Spreading My Wings Ch. 08

Protected oral sex is optional, covered by agreements among all parties and spouses. Short of abstinence, cunnilingus cannot be protected. Fellatio can be covered or limited to non-ejaculation although the latter does not provide true disease protection. In practice, Cindy and Dave have only met one woman who wouldn't fellate period, even her husband.

Dave admitted a fondness for anal sex with a woman and questioned my experience. I told him I didn't enjoy it and would likely decline a request. Then Cindy asked if Jack liked it. I admitted he had tried it with me but I believed he probably wasn't driven to find a willing partner.

"What about him taking it in the ass?"

"Oh God, no. He is very phobic about gay male sex."

Cindy giggled at my emphatic response. "That's normal but what about you putting a dildo or your finger in his ass during sex?"

In giving a brief summary of my fascination with Jack's butt, I mentioned seeing his anus excites me. I admitted having slipped a finger into him on occasion and described his tolerant submission to my intrusion. We've never had a dildo and I've never thought to use my vibrator. I concluded by acknowledging that I have had weird desires to fuck his ass.

Dave and Cindy looked at each other. He said, "You thinking Barbie?" and she nodded.

Cindy turned back to me and said, "We'd like you to meet our niece, Barbie. In fact, she's here right now in the other bedroom. She moved here yesterday to work in our spa that opens tomorrow. She worked for us the last five years and has been involved in our sexual activities too. She enjoys doing men with a strap-on. She can teach you how so we can surprise Jack with your new talent. Are you interested?"

I indicated I was so Dave and I got dressed. As we did, I realized we had sex within earshot of a relative of theirs. If it didn't bother them, there was no reason for me to feel out of place. Cindy went to another part of their apartment. She returned with a twenty-something woman whose mere appearance sent a chill of concern up my spine. Immediately, I thought, 'If Jack gets a chance to fuck her, he may forget to come home.'

I use a convention for changing names of people in my stories but I deviated from it in her case. The name Barbie fits best because her impossibly perfect body resembled the renowned doll. Large breasts stood out unsupported, defying gravity, high on her chest. Her flat stomach accentuated the overhanging masses; her narrow waist and wide hips produced an exaggerated hourglass outline; legs worthy of a chorus line dancer created a gap below her prominent mons and connected to the round buttocks of her backside.

She wore an indecently small, camel-colored bikini that blended into her skin. Her massive mammies stretched the thin halter fabric enough to show not just her nipples but the bumps on her areolas as well. The bottom strip of fabric appeared vacuum-sealed to her vulva, creating a cameltoe front to back. If I appear to be obsessed with her sexiness, it's because I want to make it clear how conflicted I felt.

What insanity drove me to consider letting my husband get near her? Yet there I was, arranging to send him to their lair for sex. Cindy introduced us and gave Barbie a brief summary of our sexual plans for my husband at the spa.

"Geez, Auntie, you haven't even opened your spa yet. How did you get involved with her husband already?"

"His name is Jack, the guy I told you about this morning."

"Ohhhh! That guy! I'd love to get in on this. What are we gonna do with him?"

Women have confidants to whom they divulge details about lovers and escapades. Judging by Barbie's reaction, Cindy gushing about my husband was one of the first things she heard upon her arrival. Pride in my husband's magnetism and prowess that filled them with excited anticipation glowed in my heart.

Cindy and Barbie talked about a four-hand massage scenario that obviously wasn't new to them. Two women giving a sensual massage leading to a sex act was standard fare for them; altering the roles to include me required only small changes. They told me about using a blindfold that enhanced the recipient's sense of touch, but also provided a perfect opportunity for me to be present and wear the strap-on without Jack's awareness. If the plan worked out, I would be enjoying my husband's ass before he knew I was there.

Experience had taught them that the sound of someone arriving often worries the customer so I had to be there before Jack. With the twenty-mile distance to the spa precluding riding my bike, the plan was for me to leave my house thirty minutes before Jack did. I would depart on my bicycle but park it at Cindy's house where Dave would be waiting to drive me to the spa.

The only place at the spa where I could conceal my presence was in one of the treatment rooms. Cindy intended to keep me company until the massage began to control my anxiety. Barbie would explain that Cindy was busy, using the opportunity to shower naked with Jack to show him her charms before he was blindfolded. It was a bait and switch setup. Jack would think he was signing up with her but I would drive home the contract.

The finishing touch in Cindy's plan involved aroma therapy. She inquired which of my perfumes Jack liked and if he had candle fragrance preferences. My answers were Juicy and vanilla. Vanilla was an easy aroma they could release from the diffusers at the spa. Fortune graced our planned tryst because Cindy had her own bottle of Juicy. She would wear it as a subliminal tease for Jack, and to mask my presence.

Jack was certain to visit the spa within the first week so we had little time for me to learn the unfamiliar strap-on action. Barbie recommended an immediate practice session with Dave standing-in for Jack. I followed the three of them to yet a third bedroom in their house setup as a massage therapy room. Dave, Cindy, and I began disrobing while Barbie retrieved her 'equipment' from a drawer.

