I recently went on a business trip with my husband, Jack. During the evenings, we ate at the finest restaurants and partied at flashy nightclubs. But during the time he was gone was the most boring for me. I didn’t have much to do but hang around the hotel pool or spend time in our hotel room. But on our last day there, my husband set up a nice surprise for me. He called me during a break between meetings to explain.

“Rhonda, what are you doing?” Jack asked.

Just laying here watching TV,” I answered.

“I’ve been feeling bad about you being cooped up with nothing to do when I am here at work, so I arranged a private masseur to give you a relaxing in-room massage. He should be showing up at our room thirty minutes from now. Are you surprised?”

“Totally, honey. Thanks! I could use a relaxing massage. I better jump in the shower before he gets here,” I said excitedly.

Jack is always thinking of me, doing his best to keep me happy, which is one of the many reasons why I love him so. Thrilled by the surprising news, I rushed into the bathroom and took a shower. Just as I turned off the shower, I heard a knock on the door. I looked at my watch and only twenty minutes had passed since I talked to Jack. I wrapped a towel around myself and rushed to open the door, dripping wet.

The man standing on the other side was over six feet tall, with a lean, muscular body. His skin was a deep golden bronze. He had long, curly, brown hair, brown eyes, and a day’s growth of facial hair. He was dressed in a white, sleeveless t-shirt, white baggy shorts, and sandals. He was utterly handsome, and before he even spoke a word, I could tell he had a sexy way about him.

“Hello, Mrs. Writer. My name is Edward. I am a licensed massage technician. Your husband hired me to treat you with a massage, but by the water dripping from your hair, I can see I might be a little bit early,” he said, and smiled mischievously as his intense eyes wandered all over my towel-clad body.

“Hello Edward, you are a tad bit early, but please come inside. You can set up while I finish up. You can skip the formalities as well and call me Rhonda,” I replied.

“In that case, you can call me Ed, he responded and stepped into the room, carrying his duffle bag and a folded portable massage table.

“I’ll be just a few minutes,” I explained as I headed to the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, I leaned back against the door and exhaled. I didn’t know what it was about that guy, but he was turning me into butter! I reached down and rubbed my hand against my pussy. It was warm and wet, and I was feeling horny.

I finished drying off, put my hair in a ponytail, and wrapped a dry towel around myself. I opened the door and stepped into the room. Ed had set up his massage table between the dresser and the bed. The lights were turned down low, and he had incense burning around the room. A pile of towels was placed on the bed, and an assortment of oils was sitting on the dresser.

I walked over to the massage table. Ed was standing by the dresser, arranging his oils with his back to me. I bent over the massage table, my tits spilling over the top of the towel, and purred, “Ed, I’m ready…for you.”

Ed turned around and took a moment to soak me in. “Okay, Rhonda, I am ready for you. Please, get on the table,” he said in his smooth, sexy voice.

“Okay, Ed…anything you say. Should I take off this robe?” I asked, teasingly.

“Yes, please do,” he answered.

Slowly, I pulled the towel open, and let it fall to the floor. I stood in front of the handsome masseur totally naked. Neither of us spoke. I looked at Ed’s eyes staring at my body as if hinting that I was one of his more desirable clients. I moved to the table and started to get on it.

“What do you want to do first…my front or back?” I seductively asked.

“Both,” Ed answered coolly. “But let’s start with your back first.”

I climbed onto the table and lay flat on my tummy with my head resting to the side on my folded arms. I looked over at Ed, who was standing by the bed. He grabbed a towel and started to cover my buttocks.

“Is that necessary?” I asked.

“Not if you don’t want it,” he answered.

“Why don’t you leave it off? It will just get in the way,” I told him.

“Sure, Rhonda. Anything you want is what your husband told me,” Ed answered.

“He said that?” I asked.

“Indeed, he did,” Ed answered with a smile.

Ed set the towel back on the bed. Then he oiled his hands and started at my neck, working the muscles and driving the tension from my body. He sprinkled oil on my shoulders and back and continued with his magical hands.

Ed was an excellent masseur. He took each one of my arms and worked them from the shoulder to the hand. I could feel toxins leaving my body. He moved to my lower back, loosening tight muscles as he worked. One hand was always moving across my body, stroking and caressing even as he poured oil on my body.

His hands moved down to my buttocks, kneading the firm flesh of each globe. I moaned and shuddered when his hand slipped between my cheeks and his fingers brushed my anus.

Ed went back to kneading each cheek before his oily fingers slipped between them again and brushed my anus. I moaned again and arched my buttocks a bit, thrilled by his touch on my sensitive bud.

His hands were amazing, firm, but gentle at the same time. He worked his way lower, massaging the backs of my thighs and calves until he reached my feet.

Ed gave my feet a royal treatment. He started with my ankles, working the muscles and joints. Then he moved to the soles of my feet, kneading them with his knuckles before manipulating all the pressure points with his thumbs. He massaged each toe individually, rolling them between his fingers before massaging between them. I was in heaven and barely heard him tell me to roll over.

