Valentine's Day Massage
VALENTINE'S MASSAGE (M/F-WIFE, VOY)

     I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special for
Valentines Day.  She certainly deserved it.  Not only is my little
Natalie drop-dead gorgeous (in a girl next door sort of way): 5'-2";
soft, long honey-colored hair; blazing blue eyes; and killer smile,
but she is also a terrific lover for me and a great mother for our two
kids.  At 30, Nat has worked hard to keep the same firm figure she
had when she was a cheerleader in college.

     She puts up with a lot.  I'm very career-oriented right now
with my own startup business.  Even though I travel all the time and
am gone at all hours, Natalie never hassles or nags me.  It's been an
ideal marriage and a case of mutual lust since the first time we laid
eyes on each other.  We've always been faithful to each other and
I'm sure Nat has been happy -- especially in the bedroom where we
both work hard to keep each other satisfied.

     So one day I'm playing golf with my buddy, Dave, and I
mention the Valentines present.  Dave is a successful businessman
in his own right.  He owns quite a few businesses and some
commercial real estate ventures.

     "I got the perfect thing," he said.  "You should get her a gift
certificate for a massage at one of my spas.  Women go crazy for
those things.  They love to be pampered and treated special for a
day."

      Then Dave cracked this wicked grin as he glanced at me.
"And some of these women get so hot they can't stand it.  The full
body massage gets 'em so worked up they either go off right there
on the table or run all the way home to jump the old man's bones!"
he laughed.

     "How the hell do you know?" I smirked.

     "Security cameras!  They're installed in all the massage
rooms.  I've got big color TVs in a back room, and the massage
areas are wired for sound.  Sometimes I sit back there to make sure,
you know. . .there aren't any problems with the therapists."

     "Isn't that illegal?"

     Dave just laughed.  "I'm just protecting my ass-ets, buddy!
I roll video tape on the massages to make sure that if anything goes
too far and somebody complains. . .I know what happened and can
show it to my attorney.  But, so far. . .we've certainly had no
complaints," he chuckled.

     I liked the idea of the massage for Natalie.  She had
mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day at one of
those spas.  But I didn't know what to think about it making her hot
and horny.  Somehow I doubted it would or could happen.

     Natalie is no prude.  She can get pretty wild when we are
behind closed doors, but she is fairly modest about everything
else.   My wife always dresses pretty and smart -- never sleazy or
slutty.    She came from a strict,  religious family; and, although she
does have a wicked side. . .I was pretty sure I was the only one who
had ever seen it.

     Still, I couldn't help think about what Dave had said.  And
the more I thought about it. . .the more I fixated on it.  Hell, I have
fantasies just like the next guy.  But this was the first time I ever
thought about my wife getting turned on without me throwing the
switch.  Part of me felt guilty about even thinking of such a thing.
Another part of me was convinced that Natalie would never let
anything happen.

     But I couldn't help but get a growing thrill from the idea of
my little Nat getting seduced and stroked into submission by some
faceless stud.  I walked around with a major league hard-on for the
rest of the day.

     That night I nearly attacked my poor wife when she came to
bed.  I couldn't get the images of her thrashing around on the
massage table out of my head.  She seemed surprised at my
aggressiveness, but matched me stroke for stroke.  It almost became
an athletic event as I tried to see how many times I could make her
come.  After her third trembling climax, I felt reassured that my
hands were indeed as magic as any massage guy's.

     Finally, exhausted. . .we fell asleep tangled up together.  I
had a big smile on my face I as held her warm body against mine.
Jealousy was no longer a part of my new fantasy.

     "What got into you last night?" Natalie grinned at me
over her coffee cup the next morning.

     "I dunno. . .just getting geared up for Valentine's Day!" I
said honestly.

     "Well....if that's just a preview. . .I can hardly wait for the
main event!" she laughed.

     I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply before I
headed out the door.  "Gotta go!  Got all kinds of big plans to
make."  I winked at her as I left.

     I finally tracked down Dave on his cell phone about mid-
morning.  "Hey, remember that thing about the massage gift
certificate?"

     "Yeah. . .she'll love you forever, man."

     "No doubt.  But I've got some questions."

     "Go for it," he said.

     "Well, for starters, what kind of guys do you have doing
these massages.  I mean, do they really know what they're doing?
And. . .how far do they go?"

     He laughed that evil laugh again.  "Oh yeah. . .they know
what they're doing all right.  They are all licensed massage
therapists.  But some are better than others -- especially with
women. . .if ya know what I mean.  I've got a couple working for
me that look like those guys on the covers of romance novels. . .and
they can send a lady to Mars!"

