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Subject: {ASSM} A simple massage  - MM/MF/Mast/Voyer
Date: Wed,  6 Jun 2001 22:10:01 -0400
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My wife and I were down in San Diego visiting some friends.   They have 
a pool and it's clothing optional.  So on hot days we'd sit around 
chatting for an hour or so, then pop out back, shed our clothes and cool 
off in the pool.   After a bit we'd be cool enough, to climb out and 
relax some more.   This is pretty much what happens when we visit.

On this particular visit, it was getting to be sunset and the sky was 
filled with a host of colors when a mother and daughter showed up at the 
house to take a swim.  This house tends to be a gathering place for a 
number of people.

We were back in the pool.  I was just about to get out when they stepped 
out the back door and dropped their clothing.   I'm not normally a letch 
(or at least I try to hide it when I can) but for some reason their 
appearance surprised me, caught me off guard.   I stared at the daughter 
(yes she was a young thing with a great figure).   The daughter waltzed 
passed me and hopped in the pool.  My head turned as she went passed. 
The mother, also rather attractive, walked up to me and said, "She's 
cute, isn't she?"

I responded with, "Yea, but I'm a sucker for red hair."

"Yes," she replied, "I can see it has an effect on you."   At that point 
I noticed my normally flaccid self had sprung into life.  I wasn't fully 
erect, but obviously on the way.

About this time my wife walks out of the pool, notices my "state" and 
says, "Watch where you point that thing, mister."   I was mortified.   I 
quickly toweled off, put on my shorts (which was all I was wearing that 
day) and went inside.   Soon, I was back on course and thinking of 
things much safer!

The mother and daughter stayed for a while, getting in and out of the 
pool but to no effect on me.  Some time after dinner, as we were all 
sitting on the back porch naked alternating between sitting and 
swimming, the host of the house mentioned she has a massage table and 
asked if I wanted a massage.   I, personally, don't like receiving them, 
but I love to give them.  That's what I said and suddenly everyone was 
asking if I'd give them a massage.     I was rather stuck.

So, the host brought out the table and her oils and I started giving 
massages, first to the host.   She isn't the most beautiful woman 
around, but she is elegant.  She has reached the age where her body has 
grace without concern for being perfect, and I guess in it's own way is 
perfect.

I then gave a massage to the mother.   She is not particularly slender 
but in good shape.  Her muscles obviously still get worked out, but 
there is still parts with softer edges.

When I give a massage I tend to zone out on the world around and focus 
on the muscles I'm working on.  When I was working on the mother's 
thighs I noticed her pubic hair glistened in the porch light.  It had 
been some time since she'd been in the pool so the glint caught my 
attention.  She was moist; she was excited.  The idea she was excited, 
excited me and I started to respond accordingly, sending blood away from 
my arms and down to my groin.  As I zoned away from the massage and 
focus my thoughts on her mound, the mother asked if I did special 
requests.  "Sure, what is it?" I asked, not thinking what she might mean.

Suddenly, her daughter cried out, "Mother, you're such a letch."  I 
didn't connect the two until the mother spread her legs and asked if I'd 
work on some of the internal muscles.

I hemmed and hawed for a bit (got an erection) but finally blurted out, 
"actually, I don't do that kind of massage.   At least not with anyone 
but my wife."

The mother turned her head to me with pouting lips, noticed my erection 
and said, "Are you sure I can't convince you?" and with that reached out 
to grab me.  Her hand was warm and cold at the same time.   My member 
flexed in appreciation.

I jerked away.  "Yes, I'm quite sure."   My wife was sitting there 
noticing my erecting and her touch.  She wasn't smiling.  I didn't need 
to give my wife the idea I was more interested in the mother's crotch 
than was already apparent.

Fortunately, the mother got the hint and I was able to finish the 
massage and relax.  My wife, who had her hackles raised by the whole 
incident, was also beginning to return to normal, smiling at me again.

My wife was the next massage.   I spent a fair amount of time with her 
trying to make sure we were still on an even keel, that she understood 
she was the most important person I would touch that night.  She 
responded nicely to the touch, occasionally subtly reaching out to touch 
me member letting me know she was ok.

The next massage was the daughter.  The massage was pretty normal.  All 
went well until I started working on her thighs.   I was standing at 
knee level with the leg raised so her hips were slightly spread.  The 
view was enough to cause my imagination to run wild and with it the 
blood flow.   Nothing was said so it soon passed and I thought the worst 
was over.

