Cassie Green: A Hotwife Novel
By
Delta R. Browning
Copyright © 2017 by Delta R. Browning
All Rights Reserved
The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, dead or alive, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Chapters
Chapter 1: A First at the Spa
Chapter 2: Rooftop Drinks
Chapter 3: On top of the World
Chapter 4: What the fuck have I done?
Chapter 5: Reality Check
Chapter 6: Cassie’s Project
Chapter 7: Celebration
Chapter 8: Something for Hubby
Chapter 9: Validation
Chapter 10: Gluttony
Chapter 11: Fulfillment
Chapter 12: The Voyeur
Chapter 13: Rules
Chapter 14: The Interview
Chapter 15: On Course
Chapter 16: Pregame
Chapter 17: Conference Call
Chapter 18: Huevos
Chapter 19: Welcome Home
Chapter 20: Ménage
Chapter 21: Branching Out
Chapter 1:
A First at the Spa
“You’ll be fine,” Cassie assured her friend as they exited the car and headed towards the entrance. “We requested female massage therapists and they are professionals, you have nothing to worry about. You’ll feel totally relaxed afterwards, and then we’ll go out for a couple drinks before we have to go back and pick up our kids.”
Cassie Green and her long time friend, Sahara, were on their way to the spa for massages their husbands booked for them. Their husbands were away on an out of state elk hunting trip and purchased them a day at the spa to help smooth things over while they were gone. Cassie has gotten several massages over the years, but this was Sahara’s first time. To be honest, Sahara was a bit nervous about getting practically naked in front of a stranger and having them touch her all over her body. Getting rubbed down in a non-sexual way was a difficult concept for her to accept, especially because she was a pretty sexual person before getting married.
“I know,” Sahara replied, “it’s just something I’ve never experienced before and I hope I don’t blow it by staying tense the whole time or something stupid. You know how in my head I can get!”
Once inside, the ladies walked through the trendily decorated lobby and went to the front desk to confirm their reservations with the receptionist.
“Ms. Cassie, we have you in room one with Stacy and Ms. Sahara, we have you in room two with Anthony,” the receptionist stated.
“Anthony?” Sahara asked.
“Yes ma’am,” replied the receptionist, “all of our female therapists were booked and we had to fill your time slot with a male therapist, I hope this is okay.”
“A MAN!” Sahara gasped. “I’m married; I can’t get a massage from a man.”
Cassie looked at her friend, a little taken back by Sahara’s reaction to the news. “It will be okay, we can switch therapists,” Cassie assured her, not being 100% onboard with the idea of a male massage therapist either. She just wanted to make sure Sahara had a good first experience at the spa, so maybe she could have someone to go with in the future.
“Are you sure,” asked Sahara, “we can just rebook when they have more therapists available and do this another day.”
“Yes, it’ll be fine. It’s just a massage, Keith won’t care if a man gave me a massage at a freaking spa, the therapist is a professional and we’re paying him for a service. It’s no big deal,” Cassie claimed.
With the matter settled, the two friends headed to their separate rooms, Cassie in room two with Anthony and Sahara in room one with Stacy.
Cassie walked into her room, it had scented candles burning, soft music playing and dimmed lighting. She found a chair and small table where she sat her purse down. She scanned the room to take in her surroundings and then began to get undressed.
Despite her being so assertive in front of her friend, she was a bit nervous about what was about to happen. She figured she would forget all about who was rubbing her down after a couple moments and could enjoy her hour long massage, just like all the other ones she’d received over the years.
She took her tank top off, folded it neatly and laid it on the chair. She kicked her running shoes and socks off under the chair and peeled off her yoga pants and placed them on top of her shirt. She took off her bra and rubbed her modest breasts to relieve them where the underwire dug in.
She paused a little and thought. She typically keeps her panties on, but these were fairly new and she didn’t want any oils to stain them. She worked hard to get the baby weight off after her second child and she didn’t have a whole lot of nice underwear that fit her petite frame very well. She toned up and slimmed down even more than before she had kids and was quite proud of her accomplishment.
“I’ll be under a towel,” she said to herself and slid her lacy panties off and shyly tucked them under her shirt and pants with her bra.
She walked naked toward the massage table and briefly stopped in front of a full length mirror to admire the transformation her body had undergone over the past year. Satisfied with her progress, she slid under the towel on the table, rolled over on her belly and placed her head in the contoured opening in the table.
She laid there for a few minutes, soaking in the soothing ambiance. Cassie wondered if Sahara was nervous and if she would enjoy her first massage. Then she began to wonder about her massage and if she would be able to relax and enjoy it to its fullest with a male therapist.
A knock sounded on the door to her room. “Hello?” questioned a deep, male voice. “Are you ready, Ms. Cassie?”