     "As to how far they go. . .that's up to the client.  Sometimes
they get shut down when they test the waters and it ends there.
Then it's strictly a professional massage.  But if they get the green
light. . .watch out. . .anything goes!"

     I shut my eyes tight as I started to get visions of my wife on
the table again.  My cock was already fighting for more room in my
pants.

     "OK. . .sounds good," I heard myself say.  "But what if I
want to watch?  Ya know, just to make sure everything is cool?"

     Dave busted up big time on the other end.  "Man. . .you just
want to get your rocks off with her, don't ya?  I've seen it a million
times. . .dudes love to see if the wifey can get her buttons pushed by
someone else.  "Don't worry. . .it's no problem.  Like I said, I've
got the whole room wired.  You'll have a ringside seat, and she
won't even know you're there!"

     Several days later Natalie sat opening her Valentine's
presents.  I'd sprung for the obligatory flowers, some nice jewelry,
some goodies from Victoria's Secret, and some other pricey little
trinkets I thought she'd like.  She seemed genuinely delighted with
all the stuff and gave me a big kiss after she opened it.

     My plan was to take her to dinner at our favorite restaurant
and give her the bonus gift -- the massage certificate.  The meal and
the mood were perfect.  As we sat sipping our champagne and gazing
into each others eyes, I slipped the envelope out of my jacket and
slid it over to her.

     Nat's eyes lit up as she opened the card.  She smiled warmly
and teared up a little as she read the flowery words from the card
maker, then my hand-written message of devotion.  She never
looked more beautiful as she blew me a kiss and mouthed the
words. . ."I love you."

     Then she noticed the extra piece of paper attached to the
card.  Surprised, she carefully read the certificate giving her the
unlimited full-day pass at the spa. Suddenly she squealed with
delight and pulled me across the table to shower me with kisses.

     "How did you know?"  she breathed into my ear.  "I've
always wanted to do this!   Oh, I can hardly wait!  When can I go?"

     I laughed and held her tight.  "You can go whenever you
want.  Dave said he was going to make sure you got the total VIP
treatment.  Why don't you see if you can get your Mom to watch
the kids and go early next week?"  This time it was me who got
attacked when we got home that night.  I think Natalie really liked
her present.

     The appointment was set for Tuesday.  Nat made
arrangements for the kids. . .and I made sure I cleared my schedule
for the day so I could be in the secret room at the spa.

     Dave told me to get there ahead of my wife to avoid any
chance of running into her after she arrived, so I left early that
morning.  Before I took off I gave Nat a big kiss, making her
promise to "really relax and enjoy herself."  I hoped she didn't
notice that I was already sporting a tent pole in my pants.

     When I got to the spa, Dave showed me around.  It was
pretty impressive. The spa offered all kinds of fitness and health
options.  There were pools, steam rooms, weight rooms, tanning
beds, special herbal wrap areas, mud baths, and almost anything
else you could think of to pamper a body.

     Finally we made our way to the massage area.  There were
four or five private rooms -- all with the same subdued, pleasant
color schemes.  There was a large table in the middle of each room
covered with sheets.  Each table had a hole near the head where the
client placed their face during the massage.  A table nearby held all
kinds of oils and liquids.  The rooms were clean and comfortable.  I
was beginning to think I might enjoy a massage myself.

     Employees were just starting to check in to work when I
noticed a big young stud in his mid-twenties come in dressed all in
white.  Dave told the truth. . .this guy looked like a coverboy
straight off a romance novel.  Long, perfect hair, tan complexion,
square jaw, piercing eyes and dazzling smile. . .the guy was built.
There was no doubt he was a bodybuilder.  Every move he made
caused his T-shirt to ripple and flex.

     Dave noticed him and smiled.  "Ah...here's your guy.  Come
on over. . .I want you to meet the man who's going to be working
on Nat."

     He got bigger as he got closer.  Dave patted him on his
massive shoulder and gestured toward me.  "Vince, I want you to
meet the husband of one of our VIPs today.   You're going to be her
massage therapist later.  I told Mike here that you are the best and
will give his wife the ultimate treatment."

     Vince took my hand in his huge paw and smiled warmly.
"Great to meet you, Mike.  I'm really looking forward to working
with your wife.  I hear she's amazing!"  Yep, that was a good word
for her. . .amazing.  Suddenly I was not so sure about my resolve to
not let any jealousy be a part of this. . . uh, what. . .experiment?

     Vince must have noticed the shadow cross my face.  "Yo,
Mike. . .don't worry," he said.  "You will probably enjoy this as
much as she will.  Relax. . .I 'll take very good care of her.  I won't
do anything she doesn't want to."

