The Affair You Wish You Had Massage

Here's how I want it to go.

I'm eating lunch at a cafe with work friends one weekday. You're out of town on a business trip.

You ring, and I make an excuse to go outside and take the call. I haven't spoken to you in a few days and I know you've got a limited window between meetings.

Our last video call ended graphically. Your rock hard cock filled my phone screen, pumping out cum in high definition close up. I watched, mesmerised, one hand down my underpants as I pounded my clit. I couldn't get the image of your dick out of my mind for days. It was like it was superimposed over everything I saw.

I wonder what you have in mind next. I have a few ideas myself. I answer your call.

"Hey. Where are you?" you ask.

"Outside a cafe," I answer. "Where are you?"

"In my hotel room. I wanted to ask you something," you say. You pause. I wait, adrenaline beginning to surge through my system.

"Have you ever had a massage?" you ask. "Like, an erotic massage?"

"No," I answer. "I didn't even know that was an option for women. But I have had a few fantasies about it."

"Hmmmm. Good. If I book a massage, for the two of us, will you come?" you ask.

"Yes," I breathe.

"Say that again. Just like that," you say. I hear the sound of your pants being unzipped.

"Yes," I say again. "Yes... but I have to go. Book it for Thursday. I'll see you then."

You groan and hang up. I go back to lunch, my knickers drenched, and pretend the call was from our boss. I put you out of my mind.

I can't sleep Wednesday night. The anticipation is too intense. I'm at my desk early, dressed to kill in a tight, long-sleeved burgundy dress and black knee-high boots. Concentration is impossible but aside from a few charged glances, we ignore each other all day. It's part of the game.

As it gets closer to the end of the day, I text my husband to let him know I'll be working late. I watch the clock. You leave at 5pm, and I wait 20 minutes before I close my laptop and walk out into the cool night air.

The massage place is a ten minute walk from our office. As I approach, my heels click on the pavement. I see you waiting outside the door. Tan coat. Dark pants. Perfect hair. When you see me, without a word you grab my hand and push open the door, leading me into the dimly lit reception.

You nod to the receptionist and she picks up a phone on the desk and makes a quick call. We sit side-by-side on a low velvet sofa. I can feel every millimetre of your hard thigh pressed against mine. We say nothing, but you're still holding my hand. My heart pounds.

From the hallway opposite the entrance, a woman emerges, followed by four others. They're dressed in identical short, black dresses. You turn to me.

"Which one do you like?" you ask.

I look them over. Two are petite Asian women, their long silky hair touching their butts, their bodies slim and tanned. Two are blonde - one young, the other older, curvier. One is a luscious redhead about my age, with huge tits and toned legs.

I nod in her direction. You smile. You stand and say something to the receptionist and three of the women leave the room. The redhead and the older of the two blondes remain. We follow them down the hallway into a room with two massage tables, flickering candles and mirrors on every wall.

The masseuses leave while we undress. You're faster than me, and when you're done you sit, with a towel around your waist, and watch me undress. Your intense stare turns me on, and I can see the shape of your dick rising beneath the towel. I unclip my bra and drop it into the basket provided. The room is cold, and my nipples harden instantly. I remove my panties and lay down on the table. I cover my lower half with the towel as the women we chose come back into the room. I glimpse in the mirror that both are naked except for tiny g-strings. They separate, one to your table and one to mine.

The redhead slides the towel away and I shiver in anticipation. Firm hands glide warm oil over my naked back, then my thighs. My thighs have always been intensely sensitive. A shortcut to instant arousal. She strokes higher and higher, closer to where my legs join. My pussy aches with the need to be touched already.

There's the usual hole for my face on the table, but I don't want to miss a thing. I turn my head to face you. Oh god. I didn't know I could get more turned on but the sight of you naked, oiled and hard is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen. You stare at me with that intense look you have. I stare back.

When the redhead starts on my arse, your eyes widen. She leans over, lazily gliding her fat, creamy tits over the bare skin of my cheeks. Holy shit. I didn't know I could get this wet. The view of my arse, which you love to grab, pressed against her pillowy tits has to be killing you. I know what you like.

The blonde asks you to roll over and you obey. Your cock is so hard, so delicious. God, I want it. I fight the urge to get down, climb onto your table and slide myself slowly down onto your length. That's against the rules, which we're hanging on to by a fingernail.

The redhead asks me to roll over and claims my attention back with gentle, teasing strokes of my breasts. Her own glorious tits are inches from my face. If it was allowed, I could easily lean forward and take one pink nipple into my mouth...

She teases my thighs, running oiled fingers within centimetres of my cunt, and I swoon. I can't hold out much longer. I'm dying for her to use her fingers on me. I can hear your heavy breathing from across the room and in the mirror, I watch as the blonde takes your dick in her hand. You swear under your breath.

The redhead snaps my attention back to our table when she slides one slippery finger inside the lips of my pussy. I gasp involuntarily. Slowly, gently she works my clit, ignoring my hole and driving me crazy with the lightest touch. I moan and writhe. Looking up, I realise I can see you in the mirror. Just in time. I get a birds eye view as your cock explodes in her hand, shooting cum all over your stomach.

The redhead chooses that exact moment to plunge three fingers into me. She catches me by surprise and I scream with pleasure. I lock eyes with you in the mirror above as she eases in and out slowly with one hand, the other teasing my clit still. It feels like heaven, like I'm being electrocuted in the best possible way. Inside of a minute, I know I can't take any more. I scream again as I cum, the walls of my pussy spasming around her deeply inserted fingers.

She smiles and runs her hands over me one last time before turning away. The women leave the room and I roll my head to the side to face you.

"I loved hearing you cum," you say.

I have a feeling we'll be back.