There was no doubt Chinyere was enjoying the sensation too. She was clearly awake now, and almost regularly, she would sigh and breathe deeply between her arms. I thought I noticed her hips start to move slightly on their own.
Yinka moved around to the side again, and, without a word, folded the sheet over in the middle of her back exposing one entire side of her body. With some fresh oil, he started to work directly on her uncovered buttock, moving his hands in circular motions over the entire soft surface.
There was hardly room for both of his massive hands as his slick fingers started to probe down between her cheeks and legs.
Suddenly I heard Chinyere gasp as contact was made in her nether region.. “Umm…are you sure that’s part of the service?” she whispered.
“I’m just getting to the deep tissue areas,” Yinka answered softly. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“No, maybe just a little embarrassed,” she breathed back. “Nobody but my husband has touched me down there in a very long time.”
“Don’t worry. . .,” Yinka chuckled. “I’m a professional. It’s all part of my job. . .”
“I’ll bet it is. . .,” Chinyere murmured, as she rested her head back down. She seemed to relax again, and Yinka moved around to the other side and repeated the process — folding the sheet over and exposing the other cheek.
Hearing no further protests, Yinka started to move his “professional” fingers deeper between her legs with each pass. This time there was no doubt about it. Her hips began a slow grind up and down as one of his hands moved up to stroke her back again while the other stayed busy on her bottom — gliding around and then dipping down. . .deeper and deeper each time.
Chinyere’s breathing began to get heavier with each passing moment. When Yinka’s arm movement changed, she began to moan and gasp again.
Before his arm had been moving up and down, now it was moving slightly in and out. The sheet was still covering his hand from our view, but it was almost certain that he was now fingering her.
Her skin had a soft sheen on it as she continued to rock back and forth on the table. Her hands began to clench and unclench the table above her head.
As he increased his speed and stroked in and out she would raise her head at times and take ragged breaths. Her eyes were glassed over and she had never looked lovelier.
I almost came in my trousers right there. Glancing over at Olu, I could see that he was in a trance too. Here was this beautiful, petite woman — my wife — writhing and panting lustily on a table while a bodybuilder gave her obvious pleasure.
I was sure she was nearing orgasm, but before she could get there, Yinka slowed down his movements and brought her down from the peak. As he pulled his hand into view it was slick and wet with her juices.
“Why… why are you stopping?” she almost whimpered.
“We’ve still got plenty of time, ” he said, grinning broadly. “Besides, I need to do your front. ..”
We all tried to catch our breath as Yinka rearranged the sheet over her. Then he held it up like a curtain in front of him and told her to turn over.
As she changed sides, Olu and I could see how hot with excitement she was. Chinyere was clearly in a state of arousal. Her nipples were hard and erect and her bouncing breasts heaved as she laid back down. Yinka placed the sheet over her, then folded it down to the top of her chest — raising her arms so they lay beside her head.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can stand,” Chinyere said as Yinka went to get some fresh oil. Again she looked him up and down while he had his back to her. When he turned around, her eyes darted immediately to the huge bulge in his shorts. She quickly looked away and focused her eyes on the ceiling.
Yinka moved to the head of the table and started to massage her neck and shoulders. With her arms raised above her head, he had complete access to her upper body. He gently worked around her ears and soft throat, then held up each arm and worked the length of it to her hands. Again I was amazed at how tiny she seemed next to him.
She had calmed down quite a bit by this time, and her breathing was almost normal, but Yinka was ready to start her motor again. Without warning, he peeled the sheet down to her waist, revealing her lovely breasts in all their glory. Their perfect conical shape was flattened against her a little bit in this position, but the nipples stood up proud and tall.
He started at her collarbone with flat palms and started making circles that progressed down her chest. It didn’t take long for his hands to make contact with her breasts, but he danced around them — never directly touching or even grazing her erect nipples.
Taking his time, Yinka moved all around her well-oiled breasts without giving her the direct contact she was probably dying for by now. Her breathing began to get heavier again, and she started to make soft noises in the back of her throat. Chinyere loves to have her breasts fondled, and I could see her start to arch her back as she strained to meet his touch.