“Yes, come on in,” Cassie said. The man’s voice sent a chill down her spine and the slightest tingle between her thighs.
“My name is Anthony, I’ll be your massage therapist today. Do you have any trouble areas I need to work on, or are you just here to enjoy some relaxation?”
“I’m mainly here just to relax, but between my shoulders is a little tight from holding my little kids and sitting at a desk most of the day for my job. I also strained my hamstring a little bit the other day at the gym. Hopefully, you can help me with some of that discomfort,” said Cassie.
“I’ll certainly try, you’re small enough, I think we can get over everything on your body in an hour and work out any problem areas.”
Cassie looked up at Anthony, “that will be great, I appreciate it.”
Their blue eyes met and she quickly looked Anthony up and down. He was a little younger than her, probably in his early 20’s. He was tall, had a muscular build and neatly styled dark hair. He was much better looking than she thought he’d be and the reality of a young, attractive man caressing her naked body started to sink in and her heart rate increased slightly.
Keep it together, she thought as she put her face back in the rest on the massage table. He’s a professional and he’s here to do his job.
Anthony started the session on her upper shoulders, slowly working his oiled hands over her toned muscles. He worked down the middle over her back, to just above where the towel was covering her bare ass. He used long, soothing strokes, pushing the tension out towards the extremities of her body. He worked up and down her back, then down her arms to her hands.
He gripped her left hand in both of his and worked his t
humbs into her palm. Cassie never felt intimacy when a female masseuse held her hands to massage them, but it felt strangely arousing when a man did it. Maybe she was just conditioned to get aroused from male massages now. Her husband bought a cheap table for her birthday a couple years ago and it gets used often before sex. She tried to push the sexual thoughts out of her head and relax.
Anthony worked his healing hands back up her left arm, across her shoulders and down the other arm. Long, firm strokes helped melt the tension out of her arms and the kneading of her palm caused the tension in her arms to leave her body. She realized how close her hand was to his cock when he was rubbing her palm and it was unavoidable now; her trimmed pussy was beginning to get wet.
Anthony, worked his way back up her right arm and then down her back, using short, alternating strokes to loosen her muscles along her spine. “Did that help your back pain, Ms. Cassie?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He moved his attention to her legs. Cassie was about 5’ 7” and had an athletic build; her legs were very tone, but not overly muscular looking. Anthony began on her hamstrings using long strokes to pull the tension down toward her calves and to her feet. Since the upper part of the legs is a group of fairly large muscles, he spent quite a bit of time working his magic there to relieve the pain.
Cassie could feel the soreness in her legs start to leave her body. Her body was becoming very relaxed, but her mind was fighting off extreme arousal. Anthony switched to short, alternating strokes running perpendicular to her legs, up and down her thighs. Cassie could feel his hands go up toward her ass, extremely close to the towel that barely covered it, then go back down toward her knee. On the next sequence up her thigh, she felt his pinky finger slightly brush up against her closely trimmed pussy.
Cassie’s body momentarily tensed up. Was that an accident, she thought to herself. Surely it was, surely he wasn’t that forward with someone he doesn’t even know. She knew for certain that he felt her wetness when he brushed up against her bare pussy.
Anthony’s hands continued up and down her leg as if nothing happened. He worked his way down to her feet and began working from her heel to her toes with his thumbs to finish that leg. He had her foot lifted slightly and could see up Cassie’s towel where he quietly admired her firm ass and glistening labia. His cock began to swell slightly and push against his thin, cotton pants.
He switched to the next leg and started the process over; long strokes up and down the leg, then to short, perpendicular strokes along the thigh. He worked his way up and down her leg and again, Cassie felt a finger graze her wet pussy.
It happened so quickly both times, she couldn’t tell if it was intentional. She just knew that another man touched her wet pussy and that her husband, Keith, was the only other man to have ever done that before. Thoughts of what to do race through her head, but Anthony continued on as if nothing had happened. Satisfied that it was just an accident, Cassie began to let her mind wonder and began to fantasize about what it’d be like to fuck another man, because she married her high school sweetheart and never experienced a different cock than her husband’s.
Anthony’s voice interrupted her fantasy, “Did that help alleviate the strain in your hamstrings, Ms. Cassie?”
“Yes, thank you,” she replied, barely able to break her voice out of a whisper.
“Would you like to roll onto your back, so I can work your scalp and quads?” Anthony asked as he rolled her towel up her back so she could roll over and stay covered.
“That would be great,” Cassie replied and began to roll over. It was difficult to roll over and try to stay covered with the small towel. It slipped once and one of her breasts was briefly exposed to Anthony. She blushed a little, but continued to get into position like nothing happened.
