Sharing My Wife at Massage Parlor

It's hard to believe a simple business card could mess with my head this much, but there it was, slipping out of the pocket of Carol's yoga pants after her weekly ritual at Lotus Massage. I wasn't snooping, just picking them up off the bed to toss in the hamper.

I glanced over the card, and something caught my eye, a name. David. Clean black print, a number, the salon's logo. Then I flipped it over. 'XOXO,' scrawled in bold, masculine handwriting. I stared at it, my mind skipping right past innocent and landing somewhere else entirely. Men are a jealous lot, and with a hot wife like Carol, I had good reason to be a little possessive. It's not my best trait admittedly.

There's a way a man's thoughts move when something unsettles him, and mine wasted no time: Who was David, and what right had he to leave 'XOXO' behind on a card that should have meant nothing at all.

I passed Lotus Massage every time we made our way to our favorite breakfast place, Hash House a Gogo. The name might sound foolish, but the food was honest and plentiful, and the drinks came without much counting. Lotus sat beside it in the same tired strip mall, a narrow little place with a neon sign that flickered now and then, as if it couldn't quite decide whether to stay alive.

Carol had been going there for months, coming home each time with a kind of quiet glow about her, the tension worked out of her shoulders and something softer left behind in its place. There was always a scent, too, eucalyptus and a touch of vanilla that lingered on her skin and followed her into our bed, settling into the sheets. It was a familiar thing by then, that scent, and each time I caught it, it had a way of getting under my skin.

That night she slipped in beside me, her naked body warm and inviting under the covers, the way she always had. God blessed me with a woman whom all her life has slept in the nude.. I never argued with that. It made late night booty calls extremely easy and inviting. I'd be lying if I said I didn't take advantage of her naked state more often than not, reaching for her in the dark the way a man reaches for something he desperately needs and wants.

But my mind wasn't with Carol, not entirely. It kept circling back to the card, turning it over and over, worrying at it like a loose thread that wouldn't come free. I tried to set it aside, to give myself over to the moment, but a man's thoughts don't always bend to his better judgment.

"Hey," I said after a while, propping myself up on one elbow, the words coming out before I had fully decided on them. "This fell out of your yoga pants today."

I held the card out between us and watched her face the way a man does when he's looking for something he hopes he doesn't find. Her eyes flicked to the card, widened just a fraction, and then she laughed, a light, easy sound, as though there was nothing in it at all, as though whatever I thought I saw had already been explained away.

"Oh, that card?" she said, glancing at it with an easy smile. "David's my masseuse at Lotus. That's just his way of being friendly. Don't tell me you're jealous, baby. There's nothing to worry about. He's good at what he does, best hands in town, actually. You know how tense I get from work."

She turned toward me as she spoke, her fingers tracing my chest and circling my nipples, her touch easy and familiar in a way that drove me crazy with desire. Carol could do that, disarm me without seeming to try.

We'd been married eight years, long enough to know the shape of each other's ways. Our life together had never lacked for closeness, sex was fantastic and frequent, and yet there was always something more to her, a spark that didn't sit still for long. She had, from time to time, spoken of things just beyond our ordinary life, ideas about letting others share our bed. I'd always taken it for talk, nothing more. But sitting there with that card between us, it didn't feel like just talking anymore. It felt like something edging closer to the surface.

Truth be told, I had never been entirely closed to the idea of sharing our bed with others, at least in the safety of talk, depending on who the others were. Still, it's one thing to think on a thing, and another to have it standing right in front of you.

Still, something in me, call it pride, or something less noble, kept turning back to the card. 'XOXO?' I said, the words coming out slower now. 'You sure that's just friendly? It feels a little more than that.' I pushed myself up, the sheets falling away as I looked at her, searching for my answer.

Carol let out a small sigh and sat up beside me, her expression steady, patient in a way that made it hard to hold onto my doubts. "George,'" she said, "you've got nothing to worry about baby. I love you. But if it's stuck in your head like that, then come with me next time. Sit in, watch the whole thing. See for yourself and see it's just a massage. Nothing more."