     I smiled weakly back at him.  "It's cool, Vince.  I just want
her to really have a good experience here. . .what happens along the
way is up to her."

     Vince laughed and clapped me on the back, "That's what
we're here for. . .we aim to please our customers!"

     "We better get going," Dave interrupted.  "She's going to be
here any minute."

     He led me back to a door marked 'Private - Employees
Only'.  After unlocking the door, Dave led me inside.   The room
was not really what I expected.  There was a big desk or table set
against a wall with five 27-inch color TVs aligned neatly together.
In front of the monitors were mounted several small, expensive
looking speakers.  A box with a row of knobs and several lighted
switches sat on the table in front of two big leather executive chairs.
The room had no windows, but there was some soft track lighting
with dimmer switches that could be adjusted.  The only other
noticeable objects were several Hi-Fi VCR's stacked together in a
rack with little green and red lights softly glowing.  It looked like
something out of a spy movie.

     Dave settled into one of the chairs and directed me to the
other.  He flipped a few switches and the TV monitors came to life.
I now had an amazing view of the massage rooms.  The clarity of
the signal was impressive and the cameras were mounted in the
perfect position to see everything in the rooms.

     Soon one of the spa workers came into one of the rooms
to light some candles.  "Let's check the sound," Dave said." He
turned up a volume knob and through the speakers in front of the
TV I could clearly hear the attendant rustling around.  Then she
turned on a small CD player in the room and we heard some
pleasant new age music. "All the better to massage you by," I
thought to myself.

     Dave turned to me and said, "We may have to wait a while.
Nat's probably going to take advantage of some of the other areas
of the spa before she gets her massage.  Wait here.  I'll go check on
her progress and let you know when things are about to get started."

     While I was waiting, several customers came into the rooms
for their massages.  I had a bird's-eye-view of some fairly plump,
middle-aged housewives getting patted and rubbed with all kinds of
techniques -- mostly by female therapists.  Although I got a couple
of falshes ot tit and ass, nothing very exciting happened.  There was
some chit-chat and some pretty contented sighs from the women
clients that I could hear perfectly, but that was about it.  No
wandering hands or sexual innuendo. . .just professional rubdowns
with all the vital areas covered by the sheet for the most part.

     The sessions lasted about an hour, and the women all
seemed very relaxed and refreshed when it was over.  I was
beginning to think Dave had overhyped this thing when the door
opened and he came in.

     "She's just finishing up with the mud bath.  She should be
here in a few minutes after her shower."

     My stomach suddenly was doing flip-flops.  I hadn't
expected to get so keyed up so soon, but my mouth was dry and my
cock was already stirring when I saw Vince walk into one of the
rooms and start to make preparations.

     He seemed very casual and self-confident,  and I couldn't
help but think again what a stud this guy was.  Suddenly he turned
and looked right at us through the camera and gave a big thumbs-up
sign.  I jumped when he said loudly, "Showtime!"

     Vince left the room and only moments later Natalie came in
and closed the door.  My breath caught in my throat.  She was every
man's wet dream.  Dressed in a big terrycloth robe, her hair was
done up with a clip and her skin seemed to be glowing.  She had
that flushed look of someone who just got out of the shower, and
even on the TV she looked unbelievable.

     I watched as she glided over to the table and undid the tie on
her robe.  She slid it off her shoulders and Dave and I stared at the
screen as she slowly revealed her magnificent body: World Class
breasts -- not too big, but just right for her small frame -- topped
with small pink nipples that already looked like they were at
attention.

     As she dropped the robe and pulled back the top sheet on the
table, we both admired her firm features.  I noticed that she had
trimmed the downy triangle of honey-colored hair between her legs.
She gracefully pulled herself up on the table and laid on her
stomach. . .then reached back and pulled the sheet back over almost
to her neck.  She was modestly covered, but the sheet left little to
the imagination -- molding itself to every curve and valley including
the twin globes of her perfect ass.

     "Damn. . ." I heard Dave mutter beside me.  I couldn't have
agreed more.

     My wife shifted around and settled on the table, placing her
face in the opening and resting her arms and hands up above her
head.  I heard her give one of those contented sighs, then there was
a light tapping at the door.  Natalie raised her head slightly and said,
"All set....come in!"

     Vince came into the room and quietly closed and locked the
door.  He walked over to the CD player and turned down the
volume of the lazy music a little, then walked over to the table and
gently placed a giant hand on Nat's sheet-covered back.  She looked
like a little girl compared to his size.

     "Hi, my name is Vince, and I'll be your massage therapist
today.  How are we treating you so far, Natalie?"

