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 needed 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 red 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 nice 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 was empty. 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, just a couple years back. She definitely had too much to drink on that particular night. Snuck her hand under the table and used the long cloth to conceal the fact that she was massaging my cock right through dinner.
After the main course, we were served a chocolate mousse for dessert. Pink raspberry on top, the mousse looked and smelled divine. But my wife did not seem pleased with what was on her dessert plate and kept poking at the soft chocolate pile with her fork. I kept asking her what was wrong, but she just wouldn’t talk to me.
Pouty face, she finally turned to me and quietly whispered into my ear: “I think this dessert needs more cream.” She reached under the table cloth 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 opened her mouth and using her fork, stuffed a large blob of the chocolate mousse inside of it. Barely able to speak through the soft mass in her mouth, she quietly mumbled into my ear, “I’m not swallowing my dessert until you make it nice and creamy.”
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 could figure this out in my head, my wife grabbed me by the hand and aggressively pulled me away from our table. I guess I was about to find out soon just what specific actions and behaviour my wife had in mind for me. She was leading the way, her mouth puffy from all the chocolate mousse that she refused to swallow until I made it nice and creamy for her.
Just a few minutes later, we were in a far and a secluded area of the reception hall’s parking lot; behind somebody’s enormous black SUV. I leaned against the side of the vehicle and dropped my pants to the ground, excited and anxious to efficiently improve on my wife's sub-par dessert.
She needed to work for it though. And she did. Down on her knees -- her pantyhose ripping against the rough asphalt underneath us -- my wife was sucking on my cock like there was no tomorrow, little bits of half-melted chocolate mousse spilling out of the corners of her mouth.
This was by far the best blow job of my entire life. The inside of my wife’s messy mouth felt so wonderfully warm and sticky to my cock that I thought I was in a blow-job heaven.
With swift moves of her tongue, she managed to efficiently coat my penis with the chocolaty substance, and then started to slide her head back and forth along the length of its slippery shaft. Looking down, I thoroughly enjoyed the visual of my messy dick traveling in and out of her mouth. Sexy as hell…
When I was close to my orgasm, I steadied my wife’s head with my hands and proceeded to fuck her mouth hard and fast, my hips rocking violently. Didn’t take me long to abundantly ejaculate into her horny mouth. “Here’s your cream baby,” I called out in pleasure as I was spraying into her.
The sexy chocolate adventure happened a very long time ago, with nothing even remotely similar 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 once again see that familiar sparkle in her eyes. 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 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.
I could very easily tell that my wife was very horny. Looking at her, I also knew that our regular bedroom routine just wouldn’t cut it tonight. Tonight was going to be special.
I had a suspicion that my wife had something very specific on her mind, but had no idea what it was, until she steered our conversation toward the topic of one of her girlfriends -- more specifically -- 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 sex life, the girlfriend’s husband had taken her to a strip club and had an attractive stripper lap dance 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 on the edge 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 a good 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 a little awkward and weird. But as soon as we sat at a cozy table near the stage, the uneasy feeling quickly dissipated. 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 on stage -- liked them a lot -- but couldn’t decide which one of them best suited our naughty plans for the evening. But then a striking blonde materialized on the stage out of nowhere, and went on to do the next performance. Her name Carmela and as soon as we saw her, we instantly knew that she was the girl for us.
There was something 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 between those beautiful breasts appeared in 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 there was little lesbian living inside of her and there she was now -- I could see her as clear as day. My wife looked at Carmela with passion and sexual desire I have not seen in her eyes in many years.
It wasn’t just Carmela’s sexy body, or her exquisite tits for that matter. Like I mentioned, 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's danced 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 sucked on her own nipples, both of them at the same time. When she was finished with her nipples, she got down on all her fours. Crawling in a backward manner toward her audience, she backed into the dance pole positioned just behind her -- her legs on either side of it, and the crack of her ass so close to it, it was gently rubbing against it. Slowly rocking her hips to music, Carmela insinuated a doggy style position, the dance pole being 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 erotic performance. I wasn’t surprised to see something like this in this place 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, she sat with her butt on the stage and spread her legs as far as they would go. This exposed the moist flesh in between her pussy lips. I pictured myself fucking that juicy flesh and felt my cock getting harder and stiffer the longer I kept thinking about it.
