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Rebecca tucked a strand of hair into her French twist for the umpteenth time as she said, "You are sweet to say so, my love, but I fear that our host will find me too plain." "Nonsense," he replied. "You are the most stunningly beautiful woman ever to grace his house." "And you've been there so often?" she teased. "You know I haven't," said Conrad. "But I don't need to know or to have seen the other women there to still be absolutely certain that you are the most ravishing." "You're biased," she said. They rode in the back seat of their host's luxurious Maybach limousine, the fragrance of the leather seats mingled with Rebecca's soft perfume. She was dressed in a pale yellow silk dress and in the sunset's glow, he could make out the outline of her breasts beneath it. He had helped her dress and knew that she was naked beneath the gown. She had protested - somewhat - but he reminded her that their host had been very clear on that point. "How many others will be there?" she asked. "It's my understanding that you will be the only woman, but there will be four or five of Randolph's close friends present." Rebecca and Conrad had been married for nearly 25 years and were still deeply in love. He was 10 years older than she and inordinately proud of her beauty, grace, intelligence, and most of all, her sense of adventure. They were both successful physicians - he a psychiatrist, she a pediatrician - but had never had children of their own. As a result, they were devoted to each other and were each other's soul-mates. They had met Randolph on a cruise to Alaska a few months before when he had been seated at their table for dinner. They learned that he was the scion of a wealthy family from Maryland. He had been widowed about a decade before and had not, it seemed, found anyone to replace his beloved Abigail. He was cultured, literate, well-traveled - and thoroughly charming. At around 60 (they guessed), he was still handsome and fit, although his hair had become mostly silver. He dressed immaculately and proved to be a superb dancer, as he demonstrated by taking Rebecca to the floor as the ship's orchestra played a series of waltzes, foxtrots, and tangos. They dined together at every meal thereafter on the cruise and found that they shared similar interests in music, art and literature. He had charmed them both and they had exchanged addresses and telephone numbers when the cruise ended in Vancouver. A couple of months went by as they resumed their routines at their university and they were absorbed in their work and their scholarly lives. So it had been a bit startling when they had received an invitation to join Randolph for dinner at his club in downtown Baltimore. As it happened, they were both free that evening and accepted. The dinner was delightful - osetra caviar, chateaubriand, baked Alaska, accompanied by Cristal champagne and a Chateau Petrus pomerol. As the coffee was served, Randolph cleared his throat and said, "I find the two of you fascinating and have a sense that under the right circumstances - that is to say, in safe surroundings - you might be willing to shed inhibitions. Am I right?" They looked at each other, then at him, and Conrad nodded. "Under the right circumstances. Emphasis on safe surroundings and conditions." "Understood perfectly," said Randolph. "I'd like to invite you to my home to meet a few of my close and like-minded friends. I can promise you an evening that will exceed your expectations." "We'd enjoy that very much," Rebecca replied for both of them. "Fine," said Randolph. "I'll send you an invitation along with some instructions." True to his word, an elegantly handwritten invitation had arrived a few days later for a formal evening at Randolph's estate on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. He would send a limousine to pick them up and suggested that since the drive was a bit long, they might wish to bring a change of clothes for their return the following day. The attire was black-tie for Conrad, only a simple but elegant gown for Rebecca. They had debated for a while on what the significance of the underlined word was, but it was Rebecca who had concluded that she was quite sure that it meant a gown, slippers, and nothing else. That had left Conrad a bit apprehensive, but excited, too. Thus they found themselves in the back seat of an elegant sedan cruising across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, their overnight bag in the trunk of the car. Conrad looked elegant in his black tie and he was overwhelmed as always by how radiant his wife looked in her silk gown. The knowledge that she had nothing on beneath it aroused him, and he squeezed her hand, as much to reassure himself as her. Shortly they arrived at Randolph's house, an elegant Georgian style with lovely gardens and a manicured lawn leading down to a tributary of the bay. Their host greeted them warmly at the door with an exchange of a hearty handshake with Conrad and a close hug for Rebecca. "I'm delighted that you could come this evening. I hope you'll enjoy yourselves thoroughly. Come and meet my other guests." Randolph walked them into the large living room and introduced them to two men of an age, bearing, and elegance close to his own. Conrad looked around and was not surprised by the fact that Rebecca was the only woman present. "These fellows and I have been friends since we were in school at Exeter some years ago. Each of has done well but we have all lost our wives along the way and