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Simon had served us a lunch of Caesar Salad topped with the most succulent local shrimp and accompanied by a perfectly chilled bottle of Rosé. It was ideal for a hot day in the tropics.
He’d promised to be back at two, for our instruction in The Art of Intimate Massage. I can't pretend that I wasn’t nervous, but I kept thinking back to Charlie’s instruction: anything that might happen this weekend, just let it happen.
On the dot of two o’clock, we heard his knock and Sam went to the door and welcomed him inside. I’d never considered what the appropriate greeting would be to invite a young, naked, black stud into the house. Sam obviously had. She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
What? He’s our Personal Butler Sam. Was it the wine, or was it a result of overhearing Charlie this morning?
“The day bed in the courtyard garden would be the ideal spot,” suggested Simon and waved his arm to indicate that Sam should lead the way. As she walked out of the villa and through the courtyard to the pagoda, I noticed just a little extra sway to her hips.
For his part, Simon never tore his gaze away from her tight, round ass, for even a single second.
We couldn’t help but be impressed when he pressed a button by the side of the daybed, and it slowly rose up on hydraulic lifts.
“We need just the right height for the ideal experience,” he explained.
When the enormous daybed was situated as he wanted, he spread out a large fluffy, white toweling sheet that covered the whole surface. As we were all naked anyway, it saved the embarrassing preliminaries of hopping about on one leg and trying to look comfortable getting out of our pants.
“Okay Samantha, would you do us the honor of acting as our subject for the afternoon? Hop up here and lay face down with your head to that left side of the bed please.”
“Simon, would you please do me a favor to. Call me, Sam.”
“Sam it is.”
As she was getting settled, with her head to one side of the bed and her feet to the other, he pressed another button, and the quiet sounds of relaxing Asian spa music filled the air. He was certainly setting the mood. Unfortunately, even with a bottle of wine to relax us and music to soothe us, I still couldn’t quite overcome my nervousness. It was the knowledge that a handsome young guy was about to put his hands all over my wife.
“Now, Sam, your main role is to relax and enjoy all the sensations, as I instruct Jake in the techniques involved.”
“I have a feeling I can manage that,” she teased.
“Jake, I want to keep conversation to a minimum, so what I would ask is that you simply follow my lead. I will take Sam’s left side, and you take the right. Just watch me and follow my lead. The important thing is for the experience to be intuitive. Sam’s body will tell us what’s good and what’s not; what she enjoys and what she doesn’t. Let your fingers and hands tell you what she is thinking. Now watch me and follow along.”
How could this young guy think he would be able to read Sam’s body better than I would. Upstart.
And then he began. He knelt on the bed next to my wife, and so did I. I was intent on following his every move. It was a little difficult to concentrate when I could see his thick black cock dangling so close to her bare skin.
He started on her upper back, circling her shoulder blades in firm, soothing motions. I imitated him. He worked down one side of the knobby disks of her spine, and I worked the other side. When he got to her lower back, he brushed the top of Sam’s ass with his fingertips, and I heard her sigh. He gently opened his hand to its full extent and massaged her cheek by moving his fingers as if playing the piano. I did my best to copy his movements. Sam sighed again as our combined movements were pulling her cheeks apart. I even caught a glimpse of her tight, puckered hole. If I saw it, then so did he. I thought he was close to getting to the “intimate” part, but then he stroked up the full length of her back and worked her shoulder again.
I wasn’t sure, but it felt like he was trying to build sexual tension. If we were supposed to be reading Sam’s body, it was my opinion that she was frustrated that he hadn’t stayed on her lower half.
His strong hands moved down Sam’s upper arms, and he lifted her arm from the table as if it were a dead weight. As he knelt beside her, he placed her hand in his lap. I followed along and did the same. The realization hit me. Sam’s fingertips were grazing against my cock. Her other hand must be doing the same to Simons. Embarrassingly, I started to harden under my wife’s slight touch, and when I looked across at Simon, I saw a matching effect. It wasn’t exactly matching though. As his cock grew, it became a thing of wonder.
