I’m sitting in my hotel room three thousand miles away from home on a business trip, watching my wife on my laptop.  Our hidden cam is working perfectly. My stomach churns with excitement as I watch the screen.

Daniel comes into view and moves over to her.  My beautiful wife looks toward the camera and smiles. She then closes her eyes and relaxes as Daniel gently adjusts the burgundy sheet covering her from her shoulders down to her ankles.

He pours some massage oil into his hands and rubs them together.  I can hear Chelsea sigh as his warm hands glide smoothly along her arms.  Not a word is spoken, as Daniel works his magic.

I feel my heart pounding in my chest as Daniel’s strong hands caress her skin, working her tired muscles. I realize how lucky I am to have a wife who enjoys letting her husband watch another man give her a massage.

Daniel has a reputation for being the best masseur in town; he has a large clientele.  Judging from the number of Chelsea’s friends who get massages from him regularly, it would be safe to say half the women in town avail themselves of Daniel’s magic hands. 

I got a massage a couple of years ago from him, and he was very good at what he did, but I prefer to be massaged by a woman, and I never went back for another one.   Chelsea, on the other hand, has sworn for years that Daniel works miracles on her and, as such, rarely misses her weekly massage.

How is it that I’m watching my wife on a hidden cam?  Earlier in the day, Chelsea texted me to say that Daniel would be making a house call to give her a massage that evening, instead of her going to his studio in town.  She said I should log onto the cam and watch.

I take a sip of wine, look out my hotel window at the lights across the water, then glance back at my screen. 

Daniel is standing at Chelsea’s head, working her neck and shoulders. He is bent over her as he works his way down to her wrists. I can clearly see the outline of her nipples as they jut through the thin fabric of the sheet.  I think of all the possibilities as Chelsea lies there, as she focuses on his warm hands and the way they stroke her skin so deeply and seductively.

I feel myself harden as I watch Daniel take each one of Chelsea’s hands in his and caress them as he has countless times before.

I wonder if he has ever gone beyond the 'normal' guidelines as a professional masseur with his clients.  If so, I’m certain Chelsea would have told me all the sordid details.

Since we enjoy a cage-free, open marriage, we have no restrictions on each other and openly celebrate and take pleasure in each other’s pleasure.  If Chelsea and Daniel had ever done anything, I would certainly know about it.  Well, at least I think I would.

My mind starts to fantasize about Daniel seducing my wife, not knowing I’m watching.  I get increasingly aroused as I watch the scene before me, hoping that I might see something other than just a massage. I envision his fingers teasing her adorable, erect, pink nipples.

Wish as I will, Daniel is very professional as he works one hand, then the next, bending over her to reach across when necessary. As he does, his elbow accidentally grazes Chelsea’s breast, and a small smile forms on her lips.

I get more aroused as I see him staring down at her with a slight smile crossing his face.  "Feel good?" he asks innocently. Chelsea nods her head as her nipples tighten even further, making them impossible not to notice through the sheet.  Daniel looks down at them appreciatively, and I can clearly see a look of lust and desire darken his eyes.

After a long pause, he asks, "May I?" 



"Please,” she whispers back. My heart beats faster as I watch him slowly pull down the sheet to her belly, exposing my wife’s naked breasts to his gaze. He reaches out one hand to cup her left breast, and as he does, he begins to flick his thumb over her nipple.  I can tell by her breathing and the look on her face that it feels good.

I take a full gulp of wine and reach inside my jeans to adjust my cock, which is suddenly rigid with intrigue.  My heart is racing, and I can feel my blood pressure rise along with my interest.

Daniel notices the look of pleasure on Chelsea’s face.  I can now hear moans escaping from her parted lips. His touch grows bolder. He reaches out his other hand to her other breast and begins to caress and tease that one so that both are being lavished with his attention.

I can clearly see Chelsea’s breath quicken along with mine as Daniel’s touch continues.  He rolls her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them, stretching them, and when she sighs, he says, "You have such beautiful breasts, may I taste them?"

