PART FIVE: THE LAST STRAW – THE ‘+ + + MASSAGE’
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
Continued from PART FOUR: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7507…
After nearly two years of enjoying his and her massages once or twice a week as a form of foreplay, it came time for Susan and me to relocate back to the USA. One of my co-workers threw a farewell party for us.
Susan was usually not much of a drinker, EXCEPT when she went to a party. If a party was involved, she nearly always got thoroughly blotto. Our farewell party was no exception.
Before the party was even half-way over, Susan was in ‘one of those moods.’ She took me aside and said she wanted to schedule a massage for the two of us. I thought she meant she wanted to schedule one for tomorrow and wondered why she felt it necessary to bring it up at the party. But ‘tomorrow’ is not what she had in mind. Susan wanted to schedule a massage for TONIGHT.
She said thought we could schedule a massage until pretty late at night but was concerned that our masseuses, Siti and Tiwi, didn’t work late. She wanted to call Siti before it was too late. She wanted to see if we could schedule massages for late that night – after the party.
Susan then disappeared out to the front yard where it was quiet so she could place this urgent phone call to Siti.
A few minutes later Susan returned and found me in the maelstrom of our farewell party. She got in close and discreetly informed me that she had successfully contacted Siti and scheduled our ‘his and her massages.’ Susan reported that Siti promised to round up Tiwi and they would both show up at our house at 1 AM.
Naturally, I assumed there would be a hefty surcharge for such a late night house call.
Susan winked at me and, since she was already drunk, briefly grabbed my pecker through my pants before disappearing back into the party. One of my feminine co-workers and her husband with whom I had been chatting laughed and commented that it seemed Susan had made plans for me later that evening.
I just said, “I really like it when she drinks too many margaritas.”
My co-worker’s husband immediately offered to get his wife another drink, took her glass and went to refill it.
“Looks like Arvin is making plans for you too,” I told my coworker.
She blushed but said, “that’s OK with me.”
Our farewell party took place in our neighborhood, very near our home. It was only about a 5 minute walk back to our house. When we left the party around 12:50 AM, we returned home the way we had arrived – we walked. As we approached our place, I could already see Siti and Tiwik standing in the darkness outside our front gate.
Susan gave Siti a awkwardly long hug as soon as we arrived in front of our home. .
I explained to Siti, “Kami baru dari pesta. Dia mabuk sekali.” (We just came from a party. She’s very drunk.)
Siti and Tiwi both had a good giggle over that.
Susan objected, “I’m not drunk! … well … OK, maybe a little.”
Once inside, after disrobing and climbing into bed for our massages, Susan informed Siti and Tiwi that we would soon be moving back to America. Immediately after hearing that her regular customers would soon leave the country, Siti suggested that we should try the “massage + + +” which she and Tiwi only offered to their “best his and hers massage customers.”
That got both Susan’s and my attention. Susan sat up, naked in bed and I stopped disrobing (I think I was down to my boxers at that point).
“What is a “massage + + +” Susan and I both asked.
Siti only said, in surprisingly good English, “anything goes.”
Susan wasted no time in asking Siti essentially the same question all over again. She was clearly wanting some elaboration on the “anything goes” part.
“What do you mean ‘anything goes?’ What exactly is a + + + massage?” Susan asked.
Siti had reached the limit of her English and responded to Susan in Indonesian.
“Pijat + + + termasuk apa saja kamu dan suami mau. Oleh karena itu disebut ‘anything goes.’” (Massage + + + includes anything you and your husband want. That’s why it’s called ‘anything goes.’)
Tiwi chimed in, “Apa saja dan SEMUA.” (anything and EVERYTHING). She seemed to be emphasizing the ‘everything’ part of the sales pitch.
Susan got the message loud and clear. So did I.
It was immediately obvious that Susan was in favor of trying the ‘anything goes massage.’
I asked Siti and Tiwi for a brief time out so I could discuss their suggestion with Susan. Even though their English was limited, I felt better talking about this without them in the room. Siti and Tiwi stepped outside the bedroom and waited in the hallway.
