More than a Massage: Two Women, Hubby, & the Back Room: An Erotic Wife-Sharing Lesbian Tale

Cindy's world has changed. Yesterday, the first day of a winter get-away with her hubby, she learned a couple of things about her husband.

First, he has a deliciously dark erotic side, using her to carry out a couple of intensely arousing fantasies (or maybe he figured out SHE had the dark side by reading some of the books she had downloaded, and giving her what she had secretly wanted).

Second, he was willing to share – letting three men she didn't know take her in ways she'd never dreamed of.

Now, on her second day of their mini-vacation, her hubby takes her to what looks like a small out-of-the-way general store, the kind that sells country trinkets to tourists and visitors. This one is a little different, though, because they have a special little hidden room where her husband takes her for a nice, relaxing massage.

The two massage therapists – a woman in her 40s and another in her 20s – start out simply enough, coating Cindy with oil and rubbing it into her skin. Soon though, Cindy finds the two woman are intent upon more than giving a simple massage, and her hubby joins them in this hot, steamy, surprising tale of unexpected eroticism…

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The women were back at her sides. On began unfastening the buttons on Cindy's shirt. A little thrill ran through her, and she suddenly felt it was wrong to be excited at the prospect of having these women undress her. She grabbed her shirt, trying to hold it closed. The older woman stepped behind her, pressing her body against Cindy's, her lips to Cindy's ears.

"Relax honey, we're just going to give you a massage," she said, her hands on Cindy's shoulders, her fingers stroking, a warm sense of relaxation spreading down Cindy's body. She let go of her shirt front, let the women finish unbuttoning her shirt, then closed her eyes as they slipped the shirt from her body.

The air was warm, almost humid in the room, yet now, with her shirt gone, she felt a little shiver run through her. Cindy kept her eyes closed as the women turned her around, led her to a cushioned table. She inhaled sharply as she felt fingers unsnapping the button on the front of her jeans, then trembled as they slipped her pants down, the feel of fingers against her thighs sending feelings of charged excitement running up her legs.

She stood now, clad only in her panties and bra, as she felt them pushed her body down onto a cushioned table. She opened her eyes just as they guided her head into one of those round donut-like pillows, so that her face had an unobstructed view of the floor.

Then she felt hands unsnapping her bra, slipping it from her body. She slipped her arms under her, started to push herself up, but the women pressed down, holding her against the table. The older one squatted down next to Cindy's face, her fingers caressing Cindy's jawline.

"Relax honey," she said.

Just then an ice-cold, gooey liquid touched the middle of her back, ran down along her skin. She shivered, a gasp escaping her mouth. Soon both women stood on opposite sides of the table, their hands in the liquid, rubbing up and down her back, the liquid turning warm and relaxing.

She groaned, her body shuddering, when she felt hands on her legs – a pair of hands on each thigh. The women had moved down to her legs, massaging now, the oil warming her skin. Another groan slipped from her lips as fingers touched inside her thighs, right against the edge of her panties…