Massage. Confession #37

Hubby has suggested that I go get a massage today. I have been struggling with major pain in my upper back and shoulders for a few days now and I can't take it anymore. And Hubby can't take my complaining any more either, I suppose. So he is sending me out to get a professional massage. 

The last time I got a killer rub-down, I went to a friend of mine who is a massage therapist.

Richard is a good-looking blonde guy who is married to my friend Jasmine. They have an open marriage, too, and we've done a little playing with them. They are both massage therapists and have their own business, but when I called Jasmine to make the appointment, I told her I wanted him. I needed a deep, firm, and solid release. And, that's exactly what I got.

When I ask a hot male massage therapist "How do you rub naked bodies all day and not get totally turned on by it?", it's essentially an invitation to fuck me. And, judging by the bulge in Richard's pants at the question, he was eager to succumb to my seduction.

And, so when he finished massaging my body, he set to massaging my cunt. I didn't need much priming, his strong hands all over my body had already lubed me up. After prompting me for a condom (I am always prepared), Richard climbed on top of me and fucked me the way a good masseur should ~ firmly but comfortably and ending with a requisite, resplendent, and far-reaching release. It, of course did not take either one of us long to get there. And, when we were finished we were both positively  thrilled to have consummated our session on such a "happy" note. 

Fantasy fulfillment for two. I wonder how today's massage will compare.