As soon as they had left the bedroom, Susan breathlessly asked me what I thought about the anything goes + + + massage. I told her I thought we were just being taken advantage of because Siti and Tiwi knew we had money and wanted to get as much of it as possible before we left town.
“Besides,” I thought to myself, “what else could the Siti offer that Susan would be interested in and what more could Tiwi offer me that Susan would permit me to enjoy with Tiwi?”
But Susan couldn’t let it go. She kept hammering the same question, “But what do you THINK ‘anything goes’ really means?”
I admitted that I wasn’t sure how far Siti and Tiwi were prepared to go for whatever the extra fee was for the + + + massage, but I assumed there would be SOME limits.
Susan was determined to find out. She was DESPERATE to find out.
“Let’s do it!” Susan insisted. “It will be our last massage with them. We will never see them again. In just a few nights we will be staying at the hotel again, waiting for our flight back to Texas. Evan is at his friend’s house for a sleepover. He won’t be back until mid- to late-morning. We have the whole house to ourselves! What have we got to lose?”
“Please, let’s give the ‘anything goes massage’ a try!” Susan pleaded. “After all,” she continued, “they can’t make us do anything we don’t want to do.”
I thought it over for a moment. Evan was conveniently out of the way at a sleepover. There wasn’t much to lose. In fact, there was very little downside apart from spending a few more bucks. Plus, with Susan so inebriated, the fun of watching just how far she would go with Siti might be well worth the price of admission.
So I agreed to go along with the ‘+ + + anything goes massage.’
Susan was elated. She said she had only one rule she wanted me to follow, “Even though Siti said, ‘anything goes’ in massage + + + , and even though Tiwi said, ‘anything and everything’ is available, I don’t want you fucking Siti or Tiwi.”
“No fucking! OK, I get it!” I agreed.
As long as everything else was available, I could live with that.
No sooner than I had agreed to the ‘no fucking’ rule, Susan asked Siti and Tiwi to rejoin us.
When Susan told them we were going to have the + + + massage, Siti said that she was very pleased to hear our decision. Tiwi didn’t say anything but smiled broadly at me. Siti humbly asked for the Indonesian currency equivalent of about $250 in total for the both of them. That was only slightly more than double what we had been paying for our his and hers massages. I hesitated briefly. I was actually just mentally converting her Indonesian Rupiah price quote into US dollars to make sure I had an accurate sense of what this was going to cost us. Siti must have thought I had reservations about the price. She repeated “anything goes … Tiwi dan aku bisa tinggal sepanjang malam kalau kamu dan isteri mau.” (anything goes … Tiwi and I can stay all night long if you and your wife want.)
Bu price wasn’t my concern anyway. By Indonesian standards it was a huge amount of money for a couple of massages but I had a strong sense we were probably buying a lot more than just massages.
I told Siti I was in agreement and dropped my boxers before joining Susan in bed.
Talking and thinking about ‘+ + + anything and everything goes massages’ had already given me a boner. But I didn’t care. Siti and Tiwi had already seen my boner many times before.
Our ‘+ + + anything goes massage’ proved to be exactly as it had been advertised, “anything you want.” It turned out to be money well spent. We created a memory that still reverberates in my head even after all these years.
As soon as I had agreed the price, Siti and Tiwi briefly spoke to each other in what I assumed was Javanese, a language neither Susan nor I had mastered. After their brief exchange, they both peeled off their sarongs. Tiwi also dropped her panties. But not Siti. Siti didn’t have any panties under her sarong to drop. (This confirmed my suspicions that Susan had developed a habit of slipping her hands into Siti’s sarong “in the heat of the moment.” Panties under Siti’s sarong would have just gotten in the way.)
After stripping down to their deliciously brown, no-tan-lines, Indonesian nakedness, Siti and Tiwi both joined Susan and me in bed.
They were both prettier than I had expected. Siti was probably in her mid-30s maybe a couple of years older than Susan. Tiwi was probably no more than 26 years old. Siti had the prettier face but Tiwi, with her youth, had the tighter, sexier body.
A reasonable resemblance to Siti: https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7145
A reasonable resemblance to Tiwi: https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7146
Susan and I each opted to begin with our usual massages. But there was nothing at all ‘usual’ about the massages now that EVERYONE on the bed was completely naked. This alone changed everything.
