Lying naked on the massage table awaiting her masseuse, the corner of her mouth curls with amusement as she recalls the preceding events that led to this slutty challenge.  It all started with a gift.  A four-hand massage gift from her husband. 

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In hindsight, the massage parlor seemed purposefully tucked away from the public.  Had she been less innocent, she might have deduced all sorts of pleasures that could be enjoyed in those dimly lit rooms.  Yet, oblivious as she was, she undressed completely and offered her sexy naked body to the voyeuristic masseuses.

She had enjoyed many professional massages in the past, but never four hands at once.  It was one male and one female masseuse that first time.  Luck of the draw?  Perhaps, or maybe it was planned.  That seemed more likely now. 

The feeling of four hands was amazing.  It was the novelty that was so captivating.  The experience silenced her mind and relentlessly focused her awareness on her body. 

She was used to a little arousal during a massage.  A caressing hand that brushed part of a breast or the slippery edge of a finger that slid along a panty line…just close enough to arouse but falling short of purposeful sensuality.  This was different. 

At one point, she was lying on her back while blindfolded by a small towel that laid across her eyes.  The male stood at her head and his hands were slowly massaging lower and lower on her chest muscles until they began brushing across the tops of her breasts, right along the hem of the soft sheet that covered her. 

Simultaneously, the female was to her side and had one of her legs pulled open and bent outward toward her.  The female masseuse’s hands were working higher and higher up her inner thigh.  With each stroke up her thigh, she felt the thin sheet covering her body moving higher up her open leg and toward her waist. 

With each stroke of all four hands, the masseuses’ fingers each came closer and closer to her tits and pussy. 

This continued until the bottom of the sheet was in fact pushed high enough to expose her smooth naked pussy.  She felt the soft, thin edge of the sheet sliding onto and then beyond her pussy.  Cool air touched her heated lips softly as it happened and an imperceptible breeze titillated her naked skin as the prolonged exposure continued. 

She knew both masseuses had a clear view between her open legs, and the exhibitionist rush stiffened her nipples.  They pierced upward into the soft sheet, unmistakably evident in the dim light…and the four hands continued to massage closer and closer to her tits and pussy.  

Later, when she was lying on her front, the female masseuse left the room to retrieve a hot towel and was gone a bit longer than one would expect that chore to take. 

As soon as the door slid shut behind her, the male masseuse (who had been massaging her feet) climbed onto the table and kneeled between her legs.  From there, he preceded to focus all his attention at the top of her upper thighs and ass cheeks.  First her left side and then her right side. 

While he worked on the left side, he adjusted the thin sheet generously to the side, fully exposing her left ass cheek and barely covering her right ass cheek.  Then, when he switched to work on her right side, he adjusted the thin sheet even further aside, completely exposing her entire naked ass. 

She knew this was giving him a full view of her bare ass.  And with her legs spread wide enough for him to kneel between, he was enjoying a full close-up view of her asshole and pussy too.  She felt incredibly exposed, and she sensed his voyeuristic lust and excitement building behind her.  The combination turned her on immensely. 

These were the unexpected things that made her feel wonderfully slutty and so horny as she lay there naked under their hands.  They made her pussy hot and wet and her clit swollen.  Yet these masseuses fell short.  As much as she secretly wanted to be gratified, they only teased her.

That’s what made her take matters into her own hands.  As soon as the massage was done and she was alone in the room, she cast the sheet aside, spread her legs, and rubbed herself off to a hard moan-stifling orgasm right there on the massage table.

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Returning home, she immediately told her husband everything that happened.  He was rock-hard as soon as her story began.  Then he had his cock out and was stroking it as he listened.  Then he shot his load all over the floor as he forced his tongue into her mouth right after she told him how she made herself cum on the massage table.

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And now, still lying naked on the massage table, and still awaiting her masseuse, the other corner of her mouth curls with added amusement as she recalls the months that followed… how her story was told and retold with her husband. 

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The time she looked up at him from her knees, pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, “Think about me on that massage table and think about that woman exposing my pussy.”

And the time when she lubed her hands and while stroking his cock said, “Think about that man staring at my asshole and pussy while he rubbed my ass.” 

It didn’t take more than a few more strokes of his cock before he exploded after those admissions. 

And there was all his dirty talk…he loved talking about it! 

While he was fucking her, he’d ask, “Did you let those masseuses see your pussy and ass?” 

As his cock slid faster and deeper into her, he'd accuse, “You got so horny you had to make yourself cum on that massage table!”

While fucking her pussy as hard as he could, he'd huskily breathe into her ear, “You’re a massage slut, aren’t you?”

Every time, each of her “yes” answers made her hotter and brought him closer.

“Yes, I got so turned on I had to fuck myself before I came home,” she’d tell him as he fucked her hard.

“Yes, I’m a massage slut.  I want them to rub my tits. I want them to rub my clit.  I want them to finger my pussy.  I want them to make me cum!” she’d admit as he fucked her as hard and deep as he could. 

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And then came the challenge.  Her massage slut challenge.  They were on their way back from dinner, but he drove right past their freeway exit.

She began chiding him with dismay, but he said, “Relax, I have a surprise for you…well to be fair, it’s a surprise for both of us.” 

A few more miles down the freeway and then he drove through a residential area and pulled into a small strip mall.  Most of the stores were closed, but the neon sign and twinkle lights made it clear that this small massage parlor was still open.  Her heart began to race as he placed the car in park and shifted in his seat to look at her. 

“So, here’s the deal, Love.” he said with a sexy smile on his face. “You’re going in for a massage, and I’m giving you a challenge.” 

Excited but nervous, she replied, “What kind of challenge?”  

His smile widened. “A massage slut challenge: 10 points if they massage your tits, 20 points if they massage your pussy, and 50 points if they make you cum.”

Her heart raced faster, and a smile quickly spread across her face to match the breadth of his.  Realization set in…he really wants this, she thought.  And she really wanted this! 

After all the fantasizing and dirty talk together, they were really going to indulge…another experience for her to enjoy, and another story for them to share. 

“Ok, massage slut challenge accepted!” She leaned over to give him a long sensual kiss. 

Then she hiked the skirt of her little black dress up to her waist, looped her thumbs into her panties, and pulled them down her legs over her heels. 

She handed them to her husband and said, “Hang on to these for me, I won’t need them.” 

She stepped out of the car and paused, giving her husband a good long full view of her bare ass before pulling the seam of her dress back down over her cheeks.  Then she walked into the massage parlor.