On vacation, at the masseur's

Lena and I once found ourselves vacationing at a resort. Nothing special, but you couldn't say it was bad either. We went to the beach, took various tours, or just wandered around the city. Often, coming back from the beach, Lena would look at me slyly and tell me how some guy or an older man with lecherous eyes had been staring at her. And there was a reason for it, of course, because her white swimsuit didn't so much hide as accentuate the lines of her body. In those moments, I always felt the urge to ask:

"Would you give it to him?" But I always somehow held back.

During one of our beach visits, we noticed a small pavilion standing a bit away from the main beach services. It turned out

to be a small massage salon. A tall, and even by European standards, handsome black man worked there. Honestly, I'm indifferent to that kind of activity and don't see any particular benefit in it, but my wife, on the contrary, says it's simply necessary. We went into the pavilion and, more with gestures than words, booked an appointment for three in the afternoon. Or rather, only Lena booked. At three, after a light stroll, we approached the salon. The black masseur gestured for Lena to go into a small room where she could take off her light shorts and tank top.

Lena went to get ready, and I looked around the salon. A small room in soft, pleasant tones, with a comfortable and spacious lounger in the middle. I got bored and shouted to my wife that I'd go to the little bar for a beer in the meantime. What happened next, I'm telling from Lena's own words:

"In the room, I took off my shorts and tank top, leaving only my sheer panties. On a small stool lay a neatly folded sheet. Wrapping herself in it, Lena came out of the room and headed to the couch where the masseur, whose name, as it later turned out, was Dick, was waiting. The black man was bare-chested and wearing soft, tight-fitting pants. I involuntarily noticed his crotch and saw a bulge of considerable size.

'Not a bad tool,' I thought, but immediately embarrassed by my own thoughts, I looked away from his cock, though this didn't escape Dick, who smirked arrogantly, looking at me brazenly. The black man pointed to the couch with his hand. I approached and, covering my chest with my arm, lay on my stomach, placing my arms along my body. Dick adjusted the sheet, covering my butt with it, then, after rubbing some pleasantly scented oil on his hands, began a slow, expert massage. I lay relaxed with my eyes closed. Dick's hands massaged my back and shoulders. Sometimes he went down to my butt and, slightly moving the sheet aside, gently rubbed my lower back. During the massage, Dick, while massaging my back, slid the sheet down to my heels.

And began massaging my lower back and legs simultaneously. It occurred to me that the sheer panties didn't hide my butt from the black man at all, and at the moment when he was massaging my legs and my pussy, I thought for some reason that black men hadn't fucked it yet. I'd had all kinds—young, old, Russian, foreigners—some fucked me, others I just sucked off, but I hadn't had any black men. Dick, while massaging me, constantly moved along the couch, which was quite high. When the black man was near the head of the couch, his crotch was right at the level of my face.

'How nice it is when he massages the inner part of my thighs,' I thought.

His fingers, dexterous, strong, and yet gentle, ran over her skin, making me drown in pleasure.

'Come on, a little higher, just touch my slit, oh how good, please stroke it,' I mentally pleaded.

But Dick, smirking smugly, as if teasing me, every time his fingers approached the edge of the panties, beyond which the aching pussy began, would immediately pull them back. Sometimes other guys peeked out from the staff room, and in those moments, I felt especially ashamed of my aroused state. As a result of such a massage, reason began to yield to feeling, and I wanted more and more to satisfy the growing desire. When, once again, Dick's crotch was at face level, I, not hiding my desire, stared greedily at that bulge.

Licking my dry lips, I raised my eyes, full of desire and lust, and met the black man's brazen and smug gaze. He, continuing to massage my back, began to shift his hands slightly toward my chest. When his fingers touched the edge of my breast, I closed my eyes in pleasure, preparing for new pleasant sensations. At that moment, something pressed against my lips; I didn't even immediately understand what it was. I immediately opened my eyes; right in front of her was the purplish head of Dick's black, half-erect cock. But before she could decide how to behave, Dick's hand dove under me and squeezed my breast.

'Oh,' I exhaled, and at that time, the black man, taking his cock with his other hand, ran it over my lips and, also smirking smugly, pressed it to my mouth, parting my lips with his purple glans. And it's big, I thought, much bigger than my husband's, and a bit salty to the taste. Dick, continuing to squeeze my breast, pushed his cock further. I opened my mouth slightly, and when the black man's head halfway squeezed into it, I began to slowly suck on it. Dick helped with his hips, pushing his cock further, and I continued to suck it, playing with my tongue on his glans, while my hand stroked the black man's thigh.