There was a note in her voice, something close to a challenge, and a light in her eyes that made my cock twitch. I couldn't quite tell if she was drawing me in or setting me up to see something I wasn't ready for. Either way, I gave a small nod, telling myself I'd go along with it, sit quiet, keep my head, and not give in to the kind of jealousy that can get the better of a man.

Carol was in her usual getup, tight black spandex leggings that hugged her cute firm ass like a second skin and a tank top that showed off her toned arms and bare tight abs from all those Pilates classes. Her body could definitely turn heads; her dark hair tied back in a ponytail that swayed as she walked. I followed her inside, the bell above the door to signaled our arrival.

So, I took my wife up on her offer. The following Saturday, Carol and I pulled into the parking lot at Lotus Massage. It had rained not long before, and the air still held that damp heat, carrying the smell of wet pavement rising off the asphalt.

Carol dressed the way she always did for those visits, tight leotards, and dark leggings, simple, but with a way of fitting her that didn't go unnoticed. She moved easy and sure of herself, her hair pulled back, her cute ass shifting as she walked.

I followed her in, a step behind, the small bell above the door giving a thin ring as we entered.

The lobby was plain and without much care to it--just a few plants set about, some faded paintings of beach scenes on the walls, and a receptionist who looked up slow from her phone, as if we'd pulled her from something more interesting. From the backrooms came the low hum of music, soft and steady, the kind meant to settle a person whether they asked for it or not.

Carol signed her name without hesitation, then turned to me with a small smile that held a hint of mischief. 'Room three,' she said. 'You can sit in the corner. David won't mind. He already knows you're coming.'

The name settled in me heavier than it should have. David. I felt it there all the same, a quiet reluctance setting in before I'd even taken another step.

"David. Ugh," I was already dreading this.

When David stepped out from the hallway, I understood at once what had been troubling me. A man can sense these things David was built like a goddamn surfer god, tall, buff, with sun-kissed blonde hair cropped short and a tan that screamed weekends at the beach. His smile was the killer: wide, white, and sexy in that effortless way that made you either want to punch him or buy him a beer.

No wonder Carol liked coming here. He shook my hand firmly, his grip confident. "George, right? Carol's mentioned you. Make yourself comfortable dude. Glad to finally meet you. Grab a beer in the mini fridge if you want."

"How nice" I said sarcastically. Lord knows I needed a beer or three to relax.

Not wanting to come off as the jealous sort, I made myself step forward and speak. 'David,' I said, offering my hand, 'my wife tells me you're the best massage therapist around. Good to meet you..' I quickly grabbed a Stella from the mini fridge. Thank you very much.

He took my hand firm and easy, like a man used to meeting others without much trouble. 'Appreciate that,' he said. "Been at it a while. You do something long enough; you tend to get the hang of it." He gave me a small smile. 'I work on men too, so if you ever need to relax and get a great massage, just give me a call. I can help with tight muscles.'

I gave a short nod and moved off to the chair, settling into it as though it might steady me. There are thoughts a man has that he keeps to himself, and I had one then, sharp, and unhelpful. I knew better than to give it voice but knowing and doing don't always line up the way a man would like.

As I sat there watching, my thoughts began to turn in on themselves the way they sometimes do, circling back without much sense or order. Had she spoken of me to him? Had he been expecting me? It's a small thing but a man's mind has a way of making more of such things than they deserve. I muttered something under my breath then, low so no one but me could hear it.

The room itself was small and close; the walls painted a pale yellow that softened under the low light from a lamp set off to one side. In the center stood the massage table, covered in clean white sheets pulled tight and neat. The whole place carried the warm scent of oil and something faintly sweet beneath it.

Carol kicked off her shoes and pulled her top off over her head, as though there was nothing unusual in any of it. The rest followed just as easily. She had never been shy about her body, not with me, and not much with the world besides. And now she was standing there stark naked in front of her husband and David.

A man grows used to beauty when he lives beside it long enough, but that does not mean it loses its power over him. My wife's body was a masterpiece. Nice full pear-shaped breasts with nipples already standing erect in the cool air, a nicely trimmed patch of auburn hair above her pussy, and legs that went on forever. I found myself looking at her the way I always had, with equal parts gratitude and disbelief at my good fortune. A lucky man knows when luck has found him. She is the sexiest MILF I have ever laid eyes on.

