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Late Thursday afternoon I helped my husband get ready for a long-deserved hunting trip. He had been working especially hard and needed to unwind tramping through the fields and sitting in duck blinds. I made a big thermos of hot coffee for him and packed a picnic basket full of sandwiches, fruit and homemade brownies.

Friday morning, when I awakened, it was pouring rain. Raining harder than it had in a long time. I knew I was in for a long weekend. I decided to make the best of it. I went to my dance class, and then over to the gym for a morning of strenuous workout. On my way home, I stopped at the video store and picked up some movies. I rented a couple of film classics and a couple of love stories that I could watch and cry my eyes out. I also picked up an X-rated film about two women making love. This was a first for me. With the movies and a novel, I thought I would be able to make it through the weekend without being too bored.

When I arrived home, it was still raining, so I put one of the movies in the machine. One of the games I play with myself when I rent movies is not to look at the labels. Just grab a movie from the stack and pop it in the recorder. I settled down on the couch to see what my first pick was. Well, it was a doozie! The first movie was the X-rated one about two women making love. I watched, intently experiencing every second of this movie. The things these women were doing were very interesting. I could see why my husband had such strong fantasies on this subject. I was really beginning to appreciate why he got so turned-on over the mere mention of two women making out.

I decided since it was such a long weekend, I would explore further. Several weeks before I had met a girl at the gym who said she gave massages for $20 an hour. I felt that was a very reasonable price and asked for her card. When I finished watching the movie, I searched for the masseuse's card and gave her a call. We set up an appointment for Saturday morning at 10.

It rained hard all of Friday night, and it was still pouring when I awakened on Saturday morning. I took a long shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs immaculately and made sure that my shaved pussy did not have one stray strand. I set about to build a fire in the fireplace, as that is where I wanted my massage - in the living room right next to the fireplace. Not only was it raining cats and dogs, it was cold as well.

Promptly at 10 am, my personal masseuse arrived with her portable table. We chatted while she set up her table and got everything ready. She told me that I could go and undress. I went to my bedroom and took off everything. I put on a terry-cloth robe and purposely didn't tie the sash as I knew it would be coming off soon.

I am a little over 40 and have kept my body in fantastic shape. I am quite small and rarely weigh over 113 pounds. My husband is a fanatic for a shaved pussy, so I keep it well shaved and glistening by rubbing it daily with baby oil. My masseuse told me I could get on the table now, and I removed my robe, stretched my lean body and climbed up on the table. Her eyes never left my body. While I was out of the room, she had warmed the lotions and oils she was to use by the fireplace. The towels were also warming. What a wonderful massage this was going to be!

The masseuse began by covering me with a towel and going to the end of the table to begin work on my feet. Many pressure spots in your feet tell you what is going on with the rest of your body. When she hit a spot that was sore, I asked what part of my body that related to. She told me that was my reproductive organs. They were in need. I have always had a very active sex life with my husband. We make love at least once a day. Since he was gone, I had to use my vibrator several times, but it just isn't the same without your lover. I told her that I was highly active sexually and that my darling was on a hunting trip and wouldn't return until late Sunday. I also said, "I guess my reproductive organs will have to stay sore until Sunday night." She replied with a sly grin, "We'll see."

My masseuse and I covered a variety of topics while she was working on my feet and lower legs. The video recorder was right next to the table and the tape was in the "eject" mode so you could see what the name of the tape was. Being a very alert lady, her eyes scanned the room. They settled on the video machine, and she made a comment about the movie that was in the slot. I was rather embarrassed and told her that I had gotten the X-rated tape as a surprise when my husband came home. She asked me how I felt about two women making love, and I told her that after viewing the movie yesterday, I was becoming more open-minded about such things, especially during the absence of my lover.

At that point, she was working on my thighs and her fingers would come all the way up to the top of my legs, expertly I must say, and dart back down my legs. I just laid back and started to enjoy this whole experience. Her fingers would come up my legs more rapidly and gently pass my clit. I was beginning to get turned-on and I was getting slightly wet. Oh, this was heaven and I wanted more. I began to moan slightly, and she took the cue and placed her fingers expertly around my hooded pearl. The constant motion was more than I could stand and I had a huge orgasm right on the table.

With her fingers popping in and out of my vagina and playing with my clit, she began to move slowly up my belly with her other hand. The excitement was running through my veins. I couldn't wait to tell my husband I had taken this bold step. Before I knew it, I four rocking orgasms. This was utter bliss! She continued to move up my body with her other hand until she was gently massaging my right breast. The she carefully laid herself at the end of the table and put both hands on my breasts. She began to lick me furiously while she massaged my nipples. I was absolutely going out of my mind.

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I reached down and began to play with her erect nipples. Her breasts were quite large, with nipples that stuck out rock hard. I loved playing with them. I can't tell you how many orgasms I had at this point, because they just kept rushing down the pike. She slid up my body and planted a full-on kiss on my lips. I could taste my own pussy juices. She began to tongue me and writhe on top on my body.

She then swung herself around on me in a 69 position so that I could lick her free-flowing pussy and enjoy the same sensation she was. I lapped away greedily, savoring every second of this new form of lovemaking. We were both writhing, licking, sucking and kissing. I licked her and she had a tremendous orgasm. She came so hard and furiously I thought the room would explode.

Just then, the front door opened, and I heard my husband's voice. He was home a day and a half early. I was too entrenched in my lovemaking to be able to leap up and at the same time I remembered how much he loved to fantasize about me with another woman. He came into the room to find two women, without a stitch on, sucking and kissing. The room smelled strongly of pussy juices. What a sight we must have been to my poor rain-drenched husband.

He muttered something about don't let me disturb you and the roads were so rain-soaked he wasn't able to hunt, so he came on home. He was taking off his wet jacket and boots and I looked over at him dreamily and said, "Why don't you join us, darling? You can collect your birthday present." It didn't take much prodding, and my husband dove in.

We were still in the 69 position with me on top. He began to lick at my cum-soaked pussy and fondle my masseuse's breasts. The fire was roaring and so were all three of us. I rolled over on all fours and put my ass up in the air. My masseuse straddled my back and thrust her breasts in my husband's face. He took his thick, long cock and thrust it into my sweet, little cunt while he kissed away at her breasts. He shot a load that lasted longer than any he had shot before. I could tell that this was his big moment and we were both in ecstasy.

I told my husband it was his turn now and to lay down on the table. He did so willingly. The masseuse began to work with expert fingers all along his upper leg. His cock was standing at attention once again. I climbed up on the table and straddled his face so that he could lick some more. She began to slide her mouth up and down his cock. I wish that I could have seen my husband's face, but unfortunately, I was sitting on it. After a short time, he came again, and again, and again. I had really been missing something; something I was never going to miss again. With me still sitting on my husband's face, the masseuse moved up and began to kiss me and play with my breasts. We were both writhing up against each other, our bodies swaying in motion. She lowered herself down on my husband's once-again erect member. We were rocking and rolling. Simultaneously, we all had the biggest orgasm that I can ever remember experiencing.

When I got off the table and looked at my darling, he was laying there with a big grin and pussy juices all over his face. We both sang "Happy Birthday" to him. He was really glad that he was home. Our masseuse gave us both an oil massage and then quietly let herself out the door. We both agreed that a massage was a "must" in our household expenses and that we would have one at least once a month or more. If you could see how lightly my sweetie walks around the house and how much he loves me, you would consider giving your man the same kind of birthday present.