     "Heavenly. . ."  I heard Nat's voice, somewhat muffled
between her arms.  "I could really get used to this!"

     Vince chuckled pleasantly as he moved over to the table
with the oils.  "Hey, the best is yet to come."

     There was a full-length mirror on one wall of the room.
While Vince had his back turned to my wife, I saw her raise her
head slightly and quite obviously look him over in the reflection.
Her eyes widened noticeably, and I detected a slight smile play
across her pretty lips as she rested her head back down.  I'm pretty
sure Vince knew very well that he was being checked out too.
When he turned around he had a big grin on his chiseled face while
he rubbed some warm oil on his palms.  For the first time I also
noticed the sizeable bulge in the front of Vince's white shorts.

     "So is there anything special that you want me to work on
today. . .any areas that have been bothering you?"

     Natalie sighed again and said, "Nope. . .I've never really had
a massage before.  You're the expert. . .I'll leave it in your hands."
Then she giggled at her own bad pun.

     "OK. . .you just relax and leave everything to the expert,"
Vince laughed as folded the sheet down to expose her lovely back. .
.keeping her ass modestly covered.  He moved to the side of the
table and began applying firm strokes with both hands up and down
the full length of her back.  Occasionally he would vary the length
or the pressure, then he would use his fingers to work specific
areas that felt tense.

     This went on for quite a while.  Vince worked her entire
upper torso including her neck, shoulders, and arms.  Nothing much
was said between them and I was beginning to think Nat had gone
to sleep.  The only thing that really kept me on the edge of my seat
was a couple of times when I noticed Vince's fingers stray to the
sides of her breasts mashed underneath her.  But she made no
movement to protest or stop him, so everything was cool.

     After some time, Vince pulled the sheet back up to her neck
and moved back around to the side of the table.  Reaching down to
her feet, he slowly pulled the sheet up and folded it just below her
buttocks.  I was not surprised to see that Nat held her legs closely
together.  As she stirred a little and shifted on the table, I wondered
what was going through her mind as this handsome stranger worked
on her.  Just an inch or so more, and the guy would have a pretty
good view.

     Vince poured some more oil on his hands and then started to
work on her feet -- one of Nat's most sensitive areas.  She loves a
good foot massage and there have been many times when we have
started there and moved to episodes of heated passion.

     As he worked her tiny feet, Nat made the first sound I had
heard in a while.  It was a mix between a soft coo and a moan.  She
raised her head again and whispered softly, "Oh, you certainly are
good at this..."

     Vince smiled and I could see that he was slowly moving her
legs apart as he worked her feet.  By the time he started to move his
strokes up to her calves, her legs were almost at the edge of the
table.  But he was still working mostly from the side, and I didn't
think he could see much under the dark shadow of the sheet from
his angle.

     Gradually he moved his way up her legs, kneading and
stroking every inch -- past her delicate inner-knees, up to the backs
of her thighs.  His large hands almost went around her entire leg as
he worked the oil into her skin.  As he moved upward, his hands
began to brush against the sheet -- moving it up little by little with
each contact.  Soon we could start to see the soft curves of her ass
come into view.

     Now he was just grazing the hint of plump, rounded flesh
visible beneath the cover.  His strong movements caused her hips to
move up and down beneath his grip.  As he worked the tops of her
inner thighs, his hands would move together in between her legs,
and I was sure that he was only inches away from heaven.  He
stopped there, however, and moved around to the foot of the table.
Using long strokes with both hands, he started at her feet and
pushed up the back of both legs until his hands came to rest just
below her ass.  Every stroke caused the sheet to ride up a little
more, and I knew from where he was standing now he had a perfect
view between her legs. . .and it was obvious that he was taking full
advantage of his position.

     There was no doubt Natalie was enjoying the sensation too.
She was clearly awake now and almost regularly she would sigh
and breath deeply between her arms.  I thought I noticed her hips
start to move slightly on their own.

     Vince moved around to the side again, and, without a word,
folded the sheet over in the middle of her back exposing one entire
side of her body.  With some fresh oil, he started to work directly on
her uncovered buttock, moving his hands in circular motions over
the entire soft surface.  There was hardly room for both of his huge
hands and his slick fingers started to probe down between her
cheeks and legs.

     Suddenly I heard Natalie gasp as contact was made in her
nether region..  "Umm...are you sure that's part of the service?" she
whispered.

     "I'm just getting to the deep tissue areas," Vince answered
softly.  "Are you uncomfortable?"

     "No, maybe just a little embarrassed," she breathed back.
"Nobody but my husband has touched me down there in a very long
time."

     "Don't worry. . .," Vince chuckled.  "I'm a professional.
It's all part of my job. . ."