Carol stretched out on the table face-down, her ass cheeks parting slightly as she settled, and I sat back in my chair in the corner, my jeans suddenly may too tight in the crotch, if you know what I mean. I should have worn some lose fitting shorts, forgot about the erection factor. Oh well.

David poured scented warm oil into his palms, rubbing them together with a slick sound that echoed in the room. "Okay let's work on those tense muscles, Carol." he rubbed his hands together, his voice low and smooth, like velvet.

Carol turned her head slightly against the table, smiling in a way that held both comfort and mischief. 'I've been looking forward to this all week,' she said. 'Work's been wearing me thin. I so need your magic touch' Then she glanced toward me in the corner. 'And my loving husband gets to sit back and watch your famous hands at work.' She then glanced back at me; her lips curving into a mischievous smile and blew me a sexy kiss.

I could not tell whether she meant to soothe me or provoke me. Maybe it was both. Whatever the case, I felt the pull of it all the same, desire and jealousy mixing together in that uneasy way they sometimes do inside a man." My cock stirred traitorously hard against my jeans, a mix of arousal and envy twisting in my gut.

He began the massage with the professional assurance of a man who knew his work well. His skillful hands moved across Carol's shoulders and down along her back,, thumbs digging into the knots along her back. The oil glistened on her skin, turning her naked body into a work of art. The room stayed quiet except for the low music and the occasional sound of his hands moving against her.

One thing was glaringly obvious. Curiously, enough David did not cover Carol's bottom with a sheet and Carol made no move to ask for one. It affected me more than I cared to admit.

I sat there with my arms folded, trying to carry myself easy, but as his hands traveled lower along her spine toward the cute dimples above her adorable ass, the feeling in the room began to change. Maybe it was only in my own mind, but somehow this massage no longer felt merely professional. It had some deeper undertones. Sensual undertones.

I told myself my place there was simply to watch and keep my thoughts to myself, to sit quietly and not let jealousy get the better of me. A man can do a fair amount of talking to himself when he's trying to stay reasonable.

David's hands moved lower, lingering at the small of her back in slow circles, and Carol let out a soft moan. 'Right there,' she murmured. 'That feels so good, you know how to touch me. Those hands ought to be famous.'

I'd had plenty of massages and to be candid I even had a happy ending or two in my younger days before I met Carol, So, up to this point at least, nothing before me seemed outside the respectable limits.

David gave a low chuckle. 'Just doing my job,' he said. "You so much tension in your lower back and glutes.' His hands moved lower as he spoke, grazing the swell of her ass cheeks, spreading oil in broad strokes that made her hips shift. Carol shifted beneath his touch but made no move to pull away. If anything, she arched into it, her thighs parting just enough to give me, and David, a glimpse of her pussy lips, already looking a bit moist either from the oil or arousal. I found myself paying closer attention--not just to my wife, but to the way his hands moved over her, and to the ease with which she let them.

I shifted in the chair, feeling the unease settle heavier in me. From where I sat, it no longer felt like simple massage work, no matter how I tried to reason it out in my own mind. There was something intimate in it now, something that stirred both envy and desire in equal measure. Still, I knew better than to let jealousy loose too quickly. Nothing good ever seemed to come from a husband losing his head.

But even knowing that, I heard myself speak. "Carol," I said, my voice carrying more strain than I intended, "this all seems a little...." I stumbled to find the right words.

She lifted her head just enough to look back at me, her ponytail falling over one shoulder.. There was affection in her face, but amusement too. "Honey, I love you baby," she said softly. "Relax. Sit back and relax. I'll take care of you later."

There was that spark again, challenging me to either protest or give in. I took another swig of stella and decided to sit back and enjoy the spectacle.

After a while, David moved down to her feet, lifting one gently into his hands and working at the arch with slow, steady pressure. The oil caught the light across her skin while his thumbs pressed into the balls of her feet, and she sighed deeply, her body melting under his touch.

