Young Wife Gets a Sensual Massage (First Cuckolding Book 2) Page 6

  “Hi, Marty!”

  “Hey, Anny!” His eyes light up and flash over her body.

  “Do you like?” she asks, doing a pirouette, the idea of breaking the ice fast strikes her. “I want to look sexy so we can all get in the mood for our game. What do you think?”

  He nods. “That’s pretty sexy alright.”

  Anny holds his arms and kisses his cheek. “Good. I’m glad you think so…. Is there pizza? I’m so hungry.”

  “Yep.” His warm brown eyes lift from her open shirt. She meets them. “I’m really glad you’re here, Marty. Thanks for coming.”

  “Hey, I can’t believe I’m even here, Anny. This is awesome.”

  Jake has slipped into the kitchen to get the pizzas organized it seems. Anny assumes he’s deliberately left her alone with Marty. She decides to go a little further towards trying to relax and help Marty with that too.

  “Well we want you to be here, Marty. I hope you’ll try to relax and enjoy massaging me later. We did this when we were on holidays and it was great.”

  “Yeah but it was with a professional, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah and this is better. I’d much rather it be you than some stranger, and it’s not like a real massage – just a sensual one for fun. It doesn’t matter how you do it or anything.”

  He nods. “Okay….” His eyes lower quite deliberately. Anny takes a breath and lifts her chest. He grins. “Pretty!”

  “Uh huh, but you get to take my bra off, you know?”

  “Seriously?” He’s whispering now.

  “Of course! How much fun would it be if you didn’t?” she says teasingly and turns away. “But pizza first.”

  Anny meets Jake’s grin as she sits at the table. He has the boxes open and beers for him and Marty, wine for her.

  “This is so crazy. Are you guys sure there’s no gotcha camera set up here and I’m going to end up on the internet being laughed at?”

  “Nah, man, we’ve got a camera but not for tonight,” Jake says with a mouthful of pizza.

  “Oh yeah – what’s the camera for then?”

  “Private movies,” Anny tells him. “We’ve been trying different stuff, haven’t we, Jake?”

  They chat and laugh through dinner and a few drinks. Anny is totally relaxed and Marty seems to be too. Jake lays a folded sheet on the lounge room floor and puts the bottle of massage oil on the coffee table. Marty is sitting on the lounge watching. Anny’s belly is flip flopping again.

  She sits on the sheet and undoes her shirt, glancing at Marty as she slips it off. He’s looking at her breasts. She peers up at Jake. “I’ll leave my bra for you guys to take off, okay?”

  Jake nods. “Okay.” He looks to their friend. “Come and kneel down there, Marty…. I’ll let you take off Anny’s bra later but if you could start with her legs first?”

  Marty gets down on his knees and crawls to a position at Anny’s feet. Jake reaches with the oil bottle and squirts some into Marty’s hands then his own. “I’ll start with her arms and shoulders. You rub the oil in from above her knees up to her panties, okay?”

  Anny feels her blush rise. She’s tingling all over.

  Marty nods. “All the way up?” he checks with Jake.

  “Yeah just softly like this.” He smooths the oil over Anny’s shoulders and down her arms. “Just like that and it’s okay if you touch her panties a little bit. Do outside, and inside her thighs as well…. You can just imagine her pussy beneath the satin and rub nice and close.”

  Anny’s eyes roll up to her husband, her lips have parted but she has nothing to say. Marty rubs up the outside of her thighs and down the front. He does that a few times then Jake squirts more oil. Marty then rubs up the inside of Anny’s thighs and she parts them for him. He’s staring at her crotch and swiping his thumbs so close.

  “That’s good. Up over her hips too, Marty. With both hands and push her panties up tighter.”

  He does that, pressing firmly and catching the waist band of Anny’s panties with his thumbs. She lifts her bottom as he pushes them up tighter, still staring directly at her crotch. “Like that?” he asks Jake.

  “Yeah – like that…. Can you see the slit in her pussy now?”

  He nods. “Yeah, I can.”

  “That’s good. Now rub some oil into her belly. Just softly and a little bit under the front of her panties – but not too far under.”

