It was early for a Saturday morning, probably around 7 am when I awoke from a dead sleep and was unable to go back asleep. Heather was sleeping soundly to my right with her back to me. I stroked her soft hair as she slept. My mind was racing.
What had I done to my sweet wife? My plan to fake sensual massage training to make love to Heather more often had transformed into me touching her friends in very inappropriate ways. I didn't feel like I had cheated on Heather but I sure felt guilty. I had touched Marie, Becca and Beth in areas that most wives would definitely be concerned about but my wife was frigging her pussy watching a video of my latest exploits. I loved Heather very much and was excited about her new sexual awareness but I was afraid that it would get out of hand.
I was lying in bed trying to convince myself to stop the massage charade and come clean to Heather. This could only get worse. Sooner or later I would go too far and ruin our loving relationship. Logic told me that the only course was to stop immediately. However, what was concerning me was that Heather seemed more alive sexually than ever before. That was my goal when I told her the lie of my massage training.
My mind wandered to reliving all of my massage moments. The firmness of Marie's big tits, the sight of Becca's blond pussy as she opened up her legs for me to see and Beth's puffy nipples that grew with every rub. My dick was quickly getting hard as these sexual images tormented me. My God, it was exciting to touch other women. My beautiful wife was cheering me on and providing a steady stream of gorgeous young women for my pleasure. I do believe that all of my massage partners were helped by me. I had always been very good at listening to women and giving advice. Before I met Heather, I had more friends that were girls than guys. Women found me safe and comforting.
My deep thoughts were interrupted by Heather rolling over and placing her left leg over mine. It was her favorite position. I often told her
"No sandwiches!"
As she piled her leg on top of mine like two pieces of bread, she was not awake so I started lightly stroking her inner thigh. She was wearing just a t-shirt that barely came to the bottom of her ass. I continued higher and higher trying to get as close to her pussy without touching it as that would surely wake her. She loved to sleep in on Saturday and I didn't want to be the one that woke the hibernating bear. It would not be pretty.
Heather was a beauty and I loved her more than I thought was possible. I loved everything about her. We connected on every level, mentally, spiritually and now we were definitely connecting physically. I had convinced myself that the massages of Heather's friends had to stop. My massages had done exactly as I had planned and I was content to just touch my wonderful wife from now on.
As Heather turned on her tummy, I slipped out of bed and quietly left the bedroom. I went downstairs and read the paper with a cup of coffee while Heather got her beauty sleep. I set the table for breakfast and even found a blooming pink rose in the garden that I cut and placed on the table.
Eventually, I heard some footsteps upstairs so I started breakfast. It really worked out great as Heather walked in the kitchen; I was just taking the eggs and bacon off of the stove.
"Good morning sleepy head. How is the love of my life doing this morning?"
Heather just looked at me longingly and said.
"Coffee"
I poured her a cup and she sipped it slowly.
"I have never slept so well in my life."
"I guess you had a big day yesterday. What wore you out so much?"
I was thinking about her rubbing her pussy until she had a huge orgasm -- maybe that was it. In fact, I guess she was thinking about that too as she said.
"You are such a wonderful person taking care of Beth. I am so sure she had a wonderful time and really felt so much like a woman. You have such a way with women. I can't wait to talk with her on Monday. And now a wonderful breakfast just for me."
We had not talked at all about Beth. I didn't want to bring it up as I knew exactly how she knew about what Beth was feeling. She had seen it all on tape. I decided to just take the compliments and not cloud the issue with details.
"Hey...what does a wonderful breakfast buy me in bed tonight?"
"An extra pillow."
"I was thinking about some kind of service."
"I will change the channels on the TV for you while we watch a Lifetime movie."
"You are not getting it and you are starting to piss me off."
"I know exactly what you are talking about. You are so predictable."
Heather came over and kissed me on the neck and said.
"I'll see what I can do for my Masseur."
Heather and I had a wonderful day. It rained most of the afternoon so I got out of cutting the grass. We went to the mall and browsed the shops. After lunch at the food court, Heather remembered she had a coupon for a free panty at Victoria's Secret. Heather was always pretty conservative in her selections of lingerie. Today was much different. She picked out a lacey thong for her free underwear but did not stop there. She browsed in the sexy lingerie and selected several camisoles, tanks and even a garter belt.
She headed to the dressing room and asked me to come along. I stood outside the dressing room pretending not to look out of place. It was always odd when your wife left you at Victoria's Secret. It was hard not to look like a pervert looking at the panties. Of course, I had to avoid any one of the salesclerks asking me if I needed help.
I started looking at the pictures of beautiful women in their underwear on the wall when a young salesclerk approached me. She was a tall blond with a good figure. Her hair was pulled back which showed off her beautiful face. She was wearing all black, as all the salesclerks do. Oh no, here we go, I'm sure she is going to ask me if I need any help.
"Excuse me sir, your wife has requested that you come into the dressing room to help her decide on her purchases."
"Is that allowed?"
"Usually not, but we really have no one in the dressing room or the store for that matter. I'm sure it will be OK."
This young college coed escorted me to the dressing room and knocked on the dressing room door.
"Heather, I've brought your husband."
Heather opened the door right up and stood in the doorway completely naked except for a black lace thong.
"Thanks Sara"
Heather said as she pulled me into the dressing room with her.
"You let me know if I can get you another size or color. I will be right outside."
I put my arm around my wife as she shut the door. I whispered in her ear.
"What are you doing?"
"Just trying to be sexy; is it working?"
"That girl just saw your boobs."
"It's OK; she was just measuring them a few minutes ago. She had really soft hands."
"What has gotten into you?"
"I just feel more excited than I have in years. You are a handsome sexy man and I want to please you like you have pleased my friends. "
Heather proceeded to change into the leopard skin camisole with orange trim and the matching panties with the garter belt.
"Oops these are a little loose on me."
Heather said as she removed the panties and said.
