One thing just leads to another

I slid the heavy chrome butt-plug slowly down the crack between your arse cheeks. It glistened in a hazy, almost organic way from the slippery lubricant I had lavishly smeared over the bulbous head. It left a snail trail as it ventured further and then its tip found your tightly puckered hole.

For a second my mind wandered and I thought about the week before, and how I’d met you at 103’s. The club had been quiet that night. It had been a few years since I’d tried my luck on Red Hot Pie. Soon after registering, I’d met a couple online who sounded genuinely eager to involve me in a threesome. We met a few days later and over coffee we discussed our feelings and desires. She was a shapely, almost Rubenesque woman in her early 50’s. Her partner, who was tall and muscular, was eager to see her extend her recent forays into the swinging scene.

Unfortunately, he was also about to go under the knife. It was a fairly routine operation but he’d be out of action for a month or more, and in another state. Even so, he didn’t want this to interfere with his ladies education. Sensing her strong, yet largely hidden and untapped sexuality, he really wanted her to play the hot-wife, whether he was around or not. This was his gift to her.

It was a week after our coffee together at Dome that I went to their home. It was about 7pm when I pulled into the drive. The porch light threw a soft yellow glow across me as I unloaded the massage table and bag full of towels, oils and assorted tools of trade. I’d always enjoyed giving a massage, especially to an attractive woman, and so I was feeling more than a little happy, not to mention sexually excited, at the thought of laying hands upon this rather sexy woman.

She greeted me at the door, wearing a bathrobe.

“Hi, I was just taking a quick shower. Hope you don’t mind the robe.”

“Not a problem. We’re going to have you naked and on my table in just a few minutes anyway”, I replied with a grin.

I shuffled past her, weighed down by the massage gear, and she indicated a room to the right. The lounge was fairly empty apart from a modular L-shaped suite fitted around the farthest corner. There was a large rug covering the middle of the floor. I set up the table expertly on the rug and laid out towels close by. The oil was poured into its bowl and placed on a small T-candle warmer.

The room was warming slowly from a compact electric heater in another corner. Julie and I exchanged glances and I suggested she remove the robe and climb onto the massage table.

Perhaps I’d better invite Robert to join us before we start.

“Sure”, I said and looked around.

Julie was pointing towards her iPhone which was propped up at the end of the sofa. She moved to it and press a couple of virtual buttons. I heard the ringtone and then Robert’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hi, are you two ready to put on a show for me?”

Though I’d sometimes been part of a threesome in my earlier days on RHP, this was the first time that a woman’s partner would be there in voice alone. Julie re-positioned the phone with it’s camera pointing at the massage table and then slipped past me allowing the robe to fall from her shoulders as she moved.

My attention was still on the phone.

“Sure”, I said to Robert. “Anything for a weird life.”

By the time I turned back to the table, Julie had positioned herself face down and with wriggling into her comfort zone. Her smooth, naked body spread out enticingly before me. Her round arse rose in a distracting manner, so I place a small towel over it. It would be easily lost when the time came.

“Warm enough?”, I inquired.

“Definitely”, Julie replied and snuggled down the table another centimetre.

“Nervous?”, I continued.

“Only a little. I loved getting a massage and have been waiting since our meeting at Dome for this one.”, I thought her voice sounded a little muffled with her face down into the vent hole in the table top or perhaps it was a hint of lust that deepened it.

My hands dipped into the warm rose-scented oil and I let it flow between my long fingers.

“So let us begin”, I said and leaned over her, to spread the luscious, oily warmth between her shoulder blades.

TO BE CONTINUED ????

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