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A Great Massage 2 [part 2 of 4]
By: potrock213 (potrock213@yahoo.coom)You probably will benefit by reading A Great Massage 1
When I rose from my chair and turned to go through the French doors into the house Jean was still standing nude in the doorway. Recado, the black chauffer was standing on the other side of the door waiting to come out onto the veranda. As I started to follow Jean toward the bedroon Recardo steped out of Jean’s way all the time admiring my beautiful 21 year old white and very nude wife.
I walked behind Jean watching her beartiful skinny ass as she walked. She began to go up the spiral staircase several steps in front of me. I could make out her pussy lips from my position behind her.
She quickly walked through the bedroom door and spread herself out on her back on the giant bed. I quickly tore off my clothes and positioned myself on top of her missionary style. She was so wet. Her lips were so open. I didn’t know what had gotten her this way and I didn’t care. We both came to simultaneous climaxes in less than five minutes.
I rolled over and held Jean.
He kissed me Jean said.
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Juan kissed me.
What?
Juan kissed me down there.
What?
After he shaved me down there, Juan…..kissed ….my…pussy.
I was not comprehending what my beautiful 21 year old bride of only three weeks was telling me.
After giving me a massage and shaving me Juan bent down and kissed my pussy sucking on my clit and putting his tongue in me as if he were french kissing my face.
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When he kissed my pussy I could not control myself. I forced my pussy against his mouth with all the strength of my arms and legs. I actually think I had a climax.
I didn’t know what to think or how to react, but I did know that what Jean was saying was making my dick hard again and she could feel it pushing against her belly.
Am I bad, Michael?
I didn’t answer, I just entered her again and we both quit talking for the next 20 to 30 minutes. I had this image in my mind’s eye of my beautiful wife having her pussy being eaten and her writhing with pleasure with an incredible climax.
After we finished no more was said. It would have to be sorted out but our emotions were too constricted/confused or whatever to talk about it just now.
I dressed and went back down and back to work.
After and hour or so Jean came back down to the veranda. When she walked out to join us my client told Jean that he had asked his driver Recardo take Jean into Soharto to do some shopping. He said to buy whatever she wanted and he would pay for all. Jean thanked him saying that she especially needed a swimsuit.
Jean and Recardo stopped at a little shotgun boutique. Jean had never in her life had a blank check to shop for watever clothes she wanted. She piled up a stack of things to try on. Then she realized there was no real changing room, just a partition at the back to step behind. She stepped behind the partition.
She took off the jeans she was wearing and the top and bra so she could try on the new clothes. With the first piece she realized the sizing was not what it was in the States. Everything was too big. She called for Recardo asking him to take what she had and try to get all the same items in two sizes smaller. Recardo walked back and around the partition. Jean covered her naked breasts with one arm while she handed the items piece by piece to Recardo. She considered that her partial nudity should not really matter since Recardo had seen her completely naked and excited when she had come back into the house from the veranda. She became more relaxed as Recardo brought back piece of clothing after another and no longer covered her breasts.
Then Recardo brought Jean a thong bikini. As Recardo watched she tried on the tiny bottoms over her lace panties. This looked rediculous. She took off the bikini bottoms. Without a word to Recardo she hooked her hands in her panties and pulled them off and steped out of them. Slowly she slid the bikini panties up her legs. They were too big. She slid them down and off. She handed them to Recardo and asked him to find another smaller pair just like them. After Recardo went to the front of the store Jean looked at her nude self in the large mirror on the wall. She liked everything she saw, especially her shaved pussy.
Recardo returned but the suit he brought was not the same as what she had. She walked to the corner of the partition and saw that the only other person in the store was the young son of the owner. His mother had gone to get lunch. Jean walked nude toward the bikinis toward the front of the store. Recardo followed watching her beautiful nude ass as she walked. The young man at the counter stood up with shock on his face. There were a lot to choose from. Jean took her time sorting out just what she wanted.
Recardo and the young man just watched in amazement as the beautiful young nude white girl pulled one then another suit from the rack until she was happy with what she held.
Sitting in the back of the Rolls on the way back Jean kept pulling out each piece of clothing she had bought again and again. She was so happy. This little country girl was on top of the world.
Once back Jean couldn’t get up to our room fast enoung. That little girl tried on everey piece of clothing she bought that day at least ten times. She had never had anything and now not only did she have somethig but she was somebody.
Our host, my client was overwhelmed by her. For evening dinner, just because of her he planed a festival on the private beach in front of his mansion.
We were roasting a whole pig and a quarter side of beaf right there on the beach. My work with him had become secondary to his intent to please my young wife.
Under a clear sky we had a band or maybe you could have called it an orchestra. We had nude male and female dancers. To eat we had beef, pork, oresters, scallops, prime rib and Black Sea cavior.
But the real surprise was especially for Jean. In the short time my client had known Jean he had had a special belly chain designed and made for my lovelly bride. It was twenty four carrot gold with diamonds and rubies interspaced and he had it delivered to her on the stroke of midnight by a carrob priest on his hands and knees.
Do you know what it is and what to do with it? He asked Jean.
She took the jewel from her lap where it lay and went into the house and within a few minutes to the orchestras’ accompanyment of Pachobel’s Cannon in D Jean returned barefoot wearing nothing but the jeweled belly chain she had just been adorned with.
