BBC Masseuse: Part 1

by Big sween (USA)

It was my wife’s 48th birthday! She still looked OK, a couple extra pounds but very nice to look at. I’m 50 and still in pretty good shape. But I’ve been having a lot of problems getting and maintaining an erection.

Even with generic Viagra and cock rings, I struggled to please my wife. Of course, I would do other things like go down on her and use toys. It wasn’t the same. And I felt bad for her. She is a loving, caring, loyal wife.

During fantasy talks that we shared, I would talk about other men with big dicks. Trying to make her horny, I would put on X-rated videos of men with bigger dicks. She honestly didn’t seem too into watching the videos.

Then, one night, we were lying in bed. And I put on a porno; I could see she wasn’t thrilled about it. But I explained to her that it is something I liked to do with her, that it turns me on.

This particular movie was about a Black man in his 30s, I would guess. Who works with a married white guy in his 40s? The man needed a place to stay for a couple of weeks, so his work friend offered to take him in. This porno was not all about sex. It was a movie with X-rated content.

So the movie was a little slower with a lot of flirting. A lot of innuendos, that kind of thing. It wasn’t until about halfway through the movie that the Black visitor got to fuck the white wife. I could tell this movie was a little different for my wife.

We had never watched interracial sex before, not together anyway. I could tell she was very much into the movie. She didn’t show it, but I could tell she was turned on. I told her my stomach was bothering me, and then I would probably have to use the bathroom; she paused the movie. And told me she was going to scroll to know I would be a while in the bathroom.

I got up and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As I started down the hallway to the bathroom, I quietly turned around and went back to the door. Not having to use the bathroom, I just wanted to spy on my wife through the crack in the door.

Just as I suspected, she had thrown the blankets aside and was lying naked on the bed. She quickly rewound the movie, right to the part where the white woman reached out and grabbed the young Black man, squeezing his half-hard cock through his flannel boxers.

The two on screen started making out, which brought my wife’s fingers between her legs, with a pace that told me she was trying to finish before I got back. When his cock slipped through the hole of his boxers, her legs straightened tightly, her feet pointed erect towards the wall.

She was rubbing pretty fast at this point, and when the Black man reached behind the woman’s head and pulled her face to his cock and put it into her mouth, my wife’s legs suddenly opened wide. Her hips lifted off the bed as quietly as possible, and she convulsed into a long orgasm.

When she finished, she quickly put the movie back to where it was when I left. I went down to the bathroom and took a leak. My cock is soft like a noodle. But dripping pre-come everywhere. I was really horny; hopefully, when I get back to the bedroom, I will be able to get an erection.

When I got back to the bedroom, she was on TikTok just scrolling. She told me she had enough of the movie for now, if it was OK that we just made love. I took my robe off, and my soft cock, still dripping, was unable to get hard enough to penetrate. She tried to suck me, but it just wasn’t happening. Frustrated, we just called it a night and went to bed.

The next day! All I could think about was how horny she was, watching a Black man fuck a white woman. As we slept that night, I woke up, and I swear to God she was masturbating. The movement stopped when I rolled over, and she pretended like she was sleeping, but I’m sure she was masturbating.

That’s when I started really fantasizing about a Black man pleasing my wife. Not fucking her, just a fantasy of her being manipulated and sexual situations that would be too much for her to handle. But how? I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Then one day, she pulled in her lower back, and she was in some pain. She was laid in bed for a week before she started feeling a little better. Then it came to me! Set up a massage…. It took two days of long work and a lot of digging to find a Black man who is willing to come to our house and massage my wife.

Then I came across James…. We met at a coffee shop to go over the details and payment. Pretty much I just wanted him to massage my wife slowly and as erotically as possible. I wanted him to get as close to her pussy and ass without upsetting her. I just wanted him to turn her on. We agreed, and it was settled: Saturday night at 6 PM.

We would meet at my place. Before we had parted ways, James asked me how far is too far. I told him I didn’t think it would get very far. But if it were up to me, I would let it get as far as him jacking off in front of her. He responded, so no sex. My reply was clear. No sex, no penetration. Not your finger, not your dick. What a disappointed look. OK, he said.

Saturday night. That night, the wife and I were talking, and I told her that I had booked her for a massage on Saturday. She was excited; she was feeling better. And a nice back massage would really help. We didn’t speak of it again, but I couldn’t get it off my mind. It seemed like forever before Saturday came, but time ticked on. And it was just before six when the doorbell rang.

Part two is coming up.