The Erotica of Al X
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Summary: Al gets a massage from a husband and wife who offer special services like "reciprocal touching."
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"Massage-a-Trois"
by Al X
I found them under the 'erotic services' section of Craig's List, a married couple offering "twenty-fingers of erotic massage." The text detailed full body rubbing, sensual stimulation, nude masseuses, guaranteed stress relief and even reciprocal touching.
Longtime married with a fairly conservative bedroom life, I was looking for a spicy diversion to break the routine. I didn't want an affair or a night with a hooker. But an erotic massage - that wasn't really cheating was it?
I responded to the ad and soon received a response with a picture of the couple. The photo didn't reveal their faces, but Tom and Tabitha had perfect bodies - tanned, tone, trim, muscular. I asked for details about the "reciprocal touching" and they informed me that I could touch either or both of them as much as I wanted, but there would be NO intercourse. They seemed open to most everything else. When I explained my panty fetish, Tabitha wrote that "a little panty play is always fun!" They even hinted at "special treats" they offered "special clients."
For weeks I deliberated, and almost daily re-read their e-mails. At nights I fantasized about a session, imagining our three bodies, oiled up and intertwined. Receiving an erotic massage was enticing. The bigger turn-on was imagining my hands on Tabitha's body. And then there was Tom. How far would I go with him? I had never had bi tendencies, but there was something about the whole experience that turned me on.
A month after I had first read their ad, I found myself driving to their town. It was a rainy Friday afternoon, and it was hard to keep my eyes on the road - I had an erection for most of the trip, and occasionally I rubbed myself through my pants. At a McDonalds in their town, I used the rest room and saw that my underwear was damp with pre-cum. It took all my willpower to keep from jerking off right then and there.
Back in the car I drove through downtown and down the winding road that took me to the apartment complex. I quickly found complex "S2", a three-story brick building. In the parking lot I kept the car running and the wipers on while I folded four fifty dollar bills in an envelope. Five minutes later, wet from the rain, and nervous as hell, I knocked on the door. Inside new age music played. When the door open, the smell of candles wafted out.
"Hi. I'm Al," I said. I offered a quick nervous wave.
"Come in. Please. I'm Tom." He was taller than I, clean-shaven, thin, ruggedly handsome. He wore a white terrycloth robe. "We've been expecting you," he said with a smile.
I stepped inside and kicked off my shoes on a small rug (I didn't want to muddy their carpet). Tom took my damp jacket and draped it over a chair, then shook my hand with a strong grip. "Have a seat," he said as pointed to a cushiony chair. In the sparsely decorated living room we made small talk - the wet weather, the traffic in town - and I began to calm down. Everything was so soothing -- the music, the aroma of incense and candles, the soothing décor of the room, the peacefulness that emanated from Tom.
"I'm a little nervous," I confided.
"Most of our clients are. At least for the first session." His smile assured me Iwouldn't be disappointed today.
Just as my breathing returned to normal, Tabitha entered, barefoot and in a matching white robe. Like Tom, she was tall and thin. Her face, while not stunning, was pleasant and attractive. Her arms were crossed, holding another robe and three water bottles. She smiled as handed me a bottle of water. "I'm glad you could make it."
"Me, too." I rolled the cold bottle in my hands as I watched her walk towards Tom.
She handed him a bottle, then sat on the arm of her chair. Her robe partially opened, just a slit that revealed what looked like a black bra and panties. I sipped my water nervously and tried not to stare, tried to keep my eyes on her face, but when her legs parted an inch I had to steal a peek. If she knew what was going on, she didn't say.
Tabitha explained that I could change in the bathroom - "The robe is fresh from the wash!" she said as she held it up - and after I was ready we would adjoin to the massage room, which I suspected was a converted bedroom in this 2-bedroom apartment.
I took the envelope from my shirt pocket. They said nothing as I sat their fee on the glass table to my right. Then Tabitha stood up. "Shall we begin?"
