A Delightful Massage

Yesterday afternoon I had booked a massage appointment with Maria. Maria is my wife Tula's friend, 42 years old, with juicy curves and big tits that fill the eye and lift your pants as they pass by. Married with two kids, she has a lot of free time since she doesn't work, and wanting to relieve her boredom, she took massage classes at a studio.

I remember my wife and I joked with her when Maria told us that now she had a professional masseuse diploma and knew how to give a good massage, so, as a joke, I told her to give me one. I should mention here that until now no woman had ever given me a professional massage, and I wanted to try it. Besides, Maria's big tits always drew my attention, and more than a few times in my mind I saw my cock between them getting a titjob.

So that day Maria came to the house, and after they gossiped with my wife about women's bullshit, I threw out the line

- Maria, would you like to give me a massage, doll?
- Why not, Vangelis? You'll see how much you'll like it. You'll feel like a different person.

I took a bath where just the thought of her pussy made me hard, and I had to throw cold water on my cock to make it go down. I wrapped myself in the bathrobe and lay on the bed, where I waited for Maria. She came shortly, and after closing the door, she took some oils and began rubbing my back with them. I started to feel good, and little by little I surrendered to her experienced hands. I felt my body being freed from a weight, and with my eyes closed I began to moan with pleasure.

At one point Maria turned me onto my back and began massaging my legs. Maybe the bathrobe was in her way, maybe she did it on purpose, but I felt her fingers a couple of times near my cock, which immediately came alive. I felt so good, my body was freed from a weight, and my cock popped out of the bathrobe stiff, enjoying that care too.

I looked toward the door, since my wife was in the next room watching television, but Maria grabbed my cock with one oiled hand and with the other gestured for me not to speak. She began playing my cock with such skill that it became stone.

- Shall I give you a blowjob, Vangelis?

That was enough for me to cum a large amount of semen straight onto her face, which made her let out a small cry, pulling her head away from my cock. I hadn't even touched it, yet I had covered her with my semen. What a hard-on, God!

She got up and went to the bathroom to wipe herself, but also to see what my wife was doing. Tula was still watching television and showed no sign that she had sniffed out what had happened in the next room. In two minutes Maria came back into the room, where I had already wiped myself and was wearing my underwear. She gave me a soft little kiss on the cheek and winked slyly at me. In a few minutes the two of us took our positions in the living room, where my wife Tula was watching Tatiana and some wretched snot-nosed virgins recounting how for so many years they had remained unfucked.

- Was the massage good, boy? she asked me in a businesslike way, without any feeling, as if she were washing cucumbers to make a salad.
- Good, baby, good, I answered. I liked it so much that I say I'll do it again in about ten days. Provided, of course, Maria wants it.

Maria caught the ball in the air and continued saying that she had no problem.

- Whenever you want, call me, Vangelis, she said, and her eyes were shooting flames.

I promised myself that next time I would give her a blowjob and fuck her pussy, not like now, when I got hard and came just from her touch. Such a nice pussy wants good fucking and a different rider every time to bring out her pleasure. I'll wait a week and call her for coffee….