II

 

 

The house was darker than before. Lighting the way with the candelabra, Madam led me up the stairs and to the door I was looking for, bathing our surroundings in flickering lights as she carried the two-headed candlestick before her.

 

“Here we are”, she proclaimed. “Just enter when you’re ready.”
 

I nodded. “Thanks, Madam.”

With that, she left, taking the dancing lights with her. I took a deep breath, then opened the door and entered the room behind.

I was back at the spa from last night, in front of the massage rooms. One of the doors swung open, and my wife appeared, dressed in a sort of spa uniform, if the uniforms of this spa consisted of a semi-transparent white top and loose-fitting shorts.

She gestured to me to enter. After I did, she closed the door behind me and pointed to a massage table in the center of the room. “Please, take off your clothes and lie down.”

I did so. Laying before her naked, nervously anticipating my massage treatment, my cock was pointing straight upwards.

My wife dipped her hands in a large bowl of thick massage oil. She then let the oil run from her hands onto my starving cock, watching it twitch. One of her hands began to slowly glide up and down my shaft, while the other was fondling my balls. I started breathing heavily. Finally, she wrapped her hands around my cock, massaging it like a delicate pepper grinder. My breathing had turned into moaning.

Then she stopped. But only to turn around and once more dip her hands into the bowl of oil. This time, she let it run all over her breasts, until her flimsy white top was completely drenched.

“Please, sit up.”

I did, and was now sitting on the edge of the massage table, my feet on the ground. My wife kneeled down in front of me and put my cock between her soft, sticky breasts, squished against each other by the tightness of the top and the grip of her hands.

Nothing in my life had ever felt this good. My vision turned black.

“Don’t forget, mister – no coming allowed! This is merely a massage.”

She was moving just slowly enough to keep me from ejaculating. It was maddening and heavenly.

Again, she stopped. After turning around, she first took off her top, then slipped out of her shorts. Finally, she took the bowl into both of her hands, lifted it up, and let the oil spill over every inch of her body.

“Nobody knows better than me how to make you come.”

She came over, wrapped her legs around me, and sat down in my lap, rubbing against me.

“And nobody knows better how not to.”

I was drowning in her body.

“How to keep you just on the edge.”

She started kissing me, my mouth, my neck, my ears, panting and whispering.

“I’ll make you feel really good.”

Laying down on the table, she spread her legs.

“Come in. Please.”

It took all my willpower not to come at this very moment. I was moving by myself, my shivering body climbing onto her. She looked into my eyes while teasing the tip of my cock with the lips of her dripping wet yoni.

“Relax. Trust me, I’ll be careful. Just enjoy.”

She pushed me into her. I gasped for air. For a moment, I thought I had died. Never had I imagined such pleasure. My heart was pounding. My body was shaking.

She began sucking on my tongue while moving her body on the table, pulling me deeper inside her. All of her lips were devouring me.

I couldn’t take this any longer. I had lost control over my body. My hips started thrusting. I could think of nothing but fucking. I wanted to keep hammering my cock into her like a wild animal, looking at her oiled body as it was slapping against mine, listening to her moaning and screaming.

“Easy now…” She tightened the grip of her legs, stopping my movement. I was on the brink of losing my mind. Part of me wanted to just overpower her. Grab her by the wrists, push her down, and make her pay for all this torture.

She let her fingers run through my hair. “Shhh… calm down. It’s going to be worth it, I promise.”

That was it. I had to pull out of her. Grabbing her ankles, I freed myself from her grip and tumbled backwards on the table, almost falling off in the process.

The room had a shower. I jumped under it, letting cold water run over my groin area. After that, my wife took a shower as well, washing the oil off of her body with soapy hands. I tried my best not to stare.  “How long is this trial going to take?”

Dripping wet, she came out of the shower before thankfully putting on a bathrobe. “Don’t concern yourself with that now. I’ll let you know when you’ve passed.”

I wanted to say something, but felt myself drifting out of sleep already. The moment before I finally woke up, she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Good night."

As you would expect, I didn’t have a very productive day. My cock was rock hard through all of it. I couldn’t think of anything else but how badly I wanted to come.

Tonight she would let me. She had to. There was no way I would endure another night like this, not to mention another day of waiting after that.

Finally, midnight came. As Madam was taking my coat, she noticed the twitching bulge in my pants. An amused grin appeared on her face. “Someone looks eager.”

I returned to the room of red velvet, where I had met my wife the first night, sat down, and waited. Minutes felt like hours.

Finally, a knock on the door. I jumped up and opened it. My wife was standing in front of me in the corridor.

Twice.

Two women, holding hands, both differently dressed and styled, but both unmistakably my wife, one and the same. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It was the one on the left that first started to speak. “Hello, husband. You’ve handled yourself quite well so far. I think it’s time to increase the challenge.”

 

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Continued in Part 3.