When I turned over, I looked at Ed’s face. His eyes were focused on my breasts. My nipples hardened under his stare. I looked at his crotch. I could tell something big had grown under his baggy shorts. My pussy was wet with juices. I wondered if he noticed.

Ed began massaging my front, starting at my shoulders. His hands moved around my breasts and down my sides, then back up to my breasts. He spread oil all over my breasts and gently kneaded them like he did my ass. My nipples tingled every time his fingers brushed across them.

I moaned in pleasure and slid my hand down to my pussy. My juices now saturated my vulva. I slipped a finger inside. Ed pinched and pulled on my nipples. I cried out, delighted in the pleasure, and started stroking my finger in and out of my hot pussy.

“Rhonda, do you want me to make you cum?” Ed asked seductively.

“Yes! Oh, God yes!” I cried out.

Ed slid a hand down the slope of my belly and pushed my hand away. He rubbed his hand all over my pussy. Then he worked one finger, then two fingers, twisting and turning them in and out. He bent down and took my left nipple in his mouth, kissing and gently biting the hard teat. I cried out, groaning and panting, rolling my hips and working my pussy against his hand, adding to my building excitement.

His hand was like a magic wand. In and out he worked his fingers, stretching my pussy, driving me to the edge. When he rubbed his thumb over my clit I exploded with an intense orgasm. My hips flew off the table, my thighs tightened around his hand, and my pussy contracted around his fingers. I cried out oaths of pleasure as thunderous waves of orgasmic delight rocked my body. I collapsed on the table panting and spent when it all died down.

“Did you enjoy your massage, Rhonda?” Ed asked as I recovered.

“Immensely,” I replied as my breathing returned to normal.

“I enjoyed giving you a massage. You have an amazing body,” Ed added.

“That’s very nice of you to say. And I have to admit that you gave me the best massage I ever had. You have amazing hands,” I replied.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Rhonda?” Ed asked, looking as if he wasn’t ready to leave just yet. Perhaps he was hoping for something more, which gave me an opening.

“Yes,” I said as I grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled him closer to the table. “I’m dying to see what you’re hiding in here.”

“You’re welcome to find out,” he said, giving me a bright green light to follow my desires.

I quickly unbuttoned the waist button and pulled the zipper down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. I reached in and pulled out his cock, and his pants fell down his legs and gathered around his ankles.

“Nice! I think I found something to do,” I said as I pulled his semi-hard cock closer to my face.

Excited by the size of his cock, I ran my hand up and down its length several times and watched as it grew to its full size, about eight inches long and thick. When I squeezed his cock, pre-cum stringed from the tip. I eagerly swiped it with my tongue and swallowed. I looked up at Ed and smiled.

He smiled and asked, “Are you a good cocksucker, Rhonda?”

“I’m the best,” I answered.

“Prove it,” he challenged.

I grabbed his cock, pulled him closer, and slid a couple of inches in my mouth. He moaned as I swirled my tongue around the head. I pulled him out of my mouth and licked up and down the shaft on all sides before swallowing him again, taking half of his length into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat. I wanted more and took nearly his full length down my throat. I showed him my version of deep throat before I pulled him out of my mouth, gasping for air, with saliva dripping down my chin.

“Do it again, Rhonda. I love how you deep throat,” Ed insisted.

I took him back down my throat again. This time I took it all to where I buried my lips in his pubic hair.

“That’s it, Rhonda, you got my whole fucking cock in your throat,” Ed groaned as he held his cock deep in my throat.

I held on as long as I could. My eyes were tearing, and my jaw was sore as saliva leaked from my lips. He wanted to stay buried, but I was struggling for breath when I finally pushed him away. I looked up at Ed as I caught my breath.

“Holy shit, Rhonda…no other chick can do that. You’re fucking amazing,” Ed said with a laugh.

I’m not done. Sit on the bed,” I told him.

Ed took off the rest of his clothes and sat on the end of the bed. He smiled and leaned back with his hands behind him for support. His hard, thick cock, now glistening with my saliva, stood straight up in the air.

I slid off the table and knelt between his legs with my arms resting on his thighs. I grabbed his cock and slowly stroked my hand up and down the thick, veiny shaft. I looked him in the eyes and told him, “I’m going to give you a blowjob you’ll never forget.”

I didn’t just give him a blowjob. I kissed, licked, sucked, bit, nibbled, slurped, swallowed, stroked, fondled, and caressed his fat cock and balls. I rubbed his cock all over my face. I caressed his cock between my breasts and let him fuck my tits. I could tell he was close to coming, and I wanted to prolong his pleasure.

I went back to gently licking up one side of his cock. When I got to the head, I sucked and licked it before licking back down the other side to his balls. I hungrily sucked each testicle into my mouth and swabbed them with my tongue. Then I stuck both balls in my mouth and sucked on them while I rapidly stroked his cock. Ed trembled, panted, moaned, and groaned before he screamed out that he was coming.