The harness was panty-like with heavy elastic waistbands for support. Protruding from a hole in front was about five inches of erect-penis-shaped silicone. The harness had been modified to hold the double-ended dildo. The back end had a flattened and curved section that held a second protrusion meant to enter the wearer's vagina. Barbie explained the dildo was designed so it could be worn without a harness but it was difficult to keep inside during energetic sex.

Barbie wiped down both ends with a moist towelette and then applied a gel-lubricant to the female end before giving it to me to put on. The gel and earlier intercourse made for easy insertion. After I settled everything in place, she lubricated the penis. I could feel her hand contact with the dildo transferring to my clit and inside my vagina.

I had been concentrating on her instructions without thoughts about the sex act I was about to perform. Thus, I was startled to turn and find Dave and Cindy already in coitus. Apparently, eagerness to be taken from behind made him hard despite recent copulation with me. Cindy was on the table positioned so Dave was able to stand at the end fucking her. Dave stood with his legs spread wide, exposing his anus.

Barbie anticipated Jack would be nervous about what she put in him because of the blindfold and his lack of prior experience. She described her practice with men their first time was to let them feel the dildo until inserted.

Standing near Dave's side, she demonstrated by grabbing Dave's hand to guide it but she stopped. "Wait, he's liable to sense my body is out of position." She moved behind me and reached under my arm to repeat the move. Both of their hands were in contact with the dildo, guiding it to his anus until I pushed into him by leaning forward.

"Why don't I just do this part myself?"

"He's your husband. Believe me when I say he could recognize your hands by touch or at least feel how different they are from mine. We don't want anything to give you away until you're fucking him."

Dave paused his movements so I could practice mine. I immediately noticed the different hip action. The point of contact was in front instead of between my legs, the movement was back and forth instead of up and down, and the movement distance was greater. Muscles in my back and legs tired quickly. Stimulations from fucking transferred to me as tilting and bumping of the dildo instead of sliding in and out.

When Dave started fucking his wife, my motions were exposed as unsynchronized and awkward until I pulled back too far as he rammed forward, allowing the dildo to fall out. Barbie helped me back in and then recommended finding a point where I could maintain penetration with minimal movement. The concept she described involved Dave thrusting back and forth in his own rhythm, literally fucking himself on the dildo.

I concentrated on Barbie's instructions and my physical participation, separating myself from the eros of the situation. My inexperienced moves were nonetheless significantly influential to Dave. After a surprising short ride, he was helplessly unable to hold back his orgasm. The feeling of sexual power had yet to manifest itself but I was eager to try the strap-on with my husband for the pleasure I could give him.

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Only days later, Jack prepared for his second massage with Cindy at the Moonbeams Spa. He didn't notice that I was grooming myself for something extraordinary rather than simply freshening for the day. His imagination preoccupied his thoughts with possible outcomes, unaware that I had full knowledge of the definite experience in store for him. It was going to blow his mind.

I left Jack under the pretense of visiting sites and stores, a common activity for me. I had my perfume tucked in my bag so I could apply it after I left. Dave came out, ready to depart, a moment after I knocked on his door. As we drove, his friendly patter included assurances all was made ready. He used his cell phone to alert Cindy of our arrival so that she was waiting at the rear entrance for me.

After greeting me with a firm hug, she gave me a brief tour of the spa. A reception alcove occupied by Barbie faced the front waiting area. A hallway on one side led back past two treatment rooms to a shower room with an opaque, plastic curtain across the entrance. The remainder of the open rear area served as a break room and supply storage.

Cindy led me into the front treatment room and closed the door. She went over the itinerary, reminding me that she would stay with me while Barbie gave him a table shower. The door to our room would be open when they exited the shower but there was little chance of him observing me still in the room. Shortly after Cindy joined them, they would blindfold Jack. I was to wait outside the closed door until Barbie quietly opened it to let me in. She showed me the corner I should stand in during the massage. I took off my clothes and put on a terrycloth robe she gave me to wear until the sex began.

Her final words checked my mood. "You look anxious to do this. I'm not worried about you getting cold feet at the last minute. I can tell you're comfortable having sex with other partners because of the way you jumped on my husband but there are women who enjoy that freedom yet can't accept their husband with another woman. You have the final say. At any point, if you say stop, we stop with no hard feelings."

"You won't hear that from me. I'm all in for Jack knowing he's still got what it takes. It will excite me to see his cock in your pussy and make me proud when he makes you come."

"Let me tell you, girlfriend, your man is sexy. I've tasted his kisses. I've felt his hands, his tongue doing wonderful things to me. I'm doing this not just because you asked me to, but because I want to fuck him for my own reasons. He excites me so much, I'm getting wet for him already. Can you deal with that?"

"You'd be surprised how many women have said the same things about him. They would all be insanely jealous to know you're going to get the chance..."