"OMG, David," she murmured, 'My feet are in love with your touch. Please don't stop."

He glanced up then with a sexy grin of his and gave me a small wink, as though the three of us shared some understanding I had not yet agreed to. I found that I disliked him for it even while something restless stirred in me all the same. I also hated how my dick hardened at the sight of her feet being worshipped by his hands.

I sat there caught between two minds, the supporting husband trying to stay calm and the jealous fool wanting to read too much into every touch. Meanwhile his hands moved slowly along her calves, working the muscles there with a confidence that felt personal somehow, though he never crossed beyond the bounds of what might still be called professional. He stopped short of her ass which did make me wonder if he was being correct because hubby was watching.

By the time he asked her to turn over, Carol's face was flushed, her nipples hard peaks begging for attention.. David worked the oil across her shoulders and along her collarbone, then down to her breasts, cupping them briefly as he massaged the sides.

Carol lay there quiet for a moment, her eyes half closed then she bit her lip and I swear I saw her pussy begin to moisten and it was more than just oil. Then she reached out lightly and touched his forearm. 'That feels wonderful,' she said softly. After a moment she turned her head toward me. 'George, you ought to let David work on you sometime.'

I said nothing for a while. My throat had gone dry on me, and I sat there my hard cock straining against my zipper. A man can find himself stirred by things he does not entirely understand, and there is little use pretending otherwise.

Before long, the session ended. Carol rose slowly from the table and dressed without much hurry while David stepped aside to give her privacy enough. Then, just as easily as it had begun, the massage was over.

At the door he gave us that same easy grin of his. "Guys, Don't forget to drink some water," he said. Then he looked toward me. "You too George, watching a naked woman get a massage can wear a man out too."

The ride home carried a quiet tension in it, the kind that settles between two people even when neither wishes to name it outright. Carol finally broke the silence. "See sweetie?' she said lightly. "Nothing going on."

I kept my eyes on the road for a moment before answering. "Well,' I said, "from where I was sitting, that seemed like a fair bit more than your average massage.' I glanced over at her then. "Still... I suppose I can live with it."

Once we arrived home, Carol turned toward me then, her eyes looking into mine. "Well," she said softly, "now you know. Everything's been proper... unless you'd rather it not be."

She leaned closer as she spoke, her breath hot on my neck, her voice low and warm beside my ear, and for a moment I wondered if I'd heard her right at all.

"What is it you're thinking my little minx?" I asked quietly, studying her face. There was mischief in her smile, but something more serious beneath it too.

She smiled faintly before answering. "I've been thinking maybe it's time we stopped just talking about making friends," she said. "We invite David over one evening. Dinner. A few drinks. See where the night goes."

"I've been thinking about spicing things up. Inviting David over for dinner. You, me, him. He a single guy and seems lonely. "What do you say honey?"

For the time being words escaped me.

The Next Day

I spent most of the next day trying to put the whole thing out of my mind. I told myself I was making too much of it, that a massage was just a massage and nothing more if a man had the good sense to leave it there. But thoughts have a way of lingering once they take hold, and mine kept circling back to David and the easy familiarity between him and Carol.

What troubled me most was not the jealousy itself, but the fact that alongside it sat a kind of curiosity I could not shake. I found myself wondering what it might be like to have him in our home, away from the massage studio. I wondered what sort of chemistry the three of us might have together. It had been a long time since we entertained. In the end, the thought of having David over for dinner fascinated me.

By the time I wandered out into the backyard that morning, I still hadn't made peace with any of it. The new pool shimmered in the sun, clean and blue, and the smell of fresh-cut grass hung in the warm air. Carol had been bringing David up off and on since breakfast, speaking of it casually, as though inviting another man over for an afternoon swim was the most natural thing in the world. My wife is relentless when she is seeking an answer to a question.

"It'll be fun," she'd said over lunch. 'The pool's finished, the weather's perfect, and it might do you good to relax for once and socialize."

As she spoke, her bare feet brushed slowly along my calf beneath the table, light and knowing. I've always had a thing for my wife's sexy size 6.5 dancers feet. Carol understood me well enough to know the effect trivial things could have on me.

