"Carole's Massage"
by
Carole and I were on vacation in France touring the
beautiful wine country of Bordeaux celebrating our
fifteenth wedding anniversary. One evening, we selected
a lovely chateau to stay for a few days and were delighted
at the beautiful room they had available. The day had
been pleasant, and we decided to sit on the terrace in the
room and enjoy some wine. I called room service and
ordered a cheese plate and some red Bordeaux. While we
were waiting my wife winked, "Are we playing Bellman?"
"Of course, don't we always." With that, she
smiled and went into the bathroom to undress. This is a
game we play to excite us and enhance our sex. It
involves her showing as much of her natural charms as she
dares to the bellman when he comes to our room. It
usually results in excellent service - even better than
giving a large tip, although I usually do that also, if the
guy is pleasant and helpful - and it makes for incredible
sex afterwards.
Carole is 37 and very well 'put-together,' if you get
my meaning. She's blonde with big blue eyes and is small
and trim with cute, perky breasts and lovely pointed
nipples that show through the thin blouses she wears
when we're on vacation. We've had a wonderful marriage
although we were getting into a slow routine that plagues
most marriages. One day we talked about it and decided
to do something about it. The vacations and the sex-play
games were our solution. So far, the games were just
that - and they went no further than showing, and a bit of
touching. That was about to change as you're going to
learn.
A knock on our door announced the delivery and I
went to open the door. A tall, very handsome black man
stood before me, about forty I guessed. He had the tray
and was shown into the room. Arranging the tray on the
coffee table, he asked if we'd like anything else. I signed
the check and the Bellman turned to leave. As he passed
the bathroom, the door opened and Carole emerged, naked
and wet, with a towel over her head, drying her hair.
"Honey, did you order room service? Honey..? Are
you there? Oh.. Hello? .?. .? " She ran headfirst into
the chest of the Bellman. Startled, she pulled the towel
away from her face and looked, puzzled into his startled
eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't hear the door. . . I didn't
know anyone had come in." All the while she was
apologizing, she just stood in front of him making no effort
to cover herself. His gaze traveled up and down her body
and a slight smile formed on his face. She looked lovely
standing naked before him, without a trace of shame. She
looked intently at him while he studied her nude form. The
tension in the room was incredible. Neither moved.
Finally, Carole moved to the sofa and sat down, still
naked and unashamed, challenging him to study her.
"Your wife is very beautiful, I wish I could stay
longer."
"We'll be here for a few days," I responded, "I'm
sure we'll see each other again."
"Oh, I'll make sure we do! By the way, I'm Darrell;
if you need anything, don't hesitate to call." With that he
winked at Carole and headed out the door.
No sooner was he gone than Carole and I were at
each other, kissing and petting, and laughing about the
look on Darrell's face when he first saw her. For the next
hour we made wonderful love, stimulated by the encounter
with Darrell. Carole was like a wild animal, all over me and
I responded in kind.
Over the fifteen years of our marriage Carole has
steadfastly maintained that she loved me very much. But,
just as determinedly, she's stated that she doesn't want to
have my child. I'm not really sure about the reasons; it's
the one thing we always argue about. But the bottom line
was that she's never been pregnant. Then she started
working and we just stopped trying. Since then, she says
she doesn't want children and she always insists on me
using a condom when we make love.
We have an excellent relationship, we're candid
with each other and we both enjoy the lovemaking. We
also enjoy the sex play and often bring others into our
games, but only as 'toys,' not as real participants. As far
as I know, since we've been married she's never made love
with another man. In our sex play games, there are
usually other men involved to one extent or another, and
she's allowed them to pet her and sometimes to perform
oral sex, but she always drew the line there - not allowing
intercourse. This was fine with me, and I enjoyed it, but
I found myself fantasizing about another man fucking her.
I don't know why, but it was always a major turn-on for
me.
On this day, after our lovemaking, we headed out
for a day of wine tasting, returning to our hotel to shower
and dress for dinner. When we opened the door, we were
delighted to find a basket of fruit and a note from Darrell
that he hoped we'd had a pleasant day signing off with,
"Please call me at ext 66 if you need anything."
"That was very sweet of him," Carole remarked.
"Why don't you call him and thank him."