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I found it impossible to keep my eyes off what totally naked Siti was doing to my totally naked, drunk, spread-legged wife. Susan had the same intense curiosity about how Tiwi and I getting along in our first mutually nude encounter.
Siti quickly recognized that both Susan and I were each captivated by watching what kind of sexual delicacy our spouse was receiving. To satisfy our voyeuristic needs, Siti came up with a brilliant suggestion. Instead of lying on our backs, side by side with our heads on the same end of the bed, Siti suggested that one of us flip around 180 degrees so that we would be side by side but facing each other. To improve our views, Siti stacked pillows under our heads so we could more easily see everything and moved us closer together so that, with our legs spread, each of us had one leg between the other’s legs.
Siti then took her seat beside Susan rather than her usual position between her legs and instructed Tiwi to do the same next to me. This afforded Susan an unobstructed view of what Tiwi was doing to me and allowed me a wonderfully clear view of what Siti was doing to Susan.
In my estimation, that simple innovation alone was worth a couple of hundred dollars. Susan clearly loved her view as well. Not only did our new positions give each of us a better view of the other, but they also put Siti within easy reach of Susan’s wandering hands and put all of Tiwi’s loveliness in easy reach of mine.
Susan wasted no time getting extremely handsy with Siti. Siti soon found new, more comfortable positions allowing her to massage Susan’s pink parts while Susan groped Siti hither, thither and yon. Susan seemed especially fond of Siti’s “pink yon.”
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I was enthralled at how much attention Siti was giving to Susan’s vagina. From my new vantage point, I could see why Susan had become such a fan of her ‘special massages.’ Siti started slow and easy, massaging all around Susan’s pussy at first, but gradually encroaching onto her mound before spreading her pussy lips, slipping her fingers into her delicate pink parts and massaging her heavily baby-oiled clitoris.
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Meanwhile, Tiwi was giving me the usual treatment, but instead of remaining seated beside me, she eventually she lay down alongside me. I took full advantage of her increased accessibility and let my fingers do the walking. Tiwi raised not the slightest objection. She even adjusted her position to make her pink parts more accessible.
I was soon going in three-knuckles deep into Tiwi’s increasingly moist Love Canal.
Then Tiwi shifted her position again. She seemed to be planning an oral assault on my kielbasa. Sure enough, she grabbed a towel and used it to wipe off the excess baby oil from my Oscar Mayer before diving onto me mouth first.
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I wondered whether Susan would find this objectionable, but she was too distracted by the treatment Siti was giving her to say anything. Susan definitely saw that Tiwi was now giving me a blow job, but apparently, “other than ‘no fucking,’ anything else goes.”
Siti then turned up the heat further, changing from the intense manual massage she was giving Susan to a full, squirming body-to-body massage with limitless mutual groping potential. Susan didn’t complain and embraced Siti who soon flipped around on Susan in a 69 maneuver.
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This seemed to be a signal to Tiwi that she should also move to the next level.
Tiwi ended the awesome blow job she had been giving me and, taking a seat astride me cowgirl style, began grinding her pudenda against by boner, occasionally leaning forward to give me a deep kiss. Although she seemed to offer herself for penetration, I avoided it (honoring the one rule that Susan had decreed).
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So Tiwi and I didn’t ‘fuck’ but it was almost as good as fucking.
After Tiwi’s excellent wet pussy on dick massage caused me to blow my wad, she wiped up the splooge. A few minutes later, when looking at her renewed my enthusiasm, Tiwi began giving me another blow job. But this time Tiwi got into a 69 position, making her snatch available for my viewing, groping and licking pleasure.
As I believe I mentioned before, Siti had the prettier face. Not that Tiwi’s face was ugly. It just wasn’t quite as pretty as Siti’s face. But Tiwi’s body (and especially her fine brown ass) were exquisite. To this day, remembering how I buried my face in her cute behind and delicious, pink pudenda still gives me a monumental erection.
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Glancing over at my wife, I saw that Siti was still dining at Susan’s Y but now she and Susan were still slurping away in the 69 position. Siti was evidently enjoying Susan’s oral attentions very much. I watched as Siti seemed to become momentarily distracted about who was servicing whom. Siti raised her head and emitted a silent scream. Her facial expression and shuddering made clear that Susan had just pushed Siti over her own waterfall.
