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I'd gotten countless massages in my lifetime and I usually took off my panties but I felt somewhat self conscious because it was my first time with this particular Masseur and we were in my hotel room not in a massage parlor. Additionally, he was a gorgeous well built man in his thirties and I was a 48 year old woman with a soft, doughy and thick "mom bod".

Jacques walked out and I was face down on the table. He turned the volume on the relaxing music up a few notches and began with my feet. As a working nurse, who spends hours upon hours standing, I've always adored getting my feet rubbed and his hands felt divine.

"How's the pressure," he asked in a soft, sexy tone. His deep voice and thick French accent sent a shiver down my spine and made my belly flutter.

"It's perfect," I sighed blissfully and I let myself relax and enjoy his magical touch.

It felt like an out of body experience. He finished with my feet and then drizzled warm scented oil onto my legs. He massaged my right calf and I tensed a bit when he located a knot, but he worked through it without giving me any pain and then moved up my thigh. I started to drift into what felt almost like a trance as Jacques began working on my other leg. It was serene and my breathing fell into a deep, steady cadence as he worked up my thigh toward my ass. He worked my inner thigh and came tantalizingly close to my panty clad sex. My breath caught in my chest as I simultaneously hoped and feared that he would touch it, but he did not and I exhaled slowly, relaxing once again.

Jacques folded the towel covering my lower back down such that it was just a sliver over my pretty, powder blue panties and then he drizzled warm oil onto my back. He began at the base of my spine and worked slowly upwards. His touch was sensual but firm and each time he located a new knot he would work through it with the perfect amount of pressure until it was just a memory. That continued to my pale, soft shoulders and down each arm to my fingertips and I was totally relaxed when he moved to my head. He massaged my scalp and temples and I moaned softly. It was not sexual, he was completely professional but I was in a euphoric state of arousal in spite of his professionalism and my creative mind began spinning a tale.

He tapped my shoulder, breaking me from my dream state, and told me that it was time to roll over. I opened my eyes and rolled into my side. I looked up at his pretty, dark eyes with a groggy expression and grinned. He was a beautiful man and my eyes lingered on his. I was sure at that moment that he could read my impure thoughts, and truth be told I wanted him to. Then I noticed the prominent bulge in his scrubs out of the corner of my eye and my heart skipped a beat. I glanced at his crotch and saw the unmistakable outline of his big, heavy cock and I couldn't look away.

After several moments I looked up at him sheepishly and he grinned knowingly. I am not sure why but I sat up, letting the towel fall to the floor, exposing my big, natural DD cup breasts to his suddenly hungry eyes. Neither of us spoke and the silence was deafening. I looked back at his cock and my jaw dropped. It looked huge and I was suddenly acutely aware of his natural musk. The sexual tension in the room was so thick that I could have cut it with a knife and I begrudgingly looked away from his manhood. I looked at his eyes with a palpable hunger and then I smiled.

"I think one of us is overdressed," I said softly as I swung my legs over the side of the massage table. I reached for the hem of his scrub top and he nodded.

"Are you sure?" He asked with a furrowed brow and I nodded back.

"Very sure," I replied with much more confidence than I felt. I was running on instinct and desire. I'd been married for 18 years and I hadn't been with anyone but my husband in two decades. I'd never come close but I knew what I wanted at that moment, and I knew Jeremy would understand.

Jeremy and I had a traditional marriage but we were far from vanilla. We had a robust, and active sex lif. We shared our fantasies and we had often role played the various scenarios. Jeremy knew that my biggest fantasy was to be seduced by another woman and I knew that he often fantasized about sharing me with another man. We had talked about doing those things in real life but we'd never had the courage or opportunity to do so.

Jacques lifted his shirt over his head and my eyes widened. As gorgeous as he was in clothes, he looked even better without them. His chiseled chest and sculpted abs seemed to glisten and I reached for the waistband of his scrub pants. I untied the drawstring. I pushed his pants down and squealed softly as his cock sprung into view. He wasn't wearing underwear and his big, beautiful black cock jutted proudly from his hard muscular body. It was at least 2 inches longer than my husband's but what truly made it impressive was the girth. It was thicker than my forearm and I felt moisture flood my ravenous sex.

I reached for his big black cock but he brushed my hand away and shook his head. "Not yet," he said with a big white grin. "The lady always comes first."

He guided me onto my back and pulled down my panties. Then spread my legs wider and climbed onto the massage table. A shiver ran down my spine as I considered what was happening and a low, guttural moan rose from my chest when his soft, supple lips touched my puffy, wet labia. No man other than Jeremy had made me climax with their mouth. That was what my husband did best, but in seconds Jacques had me twisting and writhing in pleasure, and seconds after that I cried out as powerful waves of pleasure washed over me.

I clutched at my heaving breasts and squeezed them hard. My eyes closed tight and my back arched. My legs quivered and quake, and my toes curled as he slid his digits inside me and massaged my g spot while his tongue flicked over my hard, pulsating clitoris.