"I think he'd much rather hear your voice."
"Oh, pooh! Okay, I'll do it." She dialed the
extension and Darrell immediately answered. "Thank you
so much for the lovely thought. . . . Yes, we had a
wonderful day, and we're just about to take a shower and
head out for dinner. The fruit basket is beautiful, it was
very kind of you.
After a pause, "Oh, that sounds wonderful. Thank
you." After she hung up, "Darrell has a nice bottle of
champagne and he's going to drop it by for us. Isn't that
sweet?"
"He's just interested in seeing your tits again," I
smiled.
"What do you think?" She said, smiling back.
"Well, let's not disappoint him."
She winked at me and headed into the shower,
leaving the bathroom door wide open.
He was there in seconds. I answered the knock on
the door and invited a smiling Darrell into our room. He
placed the champagne on the table and when he turned
around, he was treated to the view of my lovely wife in
the steamy shower. It was very sexy.
"Won't you have a glass with us?" I asked as Darrell
popped the cork from the bottle. He just smiled and
poured a third glass. We sat and chatted as we watched
Carole showering, apparently oblivious to our leering eyes.
"She's very beautiful, very beautiful indeed," Darrell
commented. "Do you do this sort of thing often? I mean,
show her beautiful assets to other men?"
"Just when we're on vacation. It's fun and we both
enjoy it. We find it really stimulates our love-making."
"I can imagine. And do you go any further than
this?"
"We play, but she won't go any further than the
play. Sometimes, she's allowed a little petting but it never
goes beyond that."
"How do you feel about her - and other men? I
mean, is there any chance that you might want to share
her?"
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"I find the whole idea very exciting. You know, it's
very stimulating to have other men interested in her. Very
sexy. In fact, I'd love to see another man fuck her, but I
know she'd never agree to that."
Darrell's eyes took on a whole new look. "I'd like to
try. She's incredible. Just look at that gorgeous body and
that lovely white skin. Man, I'll bet she'd be great in bed!"
"She is," I smiled. "But you wouldn't get to first
base with her."
He just looked at me without responding. We sat
and watched her shampoo her hair. Finally, Darrell broke
the silence, "I have an idea. I'm a Massage Therapist.
Suppose I offer to give her a massage. If she goes along
with it, she might relax enough to let go. It might get to
be very interesting. . . If you agree, of course."
"I like the idea, and it might work. Go ahead and
offer her a massage? What can we lose? I'll just play
dumb, and we'll see how she responds. It would be great
to watch you massage her, nude of course."
"Of course. That's the only way. And if it gets
heavy? Are you going to be okay with me fucking your
wife."
"I'd love to see it, but that's not a problem,
because she'll never allow it."
"Why are you so sure?
"I just know Carole. She'd never do it."
"I'll tell you what. I'll make you a little bet. I'll bet
you $100 that after I give her a massage she'll let me fuck
her. And, I'll bet you another $100 that once I start
fucking her she'll be begging me for more."
I found his language a bit offensive, but my cock
began to strain at the thought of this handsome black man
fucking my lily-white wife. "Well, you'd certainly lose your
$200 because I know she'll never let you fuck her."
"Don't be so sure. I'll even bet you another $100
that once she gets the feel of this black cock, she'll beg
me to pour my load into that lovely little snatch."
"Well, that one you'd definitely lose, because she
won't even let me fuck her without a condom."
"Okay, here's the bet. I'll give your wife a massage
- no charge. If she lets me fuck her, you owe me $100.
If she lets me fuck her without a rubber, you owe me
another $100, AND if she begs me to come inside of her
you owe me a third $100. Is that a deal?
A little annoyed at his arrogance, I answered,
"You're on," as I laid out three hundred dollar bills on the
dresser. It will be worth every penny to see that. And
just in case, I'm going to get my video camera out. This
could be classic stuff."
Darrell laughed as he placed his own hundred dollar
bills on top of mine. "Let me take the lead about the
massage. I'll make it seem spontaneous." Darrell's
thoughts were racing. 'I'm going to get into that sweet
little pussy, AND I'm going to make some money doing it.
It doesn't get any better than this.'
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With that, Carole came bouncing out of the shower,
naked of course, and drying her hair. "Oh, Darrell, you're
here again. It seems that every time I take a shower I run
into you. This could get habit forming."
