This is a true story:
This year we wanted to treat ourselves to a short break by the sea. My wife Mandy had browsed the Internet and discovered a tempting Last Minute All-Inclusive Hotel in the Dominican Republic. The hotel complex with several pools and spa facilities looked gorgeous palm trees in the photos look very promising. So we packed our bags and simply looked forward to a week of pure relaxation.
Our older son already studied, and his younger sister remained with his grandparents for the time being at home because they wanted this year’s summer holiday much rather be with their girlfriends in the summer camp together as spend time with us.
For my sweetheart and me, this was so for over twenty years, the first holiday without children. In addition, it should be a compensation for the then financial reasons fancy honeymoon. We married in 1991 and with her forty years my wife still looks very attractive. It reaches at 1.60 m and about 70 pounds but no model figure, but she looks but with her long brown hair and curves in the right places, very womanly. At their best bra cup size comes with 85 C and their applicability to crisp bottom. When she smiles, her green-brown eyes can bring icebergs to melt. Our sex life I would describe as still very active, but Mandy is not a prude, but prefers more conservative sex.
After a tiring flight, we were taken by shuttle directly to the hotel and fell into bed exhausted. Only after a few hours sleep we could, finally, the advantages of our spacious room with direct views of snow-white beach to enjoy properly. The eye-catcher was a king size bed with a huge oval mirror on the headboard. Also in the headboard of the bed was a CD player with integrated radio. Two wicker chairs, a small round table with fresh tropical flowers and two closets and a large bathroom in the next room were nothing to be desired. A slight breeze blew through the open balcony door and gently moved the curtains at the window front. We had landed in paradise.
I had already showered and my wife was still in the bathroom. So I decided to explore the extensive facilities we might take to have a drink at the beach bar. The hotel staff was very friendly and I also found the same way to the bar, the Caribbean mentality with its loose and fun-loving kind I have always inspired me. We met friendly people everywhere.
At the beach, I enjoyed a drink and got it with a conversation between two gentlemen next to me. The late forties talking animatedly about their wives that they had granted a spa experience unlike any other. They spoke of a local and supposedly very attractive, muscular masseur named Orlando, sparked his black hands for a fixed fee real storms of enthusiasm among the women. I was surprised in how naturally the two reported no trace of jealousy over the erotic adventures of their women.
My imagination immediately went through with me. I had always imagined how my Mandy was spoiled by a black masseur. So far, however, had no proper opportunity arise. My wife was that although I like to spoil you with body massages, but had considerable reservations when it came to colored men. The more the idea grew in me, my wife convinced that this Orlando was the opposite. This different kind of international understanding I liked.
I was suddenly torn from my reverie, as my wife only a bikini and a see-through green-black high-heeled sandals and sarong cloth stood before me in order to persuade me to a beach walk. All day long I went with the idea of the masseur, however, no longer from the head. At the thought that I would watch my wife together with a black man, my best piece touched significantly. I had tried not to go with a stand in the pants through the area.
As luck would have it, I discovered this in Orlando the next day, when he spoke with a family that was not far from us on the beach. The wind was always a few snippets of conversation over with so I got that this Adonis would have his next massage appointment in an hour in the sauna area of our hotel.
My wife was lying relaxed on the couch next to me and enjoyed the warm sun on their skin. I made them aware of Orlando and said quietly: “Just look at the blacks as in there. This toned body and well-proportioned features make him seem like a living statue. “My Mandy looked to Orlando over and I saw her face light trance. As she said then, that the blacks on it very attractive seemed, was determined my decision . On the pretext to get drinks from the beach, I followed the direction in Orlando hotel and caught it eventually, when we were out of sight of the beach.
I came with him pretty quickly into the conversation and noted with pleasure that he was a pretty nice guy and, moreover, spoke excellent German. I invited him for a little refreshment at the bar and was told here that he had spent several years as an exchange student in Germany.
I told him that I had learned from his “special massages” and wanted to book him for an appointment with my wife. Orlando looked nervously around. I befriff quickly that his “second job” is not outside of the spa area of the hotel management known with certainty and he was risking every time his job. With the promise of confidentiality and a reasonable amount we agreed on a special appointment the next day on our hotel room. He had me in return promise that he my Mandy told nothing about our deal. I told Orlando that I would find myself during the treatment period at poker in the hotel lobby and he was to spend my wife’s massage as a gain from an animated feature. He agreed Finally, with a grin on his face one that revealed two gleaming white teeth.
