It had been several years since Danny, my husband's coworker, had been invited over to watch me masturbate, only to end up fucking me and giving me a large load of his cum down my throat.
Read "Temptations of a Christian Wife" for the full story, followed by the fantasy.
As I had done in my previous true stories, after succumbing to the lust for sex with another man and losing myself to the intense pleasures, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and shame creeping in. Despite the overwhelming ecstasy, I knew that my actions went against my marriage vows and my Christian beliefs.
My husband, once again, conceded to my wish to remain the loyal Christian wife I longed to be. I spent years fighting the socially forbidden urges of what my body yearned for, thinking that my thoughts were perverse and unnatural. My hidden fantasies always contained multiple men who I didn't know taking turns fucking me until they were all spent and I was a throbbing, orgasmic mess beneath them, leaking their sperm from my ravished, yet always willing, pussy.
I didn't understand that if I had just accepted my deepest desires, I could have found a way to explore them in a healthy and consensual manner, rather than feeling shame and guilt. It took time for me to realize that my desires were valid and deserving of fulfillment, leading me to eventually embrace my sexuality with honesty and self-acceptance. In the end, I didn't want to be the completely submissive, passive woman my fantasies perceived me to be; I wanted to be in complete control as I allowed myself to enjoy sex in a way that my body yearned for.
Among the men I worked with, one in particular enjoyed teasing me about my petite stature and my "great ass," as he so eloquently put it. He liked to say my ass was "the carrot men follow everywhere I go." We had enjoyed a few years of what would be considered HR-inappropriate conversations, so I don't know why my body reacted the way it did after the statement.
"I would really like to see the insides of your jeans."
After that seemingly innocent comment, the toggle switch for my libido seemingly broke off and has yet to be repaired; I just didn't realize it as of yet. At work, my nipples would tingle, making my pussy wet. If it wasn't so pleasurable, it would have been annoying.
My husband and I had been enjoying sex around once a week to six times a month, but after David's comment about my jeans, along with the fact that my husband and I had recently begun to bring the memory of my being shared into our bed, my desire for sex had been steadily climbing, which my husband definitely noticed but was smart enough not to say anything about.
David found amusement in probing my thoughts, and one day, he posed the unexpected question, "Have you ever had a happy ending massage?" He explained the concept to me, which only increased my confusion about how my body reacted.
Usually, I assumed a more submissive role in the bedroom, making it difficult for me to initiate sex. However, one Friday night, I experienced a surge of sexual assertiveness and enthusiasm, leading to a desperate craving for sex.
When my husband returned home that day, I was waiting in bed, naked, with the sheets thrown to the floor. I demanded his attention, and he expertly provided it in a vigorous manner that left me breathless and satisfied, even as his cum seeped down my ass and into the bed; however, my thirst was only temporarily satisfied.
We both agreed later on that this weekend was my sexual awakening that my body desperately longed for. Over that weekend, I was consumed with intense desire, demanding more sex than I had ever experienced, yet never finding satisfaction. Although my husband did not object, we ultimately had sex nine times during that period. If he were able to give me more, I would have eagerly accepted it.
"What's gotten into you?" he finally asked after we both caught our breath that Sunday morning after filling me yet again.
"I just needed you," I told him truthfully.
"No, I'm not buying that; there's something going on, and I want to hear it," he insisted. "You have asked for more sex in one weekend than in the last year. What's going on?" he said as we dressed and fixed our morning coffee.
Knowing that the day wouldn't progress until I addressed his questions, I explained the comment David made about the insides of my jeans, along with a few other remarks about my body, including being called a "home wrecker" for disrupting men's thoughts and leading them to consider what they would like to do with me.
Fortunately, my husband is not a jealous man. After he got done laughing, he said, "Sounds like you're causing a lot of pent-up sexual tension."
"Very funny," I told him. "I don't mean to. They started 'accidentally' dropping things by me and asking me to pick them up. It took me a while to figure out they were doing it on purpose just so I would bend over for them." After my husband got a good laugh at my expense, I then asked if he had ever heard of a happy ending massage.