I laughed quietly and shook my head. 'You always did know how to get your way with me.'

Truth was, I had never been able to resist her for very long, and she knew that too.

So, with that I was committed to invite David to our house. Even so, the memory of David's hands on my wife stayed with me. Truth be told, it wasn't only David. The thought of any man laying hands on Carol in that familiar way stirred something possessive in me that I had never fully learned to master. Jealousy is an ugly thing in a man, but that doesn't stop it from taking root.

And yet, despite all that, I gave in. Curiosity had already gotten the better of me. Carol had. Either way, before I could talk myself out of it, I picked up my phone and sent David a text message.

"Hi David, this is George. Carol and I were wondering if you'd like to come by this afternoon for a get-together by the pool if you're free. Our new pool's finally finished and the weather's too good to waste indoors. Carol tells me you're off today so if your free some on over. Bring whatever beverage you'd like, swim trunks, and come relax with us by the pool around four."

I read it over twice before sending it, trying to make it sound casual, as though there was nothing beneath it but simple hospitality.

His reply came back not long after, a thumbs-up and a wink.

Funny how something so small could settle uneasy in a man's stomach. Still, it did."

Our house sat at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac where not much ever happened, the sort of neighborhood where afternoons passed slowly and the loudest sound was usually a lawn mower somewhere in the distance. But the pride of the place was the pool we'd just put in, a curved blue oval with a small waterfall spilling steadily into it, all tucked behind a tall redwood fence thick with jasmine vines. Once the gate closed behind you, the rest of the world felt a long way off.

Carol liked the privacy of it. She said tan lines ruined the point of sunshine, and I had never found much reason to argue with her logic. Besides both Carol and I both enjoy sunbathing nude as often as we can.

By late afternoon, the sun was at its height. I was out back testing the pool water Ph, wiping sweat from my forehead while the pump rattled softly beside me. The water shimmered clear and inviting.

Then the front doorbell rang.

I straightened slowly from the pump and stood there a second longer than necessary, already knowing who it would be.

Carol reached the door before I could, and a moment later I heard her laughter carry through the open windows, a cheerful laugh that already told me she was pleased he'd come.

Then David appeared out back with a towel over one shoulder and those dark swim trunks hanging low at his waist. A man notices certain things whether he means to or not, and David was built in the kind of way that drew attention without asking for it. Tall through the frame, broad in the shoulders, athletic, carrying himself with confidence.

At 6'2", he moved with that effortless athletic confidence. Tanned. Buff. Relaxed. Dangerous for sure, and I understood again why my mind had taken against him from the start. Some men walk into a place and shift the balance of it simply by being there. David was that sort. His rocking bod was visibly noticeable whether you're a man or a woman.

Carol followed close behind him, grinning ear to ear as though the whole afternoon had already turned into exactly what she'd hoped it might.

Carol came out carrying a tray of drinks, wearing her a red string bikini that barely held her small but firm tits in place. The thong bikini rode high on her hips, showing off her legs, her ass... everything. Her dark hair was loose, framing her face, and she carried a tray of drinks.

The glasses rattled softly with ice and lime as she set them down beside us. Gin and tonics, strong enough by the smell of them.

Pool party for three,' David said with a grin, tossing his towel onto one of the chairs. He looked around the yard slowly. "You weren't exaggerating, George. This beats that little massage place by a mile. And how about this chamber of commerce weather day?."

I nodded and tried to act easy about it all, though my attention kept wandering despite myself, from David standing there looking sexy in the sun, back to Carol beside him, smiling like she already knew something I didn't.

"Figured we'd change the scenery a little,' I said. "A little reggae music and beautiful weather by the pool."

I took a long swallow from my drink, the gin hitting harder than I expected on an empty stomach.

My eyes kept shifting from David's chiseled abs to my wife's cleavage. Her red bikini tops leaving the majority of the twins exposed.

Carol handed David his glass, and I noticed her fingers linger on his hand just a little longer than I would have liked. It meant nothing. Maybe it didn't.

Then she smiled at David in that playful way of hers. "Those trunks suit you,' she said lightly. Though I suspect you would look great in anything, or nothing. Oops, silly me, must be the gin talking already.' Carol laughed softly afterward, as though she'd surprised even herself with the remark.

