Somehow my husband convinced me to embark on an erotic weekend for our 13th wedding anniversary.

We would leave the kids with the sitter and head for a newly built spa and resort a couple of hours’ drive from us which advertised a lovers’ getaway. I’d been hesitant about leaving the kids. But I thought I really needed some sexual excitement, plus it was only for a weekend, so in the end I relented and decided to make the most of it.

After leaving instructions with the sitter, we set off, making it to the hotel just in time to clean up for dinner at seven. On opening my overnight bag, I found that Roger had shopped and repacked for me. “Excuse me, but where are my clothes?” I said as I pulled out one skimpy little spaghetti-strap dress after another. They would be so tight, there was no way I could wear anything under them, and so short, they would barely cover my crotch.

Roger replied, “Honey, come on, it’s our anniversary. Can’t you be just a little sexy for me?”

“Sexy?” I cried. “People will think I’m a hooker in this stuff!”

Roger walked over and held me from behind, running his hand over my hardening nipples. “I get so hot when I see other men covet my sexy wife,” he said. Well, among the stuff he bought I did manage to find a thong, so I guess that meant I could have a complete outfit for our weekend of lust.

We celebrated with a couple of glasses of champagne, then enjoyed an elegant meal in the hotel’s French restaurant, accompanied by a great bottle of French burgundy. By now I was very relaxed. My little black dress had ridden up to expose my thong. Roger had noticed, and had been running his hand up my thigh all night, often slipping it down to finger my slit. From time to time I squirmed in my seat to put some pressure on my clit to tease myself closer to orgasm — I got the feeling that Roger wanted me to come right there in the dining room.

By the time we paid the check I was feeling no pain. My nipples, as stiff as pencil erasers, were poking through my skintight dress, and I was close to climax. As we got up, my dress rode up even farther. It clung to my hips, exposing my thong, which had ridden up between my pussy lips. My juices had soaked my thighs. I must have been quite a sight!

Roger looked at the state I was in and said, almost drooling, “Don’t touch a fucking thing!”

On the walk back to our room he fingered my slit. “Christ, Roger,” I said, “I need to be fucked right now.”

“All in good time,” he said, managing to control his excitement.

When we got back to the room I was hotter than a pistol. For some reason Roger chose that moment to settle into one of the chairs! So I went in the bathroom to clean up a bit. From there I heard him moving around doing something, but when I came back out, he was back sitting in the chair smiling. Unbeknownst to me, he had taken his video camera out of his bag and put it in the armoire facing the bed, then hit “record” and shut the armoire doors just enough so that the camera couldn’t be noticed from the bed!

Of course I didn’t know any of this at the time. When I came out of the bathroom I walked over to the chair where Roger was sitting, and after a couple minutes of kissing began to unzip his slacks. Suddenly there was a knock on the room door.

“Who could that be?” I said.

I didn’t really expect him to know, but he did! He said, “I took the liberty of ordering you what they call an ‘anniversary private massage’ as a present.” He opened the door to reveal a tall young man dressed in white shorts, a tight white T-shirt and sandals, carrying a shoulder bag of what I assumed were massage supplies.

“Hi, I’m Sam,” he said. “I’m here to give a massage to Laurie.”

“There she is,” said Roger, winking at him.

“Great,” Sam said. “I’ll just get set up while you get ready.” He dimmed the lights and set out a few candles on the dresser, then lit them.

The sight of this man took my breath away. I had never seen a man so sexy! He could have been the porn star who set my body aquiver every time I saw one of his films — the fantasy lover I never dared to tell anyone about.

I was mesmerized as Sam moved around the room preparing for my massage. When he pulled back the bed sheets, his well-defined arms bulged out of his T-shirt. Finally I managed to say, “I guess I should I get ready.”

“Yes,” he said, and without looking at me added, “Undress down to your underwear so I don’t get any oils on your clothes. Then take off your shoes and lie facedown on the bed.” Meanwhile he was laying out an array of oils next to the bed and placed his leather satchel at the foot of the bed.

“Here,” Roger said, “I’ll hold up this towel so you can take off your dress.”

“Don’t worry,” Sam said. “Why don’t I just step outside and give you ten minutes to get ready?”

As the door closed behind Sam, Roger moved to help me out of my dress. Finally, I said, “Roger, what is this, a joke? Did you ask them to send a masseur?”

While taking my dress off, Roger said, “Don’t worry, he’s a professional. I wanted to give you a present that would arouse your sexuality. Nothing is going to happen. Besides, you have to admit, he is your type.”

“He’s more than my type,” I said. “I would fuck that hunk senseless in a heartbeat.”