     "I'll bet it is. . .," Natalie murmured, as she rested her head
back down.  She seemed to relax again, and Vince moved around to
the other side and repeated the process -- folding the sheet over and
exposing the other cheek.

     Hearing no further protests, Vince started to move his
"professional" fingers deeper between her legs with each pass.  This
time there was no doubt about it.  Her hips began a slow grind up
and down as one of his hands moved up to stroke her back again
while the other stayed busy on her bottom -- gliding around and
then dipping down. . .deeper and deeper each time.

     Natalie's breathing began to get heavier with each passing
moment  When Vince's arm movement changed, she began to moan
and gasp.  Before his arm had been moving up and down, now it
was moving slightly in and out.  The sheet was still covering his
hand from our view, but it was almost certain that he was now
fingering her.  Her skin was getting a soft sheen as she continued to
rock back and forth.  Her hands began to clench and unclench the table
above her head. As he increased his tempo and stroked in and out she would
raise her head at times and take ragged breaths, as her eyes started to
glaze over.

     I almost came in my pants right there.  Glancing over at
Dave, I could see that he was in a trance too.  Here was this
beautiful, petite woman -- my wife -- writhing and panting lustily
on a table while a hunky bodybuilder gave her obvious pleasure.
I was sure she was nearing orgasm, but before she could get there,
Vince slowed down his movements and brought her down from the
peak.  As he pulled his hand into view it was slick and wet with her
juices.

     "Why... why are you stopping?" she almost whimpered.

     "We've still got plenty of time, " he said, grinning broadly.
"Besides, I need to do your front. .."  We all tried to catch our
breath as Vince rearranged the sheet over her.  Then he held it up
like a curtain in front of him and told her to turn over.

     As she changed sides, Dave and I could see how flushed
with excitement she was.  Nat was clearly in a state of arousal.  Her
pink nipples were hard and erect and her bouncing breasts heaved as
she laid back down.  Vince placed the sheet over her, then folded it
down to the top of her chest -- raising her arms so they lay beside
her head.

     "I don't know how much more of this I can stand," Nat said,
as Vince went to get some fresh oil.  Again she looked him up and
down while he had his back to her.  When he turned around, her
eyes darted immediately to the big bulge in his shorts.  Blushing,
she quickly looked away and focused her eyes on the ceiling.

     Vince moved to the head of the table and started to massage
her neck and shoulders.  With her arms raised above her head, he
had complete access to her upper body.  He gently worked around
her ears and soft throat, then held up each arm and worked the
length to her hands.  Again I was amazed at how tiny she seemed
next to him.

     She had calmed down quite a bit by this time and her
breathing was almost normal, but Vince was ready to start her
motor again.  Without warning, he peeled the sheet down to her
waist, revealing her lovely breasts in all their glory.  The perfect
conical shape was flattened against her a little bit in this position,
but the nipples stood up proud and tall.

     He started at her collarbone with flat palms and started
making circles that progressed down her chest.  It didn't take long
for his hands to make contact with her breasts, but he danced around
them -- never directly touching or even grazing her erect nipples.

     Taking his time, Vince moved all around her well-oiled
breasts without giving her the direct contact she was probably dying
for by now.  Her breathing began to get heavier again and she
started to make soft noises in the back of her throat.  Natalie loves
to have her breasts fondled, and I could see her start to arch her
back as she strained meet his touch.

     Finally he gave in to her.  He moved to the side of the table,
and with his palms flat he placed his hands on her stomach and
moved them both up and over her breasts -- dragging right across
the nipples.  Then he moved back down and took both hard little
nubbins between his fingers and began to roll them back and forth.

     It was like an electric shock.  Natalie's arms jerked down
and her hands covered his.  "Uhhhhhnnggg!!!!!!!" she moaned, with
her eyes closed tightly.  The look on her pretty face was pure
pleasure.  "Yesssss.....like that!!!!!" she hissed, as her hands guided
his over her quivering pink flesh.

     Her hips started to rise off the table again as she raised her
knees and planted her feet on the table.  I don't think I'd ever seen
her so overcome.  Her arms were still flailing -- one hand fell down
to the sheet and started to slide underneath between her wide-spread
legs.  The other hand instinctively reached out and clutched Vince's
white T-shirt.  As he continued to stroke and tease her nipples, her
hand unconsciously slid down his shirt to the waistband of his
shorts.  Before she could reach down any further, however, Vince
sidestepped her grasp and moved his hips out of the way.  "Uh,
uh....no fair touching the hired help. . .yet!!!!!" he snickered at her.
I don't think she heard him or even realized what he was talking
about.  She was too lost in the sensations he was giving her.