Was he tempting Sam to take hold of him? To take hold of us both? She must be able to feel it moving under her hand.
Once again, he decided to change things up. My belief that he was building sexual tension was right. Sam emitted soft whimpers as he moved his semi-hard cock away from her touch. He moved off the bed entirely and moved down to Sam’s feet. He took the left one in both hands. I slid off the bed and took the right. He started with her toes, stretching them, pulling them and gently squeezing them. I could do that.
Then her ankles received attention. The move that impressed me the most was when Simon slid his hand under her lower leg, all the way up to her knee. Her leg was lifted completely off the daybed as he massaged up and down from knee to ankle. As he placed her leg back down, it was angled out a little. As I placed her right leg back down, I did the same. The effect of that move was to spread her legs just enough that we both had a spectacular view of her bare pussy. From the corner of my eye, I noticed as Simons cock jumped involuntarily at the sight.
He got back on the bed and started to knead the back of her left leg. Only from the knee down but I hoped I knew where this was going. We both shuffled sideways a little, and we were working on her thigh muscles. As we did, I watched carefully as Simon put both hands over her legs to grip her inner thighs and pull her leg further towards him. I did it too. I spread my wife’s legs for another man to look at her most secret place. As I did, she let out a slight gasp, followed by a long exhale of her breath as she melted back onto the towel.
The experience had been billed as “intimate,” but it still came as a bit of a shock to see that Simon was now fully erect. His long, thick cock was standing to attention at the sight of her pussy. The fact that she was extremely wet just added to the eroticism. He made no pretense of being polite, he just stared at the beauty of her. When he looked up at me for the first time during the whole process and gave me an appreciative nod, I almost burst with pride.
He massaged her upper thigh, and I could see it was inevitable that his large black fingers would brush against her lips. When he whispered the words “in unison,” I had to try and match his movements without any delay. We stroked up together and down together; up again, just a little higher and down. Sam was whimpering again. Up together and this time the backs of our hands touched as our little fingers barely touched Sam’s petals. Down again and up again. We were now in perfect unison as we both pulled our fingers along her slit from front to back, and my darling wife let out a groan of pleasure. I could feel her incredible wetness on my fingers and, when I glanced down, I could see that Simons' fingers were shining.
How far did this thing go, I wondered? At this point, I was prepared to let it go as far as he wanted. He suddenly reached out and took my hand in his. He was attempting to instruct me without speaking. He took my fingers and extended the middle one. He then did the same, and I intuitively knew how to follow his lead. We both reached down and parted Sam’s lips. Him on the left, me on the right. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Two men opening my wife for her pleasure and for our own. Simon’s cock was bouncing furiously.
He took my hand again and placed it back to back with his own. If I’d anticipated the next move, I would never have believed it. We moved, as one, and in a fluid movement, we slid both our fingers inside her at the same time.
The reaction from Sam was so powerful. She groaned the word “yes” into the towel as our fingers slid in and out of her. It was surreal. I was jointly finger-fucking my innocent wife along with a handsome black masseur whose cock looked like it was yearning to impale her.
We could hear the build-up of her orgasm as we both hit that perfect spot on the upper membrane of her pussy. Her growls turned to a scream as she gripped the sheets in her hands, and we brought her past the point of no return.
I wasn’t sure if that was it or if the lesson involved more. Sam lay there depleted so I wasn’t sure if she could take any more.
Simon leaned over my shattered wife to whisper in my ear.
“Did you also want to observe the techniques for the advanced tongue massage.” Fuck, yes, I wanted to watch. But it’s a strange thing to have to admit. I just nodded.
He reached over a grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed. Sam seemed entirely pliable as he lifted her mid-section. He nodded to me to push the pillow under her, and it had the effect of elevating her perfect ass. Mylitta flashed before me again as I’d helped prepare my loving wife for another onslaught by a stranger.