"In my wildest dreams," the black answered.
Handing her a glass, I smiled, "Here try this
champagne that Darrell brought us."
"Oh, this is delicious."
Darrell quickly refilled her glass. He thought, 'If I
can get a few glasses of this stuff into her, everything will
be much easier.'
Carole, donning a robe sat on the sofa next to her
husband and across from Darrell. Still playing the game,
she allowed the robe to fall partially open and watched as
Darrell took note of her charms. Darrell told them about
his work, and how he came to be here at this chateau. At
the end of his story he casually mentioned his massage
therapy training and that he did this work during his spare
time.
"Oh, you give massages?" Carole chipped in.
"Yes, I do massage therapy for injuries like back
and leg injuries, and I also give regular massages to the
hotel guests. Just relaxing things for guests at the end of
their long days of traveling. It's easy work and I make a
pretty good living at it.
"Oh, how nice. I'll have to make an appointment
with you for a massage some time later in the week."
"Hey, I just finished work. I'm free and I could do it
now if you like."
"Well, I don't know." Now Carole looked a bit
unsettled. "Are you sure? You've been working all day.
You must be tired."
" It would be my great pleasure to give you a
massage. Let's enjoy the champagne and then I'll go out
and get my stuff." This was working out better than he
could have hoped.
"Oh, gosh, I'm not sure. Brad, what do you think?"
I just looked at Carole and, with a shrug of my
shoulders, gave her a big smile. Listening to their
conversation, and knowing that Darrell was going to do
everything possible to fuck my lovely wife, my cock
immediately began to grow. This was going to be a night
to remember.
Carole considered the offer for a minute. 'He's very
sexy and his massage will probably be wonderful. I'll enjoy
having those big hands all over me. Ummm, I think I'm
going to like this. I wonder if Brad is really okay with it?
What if Darrell gets pushy and wants to do more?
Actually, I don't think that's going to happen. He seems
like a very polite man, and Brad's here so I'm sure he
won't try anything funny.' Making her decision, Carole
finally said. "Well, okay," she replied finally, "I think that
would be very nice. Are you sure it's not too much trouble
for you?"
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"Oh, no Ma'am. I'd love to do it. And, afterwards,
you'll feel very refreshed. I guarantee it." 'You'll feel
refreshed alright,' he thought, 'After I fuck your sweet
little brains out.'
We sat back and relaxed drinking the bottle of
champagne. I sipped on mine, but Darrell drank almost
none at all. He was sure to keep Carole's glass full, and
she drank freely of the nice bubbly. As the bottle neared
empty, Darrell excused himself to get his massage stuff.
"Are you okay with this, Brad? I mean having a
black man put his hands on me?"
"If you are. I really don't have a problem with it,
and I'm finding it very exciting."
"I can see," she smiled. "By the bulge in your
pants that you do have a problem, but not the one we're
talking about."
"Ummm, yes. And, I'd like to videotape him
massaging you. It will give us some fun on a cold winter
night."
"Well, okay, but make sure that tape gets locked
up as soon as we get home. I wouldn't want that to show
up on Saturday night Adult Movies on Channel 51."
Carole kept her bathrobe on and added a small pair
of lace panties. In a very few minutes, Darrell knocked
politely and I opened the door ushering him in with a wink.
The atmosphere was electric as he asked her to lie on the
bed.
"I don't think we'll need the massage table," he
commented, "We can do it on the bed. It will be more
relaxing that way." 'All the better to fuck you, my
sweet,' thought Darrell.
She slipped off the robe and the sight of my wife
standing almost naked in front of a stranger, gave me an
incredible hard-on.
"Lie on your stomach and we'll do your back first."
She followed his instructions and Darrell spread oil on his
hands and began to slowly and rhythmically rub his hands
up Carole's calves, first one and then the other.
