Wild Horse Ranch Ch. 02

"Both at the same time?" my wife asked in surprise.

"She likes nothing better than to have her face between a woman's thighs while her husband is pumping her pussy full of cum. Trust me, if you like your husband licking your pussy, you'll love having her do it. I don't know of anyone that she hasn't been able to get to climax."

"People really do that? Have sex with two people at the same time?"

"Two men and a woman, two women and a man, sure. Threesomes are extremely common for couples, and even singles, that want to experiment and try different things. Hell, I've done it myself. And with as attractive as you are. I wouldn't mind letting you sit on my face while David pumps me."

"EVELYN!" my wife exclaimed loud enough that we didn't need the radio to hear her.

"Just saying. Not that I'd ever force the issue, but I almost joined you two in the shower this morning."

"Evelyn! Really? In the shower?"

"Why not? Good clean fun!" Evelyn said with a grin. Terry, if you want in me, you gotta beat David to the top!"

"You're on!" he said as he backed up their cart and he took off up the road at a breakneck pace.

"You want him to fuck you?" I asked as I turned around and followed.

"Sure. Sitting there watching her. Fuck yes I'm turned on. And we wouldn't want to wear you out. You have an appointment for a massage and tonight is couples night at the club. I think you two should go enjoy it and see what it's like." she answered as I took off after the other cart.

To say I was dusty by the time we got to the top of the hill would be an understatement. Terry and my wife had arrived easily a full minute ahead of us and were both out of their cart when we pulled in.

"Why don't you take your wife in this cart, so you don't miss your appointment," Evelyn said.

"I don't know that I can find my way back," I answered quietly, hating to admit I paid more attention to Evelyn on the way here than watching where we were.

Evelyn had already taken her helmet off. "Not a problem." She reached to the center of the dash and pressed on a touchscreen. A map lit up in the display that I hadn't even noticed. "All our trails are marked out. You can enter in 'spa' and it will direct you, or you can just follow the track we created when we came up," she said, pointing to the trail in red. "If you happen to get lost, or break down, just press the red button. It'll send a contact message to the ATV barn, and they'll send out a repair buggy."

"Technology. Go figure," I said as she started to climb out of the buggy. She helped my wife slip back into the seat she just vacated and handed my wife her helmet.

"I'll bring your clothes down with me. Right now, Terry is going to demonstrate his talents to me," Evelyn called over her shoulder as she began walking away from our buggy. I started it up and pulled away, heading back along the path toward the ATV barn.

My wife pulled my right hand to her pussy and pressed my fingers against her wet lips, pressing hard enough to push my middle finger between her lips. I glanced over from my driving and asked the obviously stupid question. "You turned on?"

"Hell yes. Terry was driving like a wild man while he had a hand between my legs. That turd managed to get his fingers to my clit and still drive fast enough to put his dick in me for a half dozen, very stimulating, strokes before you caught up." She answered, surprising me a little. "What? You didn't think he would?"

"No. It wasn't that. It was, well, I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Why? I'm not immune to being turned on."

"You just haven't ever been a particular fan of quickies." I said with a shrug.

"Well, maybe I am now."

"Sure, okay." I answered with a shake of my head, my hand still between her legs, slowing my driving down considerably. "What did you think of Sophia?"

"She's a very dynamic person. Sounds like she's perfect for that job."

"What did you think about the idea of her staying the night?"

"You want her to?"

"I've never had sex with a black girl before," I answered.

"Not to mention those tits. I know how you like tits." She said a little breathlessly, my finger pushing in and out of her pussy clearly having an effect on her. "You assume she's going to want to have sex with you."

"I kind of got the idea that was Evelyn's plan."

"You know she's gonna wanna have sex with me too. I don't know if I'm up for something like that. I mean I was with a girl once in college, when I was drunk. But since I met you, I haven't had any need to do anything crazy like that." I looked over at her in surprise and stopped the buggy in the middle of the trail. "What? You think I was lilly white when we met? I wasn't exactly a virgin."

"I just never knew you tried anything like that."

"Well, I did. Now I suppose you're gonna want me to do it again so we can have three way sex? That's why I never told you before. I knew what it'd make you think."