Carmela reached toward her pussy, and using her middle finger started to sensually massage her clit in a circular motion. 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 moved the finger in a back forth motion 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 orgasm 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 mentioned to us, 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. We suddenly were ready for a more private setting.
Carmela led the way, and a couple of minutes later we arrived in a secluded, curtained off area of the 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 slow song came on and Carmela started dancing in front of us, slowly removing pieces of her sexy stripper outfit. She had an amazing body and I enjoyed watching her graceful performance. But my wife was getting very impatient; anxious to see something more physical to take place between place between us, and started to push Carmela's body toward me. Gently at first, but she was getting more aggressive as time went on, making the stripper close to losing her balance at one point.
Carmela wedged one of her knees in between of my legs and leaned against the wall behind me 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 looked over at my wife to make sure that she was all right with what was going on in my pants. After all, it was another woman’s tits that my penis was getting this 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. I don't think I have ever seen her sexually aroused to this extent in our six years together.
She reached out with her hands to touch Carmela’s right breast and gently squished it. This turned on something wild inside of the stripper who suddenly started moaning in delight. She 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 knew exactly what I wanted to do with that nipple, but once again, needed my wife's reassurance to make sure that it was alright for me to pursue my sexual urges.
My wife didn't say anything this time around. Instead, squeezing it tight, 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 couldn't have been any clearer. I took a deep breath and stuffed Carmela's left nipple inside of my mouth, where my horny tongue was anxiously waiting for it already.
This simply was the best moment of my entire life. A pair of beautiful tits being simultaneously pleasured by two hungry mouths, one belonging to me, and the other one -- to my 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 out. The moment I did that, Carmela pulled away from us letting her breasts slip out of our mouths, her nipples deliciously wet and pink. Evidently, she had another activity on her mind right now. She looked down at my exposed crotch and bit her lower lip at the sight of the large rod of my hard 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 joined in. Placed her fisted hand around my hard cock right on top of Carmela's and -- by doing so -- creating 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 and massaging it; 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 both shook their heads no. I swear there was a telepathic connection between them.
Carmela reached into her purse, and from inside of it, quickly 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’s sensual touch, Carmela planted herself onto my hard cock and stared to rhythmically ride it up and down. 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.
She liked to drink her wine too. A 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 used to tell me. It was all to make her dream come true.
"I will throw erotic wine and sex parties at my winery," she used tell me and laugh after having too much wine. "And you're invited to all of them!"
I didn’t know it that day, but I just was about to join Yolanda in a crazy wine and sex adventure that completely changed my life. An adventure that took the two of us unusual places and brought interesting people into our lives. An adventure that eventually 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 the day I officially became a stripper.
She was sitting across from me, sipping 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 sex appeal. And to turn us into dirty whores when we need to be whores...”
She let out a witch-like 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 trying to hide a half-erection in his pants. What you need is to take charge and create an erotic experience. Take your horny customer on a sexual adventure. Transport him to 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 slowly transforming that half-erection in into a full-blown raging hard-on. And that’s how you make the big bucks.”
"Not sure if I've got what it takes," I said, suddenly not happy about comparing my feminine powers to hers.
“Not to worry, Baby," Yolanda smiled at me in a seductive way. "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 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 -- your nipples have turned pointy and hard. You begin to feel moist down below and naughty thoughts suddenly take 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 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 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 her lips when she said, “That depends.”
I didn’t ask.
She stood up. “Speaking of wine… Let me refill our glasses.”
Wine was slowly working its wonderful magic on my body and the stubborn knot that 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 complete silence for a very long 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?"
“I would like to meet Ashley. In person and right now!”
I wasn't sure what she meant at first. “What do you mean… meet Ashley?”
She winked at me. "I would love to see you all dressed up for work" she said.
"Yeah now. Why don't you change into your club outfit, put some make up on, and and let me see you all ready to walk Erotica's floor. I desperately want to see you that way right now...”
“Sure," I said.
“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 prepared this morning. Couple of different outfits, make up, shoes, a towel… I went to retrieve the bag from my car where I had left it. A 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 my bag and fished out the 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 back 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.