“Way to go, Susan!” I thought to myself.
But I was nowhere near finished with Tiwi’s pussy. I grabbed Tiwi’s delicate brown ass and pulled her closer, holding her tightly so I could continue merrily nibbling on and licking her pink parts. Tiwi seemed to enjoy my abuse. She sometimes briefly halted my blow job while she concentrated on grinding her awesomely cute pink pudenda against my chin, mouth and tongue.
Lying on our king-sized bed in the middle of the night, 69-ing Tiwi while Susan was having wild lesbian sex beside me was as close to heaven as I had ever been.
I again reached my point of no return with Tiwi. This time Tiwi took my wad in her mouth. But, rather than swallow it, Tiwi got off me, nudged Siti aside and spit my load out onto Susan’s protected wetlands. Tiwi and Siti then collaborated on licking my splooge off Susan’s pink parts.
I just laid back and enjoyed watching Tiwi and Siti licking my splooge off my wife’s pussy. I had never seen anything like this except in porn movies. I certainly never expected to see a live, lesbian sex show like this with my wife’s pink parts and my splooge as the center of attention.
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Susan had an orgasm while Tiwi and Siti were cleaning her up. I almost had another one just watching this wonderful sex show.
One of the many things I loved about Susan was that she could squeeze off orgasms every few minutes for as long as I could keep the pressure on her.
Sure enough, Susan was soon ready for more splooge, but this time she wanted it deep inside her.
But I was not immediately ready for another round. So Siti, ever the helpful masseuse, began giving me blow job to “prime the pump.” Susan then joined Siti in providing me the encouragement I needed. Tiwi moved to Susan’s southern end while I enjoyed my first ever “double-header blow job.” I couldn’t see what Tiwi was doing to Susan, but whatever it was, it seemed to be pleasantly distracting Susan. No matter. Whenever Susan got distracted, Siti took over, deepthroating me like the pro she obviously was.
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As soon as I was ready, Susan got on top of me and we got down to the main event. Susan and I fucked with feral intensity. I had probably never banged her that hard. Siti and Tiwi remained on the bed with us, groping, stroking and licking any erogenous zones that were not otherwise occupied. I found Siti’s and Tiwi’s helping hands an extremely welcome addition to Susan’s and my love-making.
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When Susan and I were finished, we all took a break. Siti and Tiwi remained on the bed with us, joining in Susan’s and my post-coital cuddle session. A four-way post-canoodling cuddle session can get a bit confusing and tends to escalate into another round. But Susan eventually had to get up and head to the bathroom to drain some of the margaritas out of her bladder.
After Susan returned, I also left the room to drain some of the liquor I had consumed at our farewell party. When I returned to the bed, Susan was on her back again, legs spread, this time with Tiwi dining at her Y. Perhaps Tiwi was just cleaning up my splooge leaking out of Susan.
Siti turned her sights on me as I crawled back into bed and began giving me a blow job. I didn’t really need yet another blow job at this point, but Siti’s expertise soon got me into the mood. I urged her to turn around so I could return her attentions and we spent the next 15 minutes or so in my favorite mathematical position. Then Siti abruptly hopped off, turned around and straddled me in reverse cowgirl style. At first she was giving me the same wonderful, wet-pussy on dick massage that Tiwi had provided earlier. If you haven’t tried it, take it from me, his kind of abuse is at least 95% as good as fucking.
But soon Siti began to tease me, rotating her hips slightly at just the right time so that my love muscle was aimed straight into her Love Canal. Then she would lower herself a centimeter or two, allowing just the slightest but still delicious penetration. Then she would return to the slip and slide routine. Eventually, she would treat me to another round of teasing. Each subsequent round of teasing was slightly more penetrative and lasted a little bit longer than the last.
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I was a little concerned that we might be about to break Susan’s ‘no fucking’ rule. But Siti was facing Susan and kept an eye on her. So far, it seemed that Susan’s mind was fully absorbed in enjoying the oral sex Tiwi was providing her.