"Okay. So, did you like it? When you did it?"

"Hell, I was drunk. I don't remember exactly."

"You like it when I lick you, right?"

"Yeah, but it's you."

"So close your eyes and pretend it is me. Who knows, maybe you'll really enjoy it, not being drunk."

"Maybe. I'll think about it. And that is NOT a yes."

"Evelyn said tonight is couples night at the club, thinks we should go check it out." I said as I started down the hill again, slipping my hand back between my wife's thighs.

"I'm sure you said yes to that."

"Well, if you liked fucking Terry, I'm sure that some of the dancers there will be just as tempting." I said, looking over at her with a grin.

"Uh huh. And some of the girls for you?"

"Maybe. Even if we don't do a lap dance, we ought to check it out."

"I'll think about it." She squeajed, her voice at least an octave higher than normal, moments before I heard her gasp over the radio.

"Fair enough," I agreed with a grin to myself, knowing that I'd pushed the magic button far enough to make her climax.

It took us another half an hour to reach the ATV barn and then ten more minutes to switch to our 4 seat, souped-up golf cart and make our way to the spa. I couldn't help but notice that my wife was sitting awkwardly in the golf cart, trying to cover herself as much as she could, without looking like she was. We got to the spa and I climbed out, waiting in front for my wife to slide out of the cart and catch up with me. The trepidation on her face was clear, though I wasn't sure if it wa about the upcoming massage or the ride across the busy compound naked. She hadn't been nearly as bothered riding in the ATV, which I took as a positive sign that maybe she was getting used to some of this.

The young woman behind the desk was apparently waiting for us. She immediately led us to a large shower room, not unlike a gym shower, though this one did have a few shower-curtained cubicles at one end for people that were more "bashful" as she put it. My wife and I showered the combination of sunblock and road grime off our bodies and out of our hair, all under the watchful, almost lustful, eye of another young woman standing by with towels. She held out a big fluffy towel to each of us to dry with and then replaced them with two fresh towels to wrap ourselves in before she led us to a modestly large room with two massage tables. She had us lay down on the tables naked, and then covered us with the towels before disappearing.

"Mister and missus Parks," I heard a soft female voice say from behind me. "Welcome to the spa! We would like you to just relax and enjoy yourselves. Before we start, I have you down for a masseur for you missus Parks, and a masseuse for you mister Parks. I also see here that you both are down for platinum level care. Do either of you have any limitations or restrictions you would like us to follow?"

"Limitations or restrictions?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. Such as no intercourse, or use of condoms, that sort of thing."

"I'm not sure. You have any limitations honey?" I asked, turning my head to look at my wife.

"I don't want to walk out leaking cum down my legs, if that's what you mean." She said in a surprisingly sharp tone.

"Trust me Missus parks. We would never let a client leave that way. We always clean up after ourselves. Miss Evelyn made a note that this is your first ever couples massage and that we should give you the full experience."

"What exactly does that mean?" my wife asked.

"Just that you are free to touch us back and encourage anything that you find pleasurable. Since you have already expressed concern about walking out with cum leaking, can I assume you are amenable to Thomas massaging you internally?"

"If that means fucking me, what the hell, why not? If he can get me turned on I suppose he can." My wife muttered. I could almost hear her roll her eyes as she shook her head in a move I was well familiar with. I usually saw it when I was trying to coax her to have sex when she really wasn't interested.

"Are either of you allergic to anything in particular? Latex, any certain oils?"

"Not that I know of." My wife answered for both of us.

"Excellent. Then let's get started. Just enjoy," she said.

I felt a set of petite hands touch my leg and then warm oil being dribbled over my legs. Her hands began to massage up and down my legs, working her thumbs into my muscles and finding knots that I didn't even know I had. She continued to work her hands up and down my legs for long minutes before moving around the table to my head. I was looking at my wife and saw her masseur move to the front of her table as well, his dick rock hard. With her laying with her face looking down through the little pillow face rest, I wondered if she could even see his dick. It was answered for me a moment later as he stepped closer to the table, his hardon sliding under the face pillow.