     With the thrashing about the sheet had all but fallen clear of
her body.  Vince started moving his hands lower again, gliding over
her stomach.  When he reached the sheet he simply whisked it off
onto the floor.  There was my pretty, little conservative wife -- stark
naked, trembling and writhing under this strange man.  I couldn't
take it anymore.  Dave read my mind and said,  "Don't worry,
Mike. . .it's just the two of us.  Do what ya gotta do. . .I got plenty
of tissues in here."

     Gratefully I reached down to unzip my slacks and release
the intense pressure. . .I'd never been harder.  My cock finally
sprang free and I wasted no time in working it.  I didn't want to cum
yet, so I tried to keep it slow.   Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Dave releasing his own monster, but another loud female moan
from the speakers snapped our attention back to the screen.

     Vince had moved down to stand at the foot of the table
between Natalie's raised knees and wide-spread legs.  He was still
making circular motions with his palms as he worked his way lower
on her abdomen.  His hands were starting to graze the softness of
her trim little bush.  She was humping her hips up to meet his
movements as he moved ever lower.

     Sliding his hands down to her inner-thighs, Vince massaged
the outside of her pussy lips with his thumbs. . .still not coming into
direct contact.  Each movement pulled the slick lips apart and gave
as all a view of her moist opening.   Natalie was almost babbling at
this point, but when Vince finally slid the side of his hand directly
down the full length of her vagina, she began to pant like a
wounded animal.

     "Uhhhhh!!!!......Oh, God!!!!!!   Oh,. . .oh, please!!!!!!!!

     She bucked up and down as one finger hit home. . .then
another.  Soon he was pistoning his large digits in and out of her
honey pot at increasing speed.  When one thumb moved up and
suddenly raked across her neglected clit, my wife immediately
began to shake and shudder.  I knew very well the signs her orgasm.
She shook her head from side to side, hair spilling out everywhere
as the clip came undone and flew across the room.

     "Yeeeeesssss!!!!!  Oh, yeah......right there, that's it!!!!!!" she
wailed beneath his solid, unrelenting movements.

     Her hands flew to her breasts and she began to tweak and
pull on her own nipples.  Her mouth was wide open as she gasped
to pull air into her burning lungs.

     Finally he gave her the release she needed.  Suddenly he
placed both hands on her thighs and spread them wide apart as he
leaned down and swiped his long tongue directly over her clit.  He
kept his mouth there. . .lapping and swirling his tongue over her
burning pussy.

     That's all it took.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she
almost appeared to stop breathing. Wave after wave of pleasure
shook through her body as she thrust her mound against Vince's
lapping tongue and clawed at the sheets under her.

     "Ohhh......ohhh......AhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!!. . . .I'm
CUMMMMMIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!"  She wailed in tempo
with the thrust of her hips.  Then she held herself rigid as the
fireworks exploded in her head.

     "Oh....Shit!" I heard Dave bellow next to me.  I looked over
just as a huge load erupted from his cock all over his hand and arm.
I was close to shooting too, but I had a death grip on the base of my
rod to keep from going off.  "Damn. . .that's about the hottest thing
I ever saw," Dave groaned as he slumped in his chair.

     I looked back at the TV in time to see Vince raise up and
effortlessly strip off his T-shirt.  His face was covered with shiny
juice.  Every muscle rippled as he hooked his thumbs in his shorts
and slowly started to pull them over his slim hips.  Soon the
waistband revealed the large, purple, angry-looking head of his truly
impressive tool.  Inch after inch of the shaft that was easily as big
around as my wrist came into view.  He kept up the strip tease. .
.agonizingly slow, as his nine-inch pipe sprang free.  When his
shorts finally cleared his huge balls, he pushed the pants the rest of
the way down and stepped out of them.

     Natalie lay panting spreadeagle on the table like she had
been shot.  Her rotating hips were still making small, involuntary
movements and her nostrils flared in time with her ragged
breathing.  Before she could totally come back to earth, Vince
reached down and pulled her ass to the edge of the table like she
was a rag doll.  He raised her knees up and pushed her soft thighs
wide.  Reaching down, he took his huge meat in his fist and started
to rub the giant helmet-like head back and forth against her sopping
wet opening.

     Somewhere among the cobwebs in her head, Natalie realized
what Vince was doing.  She raised her head and her eyes fluttered
open.  "No. . .please, I can't do this. . .I'm married!"  she moaned.

     "That makes two of us, princess."  Vince broke into that
dazzling smile again as he gazed down at her.  "Just relax and
enjoy.  I'm a professional. . .remember?

