In a way, Sapphire’s earlier than expected move made things easier for me because I instantly knew that I wanted this. I knew I didn’t care what Mike thought. After all, he had just had his turn. I was astonished how little it mattered to me that she was a woman. Women gave massages to other women all the time. Strangely enough, I felt safe with Sapphire. I don’t think I could have allowed a strange man to do this.
After another working on my buttocks, Sapphire suggested I roll over. She started to ask if I wanted a towel to cover me, but I had already rolled over before she could finish her sentence. The only thing I wasn’t prepared for was seeing both Sapphire and Mike looking down on me, so I shut them out by closing my eyes.
Sapphire didn’t bother with the full all-over massage routine. Her actions were now completely focused on increasing my sexual excitement. Both of her hands were on my breasts, then one of those hands started exploring to the south, caressing my stomach, hips and thighs before resuming her touching of my pussy. Eventually that hand was rubbing my clit while her other hand continued to tease my nipples and I had a wonderful orgasm.
As I lay back with my eyes closed, Sapphire never let up touching my body, allowing her hands to roam over my breasts and my stomach and thighs. Her touch was lovely. Then I started to notice her working her hand back to my pussy.
I’d never given any serious thought previously to whether I might be multi-orgasmic. Part of me was suspicious that the whole concept was just an invention of Cosmopolitan magazine. Mike had never shown any inclination to attempt to give me a second. We had both been happy enough with one. But if Sapphire felt it was worthwhile to try for more, then I had no reason to prevent her.
The second orgasm came very quickly, and it was followed by the same caresses that indicated that Sapphire was intended to take me back for a third. This time, she did something different. I felt the fingers of one hand push inside my pussy and started rubbing on the wall of my vagina while her other hand left my breasts and went to town on my clitoris. My third orgasm was huge.
“Good girl,” cooed Sapphire softly.
“Holy crap,” said Mike loudly, disturbing my buzz.
I opened my eyes. “What?”
“You squirted,” he said excitedly.
I sat up. While the moisture on the towels could easily have been explained by the massage oil, I had no reason to doubt him. Sapphire’s smile showed that she was pleased with herself. I lay back down. “Wow! That was something else!”
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