Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Alana doesn’t even know. I’ve fantasized about this for half of my life, but not under these circumstances.
“Look, we didn’t know what this was,” I say. “If my wife isn’t comfortable”
My wife. Fuck, do I love the sound of those words. I’m about to combust and I haven’t laid a finger on Stella yet.
“It’s okay,” Stella says. “Can I get a towel or something, though?”
“Of course, love.” Alana comes out from behind the gauzy, partially-see-through curtain and passes her a starchy white towel. “Do either of you have any allergies that might cause reactions to the massage oils?”
We both say no, and Alana goes back behind the curtain.
“Whenever you’re ready to begin, Mrs. Hogan,” she says in a soothing tone.”
With a nervous laugh and a deep breath, Stella unties the robe. I look up at the ceiling, my heart hammering as I hear her getting situated.
“If Marco sends a photographer in here, we’re gonna have a problem,” I say, trying to focus on anything but the fact that Stella is waiting for me to touch her bare skin.
“No one else will enter the room,” Alana says, her tone soothing. “This is a safe place for you and your new wife to explore each other’s bodies.”
Explore? Yeah, that’s one of the many things I want to do. If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be in this situation right now, I would’ve thought they were clinically insane.
“Mr. Hogan, place about a teaspoon of oil in one palm and then rub your palms together, coating them completely,” Alana instructs me.
The oil I pour into my hand smells like coconuts. I have no idea how much a teaspoon is, so I just use a little bit, grateful no one but me can see my hands shaking.
“Start with her shoulders and upper back. Rub slowly and only apply a little pressure. This is a sensual massage, not a therapeutic one.”
She covered her ass with the towel, but I can still see the hollow of her lower back. When I touch her, I suppress a groan at the soft warmth of her skin. Just rubbing her back has my wood tenting the robe out in front of me.
“As you move further down her back, tell her what you find sexy about her.”
There’s a tiny mole off to the side by the hollow of her back. I rub my thumb over it as I massage.
“Sorry about this,” I say under my breath. Then I raise my voice for Alana’s benefit. “I find this little mole very sexy. And also...your hair.”
“Don’t perform, Mr. Hogan. Pretend I’m not here. What excites you about your wife?”
I groan inwardly, because it’s literally everything. This is an exhausting game. Stella thinks I’m pretending to be in love with her for everyone else, but really it’s only her I’m pretending for. And finally have her this close, knowing what she feels like and living my fantasies about her...holding myself back is excruciating.
“Just say my boobs,” Stella whispers.
Done. “I love your tits. The way they bounce when you aren’t wearing a bra.”
“Move your hands lower, Mr. Hogan. Worship her body. Massage her buttocks and upper thighs.”
Stella stiffens. I move to block Alana’s view of her, keeping my hands on her lower back.
“Feel free to slide your hand between her thighs, this massage oil is safe as lubricant.”
Holy shit. Do people really get each other off with her standing right there?
“Okay, it’s my turn,” Stella calls out.
I can feel the discomfort in her tone, and I immediately pull my hands away. She grabs the towel, and in a swift, sleek motion she sits up and covers her front with it.
“Sorry,” she whispers, our faces just inches apart as she looks up at me. “I didn’t know you’d have to do this.”
“It’s...”
Fine? Okay? Fucking incredible? I don’t even know what to say.
She looks down, her gaze snagging on the tent in front of my robe and then jumping back up to lock onto mine. A smile plays on her lips as she says, “Maybe you didn’t hate it?”
“Mrs. Hogan, are you going to take over massaging?” Alana asks, saving me from answering.
A couple of minutes later, I’m facedown on the table, wishing there were both holes for my face and for my boner. The latter is uncomfortably pressed beneath me as Stella rubs my shoulders, following Alana’s devilish prompts.
“Well, let’s see...okay. I find your...laugh sexy, honestly.”
She does? I wonder if there’s any truth to that statement.
“Make your way down to his buttocks. Tell him about a time he deeply satisfied you in bed.”
Stella’s hands pause. I push up onto my elbows, deciding my cock has been pushed as far as it can take.
“This has been great, Alana. I think we’re ready to go back to our room now.”
She chuckles. “I’m happy to hear that. All good couples’ sessions end that way.”