"Of course, it means men who receive sexual pleasure from a female masseuse. Why do you ask?"
"I was thinking about it for me," I tentatively told him, nervous about the conversation the subject might elicit.
My husband looked at me nonchalantly, wondering what I was saying. "You're going to have to do better than that. What are you trying to say?" he asked, his face unreadable and betraying no hint of emotion.
"I'm saying," I started, my heart thudding wildly against my ribs, "I think I would like to experience one." Never in my life had I ever been so sure of myself and so scared of his response, not knowing what he would think of me.
He simply replied, "You do realize that an actual happy ending massage is mostly illegal, and an actual masseuse could lose their license if caught?"
"That explains why I couldn't find any listed here, but I did find one; he's in Australia," I told him. "He does what he calls sexually therapeutic massages for couples and teaches them how to do it."
"Let me try to understand: you have been considering this for some time, doing research, and have learned about an individual who massages and then fucks other men's wives or girlfriends and refers to it as group therapy? That's one hell of a business model," my husband stated plainly, but at least with a smile on his face.
I simply replied, "Yes," not deterred by what he might think of my findings. I knew we wouldn't fly to another country solely to have sex with a masseuse; I was simply curious about how it would work.
He said, with skepticism, "So, what I'm hearing is that you want to have sex with another man, and you want him to fuck you under the pretense that he's giving you a penetrating, full-body, exterior, and interior massage?"
Again, not being deterred, I honestly admitted, "Yes." My pussy, already filled with a hot load an hour before, was becoming engorged again with blood. Even I was surprised by my tenacity, the ease with which the conversation flowed, and the intensity of my desire. I had previously vowed to refrain from participating in any additional extramarital relations, and yet here I was telling my husband that I not only wanted but also needed to have sex with other men. This time, though, it was on my terms.
"Have you figured out how we would make the arrangement happen?" he asked.
Truthfully, I had not. I was hoping he might have some ideas. "No, all I know is that I want it more than I've wanted anything," was all I said.
Hubby then stood, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom, where he fucked again. He'd been wanting to share me for quite some time, and now, I was practically begging for him to do so.
That day, we built a profile on a swingers site that he found. We must have received hundreds of responses, mostly of the type, "Hey baby, let's fuck." Another common message was, "I see you're new; let's hook up. Are you available tonight?" Additionally, the pictures they sent featured men who were twice my age, appeared out of shape, and seemed desperate for female attention.
We spent most of Sunday clicking through profiles, but we didn't find any matches. I was shocked at how many men thought they could just send a crude message and expect a positive response.
THE MASSAGE.
Unbeknownst to me, my husband had been conversing with a man he believed could be the perfect masseuse for our happy ending for a couple of weeks. I hadn't realized it, but I had actually chosen him when my husband put pictures of guys in front of me, asking yes or no. Jeff was a yes.
With permission to fulfill my fantasy, my husband escorted me to a hotel on a Saturday night, where he informed me that I would receive a relaxing massage.
As I lay on the bed, he had me put on a blindfold. I was unsure if this was just another one of his games, where he would give me a massage while I wore the blindfold, or if the hands that would touch me belonged to someone I had yet to meet. Either way, I was excited at the prospect of a massage and a night out with my husband.
Along with the blindfold, I was wearing a pink robe and black panties. Hubby started to "warm me up" with his hands when suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Oh my God," was all I could think when I realized that my husband's hands were on me during the knock and that he had not left to impersonate another man.
"She's in the other room," I heard my husband say after opening the door. The other person didn't say a word, but I heard movement from two distinct individuals, making the fact that we were no longer alone a reality. My heart raced as I tried to calm myself for what was to come.
Suddenly, my masseuse started by physically adjusting both me and my robe to prepare for the massage. As my robe lay on my waist so as to give me some sort of modesty, I felt his hands begin to work my shoulders and eventually down my back. I allowed moans of pleasure to escape my lips as his skilled hands worked out the tension in my muscles. The warm oil he used added to the relaxation as I felt myself sinking deeper into a state of bliss. The combination of his expert touch and the fact that I was expecting more than just a massage added to the anticipation and excitement building inside me.