Her legs were still spread, and, despite her exhaustion, her sopping pussy was clenching with a need for attention. I watched as Simon lowered his face between her legs. He looked up at me. Was it for approval or to check that I was watching his tutorial? I had no idea.
I watched as he pleasured my darling wife. He flicked his tongue quickly over her hardened clit before sliding it gently all the way between her lips from front to back and circling the tight pucker of her ass. She had never allowed that with me. But I suppose I’d never had the nerve to ask.
Back he moved to her clit, and this time he kept his tongue flat against it and licked a little faster; her juices and his saliva were coating the dark black skin of his chin. I was close to exploding myself as I watched him push his long tongue deep inside my wife’s pussy as if he wanted to bury his whole face inside her. He took one hand to tickle her clit as he tongue-fucked her and I watched as my wife grabbed fistfuls of the sheet and screamed through her passionate release and came all over his tongue.
That had to be the end of the lesson. Surely. Sam had just experienced two of the most powerful orgasms that I’d ever seen. She was drained. My assumption was wrong. With a sideways nod of his head, Simon indicated that we should get off the bed and move up to Sam’s head. He reached towards me and moved his fingers just above my head. I got it. A scalp massage for the final wind-down.
It was a little unnerving to watch as the young stud positioned himself directly in front of her head with that magnificently hard, ebony, cock pointing directly at her, but at least she was face down and unaware of it.
With his strong black hands, he wove his fingers into her blond hair and started to massage Sam’s scalp. Her sighs of pleasure were wonderful to my ears. She had been thoroughly satisfied, and I’d played a part in it. I’d also got to watch another man’s enjoyment of what was rightfully mine. And I’d loved it.
All the while, his fingers worked their magic on Sam’s head, she was sighing with relaxed contentment. When Simon suddenly placed his hands on both sides of her head and tipped it back, it came as a shock to both Sam and me. Her eyes flew open, and she exclaimed in shock at what confronted her. She was mere inches from the biggest, blackest cock she’d ever seen in her life. It was even bigger than J’s.
But that was Simon’s only sudden move. Now that my wife was looking directly at his groin, he went back to the soothing, gentle scalp massage, and Sam closed her eyes again. When he was convinced that Sam was relaxed again, he looked over at me and then down at his cock with a questioning look on his face. It took me a minute, but I realized what he was proposing. I was reasonably sure that Sam would call a halt if things progressed like that, so I just shrugged my shoulders and gave him a slight smile. Let him try if he wanted, but I knew she wouldn’t go for it. It would be interesting to see how it played out, though.
I watched as he stepped forward an inch or two until his huge cock was brushing against Sam’s lips. At first, I think she thought a bug had landed. Her lips twitched slightly. She stuck out the tip of her tongue to moisten her lips. The realization hit her when that tiny tip of her tongue touched the warm tip of Simons cock. She knew exactly what it was. I was impressed, though. She stayed calm and looked exactly as if she had gone back into full relaxation mode.
He brushed her lips again. This time she stuck out her tongue and really licked her lips until they were wet and shiny. As she retracted her tongue, her mouth stayed open just the tiniest bit. It was almost as if she were sleeping. I knew, and I suspect that Simon knew, that she was fully aware of what she was doing.
He moved forward and placed his cock against her lips again. This time he didn’t move back. He left it there for a few seconds before gently pushing forward just a fraction. I watched as Sam’s slightly open mouth opened slightly more. Simon repeated his move, and Sam was now obvious in her desire. She opened her mouth wide and let her young masseur slip the entire head of his cock into her mouth.