David laughed with her, and I stood there holding my drink, wondering whether the afternoon was still harmless or whether we'd already crossed into dangerous territory.

David blushed a little at her remark, and I felt surprised as well. I remember thinking I had never heard flirty remarks like that from Carol before, not so openly, not with me standing there listening to it. Still, I tried to keep my calm and my thoughts to myself.

Then she did something neither of us seemed prepared for.

Her hands rose slowly to the tie behind her neck and rested there for a moment, tits half-covered, half-exposed, almost as though she meant to give us time to understand what she was about to do. Then, without hurry or embarrassment, she loosened the knot of her bikini top. The fabric slipped gently from her shoulders, and she caught it lightly in one hand before letting it fall away into the grass beside her chair.

There was nothing theatrical in the gesture.. She stood there easy as sunlight, unconcerned by either of our reactions. "My husband will tell you I hate tan lines. Hope you don't mind."

There are certain things a man notices at once whether he wishes to or not, and neither David nor I were untouched by the moment. In unison both our cocks stirred instantly.

David gave a quiet laugh and shook his head slightly, as though he was surprised by how quickly the afternoon had drifted beyond ordinary company. "Carol," he said, smiling at her, "you really are full of surprises babe."

Then he glanced toward the pool and back at my wife. Then in a surprise move. "Mind if I follow your lead?"

He hesitated only briefly before slipping off his board shorts with confidence. "I Can't stand tan lines either,'" he said lightly as he moved toward the water.

Carol's was all eyes on Dave's larger than life cock and I have to admit it was impressive. I though my eyes would pop out.

I had never thought poorly of myself in that regard, but standing there beside him, comparisons came whether I invited them or not. I could see how any woman would be fascinated to look at that specimen. One could describe it as comparable to a whale appendage.

Still, David made nothing of it. He only flashed an easy grin over his shoulder before diving cleanly into the pool, the water closing over him.

'Your turn guys,' he called back, his voice echoing lightly across the yard.

Carol stood there watching him for a moment longer, a faint smile touching the corners of her mouth. Then, with the same calm ease she'd shown all afternoon, her hands drifted to her hips. She slipped the last of her swimwear away slowly, unhurried, and entirely unashamed, before letting it fall softly into the grass beside her. Showing David and I a full view of that sexy curved and tanned ass and her happy trail.

She was definitely not in a hurry giving us a great show. Carol walked toward the edge of the pool very slowly, wiggling that cute little bottom, fully aware that her audience was watching. Every step felt intentional, her body moving with a quiet confidence that made it impossible to look away. Her tits open in the breeze with those erect little nipples poking out and her shaved pussy staring us both in the face with just a tuft of hair forming a small triangle.

Just before reaching the water, she glanced back over her shoulder with a playful little smile. 'Watch this,' she said.

Then she dove cleanly into the pool, sending water flashing into the air.

I stood there for only a second longer, the moment catching up to me, before I followed David and my wife in the pool. Pulling my shorts off on the way in.

The water hit cold against my cock... but it didn't slow anything down.

At first we drifted through the water without much purpose, letting the pool carry us where it pleased. No one said much. There was only the quiet sound of water moving against the sides of the pool. Our bodies beginning to relax in the water.

Beneath the surface of the water however, that was quite another story.

Now and then Carol and David crossed close to one another in the water, their legs brushing lightly before separating again. Noticeable.

At one point I passed close by Carol myself and let my hand drift along her side before grabbing her sexy ass before drifting away again, like it hadn't happened at all.

David did not miss me grabbing Carol's cute little ass and he winked at me, giving his approval.

Carol glanced back at me with a sexy smile, and when I looked toward David, I caught him watching the exchange with quiet amusement in his eyes.

The sun was beginning to go down, and the pool surface turned was shimmering, reflecting the sky.

"Before long the three of us had drifted close together near the deeper end, drinks balanced in our hands while our shoulders rose and fell gently with the water. The evening had settled into that quiet hour where people begin saying things they might have held back earlier in the day. The Gin and Tonic's were helping with that as well.