none of us has remarried. We enjoy each other's company from time to time. You'll have to forgive us the formal attire, but we find it helps keep us civilized," he said, with a broad smile. The butler appeared at that moment with a silver tray with Champagne. When everyone had taken a glass, Randolph raised his and offered a toast. "To old friends and new. To good times. And to complete discretion." "Hear, hear," the others replied. Randolph took Rebecca on a tour of the first floor of the house. It was decorated in understated but clearly expensive taste and meant to show off the views of the Chesapeake. Conrad looked down to the dock that was barely visible in the gathering twilight. "You have a boat?" he asked. "Yes, but at the moment it's on its way to the Caribbean for the winter. I expect to go down in the fall. If your schedule permits, I'd be delighted for you to join me." "Marvelous," said Conrad. "We love to sail." Eventually they found themselves back in the living room where the others were deep in conversation. "No politics, gentlemen!" Randolph cried. "You know that's off limits on these evenings." They all smiled, nodded, and incorporated Rebecca and Conrad into their discussion of careers, children, opera, theater. The men were completely captivated by Rebecca and could hardly take their eyes off her. Conrad understood completely. At 45, she was still turning heads of men half her age. She was of medium height and fairly slender, with a graceful neck, blonde hair with streaks of silver, and vivid green eyes. One of the men asked her whether she had had them colored or if she wore green contacts. Her laugh was the one that never failed to bring a smile to Conrad's face. "No," she said, "just the natural me." "The natural you promises to be wondrous indeed," murmured one of the men. Rebecca blushed. The dinner was marvelous. Afterwards they sat on the veranda overlooking the bay and the talk turned to athletic activities. Rebecca acknowledged that her favorite sport was tennis - "at least," she said, "my favorite clothed sport." "Do you get to play often?" she was asked. "Once or twice a week," she replied. "But I'm afraid right now my muscles are too sore for me to be much of a threat." "Ah," said Randolph. "My man Arthur is a professional masseur. He would be delighted to work the kinks out for you." Conrad immediately sensed a heightening of the hitherto subdued sexual tension among them all. "And Thomas and William have been hoping to take some lessons from him." Thomas and William nodded emphatically. "Would you be a willing subject? I assure you the experience will leave you completely relaxed and thoroughly refreshed." Rebecca and Conrad looked at each other. Through their expressions, each indicated to the other that they were fairly certain they knew where this was headed. Conrad lifted an eyebrow slightly, asking her silently if she was willing and at the same time indicating both that it was okay with him and that he would be there to make sure that nothing happened she didn't want to have happen. Randolph had been looking from one to the other and thought that he was reading the silent communication between them correctly. "I have a room that will serve very well upstairs," he said. "May I show you the way?" Rebecca rose and took his hand. "Give us a few minutes, gentlemen. Then you may join us upstairs." "Randolph is such a thoughtful host, don't you think?" William asked Conrad. Conrad, his mouth dry, could only nod in agreement. Randolph led Rebecca upstairs to a large room that was sparsely furnished. There were a bar and several stools. A large mirror filled one wall, and a comfortable looking couch occupied another wall. In the center of the room stood a substantial-looking massage table, already covered with linen. On another wall were floor to ceiling windows that, in daylight, would afford a wonderful view of the bay and the marsh. "I assume I am to be nude for this massage," said Rebecca. "As you wish, my dear," replied Randolph, "but I assure you that whatever you choose, Arthur's touch is magical. Are there any particular areas you'd like him to concentrate on?" "The usual ones, I suppose," she said. "My neck and shoulders always get tense from work, and my thighs and butt from playing tennis." "I'll let him know," said Randolph. At that moment they were joined by the other men, led up the stairs by William. "Conrad," said Randolph, "would you like to assist Rebecca while I make sure everyone is comfortable? And I'll let Arthur know that it's time for him to demonstrate his remarkable skills." Conrad went over to his wife who was standing by the massage table. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, too," she replied. