First Cuckold experience whit Massage for my wife in istanbul Turkey Sex Story

 

I've been with my wife Marisa for eight years now; after the first few years, I discovered that I have a bit of a cuckold fetish. 

When we first started going out, I would get really jealous when she would talk about her past lovers. But as time passed, I discovered that there was a flip side to my jealousy. I obsessively made Marisa tell me the details of her past sexual experiences, and to my surprise, I found that I would get aroused by the stories. I even encouraged her to tell me sexual anecdotes as part of our foreplay, and to embellish the stories to make them as dirty as possible.

 

Marisa was willing to indulge me with this sort of fantasy talk, but she made it clear that she would never actually have sex with another guy. Over the past few years, I've had to content myself with getting her to talk about sucking other guys' cocks while we were having sex, watching her fuck herself with a big dildo, and acting out various role-playing scenarios. I had pretty much accepted that this would be the limit of my cuckold fetish.

 

Then about a month ago, Marisa invited me to an office party thrown in her honor, for her birthday. As the star of the show, she dressed a little sexier than usual. She wore a clingy leopard-print dress that really showed off her curves -- her small but shapely breasts, narrow waste, flaring hips, and full, round buttocks. I could tell that all the guys at the party were checking her out, trying not to stare too obviously at her. Once the party got going (that is, once people had enough alcohol to overcome their usual inhibitions in front of their co-workers), someone put on some dance music.

 

I danced a little with Marisa, but I'm not much of a dancer, especially when it comes to Latin dances like salsa. Marisa, on the other hand, is a really good dancer. Though I used to object to Marisa dancing with other guys, at this point in our relationship I really didn't mind at all. When a hot salsa song came on, a good-looking young black guy from Trinidad started dancing with Marisa, and they made quite a pair. As they danced, he placed his hand on her waste and on the small of her back, and sometimes I saw it drift a little lower, onto her butt. He twirled her around, running his hand across her flat belly as she turned. Once, I thought I saw his hand "accidentally" brush across her breasts as she spun. There was no doubt that the guy was attracted to Marisa, and she seemed to be getting off on the attention and physical contact.

 

As I watched them dance, with this guy practically man-handling my woman right in front of everyone, I felt the old pangs of jealousy rise up. But at the same time, I realized I was getting really turned on! I had to fold my hands over my lap to hide my obvious erection. When we got home after the party, the moment we walked in the door I peeled Marisa out of her clingy little dress and we had frantic, carnal sex right there on the floor in the hallway! I realized I had discovered a "legitimate" channel for my cuckold tendencies -- watching Marisa dance with other guys.

 

I wondered if there might be other ways to indulge my fantasy that fell short of Marisa actually having sex with another guy, and then it dawned on me -- massages! I remembered Marisa telling me that years ago while traveling in Italy, she and a friend had gone to a spa and she had gotten a massage from a very good-looking young Italian masseur. I had asked her if she had become aroused at all during the massage, but she had claimed that she "couldn't remember."

 

A few months later, when we went on our yearly İstanbul Turkey vacation, I asked Marisa if she'd like me to book a massage for her. Sure, she replied, that would be nice and relaxing. The first night at the resort, while we were fooling around on the bed, I asked her if she would indulge my cuckold fetish a little by fantasizing about sex during the massage.

 

"What do you mean?" she asked.

 

"Well," I said, "while you're being massaged, you should imagine the masseur sensually touching you in intimate areas, imagine that you're becoming aroused, even imagine you're having an orgasm. Then afterwards, I wanted you to tell me all about it, tell me whether it made the massage an erotic experience for you."

 

Marissa said "Okay, I'll give it a try," and giggled a little. The sex that night was definitely hotter than usual!

 

I didn't tell Marisa the other half of my plan.  

I was going to book a private massage for my wife. A massage that will fulfill my fantasies of being cheated on. For this, I had previously done research on the internet and found a massage service in Istanbul. A site called Massageformywife.com, as the name suggests, was giving your wife a sensual massage. The aim was for you to have your first cuckold or swingers experience.

I corresponded with the masseur via email and explained what happened between me and my wife. Then I asked her if I could hide in the closet of the room when she came for a massage. The masseur replied positively, saying that he got the situation.

I came to Istanbul, we rested one day. I told my wife to get ready for the next day. I called the masseur and he arrived at the time I requested. My wife was in the shower at this time. I invited the masseur to the room and began to execute my plan. I went to my wife who was taking a shower, the masseur came and the room is waiting for you, so I will have a drink in the lobby, saying please do what I say, and I got out of the shower. Then I hid in the closet as we planned

My wife came out of the bathroom and greeted the masseur. The masseur was a polite 35 year old man. He talked to my wife for a bit and asked her to lie down on the bed and just put a towel over her.