I stood up and walked over to fetch the robe, which was still warm from the dryer. I turned to head for the bathroom, but Tabitha called my name. When I turned around, she had a sexy grin and her robe pulled up to show off her sexy legs. "You requested I wear sexy lingerie. I hope this meets your taste." With that she untied the robe. Her black push-up bra accentuated her smallish but firm breasts. Her matching black lace panties were almost see-through. She only flashed me for a few seconds, then closed her robe and turned and walked away.
Tom shook his head and smiled. "I take it you approve?'
"She's beautiful," I told him, feeling slightly guilty at having ogled his wife.
"She certainly is."
I hurried off into the bathroom, undressed and folded my clothes into a neat pile. After I urinated I washed my penis, rinsing off the pre-cum, then slipped on extra pair of underwear I had brought. The robe wasn't as soft as I imagined -- it felt like one of those cheap hotel bath towels - but I slipped it on, washed my hands and stepped out of the room.
Tom, standing, waited in the living room. He pointed to a room on his left. "The massage room is this way," Candle lights flickered in the doorway, beckoning me. As I passed Tom, he spoke in a quiet tone. "You're going to really enjoy this." I followed him into the room, excited that my massage-a-trois was about to begin.
The room was as sparse as the living room, just a small bed and two wooden dressers, with wooden chairs in the corners. A large painting hung on each walls, swirls of color that flickered in the candlelight. A metal table by the bed held an assortment of oils and towels. A tray on one of the dressers held a collection of vibrators, some of them shaped like penises. "Whatever's your pleasure," Tom told me. "We aim to please."
He removed his robe and set it on a chair, and stood before me in only a pair of silk bikini briefs. I eyed him up and down, from his taught chest to his muscular legs. Even soft his bulge was impressive. I stared too long, I feared, and got slightly embarrassed, but Tom just smiled.
Tabitha removed her robe as well, then adjusted her bra. As she leaned over the chair, I got a perfect view of her panty-covered ass. Her body was toned, but not overly muscular. She looked amazing, and my penis responded accordingly. Lost in the sight, I flinched when I felt Tom's hands on my shoulders to help me remove my robe. As I, too, stripped down, Tabitha walked towards me.
And then there I was, standing between them, Tabitha just inches in front of me, Tom just inches behind me, the three of us wearing only underwear. Tabitha stepped closer and I breathed in her scent - baby powder and apple shampoo - and I was close enough to notice small details of her body: a patch of light freckles on her shoulder, smile lines around her eyes, a curving scar on her flat stomach.
She stared into my eyes. "Tom and I are here for your pleasure so before we begin, we must know what pleases you, what you truly desire." Her tone was soft yet firm. "My hands on your body-" she set her warm hands on my shoulders and caressed me with her fingers "-do you desire that?"
Goose pimples arose all over my torso. "Very much so," I said, my voice nearly cracking.
"And Tom's hands?"
I felt his hands, equally warm, equally soft, on my upper back. "Yes, please," I told them, and soon I felt his hands descending onto my shoulder blades. Almost in perfect unison, her hands descended as well, down to my chest. Her fingers ran circles around my hardening nipples.
"Touch is a connecting force between people," she explained. It was true; I felt entirely connected to the two of them. I was turned on sexually (I was halfway to a full erection) but I was electrified by tactile feeling of their touch. It was like being high; my mind was alert yet hazy. Their hands ran lower, hers on my stomach, his on my lower back. At first it was their fingers gliding over my skin, but they replaced them with their palms. Their hands glided upwards and soon her hands again fondled my nipples while his palms pushed into my back, effectively pushing me into her hands. "We are all connected. You, Tom. Me."
They each dropped one of their hands, letting it cascade down my body until their hands were at the top of my underwear. While his hand remained motionless at the small of my back, hers dipped low, off to my thigh, then around to my other thigh, making a circle around my groin. She smiled and moved her hand full onto my penis. "And do you desire to be massaged here."
I felt her squeeze me through my underwear. "Very much so." And then Tom's hand dropped to my butt cheeks, rubbing them a few seconds before his handed rested in the center of my ass. I felt his fingers separate and his middle finger dig into my crack.
