolanda's poetic interpretation of what many would call dirty and sleazy.
“And what happens after the third glass?”
There was a hint of smile on Yolanda's lips when she said, “That depends.”
I didn’t ask.
She suddenly stood up. “Speaking of wine. Let me refill our glasses.”
Wine was slowly working its wonderful magic on my body, and the stubborn knot I have felt in my stomach for most of the day was slowly loosening its grip.
“Here you go, Hun,” Yolanda handed me a fresh glass of wine. “Have you picked a stage name yet?” she asked.
I did. Searching my brain for the perfect stage name was one of the many things that kept me up last night. “Ashley,” I told her.
We sat in a complete silence for a while. Just sipped on our wine and smiled at each other for no particular reason.
You know what I'd like?” She suddenly said interrupting our comfortable quiet time.
"No clue, what's that?"
“I would like to meet Ashley. In person and right now!”
I wasn't sure what she meant. “What do you mean 'meet Ashley'?”
She winked at me. "I would love to see you all dressed up and ready to work Erotica's floor," she said.
"Yes now! Why don't you change into your club outfit, put some make up on, and and let me see the stripper version of you. Introduce me to Ashley, please.”
“Sure, why not," I said thinking to myself that it wouldn't be a bad idea to have an experienced exotic dancer evaluate my hope-to-be-sexy appearance ahead of my debut into the stripping career.
“All right then, why don’t you go into my bedroom and take your time. Come out when you’re ready.
Everything I needed for tonight's big adventure was inside a small duffel bag that I packed this morning. Couple of different club outfits, make up, shoes, a towel… I went to retrieve the bag from the back seat of my car, where I had left it. Few minutes later, I was standing next to Yolanda's enormous bed and in front of a full length mirror just next to it, slowly taking my clothes off. Perhaps inspired Yolanda's latest liquid favorite, I really liked what I saw reflecting back at me in the mirror. Maybe I wasn't as breathtaking as Yolanda, but I wasn't bad at all. I had nice legs, firm butt and big boobs with perky points for nipples that have been known to evoke instant erections. I had a pretty face and wavy, shoulder-length blond hair. I was going to do all right as a stripper.
I reached into the bag and fished out an outfit that I have (very thoughtfully) selected for tonight. It was my secret weapon -- a sexy black dress that simply drove men insane. I wore it to a night club just a couple weeks ago and had two guys fight over which one of them would pay for my drink.
A major car accident I was involved in a few months
back, left me to deal with some hard-to-fix health issues such as back pain,
migraines, sleeplessness, and anxiety.
In addition to prescribing me pain killers and sleeping pills, my family doctor referred me to a rehabilitation clinic specializing in car accident injuries for a series of back adjustment as well as some massage therapy. He was especially optimistic about the massage therapy -- convinced it would effectively reduce my pain and anxiety, and fix my sleeping problems for good.
John’s Total Health and Wellness Clinic was a small and an unimpressive locale, with bare walls and very few furnishings or decorations to hang your eye on. The owner John, on the other hand, seemed like a nice enough of a guy, and I quickly came to like his heavy-accented chit chat and his unnaturally wide grin.
Unfortunately though -- session after session -- weeks of treatments were going by quickly, but I wasn’t noticing much of an improvement in my overall condition. The massages just didn’t seem to work. Gladys, the massage therapist assigned to me by John, tried her best to press and knead into me with all her might and power but just wasn't able to alleviate any of my symptoms.
My wife, Janet, was slowly becoming frustrated with the poor progress of my therapy goals. “This whole massage thing is a complete waste of time and a waste of the insurance company’s money,” she told me one day. "I will need to have a little chat with John the next time we are there."
This wasn’t good news for John as was my wife was just the most unpleasant person to deal with. She was rude and unfriendly and made everyone around her nervous and uncomfortable. I said to her that perhaps I should be the one to have this conversation with John -- this was after all was a matter concerning my person -- but she gave me the evil eye and simply told me no. There was no point in arguing with her. I'm embarrassed to admit this, but my wife completely rules my life and makes most of my decisions for me.
The very next time we were there, Janet confronted John and plain told him that unless there was a drastic improvement in my physical well-being over the next couple of weeks, I would not be coming back to his clinic for any more treatments.
John’s smile faded when he heard this news. He clearly didn’t want to lose a solid patient like me; his small business just couldn’t afford it. I saw panic and desperation in his eyes, and just knew -- this poor man would do anything to keep me coming back.
I knew that John didn’t like my wife. Couldn’t stand her, in fact. One time he even asked me half-jokingly why a nice guy like me was married to a witch like her. But he had no other option right now but to suck up to her, and fight hard for the hefty checks my insurance company sent to him at the end of each and every month.
He quickly regained his composure. With a reassuring smile, he told my wife that a new massage therapist was to start at the clinic the following week. He said that she was a nice young lady who recently completed studies in the field of Oriental Therapy and Massage. “She has the hands of a magician that could heal a dying man,” he said.