  “Not too far….” Marty echoes as he smooths his oily hands over Anny’s belly, spreading his fingers and flaying them over her hips. She’s completely entranced, her voice gone, her skin alight with tingles and the tickling sensation of Marty’s touch filtering through her flesh and centring in between her legs.

  He’s still staring at her pussy. He has the soft satin cutting into her. He’s beside her now and rubs across her belly. Jake’s just watching. His hands are resting upon Anny’s shoulders. Marty rubs around in a circle, brushing the underside of her bra and slowing as he swipes beneath the front of her panties. “Are you ready to take off her bra?” Jake asks him, and Anny’s blush swarms over her skin again. “Just sit up a bit for him, Anny?”

  Anny lifts to her elbows.

  “Just take it off?” Marty asks Jake.

  “Yeah – just undo the back and take it off her…”

  Marty leans over Anny, his face close to hers, their eyes locking for a few seconds. He fumbles the clasp open then collects her shoulder straps. She lies back and lets him remove her bra from her arms. He looks at her tits. They shudder upon her breath. Jake moves around behind him and to Anny’s feet. He has an erection, which he’s holding aside and squeezing. “You can feel them, Marty. Rub in some oil and feel her nipples a little bit if you like.”

  Anny’s mind drifts into the absolute pleasure of her breasts being squeezed and stroked and massaged softly then firmly. Marty is playing with her nipples, pinching a little and tickling them too. He continues to rub over her belly and beneath the waistband of her panties, making her arch upward to get him to swipe closer to her opening. She holds her husband’s eyes while the other man plays with her body. The two men aren’t talking now. Jake is still holding his cock to one side. There’s a prominent bulge directly upright in the front of Marty’s shorts.

  “That’s really nice, Marty,” Anny utters softly.

  He smiles. He feels her right breast and rubs over the nipple.

  “Mmm – like that – nice and soft,” she tells him.

  “Like that?” he does both nipples at the same time.

  “Uh huh…. Do you like looking at me – feeling me like this?”

  “Yeah – I like it.”

  “You’ve made my pussy so wet, Marty. You were nearly touching it before, you know?”

  “I know. It feels nice with you shaved.”

  Anny meets her husband’s stare. “He can have a look at me down there – just down the front?”

  Jake nods. Marty’s looking to him.

  “Just lift up the front, Marty,” Anny says. “Go on….”

  He hooks a thumb under the band and lifts it. Anny keeps her thighs together. He peels the fabric away from her slit and looks at it, craning his neck and tilting his head to look deeper between her legs. She parts her thighs a little for him. Jake kneels beside her and squeezes her hand. She bites her grin. He places her bra over her breasts and she holds it, folding an arm across and sitting up a bit. Marty shifts back and wrings his oily hands together, still smiling huge.

  “What about we all go to the cinema together tomorrow?” Jake suggests. “Do you want to hang out, Marty?”

  “Yeah – sure! That would be great.”

  Jake chuckles. “Cool. You can go home and jack off now if you want.”

  “Oh don’t say that!” Anny scolds. “That’s mean!”

  “No – he’s got that right. I’m definitely going home to do that,” Marty says with a laugh. “Hell yes!”

  “Well you can think about me while you’re doing it if you like,” Anny tells him.

  “Can I take a pic?” he asks, surprising her.

  “Um….” She looks to Jake. He shrugs.

  “Only if it’s okay,” Marty adds more bashfully this time.

  “I don’t mind,” Anny says to Jake.

  “Okay but don’t show it to anyone, man,” Jake says.

  “No – just for you know….” Marty goes on bravely now.

  Jake shrugs again. “Yeah I guess that’s fair enough.”

  “I think it is,” Anny says resting back on her hands and thrusting her boobs forward. “I love the thought of you stroking off to my picture tonight, Marty.”

  He focuses his phone and snaps a couple of shots then checks them, his smile flashing again.

  “Okay get lost then. See you at about lunch time tomorrow, okay?”

  “Okay, see you…. That was awesome, Anny. Thank you.”