Moving to my legs, he respectfully shifted my robe to cover my hips, making me think that maybe the treatment wasn't an intimate massage, that maybe my husband had actually hired a real masseuse. Moving to the foot of the bed, which was where my head was, he made a show of slowly sliding my robe off of my body completely, leaving me practically naked with only my panties between us. I was so relaxed that I didn't realize how exposed I was until I felt his hands move from my shoulders to my waist and hips in one smooth motion, which indicated that his hands were going under my panties and pulling them down below my ass cheeks to expose my naked butt.
The man, without hesitation, massaged my ass as if it were just another part of my body, bringing me to a high state of arousal as he touched me. When I felt his thumbs gliding between my ass cheeks, I knew we were finally making the progress I had hoped for.
He then moved beside me and resumed on my thighs, parting them so his hands could reach the junction between my legs. Feeling him bump or barely brush my center made me jump, and I could feel my pussy starting to become engorged. He then raised his hand, but instead of avoiding my intimate area, he cupped my entire vulva and pressed it into me, igniting me with his touch. Moaning in acknowledgement and approval of what was about to happen, he took my panties down to my knees and began rubbing my pussy directly, eventually sliding a finger inside, then two.
All pretense was now gone as his fingers stayed lodged inside of me, moving until I could feel my first of many orgasms getting closer. The first words were spoken when I could hold back no more, saying, "Oh god, you're going to make me cum." He then quickened his movements, fingering me aggressively until I growled and came all over his fingers.
I thought that perhaps this would be the end of the massage, but I was mistaken. He then moved the bulge in his shorts against my hand. I wanted the pleasure so bad that I started rubbing him as he continued to caress my vagina and ass. Finally, he pulled his cock out, and it landed in my hand so I could stroke him, but that only lasted a minute as he moved to my head. Understanding what he wanted and with my blindfold still in place, I opened my mouth and let him slide his cock between my lips so I could suck him.
Acknowledging that it was time, he turned me so my legs were now pointing towards him. He then spread my legs and dove in head first, savoring the most exquisite meal he had ever experienced. He moaned as he licked my ample juices from my labia, spreading them with his tongue as he ate me out. He spoke the first words as he stood several minutes later, grasping my legs to pull me toward him, stating, "I am going to fuck you now, Kara," making every nerve jump as his voice made everything real. I felt his body press against mine, his breath hot on my skin as the head of his cock pushed against the opening of my labia, which spread willingly to welcome him inside until he was embedded as deep as he could go.
His moans escaped as he savored the feel of being inside of another man's wife. He was just as excited as I was as he started fucking me hard, bringing me to my third and fourth orgasm, wetting his thighs with the flow of my excitement.
I had entirely forgotten about my husband until he sat next to my head and took off my blindfold, finally allowing me to see the man who was currently inside of me. I was delirious with the pleasure as he continued to thrust into me, completely losing myself in the moment.
"Hi, Kara," my masseuse smiled as he slowed his thrusting to a slow pace. "I'm Jeff, nice to meet you." I was pleasantly surprised as he leaned over to kiss me for the first time. I smiled back, placing my hands on his chest and wrapping my legs around his.
"Hi, Jeff, it's a pleasure to meet you as well," I moaned in satisfaction as our bodies writhed together.
He grinned and stated, "I am having a difficult time resisting; your pussy is like a vise." He then ground his loins into mine and sighed. "I sincerely hope you allow me to cum inside of your gorgeous pussy."
With my arms now around his body, I could feel his cock throbbing inside of my core. "Fuck me, cum deep inside of me; do it," I said a little too aggressively as I realized that a complete stranger was about to send millions of his sperm into my married vagina. "Please, I want your cum."
Jeff smiled and looked into my eyes as he started pounding me harder than before, eliciting a series of moans and gasps from me. "I can't hold back any longer," he whispered through gritted teeth, his movements becoming more urgent and intense. My body responded eagerly, matching his rhythm as we both reached the peak of ecstasy together.