I watched Marisa disrobe and caught a glimpse of her neatly trimmed bush -- I realized she wasn't wearing any panties! I was stunned by her boldness; apparently, she was really taking my suggestion that she try to have an erotic experience to heart. She wrapped the towel around her body just above her breasts, and climbed onto the bed.

The masseur lit some candles that he took out of his bag. turned off most of the lights.

I became aware of how warm the room was. Marisa's bare legs and shoulders glowed with a warm, honey-like hue in the flickering candlelight. I could see that her eyes were closed. In a few moments, Masseur Emre came back into the room. He gently un-tucked the towel from beneath her armpits and rearranged it to cover her buttocks and legs, exposing her bare back. I could see the sides of her tits, pressed against the bed.

 

Masseur Emre picked up a bottle of massage oil and poured a generous amount into his hand, then spread it across Marisa's back and set to work rubbing her down, kneading her muscles with his knuckles and pressing his thumbs along the sides of her spine. He worked his way up and began squeezing her neck and shoulders. As he rubbed her back and shoulders, I could see Marisa's body begin to relax. Her mouth opened a little and all the tension seemed to drain from her face. Masseur Emre spent some time pressing out the knotted muscles in her neck and massaging the back of her head. Then he moved down toward the other end of the table, repositioning the towel across Marisa's back so that it came down just to the bottom of her behind, leaving her legs exposed.

 

He poured some more oil into his hands, and began to work on her legs, starting at her feet. Marisa loves having her feet touched and rubbed; it's one of the things I do to get her in the mood for sex. I watched in rapt attention as Masseur Emre expertly massaged each foot, pressing into the arch, gently separating the toes and squeezing the heels. Marisa moaned very softly and purred, "Oh, that's nice!"

 

Masseur Emre seemed to ignore her and kept massaging her legs, working on her ankles and calf muscles. He gradually worked his way up past her knees, methodically rubbing the back, insides and outsides of her thighs, until he was just below the fold of skin where Marisa's buttocks met her legs. For several moments, he massaged the backs of her upper thighs, with his hands open and thumbs stroking her inner thighs, just inches from her pussy.

 

Then Masseur Emre stopped for a moment and gingerly slid the towel up to the small of Marisa's back, revealing the firm round globes of her butt cheeks. Once again, I was reminded of what a beautiful ass she has! I thought I saw Marisa almost imperceptibly arch her back a little, lifting her pelvis slightly off the table and raising her butt into the air. With his strong hands, Masseur Emre spread her thighs apart a little so that her legs formed a V-shape. Grabbing big handfuls of ass-flesh, he began to knead her buttocks, spreading the cheeks as he squeezed and rolled the pliant flesh. I was sure he could see Marisa's cunt.

 

I noticed that Marisa was breathing harder, and at the same time became aware that I too was panting in shallow, raspy breaths. Seeing Masseur Emre's hands on my woman's ass evoked a strange mixture of jealousy and animal lust; I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my cock straining against my pants as it struggled to stand erect. Suddenly, Masseur Emre stopped massaging her ass and told her to roll over onto her back. He held up the towel as she turned so he couldn't see her body, but from my vantage point I got a glimpse of her tits and her pubic patch as she turned. Masseur Emre lay the towel back down, covering her from the top of her breasts to her crotch.

 

I saw the flickering light of the candles reflect off the inside of Marisa's legs, and realized that her inner thighs were glistening with her pussy juices. At the same time, I realized I could actually smell her pussy -- the musky aroma filled the room. Standing beside the table, Masseur Emre announced, "I'm going to give you a full massage, is that alright?" He emphasized the word "full" in a way that left little doubt as to his meaning.

 

Marisa nodded slightly and murmured, "Uh huh."

 

With a look of intense focus on his face, Masseur Emre began to slowly insert one of his thumbs into Marisa's cunt; when she didn't object, he continued to probe her hole. Then he placed his other thumb on her clitoris and started to rub it with a circular motion. Almost instantly, Marisa shuddered with an orgasm, letting out a long, staccato moan.

 

I practically came in my pants, I was so turned on! Masseur Emre kept his hands motionless for a while, letting Marisa recover from her orgasm. Then he withdrew his thumb from her pussy and climbed down off the table. Marisa panted, catching her breath. Masseur Emre walked up to the head of the table and stood over Marisa's face. He reached out and uncovered her breasts and began to massage them, tweaking the hard nipples. I saw him bend down and it looked like he whispered something into Marisa's ear. I thought I saw a little smile play across her lips for an instant, then her face relaxed again.

 

(I later learned that Masseur Emre had said, "Your husband is in the closet, watching this. Why don't we give him a little show?")

 

Masseur Emre moved to the side of the table, so that he was facing me across the bed. He fondled Marisa's right breast with one hand while playing with her pussy with the other hand. At that point, I saw that he was really pitching a tent! Marisa opened her eyes and noticed it too; unable to stop herself, she reached out and felt the outlines of his cock through the thin fabric of his shorts. Then she grabbed the waistband and pulled his shorts down, revealing Masseur Emre's enormous erection. His penis looked small but very hard. He was shaved and shiny.