But during the next delicious tease, as Siti was taking my pecker a full inch or two into her vagina, she suddenly pulled up and returned to the slip and slide routine. I assumed that Siti and I might have caught my wife’s attention. I glanced over at Susan to gauge whether she had seen anything and was upset. She didn’t seem upset. Although Susan had lifted her head off the pillow, raised herself onto her elbows and was looking at Siti and me, she was entirely too drunk and too distracted by Tiwi’s on-going tongue lashing to voice any complaint about what she may have seen or thought she had seen Siti and me doing.
A few moments later, Susan lied back again and, splaying her legs as widely as possible, surrendered anew to Tiwi’s tongue lashing. Then Siti said something to Tiwi in Javanese. I didn’t understand what Siti had said, but shortly after she said it, Tiwi flipped around into 69 position on top of Susan. Susan immediately wrapped her arms around Tiwi’s ass and began eating her pussy.
With Tiwi’s pussy and ass right on her face, blocking her view of anything else and capturing her full attention, Susan would no longer be able to see what Siti and I were up to.
Now confident that her indiscretions would go unnoticed, Siti’s teases became more brazen and more delicious. With each subsequent tease, she took me deeper and deeper into her pussy, rocking up and down slightly with each penetration. Finally, she took me in balls deep … and then continued to do so repeatedly until I blew what was left of my splooge deep inside her.
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Susan was never the wiser.
It was surprising to me that I had any splooge left to blow. I had been quite busy so far that night.
From that point forward, the night proved to be a wild success. It was a fantastic team effort! Everyone stayed busy. With four naked bodies, eight hands, 40 fingers, four tongues, six fine titties, three pussies and one cock and a huge supply of baby oil, there was always something to rub, kiss, lick suck, poke or fuck and something to rub, kiss, lick suck, poke or fuck it with.
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We partied with only a few short cuddle and pee breaks until well after 4 AM. Everyone got a piece of everyone else during the course of the night.
It was delightful to behold Susan’s and Siti’s uninhibited lesbian sex. But it also made me laugh. Here was Susan, my Kansas born and raised wife, engaging in what could only be described as unrestrained lesbian sex. I remembered Susan saying in her outrage after her first massage at the hotel, “ … if someone told me that masseuse was a lesbian, I’d believe it” and how she had bristled and said, “hell no!” at the mere suggestion of ever having another massage like that.
Like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ, my Kansas wife had clearly come to the realization that she was not in Kansas anymore.
Although I was running extremely low on splooge at this point, I was not running low on enthusiasm. With Susan and Siti now busily engaged in mutual pussy humping, I decided to go for the gusto and canoodle the lovely, young Tiwi.
I stopped eating Tiwi’s pussy, and pulled myself forward on top of her, rubbing my love muscle against Tiwi’s wet pinkness until my fresh boner was knocking on heaven’s door.
Tiwi looked a little bit surprised. Although she had watched me fuck Siti, I had never fucked Tiwi before. But when I proceeded to penetrate her, she did not object. Tiwi smiled, lay back and spread a wider as she put her arms around me and pulled me in closer for some hot kissing as we fucked.
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She was so tight and lovely.
Siti and Tiwi stayed and slept with us until well after sunrise.
In addition to paying them what we had agreed, I gave them an immensely generous allowance for ‘taxi money’ to cover their travel expenses to whatever they called home.
Susan was hung over for a couple of days after that night.
She admitted that it was fun … “at the time.” But her Kansas background was weighing heavily on her. She later said she regretted the evening.
But I didn’t regret it. Not a bit.
She begged me not to ever tell anyone about our wild night or what she had done.
I haven’t told anyone. Not a soul.
After nearly two years of enjoying his and her massages once or twice a week as a form of foreplay, it came time for Susan and me to relocate back to the USA. One of my co-workers threw a farewell party for us.
Susan was usually not much of a drinker, EXCEPT when she went to a party. If a party was involved, she nearly always got thoroughly blotto. Our farewell party was no exception.
Before the party was even half-way over, Susan was in ‘one of those moods.’ She took me aside and said she wanted to schedule a massage for the two of us. I thought she meant she wanted to schedule one for tomorrow and wondered why she felt it necessary to bring it up at the party. But ‘tomorrow’ is not what she had in mind. Susan wanted to schedule a massage for TONIGHT.