     She looked closely at his handsome face for the first time.
"Please. . .," she whispered, "we shouldn't being doing this. . ."

     "But that's what I'm here for, princess. . .to please you.  It's
all part of the service.  Now just lay back and get ready for some
serious therapy!"  Vince reached one hand down and braced it on
the table by her waist as he started to push his big cock meat into
my wife.

     Although Natalie's guilt reflex was starting to say no, her
body had other ideas.  Still reeling from her explosive climax
moments earlier, her small hips betrayed her again and started to
react to the intense stimulus at her entrance.  As she closed her eyes
and laid her head back, her hand instinctively reached down to
touch the goliath at her gate.  Suddenly her tiny hand came into
contact with the torpedo poised to enter her. When she tried to wrap
her fingers around its massive girth, her eyes snapped open wide.
She raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at what must
have looked like a telephone pole to her.

     "Please. . ." she breathed again.  Then she said what I was
thinking: "It's too big. . .you'll tear me apart!"

     "Nonsense. .." Vince laughed.  "I'll go way slow and be
very gentle.  Remember our motto. . .Satisfaction guaranteed!  And
I guarantee you're going to be satisfied with this!"

     Natalie looked nervous now, but she was still obviously
turned on.   I knew she had never even dreamed of taking on a cock
this size.  Her chest heaved as she watched him find her opening
and push just the tip inside.  He pushed in just a little farther. . .just
fractions of an inch at a time, but slowly his big pipe began to
disappear.  Nat closed her eyes tight again and tried to relax her
muscles, but I could clearly see how white her knuckles were as she
gripped the sheet beneath her.

     Vince was true to his word.  He took things very slowly and
let her get used to every movement before he went any further.  He
shifted his weight a bit, and little by little he started to make
progress.  After he got about three-inches inside, he stopped and
asked if she was all right.  She nodded -- still with her eyes
squeezed tight.  She was starting to breath heavily again, and he
surprised her by leaning down and taking one her rigid nipples in
his mouth.  Natalie immediately let out a loud moan and wrapped
her hand in his mass of hair, holding his head firmly to her
quivering breast.

     Vince worked both nipples with his lips and tongue for a
few minutes.  Then as she started to become more comfortable, he
raised back up and hooked his arms underneath her legs -- raising
her knees almost to his shoulders and pulling her thighs wide apart..
This not only aligned her pelvis in a position for better penetration,
but it also gave Dave and me a good view of the tip of his cock
buried in her moist hole.

     Natalie's moaned again as Vince slowly pulled his hips back
a bit, revealing for a brief moment the portion of his meat that had
been inside of her.  We just had time to see that it was slick with her
juices before he flicked his buttocks forward and gently pushed
back inside.  Nat gave soft little grunts as he began to rock back and
forth -- each time pushing a little more of his big pole inside.

     What an amazing sight -- watching a total stranger fucking
my beautiful wife.  I tried to remember how I got here. A couple of
weeks ago this had been the furthest thing from my mind.  Now I
had a myriad of emotions going through my head as I watched the
wildly erotic display.  Part of me wondered if my wife would ever
be satisfied in my bed again.  But I realized our marriage and our
love for each other was solid and would always survive.   No, what
I felt more than anything was raw excitement.  It was like watching
a play or a movie -- except I imagined my wife and myself as part
of the cast of players.  I had allowed this to happen, and I almost
could feel her intense pleasure while I watched them move together.

     Vince had established a rhythm now with long, smooth
strokes.  He was beginning to breath heavier too and his tanned
body was gleaming with sweat.  I watched his rock hard ass cheeks
flex back and forth, then shifted my gaze back to his shiny cock as it
slid almost completely in and out -- appearing and disappearing
inside her with each thrust.

     "Ahhhh.....Ahhhh......Ahhhh......Ahhhhh.....," Natalie began
a steady chant in time with his even strokes.  She laid her head back
on the table, but her tiny hands clutched and grabbed at his massive
biceps on his arms -- still holding up her legs.  She began bucking
her hips back to meet his thrusts and I saw she had taken him all.
Now his huge balls began to make a soft slapping sound against her
ass with each downstroke.

     "You've got it all, princess. . .how does it feel?" Vince
grunted as he began to steadily pick up the pace.

     Nat could barely answer through gritted teeth,
"Uhhnn...ohh,.... my gawd!!!...It feels sss, sssooo....ssoooo,
goood!!!!!!!!  I...I've....nn...nnevver......f, fff...felt...so....fulll!!!"
The mics and speaker system were very good.  I could hear every
sound in the room including the wet squishing noise her tight little
pussy was making as he ground into her.