"Oh my," I heard her gasp as his dick stuck right under her face. He pushed the towel down her body until it was bunched up over her butt cheeks, and began to massage her back. His motions moved his dick in and out from beneath the face rest, and her face. A few times I thought I saw his engorged mushroom head lift high enough to even bump against her face. Suddenly her hand moved from beside her and captured his dick. She held it, as he rubbed her back and shoulders, his motion making it slide in and out of her grasp right below her face.

I lay still, letting the young lady massage my back with her oily hands while I watched as my wife being massaged. As he worked her back, my wife moved his dick closer and closer to her face, tilting it up slightly until his fat head finally disappearing up into the gap of the face rest. There was only one place for it to go from there. His sudden stop of motion pretty much told me exactly where his head was. He held himself there for long seconds before he pulled back again, sliding his hands up my wife's back. He leaned toward her, rubbing all the way down to her butt, but letting his dick slip through her hand and into her mouth again.

"I think we should roll you over now," the young lady that was massaging my back said softly.

"Sure," I answered without knowing much about how she looked, other than she was slender, well-tanned, had a sexy, almost teenage, looking, shaved pussy.

She pulled the towel off of me completely and I rolled onto my back, getting a look at the masseuse for the first time. She was indeed slender, almost petite, and young, maybe twenty-two or so? Her evenly tanned body sported modest-sized breasts that were easily a full handful, but were, at the same time, clearly firm enough not to need a bra to hold their shape. She had short-cropped blond hair that was in tight little ringlets around her face. "Let's start with your chest," she said with a smile, climbing onto the table as my wife rolled over onto her back.

The young masseuse sat astride me, her knees on either side of my hips, my rock hard cock, pressed between us. I could feel the heat of her tight little pussy lips pushing against the bottom side of my shaft, my engorged head sticking out from between her legs. She reached to a bottle sitting on a little rolling table next to my table and squirted the oil all over my chest and then, to my surprise, squirted almost as much on her own chest. She set the bottle aside and lay down on me, pressing her firm boobs against me. I could feel her hard nipples press into my skin as she began to move herself around on me, using her tits to massage my chest. She wiggled and slid her body on mine, rugging her tits as far down as my dick and as far up as just below my chin.

I glanced over at Jennifer, seeing her with her hands over her head, holding the masseur's dick, as his hands worked over and around her tits, massaging them and teasing her rock-hard nipples. I closed my eyes a moment, took a deep breath and then turned back to look at my own little masseuse. I knew exactly what that kind of massage on my wife's breasts was going to lead to. Hell, I'd used that to my advantage for years. If she had any interest in sex at all, sucking and massaging her tits was almost a guaranteed way to get her to have sex with me. For her, there was a definite connection between her pussy and her nipples. After the kind of massaging they were getting, I doubted that she'd turn down a hard cock in her pussy. I looked down at my little masseuse as she stood up on the table and turned around. She lowered herself down again, facing my feet and let her tits settle on either side of my dick. She pushed back toward me, rubbing her tits along my hardon as she pushed her pussy right in front of my face.

"Feel free," she said quietly

I took that to mean that I was free to lick her pussy, if I could. She kept sliding it away from me, almost teasing me by pushing it into my face for just a few seconds and then sliding down my body, dragging her tits over my dick and thighs.

"Oh fuck," my wife grunted, drawing my attention back to her again. I could see Thomas standing next to her, his dick in her hand, and his right hand on one of her tits, the other between her legs. "Ohhhhhh fuck," she groaned as he pushed two fingers into her.

"Come, on honey. Pay attention over here. My pussy is getting lonely!" my masseuse said as she slid her pussy back toward my face. "Or don't you enjoy licking pussy?"

"Trust me, I do," I answered looking back to the sexy pussy inches from my face. I reached for her hips and pulled her to me, reaching out with my tongue to stroke up her wet lips.

"Ohhhh yes. Much better," she cooed softly before I felt her mouth engulf my dick. She began to stroke and lick and suck me while I licked and teased her lips, dipping my tongue between her tight, little lips as deeply as I could. I could hear my wife moaning and gasping softly as Thomas did whatever he was doing to her, but with my masseuses butt in my face, I couldn't really see what he was doing.