The first shot of cum spritzed from the end of his cock at least four feet in the air and landed in my hair and on my face. I quickly engulfed Ed’s cock before he fired his second shot of cum. The warm, gooey rope skidded across my tongue towards the back of my throat. He bucked his hips as he continued to fire ropes of cum down my throat. I tried to swallow it all, but his copious release was so great it dribbled from my lips and down my chin.

Finally, Ed pushed me away, and he fell back on the bed. His cock was still standing straight up in the air. The last dribbles of cum leaked out of the meatus and down the side of his cock.

“Holy shit, Rhonda, that was some fucking blowjob. Oh man, I’ll never forget that blowjob. That was fucking awesome,” Ed laughed when he was finally able to sit back up.

I got back up on my knees and leaned on his thighs. He leaned forward and rubbed his thumb along my chin, gathering the cum that leaked from my mouth. He held it in front of my mouth as I licked the cum from his thumb.

“Do you have time for a quick fuck?” I asked.

Ed laughed as he stood up and picked me up from my knees. He kissed my dirty mouth and said, “Baby, I got all day.” Then he threw me on the bed and jumped on top of me.

We wrestled on the bed for a minute, but Ed was much too strong for me. I wound up face down with Ed lying on top of me. I stopped struggling when he started kissing my neck and shoulder, and my giggles turned into soft moans. He kissed his way down my back, stroking and caressing my body until he reached my buttocks.

He knelt behind me and lifted my hips. He got me up, kneeling with my ass in the air and my head on the pillow. He kissed and fondled the cheeks of my ass, then ran his tongue down my crack, making me jump when he poked my anus with his tongue, and then brought his face to my pussy. He ran his tongue around in slow circles, teasing my clit on every pass. I groaned and ground my ass back against him as his tongue dug deeper into my pussy. I was on the verge of a tremendous orgasm when he stopped.

Ed moved up closer behind me. He rubbed the head of his cock in the warm wet folds of my pussy, teasing me to grind against it before filling me with his hard shaft. He stroked his cock in and out of my pussy, harder and faster. Panting and groaning, I pushed back against his strokes. Before long, we were hammering into each other at a furious pace. Fire was building inside me with each powerful stroke. Finally, I slammed back against him as I came, my body shuddering as the orgasmic juices flowed from my pussy and soaked the bed. Ed held me tight as my orgasm washed over my body.

Ed pulled his cock from my pussy, and I collapsed on my side, with my eyes closed, mouth open, gasping for breath. He lay down on his side, propped on an elbow, to face me. His free hand roamed across my body from my shoulder to my thigh.

When I opened my eyes, Ed leaned in and kissed me as he pushed me onto my back. He moved over me with his legs between mine, his lips never leaving mine. His cock was still hard when I reached down to grab it. I guided him into my pussy, the bulbous head parting my lips as the shaft burrowed in. He pushed in until he was completely buried, his pubic hair tickling my clit, his balls resting against my ass. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was nestled in my pussy. Steadily he pushed all the way back in. It felt so good it drew a long, breathy moan from me.

I spread my legs as wide as I could, opening myself to him, allowing him to fill me with all of his cock, over and over. In and out he worked his cock, gradually building to a steady pace. I came within a few minutes. Ed continued to fuck me, and I came again, wrapping my legs around him, holding on as tight as I could.

Ed kept on fucking me. Over and over, he drove his cock into my pussy until we were both a sweaty mess. I came again, and finally, Ed came. We were both screaming in pleasure as his cock fired spurt after spurt of hot seed into my pussy. We lay together for a long time, our arms and legs tangled, gasping and sweating as we recovered. Ed untangled our limbs and rolled off me.

“Oh, fuck, Rhonda, you are one great fuck! That was fucking awesome,” he said.

“You did most of the work,” I added as I rolled onto my side to face Ed, who was lying on his back with his hands behind his head. His cock was lying on his stomach, semi-hard and covered with our combined juices. I did the right thing when I moved down and licked his cock and balls clean of our combined juices. In the process, I made his cock hard again.

“You made me hard again. What am I going to do with you?” Ed laughed.

“Well, you can fuck me again if you like,” I answered coyly.

We fucked one more time; this time I rode him cowgirl style. We worked up another good sweat, and we both came one last time. We lay together and kissed until we came down from our sexual high.

“Can I borrow your shower?” Ed asked.

“Sure, I’m just going to lie here for a while,” I said.

If I wasn’t feeling so relaxed, I would have got up and jumped into the shower with him, but I could barely move. Ed came out of the bathroom, got dressed and packed up his equipment. He bent over the bed and gave me a kiss.

After Ed left, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, my husband was looking down at me with a big smile on his face.

“Did you enjoy your massage, honey?” he asked.

“Mmm, I certainly did. Take your clothes off, come lay with me, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

After Jack undressed and lay on the bed with me, I stroked his cock and told him in great detail how my afternoon went with Ed.

“You didn’t wash?” Jack asked.

“No.”

“Oh, you dirty girl.”

“Yes, I am. My pussy is filled with his cum. Care to fuck me?”

My husband loves fucking my sloppy pussy after another man has me. We had wonderful husband-and-wife sex that night.

End of story.