Roger helped me lie down on the bed and placed a towel over my ass, then walked to the side of the bed and gave me a kiss. “I’m going to go down to the lounge and have a drink or two, so you won’t be nervous with me hanging around. I ordered you ‘the full treatment,’ which should last a couple of hours. When you get done, come meet me down in the lounge. I love you. Now I’ll leave and send Sam back in.”

“I love you too,” I said. “Thanks for the massage.” I gave him a peck on the cheek, then just lay there on my stomach in nothing but my thong, barely covering my clenching pussy, with the small white towel draped over my bottom. I felt my pussy juices running. I couldn’t wait for my massage to begin.

I heard someone come in the room, which I assumed was Sam. Whoever it was came up and stood near my head. Yes, it was Sam. He was explaining his massage technique. However, my attention was focused on the bulge in his shorts, with a purple cockhead peeking out through one of the legholes. I found myself thinking, nothing’s going to happen? Sam’s cock didn’t seem to think so, and I didn’t either!

I heard what sounded like a bottle being opened. After a bit, it sounded like Sam was rubbing something in his hands. Then I felt the bed sink as he climbed on and straddled my body.

“First,” he said, “I’m going to use some aromatherapy oils to relax you and your muscles. I’ll rub them into your skin gently from head to toe. Then I’ll move on to a lemon-seed massage oil and work any particular muscles you find tight and bothering you.”

“Please pay attention to my shoulders,” I said in a low voice.

Sam worked the first layer of oil slowly over my body in long, smooth strokes. I felt myself relaxing. I was really enjoying his strength. I even commented on how soft yet firm his hands were. His skilled touch had me so much at ease that I didn’t flinch when he asked if he could remove my towel. After he did that, he slid my thong off from behind, saying he didn’t want to get oil on it.

Hmm, I was naked now.

Sam leaned over me from the side so that his crotch was right in front of my face. The head of his cock was now outside his shorts by maybe two inches and I was tingling with excitement. On several occasions Sam’s cockhead “accidentally” brushed my cheek. After a while he moved down my body to my back. Now his bulge was resting squarely in the palm of my hand, which was lying by my side. Then he was sliding the already-sizable length of his cock back and forth over my hand. It was like he was using my hand to masturbate himself!

I felt him getting harder and harder. Just when I was thinking of clenching my hand around that luscious manhood, he moved to the bottom of the bed to massage my feet and legs. Now he pushed his bulge up against my feet and slid the tip of his cock back and forth. I was lost in lust, loving being sexually teased.

Sam said he was ready to work on my back and shoulders. He kicked his sandals off, climbed on the bed and straddled me. His hands were strong, and I was in heaven. God, what a turn-on this man was! I figured, we’re paying for this, I might as well enjoy it.

I loved the way Sam ran his strong hands all over me. Each long stroke produced a moan that came from deep within me. The magic hands reached my bare ass and rubbed my globes — I bit my lip in anticipation of his fingers finding their way to my delicate hole. Instead, his thumbs swept deftly over my anal rim. I knew it was too soon for that, but I still missed it.

Sam said he was going to work on my thighs. He straddled me again, and I felt his muscular thighs on either side of me. My fantasies spun wildly as I lay there, virtually nude, alone in the room with the man of my dreams. As he manipulated his way up my thighs, I felt his cock rubbing against my inner thighs. I dreamed of him sliding it in me and fucking me senseless. I was moaning continuously now.

Abruptly, Sam elevated his field of action, working now on my back and shoulders. But as he inched higher up on my body, he made sure his cock slid along the inside of my thighs until it was rubbing against my oil-coated ass, sliding easily back and forth between my cheeks as he massaged up and down my back.

My God, I thought, this feels so fucking fantastic! I lifted my hips slightly so his cock would slide deeper between my cheeks. I reached underneath me and felt for my clit. My body was warm now with the kneaded-in oils, and the knots in my muscles were gone. My pussy, however was on fire!

“How is this feeling, Laurie?” my fantasy man asked.

“Like heaven,” I replied.

Now I felt Sam’s cockhead rubbing against the entrance to my moist pussy. “Are you ready for the specialty of the house?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, “but I can’t imagine this getting any better. You’re an expert stress reliever.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said. “Have you ever had a full-body massage?” I said I wasn’t familiar with the term but I didn’t think so, since I had never had any kind of professional massage before this. “You’re going to love it,” he said softly.

He moved my arms above my head and held them together with one hand, then leaned down and started rubbing his whole body all over my back. The effect was that I was now basically pinned to the bed. I thought, how erotic is this? I had to see what it looked like, and knew there was a mirror on the wall beside the bed. I turned to look in it and saw Sam rubbing that hulking body all rippling with muscle all over me.

Hold on, this didn’t look like any kind of massage to me! But I didn’t care!