She said thought we could schedule a massage until pretty late at night but was concerned that our masseuses, Siti and Tiwi, didn’t work late. She wanted to call Siti before it was too late. She wanted to see if we could schedule massages for late that night – after the party.
Susan then disappeared out to the front yard where it was quiet so she could place this urgent phone call to Siti.
A few minutes later Susan returned and found me in the maelstrom of our farewell party. She got in close and discreetly informed me that she had successfully contacted Siti and scheduled our ‘his and her massages.’ Susan reported that Siti promised to round up Tiwi and they would both show up at our house at 1 AM.
Naturally, I assumed there would be a hefty surcharge for such a late night house call.
Susan winked at me and, since she was already drunk, briefly grabbed my pecker through my pants before disappearing back into the party. One of my feminine co-workers and her husband with whom I had been chatting laughed and commented that it seemed Susan had made plans for me later that evening.
I just said, “I really like it when she drinks too many margaritas.”
My co-worker’s husband immediately offered to get his wife another drink, took her glass and went to refill it.
“Looks like Arvin is making plans for you too,” I told my coworker.
She blushed but said, “that’s OK with me.”
Our farewell party took place in our neighborhood, very near our home. It was only about a 5 minute walk back to our house. When we left the party around 12:50 AM, we returned home the way we had arrived – we walked. As we approached our place, I could already see Siti and Tiwik standing in the darkness outside our front gate.
Susan gave Siti a awkwardly long hug as soon as we arrived in front of our home. .
I explained to Siti, “Kami baru dari pesta. Dia mabuk sekali.” (We just came from a party. She’s very drunk.)
Siti and Tiwi both had a good giggle over that.
Susan objected, “I’m not drunk! … well … OK, maybe a little.”
Once inside, after disrobing and climbing into bed for our massages, Susan informed Siti and Tiwi that we would soon be moving back to America. Immediately after hearing that her regular customers would soon leave the country, Siti suggested that we should try the “massage + + +” which she and Tiwi only offered to their “best his and hers massage customers.”
That got both Susan’s and my attention. Susan sat up, naked in bed and I stopped disrobing (I think I was down to my boxers at that point).
“What is a “massage + + +” Susan and I both asked.
Siti only said, in surprisingly good English, “anything goes.”
Susan wasted no time in asking Siti essentially the same question all over again. She was clearly wanting some elaboration on the “anything goes” part.
“What do you mean ‘anything goes?’ What exactly is a + + + massage?” Susan asked.
Siti had reached the limit of her English and responded to Susan in Indonesian.
“Pijat + + + termasuk apa saja kamu dan suami mau. Oleh karena itu disebut ‘anything goes.’” (Massage + + + includes anything you and your husband want. That’s why it’s called ‘anything goes.’)
Tiwi chimed in, “Apa saja dan SEMUA.” (anything and EVERYTHING). She seemed to be emphasizing the ‘everything’ part of the sales pitch.
Susan got the message loud and clear. So did I.
It was immediately obvious that Susan was in favor of trying the ‘anything goes massage.’
I asked Siti and Tiwi for a brief time out so I could discuss their suggestion with Susan. Even though their English was limited, I felt better talking about this without them in the room. Siti and Tiwi stepped outside the bedroom and waited in the hallway.
As soon as they had left the bedroom, Susan breathlessly asked me what I thought about the anything goes + + + massage. I told her I thought we were just being taken advantage of because Siti and Tiwi knew we had money and wanted to get as much of it as possible before we left town.
“Besides,” I thought to myself, “what else could the Siti offer that Susan would be interested in and what more could Tiwi offer me that Susan would permit me to enjoy with Tiwi?”
But Susan couldn’t let it go. She kept hammering the same question, “But what do you THINK ‘anything goes’ really means?”
I admitted that I wasn’t sure how far Siti and Tiwi were prepared to go for whatever the extra fee was for the + + + massage, but I assumed there would be SOME limits.
Susan was determined to find out. She was DESPERATE to find out.