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" "Perfectly," he said. "I'll be right here and anytime you're ready for me to ring down the curtain, you have only to say so." Randolph returned at that moment and overheard the last exchange. "That is definitely the case, my dear," he said. "All you need to do to have anything that's happening to stop is to hold up your hand with your fingers crossed." She nodded, and then nodded again at Conrad. "I'm ready," she said. He turned her around so that she faced away from the seated men, then reached down to the hem of her dress and lifted it up and over her head. Randolph had a hangar waiting for it. There was a sharp intake of breath as the men saw - from behind, at least - her flawless body and long shapely legs. Conrad then helped her up onto the massage table. As he did so, he noticed that it was an unusual table. The top part of it was normal, with a headrest, but the lower half was divided down the center and the legs were inserted into rollers on a track that was semicircular. "Is the room temperature okay for you, Rebecca?" asked Randolph. "It seems a bit cool," she replied. "Very well, I'll make it a bit warmer. You can't enjoy a massage if you're chilly." At that moment, Arthur appeared. He was a tall, handsome older black man with a runner's build. His dark skin glistened in the dimmed lights of the room as he was clad in only a loincloth held in place by an elastic belt around his back. His buttocks were bare. Lying face down on the massage table, Rebecca was unaware of this, but Conrad certainly was and he was certain that she would become aware of it as well in due course. In his deep Caribbean-tinged baritone, Arthur introduced himself to her and asked if there were any particular areas that he should avoid or any medical conditions he needed to know about. She shook her head no. "If at any time I'm doing anything that makes you uncomfortable," he said, " you know how to let me know. Right?" "Right," she said in a husky voice. The room had warmed up noticeably and Randolph took off his tuxedo jacket and his tie and nodded to his guests that they were free to do the same. They all followed his lead. Randolph then dimmed the lights in the periphery of the room, but left the lights over the massage table somewhat brighter. The jasmine-scented candles (her favorite fragrance, Conrad noted - how had Randolph known that?) added an additional warm touch to the room and the soft sounds of Kitaro filled the room from unseen speakers. No words were spoken as they all watched Arthur begin to work his magic on Rebecca's nude body. He began by standing at the head of the table and placing his large hands simply placed on her shoulders and her back. He kept them there for several moments before moving to her waist, then leaning far over her to place them on her buttocks. As he leaned over her, his groin was pressed against the top of her head and she could feel - or thought she could feel - his semi-hardness pressed against her. Whether she did or not, there was no doubt at all that she was aware of his masculine scent. She had always found fragrance to be either very stimulating if it was the right kind, or extremely off-putting if it was a sour, unwashed smell. Arthur's scent was clean but definitely masculine, and she responded as she always did - by getting wet. She hoped no one was able to notice that - at least not yet. Having warmed her skin and gotten her used to his touch, Arthur then got his oil, which he kept in pockets around the side of the table, always within easy reach. He began slowly working on her neck and her shoulders, eliciting groans of pleasure from her. "Too deep?" he asked. "No, not at all. It feels wonderful," came the reply. As he continued his ministrations, she sank into a kind of trance in which she was aware of only the two of them in the room. The others, however, were keenly aware of what was taking place before them - the tall, athletic black man and the beautiful nude woman who was the subject of his efforts. The room seemed to become warmer, and Randolph carefully and quietly removed his tuxedo shirt, nodding to the others that it was okay to do the same. They quietly did so and shortly there were four t-shirts that went the same way as their tux shirts. Conrad glanced sideways at his companions and saw that although the youngest of them must be at least in his mid-40s, they were all in excellent shape. By now Arthur had satisfied himself that the kinks in Rebecca's neck were mostly gone, and he moved to her shoulders, then down her arms to her hands. He sat on a stool beside the table and rested her hand in his lap as he worked on her forearms. It was then that she became aware that he had on only a loincloth. The others could easily see that her hand was resting very comfortably in his groin. After finishing the other arm, he moved on to her feet and her lower legs and then to her waist. The other men had by now - following Randolph's lead - rid themselves of shoes, socks, and trousers and remained clad only in their boxers. Arthur looked up from his work at his employer with a questioning look, and Randolph nodded. Arthur doffed his loincloth and stood beside Rebecca now completely nude. Her hands were by her side, so that when he stepped back to the table to continue his work on her waist and sides, his semi-erect penis and large pendulous testicles rested against her hand. The men in the room could see this clearly and wondered how she would react. Conrad knew already, though, and then smiled to himself as she did what he knew she would - she didn't move her hand away and, in fact, gently cradled his balls in her palm. He then turned his attention to her gorgeous buttocks - her finest feature, Conrad often thought - and began kneading them with a circular motion, reaching down to the crease formed by her butt and the top of her thighs. As his hands moved outward from that point, her tight pink anus was exposed to the view of the men at the foot of the table. She was keenly aware of being exposed in this manner, but rather than being embarrassed, she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation - and the increased wetness she could feel forming in her vagina. By now all the men in the room were as naked as Rebecca was and in various states of visible arousal. After Arthur