I am frozen in time as I watch the scene unfold before me.  Clearly not what I had expected, but certainly what I had fantasized about.  In all honesty, I was shocked at what I was watching.  All these years, I thought Chelsea was getting just a regular massage once a week, and Daniel was a straight-laced licensed professional masseur. 

Clearly, I have been mistaken, and my wife has been a naughty girl getting secret erotic massages without my knowledge.  I felt myself getting even more turned on, thinking about how naughty Chelsea has been and is being right now.

If she did not want me to know about her secret massages, she most definitely would not have invited me to watch her tonight.  God, I love my wife!

My heart nearly stops at the sight of Daniel lowering his mouth down to first one breast, then the other. I can only imagine how her sweet little nipples feel and taste in his mouth as he licks and sucks first one, then the other.

I can’t take it any longer and unzip my jeans to free my cock.  I take another gulp of wine.

It feels as though Daniel seems to understand that Chelsea’s nipples have always been the center of her sexual pleasure and the key to unlocking the door to her sexual desire.

As I continue to watch my wife being massaged, it is becoming clear that this is not her first rodeo with Daniel.  I stroke my swollen cock as he works her rosy buds expertly.  Daniel's teeth now start to graze and nip at her nipples, stretching them, biting them, sending shockwaves of sensation directly to what I sense is her very wet, throbbing pussy.

I am spellbound, and I must be careful not to cum from the sight of my wife experiencing sheer pleasure with her masseur. 

The naughtiness of what she is allowing him to do to her while I watch clandestinely has my balls tingling with desire.  I can tell from Daniel’s face that he is half out of his mind with passion and pleasure. 



After several minutes of blissful attention to Chelsea’s lovely, firm breasts, she grabs him and pulls his mouth down to hers, savoring a deep kiss. Watching my wife kiss Daniel is almost as delicious as watching his wet mouth on her hungry breasts. Their tongues dance around each other, tasting and touching and swirling as I watch on in unbelief.

My heart skips a beat as Chelsea sits up, pushes Daniel back away from the table, and motions for him to switch places with her.

I continue to stroke my cock as she slowly pulls off his shirt and unzips his jeans. His large, hard cock bobs up and down as he frees himself from his jeans, then lies down on the table.

Chelsea looks directly into the cam and smiles as she climbs up astride him.  Once again, I must hold back from shooting my load as she bends down to kiss him.  Her breasts brush against his chest. He moans against her lips.



“I want to fuck you,” Daniel whispers as he grabs her hips, pulling her down onto his chest.

I could tell his cock was pressing against my wife’s juicy opening. He grabs her ass to push his cock further against her center. To penetrate her.

Instead of letting him slide into her, she moves up his body so that her dripping pussy paints his stomach, then his chest with her sweet, slippery nectar.

I’m having a hard time getting my head wrapped around how comfortable my wife is with me watching her unveil the secret she has been withholding from me for years.  I’m in awe of her ability to keep it to herself.  I’m even a bit proud of her for being able to enjoy herself without telling me.  If I had been the one getting laid weekly, I would not have been able to keep quiet.  We love to share stories of our extracurricular naughtiness.  Well, at least most of them, as it turns out.

Daniel pulls Chelsea up his chest until she is straddling his hungry mouth, and lowers herself onto his face as he eagerly begins lapping at her, savoring her juices, which are now flowing freely.  

His hands cup her breasts as she looks over at the camera, smiles, closes her eyes, and throws her head back. 

I stroke my aching cock as I watch Daniel devour my wife’s deliciously wet pussy.

He greedily sucks at her juicy center. I gulp wine as I stroke my cock and try to imagine what he is feeling as his lips and tongue pleasure my wife’s delicious cunt.  