"FUCK," he yelled as multiple ropes of cum shot out of his cock, traveling deep into my pussy, soaking my cervix with another man's DNA as his hips continued thrusting into me until his spasms subsided. He remained inside me for a long time, resting on top of me and sharing passionate kisses, which made me anxious about how my husband had witnessed me lose all composure as a good, loyal wife while orgasming on another man's cock.
Suddenly, I heard my husband's voice express his approval: "Between the kissing and the sex, the kissing was even hotter, if that is possible." We all shared a laugh as Jeff finally dislodged himself from between my legs. Instantly, I felt a warm gush of his semen start running out of my entrance and down my ass, a sensation I desperately wanted to continue to experience.
Neither Jeff nor I made any move to dress, and it was getting a little awkward; that is, until hubby finally told me, "We have the room for the night. Jeff and I discussed it and agreed that if you two got along well, he could stay. I told him how much you love morning sex, so what do you think, Kara? Would you like to have morning sex with Jeff?
"While you think about this," he added, "I'll go to the other room." He winked. "Would you like to borrow my wife for an hour or so, Jeff?"
"I would love to keep her company," Jeff said as he leaned in for another kiss.
As a voyeur, my husband surprised me by deciding to excuse himself, but he later explained that I had already mentally checked out before he left, allowing him to watch for a few more minutes. "Watching you slowly making out with a guy in bed was the best part of the night," he told me later.
Not long after, Hubby listened as his wife screamed and moaned under the ministrations of another man. Jeff took his time fucking me, giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible from a man who wasn't my husband. He was a very oral person and insisted on eating my pussy for the longest time. I was in heaven when I saw hubby with a camera snapping a few pictures before he again walked to the other room.
"I tried to count how many orgasms you had while he fucked you," hubby later told me, "but I lost count about halfway through."
Although it was already late, we decided to continue our conversation at a nearby restaurant, where my husband could properly introduce me to the man who had just given me my first-ever happy ending massage. "I hope you enjoyed it; you were my first married woman," he said.
"Oh, I enjoyed it alright, thank you."
A few hours later I was in the shower with Jeff, using all of the hot water. In bed, my husband fucked me from behind as I sucked Jeff some more before hubby told me to enjoy myself; he then watched as Jeff and I had sex yet again. Finally, as we slept, I cuddled with my husband to make sure he was okay with everything. I was unsure how long we had been sleeping when I felt a stirring behind me. It was Jeff. I waited as he gradually inserted himself into my still wet vagina. I reached back for him and pulled him in as his thrusts became more haphazard until he shoved one last time, releasing himself inside me.
Hearing a quiet "thank you," I felt Jeff turn over to go back to sleep. I knew I should have cleaned up, but the feel of his seed seeping from me was too intoxicating. I wasn't sure how long afterwards, but Jeff again woke me by touching my body from behind. This time he didn't want to just fuck me. Turning me towards him, we made out for an extended period of time before he rolled between my open legs, entering me yet again. To avoid disturbing my husband, we proceeded at a leisurely pace while his powerful shaft did things to me that should have been exclusively reserved for my husband. Shortly afterward, I pushed him away from my body, enabling me to mount him.
The next day, my husband told me that he watched me ride Jeff during the night and said, "It was extremely erotic seeing my wife doing something so naughty." Fortunately, my husband felt secure enough to allow me to focus solely on my pleasure.
That night was the start of many nights of exploring our deepest desires together. We discovered a new level of intimacy and connection that brought us even closer as a couple.
That's the end of my first happy ending. It was a blissful experience that I will always cherish.
Needless to say, I have yet to fall back into my society-stricken "moral" beliefs that prevented me from exploring my sexuality to the fullest. I love sex, and I love loving sex. I have finally found true freedom in embracing my identity as a very sexual woman who is unapologetically in touch with her desires and enjoys exploring them without shame.
Thank you for reading my stories, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy sharing them with you. To answer a common question: Yes, most of my photos are of me, but the one at the top of this story is from the massage this refers to.
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