My orgasm seemed to go on and on. I babbled incoherently and my head thrashed from side to side like a fish out of water until the euphoric waves ebbed and I breathed deep as I basked in the afterglow of an intense climax. I opened my eyes and smiled weakly at Jacques.

"Is it my turn?" I asked softly. I was not usually eager to suck cock but I truly wanted to taste his manhood, but he shook me off and slithered up my body. He didn't ask if I was on birth control and I never thought of bringing it up. I wanted his flesh on mine and despite his length and impressive girth he slipped effortlessly into my fertile pussy, stretching it wide.

His hips moved fluidly and his pelvis ground against mine. The coarse hairs on his pubis rubbed roughly against my clit as it peaked out from under its hood as the juxtaposition of that with the silky smooth motion of his hips sent me back into orbit. I tried to match his movements, my hips met his and I cupped his handsome, boyish face in my hands. I pulled him closer and kissed his soft, full lips. My tongue pushed into his mouth and I kissed him hard.

Our tongues entwine and our bodies synchronized. We twisted and trust, testing the limits of the portable massage table and my belly tensed. I felt another orgasm building deep inside of me and I moaned wantonly into his mouth as I teetered on its precipice. My fingers curled, digging my nails into his smooth, chocolate flesh and intense waves of euphoria spiraled out from my womb as I slipped over the edge. He continued to thrust slowly. His length slipped past my cervix into my superior fornix and my body quake violently. It was a sensation that I'd never felt before. I'd had countless orgasms from men and from my own hand, but none had felt like that. The epicenter was so deep that it seemed to be in my organs and I grabbed his taut ass with both hands. I locked my legs behind him and held him balls deep until the final vestiges of pleasure slipped from my tired, sated body.

Jacques paused and allowed me to recover. His cock stayed hard and we kissed long, deep, slow and wet until I unlocked my ankles and released my grip on her firm, muscular ass.

"Holy fuck," I purred as I basked in pure, contented bliss. My body was still humming and I paradoxically felt satisfied yet wanton.

"Shall I continue," he asked with an amused expression on his face, and I nodded confidently.

"Please," I gasped, "don't stop now...or ever."

His hips began to move is slow, wide circles and his cock stayed deep, moving just a few inches from my inferior fornix to my superior fornix. The feeling was amazing and I gazed adoringly at him as he worked me into a blathering mess beneath him.

"Do you want to change it up," Jacques smiled and I giggled like a love struck teenager.

"Yes, I want to be on top," I told him and moments later we had moved onto the bed. He laid down and stroked his big, thick cock. It was shiny and wet from my juices and there was a distinct line denoting how deep he'd been.

I crawled between his legs and grabbed his thick shaft. My short fingers couldn't reach all the way around him and I stroked him with both hands as I wrapped my lips around his circumcised head and sucked hard. My cheeks bowed inward and I savored the taste of my pussy mixed with his precum. Then I eased my lips down his length, dragging them and my tongue across his shaft until I reached his heavy, cum filled balls. I sucked them tenderly and stroked his shaft for several long moments before moving my mouth back to the tip of his big, delicious cock.

He watched as I sucked and slurped noisily on his dick. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth and tears ran down my cheeks, smearing my mascara as I choked on his length, letting it fill my throat. Eventually he coaxed my lips away from his cock and I straddled his trim waist.

I leaned forward and Jacques guided his unsheathed sword into my unprotected pussy. I sat all the way down, engulfing his length inside me. Then I rocked fore and aft, riding him from tip to ball with each luxurious stroke. I'd sometimes wondered what a big dick would be like and Jeremy had often expressed his desire to see me do so, but I'd also feared that it might hurt. Large dildos hurt going in and when they went too deep, but Jacques' cock felt like a perfect fit.

I rocked faster and Jacques began to thrust upwards. His balls slapped my ass and my breathing labored as I came again. It was a smaller, less powerful orgasm but just as it ended another began and for several minutes it seemed like I had an unending string of small climaxes. When they ended Jacques rolled me onto my belly. He straddled my legs and entered me in the prone position.

He started slowly and built from there. In the end he was pounding me like a jackhammer and I climaxed several more times before he warned me that he was going to cum. I looked back at him and smiled.

"Cum for me," I panted and he nodded.

"In or out?" he asked and my eyes closed as I savored his thrusting cock and ignored its ramifications.

"Don't pull out," I groaned and he buried himself inside me as he unleashed a torrent of sperm inside my womb.

Ten minutes later Jacques was dressed and he had packed up his table and supplies. I handed him a $200 tip from my recent winnings and once he left I crawled into bed with his seed still oozing from my well fucked pussy. I slept well for a solid 9 hours and awoke fresh and ready for the day ahead.

At lunch I met up with my new friends and learned that they had been talking about my appointment with Jacques. Apparently, Janice had received the same treatment that I did and they all wanted to know how it went. When I blushed they knew and they pressed me for the sorted details. Later that night I got to check another bucket list fantasy off my list, but that's a whole different story for another time.

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