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“Is it okay if I give you a massage?”
Matthew looked up from the sentence he had reread several times already to glance at his fiancée lying in bed next to him. She had put aside the exercise magazine she was perusing — his eyes catching the image of the muscular black man that it was open to — and turned his way, a strange glint in her hazel eyes. The same type of sparkle he had seen three days ago when she told him about her and Tyson showering together while getting him off with her feet. An incident he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since.
Coral had been to the gym twice more since then, and every time she came home, Matthew wondered if she and her trainer had showered together again, and if she had helped get him clean the same way she did before. Or if she went even further. But she didn’t bring it up, and he was much too afraid to ask. However, he had noticed the wet ends of her hair both times. And both times he had jerked off in the bathroom prior to going to sleep.
The knowledge of Coral naked with her trainer under the water’s spray, of her white hands washing his black body, rubbing between his ass and taint, touching an acquaintance in ways she never, ever touched her fiancé, made Matthew miserable and sick. But it also turned him on so damn much. Just picturing Coral next to Tyson made his dick stir. Thinking about them showering twice more and her touching him in other places almost made him cream his pants.
“Um, sure,” he said, thinking that maybe this was an opportunity to hear about what else went on at the gym. And maybe even fool around a little bit.
Coral smiled and hopped off the bed. As she bent over to pull away the sheets and give him room, he couldn’t help but admire her large, braless breasts hanging and swaying from her movements. In her old, now-oversized tank top, the massive globes spilled from the sides and he caught flashes of her nipple and areolas peeking out at him. Already feeling a stirring in his pjs, he went to lay down, but she stopped him and told him to take off his clothes. He didn’t bother arguing, and moments later, he was laying on his stomach, bare cock pressed into the mattress and his fiancée straddling his legs.
He let out a soft, satisfied moan when her hands pressed into his shoulders, kneading and massaging his... muscles, in the technical sense. Though what he possessed paled in comparison to the hard, defined chords and slabs of firm flesh of someone like Tyson.
“Is it normal to get massages while naked?” he asked, resting his head on his forearms. Coral’s thumbs rubbed circles into him, digging deep and making it hurt so good. “I’ve never really gotten one before.”
“Mm, well, that’s the way Tyson did it earlier,’ she said in that same casual tone she used when she had told him that they had showered together. Like it was totally normal, not at all unusual, for them to do something like that with one another. His insides twisting into knots, Matthew attempted to rise and face his fiancée, but she ran her palms down his back and sent shivers down his spine. He relented and stayed on his stomach. “After our workout, I was so sore, and he offered to give me a massage and... loosen me up.”
Matthew let out a shuddering breath, Coral’s fingers dancing along his back. The image of Tyson’s large hands feeling and massaging his fiancée caused his dick to harden and lengthen, and he shifted his lower body, trying to reposition himself on the mattress. “And he did it while you were... while you were naked?”
“Mm-hmm,” Coral hummed, her hands now at his lower back. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before. We shower together all the time. Plus, clothes would have just gotten in the way of him letting his hands do their thing.”
Matthew groaned from the confirmation of Coral and Tyson’s regular showers coupled with the new knowledge of this massage and his dark hands touching her nude body. He pictured them like how he and Coral were now: her lying on her stomach, big tits squished against the mat and curvy ass bare; his palms pressing into her back, his fingers running across the sides of her boobs. Despite how much it made him squirm and made him sick, he wanted to hear more. His arousal embracing the heartbreak.
“He massaged you just like this?”
“Not quite. It was a leg day. So, he really focused on my lower body.” She continued to describe what happened while he tried to subtlety rotate his hips and rub his erection into the mattress. “I did so many squats and lunges and thigh workouts. He rubbed my calves but spent a lot of time on the backs of my thighs... and my ass.” Her hands briefly touched and squeezed his butt before gliding back up to his shoulders and neck. “He really squeezed and massaged my sore cheeks. His big, strong, black hands felt good rubbing all over them.”