"And there?" she asked, fully in control.
I suddenly imagined him fingering my ass, then placing a vibrator there, then actually fucking me. "Yes, there, too."
Tabitha took a step closer to me. "So, your whole body will be our playground today? Good. You won't be disappointed." With her next step her breasts rested against my chest. "And do you desire to feel my body against yours?" She raised her chest up and down to massage me with her breasts. Her head moved closer to me, until her hair was in my face.
"Yes, your body…"
"And Tom's?"
I felt him behind me, pressing against me, his chest against my back, his hand on my waist, his bulge against my ass. I had never been with a man before, had never had an intimate touch with one, and yet the feeling of Tom's body got my penis fully hard. "I desire both of your bodies."
For a moment we stood there, our bodies merged into one vibrating molding of human flesh. I closed my eyes as Tom pulled me backwards into him, and Tabitha pressed her self against me. I was lost in their touch, their scents, the sexual heat, my raging hard-on. Then I felt her hand slip into mine and she broke away. "Come," she said, leading me to the bed, "let the massage begin."
She had me lay on bed, facedown on the clean white sheet. The bed was cool and smelled of talc, and after I stretched out they proceeded to give me a back massage. I felt four hands on my back, rubbing, scratching, pushing and pulling flesh. They let drops of warm oil fall over me, then spent about fifteen minutes massaging my back, my neck, my arms, and my legs. It felt incredible.
It was relaxing, and yet stimulating as well. Every now and then I'd feel his penis rub against my arm or my head. And when she straddled my leg, I felt her warm groin through the panty; twice she actually started rubbing herself against me and I wondered if she was getting wet.
The highlight came when four hands massaged my ass through my underwear. Tom's bigger hands kneaded my cheeks, while Tabitha caressed my inner thighs, touching my testicles from behind. Then one of them pushed my underwear down and soon drops of oil ran down my crack and towards my asshole. While Tom spread my cheeks far apart, exposing my opening, his wife ran a soft rubber object against my crack.
"Do you desire this, Al?" Tabitha asked.
I lifted my ass up to them and moaned "yes," and soon felt a rubber butt plug poking at my hole. The tip was warm and greasy. Anal play wasn't something my wife did with me, but I yearned for it now. "This is just a sample," Tabitha said as she inserted the plug an inch or two inside me. She pushed it in and out, and circular against my anal walls. "If you like it, we'll use it at the end of the session."
"I like it, I like it." I was almost breathless from excitement, and I had begun to grind myself into the bed.
But the plug was slipped out of me, and Tabitha crawled over me and laid herself on my back. With her mouth just inches from my ear she whispered, "The best is yet to come, because it's time to massage the front of you."
She pushed herself up from me, but remained over me, just high enough to allow me room to roll over. After I did, she lowered herself back onto me, and I felt her breasts on my chest, her groin on mine. She rubbed her face against mine, massaging my cheeks with hers. Smelling traces of perfume on her neck, I grew dizzy with emotion.
Then she pushed herself up until she was in a sitting position, with her groin and ass firmly resting on my groin. As the new age music picked up tempo, she began to gyrate to it, giving me a slow lap dance. As she did this, Tom squatted on the bed above me and reached down to massage my chest. His fingers pulled on my nipples while she got me harder.
"Do you enjoy the feeling of fingers on your chest?" she asked. And when I replied in the affirmative, she said, "So do I."
I reached up and placed my hands on her breasts. I felt the soft fabric of her bra, then slipped my thumb inside to find her nipples.
"It's reciprocal touch," she reminded me with a smile.
As I stared up at her, I fondled her breasts and got her nipples hard. She closed her eyes and leaned her head backwards. "You have wonderful touch, Al. Gentle, yet firm. Are you sure you're not a masseuse?"
Tom played with my nipples and moved closer. My head was between his legs and every now and then I felt his penis bump against my head. I didn't mind; in fact, at one point I moved my head back to push against him.