  “Thank YOU, Marty. See ya tomorrow!”

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  “That was so frigging sexy, Anny!”

  Anny is being kissed in bed. She’s just showered to wash off the oil. “But it doesn’t seem fair that he has to go home and do it for himself. That must be horrible for him.”

  “No way! He does it every night. Tonight he’s got your picture and the feel and look of your beautiful body to think about.”

  “Yeah I guess, but it’s still a bit sad.”

  “Do you want to wear something so we can feel you up at the cinema tomorrow? We can sit up the back corner and both of us play with you.”

  “Really? At the cinema?”

  “Yeah – dare you!” Jake says with a cheeky grin.

  “Oh you dare me, do you? And what should I wear exactly, Jackal? It seems you’re getting good at this pretty quickly.”

  “I know…. I love it, Anny…. What about a skirt and stretchy top with nothing under at all?”

  “Nothing at all? No bra or panties?”

  “Yeah – would you?”

  “Only if we drive and park right there so I don’t have to walk around town.”

  “Yeah Marty will drive us…. I want him to finger you, Anny.”

  Anny blushes “I want that too, Jake…. I would have let him do it tonight.”

  “I know. Me too, but we didn’t talk about it so I didn’t want to say anything out there.”

  “Okay. That’s good. It’s best if we talk together first…. I hope it was alright to let him look at my pussy like that?”

  “Yes I think it was fair to at least let him have a look at it that time.”

  “Mmm – that time, huh? It sounds really sexy when you say it like that…. But what about tomorrow? Should I wear a short skirt?”

  “What about a nice longer one with plenty of room for him to feel up under it?”

  “Okay – I could wear my peasant skirt and just a tank top?”

  “Yeah that’s good – so he can feel up under your top as well without undressing you at all. That would be best.”

  “Ooh – now I can’t wait, Jake! But you’re not allowed to fuck me tonight.”

  “I’m not? Why?”

  “Because I want you to jack off like Marty is – only you cum on me for real.”

  Anny pulls up her nightie and lies rubbing her pussy while Jake kneels over her and masturbates. She cums on her fingers just before he ejaculates ropes of semen across her breasts and belly. She rubs it in and he cuddles up behind her.

  That following afternoon Anny is led up the back of a movie theatre by her husband while she holds the hand of his best friend and pulls him along behind her. They wait for Marty to edge across the back row of seats to the corner. Anny sits beside him and Jake beside her. The big theatre is half empty when the movie starts and the lights dim. There are vacant rows in front of them and no one close beside.

  Jake has his arm across the back of Anny’s seat. Not long into the movie he taps Marty’s shoulder and motions to Anny. Marty touches her side, stroking softly. His fingers move up and down and gradually higher and higher until he cups her breast. He squeezes and feels her nipple. She moans and presses her chest forward. Jake checks around. Marty then reaches across and feels her other breast. He takes the weight of it and lifts, his fingers beneath jiggling and making it bounce. He’s looking down at it and jiggles some more then thumbs that nipple. He squeezes firmly and kneads that breast then moves back to the other.

  Jake strokes her hair. She looks to him then back down at his friend’s hand. Marty feels down to her belly and the hem of her top. He slips his hand under and feels his way back up. He’s groping her tits bare now.

  Anny looks to her husband again. “He’s going to make me wet doing that,” she whispers.

  “Is he? Is it nice?”

  “Uh huh…. He keeps pinching my nipples. They’re so sensitive now.” Marty gets a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes. Anny presses her chest forward and moans again softly. “Marty, you’re turning me on doing that…. You shouldn’t be touching me with my husband watching.”

  Marty glances at Jake then looks back at what he’s doing and jiggles her tit again. He does one like that then the other, making them wobble. “I love it when chicks go braless,” he says, glancing up from Jake to Anny. “Especially with your tits, Anny. They’re super hot.”

  “You like them?” Anny utters through her blush.

  “Aw yeah. I loved taking your bra off like that last night – seeing them properly instead of just down your top and that.”

  “Down my top, huh? Do you look down my top?”