After what seemed ages, he moved onto her thigh
slowly and massaged each one for a few minutes. His
hands crept higher between her legs and I could see her
body relaxing to his touch. He said he was afraid the oil
would stain her panties, and without a word, Carole raised
her mid-section off the bed allowing Darrell to hook his
fingers into either side of the lace and slowly ease them
down. As he continued his massage, he gradually spread
Carole's legs a wider. At first she resisted and closed
them again, but he was persistent and after closing her
legs several times she finally gave up her resistence and
allowed him to open her legs giving us both a nice view of
her charms. Now Darrell's well-oiled hands went higher,
covering one of the cheeks of her behind, then his fingers
ran down between her cheeks, brushing the lips of her
pussy before going back down her thigh. When his fingers
brushed her pussy lips, Carole jumped and said, "No, not
that." But Darrell repeated this maneuver several times
and eventually Carole relaxed with each touch and began
to enjoy his intimate touching.
Before starting on the other leg he said he was too hot
and stripped off his shirt and trousers, leaving only a small
pair of briefs which bulged alarmingly. Carole had her eyes
closed but still she laughed and told him to be careful not
to stain his knickers! So, with a laugh, he took them off
to reveal his growing erection. I was quick to notice the
massive cock that Darrell sported. Even half-hard it was
huge, much, much larger than mine and getting bigger by
the minute.
Darrell began rubbing Carole's other leg and soon he
was again brushing her pussy with his fingertips. There
was no longer any resistence. She was obviously loving it
and purred like a kitten. He then asked her to raise her
hips and he slipped a small pillow under her, after which he
turned, and with a big smile, winked at me. The pillow
under her hips, had the effect of opening her rear,
exposing her pussy and making his access much easier. I
could clearly see the glistening lips of her now very wet
pussy.
Darrell's strokes became even more intimate - up the
inside of her legs, across her pussy lips and down the
inside of the other leg. I could hear Carole's breathing
increasing in tempo as the effect of his gentle hands on
her clit took it's toll on her composure. She was rapidly
losing control and Darrell was taking charge. I realized
that my first hundred dollar bill was in danger. It didn't
matter. I would gladly give that, and more, to see this
handsome black man fuck my lovely, lily white wife.
Now Darrell was openly massaging her pussy and rear,
with his middle finger slipping into her anus and his thumb
caressing her clit. It was now clear that Carole no longer
was giving any resistence but was cooperating fully with is
hands. Then he told her to turn over. He massaged the
front of her thighs and her stomach, and her breasts and
making no attempt to hide the attention he was giving her
pussy. He poured oil on her stomach and let it run down
between her legs. Then he reached below her pussy and
scooped the oil in his fingers and pulled it back up on her
stomach again. She loved this and he repeated it several
times. I could see by the flush in her face that she was
very excited. I realized that she was lost to Darrell and
that he could now do anything he wanted with her.
Maybe she hadn't realized where this was going, but she
would soon have that massive black cock stuffed into her
soft white pussy.
Darrell knelt beside Carole and placed her arm between
his legs so that he could massage the muscles of her arm.
He'd positioned her hand so that it was directly under his
cock and balls and as he resumed his massage he lowered
himself until his balls were just touching the palm of her
hand. At first she didn't respond but then I could see
Carole's hand gently close and begin caressing those
massive balls. Darrell leaned forward to kiss her, his mouth
closing over hers and I could see his black tongue darting
in and out of her mouth. She responded with a soft
moan, and sucked it eagerly into her mouth.
Darrell now moved slowly and deliberately, placing first
one knee and then the other between her legs. Now he
was lying on top of her, with her arms around his back as
they kissed deeply. He pushed his pelvis into hers and
she slowly moved her legs wider apart to accommodate
him as he ground into her, both of them taking in the
warmth of each other. Then he lifted her legs and she
responded by raising them up and wrapping them around
his waist. They continued kissing and I could tell that
this black man would be fucking my wife very soon.
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Darrell raised his hips and spread his legs apart so that
I could see him adjusting the tip of his cock at the
entrance of her pussy. With one hand he rubbed the
head of that enormous cock at her pussy entrance, back
and forth, back and forth. Carole was mewing like a
kitten, obviously loving the feel of his cock at her pussy
entrance. He knew he had her and he wanted to savor
this moment. For what seemed like an eternity he rubbed
his cockhead against her clit causing her to jump with
each contact. Her hips moved up trying to capture him
but he kept her at bay. Finally, I watched the muscles of
his backside tense as he slowly pushed the head of that
massive instrument into my wife's very wet pussy.