As the mouth slid up and down my shaft I felt myself growing closer and closer to climax, my hips trying to push up at her face. To say she was damn good at sucking cock would be an understatement. She wasn't good, she was fucking fantastic, and was going to get me off so much faster than I thought was possible. "Oh god. Gonna come," I groaned into her tight little pussy lips. "OH SHIT!" I grunted as I felt pressure around the base of my cock, her hand squeezing the base my shaft almost painfully, but not quite, as she pushed the base of my cock toward my pelvis.

"Can't have that yet~" my masseuse cooed as she pulled her face off my dick. She held me tightly for several seconds and then pulled her pussy from my face. She turned herself around without climbing off the table and positioned her pussy over my dick. "You wanna have a chance to put that into me, don't you?"

"Oh yeah," I breathed as she lowered her pussy to my dick and began to grind herself against me. I could feel her pussy lips spread around my shaft as she worked her hips back and forth again, this time dragging her wet slit all the way up to and over my engorged head.

"Why don't you play with my tits?" she whispered, looking down at me from only a foot and a half or so away from mine. "I like feeling my nipples being teased."

"You do?" I asked just before I heard my wife cry out in pleasure. I looked over and saw her jerking and shuddering in a massive orgasm, her pussy spraying her juices into the air as Thomas continued to almost frantically plunge his fingers in and out between her spread legs.

"Mmmmmmm. He's so good at making women climax, isn't he?" my masseuse asked softly. "Don't worry. He's not done yet. I bet she comes at least one more time."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Last time Thomas and I played he made me come three times in half an hour. You wanna try that? Make me come three times? I'm pretty damn close right now. I bet if you licked me just a little more I'd come on your face. Do you want me to come on your face? Let my sweet, young pussy climax right on your soft tongue?"

"I wouldn't mind," I breathed, picturing her teenage-looking pussy in front of my face. She grinned down at me and crawled up the table until she was upright on her knees, looking down at me. She spread her knees as far as the table would allow, and lowered her pussy to my mouth. She moved one of her hands to one of her own nipples, and the other down between her legs, her fingers nearly touching my face. She used her fingers to spread her lips apart, sticking her clit out from between her tight, little lips so that I could get to it more easily.

I reached out with my tongue and flicked over and around her hard nub, bringing a soft moan from her lips. "Oh yes. That's it. Make me come. Make my hot little pussy squirt all over your face," she moaned as I flicked across her clit. It didn't take too many licks across her sensitive clitoris before her legs began to tremble as she tried to hold her hips still. She clearly wanted to grind herself on my face, but was working hard to hold herself still so I could continue to lick her clit. "Oh yes. Ohhhhhh yes. Ohhhhhhh god. Gonna come. Gonna COME!" the young woman squealed as her body suddenly jerked and her juices squirted out all over my face. Three times her body spasmed, wetting my face with her copious flow until it was running down around my neck and even some through my short cropped hair. She looked down at me lustfully before pulling her pussy from my face and backing down my body, pulling from my face. "Now l wanna feel you in me. I wanna feel your fat cock fucking me," she whispered as she worked her knees back down alongside my body.

She moved back until she could lift my cock up and aim it at her pussy. She rubbed my already slick head around a moment and then slowly pushed herself down on my shaft.

"Oh damn, you're tight," I groaned in pleasure as she forced herself down my shaft.

"Maybe, but you're so fucking big inside me," she moaned. "Your wife is so lucky."

The mention of my wife made me look over at her. Thomas had shifted her to the end of the table and was standing with both her stuck high in the air, her calves pressed together to his cheeks as he reached around her legs to get his hands to her big soft tits. He was squeezing and playing with her soft mounds while he stroked his cock in and out of her pussy. The look on her face was pure ecstasy, her hands holding the edge of the table in a death grip as her body trembled and she gasped for breath. I'd seen that look many times over the years, and I knew that she was about to have another massive climax. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous of what Thomas was about to enjoy before that thought was pushed away and my attention drawn back to the young woman on my lap by the sensation of her starting to lift and lower herself on my shaft.