  He nods, including Jake in a glance again. “I like your tops. We can always see some of your bra…. It was so amazing to be allowed to undo it.”

  “Mmm – make them wobble again, Marty. I liked that….”

  Marty cups her left tit and jiggles it, her nipple tight and rubbing against her top. He does it from beneath then from the side. He’s turned in his seat facing her. Jake checks around while he feels up under her top with his other hand and gropes and jiggles both of her tits, squeezing and playing with her nipples.

  “Someone’s coming,” Jake whispers.

  There are people walking up the aisle with a phone for a flashlight. Marty sits around. Anny tugs her top straight. The group of two middle aged couples stop three rows down and look towards where Anny sitting there trembling her knees together. They turn the other way and edge along into the middle of the cinema.

  “Good choice, people,” Jake mutters and flashes Anny an excited glance. “I thought they were going to sit right there in front for a minute.” He bends to Anny and kisses her softly.

  They all watch the movie as it gets kind of interesting. Jake keeps an arm across the back of Anny’s seat and casually strokes her curls. It’s not a bad film – a paranormal romance with some unknown actors, but they’re pretty good, Anny thinks. Marty is watching too but after a while he touches her side and his fingers crawl under the edge of her top. His hand moves upward and closes over her breast again, just softly this time. His gentle caress and attention to her nipples distracts her from the movie. “Mmm – that feels so nice,” she utters squirming in her seat now.

  He’s feeling her right breast. Jake’s hand lowers from her hair and closes over the other one. She looks to him, biting her lip and pressing her thighs together. He looks at his buddy. “Do you want to feel up under her skirt now, Marty?”

  “Yeah I want to,” Marty replies immediately.

  “Go on then. You can feel between her legs if you want.”

  Anny’s blush heats her entire body. Marty abandons her breasts and reaches down to her ankles for the hem of her skirt. His hand goes beneath and she holds her breath as it travels up her leg past her knee. His fingertips are touching softly. They run along the inside of a thigh, her other thigh pressed tight. He strokes up and back and she allows her legs to part a little and lifts her bottom as he takes that invitation and feels up further and finds her wetness.

  He rubs into her pussy, opening her a little. He continues and looks up. Anny is resting back against her husband, his arm around her, his hand holding a breast and his thumb softly stroking the nipple. Anny opens her legs a few inches more. Marty feels deeper between them to the opening of her vagina. She braces as he inserts a finger into her. “Uhh… hhhh,” she moans raggedly.

  “Oh I love that,” Marty groans under his breath, going out and in again.

  “Are you fingering her now?” Jake asks him, his voice flat, raspy.

  Marty nods excitedly. “She’s really wet, man. It feels awesome inside of her.”

  Anny’s legs open more without asking her. She has one pressed against Marty’s knee. She lifts and rests a foot against the seat in front, that leg now bent up spreading her thighs wider still. “Not too rough though, Marty. Just slow, please?” she utters.

  Jake holds her and keeps checking around while their friend finger’s her. He’s using his middle digit and now slowly moving in and out. He doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing under Anny’s skirt – not really hitting the spot much at all, but the very idea of being finger banged in a cinema in front of her husband has her orgasm building nicely. She wiggles to get him to press against her clit when he’s all the way in. “Mmm – push it in hard now, Marty….” He forces his finger in deep and she squirms against the rough heal of his hand. “Uh huh…. Like that. Keep it up me hard…. Uhh..hhh…. Fuck me with it now, Marty. Slide in and out – nice and deep and hard.” She grips Jake’s hand and crushes it. He’s watching around. Marty’s finger-banging her now, the sound of the movie loud enough to disguise the wet squelching between her legs.

  Anny cums hard, writhing and squeezing her thighs together, crushing Marty’s hand between them. His fingers are still inside of her when her belly stops clenching and she relaxes again. She allows her legs to open while he feels around in her wetness kind of curiously now. “You just made me cum, Marty.”

  He nods. “I know. You feel even wetter now.” He pushes his finger in deep. “It’s so hot up inside of you. I felt your pussy so tight around my finger when you came but it’s really hot and wet up in there now.”

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