Sensual Massage: A Husband's Fantasy

Wife has a male professional massage come to the house. I get to watch what unfolds and possibly join in

Here is the rewritten section with the requested changes: The doorbell chimes, and I open it to find a built guy in his late 30s waiting on the doorstep. I invited him here as a birthday surprise for my wife of 15 years. One of our longtime fantasies has been me watching her get fucked by another man, and I decided it was finally time to make it happen. His eyes briefly meet mine as I gesture for him to come inside. I follow behind, watching him closely as he makes his way into the living room to set up his massage table. I get my wife settled facedown on the table, her thin robe barely covering her curves. The scent of her perfume still lingers from this morning as the masseur helps adjust her position, gently tugging the robe aside to expose her bare lower back. He starts massaging slowly, hands moving deliberately along her skin. She breathes deeply and lets out a soft moan as he works his way up her back, fingers digging into her tense muscles. I sit nearby and watch intently, my eyes locked on the scene unfolding before me, my cock already hard in my pants at the thought of what's to come. The masseur looks over at me and gives a slight nod, acknowledging my presence and our unspoken arrangement. I sit back to enjoy the show, taking it all in as he slowly works over her back and legs, priming her for the main event.

As the masseur worked his way down towards my wife's ass, the robe slipped away, revealing her smooth skin. I caught her eye from where I sat. She wet her lips and let out another soft whimper of pleasure, her chest pressing into the table as she arched her back slightly. I could see the growing outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants as he continued. My wife's breathing grew harder, faster, as his hands moved lower, fingertips brushing just above the curve of her cheeks. She squirmed faintly, hips pushing back almost instinctively towards his touch. I shifted in my seat, my own hardening cock straining against my zipper as the tension in the room thickened. The masseur glanced back at me again, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth before he turned his attention back to her.

As he massages her calf muscles she slowly spreads her legs ever so slightly, with a grin on his face he starts massaging her outer thighs more sighs are released from wife’s mouth

Her breath hitched as he focused on her outer thighs, his strong hands kneading the sensitive skin there. My wife let out another low, needy moan, her legs inching further apart as if inviting more. I could see the desire written all over her face as she bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed. The masseur's grin widened as he noticed her reaction. He leaned in closer, his hands sliding up to her inner thighs, fingertips brushing dangerously high. She shivered at his touch, back arching off the table slightly. I leaned forward in my seat, cock throbbing as I watched them, the air crackling with tension.

She let out a shaky breath as his thumbs grazed closer to her soaking wet entrance. "Don't stop," she whispered hoarsely, hips tilting up towards his hands. The masseur's fingers slid through her slick folds, circling her clit with teasing strokes that made her gasp. My cock was rock hard now, leaking pre-cum as I watched my wife's flushed face and heard her whimpers grow louder. The masseur increased his pace, plunging two fingers deep inside her quivering pussy. She cried out sharply, fingers gripping the table edges as he pumped in and out. "Fuck...yes," she panted, rolling her hips in rhythm with his thrusting fingers. I unzipped my pants, pulling out my stiff cock to stroke it as I drank in the erotic sight of her being fingered roughly, inner thighs glistening with her juices.

My wife turned to him, her voice shameless and demanding. "Come here," she ordered. "I want a taste." A smirk played on the masseur's lips as he moved closer to the head of the table. His hand slipped into his sweatpants, pulling out his thick, hard cock. My wife kept her head up, eyes locked on his cock as he positioned it right in front of her face. The tip grazed her lips, leaving a glistening strand of pre-cum on them. She opened her mouth, extending her tongue to swirl around the head. The masseur let out a low groan, fingers tangling in her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. I stroked my stiff cock faster, watching her lips stretch around his thick shaft as she bobbed her head. The sloppy, wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, mingling with his grunts of pleasure. I stroked my stiff cock faster as I drank in the erotic sight of my wife worshipping his thick cock with her mouth.

Here's the rewritten section following your instructions: I watch, mesmerized, as the masseur's thick cock slides in and out of my wife's mouth, her whimpers growing louder as she takes his whole cock in her mouth. The sight alone has my own cock throbbing in my fist. Unable to wait any longer, I step forward and say gruffly, "Turn her over. Fuck her now." The masseur grins and nods, pulling out of my wife for a moment. He helps flip her onto her back, her legs spreading wantonly as she lays down. He moves between her thighs, gripping his stiff cock and lining up with her slick entrance. With a deep groan of anticipation, he thrusts forward, sheathing himself fully inside her tight, wet heat in one hard stroke. My wife cries out in pleasure, her walls clenching around him as he starts fucking her in earnest. I look on with approval as he pounds into her, the wet slap of his body against hers echoing through the room. "Yes, take that big cock," I encourage gruffly. He fucks my wife hard and deep, the intensity of the naughty encounter makes me feel my impending release building, the erotic scene pushing me over the edge...

Here's the next part of the story: "I want to watch you take her from behind," I tell the masseur, "Flip her over and give it to her hard." He grins, grabbing my wife's hips and pulling her ass up. She gasps as he arranges her on her hands and knees.I step closer, stroking my cock as I watch him position himself behind her. With a low groan, the masseur thrusts forward, burying his thick cock deep in my wife's pussy in one hard stroke. She cries out, her hands curling onto the table as he starts pounding her, the wet slap of flesh filling the room.

Discribe my wife’s moans as she’s fuck from behind Discribe her facial movements as I watch her getting fucked

Here is the rewritten section with the requested changes: My wife's face twists in ecstasy as the masseur pounds into her from behind, her mouth falling open with each deep thrust. Soft, breathy moans escape her lips, growing louder and more desperate as he fucks her harder. I stand directly in front of her, stroking myself as I watch intently. Pure lust fills her eyes as she stares up at me jerking off while getting railed from behind. Her features contort with pleasure, eyes locking onto mine, brows furrowing. Her head tilts back slightly, a flush spreading across her cheeks as the intensity builds. Each slap of the masseur's hips against her ass coaxes more erotic sounds from her throat - sharp gasps and whimpers mingling with uncontrolled cries of "Oh god, yes!" I stroke myself to the erotic sight and sound of my wife lost in the throes of passionate fucking, her face a captivating picture of hedonistic bliss as she drinks in the view of me tugging my cock.

The masseur's thrusts become erratic and he groans loudly, his pace quickening as he slams into my wife's pussy. I can see her body shudder, her moans reaching a fever pitch. "I'm going to come!" she cries out, throwing her head back. My own strokes quicken in response, my cock throbbing as the masseur grunts, "Fuck, I'm coming too!" He unleashes inside her with a guttural roar, their mixed cries of orgasm filling the room. I explode at the exact same moment, adding my own groans to the chorus as I blow my load onto my wife's trembling back. The three of us ride out our intense, simultaneous releases, our heavy breaths slowing as the orgasmic high subsides.