The conversation shifted without warning.

Carol took a slow sip from her glass and glanced toward David with a thoughtful little smile. 'You know... that first massage,' she said softly, then let the words hang there a moment as though turning the memory over in her mind before continuing.

She was letting the memory build before continuing.

"The way your thumbs worked into my shoulders..." she said softly, tilting her head back slightly as if she could still feel it. "Slow at first... then deeper..."

Her voice drifted after that. "I remember lying there feeling completely exposed," she said, absently, "and strangely comfortable with it at the same time in your magical care."

She smirked faintly. "And that sheet didn't stay in place for very long did it David."

David blushed. "I asked you if you wanted to keep the sheet on and you said no."

She laughed then, splashing a bit of water in my direction. "George thought I was cheating," she said, her eyes locking onto mine. "But now he knows..." Her smile deepened. "... it was just a massage with maybe some innocent flirting."

David's grin spread slowly.

"The session before last... how about that one?" he said, his voice lower now. "With the blindfold..."

Carol's expression shifted slightly and she began to blush. "David? You said you would keep that as our secret."

My mind was racing "Blindfold, how's that fit into a normal massage session."

He moved closer to Carol without making a show of it, David's hand finding her arm, his finger tracing a slow line down her skin.

"It added to your experience, you couldn't see anything," he continued. "You had no idea where I was... or what I was going to do next..."

His finger kept moving up and down Carols arm, unhurried.

"You were reacting to every little touch. It definitely intensifies the sense of touch. And you were such a sweet and beautiful client. I had to try it with you."

Beneath the surface, there was no hiding how things were shifting gears.

Carol swam to the shallow end and pulled herself out onto the steps. Water streamed down her body as she stretched out, legs parted just enough...

"My feet are killing me from yoga today," she said, wiggling her toes. "David... you any good with those hands outside the studio?"

He didn't hesitate.

He climbed out, kneeling at her feet. His cock was fully hard now, pointing up toward his stomach. There was no hiding the fact that my naked flirtatious wife was turning him on.

Carol gasped when she saw her effects on David. "David, you are magnificent."

"Always," he said softly.

He took her foot in his hands.

Watching him touch her like that, slow, deliberate, it did something to me.

He pressed his thumbs into the arch of my wife's bare feet.

She sighed.

Then he lifted her foot... kissed it... and sucked her big toe into his mouth.

"Fuck... that's so sexy," she whispered.

Her hand drifted to her breast. She played with her nipple. Pulling it gently.

I stayed in the water, watching... almost invisible, my hand slipping down to my own cock. I began slowly jerking it. I was already rock hard. I was paralyzed with lust and envy.

He worked her feet like they were the center of everything. Alternating worshiping first one foot and then the other.

Tongue tracing her arch.

Licking the water from her feet.

Massaging. Kissing. Sucking.

Completely focused on my wife's delicate sexy feet.

I couldn't look away.

I moved to the wall and positioned my hard cock against the pool jet, the strong, steady pressure adding a sharp edge to the sensation as I began to move my hard cock in and out of the jet stream. I began watching Carol's toes curl in his mouth.

"Suck my toes David, suck them harder," she said.

He was more than willing to comply with her command.

I moved my cock faster and positioned myself closer to the pool jets. The sensation of the jets against my hard cock was driving me wild. My legs were beginning to shake, and I could see some precum beginning to escape from the tip of my hard cock. I was enjoying being a voyeur to my wife and David.

Carol spread her legs wider for David... her pussy glistening now. Even from the pools edge it was clear to see she was hot for David and wanted him inside her.

"God, David, you're obsessed with my feet," she teased.

She pressed both her feet to his face. He inhaled them deeply... rubbing his face against them. I knew all too well the musky smell of her delightful feet and toes.

Finally, Carol was giving in to temptation. I watched as her hand slid down to her wet pussy.

His cock was massive and hard as a rock. I knew what was coming. That it was just a matter of time before David would give into his desires.

My cock was hard and throbbing. I was fascinated watching this take place.

I was getting closer to shooting my cum in the pool water.. Emptying my balls while watching my wife come on to another man.