     Then Vince seemed to shift into a different gear.  He raised
her small ankles and feet up and placed them on his broad
shoulders, then he planted both of  his hands of the table on each
side of her.  Once he had repositioned her, he pulled his cock almost
all the way out and held it poised at her opening for a second. . .
teasing her.  "Ready. . .?"  he whispered.

     "Oh yes.....put it back inside!.  Fuck me, Vince. . .
.please!!!!!   she begged, as we all held our breath.

     He suddenly slammed back into her and she cried out in
pleasure.  Then Vince began to pound into my wife like a
jackhammer.  The solid table rocked and groaned beneath them and
Natalie's breasts jiggled back and forth as she neared another
orgasm.  Vince knew she was close again and he began to change
his movements -- rotating and grinding his hips sometimes. . .then
just pounding into her with unbelievable speed and stamina on the
next series of thrusts.  Their bodies slapped together with loud
smacks that got louder and sharper.

     Natalie rarely cums during straight fucking, but as Vince's
ass turned into a blur, Nat let out a keening cry that I'm sure could
be heard throughout the building.  Vince began to gasp and grunt
too, and I realized he was close as well.  "Oh, God.....I'm gonna
CUMMM!!!!!!"  I heard him shout, as she shuddered, yelped, and
clawed beneath him.

     This is what I had been waiting for, and I felt the white hot
liquid that had been building up inside of me begin to race through
my shaft in my pumping fist.  Just as I exploded, I watched Vince
yell out and yank his cock from my wife's pussy, still bucking with
spasms from her own orgasm.  As soon as his cockhead cleared her
opening a thick rope of semen jetted out in an arc across her body.
Most of it landed just above her head, but some splashed across her
face and neck.  Another spurt followed -- landing mostly on her
heaving breasts and stomach.

     Vince continued to slowly jack his cock in his hand whle
Natalie became the masseuse -- reaching up and massaging his
milky white liquid into her skin with one hand.  Her other hand
reached down and joined his to gently stroke his red, swollen meat.

     While I reached for some tissues to clean up my mess, Vince
leaned down and tenderly kissed Natalie for the first time.  I could
see their tongues battling intensely in their mouths as she
passionately thanked him for what he had done.

     I had almost forgot about Dave.  He began to stir next to me
and I could see he was also doing some clean up from incredible
display we had just witnessed.  "I'm giving you the original. . .but
do you mind if I make a copy of this tape?" he asked with a weary
grin, as he pushed some buttons on the VCR.

     "No problem, " I said.  "It's the least I could do.  That was
truly amazing!"

     I looked back at the screen and saw Vince start to pull his
clothes back on.  Natalie was spent.  She still was laying on the
table lazily stroking her stomach -- a contented smile played on her
lips.  She watched with half-open eyes while Vince got dressed.
When he was done, he went back to the table and stroked her cheek
softly with his fingers.

     "That concludes the treatment for today," he grinned.  "How
do you feel?"

     "Oh, my!" was all she could whisper.  "I feel like a new
woman. . ."

     "Well, like I said. . .it's all part of my job.  Satisfaction
guaranteed!"    He bent down and gave her another small kiss on her
flushed cheek, then said, "Take your time, princess. . .you can get
up and shower whenever you want."  Then he quietly left the room.

     Dave began turning off the equipment in the room.
"Well...that was fun!"  he chuckled.  "I told you. . .they sure like the
full body massage!"  I thanked him sincerely and snuck out the back
door of the building.

     When I got home that evening, Nat was relaxing on the
couch in a stunning little sundress.  She looked fresh and pretty,
more beautiful to me than I could ever remember.  She jumped to
her feet when she saw me and showered me with hugs and kisses.

     When she slowed down a bit I laughed and held her at arms
length.  "So. . .how was your day at the spa?  I tried to act casual.

     "Oh, honey  Thank you so much!   I can't tell you how
wonderful that was.  I never imagined it could be like that. . ."
Then she got a strange little twinkle in her eye as she gazed at me.
"I only hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"

     "Huh...?"  I stammered.  "Wh...what are you talking about?"

     "Oh, you think you're so clever...don't you?" she giggled.
"I recognized your car the second I pulled into the parking lot!!
And.....I don't know. . .for some reason I just knew you were
watching."

I started to make some lame excuse, but she just covered my mouth
with her tiny hand and said, "shhhhhh....silly baby.  "You're not
upset about what I did are you?"

     "Upset? It was the most erotic experience I've ever had," I
said truthfully.

     "Good!  she smiled.  "Because I made another appointment
for us next week.   Happy Valentine's Day, darling!!!!"