Later, back at the beach Mandy asked me why I was gone so long. I told her that the animators had organized at the beach bar a dice game in which I had won the prize of a half-hour massage. But since I would much rather play poker and win do not expire so, should I have enrolled for this spa appointment. Mandy was not exactly thrilled at first, but one agreed then, when she realized that I would be quite offended if you spurned my hard-earned profits.
The time until the next day felt like an eternity. I imagined the meeting in the vibrant colors and of course it would also have some fun at the whole thing. It was clear to me that Mandy my presence on this date would have been quite right. On the other hand, it would be in this case certainly does not go the way I would have wished. So I had to come up with something.
When the “appointment” finally approached, Mandy went to the bathroom to shower thoroughly. I said goodbye for the next hour in the hotel lounge and gave my wife a goodbye kiss. “I hope you enjoy my treasure.” I said, admiring her naked body while, at the hinunterschlängelten, small streams of soap scum seductive.
I walked out of the bathroom and left the door of our hotel room noticeably loud snap. Then I crept back and hid in one of the two closets that were embedded in the wall opposite the bed. The cupboard doors fortunately possessed several rows of adjustable air vents. These could be turned so that one had an excellent view of the outside and was not yet discovered in the closet. The wardrobe was not very spacious, but was sufficient to determine relatively easily into. To produce no telltale sounds that I had been suspended as a precaution unused hangers and placed in one of the cabinet drawers.
I paused for five minutes in my hiding place, as my dear – just wrapped in a white bath towel – walked into the room and put on a new bikini, the extra you had bought that morning in the hotel boutique. The part was excellent and I admired her even more their womanly curves. With its forty years of her body except for some minor stretch marks were still quite tight. Especially her buttocks and breasts were still as strong as their teenage years. Orange peel for the body of my wife was a foreign word. Then I was very proud.
When my Mandy put up in front of the mirror next to the closet her long hair, I held my breath. Hopefully she spotted me right now not in the closet. How should I explain it this added funny situation? She was only about half a meter away from me and separated us only a thin plywood door. Seductive pierced here a whiff of perfume through the cracks of the closet door when Mandy turned to checking in the mirror. I was lucky, because at that moment there was a knock at the door.
Mandy knew by then still not know who would appear from the Staff at that time. She opened the door and stood in front of the 1.90 meter tall giant with a small black bag and two bath towels on the arm. He smiled disarmingly and said with a soothing, deep voice: “Hello, my name is Orlando. They had ordered a massage for 15.00 clock. May I enter? “This was more a courtesy than a cliché question, because the well-trained black edged with an elegant exercise in my past stunned-looking woman into the room.
“Where I may proceed with the treatment? Do you prefer the sun on the balcony or do you want that I spread the towels on the bed. “My wife was still paralyzed on the door and won reluctant to regain her composure.
I laughed inwardly into the cabinet in me. Even the expression on my face Mandy compensated me for the additional mite, which cost me this special treatment. At the same time increased my excitement at the sight of my half-naked woman in the room with a well-trained blacks. I did not know if the heat in the cabinet or the tension on the expected I drove a light film of sweat on the skin.
The masseur conjured out of his pocket two small bottles produced with a clear fluid. He solved with a small “pop” the cork and gave my wife one of the drinks in hand. This was still far too surprised to really resist. I heard a slight rattle as the two clinked and the contents of the vials in a train emptied.
“I think the bed is more comfortable than the plastic lounge on the balcony.” Mandy said, my only hesitation. I could see in her face but do not be afraid but rather a certain curiosity.
Orlando had worked out in the meantime, with practiced movements, the two towels on the bed and asked my wife to be relaxed to lay on your stomach. He pulled a CD out of his pocket and put it into the player at the bedside. Shortly after, quiet reggae rhythms sounded through the room. In addition, he had little incense lit, which enveloped the hotel room in a heavy scent. I thought the shot through the head, that would stick to that so many German drug sniffer dog had his true joy.
The whole atmosphere has helped that my Mandy slowly relaxed, and now lying on his stomach watching as Orlando opened a bottle of massage oil and rubbed his muscular hands. However, before he had his shirt taken and revealed a well-proportioned upper body so evenly brown with muscles and a perfectly shaped six-pack.
The black giant stood on the left side of the bed and began to massage my wife to the arms from the neck to the back with practiced movements slow. Here he solved as a matter of course, the closures of the bikini top part with the comment: “We do not want that beautiful part is equally ruined.” Acknowledged my wife this with a slight smile, which she lifted your head a bit, strip off the bikini and to drop next to the bed. Then he had free rein and could edit the whole back area, including the sides. Of course, his finger slipped naturally also on the lateral chest approach and disappeared more often among the bodies of my loved ones.
