Trading Massages

My wife and I went to a spa for a couple of nights to “take the waters,” as they used to say. While there, we stayed safe — distanced, masked in common areas, meals in our rooms. We chose not to get a massage for the same reason. 

We did, however, take our own massage table with us. I offered her a massage and she said yes, so I started getting things set up. The room had windows front and back. I closed all the blinds but noted that the blinds in the front window were only as wide as the window itself. Since they hung back of the window, there was a space to peer out along the sides — or peek in.

She got naked for the massage and so did I. She hopped up onto the table, laid down face down, and I covered her with the sheet. I started massaging her neck, head and shoulders. The table was set up so I would be in clear profile while standing at the head of it to anyone walking toward our door but anyone walking the other way would not see me. The window was just far enough behind me that I couldn’t see them passing by. 

As I massaged my wife’s scalp and neck, I saw a shadow pass through the room. Someone had gone by the window. I had no idea whether they were coming or going. If coming our way, they could have glimpsed our little CFNM moment with my wife covered on the table and bare-assed me massaging her. Oh, well. 

I was giving my wife as serious a massage as I knew how to give. She suffers from many pains and I wanted to help her with those. So, while there was some sexual tension during the massage, I wasn’t teasing her toward sex. I did spend a fair amount of time working the muscles in and around her glutes, with the sheet pulled down to expose them. I’m sure I brushed her asshole a couple of times, but kept on working. Another shadow passed by. 

As I worked, my cock chubbed up a little and started leaking precum. I just grabbed the drool from my dick and added it to the massage oil. 

When she turned over, I worked her legs from the feet up. I spread them a little wider so I could work her hamstrings. While I brushed her labia a time or two, I kept going. There was another shadow. 

I finished where I started at the head of the table, massaging her shoulders and pecs and the muscles along her rib cage. Of course, I rubbed her beautiful breasts lightly, too. 

I asked her if that had helped. She said yes. We kissed, me bending over the top of the table, both of us naked, as I noticed another shadow. 

She asked if I wanted a massage. I was surprised. Given the pain she usually has, that’s hard for her to do. I said I would not turn it down. 

We traded places, me face down on the table, her naked and moving around it. She’s more expert at giving massages and even gets the draping right. It felt great getting my muscles worked on. I noticed shadows passing by a couple of times. I’m not sure she did. She didn’t say anything. 

When she finished, I was face up. She had ended the massage by working my pecs down to my abs. I felt good. I heard her pump the massage oil again and wondered what was left to work on when she started slowly rubbing oil on my balls, then my slightly chubbed dick. I started to harden immediately. And groan. 

Her hand felt so good rubbing my cock, I was standing fully hard within a minute. She bent over and took the head into her mouth. My cock pulsed between her lips. She kept rubbing my balls. She stood up and asked if I wanted her to work my cock with her hands or her mouth. I said both. 

She kept a hand working the base and around my balls while she captured my cock in her mouth, moving up and down on it. I could finally reach her and started working my fingers between her legs from behind. When I reached her pussy, it was wet enough for me to slide two fingers in. I slid them in and out, and heard a moan from her as I did. In another few seconds, I found her clit, which got harder as I stroked it lightly. Her legs parted. She stood up and gasped for air, her right hand working my cock fast. I was going to cum and soon. I asked her to stroke the head of it, which she did while I stroked her clit. I heard her cry out, “Yes, yes,” as my fingers slid up and down her fun button. That sent me over the top and I sprayed cum all over my belly and her hand. She wiped me down with the sheet as I continued to work my hand in her pussy. 

I touched her clit again and she gasped. We quickly changed places. With her laying back on the table, I really got serious about stroking her pussy and clit. “Lick me,” she said. “Lick my clit.” My face was in her pussy in a second, my tongue on her clit. I worked a finger into her vagina below as I lapped at her love button above. I hummed while I licked sending vibrations through my tongue and lips. She moaned. I licked faster. She gasped. Then she was crying out, over the top. 

As she regained her breath, I stood up, then laid my chest on hers, kissing her breasts as I did. As we cuddled there, me half standing, both of us naked, another shadow passed by the window.