Slowly, first just the head and then an inch at a time I
saw that huge cock disappearing into Carole. As he did so
he looked across at me, then lifted Carole's legs onto his
shoulders so that I could see how completely he was
taking her. The whitness of her pussy contrasted so
sharply with his very black cock, and I could see her
blonde pussy hairs mingling with his jet black hair. It was
an incredible sight.
Goodbye two-hundred bucks. . . a hundred for letting
him fuck her, plus another hundred for him fucking her
without a rubber. I didn't care. I would have paid
anything to see this huge black cock driving into my wife's
luscious cunt.
His cock slowly pulled out until the tip was barely
resting on her lips before he went back in to the hilt.
Carole moaned with the effort of taking such a large cock,
but she was obviously loving it. He pushed in again slowly
and withdrew all the way out again. As his cock slipped
out of her I could see her raise her hips to follow it, not
wanting to lose the touch. Again he came forward and
again, the head and shaft disappeared into Carole, and
then completely out again and back in, each stroke with a
slowly increasing pace, and a little deeper penetration.
Carole was absolutely loving the fucking she was getting
from this large black man.
Then his pace began to quicken. He was now fucking
her harder and faster, and harder and faster. Darrell
began driving hard into her, but she made no effort, gave
no sign that she was in the least bit uncomfortable with
the pounding he was giving her. In fact it seemed that
she was loving it and encouraging him on. Then, I could
hear the beginnings of her climax, the little sound she
made as each downstroke drove deep into her. Quietly at
first and then louder and louder until she was screaming,
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, oh Yes! Please fuck me! Harder,
Harder! Harder!" She came with a loud shriek and then
wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as her
orgasm took control of her body.
"Oh yes, fuck me! Harder!" she screamed, "Come in
me! I want to feel you cum. Oh, please cum! Cum!"
His pace became quicker - almost frantic and he
pounded that huge cock deep into her. Then with a loud
grunt he drove hard into her and with a series of short
lunges he exploded inside of her.
Lying quiet now, covered with sweat and oil, they both
panted while recovering, his cock still deep inside her.
Darrell looked at me as, seeming to take as much pleasure
from my presence as from the act itself.
By now I had also stripped and was desperate to take
Carole, but Darrell ordered me to lie on the bed and then
lifted Carole onto me in a 69. She wrapped her lips around
my tool while I saw her red and gaping pussy lips above,
dripping with Darrell's juice. With Darrell looking straight
into my eyes I put my lips to her pussy and tasted his
spunk as it dripped from her.
I was driven mad by lust and within a couple of
minutes I shot into Carole's throat. Carole was slumped
across me but Darrell had other ideas. Even though he'd
only just come he was stiff again and lifted Carole to her
knees above my face, sliding into her from behind.
From that angle his cock looked massive as his balls
swung inches from my nose while his cock gave Carole
another fucking. After a few minutes he pulled out and
sat on the edge of the bed, lifting Carole to sit astride him,
resting her back against his chest as he fondled her
breasts. Again he was fully in charge and ordered me to
kneel between her outspread legs and lick her clit. I had
the closest possible view of his cock spearing her
widespread cunt as my tongue licked her clit.
After that we fell into an exhausted sleep. I awoke in
the middle of the night to see Carole sitting astride Darrell
fucking him with all her might. "Oh, cum, cum, cum inside
of me. I want to feel that hot cum inside of me again!!
Please cum!" She was begging him to cum inside her.
Goodbye $300.
The next morning Darrell fucked Carole as she sucked
my cock. Before he left, he smiled and winked at me as he
opened the top drawer and picked up the the pile of
hundred dollar bills.
Later that day, as we were packing to leave for Milan,
the phone rang. Darrell told me to get my video camera
out and be ready for his knock. A few minutes later,
Darrell knocked on the door, and when my wife answered
it, he stepped into our room and closed the door. Then he
took hold of her hair and pushed her to the floor. With
only minor complaints, she quickly got the idea, unzipped
his pants and hungrily took his cock into her mouth. What
followed was an incredible prolonged cock-sucking session
followed by him again vigorously fucking her from behind. I
video-taped the whole session.
Carole and I agreed it had been the most erotic
experience of our lives.
- The End -
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