I’d never seen such an erotic sight. The earth tilted on its axis, and I almost passed out. Pre-cum was leaking profusely from me. Simon pulled out, and Sam actually pouted with disappointment. When I looked down, I saw that Simon was producing just as much pre-cum as me. Sam had opened her eyes and seen it too. She did something quite lascivious that I could never have imagined her doing. She reached up with her hand and pulled Simons cock towards her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she then pulled up and down on his cock, milking his flowing pre-cum onto her tongue. She let go of him, looked up into his eyes, and made a big show of swallowing.
“Would you like a lesson from the list too Sam,” Simon asked gently.
She nodded, and he slid the head of his cock back into her mouth.
His methodology seemed to revolve around soft and gentle coaxing.
“Now relax your jaw, Sam.”
“Good”
“You can take a little more, Sam; I know you can.”
I watched with a combination of horror and amazement as more of him disappeared into my wife’s mouth. Surely, she would stop him. He was going to choke her.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to pull out and let you get your breath.”
As his cock slid out of her mouth, I was stunned by the amount she’d managed. Sam was gasping for breath, but she had a beaming smile on her face.
“Do you want to try again, Sam.”
Of course, she didn’t.
She nodded, and Simon went straight in as deep as he’d been before. Sam grunted a little, and strings of saliva somehow managed to escape from her stretched lips.
“Pretend you are yawning and you’re just at that point where the yawn turns from in inhale to an exhale. Your throat is as open as it will ever be. Do you feel it?”
Sam grunted her assent.
“Are you ready to try Sam?”
Another grunt.
“Concentrate on relaxing the muscles of your throat.”
Then I watched as Simon pushed his entire obsidian shaft into my wife’s throat. He immediately pulled out again, allowing Sam to gasp for air.
I didn’t know what to do. I should have stopped him. On the other hand, Sam seemed genuinely proud of herself. But he could have choked her. But there again, apart from a couple of rhythmic grunts, that indicated her gag reflex was trying desperately hard to cope, she had been magnificent.
I was simply impressed. The British use the term gob-smacked, and that’s exactly what I was.
“So, Sam, you and Jake got two lessons this afternoon. The Intimate Massage Class and the Deep Throating Class. It’s called a class, but deep throating is something that can’t be taught. It requires a kind of strange, ineffable talent that you can only teach yourself. Some can do it with relative ease, and others will never be able to do it, with all the practice in the world. You are a natural I have to say. It takes most
women much longer to get the hang of it. I was impressed.”
I leaned down to my wife. “So was I Sam. You were amazing.”
“Is there anything else you’d like to try Sam, or are you done for?” he laughed.
“There is one thing.”
What the hell was she going to ask for?
“Jake and I watched a video titled Perfect Deep Throat, and I’d like to try to do what the woman did in that video.”
“Sam, you can’t do that. It will hurt you.”
“I’d like to try it, Jake.”
Simon asked if we could explain it to him, but I thought it best for him to see it for himself. “My laptop is inside, and it’s switched on. Just go to the site Pornhub and search for Perfect Deep Throat and you will see why I’m concerned.”
The young man walked away with his enormous cock bobbing and swinging threateningly. My Sam couldn’t possibly be intending to emulate the attractive young wife in that video.
“Please don’t do this, Sam. You’ve proven that you can deep throat the biggest cock on the planet. You will hurt yourself. And if you think you are doing it for me, because I like to watch, then please know that this is too far.”
“I’m doing it for me, Jake. I don’t want to be the girl I was growing up. I want to be fun. I want to enjoy my sexuality. Simon won’t hurt me. He’s experienced at this, and he’ll know if he needs to stop. I just want to try.”
Simon came out of the villa, and his cock was rigid from watching the video and knowing that Sam wanted to try what he’d just watched. He was also professionally trained.
“Sam, that’s a very advanced technique, and you’ve only really done this once. I can’t really recommend that you go through with it.”
“I trust you to know if you’re hurting me, Simon. For personal reasons that I’ve just explained to Jake, I would really like to try.”
Simon looked to me for guidance, but what could I say?
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