“Ambrose,” Em had said over the croissants and Eggs Benedict. “I’d like to get a home service massage today.” It was a Saturday and they were having a late breakfast at the big table out under the jacaranda tree that shaded the courtyard. Unusually they would both be home this weekend. It often wasn’t like that. Their competing work schedules frequently deprived them of weekends together. Tonight they’d be going to dinner together too, a little place Ambrose had chanced upon by the river a little way out of the central city. Em was looking forward to it. So was Ambrose. They enjoyed each other’s company. There was something Em needed to get out of the way first, however. Last night she had dreamed she was getting a really hot massage. The setting was clearly apparent. It was in the anteroom that separated their bedroom from the other rooms upstairs. It was not entirely novel as a venue. She’d been done there a few times. In her dream she was naked and lying on her front on massage bed with the beginnings of the afternoon sun shining into the room through its big bay window through the rain tree in the front yard. Her legs were slightly apart. Her pussy was in full view of her masseur. She felt hot about that, because he’d stripped Tunalı escort bayan her naked on the massage bed after stroking the insides of her thighs and saying to her, “You want it hot, don’t you?” When he said that her nipples instantly grew hard and hot and her pussy moistened. She had murmured, “Oh god yes.” He had stroked the insides of her thighs again but this time right into her panties and into her wet slit. He had unclipped her bra and gently and slowly drawn it off underneath her, seriously disturbing her nipples. She had sighed “Aaah!” when he did this. Then he had placed one hand under her body at mound level and the other at the top of her ass and slipped his hands into her panties. He played briefly and gently with the minuscule landing strip she was currently wearing. Em said, “Oh god that’s good!” Then he had removed her panties, contriving to run two fingers all the way through her slit. Em quivered with delight and sighed again, “Aaah!” He had pushed her legs wide apart. Em’s pussy moistened further. Her aroma reached her nostrils, exciting her. She knew he would smell it too and be excited, hopefully beyond measure. Apparently this was the case. She heard him take off his Escort ulus polo shirt, undo his belt and unzip his jeans. Her pussy became a hot river. Then she heard him pulling off his underpants. She came, shouting and writhing. He bit her ass gently and said, “You are a hot one.” He had massaged her fully and expertly; and very firmly, which she loved. While he was doing this his slick fingers had entered her from behind and she had come again, throwing her legs wider apart still. He had rewarded her with a hard tonguing while his hands pushed underneath her torso and found her hard high nipples and pinched them. Then he had rolled her over onto her back and given her a full tongue and fingers pussy massage. He briefly ceased this from time to time to nibble her pubic hair, lick her belly button, and bite her nipples. After this he fucked her with his rock-hard rod, quickly, and they both came, shouting into each other’s faces. Em had woken up then to find that she was frantically masturbating. Ambrose’s arm was round her shoulders and he was kissing her ear. “That was a hot dream Em,” he said. “Don’t stop. I want to watch you come.” She came. Ambrose licked her pussy when she did. Then he whispered, yenimahalle escort “Was that one of your hot massages Em? Or was it one of your after dinner delights?” Em said, “A massage, Ambrose.” Then she took his cock in her mouth and blew him away. Ambrose had not been surprised, therefore, at Em’s breakfast announcement the next morning that she would like to get a home massage that afternoon. He didn’t mind. He got off on Em coming at special occasions to which he was not invited. He had seen Em having sex with other men a number of times. He had also seen her have sex with a woman once, a girlfriend she’d taken upstairs to the anteroom, which doubled as a library. He had enjoyed all these occasions. They appealed very strongly to his inner voyeur. Once he had inadvertently seen Em having her brains fucked out by a casual lover in a hotel room. That incident had fuelled his fantasies for many months. He had been pleased later to find that he had inadvertently returned the compliment. They had been on an island holiday and a young blonde woman who had taken a shine to Ambrose had suggested he go to her room after dinner. (Em believed Ambrose’s seduction technique was fail-safe. He engaged women in serious conversation.) When Ambrose got to the young woman’s room (he had told Em he would go to beach bar for a while) the young woman was naked and lying on her tummy across the bed, her legs sexily parted. She had a firm ass and firm little breasts and she had loosened her hair. It reached all the way down her back.