The Massage That Ended in Fucking

The dimly lit massage room smelled of warm almond oil and the faint, unmistakable scent of her arousal. I was lying face-down on the table, and Lena, my wife, had stopped pretending she was just watching about five minutes ago. Her fingers glided over my back, but her eyes kept drifting to the spot where the sheet was visibly tenting.

"Hey, so if there was an actual massage therapist here instead of me... would you be this hard for her too?" she whispered in my ear, a playful edge creeping into her voice.

"Only if she was as fucking horny as you are," I answered without opening my eyes.

Lena let out a quiet laugh, but her hand had already slid lower, gripping my ass cheek and giving it a squeeze.

"Ooh, someone's feeling bold. Come on, roll over, hero."

I obediently flipped onto my back. My cock was rock hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Lena licked her lips, clearly pleased with the result of her "innocent" little joke.

"Now that's what I call an experiment," she purred, wrapping her palm around my shaft and stroking it slowly up and down. "You're the one who said you wanted to try something new at the massage place..."

"I meant a prostate massage, not my wife jerking me off in a spa," I breathed out, though my voice was already shaky.

"Eh, I don't think the two are mutually exclusive," she said, leaning down. Her hot tongue traced the entire length of my cock, from my balls to the tip. "Mmm... you taste so good today."

I grabbed her hair, not roughly—just enough to feel her pushing deeper on her own. Lena didn't resist. Instead, with a greedy moan, she took me almost all the way down, her throat tightening around the head.

"Fuck, Len... are you serious about doing this here?" I asked hoarsely, even though I already knew the answer: yes, she wanted it.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth, licked her lips, and looked me straight in the eyes—real lust swimming in them.

"And you're not? I'm already soaked like a total slut. I want you to fuck me right here. For real. Hard."

I sat up and yanked her thin dress off. Nothing underneath. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, and between her thighs, her smooth, already dripping pussy was gleaming. I ran my fingers over her clit—she flinched and let out a soft moan.

"Then get on top, you filthy thing," I said, lying back down and holding my cock, slick with her saliva.

Lena didn't waste a second. Spreading her legs wide, she lowered herself onto me, and I sank into her in one long, hot stroke. Her walls gripped me tight and wet; she arched her back, digging her nails into my chest.

"Ohhh... so deep..." she breathed, starting to rock her hips slowly. "Your thick cock fills me up so good..."

I grabbed her firm ass and started helping, driving my cock in harder. The room filled with wet slaps, her moans, and my heavy breathing. Lena leaned in closer, her tits swinging right in front of my face.

"Suck them... come on..." she almost commanded.

I caught a hard nipple between my lips and bit down gently. She cried out, but immediately started moving faster, practically impaling herself on my cock like a woman possessed.

"Yeah... just like that... fuck your horny wife... harder... I want to feel you all the way in my womb..."

I flipped her onto her back right on the massage table. Lena's legs went up on my shoulders. Now I was pounding her deep and rough, every thrust making her moan louder. Her pussy was squelching, her juices running down the inside of her thighs.

"I... I'm gonna cum... don't stop..." she screamed, her eyes rolling back.

I sped up, feeling her walls start to clench around me in spasms. Lena arched off the table, a long, trembling moan tearing from her throat. Her body shook through her orgasm, her pussy flooding my cock with hot wetness.

I couldn't hold back. I pulled out and, with a couple of hard strokes, shot thick ropes of cum across her stomach, her tits, even her chin. Lena, still trembling, ran a finger through a drop on her lip, licked it clean, and gave me the dirtiest smile.

"So..." she breathed out, panting. "I'd say the experiment was a success. Next time, I'll ask the massage therapist to stay and watch."

I laughed, kissing her sweat-damp forehead.

"You're definitely the horniest woman on the planet."

"And you love me for it," she winked, running her palm down my chest and toward my cock, which was already starting to stir again.