Horny Housewife Gets a Happy Ending

It's been a long time since I've had a good massage. My husband tries, but after a long day at work he just can't give it to me how I like it. I finally cave and ask him to book me a massage for Saturday. I need a good release.

On Saturday morning I grab a pair of delicate lacey panties to wear under my leggings. The idea of fully undressing for a massage has always unnerved me, but so does someone seeing me in unflattering underwear. I grab my keys and head out the door. I spritz on a little perfume in the car and drive to the office. If I have to be half naked in front of a stranger I want to smell good and look good.

I walk inside and fill out the usual paperwork, crossing my fingers that I got a muscular guy who can give me a deep massage. When Joel walks out to bring my back I nearly faint on the spot. He's 6'3 with rippling muscles and dark brown hair. He brings me to the room and tells me he'll be back when I'm ready. I briefly consider getting fully nude, but my nerves get the better of me. Joel knocks and asks if I'm ready so I quickly slide the blanket halfway up my back, just barely covering the top of my black panties.

Joel gets to work quickly, squirting oil from a bottle on his belt. I can feel his hands sliding down my arms, pressing into my sore muscles. He works his way up my arm to my neck and I feel my back break out into goose bumps. I wonder if he notices, but he just keeps working his way down my back. The table I'm on puts me at the perfect height to have his cock in my face. I catch myself wondering how big it is and if he ever gets hard during a massage.

His hands are moving along the small of my back and I try not to press my ass up into his hands. I try to concentrate on the feeling of his fingers pressing into my back instead of the growing wetness between my legs. Having a sexy strangers hands moving across my body is starting to make my pussy tingle and pulse. He asks if he can move the blanket down to keep massaging my legs and I wonder if he'll notice the panties I picked.

My mouth opens slightly as he starts massaging my ass. I can't stop my hips from lightly grinding up against his hands and as he massages down toward my thighs I feel the heat of my pussy growing. My thoughts swim as I imagine him sliding his hands down my ass crack and gently touching my desperate pussy. He's a professional though, and I know he wouldn't do that.

I realize my breathing is heavier than it was before. My face is flushed and I'm ready to pull his pants down and take his cock down my throat. As if he can read my thoughts he asks if there is anywhere I'd like him to focus and I tell him my butt is still sore. He moves his hands back to the top of my ass but I tell him to go lower.... lower...... until his hand is resting over the top of my pussy lips. He gently brushes his fingers across my panties and I let out a moan. This is his sign. He knows what I want. His starts to rub his fingers up and down my wet panties.

"Your panties are a bit wet," he says. "Would you prefer to remove them?"

I can hardly hear through the blood rushing in my ears, but I somehow manage to say yes. I roll over and slide my panties down. He squirts oil onto my tits and starts rubbing my nipples. My clit is throbbing. I feel my pussy leaking onto my leg. I bit my lip to keep from moaning loudly. I can see a bulge pressing against his pants, and I want to reach out and grab it.

He slides his hands down my stomach and finally kisses me. My lips part and I run my tongue along the bottom of his lip. He finally groans and I know the massage is over. He pushes my back down on the table and hungrily puts his lips on my clit. It's swollen and slides easily into his mouth. He runs his tongue down my pussy, drinking in my juices. I push my hips into his face begging him silently to suck my clit again. I hear him slurping as an ever increasing flow of pussy juices drip down his chin. He finally comes up for air just as I'm about to cum on his tongue. I'm desperate. Wild with passion and desperation. I finally rip at his pants and pull out his cock. It's thick and delicious.

I run my tongue down the base of his cock up to the head before taking him into my mouth. I moan as my lips stretch around him. I hold his cock in the back of my throat and cup his balls in my hand. I'm drooling on myself as I stroke his cock and slide it in and out of my mouth. The room is silent except the sound of relaxation music and his soft moans mixed with my sloppy blow job. I'm taking his cock down my throat like my life depends on it, feeling tears well up in my eyes and not caring. He's rubbing my clit and flicking his tongue across my nipples. I am getting desperate to feel his cock inside me. I want him to fill me up.

Finally I beg him to fuck me. He flips me over easily and slides his thick cock into my needy pussy. I'm dripping wet and his cock still struggles to get into my tight hole. He moans and starts thrusting slowly. I want to scream out, but he puts his hand over my mouth. I push back against his cock hard. I feel his balls slapping my clit and his cock filling me up. He asks me where he should cum. I know what I should say, but I grab his leg and tell him to cum inside me. He protests, but I beg him to breed me and suddenly he is groaning as he thrusts his cock as deep as it will go. I feel his cum filling me up and finally my pussy starts to tighten around him, pulling his cum deeper as I orgasm onto his thick cock. He collapses on top of me and I can feel his cum dripping out my pussy. He leaves so I can get dressed. I pull back on my panties and feel them wet with my juices and his cum. I drive home to my husband who is laying on the couch watching college football. I feel guilty, but my mind is still swimming with the encounter and I tell him I'm going to lay down. Later on, he starts rubbing his hands on my shoulders asking me if my massage was better than his. I tell him that Joel really knows how to go hard. He says he can go harder and leans in to kiss me. He makes his way down my body and pulls off the same black panties I left in. He runs his tongue down my clit. The clit that was just hours before in a strangers mouth. I wonder if he can taste another man's cum on my pussy.

As if he instinctively knows he begins to eat my pussy like he's at the buffet. His fingers plunge into my cum filled hole as he licks my clit with a fury I've never felt before. I cum so hard I squirt. A mixture of pussy juices, his spit, and another man's cum. My husband fucks me hard and nearly collapses when he cums deep inside me. Later on he asks me if I want to book another massage, and I think this is just the beginning of me getting massages.