Fuck the massage! Sam’s incredibly erotic presence and his powerful physical gyrations were bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I began breathing heavily, even panting, from my “massage.” Then I realized I was going to come! I felt warmth between my legs, and all I could think of was, I mustn’t let Sam know I was on the verge of coming.

I bit my lip, trying to hold it in. In the mirror I saw Sam raise his bare ass and change his angle just enough so that when he lowered his body to me again, his cock slipped right in my pussy. He started kissing the back of my neck.

“Sam, no!” I protested. “It feels incredible, but I can’t do this to my husband.” I pointed out that I was here with him celebrating our anniversary. Alas, my body betrayed me, going over the edge and exploding.

And Sam kept right on fucking me, in fact readjusting his position trying to drive in even deeper — and I raised my hips to give him deeper access. He continued kissing my neck, ears and cheek. I turned my head to him so he could reach my lips.

“Oh God, fuck me, Sam,” I croaked. Continuing to pound away, he announced, “I’m going to fuck you the way you need it!”

He swung my legs around without his cock ever leaving my pussy and maneuvered me onto my back. He looked down at me with his big cock thrusting deep into me. I grabbed his head and started a French kiss that lasted for minutes. While we kissed, I knew I should feel guilty, but I didn’t. It was easy and pleasurable, and I loved it, feeling naughty and sexy, maybe a little slutty.

Since I was on my back, I spread my legs fully, giving Sam total access to me. He lifted my legs a bit so he could penetrate me still deeper. I had never had a cock fill me like this.

“Suck my tits,” I begged, then lifted my legs onto his shoulders and moved my hips faster, like I was fucking myself on his beautiful cock. I looked in his eyes and, while stroking his beautifully defined chest, said, “Shit, baby, I can’t get enough of you.”

While continuing to pound me, Sam began to kiss and suck my tits. I was really into it now, and dug my nails into his back as we frantically pushed our pelvises together. He grabbed my ass to keep me closer, and I pleaded, “Oh yes, Sam, squeeze my fucking ass!” His cock was a fiery rod inside me — and all I wanted was more!

I want to be on top of you,” I said. “That way I can take you in deeper.” We rolled over, again without him coming out of me, and I positioned myself over his crotch and pounded him, sliding almost all the way out, then crashing back down on him.

It wasn’t long before Sam warned me that he was on the verge of coming. I pushed off him and maneuvered into a 69 position, then sucked his straining cock into my mouth, taking it down my throat without gagging. He squeezed my ass, then spread it wide and, while holding me firmly, thrust his tongue in my pussy, then licked up and down, over my throbbing clit, which he rolled between his tongue and lips. He fucked me with his tongue, and I ground my pussy into his face, wanting to come with him. His tongue was making me dizzy with bliss.

On the verge of exploding myself, I panted, “Shit, come for me, baby!” He pushed my mouth back onto his cock and wrapped an arm around my waist to hold my pussy on his tongue. He pushed the thumb of his free hand slowly in my tight asshole. I had never allowed my husband near my ass. Every time he ever tried, I pushed him away or told him no. Now each time I took Sam deep in my throat, he buried his thumb deeper in my ass, and I was taking immense pleasure in it.

Just as I exploded, I felt Sam’s cock pulsing in my mouth. Come splashed into my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but half of it spilled out of my mouth, down his shaft and onto my tits. Instinctively I started lapping it up, cleaning every drop off of him.

I turned around and kissed him, and saw that he hadn’t lost his erection. “That was fucking amazing,” I said, then added, as I stroked his hard-on, “And you’re still hard!”

“You need to take care of that,” he said, motioning with his eyes toward his cock. “I want to come again.

“With pleasure,” I said.

I rubbed the swollen head, then fed Sam’s cock into my pussy. I watched every inch slide in my pulsing cunt. My legs burned as I bounced deliriously up and down on his cock. I was dripping with sweat and sticky with come. I saw my juices pooling at the base of his thick cock and trickling down onto the sheets.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips as Sam pinched my nipples. Then it happened. The air felt like it was charged with energy, and it felt like bombs were exploding inside me. “Oh fuck, I’m coming,” I cried out. I went into convulsions and fell on top of him. I had never come like this! A few seconds later he had a thundering climax. Then we just held each other.

Finally he got up and went to get a wet washcloth, then wiped me down. I pulled him down to me and embraced him. I tried to kiss him, but he said, “I better go before your husband gets back. I had a great time.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I said. “I want to see you again.” And then, in a barely audible whisper, “I want to do this again.”

I was asleep on the bed when Roger returned. In the morning, he said he hoped I had enjoyed the “full-service treatment” he had arranged for me with Sam, which he said was the best anniversary present he could think of. Then he told me about the video camera he had hidden, with Sam’s consent, and said he had already watched some of the tape. He said he thought it was the best present he could have wished for from me!