Matthew trembled under Coral’s touch and words, the vision of Tyson’s hands ‘massaging’ her ass tearing him apart and filling him with perverted delight. He felt a wet spot under his stiff dick, the sheet sticky and moist from his pre-cum, as he imagined the tall black trainer groping and pulling his fiancée’s toned cheeks apart, molesting and caressing them, while Coral moaned just like was doing right now. He wondered if Tyson was naked as well, his large tool ‘helping’ with the massage, getting between her ass, sliding up and down her crack.
“He also made sure to get my inner thighs,” she continued, her hips rocking back and forth on his legs, helping drive his cock into the bed. “I had to spread my legs apart so he could get deep in there. He really... got in with his fingers and thumbs. Massaging me, rubbing me, making me feel so good. He really worked me over, penetrating deep down.”
Even though she didn’t say it, Matthew’s mind filled in the blanks and pictured Tyson’s thumbs pulling apart Coral’s lower lips, both of them pushing into her wet hole. He’d then used his thick black finger to pump in and out of her pussy, his single digit making her feel better than everything Matthew had tried previously. He had attempted to finger her a few times, but she never seemed to enjoy it much. From her descriptions, that didn’t appear the case with Tyson.
“That’s why I wanted to practice with you, so I could return the favor,” she said, oh-so-very-calmly. “That’s okay, right? It’s just a massage.”
Matthew’s heart nearly stopped. She wanted to give Tyson a massage like this. She wanted to touch his naked body. His mind spun in a whirlwind of emotions all coated in unfilled arousal from what she’d been doing to him. Technically, she’d touched him a few times already in the shower. Would this be so different? Just her feeling up his black body with her white hands.
“Y-yeah. That’s okay. If it’s just a massage.”
“Great! Then you should turn over,” she chirped and sat up off his legs to give him room. Though confused, Matthew obliged and spun around to face his fiancée. She lowered back down onto his legs and smiled at him, a bright and innocent grin. His hard cock stuck up into the air between them, but she didn’t even glance at it, her eyes solely on his face. She placed her hands on him and resumed her massage, going up to his shoulders, down to his chest, and then ever-so-slowly lower and lower. “It’s chest day next. So, I really should practice on your front. But maybe I can just show off and do an...” She ran her palms up his sides, over his shoulders, across his biceps, and then all the way back again. “...all over massage.”
Still staring at his face twisted in need and panting with desire, Coral shifted her touch to his lower pelvis, his hips.
“Get every part of his body.”
One hand moved between his legs and held and fondled his balls, making him groan.
“Every tender spot... every...”
Her other hand moved toward the base of his cock, almost encircling it.
“... muscle.”
But then she stopped.
“That’d be okay, right?”
The world came to a sudden halt, and he considered everything she was asking without asking, the implication of what she said, of the kind of massage she wanted to give her trainer. She played it all so innocently, like it wasn’t any sort of big deal but the things she’d already done made him feel betrayed and inadequate. And she was asking for more. She was asking to give him a “happy ending,” and a fantasy of it popped into Matthew’s head.
Coral and Tyson at the climax of their massage. Her straddling his legs, one hand cupping his balls, the other wrapped around his shaft. Except where Coral could easily hold Matthew’s nuts in her hand, where her one hand almost enveloped his cock, Tyson’s sack overflowed her palm, his massive poll rose like a dark obelisk from her pale grip. Her groping and feeling and stroking.
Matthew nodded, and Coral wrapped her hand around his mediocre length.
She squeezed gently a few times, jerked twice, and then he erupted. Cum drooled out from his cock and flowed down his shaft, which she immediately let go of, as his member twitched and expelled its sticky discharge. A gooey river that coated his crotch.
“You’re so sweet and it really shows how much you’re trying to shed those biased views you used to have,” Coral encouraged, climbing off him and settling back into her spot once he was done.
Like last time, it was like a switch flipped and like everything that just occurred seemed natural and normal. But in the afterglow of his orgasm, Matthew felt sick and tormented about everything, filled with questions. What was going to happen during their massage? When would he find out? How long would he have to wait? Would she even tell him? He turned to Coral, and like she was reading his mind, she simply smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
A few more drips of cum dribbled out from his tip.
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Would love to hear what you all think should happen next? What other seemingly innocent but twisted shenanigans should Coral and Tyson get up to? Or is it time for Matthew to join them in the gym? Feedback and suggestions welcome in the comments!
