Spreading My Wings Ch. 07

This story series chronicles my initial extra-marital experiences. They began late in 2013 after over forty years in a monogamous marriage. Originally, my husband gave me permission to seek sexual gratification from other partners as a gift of his love; I subsequently gave him freedom to do the same. We now have an open marriage that includes swinging, sharing, and threesomes. I am a mature woman (over sixty) who still enjoys energetic sex. Despite flab, wrinkles, and saggy boobs, I have no problem attracting and satisfying younger partners. These are real life encounters. I don't falsify my appearance or pretend all sex outcomes are perfect, so don't expect porn-like fantasies.

I apologize to readers in the Group Sex category who find this seventh chapter is their first exposure to the series. Previous activities supported beginning elsewhere; the current encounter belongs here.

SandraMustard 2014

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A surprise visitor shows up at my massage.

My freedom was now complete. I had freedom to continue having sex with my husband's knowledge and blessings, plus freedom from the nag of my conscience. Having outed our marital changes on Literotica's forums, I could tell people about what I was doing, too. I learned I had to be careful which Facebook account I used, what email address originated messages, what phone contact I texted, even what I said to my kids.

My daughter offered to visit with her kids because I would be home without a car. I told her, "I won't be home. I'm riding my bike to the craft stores and I have a massage appointment."

"A what appointment?"

I thought fast. "A manicure. You know, get my nails done."

"You said massage."

"Yeah, right. Like I'd get one of those."

"You should sometime. You might enjoy it."

I nearly broke out in laughter. I ended our call before I made a serious blunder with seeing Roberto on my mind.

I was planning a whole day of shopping (browsing really) with two specific craft stores on my itinerary that were within three blocks of Roberto. I had mentioned to my husband that I might put a massage on my to-do-list. Having come to grips with the reality of my sexual outings, he encouraged me to continue seeking my pleasures. He wanted to know what I did and how I felt, to share the knowledge of my activities as a voyeur much like I enjoyed hearing his tales of exhibitionism.

Jack had his own set of plans that would use the car all day so I would be traveling by bicycle. The stores and Roberto were about four miles from home but that presented only a minor problem as I often cover twenty-five miles on our bike-path rides. When I made my appointment with Roberto the day before, I mentioned my mode of transportation and that I would need a shower to freshen up before the massage.

Hubby left that morning an hour before I did. I spent two hours at the craft stores before I arrived for my appointment. He had his private bathroom set up for my use, complete with a flowery body wash to replace his masculine preference. When I entered the massage room, Roberto was sitting in a chair texting on his phone. He sent his missive on its way then put his phone down on a nearby shelf.

I dropped my towel over his chair when he stood up, leaving me naked within inches of him. I reached out to hug him while exchanging greetings that my sweaty-self had avoided earlier. He held me in an embrace after the hug and kissed me. Our lips had never met before so it turned into sixty seconds of exploration.

As I climbed naked onto the table, I settled on top of the drape sheet. I pointed out to Roberto that my hug had left two wet circles on his shirt. A quick yank over his head removed the garment. Encouraged by his response, I told him my hips had dampened the front of his pants as well. In two seconds, he was naked. I felt a rush of excitement seeing his dangling cock.

He began with a thorough, almost measured massage. If he was pacing himself, he became stalled in one location, my ass and thighs. His oiled hands went all over me and into every orifice. He had me moaning long before the flip. I swiveled my head to keep track of the penis moving around me. I made use of several chances to grab the tiger by the tail.

When he had multiple fingers working my G-spot toward early ignition and my hand curled tightly around his rock hard member, I questioned his schedule. "You've got me so hot, I might not be able to wait to turn over."

His phone twittered before he answered, "We have no reason to wait."

He lifted my legs and pulled my body to the end of the table. Bent at the waist, my legs hanging off the end didn't reach the floor. Looking over my shoulder, I watched him open a condom and roll it on. His oiled hands created a friction-less rod that drove full length into me on a single thrust. I don't know if he or I grunted loudest. Full in is where he stayed.

His groin rested against my ass-cheeks. Swollen man-flesh was filling my vagina, while his hands did effleurages on my lower back. I felt compelled to perform my Kegel exercises on him. He began to rock to my squeezes. Rocking became sliding. Sliding became slamming. His hard cock hit the spot. Yeah, that spot. I shrieked and cried with the force of my orgasm.

"More?" he asked while continuing to rock.

"Don't stop," I begged.

I was feeling awesome, his strong cock pounding into me. The next orgasm began to build its unstoppable momentum. My fists clenched the sheets to hold on as the O-waves hit.

