Sapphire considered this for a moment. “Yes Mistress. I have been told that I give excellent massages. I have some massage oil in my bag.”
“Mmm. I like that idea.”
“For you, or him?”
“For him I think.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Mike was looking stunned as I told him to go into our bedroom and get ready. Sapphire started digging around in her bag while I grabbed some old towels from the hallway cupboard. We broke character briefly as she asked if she could use our toilet, and I offered to warm up the oil in the kitchen. When this was done, I found her in the hallway. All the bedroom doors were closed, so she was waiting for me to take the lead.
I led Sapphire into our bedroom. Mike had removed his shoes, suit jacket and tie but was otherwise fully dressed in his shirt and trousers, sitting on the side of the bed. He looked so nervous that I started giggling. “Come on, you’re meant to be getting ready for a massage. It won’t do to get oil all over that rental tux.”
Sapphire stepped forward. “May I be of assistance Mistress?” The look of panic on Mike’s face just fed my sense of naughtiness. I grinned and nodded. Sapphire stepped right up to Mike and pulled him to his feet, and then she started unbuttoning his shirt. As he looked down at her hands, I could tell he was taking the opportunity to stare at her breasts. I could tell he was feeling guilty about it because when she glanced up at his face he looked away. I saw her smile to herself. Once she had undone all the buttons, I noticed that she briefly pressed her breasts against his chest as she leaned in to push the shirt off his shoulders and down off his arms.
Once Mike’s shirt was off, Sapphire knelt to remove his socks. I was surprised how erotic I found this simple act. Like the story of Jesus washing the feet of his disciples, removing his socks seemed like such a submissive thing to do.
As Sapphire reached for Mike’s belt, she looked me in the eye and paused until I nodded my head. Soon he was only wearing an old pair of black briefs. I was annoyed at him for not bothering to put on better underpants for our night out, but when Sapphire placed her hands on his hips and looked to me for permission to remove them, my instinct was to say no. Mike was looking embarrassed, and I could see no sign of an erection, and I felt that it wouldn’t benefit anyone if he felt humiliated.
“Leave them on for now,” I ordered. “It doesn’t matter if they get oil on them.”
Sapphire asked Mike to lie face down on a layer of old towels on our bed and proceeded to give him a thorough massage. She started with his shoulders and back before proceeding to his feet, and gradually worked her way up his legs. I’ve got a friend who works at a spa, so I know that many reputable qualified masseuses massage people naked including their buttocks, so it didn’t surprise me when Sapphire started pushing her hands up inside his briefs and over his bottom. I was sitting in our old rocking chair on the opposite side of the bed from Sapphire, so I had a great view. I was surprised that I wasn’t feeling jealous except jealous that it wasn’t me getting the massage. My heart was telling me that this woman wasn’t there to steal my husband, but to be our plaything, and I was getting so horny that it was hard to sit still. I decided I could allow things to go up a level.
“You can take the underpants off,” I said.
“Yes Mistress. Mine or his? Or both?” I hadn’t considered that option.
“Just his, I think. I’d prefer it if there was still one clothing layer between you.”
“Yes Mistress.”
I noticed that Mike raised his hips slightly to allow Sapphire to remove his briefs. This encouraged Sapphire to apply a fresh layer of oil and focus her attention on kneading his buttocks. Once she had spent several minutes doing this, she announced that it was time for Mike to roll over. “Do you think Mike would like to be covered by a towel?” she asked.
I was pleased that Sapphire had asked me that question instead of Mike. I felt so in control that I decided to have some more fun with him. “I’ve got just the thing,” I said as I jumped up and grabbed a small flannel from our bathroom. Mike gave me a funny look as he grabbed it out of my hand. He pushed it under his body and held it in place against his genitals as he rolled over onto his back. As Sapphire gently but firmly moved his hands away I could see that he still wasn’t erect, but it had certainly had a plumped up look about it as it lay there covered by only the small face cloth. Since Sapphire was now ignoring Mike’s lower body and focussing her attention on his shoulders, he didn’t look so self-conscious, and he closed his eyes.
I was transfixed as Mike’s massage continued. His penis started to visibly stiffen when Sapphire spent some time playing with his nipples, and when she started running her hands over his stomach and over his naked hips his erection lifted so high that she actually ran her hand underneath it through his pubic hair. His penis softened slightly when she moved down to massage his feet and lower legs, and it shifted underneath the flannel so that when it stiffened again as Sapphire ran her hands up the inside of his thighs, the flannel hung off it in a lopsided way.