Anthony started at her head, by running his fingers through Cassie’s hair. He gently massaged her scalp and used his fingernails to slightly stimulate her head. While rubbing her scalp, neck, and upper shoulders, Cassie felt something else brush against the top of her head. She kept her eyes closed, but when he transitioned from her head to rub her thighs, she snuck a peek and confirmed what she assumed. Anthony had an erection and from the looks of it through his pants, he had a much larger cock than her husband.
The sight of his cock immediately turned Cassie on even more and she felt herself get wetter. The thoughts of experiencing another man again ran through her head, knowing nothing would ever happen, but enjoying the thought of it, she allowed herself to relax and really enjoy the sensations of her upper thigh massage.
Anthony used short strokes along Cassie’s upper thighs. He worked down towards her knees and up towards her barely covered pussy in a rhythmic manner. Deep in her own fantasy and in a moment of total relaxation, Cassie allowed her legs to part slightly; exposing her pussy to Anthony.
Anthony continued to rub her thighs and worked close to her pussy and slightly brushed up against it as before, Cassie instinctively rocked her hips upward and spread her legs a little more. Gaining confidence in Cassie’s needs, Anthony ran his middle finger up the length of Cassie’s pussy and touched her clitoris, making Cassie moan slightly. The tingle of his touch on her clit was more than she could resist. Anthony took the cues and began to rub his fingers up and down Cassie’s slippery pussy, gently swirling his fingers around her clit in a rhythmic, circular motion.
Cassie kept her eyes closed, enjoying the electricity of his touch surging through her body. Her hips rocked up and down with his touch and she spread her legs even farther. She was so in the moment, she hardly noticed the sensation around her pussy changed. It didn’t feel like a finger anymore, she opened her eyes to see Anthony on the table, between her legs, gently rubbing his bare cock around her pussy lips and clitoris.
Her heart pounded with excitement as he slowly rubbed his hard cock around her opening, spending the time to make sure she was totally aroused. Her juices shined on the head of his cock and a drop of pre-cum stringed from his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He repeatedly teased her pussy by spreading her lips with his cock and placing the head just at the opening before pulling it back out to stimulate her clitoris more.
After Cassie began to get used to the sensation of his large dick on the verge of penetrating her and then withdrawing, Anthony slid his member effortlessly in her dripping, wet pussy. Cassie gasped; feeling her pussy fill up with his large cock as he slowly slid it deep inside her.
Her husband’s cock was much smaller than Anthony’s and to be honest, after a couple of kids, it wasn’t as satisfying as it used to be. It felt good to be desired by another man and to feel the pleasures of a large cock filling her pussy in a way her husband’s couldn’t. The extra stretch wasn’t at all uncomfortable and extremely gratifying in a way she never experienced before.
Anthony began to slowly slide his cock in and out of Cassie’s pussy; he allowed the head to slightly come out of her pussy occasionally to brush against her clit. Cassie rocked her hips with acceptance of the stranger’s cock and placed her hands on his bare ass. She pulled his hips toward hers and whispered, “Fuck me.”
When she made love with her husband, it was usually slow and sensual, but something came over her when she was with Anthony, she wanted to be fucked. Cassie has always been somewhat reserved in the bedroom, but these new sensations made her feel like a slut, and she liked the feeling of overwhelming lust surging through her body.
“Harder!” she commanded.
Anthony obliged, he began thrusting harder into her pussy, his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped against her ass with each deep stroke. The massage table quaked under their intense fucking session. Cassie almost screamed with pleasure, but she was able to control herself as she stared lustfully into his eyes. Anthony leaned forward and passionately kissed her as he continued to fuck her like the little slut she wanted to be.
Cassie could feel his raw cock begin to swell and get even harder. She rocked her hips with passion and her pussy began to
pulse in orgasm on his stiff member. Simultaneous to her orgasm, Anthony thrust his cock deeply inside her and spilled his seed as her pussy quivered around his dick, milking the cum from his balls.
Anthony collapsed on top of Cassie, both of them feeling exhausted and released of all tension. He gently kissed her neck with his cock still inside of her and then whispered in her ear, “Did you enjoy your massage, Ms. Cassie?”
“It was the best I’ve ever received,” she replied and kissed him on the lips.
“Is there anything else I can do for you,” he asked.
“Yes, I’d like your card so I can book you for my next massage,” she smiled.
“Certainly,” he said as he slid his softening penis from her dripping pussy.
Cassie lay on the table momentarily, her body completely relaxed and in a state of euphoria. She could feel this stranger’s cum inside her pussy and she wondered what her husband would think if he knew the massage he bought her ended like this. He’d sometimes talk dirty to her when they made love about how hot it’d be to see her with another man, but he always claimed it was just pillow talk to increase the excitement in the bedroom. Cassie got turned on by the dirty talk, but never reciprocated.
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