I heard the rattle of the doorknob. I turned my head toward the door while Roberto slammed his cock harder into my gushing sex. I could barely register in my brain that my husband, Jack was walking into the room. Beyond the point of no return, my climax ruled the next minute. My husband made no sound while he watched me come. Roberto was not afraid to keep fucking me with what should have been to him a strange man or possibly an upset spouse looking on.

When I could form words, I gasped, "Jack, what are you doing here?"

"I worked it out with Roberto to watch. He texted me when to come. He is a great guy, Babe. He cares about helping you and me. I couldn't find a better man for you if I tried."

He paused to watch my body jerk rhythmically . Roberto was doing slow thrusts to keep my engine running. "I love seeing you come. Your face glows like an angel. I wanted to see you come again."

As if queued to take a race car for another lap, Roberto increased his tempo. I stretched my arm toward Jack and he stepped to my side. I had looked at his groin as he moved and saw excitement pressing out. Desire to love my husband equally filled my heart. I tugged his shorts down. Jack finished removing them and his shirt. My hand pulled his cock toward me as I slid to the side of the table to meet him. Instantly, his familiar taste was on my tongue. I had two cocks in me in a threesome I never anticipated experiencing. I was enjoying the double attention.

Jack was getting hard. I wondered if he would cum in my mouth or wanted to try my pussy. The answer came from Roberto. His cries and grunts indicated he came, unable to hold back or purposely popping his cork early. He pulled out and spoke. "She's all yours, Jack. Take 'er for a spin." They reversed positions and the tag-team fucking continued.

Jack held firm, sliding into my well lubed cavity. Roberto pulled off his condom and offered it to my mouth. I began sucking to clean his cum, but my awareness focused on my lover being the stud of old. Unlike the oiled, sheathed cock that had filled me but provided no tactile sensations, Jack's skin rubbed on my interior walls. The feeling is an ultra-personal contact that I realized I could discern. He's thick too, fatter than Roberto, and average-length enough to please any woman when he can stiff it out.

Roberto accepted a supporting role, getting erect despite my distracted mouthings, but never near another orgasm. Meanwhile, my husband was fucking me royal. From years of experience, we melded our bliss into a single orgasm. Oh, glorious day, it was heavenly to feel his wetness pouring against my womb!

Roberto stepped away when Jack rested on top of me. We shared romantic afterglow for several minutes. When Jack got up, Roberto was there with moist, hot towels to clean up. After a short rest, Roberto offered to complete the contracted massage.

With him on one side, and Jack on the other, they provided an exquisite four-hand massage. Hey, my husband is no slouch. I would bet any lady would pay for his services (happy endings extra of course). After thirty minutes of genuine massaging, they both teased my clit until I wanted another vagina treatment.

Lying naked between two naked men who were working over my body, I grabbed both of their cocks. Only Roberto was ready to please me again. I didn't feel strange about telling him to fuck me with Jack there. Everything seemed natural and exciting. Already, we were comfortable with group sex.

Roberto put on a condom and then pulled my body to the end of the table. I glanced at my husband; he was watching Roberto intently. Roberto lifted my legs to his shoulders then grabbed the base of his cock and slapped the glans down on my pubes. His hips drew back, pulling his cockhead down through my slit, where he paused to swirl the tip around my clit like a swordsman.

With my legs lifted high tilting my hips, I could see my inner labia folded open, wet with arousal, creating a slick trough for him to follow to my waiting vagina. As his penis started to push into me, I turned to watch Jack's reactions just in time to see a smile break out. His penis was still in my hand and I felt it stir; I began to caress his manhood.

I watched his facial reactions, evidence enough that he truly enjoyed observing me having sex with someone else. I experienced a new form of exhibitionism, fucking expressly for his voyeuristic pleasure. Roberto's cock was catching my G-spot. Jack and I locked eyes as the first earth-moving orgasm raged through my body.

"That's it, Babe, ride that hard cock!" my husband encouraged.

I moaned and cried as my body convulsed. When my passion began to ebb, Roberto slowed his pace for ten seconds and then began pounding me with renewed vigor. Jack's cock had stiffened fully erect during my climax so I pulled it to my lips. My fellatio eventually drew some pre-cum but I lost my concentration when my second orgasm blossomed and he never ejaculated.

Roberto did, though. His thrusting escalated through my orgasm. He leaned over me and drove deep, grunting with his effort. Throwing his head back, he growled with primordial ecstasy as he held still his pulsing manhood inside me.

We shared a brief afterglow moment before he pulled his cream-filled balloon out of me. With apologies, he stated that he needed to recover and prepare for an afternoon appointment. We had ample time to clean up. He directed Jack and me to use his master bathroom to shower. Roberto used another bathroom in the house to shower at the same time. Before parting, he shook hands with Jack, and gave me a hug and kiss. He said he looked forward to having us visit again.