Then came the husband of the house.   I didn't know he was gay at the 
time.  He is stilled married to the host, but they have an 
"understanding" about his need for other relationships.   I work on his 
back and all was normal.  When I started to work on his front the 
conversation turned to sex.   I suppose it was a natural place for the 
conversation to go (eventually), but as it turned to sex and the husband 
contributed it became apparent he was gay.

Now, I don't have a problem with his life style, nor do I have a problem 
giving a gay man a massage.   But someone mentioned my erections earlier 
in the day and he commented, "Yes, you do have a lovely cock."    It was 
about this time I was working on his upper thighs.   My hand brushed 
against his cock and suddenly his was coming to life.

As I mentioned earlier, I don't "do" those kinds of requests, so I tried 
to avoid touching him anywhere but on the thighs.  However, as the 
conversation went on, so did his erection.   Until finally the mother 
said, "Wow, what a lovely cock you have."

The husband replied, "Thank you.   It's really aching to be touched. 
hint hint."   I got the hint but wasn't so willing to comply.

I blushed furiously, but I couldn't manage to say anything, I just kept 
massaging his thigh.

The mother then retorted, "Yea, that's what I wanted too, but he doesn't 
do those requests."    I looked up and she was subtly fingering herself 
watching the husband's member and my hands.

The host then said, "I'd help you out of this but my hands just don't 
have the same effect.   So, either you can ignore him or you can take 
care of him.   But there's not much other choice."

At this point I looked over at my wife.  She had cocked one leg up over 
the arm of the chair was not so subtly playing with herself.   I tried 
to catch her eyes, but she was fixed on the husband's member.

Thinking the only way I was going to get her attention, I moved one hand 
to the base of his cock and gave a slow stroke.   His abs tensed and his 
cock pulsed with the touch.  My wife's eyes got wide and her pussy lips 
gushed with sudden excitement.  She then looked at me.  Our eyes fixed 
and in a moment I knew she wanted me to "finish the job."

So, I continued to stroke his cock.  The mother quickly spouted out, 
"Hey, you wouldn't do that for me."

"Yes," I replied, "but you seem to be doing a nice job on your own." 
With that she blushed.  Everyone turned to look at her hand at her 
crotch.  Her face went bright red and she moved her hand up to along her 
thigh.  "That's ok," I continued, "my wife is doing the same thing." 
For some reason my wife was unaware of my comments.  She hadn't looked 
over at the mother, or noticed after my second comment that everyone was 
now looking at her finger herself.   She was not being gentle about it 
either.  Her fingers were "going to town."

"My," said the host.   "We don't normally get that much activity out 
here by the pool.   But, as long as everyone is having a good time." 
She chuckled and moved a hand to her own crotch.

My hand movements got stronger and I could feel the husband was about to 
cum.   As the whole party sat and watched his body flexed.  Streams of 
white flowed out over his chest and across his shoulder.  My wife's 
fingers were intent on matching the energy as her own orgasm forced her 
eyes closed and her head back.   The host was more demure, fingering her 
self into a pleasant state.  The mother was like my wife, "going to 
town" and eager to go over the edge.   The daughter just sat there with 
her legs crossed reading a magazine.

I didn't finish the massage, as that pretty much finished the husband 
off.  He slowly went flaccid and just laid on the table.  I stood there, 
enjoying the site of the women and their fingers.   My own member 
decided it was time to join the party.

When I realized I was fully erect, my wife had collapsed in her chair, 
legs spread.  The mother was still searching for the edge but was 
getting pretty close. The host had gotten up to get a drink from the 
kitchen.  The daughter, still reading, said, "Are you gay, too?"

"No," I laughed.  "I don't have a problem helping a fellow out, but it's 
not something that turns me on particularly.

"So why do you have an erection?"

"Because of the lovely site of women."  I motioned with my head the site 
of both my wife and her mother sitting there spread wide open.

"You like that?" the daughter asked.

"Yes!  I love the taste of a woman."

"So, are you going to masterbate now?" she said as she noticed I was 
beginning to rub my own cock.

"You know, I hadn't thought about it.   But I think I'll have a snack 
first." and with that I moved around the table and kneeled before my 
wife.   I slowly leaned forward and began tasting the juices she had so 
carelessly spread about.

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