Taking hold of Masseur Emre's cock, she practically dragged him up toward the head of the table, rolled onto her side and started to lick and kiss the head of his cock. Then she swallowed as much as she could of it and began to pump her head back and forth, while fondling his balls with one hand. The towel slid off Marisa's body onto the floor.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Here was the woman who had insisted she would never have sex with another guy, lying naked on the bed with a stranger's cock in her mouth! But my own cock was rock hard, and I couldn't stop myself from unzipping and stroking it as I watched. Masseur Emre let her suck his cock for a few more moments, but then he withdrew from her mouth and motioned for Marisa to get onto her hands and knees. He walked around the table and climbed back onto it, positioned his cock at the entrance to Marisa's cunt, then plunged it in and began fucking her doggy-style. Marisa let out a gasp as he rammed the full length of his thick cock into her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. She grunted in time with each stroke of his rod.

I was transfixed by the site of this young stud fucking my beautiful wife with his hairless cock. Masseur Emre began to breathe hard as he quickened his pace. "Wait," said Marisa, suddenly taking command of the situation. "I want to see that big thing shoot!"

Masseur Emre withdrew, his cock shining with pussy juice in the candlelight. Marisa lay on her back, propped up on one elbow, and Masseur Emre moved to the side of the table again to let her suck on his monster tool. He reached out and diddled her clit with his fingers as she slurped on his ramrod, stroking the veiny shaft with her hand. In seconds, she convulsed in orgasm, her moan stifled by the cock in her mouth.

Marisa lay back and started licking the underside of Masseur Emre's cockhead as she jacked his shaft faster and faster. Masseur Emre groaned as his cock started shooting great streams of cum all over Marisa's face and chest. Marisa lay with her eyes closed, squeezing the last drops from Masseur Emre's dripping cock as she held it against her lips, a look of supreme contentment on her face, with one hand still between her legs, cupping her vulva.

The sight of my wife sucking another man's cock and him coming all over her face and tits was an incredible turn-on to me. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud as I came all over myself. After Masseur Emre had recovered for a few moments, he picked up the towel and cleaned Marisa off. He pulled up his pants, bowed slightly toward Marisa, and exited the room, My wife went into the bathroom to take a shower.

I wiped myself off as best I could, pulled up my pants, and making sure the room was empty, slipped out of the closet and let myself out. I waited outside the room for a while at the door, and then I knocked on the door. and my wife hadn't showered yet when i entered the room when she heard me knock on the door she came out of the bathroom to look at me. I asked him curiously. "How was your massage?" I asked, trying to seem innocent.

"It was nice," Marisa replied casually.

"Did you fantasize during it, like I asked?"

"Yeah, I did," she said coyly.

"Well, did you get aroused at all?"

"A little, I guess" she said smiling, clearly toying with me.

"Did anything happen" I asked expectantly, even though I already knew the answer.

"No, not really." Marisa said.

"Nothing at all?"

"Well, he did massage my butt cheeks a little, which felt pretty sexy," she said, watching my reactions.

"That's it?" I asked with a hint of disbelief in my voice.

"Why, what exactly were you expecting to happen?" Marisa asked, smiling slyly. She was clearly enjoying playing with my head. I started to say something, then shut my mouth.

Marisa chuckled a little, then said, "Oh, well, I guess I forgot to mention that near the end of the massage, the masseur got up onto the table and fucked me in the ass!"

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out "No he didn't..."

"AHA!!" Marisa said triumphantly, "I knew you were there watching!"

My face reddened. "How did you know?"

"Well, at one point during the massage, the masseur leaned over and told me you were in the closest watching, and that we should put on a good show for you. At first I thought he was just saying that to loosen me up, but then I realized it sounded like the sort of thing you would do."

There was an awkward silence. Then I said, "Are you pissed off at me for setting you up like that?" Instead of answering, Marisa put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing my dick. Then she took my hand and led me over to the bed. She pushed me back, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then she undressed and climbed on top of me, lowering her wet pussy onto my rock-hard erection. hairless

As we fucked, Marisa whispered into my ear, telling me how exciting it was to feel a strange man's hands on her ass and her clit, what a turn-on it was to touch his hairless cock and feel it throbbing inside her mouth, plunging into her cunt. She told me how much she loved it when he shot his hot cum all over her face and tits. She kissed me deeply, and I could taste Masseur Emre's semen in her mouth. I was in cuckold heaven!

After we both came, we lay on the bed wrapped in each other's arms, gently caressing each other. At length, I asked, "So, do you think this is something you might want to do again?"

Marisa just smiled and said, "We'll see."