“Is it okay if I give you a massage?”
Matthew looked up from the sentence he had reread several times already to glance at his fiancée lying in bed next to him. She had put aside the exercise magazine she was perusing — his eyes catching the image of the muscular black man that it was open to — and turned his way, a strange glint in her hazel eyes. The same type of sparkle he had seen three days ago when she told him about her and Tyson showering together while getting him off with her feet. An incident he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since.
Coral had been to the gym twice more since then, and every time she came home, Matthew wondered if she and her trainer had showered together again, and if she had helped get him clean the same way she did before. Or if she went even further. But she didn’t bring it up, and he was much too afraid to ask. However, he had noticed the wet ends of her hair both times. And both times he had jerked off in the bathroom prior to going to sleep.
The knowledge of Coral naked with her trainer under the water’s spray, of her white hands washing his black body, rubbing between his ass and taint, touching an acquaintance in ways she never, ever touched her fiancé, made Matthew miserable and sick. But it also turned him on so damn much. Just picturing Coral next to Tyson made his dick stir. Thinking about them showering twice more and her touching him in other places almost made him cream his pants.
“Um, sure,” he said, thinking that maybe this was an opportunity to hear about what else went on at the gym. And maybe even fool around a little bit.
Coral smiled and hopped off the bed. As she bent over to pull away the sheets and give him room, he couldn’t help but admire her large, braless breasts hanging and swaying from her movements. In her old, now-oversized tank top, the massive globes spilled from the sides and he caught flashes of her nipple and areolas peeking out at him. Already feeling a stirring in his pjs, he went to lay down, but she stopped him and told him to take off his clothes. He didn’t bother arguing, and moments later, he was laying on his stomach, bare cock pressed into the mattress and his fiancée straddling his legs.
He let out a soft, satisfied moan when her hands pressed into his shoulders, kneading and massaging his... muscles, in the technical sense. Though what he possessed paled in comparison to the hard, defined chords and slabs of firm flesh of someone like Tyson.
“Is it normal to get massages while naked?” he asked, resting his head on his forearms. Coral’s thumbs rubbed circles into him, digging deep and making it hurt so good. “I’ve never really gotten one before.”
“Mm, well, that’s the way Tyson did it earlier,’ she said in that same casual tone she used when she had told him that they had showered together. Like it was totally normal, not at all unusual, for them to do something like that with one another. His insides twisting into knots, Matthew attempted to rise and face his fiancée, but she ran her palms down his back and sent shivers down his spine. He relented and stayed on his stomach. “After our workout, I was so sore, and he offered to give me a massage and... loosen me up.”
Matthew let out a shuddering breath, Coral’s fingers dancing along his back. The image of Tyson’s large hands feeling and massaging his fiancée caused his dick to harden and lengthen, and he shifted his lower body, trying to reposition himself on the mattress. “And he did it while you were... while you were naked?”
“Mm-hmm,” Coral hummed, her hands now at his lower back. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before. We shower together all the time. Plus, clothes would have just gotten in the way of him letting his hands do their thing.”
Matthew groaned from the confirmation of Coral and Tyson’s regular showers coupled with the new knowledge of this massage and his dark hands touching her nude body. He pictured them like how he and Coral were now: her lying on her stomach, big tits squished against the mat and curvy ass bare; his palms pressing into her back, his fingers running across the sides of her boobs. Despite how much it made him squirm and made him sick, he wanted to hear more. His arousal embracing the heartbreak.
“He massaged you just like this?”
“Not quite. It was a leg day. So, he really focused on my lower body.” She continued to describe what happened while he tried to subtlety rotate his hips and rub his erection into the mattress. “I did so many squats and lunges and thigh workouts. He rubbed my calves but spent a lot of time on the backs of my thighs... and my ass.” Her hands briefly touched and squeezed his butt before gliding back up to his shoulders and neck. “He really squeezed and massaged my sore cheeks. His big, strong, black hands felt good rubbing all over them.”