He put his hand on Janet’s shoulder. “I promise you that Claudia will relieve most, or even all, of your husband’s symptoms in a very short time. Just give her a chance. She was referred to our clinic by a well-known healer.” Janet seemed intrigued and told John to book her instead of Gladys for my next appointment. I had a very good feeling about the new massage lady as well, and simply couldn’t wait to meet her.
When we showed up at the clinic on the day of the appointment, John offered my wife some green tea to sip on while she waited for me in a small waiting room by reception. He then turned his full attention to me. Asked me how I was feeling, and after a brief chit-chat, told me to follow him into the treatment area of the clinic.
A narrow doorway behind the reception desk led to a hallway that nested about a half dozen treatment rooms. I was only familiar with the one closest to entrance which was where Gladys used to see me. But John led me right passed it and deeper into the hallway, until we reached the very last door.
“Go in there, my man, and get ready for your massage,” he said. “Claudia will be with you shortly.” He winked at me secretively which confused me a bit. “And make sure you enjoy each and every minute of your special massage.”
I was quite surprised when I entered Claudia's treatment room as the space just didn’t seem to fit the style of the clinic. The room was nicely decorated and felt cozy. There was a plant there, pictures on walls, and even a rug. Lighting was minimal but sufficient. The massage table was big and sturdy, and instead of a plain white sheet like Gladys had, there was a fluffy red blanket covering the table’s top. There was a big pillow by the headrest which was something I never saw on Gladys’ massage table either.
I took my clothes off, put them neatly on a nearby chair, and slid under the wonderfully soft blanket. I was facing up, my head comfortably resting on the pillow. I felt good and relaxed already.
There was a quiet knock on the door. “Ready?” a soft voice asked.
I answered that yes, I was ready, at which point a young woman entered the room.
Wow. I was expecting Claudia to be a younger version of Gladys -- plain looking, muscular, and all business-like. But instead, I laid my eyes on just the most gorgeous brunette. She looked like an actress from a porno I saw not long ago. She had long eyelashes and big sensual lips. It wasn’t hard to notice that she also had a pair of very large breasts. They were so enormous, in fact, that the white overcoat she wore as her uniform, was stretched to its absolute max around her chest area. A couple of top buttons were left undone revealing her sexy cleavage.
“My name Claudia,” she said in broken English. “You hurt and pain. I here to make massage and pleasure.”
Yes baby, massage and pleasure, I thought in my head simply breath taken by Claudia’s beauty, unable to speak out loud for the time being.
Claudia didn’t waste any time. She placed her hands on my shoulders, heavily leaned into me, and started to wonderfully rub around my neck area. She was so close to me that I could smell her intoxicating perfume and feel her warm breath on my forehead. Supported by the pillow and in a semi-vertical position, my head was perfectly aligned with her cleavage and I just couldn’t help but stare as her half-exposed breasts sensually jiggled with the rhythm of the massage.
Holy shit. I suddenly realized that I was getting an erection. There was no question about it, my penis was definitely getting larger and harder -- usually a welcome wonder that I have not experienced since my car accident -- or even longer than that. But this was not the place or the time and I was terrified by this unexpected development. Stop it! I was mentally yelling at my dick. Stop it right now! But it didn’t listen. My dick was hard as a rock.
Claudia would surely notice my erect penis in just a matter of minutes and I was starting to panic. What will she do when she sees it? Likely run out of the room and complain to John about me. I decided the best thing would be to end the massage session immediately.
“Claudia, there is a little problem…” I started to tell her but she didn’t let me finish.
“Shhh… we fix problem,” she whispered into my ear and then started suckling on its lobe in the most sensual way. I was shocked. In my wildest dreams, I would never expect for the events of this massage session to progress down this naughty path. However -- I did not mind it at all.
My dick was just enormous by now. Still nibbling on my ear, Claudia found it with her hand and squeezed it gently through the blanket. I briefly thought of my wife…slowly sipping on her green tea at this very moment and patiently waiting for me. But it was too late. There was nothing -- no power in the whole world -- that could take me away from Claudia right now.
She squeezed my dick a little bit harder. “Here big tension and big problem,” she said. “We fix.” I was completely helpless. All I could think in my suddenly sex craved brain was -- fix it baby, fix it good.
Claudia pulled away from me now and stood up straight, facing me. Her breasts seemed even larger now than they did before, and I could see her nipples trying to poke through the fabric of her white overcoat. I closed my eyes and said a little prayer in my head asking God to, please, let me see Claudia’s breasts.
This was my lucky day, and I knew my prayers were about to be answered when Claudia begun to slowly unbutton her coat, one little button at a time. When she was finally done, she slipped out of her coat and threw it on the floor. Underneath she was practically naked. All she had on was a lacy black bra and a skimpy G-string. Her body was just unreal. Absolutely gorgeous.
“You like?” she asked?
“I do Claudia, I like a lot.”
My hands reached for her breasts and popped them out of her bra cups. Her nipples were unbelievable and just like I had hoped -- hard and swollen with sexual excitement. I brought them toward my face and started sucking on them, consistently alternating between the right nipple and the left. Claudia threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. “Suck them, Baby. Suck good.”
