Esmeralda and I saw each other for the next few Fridays and/or Saturdays. We enjoyed a couple of nights with Pilar and we had one more memorable night with Luisa. We ate out a few times including another Sunday lunch near El Retiro, but mainly one of us would cook. We drank lots of champagne, and quite a bit of malt whiskey.
During one week, I was playing squash with some of the people from work and during the game I over-reached and pulled a muscle in my back. I got some heat cream from the chemist the following day, and one of the guys at work suggested that I should get a massage. This gave me an idea, and I discussed it with Esmeralda the following Friday night
After a hot bath, she was giving my back a good going over with some massage oil when I made my suggestion. The following week, my wife Yvette was coming out for a long weekend, and she really enjoyed the massages that I gave her. I suggested that Esmeralda should give my wife a massage and, telling Esmeralda about one of the fantasies Yvette and I had to enhance our love-making, see what developed.
Esmeralda thought that this was a wonderful idea, as I did, but I warned her to take it easy, not push things and, above all, be discreet. She looked hurt by my saying this and said, but of course, what do you think I am? Esmeralda kept asking me more and more about my wife's likes and dislikes, what she did and what she didn't do.
I answered all her questions with as much information as I knew; I had more suspicions, but kept those to myself. About other women; I could only say that we'd fantasised about the situation, but my wife had backed off on the couple of occasions when we might have been able to go through with it. It was a similar thing with swapping, we'd talked about it and fantasised, but never actually done it; although my wife had told me about one of our friends, whose wife I fancied like mad, who she said she'd allowed to kiss and fondle her a few times, but never let it go any further. Also, at a number of functions and dances we'd been to, she'd danced close to some guys and then come back to me rather flushed.
As a result of talking about this, our fucking took on another dimension that night and in the morning we set up our plan of action. Yvette was due to arrive on the Thursday evening, which would probably be too late for any action by the time we got back to my apartment. So we arranged that Esmeralda would arrive about four-thirty on Friday afternoon, just after I got back from the office and too early for any suspicions my wife may have.
Yvette's plane was late and we didn't get back to the apartment until almost eleven. On the way back, I told her that I'd hurt my back, and was under treatment from a physiotherapist. We were both hungry for each other, and would have ripped our clothes off in the lift if someone else hadn't been there too. So we had to wait until we were safely behind my locked door. As it was, she was very careful about my back and sat on my face so I could lick her creaming pussy while she sucked my cock before she turned around and rode us both to a glorious orgasm.
We then soaked in the bath while drinking champagne and brought each other up on our news. Among other things, I told her that I had my second appointment with a masseuse the following day. I was non-committal when asked how she looked, but said that she was not as gentle as Yvette was when giving me a massage. After the bath, we went back to bed and slowly fucked each other while lying on our sides, as this would not further strain my back.
The next afternoon, I got back from work promptly and immediately opened a bottle of champagne and took 2 glasses into the lounge. Yvette and I were just finishing our first glass when the doorbell rang. After a moment, I pretended to remember about my appointment and went to let Esmeralda in. I welcomed her quite formally, but gave her a quick peck in the hall to let her know that everything appeared to be going well. I introduced her to Yvette and took her coat. Underneath, she was wearing a white tee shirt with white lycra leggings. She would have looked like a professional physiotherapist if it wasn't for her nipples that I could see were hard to the point of bursting.
As Yvette and I were already drinking, I asked if she would like some champagne. Yes, she replied, but only a small one as I'm still working. I got another glass and half filled it for her and then topped up Yvette's and mine. As Esmeralda turned to sit down, I saw that the leggings were skin tight and showing her buttocks to their full. I couldn't see a panty-line and assumed that she'd left them off.
After a few minutes chatting about this and that, Esmeralda suggested that I go to take a shower and call her when I was ready, and so I left them chatting away like old friends. In the shower, my prick started to get hard as I thought about what may happen later, so I turned it to cold to make myself presentable. When I'd dried off, I wrapped a dry towel round my waist and went into the bedroom, calling to Esmeralda that I was ready. She was still talking with Yvette as I came in, and I heard her saying that she should come to watch so that Yvette would be able to give me this type of massage in the future, Esmeralda called it a physio-sports massage.
I lay face down on a large clean towel in the middle of the bed, and Yvette sat on one side of me, leaning back against the headboard so that she had a good view. Esmeralda slapped me on the backside as she knelt on the other side and pulled the towel saying, take this off you silly boy, we have a dueΓ±a with us today.
I looked at Yvette and shrugged as I took the towel from round my waist and then lay flat with my feet just a little way apart. Esmeralda had bought some massage oil with her. I didn't know what it was, but it had a mild aromatic scent and seemed to make my skin tingle as she spread it over my back and legs. Then she started the massage proper. She pressed hard into the muscles with her knuckles and seemed to almost pull every joint out of its socket by pulling and bending; she even pulled my toes so hard that some of them cracked!
As her hands ran up the inside of my thighs, she deliberately brushed the tips of her fingers against my balls. This started to make my prick swell and I was pleased that I was lying on my belly. For Yvette's benefit, Esmeralda kept up a running commentary on what she was doing, especially around my lower back where I had the muscle problem. She worked on the muscles up and down my back and when, after I winced as she kneaded the strain area, asked Yvette to come and feel the damaged area.