"It's time for your legs," Tabitha announced. At first I was disappointed - I didn't want the 'lap dance' to end - but when she turned over I was in for a treat. She squatted over me, facing my feet, with my body between her legs. As she rubbed my lower legs, I had another perfect view of her panty-covered ass. The see-through fabric was such a turn-on.
If that wasn't enough, Tom began talking to me. "I love her ass in sexy panties. And thongs, too. I love to see the back of the thong stuck in her crack. Does that turn you on, Al?"
All I could do was nod my head. Tabitha moved up to rub my knees; her ass was now over my stomach.
Tom continued rubbing my nipples. "You're not alone, Al. Other men get turned on my sexy panties. Some men even want to bury their faces in Tabitha's panty. Can you believe that, Al?"
"Yes," I said. "She looks incredible." At first I was surprised to hear him talk dirty, but then I realized this was one of the "special treats" they occasionally offered. Lucky me!
As Tabitha moved up, her breasts rubbed my groin, and her ass was now over my chest, forcing Tom to move his hands. He now massaged my neck and ears. "Is that something you would like, Al? Would you like to press your face into her panty, to have her ass and pussy in your face?"
I was about to explode. Facesitting, my deepest fantasy, was about to come true. "Yes, please. Please let her."
And then it happened. She moved up another foot until her ass was in my face, the silk fabric pressed against my nose, my cheeks, my lips. And she pressed her ass into my face, I felt her face brushing my cock through my underwear, moving her face left and right against it.
"How does her panty smell, Al?"
She had her ass pressed right against my nose. I breathed in and smelled a pleasant, fruity aroma from some smell oil she must have applied before the session. "She smells wonderful," I replied.
Tom lowered his head to mine and whispered in my ear. "And what about her pussy, Al? Has she gotten her panty all wet?"
Tabitha scooted up until my mouth and nose were firm against the front of her panty. I felt the dampness - no, the wetness - of her pussy soaking through the thin fabric.
"How does her panty smell? Can you smell her hot cunt?"
I rubbed my nose against her and breathed in deeply. Again I answered: "God, she smells wonderful!"
Tom's fingers rubbed circles on my temples. "Is she wet, Al? Is her panty all wet?"
"Yes, Tom!"
"Can you taste her wetness, Al?"
My mouth opened and I placed my lips on the damp crotch. I knew it was wrong and dangerous to do anything else, but it was too late to turn back. I was too turned on to stop. I lost all self-control and wanted to do everything with this couple.
"I want to lick her," I told him.
"Go ahead, Al. Lick her pussy."
My tongue came out, and I tentatively began to lick her through the thin fabric. I felt her shaven lips through the panty, then began lapping up at her cunt. My dug my tongue through the panty and into the slit. I could feel her getting hotter, getting wetter, and when she needed more she reached down and pulled the panty aside to give me full access at her pussy.
"Let's give her some release, first," Tom told me as he sat up. I watched as he reached over me and around her to grab her breasts. He fondled her breasts and I licked her pussy, digging my tongue deep inside her. She had long since given up on my cock, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was to make her cum.
That's all Tom wanted, too, for he was coaching her now. "Come on Tabitha, feel his tongue inside you. Cum for him now. Cum for both of us. Cover his face with your cum…" And soon enough her gyrations got more unsteady and I heard peeps of moaning escape her lips. Her juices wetted her pussy, and I dutifully lapped them up.
She grew breathless. "More… more… more…" she pleaded, and I sucked her harder until she finally came.
When she finished she rolled over onto the side of the bed. "That was nice," she said with a laugh. It took a few moments to catch her breath, but then she sat up. "Now it's time for some reciprocal touching!"
She moved to the bottom of the bed and knelt there between my legs. She picked up the rubber butt plug she had teased me with before. "With ... or without?"
"With!"
Tom, at my head, reached down and caressed my nipples again, as Tabitha prepared the plug. "These have to go," she said as she lowered my underwear. I lifted my butt up to help, and after she removed them she tossed them on the floor.
Tom removed his hands from me and removed his own underwear. "My cock needs some room to breath," he joked. I watched as his cock, almost as fully erect as mine, stuck out, only inches from face. It was long and fat, with a damp spot at the tip. He grabbed the base with his right hand and stroked it a few times. He caught me staring and smiled. "You can touch it, if you like."
