My Wife's Secret Touch

The first time I saw her hands on him, my cock twitched so hard I nearly dropped my coffee. Lisa, my wife of eight years, had taken a part-time job at the upscale massage studio downtown to help pay bills. She was the new masseuse, and he was her favorite regular — a tall, confident guy named Marcus who always requested her by name. The air in the dimly lit private room smelled of warm sandalwood oil and something sharper, the faint musk of arousal already hanging between them.

I wasn't supposed to be there that afternoon. The studio owner had given me a key so I could surprise her with lunch, but the moment I stepped into the back hallway I heard her low, flirty laugh through the cracked door.

"God, your shoulders are tight again," Lisa murmured, her voice huskier than it ever got at home. "You've been stressed, haven't you, Marcus?"

"Only because I can't stop thinking about these hands, Lisa." His deep voice rumbled. "You know exactly how I like it."

I froze outside, heart hammering. Through the narrow gap I watched her pour more oil over her palms, then glide them down his broad, naked back. She was wearing the studio's tight white uniform — the one that hugged her full tits and made her ass look incredible. Her wedding ring glinted under the soft lights as she worked lower, thumbs pressing into the dimples above his waistband.

My breath caught when she didn't stop at his lower back. Instead she hooked her fingers under the towel and slowly peeled it away, exposing his thick, half-hard cock resting against the sheet.

"Mmm, looks like someone's happy to see me today," she whispered, voice dripping with lust. She wrapped her slick fingers around his shaft without hesitation, stroking slowly from base to tip. "Your cock is so fucking big. I think about it all the time when I'm touching myself at home."

Marcus groaned, lifting his hips to give her better access. "Then stop teasing, baby. Your husband doesn't know what he's missing. Suck it."

I should have burst in. Instead I stayed hidden, palming my own throbbing dick through my pants as my hotwife dropped to her knees beside the table. Lisa's lips parted, and she took him deep in one smooth motion, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room — the slick pop of her mouth, the wet glide of her tongue swirling around his fat cockhead.

"Fuuuck, just like that," Marcus growled, threading his fingers through her dark hair. "Deeper. Let me feel that throat."

She gagged softly but pushed forward until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, holding him there while her eyes watered. When she pulled off, strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening dick. "I love how you stretch my mouth. My pussy's already soaked for you."

She stood, quickly shedding her uniform top and bra, letting her heavy tits bounce free. Then she shimmied out of her tiny skirt and panties, revealing her smooth, dripping pussy. Climbing onto the massage table, she straddled him reverse cowgirl so I had the perfect view. She reached back, guided his thick cock to her entrance, and sank down with a long, throaty moan.

"Oh my god... so deep," she gasped, rolling her hips in slow circles. The wet squelch of her juicy cunt swallowing every inch made my knees weak. "Your cock fills me up way better than my husband's ever could."

Marcus grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them so I could see everything — the way her pink lips clung to his shaft on every rise and fall, the shiny coating of her cream. "Ride me harder, you dirty hotwife. Show me how bad you need stranger cock."

Lisa braced her hands on his thighs and started bouncing, tits jiggling wildly. The table creaked beneath them. "Yes... fuck me. Use my married pussy." Her voice cracked into desperate little whimpers each time she slammed down, taking him balls-deep.

I couldn't hold back anymore. Quietly I pushed the door open just enough to step inside. Lisa's eyes flew wide when she saw me, but instead of stopping she smiled wickedly and rode him even faster, putting on a show.

"Look, baby," she panted toward me, never breaking rhythm. "This is what I do when you're at work. I let him fuck your hotwife whenever he wants."

Marcus glanced over, surprised but clearly turned on. "You gonna watch me cum in your wife's cunt?"

I nodded, stroking myself openly now. The sight was too much. Lisa's moans grew louder, her pussy making obscene wet noises as she chased her orgasm. She reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in frantic circles.

"I'm gonna cum... oh fuck, I'm cumming on his cock!" Her body tensed, thighs shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Clear fluid squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and the sheet.

Marcus flipped her onto her back in one smooth move, pushing her legs wide. He drove back inside her with hard, punishing strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls. "Take it. Take every inch, you slutty married girl."

Lisa's eyes locked on mine, mouth open in ecstasy. "Cum inside me, Marcus. Fill me up while he watches."

With a deep grunt he buried himself to the hilt and erupted. I could see his cock pulsing, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into my wife's willing pussy. When he finally pulled out, a creamy flood of his seed leaked from her stretched hole, dripping down over her ass.

Lisa reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked it clean while staring at me. "Mmm. Tastes even better when you watch, honey."

Breathing hard, she slid off the table and dropped to her knees again, taking Marcus's softening cock into her mouth to gently clean him. Then she turned to me, eyes sparkling with mischief and fresh lust.

"Your turn now," she whispered, crawling toward me with cum still glistening on her chin. "Come fuck your hotwife while his load is still inside me."

I didn't need to be told twice.