Matthew trembled under Coral’s touch and words, the vision of Tyson’s hands ‘massaging’ her ass tearing him apart and filling him with perverted delight. He felt a wet spot under his stiff dick, the sheet sticky and moist from his pre-cum, as he imagined the tall black trainer groping and pulling his fiancée’s toned cheeks apart, molesting and caressing them, while Coral moaned just like was doing right now. He wondered if Tyson was naked as well, his large tool ‘helping’ with the massage, getting between her ass, sliding up and down her crack.
“He also made sure to get my inner thighs,” she continued, her hips rocking back and forth on his legs, helping drive his cock into the bed. “I had to spread my legs apart so he could get deep in there. He really... got in with his fingers and thumbs. Massaging me, rubbing me, making me feel so good. He really worked me over, penetrating deep down.”
Even though she didn’t say it, Matthew’s mind filled in the blanks and pictured Tyson’s thumbs pulling apart Coral’s lower lips, both of them pushing into her wet hole. He’d then used his thick black finger to pump in and out of her pussy, his single digit making her feel better than everything Matthew had tried previously. He had attempted to finger her a few times, but she never seemed to enjoy it much. From her descriptions, that didn’t appear the case with Tyson.
“That’s why I wanted to practice with you, so I could return the favor,” she said, oh-so-very-calmly. “That’s okay, right? It’s just a massage.”
Matthew’s heart nearly stopped. She wanted to give Tyson a massage like this. She wanted to touch his naked body. His mind spun in a whirlwind of emotions all coated in unfilled arousal from what she’d been doing to him. Technically, she’d touched him a few times already in the shower. Would this be so different? Just her feeling up his black body with her white hands.
“Y-yeah. That’s okay. If it’s just a massage.”
“Great! Then you should turn over,” she chirped and sat up off his legs to give him room. Though confused, Matthew obliged and spun around to face his fiancée. She lowered back down onto his legs and smiled at him, a bright and innocent grin. His hard cock stuck up into the air between them, but she didn’t even glance at it, her eyes solely on his face. She placed her hands on him and resumed her massage, going up to his shoulders, down to his chest, and then ever-so-slowly lower and lower. “It’s chest day next. So, I really should practice on your front. But maybe I can just show off and do an...” She ran her palms up his sides, over his shoulders, across his biceps, and then all the way back again. “...all over massage.”
Still staring at his face twisted in need and panting with desire, Coral shifted her touch to his lower pelvis, his hips.
“Get every part of his body.”
One hand moved between his legs and held and fondled his balls, making him groan.
“Every tender spot... every...”
Her other hand moved toward the base of his cock, almost encircling it.
“... muscle.”
But then she stopped.
“That’d be okay, right?”
The world came to a sudden halt, and he considered everything she was asking without asking, the implication of what she said, of the kind of massage she wanted to give her trainer. She played it all so innocently, like it wasn’t any sort of big deal but the things she’d already done made him feel betrayed and inadequate. And she was asking for more. She was asking to give him a “happy ending,” and a fantasy of it popped into Matthew’s head.
Coral and Tyson at the climax of their massage. Her straddling his legs, one hand cupping his balls, the other wrapped around his shaft. Except where Coral could easily hold Matthew’s nuts in her hand, where her one hand almost enveloped his cock, Tyson’s sack overflowed her palm, his massive poll rose like a dark obelisk from her pale grip. Her groping and feeling and stroking.
Matthew nodded, and Coral wrapped her hand around his mediocre length.
She squeezed gently a few times, jerked twice, and then he erupted. Cum drooled out from his cock and flowed down his shaft, which she immediately let go of, as his member twitched and expelled its sticky discharge. A gooey river that coated his crotch.
“You’re so sweet and it really shows how much you’re trying to shed those biased views you used to have,” Coral encouraged, climbing off him and settling back into her spot once he was done.
Like last time, it was like a switch flipped and like everything that just occurred seemed natural and normal. But in the afterglow of his orgasm, Matthew felt sick and tormented about everything, filled with questions. What was going to happen during their massage? When would he find out? How long would he have to wait? Would she even tell him? He turned to Coral, and like she was reading his mind, she simply smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
A few more drips of cum dribbled out from his tip.
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Would love to hear what you all think should happen next? What other seemingly innocent but twisted shenanigans should Coral and Tyson get up to? Or is it time for Matthew to join them in the gym? Feedback and suggestions welcome in the comments!