Dick helped me lie on my side so it would be more comfortable for me and held my head while I sucked him off. The black man kneaded my tits with pleasure, sometimes pulling out his cock and tapping the glans against my cheeks and lips, then inserted it into my mouth again and began to slowly fuck me. How I enjoyed sucking that cock, though Dick's roughness and brazenness threw me off a bit, but desire took over. And Dick, apparently already realizing that I was completely in his power and ready for anything, kneaded my tits like a master, twisted my nipples, and continued to slowly but deeply fuck my mouth.

I was already lying freely on my side, playing with his balls with my hands or stroking the shaft when only the black man's glans remained in my mouth.

'Mmm,' I moaned with each movement of Dick's hips, and the masseur, tweaking her nipples, looked at her pussy, which was visible through the fabric of the sheer panties. Sometimes I raised my eyes and looked at Dick; at such moments, looking at me, he would take my head in both hands and forcefully drive his cock all the way to my throat. It wasn't entirely comfortable for me, and as if guessing my thoughts, Dick authoritatively turned me so that I was on my knees and elbows on the couch, all the while not stopping squeezing my breasts and slowly fucking my mouth.

Dick pulled out his cock and pressed my face against his crotch. Right before my eyes stood a big black cock with an exposed glans; I began licking the black man's balls, stroking his glans with my hand, sometimes running my tongue from his balls to the frenulum and back. And suddenly I felt someone's hands stroking my upturned butt and roughly spreading my thighs. I instinctively tensed and squeezed my legs, wanting to turn my head to see who this insolent person was, but Dick held me firmly and shoved his cock into my mouth again, while someone's hands skillfully pulled off my panties and freely roamed over my pussy.

I realized there was no point in resisting, especially since the fingers that were rubbing my clit and playing with the lips of my pussy were giving me wild pleasure. I voraciously attacked Dick's cock and, moaning, said, 'Come on, fuck meeee, fuck me like a bitch.' Dick was holding me more loosely now, and I turned my head and saw a huge black man who, with his erect cock of amazing size, was rubbing against my butt and lightly slapping my pussy with his hand. Smirking insolently, he said in broken Russian:

"We fuck you now."

At that time, Dick, holding my head, began to rotate his hips from side to side, and his hard cock slapped my cheeks as if giving me slaps. I stuck out my tongue trying to catch it, but I couldn't. At that moment, I felt the second black man take me by the waist, lift me forcefully so my knees were dangling in the air, and I was now leaning only on my hands, and then lowered me onto his cock.

"Aaaiiiii!" the girl screamed when the black man's glans burst into her tight and narrow little pussy, parting the lips and plunging inside.

"Yyyy!" Lena howled, jerking in time with the thrusts, and the black man pounded and pounded her.

Gradually, the high began to displace the pain, and I began to slowly thrust back against my fucker. (Erotic Stories)

"Eee eee eee," I whimpered in time with the black man's movements. Dick, grabbing my tits again, thrust his cock forward, and as I moved forward, I bumped into it. It poked me in the face, hitting my mouth or eyes.

"Awwww!" I howled when they began fucking me synchronously from both sides. From the approaching orgasm, I could hardly think straight and was just a doll in the hands of these two black monsters, who twisted me as they wanted, fucked all my holes, swapped places, continuing to mercilessly fuck me. They fucked me like the last whore.

Dick had already come in my mouth once, and now, growling like an animal, he began erupting into my butt. Cum from the second black man, who had just fucked my mouth, was flowing out of my gaping pussy, and he now came on my face, flooding my eyes and lips with his hot seed. When they had had their fill, both of them, smiling, patted my cheeks, cheerfully talking about something, and went into the staff room, and I remained lying on the couch, with my legs spread wide, covered in cum, with my stretched-out holes, unable to move a hand or a foot."

That's how I found my wife. There was no point in yelling, showing jealousy, or venting my mixed feelings after I looked into her eyes and saw complete satisfaction, joy, and some kind of languor that made her even more beautiful. I don't know if she would have told me all this if I hadn't caught her in such a state. But there was no wriggling out of it now. Returning to the room, we discussed everything that happened over a bottle of wine and decided that the main thing was still the pleasure received. Afterward, Lena knelt before me, took my cock in her mouth, looked into my eyes, and said,

"You'll let me go there again, won't you? I really want them to fuck me again, to fuck me like the last slut again, I want to suck them off, thrust back, and know that you see it all, yes, come on, fuck your lustful married whore in the mouth."