“Let’s do it!” Susan insisted. “It will be our last massage with them. We will never see them again. In just a few nights we will be staying at the hotel again, waiting for our flight back to Texas. Evan is at his friend’s house for a sleepover. He won’t be back until mid- to late-morning. We have the whole house to ourselves! What have we got to lose?”
“Please, let’s give the ‘anything goes massage’ a try!” Susan pleaded. “After all,” she continued, “they can’t make us do anything we don’t want to do.”
I thought it over for a moment. Evan was conveniently out of the way at a sleepover. There wasn’t much to lose. In fact, there was very little downside apart from spending a few more bucks. Plus, with Susan so inebriated, the fun of watching just how far she would go with Siti might be well worth the price of admission.
So I agreed to go along with the ‘+ + + anything goes massage.’
Susan was elated. She said she had only one rule she wanted me to follow, “Even though Siti said, ‘anything goes’ in massage + + + , and even though Tiwi said, ‘anything and everything’ is available, I don’t want you fucking Siti or Tiwi.”
“No fucking! OK, I get it!” I agreed.
As long as everything else was available, I could live with that.
No sooner than I had agreed to the ‘no fucking’ rule, Susan asked Siti and Tiwi to rejoin us.
When Susan told them we were going to have the + + + massage, Siti said that she was very pleased to hear our decision. Tiwi didn’t say anything but smiled broadly at me. Siti humbly asked for the Indonesian currency equivalent of about $250 in total for the both of them. That was only slightly more than double what we had been paying for our his and hers massages. I hesitated briefly. I was actually just mentally converting her Indonesian Rupiah price quote into US dollars to make sure I had an accurate sense of what this was going to cost us. Siti must have thought I had reservations about the price. She repeated “anything goes … Tiwi dan aku bisa tinggal sepanjang malam kalau kamu dan isteri mau.” (anything goes … Tiwi and I can stay all night long if you and your wife want.)
Bu price wasn’t my concern anyway. By Indonesian standards it was a huge amount of money for a couple of massages but I had a strong sense we were probably buying a lot more than just massages.
I told Siti I was in agreement and dropped my boxers before joining Susan in bed.
Talking and thinking about ‘+ + + anything and everything goes massages’ had already given me a boner. But I didn’t care. Siti and Tiwi had already seen my boner many times before.
Our ‘+ + + anything goes massage’ proved to be exactly as it had been advertised, “anything you want.” It turned out to be money well spent. We created a memory that still reverberates in my head even after all these years.
As soon as I had agreed the price, Siti and Tiwi briefly spoke to each other in what I assumed was Javanese, a language neither Susan nor I had mastered. After their brief exchange, they both peeled off their sarongs. Tiwi also dropped her panties. But not Siti. Siti didn’t have any panties under her sarong to drop. (This confirmed my suspicions that Susan had developed a habit of slipping her hands into Siti’s sarong “in the heat of the moment.” Panties under Siti’s sarong would have just gotten in the way.)
After stripping down to their deliciously brown, no-tan-lines, Indonesian nakedness, Siti and Tiwi both joined Susan and me in bed.
They were both prettier than I had expected. Siti was probably in her mid-30s maybe a couple of years older than Susan. Tiwi was probably no more than 26 years old. Siti had the prettier face but Tiwi, with her youth, had the tighter, sexier body.
A reasonable resemblance to Siti: https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7145
A reasonable resemblance to Tiwi: https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7146
Susan and I each opted to begin with our usual massages. But there was nothing at all ‘usual’ about the massages now that EVERYONE on the bed was completely naked. This alone changed everything.
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I found it impossible to keep my eyes off what totally naked Siti was doing to my totally naked, drunk, spread-legged wife. Susan had the same intense curiosity about how Tiwi and I getting along in our first mutually nude encounter.
Siti quickly recognized that both Susan and I were each captivated by watching what kind of sexual delicacy our spouse was receiving. To satisfy our voyeuristic needs, Siti came up with a brilliant suggestion. Instead of lying on our backs, side by side with our heads on the same end of the bed, Siti suggested that one of us flip around 180 degrees so that we would be side by side but facing each other. To improve our views, Siti stacked pillows under our heads so we could more easily see everything and moved us closer together so that, with our legs spread, each of us had one leg between the other’s legs.