I could hear the sound of my wife’s voice carry all the way here from the waiting room -- she was talking to someone in her usual loud and bossy tone of voice -- but that only made me suck on Claudia’s nipples even harder. And the harder I sucked, the hornier I got. There was no turning back.
It’s been a while since my wife and I last had sex. All my post-accident symptoms made a practically impotent. Until now.
I managed to stuff both of Claudia’s nipples inside of my mouth and passionately ran over them with my tongue -- quickly licking back and forth from one to the other. Claudia suddenly pulled away from me, making her nipples slide out of my mouth with a plop. She had another activity on her mind as she started to slowly roll the blanket down my torso and gradually exposing my naked body.
When she finally got all the way down to my penis and noticed my enormous erection, she said: “Hello there Meester Big.”
I took a quick look and could not believe my massive hard-on. My dick was large -- and so stiff it stood up straight pointing toward the ceiling. I couldn’t remember the last time my penis got to be this big.
“Sorry,” I quietly said to Claudia, extremely uncomfortable about the indecent state of my manhood.
“No need to embarrass. That natural.”
This girl made me feel so good I wanted to cry.
She squirted some type of a massage oil all over my business and cupped my testicles with her right hand, her long fingernails sensually tickling the most intimate places of my crotch. She gave it a little squeeze and started massaging my balls in the most heavenly way, her hand rolling up and down and all around my tender scrotum. Her other hand was holding on to my penis, gently pushing it out of the way to allow her better access to my balls.
“Big tension there,” she said giving my balls a tighter squeeze. “Too much semen inside. We take out.”
“Yes, take it out, take it all out”, I was trying tell through heavy breathing. I was moaning and groaning, the intense pleasure making my speach incoherent and illogical. “I love you Claudia. I love you so much.”
Claudia put her little finger on my lips. “Shhh big boy…your wife no far.”
“Okay Baby, I’ll shut up. I’ll do anything you say. Just keep massaging my horny balls.”
Claudia had some interesting pleasure tricks up her sleeve. This obviously wasn't the first set of balls she ever massaged in her life. Using the fingertips of both of her hands, Claudia gently grasped the skin of my scrotum and started to stretch it in many different directions. I felt like I was in heaven. But there was more to come after that. Claudia formed little circles with the thumb and the index finger of each of her hands and ringed my balls. She squeezed tight making them pop out of the rings. She then slowly pulled them away from my scrotum allowing me the experience of the most pleasurable pain of my life.
“I think you ready for ejaculate,” she said.
“Yes Claudia. I ready for ejaculate.”
Claudia fisted her hands and alternating them in a slow but a rhythmical manner, massaged my cock in an upward direction. Starting at the base of my penis, she was sliding her tight fists up my enormous erection -- finishing at the head of my penis with a little squeeze. Repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
She then switched things up again. While squeezing my balls with one hand, she was masturbating me with the other. The pleasure derived from the combination of these stimuli was just unbelievable. I could hear the unpleasant sound of my wife’s voice in the background once again. She was telling John all about our broken air conditioner.
“Take off you bra Claudia.” I whispered. Her breasts were already hanging out of her bra, but I wanted no visual obstruction whatsoever.
Claudia unhooked her bra and tossed it onto the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off her gorgeous breasts -- so round and perky -- and I knew that the end of my special massage treatment was almost there.
Claudia stood to the right of the massage table, at my mid-body, her body facing toward me, her bare breasts right there in front of me. She reached for my penis with her right hand, and started the most divine masturbation of my penis, starting off gently and slowly, but in time picking up the speed and intensifying her squeeze. Her breasts violently bounced from the impact of the hand job she was performing on me, and it was just the most spectacular sight to watch them go up and down as she jerked me off.
My eyes traveled back and forth from her bouncy tits to the tip of my cock -- ready to explode with abundant amounts of backlogged cum at any second now. Then, I glanced up at Claudia’s mouth and saw her tongue snake out of it, and lick her lips in the most provocative way.
And that’s when I started ejaculating. The convulsions brought on by my orgasm were very powerful and the amount of semen spraying out of the eye of my penis was just unreal. It all landed just north of my belly button. The intense pleasure of my orgasm made me squeal but Claudia reacted quickly by bringing a towel to my mouth to muffle the sound.
“Shhh…no let your wife hear.”
When I was all done ejaculating, Claudia used a wet towel to clean me up. She then disappeared behind the door without even saying good bye and that was it. My massage session was over.
“So how was it, Honey,” my wife asked as soon as I emerged from behind the curtain. “How are you “feeling?”
I couldn’t form a coherent sentence to answer her, still exhausted by the electrifying sexual release I experienced just minutes earlier. But I quickly regained my composure.
“I feel great… wonderful!” I told her excited. “I haven’t felt this good in months. This Oriental Technique is a true miracle, Baby. My headache is completely gone and I feel no pain in my back whatsoever!”
And I wasn’t lying. My pain was gone for real and I truly felt like a new born baby.
“Thank you, Honey, for taking charge and helping me find the way to heal. I love you.”
I kissed Janet on the forehead and went over to see John about another appointment with Claudia. He opened his appointment book and winked at me as he circled me in for next Tuesday.