The massage therapist was now busy with a circular motion until the feet, then up to the calves to thighs to pamper. For this he used even more oil, which is now overlaid almost the entire body with a silky sheen. Mandy was now so relaxed that they acknowledged any intensive contact with a comforting sigh of Orlando.
For me, the situation became unbearable in the cabinet. I had freed in the meantime my cock out of her shorts and rubbed firmly. Lubricants, I have needed no more, because my hands sweat and the whole body full of excitement. I had always taking care to not cause too much noise to make the two not on the cabinet and carefully disclose his agitated inmates.
Orlando’s hands now massaging the buttocks and my wife’s panties had slipped it between her Pospalte. With a gentle but firm pressure on the front of her hips on my Mandy Orlando now demanded, raising her pelvis, so that he could easily strip off the bikini panties. Mandy shook her head but only reluctantly, and tried a “no” to breathe. The drink and the incense had, however, and has deployed its impact and broke all resistance. With another gentle pressure of Orlando’s Mandy hands lifted her hips a little.
Orlando, who was already standing at the foot of the bed, removed with a quick sliding motion, the last hurdle between them and disturbing my wife. Mandy was now completely naked on her stomach on the big bed and a light, silky skin was in stark contrast to the black man who now knelt between her slightly parted legs and massaged her thighs and buttocks.
Since the cabinet stood at the foot of the bed, I could look through the mirror and Orlando’s front. In his trousers had also stirred something visible, because the shorts had a huge bump. Could I was not sure how long the thin fabric that can withstand more pressure. Orlando’s thumb massaged in a circular motion inside the thighs and the buttocks. Now and then dipped his fingers off it a little deeper and pulled them apart so that Mandy’s buttocks and outer labia. I could clearly see the moist pink inside of her cunt. That these contacts were not without consequences, I saw both at a slightly smacking noise that caused Mandy’s lips, and now the light circular movements of her pelvis. It escaped her open mouth every time a slight sigh, which was the time getting louder and more expansive.
Orlando did use his hands skillfully, because now he had pressed the thumb of his right hand on him and Mandy’s rosette with small circular pressure movements to near half sunk in the butt.
At the same time exploring the fingers of his left hand now expire in streams and outer labia lips of her pussy. Here his thrusts became more demanding. Mandy was now no longer suppress small lusty screams.
In a wild dance, my wife moved among the great and delicate at the same single-minded working hands of the masseur. When Mandy finally, with a stifled cry into the pillow reared up, I knew that the man was worth every penny of his money. I tried to memorize his every move in order to give my Mandy in the future such delights. However, this was not easy, since I could stand it no longer in my narrow dungeon, and I also gave relief. With a groan, which roared in my head like a hurricane, I discharged myself. Fortunately, the two were together so busy that they could not hear me in the closet. Exhausted, I leaned back with closed eyes gently against the back wall of the cabinet.
Outside, the masseur was eager to give to my Mandy with the power of his skilled hands a multiple orgasm, they beat up the grateful sigh over him.
When I next opened my eyes, I saw through the air vents in the cabinet that Orlando had now got up, grabbed his bag and quietly withdrew. In conclusion, he kneeled down next to my totally exhausted Mandy, gently lifted her head and said goodbye with a long kiss. Then he put on his T-shirt and left the room almost soundlessly.
Mandy spent a few moments motionless on the bed. Finally she stood up and looked around the room stunned. Then they went with a slightly shaky steps into the bathroom and after a while I heard the noise of the shower.
This was my signal to leave as quietly as possible, my hiding place. I secretly thanked the technical staff that the cabinet door hinges were well oiled and not betray me.
I took off my shorts and T-shirt and walked into the bathroom filled with steam from water. Mandy in the shower, stood with his back to me. So I could approach them without being noticed.
My cock was now again awake and sat up to its full size. I gave my wife a breathy kiss on the shoulder, which had deterred them together instantly. As she quickly turned around, the more terror in her face of relief to see me.
I took my wife a hug and she asked curiously: “And how was it” They then closed his eyes and breathed into me a gentle “thank you” in his ear.
On this day we made love several times, leaving out the dinner. We contented ourselves with the inventories of the minibar and experienced together the wildest night of love in our lives.
I still do not know if I had Mandy then discovered in the cupboard really. One could, however, I now interpret unambiguously. When you walk with my wife happy in the hotel grounds, I could understand the views of some idealized ladies right now, when they met a certain black masseur named Orlando.
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