Chelsea rocks her hips back and forth over his face, sealing her gushing womanhood against his nose and mouth. There's nowhere for him to go but upward as he presses his face deeply into her smoothness, licking and lapping and sucking her into a frenzy.

I am on fire with a love so huge as I watch Chelsea slide her body higher so that his tongue can at last find her swollen clit.

I hear her moan, and she looks at the cam again as he starts licking her in never-ending circles, swirling his tongue around her clit and making her quiver with pleasure.  

Her hips are now bucking wildly against his face as I try my best to keep from cumming myself.  Daniel holds her down firmly against him so his long, stiff tongue can wreak its delicious havoc on her engorged pussy.

I am out of my mind with desire.  I want to be the one sucking on her clit and feeling her breasts.  But at the same time, I am experiencing so much pleasure watching her experience pleasure, I don’t want the two of them to stop.

We are both so close to cumming, as she rocks back and forth against his lips, feeling nothing but his glorious tongue on her most sensitive spot. I can hardly hold back as he opens his mouth wider to start nibbling on her clit.  She moans in ecstasy as his tongue works its magic on her.

Slowly, Chelsea slides off his mouth and once again kisses him. Licking her sweet juices from his mouth hungrily.

“May I suck your cock?” she whispers as she turns toward the cam and smiles.

I'm amazed at how comfortable Chelsea is with her question.

“Please,” Daniel replies, as she slides back down his body.

She gets on her knees between his legs, takes hold of his cock, and takes him deep into her mouth.  The sight of his cock in her mouth is almost more than I can bear.  The last time I watched her suck a guy’s cock, my cock was inside her beautiful, wet pussy, and I came almost instantly.  This time, I’ll try my best to keep from cumming until Chelsea has cum.

As she continues to suck his rock-hard cock, she turns toward the cam again and smiles while she swirls her tongue around the tip, then sucks him back into your mouth until his balls are the only thing showing.  God how I love to watch her suck cock.

I love to watch Chelsea work her magic on a well-deserved cock. Many times, I have watched in utter amazement as she pleasures a man to the point of near hysteria.  Her oral skills are second to none.  How I wish it were her mouth on my cock right now instead of my hand.

I stroke my cock as Chelsea pulls her mouth from Daniel’s cock and slowly kisses her way back up to his mouth, where their tongues once again begin to dance together. 

Chelsea places her knees on the outside of his, reaches down, and guides his long, solid cock to her swollen opening.  I hold my breath to keep from cumming as slowly, she eases herself down upon him until he is buried deep inside her.   Her hips begin to move in rhythm, as she looks at the cam once again and smiles—a smile of ecstatic ecstasy. A smile that tells me everything I need to know.

I stroke my cock in unison as Daniel’s hands grab her ass and pull her firmly down upon him.  Deeper and harder, the two of them begin to move.

I watch, spellbound as his cock moves deep into my wife, then slides out until the tip almost comes out of her.  Her labia spread wide as he once again slides back in.  Repeating over and over again.

Chelsea’s head is thrown back as she continues to ride him.  Up and down on his cock she goes, faster and faster, until finally Daniel arches his back.  I can tell he is exploding in a wracking orgasm that tears cries from his throat.

I explode at the same time with stream after stream of hot juicy cum.

Daniel filling Chelsea with his, mine covering my keyboard.

My beautiful wife collapses on his chest, his cock deep inside her. I watch, mouth agape, breathing heavily as her panting subsides.  She kisses him deeply, then crawls off him, his cum clearly oozing from her well fucked pussy onto the massage table. Oh, how I wish I were there to lie her back on the table and lick every last drop of Daniel's cum from her sweet pussy.

She walks toward the cam, smiles, blows me a kiss, and the screen goes black.

I sit for a moment and stare at the city lights out the window.  My heart is still pounding away as my mind tries to make sense of the past hour.

My heart is filled beyond capacity with love and gratitude for my lovely, free-spirited wife.  My heart is also filled with a desire to get back home to double-team her with her masseur.