Finally, he gave in to her. He moved to the side of the table, and with his palms flat, he placed his hands on her stomach and moved them both up and over her breasts — dragging right across the nipples. Then he moved back down and took both hard little nubbins between his fingers and began to roll them back and forth.
It was like an electric shock. Chinyere’s arms jerked down, and her hands covered his. “Uhhhhhnnggg!!!!!!!” she moaned, with her eyes closed tightly. The look on her pretty face was pure pleasure. “Yesssss…..like that!!!!!” she hissed, as her hands guided his over her quivering pink flesh.
Her hips started to rise off the table again as she raised her knees and planted her feet on the table. I don’t think I’d ever seen her so overcome. Her arms were still flailing — one hand fell down to the sheet and started to slide underneath between her wide-spread legs. The other hand instinctively reached out and found Yinka’s white T-shirt. As he continued to stroke and tease her nipples, her hand unconsciously slid down his shirt to the waistband of his shorts.
Before she could reach down any further, however, Yinka sidestepped her grasp and moved his hips out of the way. “Uh, uh….no fair touching the hired help. . .yet!!!!!” he snickered at her. I don’t think she heard him or even realized what he was talking about. She was too lost in the sensations he was giving her.
With all the thrashing about, the sheet had all but fallen clear of her body. Yinka started to move his hands lower again, gliding over her stomach. When he reached the sheet, he simply whisked it off onto the floor.
There was my pretty, little conservative wife — stark naked, trembling and writhing under this strange man. I couldn’t take it anymore. Olu read my mind and said, “Don’t worry. . .it’s just the two of us. Do what ya gotta do. . .I got plenty of tissues in here.”
Gratefully I reached down to unzip my trousers and release the intense pressure. . .I have never been harder. My cock finally sprang free, and I wasted no time in working it. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I tried to keep it slow. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Olu releasing his own monster, but another loud female moan from the speakers snapped our attention back to the screen.
Yinka had moved down to stand at the foot of the table between Chinyere’s raised knees and wide-spread legs. He was still making circular motions with his palms as he worked his way lower on her abdomen. His hands were starting to graze the softness of her trimmed little bush. She was humping her hips up to meet his movements as he moved ever lower.
Sliding his hands down to her inner thighs, Yinka massaged the outside of her pussy lips with his thumbs. . .still not coming into direct contact. Each movement pulled the slick lips apart and gave us all a view of her moist opening. Chinyere was almost babbling at this point, but when Yinka finally slid the side of his hand directly down the full length of her vagina, she began to pant like a wounded animal.
“Uhhhhh!!!!……Oh, God!!!!!! Oh,. . .oh, please!!!!!!!!
She bucked up and down as one finger hit home. . .then another. Soon he was pistoning his large digits in and out of her honey pot at increasing speed.
When one thumb moved up and suddenly raked across her neglected clit, my wife immediately began to shake and shudder. I knew very well the signs of her orgasm. She shook her head from side to side, hair spilling out everywhere as the clip came undone and flew across the room.
“Yeeeeesssss!!!!! Oh, yeah……right there, that’s it!!!!!!” she wailed beneath his solid, unrelenting movements.
Her hands flew to her breasts, and she began to tweak and pull on her own nipples. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped to pull air into her burning lungs.
Finally, he gave her the release she needed. Suddenly he placed both hands on her thighs and spread them wide apart as he leaned down and swiped his long tongue directly over her clit. He kept his mouth there…lapping and swirling his tongue over her burning pussy.
That’s all it took. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she almost appeared to stop breathing. Wave after wave of pleasure shook through her body as she thrust her mound against Yinka’s lapping tongue and clawed at the sheets under her.
“Ohhh……ohhh……AhhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!!. . . .I’m CUMMMMMIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!” She wailed in tempo with the thrust of her hips. Then she held herself rigid as the fireworks exploded in her head.
“Oh….Shit!” I heard Olu bellow next to me. I looked over just as a huge load erupted from his cock — all over his hand and arm. I was close to shooting too, but I had a death grip on the base of my rod to keep it from going off. “Damn. . .that’s about the hottest thing I ever saw,” Olu groaned as he slumped in his chair.
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