I reached over and placed my open palm on it. It felt warm and soft, and it flexed at my touch. It was the first time I had ever handled another man's penis.
As I was busy with Tom, Tabitha had pulled her underwear off. Instead of tossing them on the floor, she tossed them up at me. Her husband caught them and placed them in my face. They were soft, warm and wet, and I could smell the wetness of her sex. I was in heaven, feeling the plug creep up inside me. It hurt a bit - I felt stuffed - and as the object explored my anal passage, Tabitha's other hand stoked my penis.
Soon I felt her hot wet mouth on the tip of my cock. Her lips caressed the tip, and then her tongue licked the head.
"Tell her when you're ready to cum" Tom instructed, "and I'll tell you when I'm ready." At this point Tom moved closer to me, until his cock was nearly resting on my lips. I kept stroking him, getting him as close to cumming as I was. It wouldn't take much to get him off. I opened my mouth and soon the head of his penis landed on my open lips. "Taste my cock, Al. Lick it all over."
I used my tongue to swirl around the tip, tasting the pre-cum. Tabitha was licking and stroking me, and pushing the butt plug in and out of me.
"I want you to suck my cock, now. Take it in your mouth."
He leaned over me, forcing his penis deeper inside my mouth, and I opened wider to take about two inches of his hot member. As Tabitha brought me closer to orgasm, Tom moved his hips, bringing his penis in and out of my mouth. "Do you like this, Al? Do you like me fucking your face?"
I could only respond with a grunt.
"Would you like to feel my cock inside your ass? Would you like that, Al, to have my thick cock up your ass?"
At this point Tabitha flicked a switch - the butt plug was actually an anal vibrator - sending throbbing vibrations inside my ass. It was too much. I pulled my mouth off of Tom. "I'm going to cum!" I announced. Tabitha removed her mouth from my penis, but started jerking me with both hands, one on the base, the other cupping the head of my penis.
Tom grabbed his own penis and began to stroke it. "Where do you want my cum, Al? Tell me?"
I was so close to cumming and so lost in passion, that I did the unthinkable. I opened my mouth and moved closer to him, ready to let him cum in my mouth.
"That's it, Al, be a nice cocksucker," he said as he fed me his penis. He began to 'facefuck' me in earnest, and I felt him throbbing inside my mouth.
"Feel that cock in your ass, Al, ready to explode. And get ready Al, because … here … I … cum"
And then my mouth was full of hot sticky jism, several bursts of it. I turned my head away and let it seep out of mouth while Tom shot another small wad of it on my cheek. Down below, my own penis began to explode, and I felt my hot cum fill Tabitha's hands as she stroked me, cum covering my penis.
"Wow!" was all she said, having watched the scene with me bringing off her husband. "That was so hot." Her hands remained on my penis, still stroking me but ever so slowly, until I finally began to soften.
I just laid there, totally drained, Tom's cum still dripping from my mouth. Tom moved away and picked up a dry washcloth which he wiped his penis off with. He handed me another one to wipe my face, then gave me my water bottle. As I sat up, Tabitha stood up and found her robe.
"Did you like our 'special service'?" Tom asked.
I nodded as I took a swig of water. "I'm another satisfied customer." I picked up Tabitha's panties which were now lying in my lap, and handed them to Tom.
"Take them," he told me. "A souvenir."
They both left the room then, leaving me alone on the bed, listening to the music, smelling the aroma of oils and candles and sex. My heart was still beating fast, and I drank more water to clean the taste in my mouth. I sat there for a few minutes before Tabitha popped back in; she placed a pile of my folded clothes on the chair. "Take your time," she said before leaving.
I wiped myself with the washcloth and stood up. As I dressed I heard them talking softly in the other room. I slipped into my underwear and socks, then put on my pants. As I buttoned my shirt I realized my first "massage-a-trois" was over but I knew I would return for many more.
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Written during February, 2007 / Revised March 20, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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