had ministered to her buttocks in this manner for a time, Randolph went over and murmured something in Conrad' ear. Conrad thought for a moment or two, then nodded. He left his barstool and walked up to the side of the table opposite Arthur. Arthur looked up at him and raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question. Conrad nodded, then placed his hands on his wife's ass and spread her cheeks, exposing her delicate anus completely. Arthur took some lubricant from another container and began circling her anus with his index finger. Rebecca was unable to keep her hips still, and she began moving them back and forth, almost reflexively. Arthur's large index finger now slipped in to the first, then the second knuckle, then all the way. Although no one could see what motion his finger was engaged in while buried in her, the effect was noticeable and she pushed her buttocks back pressing against his hand. Conrad kept her buttocks spread wide apart as Arthur slowly withdrew his finger, provoking a whimper from Rebecca. He then applied more lube and began again, this time with his larger middle finger. When he had withdrawn it, he carefully and gently inserted both his index and middle fingers all the way to the hilt. He looked up at Conrad and smiled appreciatively, his white teeth showing plainly in his dark face. Now Conrad was to learn exactly what the massage table's special features were - or at least some of them. As Arthur withdrew his fingers for the last time and took a moment to wash his hands, Randolph pointed a device that looked for all the world like a remote controller for a television. As he pressed a button, the two halves of the lower portion of the table slowly moved apart, spreading Rebecca's thighs wide and showing her swollen labia to her admiring audience. "I think you could rejoin us over here, Conrad," said Randolph. Beads of sweat stood out on Conrad' forehead as he moved back over to the bar and accepted the glass of wine that William offered. Arthur now moved to the V between Rebecca's legs to begin massaging her thighs. He began at the knees and worked his way slowly up. Unfortunately for his audience, he was now between them and most of Rebecca (certainly the areas of greatest interest) and they were unable to see either what he was doing or the effect that it had on his subject. Randolph's remote solved that problem, illuminating three flat-screen HD TVs on the wall to their right. The first was from a camera located directly overhead looking down on her and Arthur. The other two were from cameras mounted on the sides of the table and looking directly at their junction. All three could be zoomed in for much closer views, and the HD produced a sharp and vivid image. The men were therefore treated to the sight of Arthur's large hands working their way up Rebecca's thighs on one screen and of her pussy in all its wet glory on the other two screens. Occasionally the view of one of the leg cameras was obstructed by Arthur's large semi-erect cock as he leaned forward in his massage. Conrad noticed that the others' gaze was riveted to the screen that displayed the close-up of his wife's beautiful pussy. He could certainly relate to that! "It occurs to me, gentlemen, that the scent of the candles may be obscuring a much more sensuous fragrance," observed Randolph. "With your concurrence, I'm going to put the candles out so that we can all appreciate what is being offered. I expect Conrad will agree that it is a truly memorable and very stimulating perfume." "From long and cherished experience, Randolph," said Conrad, "I can tell you that there is none more desirable." If Rebecca heard any of this conversation, she did not respond as though she had. All her senses seemed to be focused on the large hands working over her lower body. "William, you and Thomas wanted some pointers from Arthur about the finer points of massage," said Randolph. "Perhaps you should join him on either side of Rebecca and allow him to provide some instruction. And Conrad, you and I could provide whatever assistance they require." The four men moved up to places beside Rebecca, all of them now either partially or fully erect. Arthur began showing them the special techniques required for working the muscles of the shoulder blades. Since he hadn't changed positions, this brought his hard cock into direct contact with Rebecca's wet labia. She pushed herself backward a bit to enhance the contact, but Arthur's actions suggested that he was not about to penetrate her. Rebecca lay their now with ten hands touching, kneading, massaging, and caressing every surface of her back and sides. Conrad heard her whimper and knew what she needed. Moving Arthur's cock slightly to one side, he slid his finger down onto her clitoris and began massaging it. Her moans became louder and more intense and the men were treated to a full-blown orgasm. "May I try that?" asked Randolph. "Please," replied Conrad. One man's finger replaced the other and resumed the caress, producing shortly the same result. Each of the men took turns massaging her clit or reaching inside her to her g-spot until she was cumming continuously, her hips moving up and down and her buttocks alternately clenching and relaxing. "I love it when she gets to this stage," said Conrad. "Yah, mon!" said Arthur. END [This is based on an actual experience. If readers have enjoyed the story thus far and want to know what happened next, please email me at chocaholicus@hotmail.com.] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 55