The electronic chimes of the entry sensor silenced our banter. We heard a muffled male voice and then a single beep tone from a speaker in the room. Cindy mouthed the words, 'It's Jack.' She pulled me by the arm close to the common wall between the rooms. She pointed at a wall vent just above our heads. Cocking our ears, we listened to them prepare.

When she knew they had gone to the shower room, Cindy whispered, "I'm going to lock the front door so we don't get a walk-in. Wait here. In about ten minutes, you'll hear me activate the door sensor so Jack will think it's my other customer leaving. Then you'll hear me join them in the next room. That'll be your cue to go wait outside the door."

The wait seemed like an hour. I clenched my hands to stop their trembling. Through the open door, I heard the voices of Jack and Barbie, and then Cindy's as if she was talking to someone. When I heard the sensor chime, I watched the open doorway until Cindy breezed by. Soon, I was standing outside their door, trying desperately to hear anything, but the blood pounding in my ears masked all sounds.

Finally, the door swung open slowly to reveal Barbie grinning at me. I stepped past her, stopping to look at the draped backside of my husband on the table, his blindfolded face pressed into the cradle. I fought an urge to crawl on top of him and love him. Barbie silently closed the door and had to nudge me off to my assigned corner.

For forty-five minutes, two yellow bikini clad ladies rubbed and teased my hubby, one on each side of him. They moved the modesty-sheet to uncover various parts of him but never exposed his genitals; their hands, however, ignored the fabric as a boundary to their touching.

At the end of the massage, each woman removed her bikini. Putting four hands on his shoulders, they made swirling effleurages down his chest. Sliding under the draping at his waist, they continued across his hips and down his legs, pushing the sheet completely off him.

Jack understood the implication of their act. His motionless hands came to life. Getting bearings from the legs they encountered, each hand traveled up to probe a honey-pot. The women were running massage strokes from the four corners of his body, ending with long pulls on his erect penis.

Cindy smiled at me before leaning in to make her threesome offer. Just as they had planned, they convinced him to allow Barbie to fuck him with a strap-on while he fucked Cindy. Already, he trusted them. I knew he would.

I slipped off my robe and snuck to a position behind where they were setting up. Barbie let Jack examine the strap-on contraption with his hands. When he was satisfied, she wiped and lubed it as in practice before handing it to me. I was so nervous I almost dropped it.

My vagina was ready for sex, oozing its own lubrication; the G-spot stimulator slid in easily. Barbie lubed the dildo as I adjusted the harness. By the time I stepped behind Jack, he was balls deep in Cindy's vagina. I was so busy with my preparations that I missed the magical moment when his cock entered another woman for the first time.

I didn't fret about it for a second. Before me was the ass of the man I loved, one I have spanked, kissed, bitten, and fingered for decades. At last, I was going to penetrate his body like he does mine. I was so anxious to enter him that I almost jumped the gun. Barbie saved the day by pulling me back. She reached around me to guide Jack's hand to the dildo. With her guidance, I slid in.

I wanted to raise my hands and shout for joy. I was having my way, focused on the experience of being in the sexually dominant position. Always before, even when I rode on top of him, he was fucking me with his penis; now I was the one wielding the wand of wonder. Already, an orgasm was boiling up from my womb. My hands grabbed his hips and pulled him against my phallus, slamming his cheeks against my groin.

I was out of control again, thrusting too hard, too early; forgetting all the advice they had given me. I was ruining his ability to establish a rhythm with Cindy. Barbie grabbed me by the waist from behind. She held me still until Jack achieved a rocking motion I could compliment with slight tilts of my pelvis.

She moved to Jack's side where she could kiss him and tease his nipples. His hand immediately sought her clit but instantly realized the physical impossibility of her being at his side. The question of who was taking his ass interrupted the three-way fuck long enough for him to discover I was there.

My life-long lover took the news in stride. He knew better than anybody that his wife's fantasy was being fulfilled. He submitted his body to me so we could return to action.

Barbie was able to coach me vocally now, so she explained the dildo should reach his prostate gland, his 'G-spot', at about three to four inches deep. By controlling my urge to push too far, I could provide the maximum pleasure for my man. From his vocal reactions, I knew when I found that spot.

Jack later described his orgasm as one long flow instead of waves, a burning sensation from deep inside, extending through his penis. His condom held a large pool of semen when he was done. I had two decent orgasms for my efforts but considered the experience my husband enjoyed provided the deepest satisfaction a wife could want.

Cindy didn't have the be-all and end-all fuck she hoped to get but she knew she would have other opportunities with Jack. She earned the right to them for taking a back seat to our needs. Barbie was left a bystander. Because her contributions were critical to our success, I promised her unlimited access to my husband for sex. I have several stories to tell about swinging with them and their friends.

From this encounter, we developed our own strap-on fetish. We purchased strap-ons for personal use in our bedroom. Yes, that was plural strap-ons. I have a double ended one like Barbie's for taking my husband. We found a hollow one for Jack to wear. It's a nearly nine-inch monster that's always ready to fuck the shit out of me, and has room for him to get hard inside.