Couple's Massage

I can't believe Jay's being an unappreciative prick after I spent $270 for a frickin' couples massage. We've been on this damn island for 2 days and have barely spoken to each other, much less been romantic or amorous. I knew I shouldn't have pre-paid for this.

I did everything but call him a child of God to get him here this afternoon. Did he seriously think I was going to let him cancel at the last minute, and to watch TV? Has he forgotten who he's dealing with?

So, here we are, waiting for our massage therapists, sitting in the lounge, in our robes, in total silence. I should say something, I know he ain't saying shit, and if I don't, it will end up being a waste of money anyway because of the stress and tension. I can be the bigger person.

I reach for his hand and he jumps. I giggle. He gives a slight smile, interlocks our fingers and raising our hands up, kisses the back of my hand. Yes, this is the loving, kind, affectionate man I love. Why does he have to be such a dick sometimes? Stop. Focus on the positive, you initiated and he reciprocated.

Our masseurs arrive, Dick and Jane (seriously, Dick and Jane, I couldn't make that up if I wanted to), to take us to our treatment room. Jane comes to me and Dick goes to him, and before I could say they had it backwards, they made a switch...everyone chuckled. Massage humor, who knew?

Dick and Jane left the room so we could take off our robes and get under the covers of our respective tables. As we lay there face down under the heated blankets, I began thinking about why I had booked a couple's massage in the first place: this would be another experience we could share together; both of us needed to relieve some stress and it is one of my fantasies.

Dick gently knocks and slowly opens the door, as I say come in. I tell him I need extra attention to my neck and shoulders and Jay tells Jane his lower back has been tightening up lately. As the new age music plays softly, Dick slowly begins my massage. Almost simultaneously they ask us if the pressure is okay, and in unison, we say, "Yessssss," and everyone laughs.

What is Jay doing...why is he messing with my blanket? Oh, he's reaching for my hand, here it is baby. Our hands gently fall between us, our fingers interlocked. This is wonderful, spending quiet time with my man, relaxing and just being together.

Uh oh, what's going on? What is Dick doing? He's getting awfully close to my womanly part. It does feel good, oh so good...yes, it feels so good. My body responds to Dick's closeness, I get wet and let out a little moan. Jay squeezes my hand and I squeeze back.

Oh shit, Dick is going for it and I let him...I open my legs a bit wider, he puts one hand between my legs. He is ever so gently massaging my pussy, fingering my clit with one hand and rubbing my ass with the other. What am I doing? My man is in the room, on the table next to me...this isn't good...at all...it feels sooooo good...I can't ask him to stop...I can't make a sound, not a peep...yes, yes, yes...

I can't keep quiet much longer and just as I'm about to give into the pleasure, I hear a deep moan. I look up to find Jay watching me and see Jane rimming him. He is in heaven and I can tell he's ready to explode.

How long has he been watching me?
How long has she been rimming him?
Is he okay with another man touching me?
For that matter, am I okay with another woman touching him?

These and a hundred other questions race through my mind in a nanosecond. I couldn't focus on anything...I was about to cum, and cum hard.


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