He poured some of his gin and tonic over her feet... licking it off, slow and thorough.

Carol was finger-fucking herself now, wet sounds mixing with the pool water.

"Fuck baby... you're gonna make me cum...," Carol began to moan.

He moved up her body... then buried his face between her legs pushing Carols fingers aside.

His tongue drove into her my wife's dripping pussy.

I could not believe my eyes.

At the same time, his hands still holding her feet, massaging them.

"Don't stop David. Gawd please do not stop. Game over..." Carol moaned loudly.

I lost it.

My cock pulsed against the pool jets, strands of my cum shooting into the pool as my body shook. I felt like my balls were turning inside out. It was obvious I had shot my wad watching David eat my wife's pussy.

Carol noticed looking over David's shoulder she could see what I was up to. I couldn't hide the fact that I was cumming hard, she knew the signs. She just smiled. I could see she approved.

David kept going at her open pussy. Putting his tongue slow and hard against her clit.

Carol finally screamed as she came hard moments later. Her legs quivering and her toes curling and even squirting a little into David's mouth.

Then everything escalated further.

He stood, still rock hard.

Carol pulled him onto a chair and straddled him... guiding him into her already wet pussy.

"Fuck me while my hubby George watches."

I climbed out of the pool, still catching my breath... but beginning to get hard again.

I knelt beside them, watching his massive cock stretch my wife's pussy out.

"Join us baby," she said, grabbing my cock.

I stepped close to Carol and David still fucking hard.

I watched my wife's hand on my hard cock, tip dripping with precum while David plowed my wife's pussy. I could see his massive dick stretching her out. Pulling her labia lips in and out with each thrust of his cock.

It was a savage thing to watch his cock work on Carol. Her head tilted back and she began to moan in a low guttural manner.

Her legs and feet began to quiver resting on David's shoulders, and I saw David's legs begin to tense up and he stood on tiptoes ramming his cock repeatedly into Carol's shaved wet pussy.

My wife began let go on Davids cock her juices wetting his balls flowing down the chair onto the pool deck.

The sight was too much for me as her hand was jerking me off vigorously lubricated by my precum. I could not hold back my body tense, and I let out a yell as I emptied my balls onto my wife's hand.

Moments later David and Carol came simultaneously as David collapsed onto Carol. Both were drenched in sweat from our heated session in the Florida sun and the area smelled like sex. As Carol eventually got up I could see David's cum leaking from her worked over pussy.

For a while nobody spoke. There did not seem much need for words after something like that. The waterfall beside the pool kept spilling steadily into the water, soft and constant, while somewhere beyond the fence a dog barked and a lawn sprinkler clicked to life in a neighboring yard. Ordinary sounds. Strange how the world keeps moving along unchanged even after something inside a man has shifted.

Carol finally rose slowly from the chair and looked between the two of us with an expression I had never quite seen on her before. There was affection in it. David reached for her hand without thinking, and she let him hold it there a moment before easing away.

I remained where I was, still trying to gather my thoughts into something that made sense. What troubled me was not what had happened, I had watched every moment of it willingly enough, but the force of my own reaction to it. Jealousy had been there, certainly. No man could watch another touch his wife so intimately without feeling some ache of possession rise in him. Yet tangled up beside that jealousy had been something else entirely. Excitement. Curiosity. Desire stronger than reason.

I searched myself for an answer and found none waiting there. Maybe there are wants in a man that stay hidden from him until the right moment drags them into the light. Maybe marriage itself changes shape over the years, stretching to contain things a younger version of yourself would never have understood. Or maybe the heart simply takes strange turns when love, pride, and longing all meet in the same place at once.

Whatever the truth of it was, I knew only this: I had watched another man make love to my wife beneath the Florida sun, and instead of feeling broken by it, some deep restless part of me had come to embrace it.

And sitting there beside the water as dusk settled over the yard, I could not shake the feeling that something between Carol and I had changed for good.

There are things in this life a man cannot fully explain, even to himself. But of one thing I was certain as the night settled around us: whatever came, Carol and I were bound to one another in a way neither time nor temptation could undo.