There was no denying that the precariously balanced flannel was the next boundary. I could call a halt to the massage and leave Mike unfulfilled, or I could send Sapphire away and finish what she had started myself. Or I could reaffirm my earlier resolution to be daring and sexy. I got out of my chair and lay down beside Mike on the bed. I kissed him on the forehead, taking care not to get oil on my good dress, and I placed my hand on his erection and caressed it through the flannel. Then I deliberately lifted the flannel away and threw it on the floor. I gave Sapphire a nod as I placed my hand on Mike’s chest and started toying with his nipples. Sapphire reached for her bottle of massage oil.
While Mike kept his eyes closed, I watched with unfettered interest as Sapphire started rubbing his cock. She was obviously talented, and I made some mental notes of some of her moves. Although she was concentrating on what she was doing, she was also frequently catching my eye. To start with it was probably to check that I was alright, but then it became a look of shared excitement. It didn’t take Mike long to cum. I spotted the signs of his orgasm just before it hit, and I instinctively shifted away from the firing range. I saw Sapphire give a satisfied smile. I reflected that it had been over eight years since I had given a handjob to anyone other than Mike, so I know I would have been insecure about it until I had succeeded.
Sapphire grabbed the discarded flannel off the floor and started cleaning Mike with it. I resisted a fleeting impulse to order her to lick him clean. This impulse horrified me because I generally do what I can to avoid tasting it myself. I reflected on what Heather had said about women getting a sex slave for their husbands to do the things that they didn’t want to do themselves, and I realised that this might be a double-edged sword. Would Mike end up having a greater expectation of me afterwards?
At some point Mike must have opened his eyes expecting to share an awkward moment with Sapphire or myself, but he discovered that Sapphire and I were staring at each other so intensely that he was being ignored. I was feeling extremely confused. From the evidence of what I had just witnessed, I was confident that Sapphire wasn’t a lesbian. Of course, neither was I. I had no lesbian experiences in my past at all. But I knew as I watched Sapphire’s face that I was looking for evidence that she wouldn’t be opposed to giving me what she had given Mike. Instead, what I saw in her eyes was that she was daring me to ask her. Then came the confirmation. “Mistress, how may I please you this evening?”
A shockingly large part of my brain just wanted Sapphire to take charge of me. I wanted her to undress me like she had undressed Mike, lay me down on the bed, and take away all my sexual frustration. However, I knew for her sake as well as my own that I had to take charge. I responded by standing up and unzipping my dress, and I was soon standing before her in just my bra and panties. The lingerie set I was wearing was one of my favourites, and I think they are sexy even though they probably cover the most skin of all my underwear. They are made of black lace. The bra has an extra couple of inches of lace below the strap around my chest, and the panties have a wide lace waistband to match. I like them because they make me feel feminine, and another reason I wore them is that the shape of the panties does a good job of hiding the fact I hadn’t trimmed my bush for a while.
I was surprised with how confidently I removed my bra. I know I’ve got great breasts, at least as perky as Sapphire’s breasts and possibly slightly larger. I had a moment’s hesitation with my panties, thinking that I should leave them on and give myself more time to decide how far I would let this go. But then I decided to take them off while I stood there, even though I was self-conscious about my unruly pubic hair. If this was going to be interpreted as an invitation for Sapphire to touch me like a woman has never touched me before, then so be it. I realised this was a cunning way to make Sapphire responsible for how far this went. I was throwing down the gauntlet. She could either accept the challenge or chicken out, whereas if I chickened out, all I would have to do is tell her to stop.
Mike climbed off the bed, and I took his place on the layer of towels. He was about to sit down on the rocking chair when I reminded him he needed a shower first to wash off the massage oil. It was obvious that he didn’t want to miss anything by leaving the room, so he pulled on his underpants and stood awkwardly next to the bed.
My massage followed the same pattern as Mike’s. I lay on my front while she started at my neck and shoulders. Her technique was as much therapeutic as sensual, and I realised that I had been far tenser than I had realised. I started to just enjoy it as a massage, knowing that it wouldn’t be until after I rolled over that my massage might differ from one given at a proper spa. What I hadn’t anticipated was the way that Sapphire would vary what she did to make mine different to Mike’s. After massaging my feet and working her way up my legs until she was massaging my buttocks as well, she also started firmly running her hands up the inside of my thighs, gradually easing them an inch or two further apart. The next step was sudden and purposeful. I felt her fingers caress my pussy, gently running along the crack as she felt for the opening. Once that was located, her fingers found my clit seconds later. She rubbed my clit for just a few seconds, but those few seconds were enough to tell me that this relative stranger intended to finger me to an orgasm. If I had a problem with that, it was now entirely up to me to stop her.
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