Siti then took her seat beside Susan rather than her usual position between her legs and instructed Tiwi to do the same next to me. This afforded Susan an unobstructed view of what Tiwi was doing to me and allowed me a wonderfully clear view of what Siti was doing to Susan.
In my estimation, that simple innovation alone was worth a couple of hundred dollars. Susan clearly loved her view as well. Not only did our new positions give each of us a better view of the other, but they also put Siti within easy reach of Susan’s wandering hands and put all of Tiwi’s loveliness in easy reach of mine.
Susan wasted no time getting extremely handsy with Siti. Siti soon found new, more comfortable positions allowing her to massage Susan’s pink parts while Susan groped Siti hither, thither and yon. Susan seemed especially fond of Siti’s “pink yon.”
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I was enthralled at how much attention Siti was giving to Susan’s vagina. From my new vantage point, I could see why Susan had become such a fan of her ‘special massages.’ Siti started slow and easy, massaging all around Susan’s pussy at first, but gradually encroaching onto her mound before spreading her pussy lips, slipping her fingers into her delicate pink parts and massaging her heavily baby-oiled clitoris.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7148
Meanwhile, Tiwi was giving me the usual treatment, but instead of remaining seated beside me, she eventually she lay down alongside me. I took full advantage of her increased accessibility and let my fingers do the walking. Tiwi raised not the slightest objection. She even adjusted her position to make her pink parts more accessible.
I was soon going in three-knuckles deep into Tiwi’s increasingly moist Love Canal.
Then Tiwi shifted her position again. She seemed to be planning an oral assault on my kielbasa. Sure enough, she grabbed a towel and used it to wipe off the excess baby oil from my Oscar Mayer before diving onto me mouth first.
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I wondered whether Susan would find this objectionable, but she was too distracted by the treatment Siti was giving her to say anything. Susan definitely saw that Tiwi was now giving me a blow job, but apparently, “other than ‘no fucking,’ anything else goes.”
Siti then turned up the heat further, changing from the intense manual massage she was giving Susan to a full, squirming body-to-body massage with limitless mutual groping potential. Susan didn’t complain and embraced Siti who soon flipped around on Susan in a 69 maneuver.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7151
This seemed to be a signal to Tiwi that she should also move to the next level.
Tiwi ended the awesome blow job she had been giving me and, taking a seat astride me cowgirl style, began grinding her pudenda against by boner, occasionally leaning forward to give me a deep kiss. Although she seemed to offer herself for penetration, I avoided it (honoring the one rule that Susan had decreed).
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7152
So Tiwi and I didn’t ‘fuck’ but it was almost as good as fucking.
After Tiwi’s excellent wet pussy on dick massage caused me to blow my wad, she wiped up the splooge. A few minutes later, when looking at her renewed my enthusiasm, Tiwi began giving me another blow job. But this time Tiwi got into a 69 position, making her snatch available for my viewing, groping and licking pleasure.
As I believe I mentioned before, Siti had the prettier face. Not that Tiwi’s face was ugly. It just wasn’t quite as pretty as Siti’s face. But Tiwi’s body (and especially her fine brown ass) were exquisite. To this day, remembering how I buried my face in her cute behind and delicious, pink pudenda still gives me a monumental erection.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7153
Glancing over at my wife, I saw that Siti was still dining at Susan’s Y but now she and Susan were still slurping away in the 69 position. Siti was evidently enjoying Susan’s oral attentions very much. I watched as Siti seemed to become momentarily distracted about who was servicing whom. Siti raised her head and emitted a silent scream. Her facial expression and shuddering made clear that Susan had just pushed Siti over her own waterfall.
“Way to go, Susan!” I thought to myself.
But I was nowhere near finished with Tiwi’s pussy. I grabbed Tiwi’s delicate brown ass and pulled her closer, holding her tightly so I could continue merrily nibbling on and licking her pink parts. Tiwi seemed to enjoy my abuse. She sometimes briefly halted my blow job while she concentrated on grinding her awesomely cute pink pudenda against my chin, mouth and tongue.
Lying on our king-sized bed in the middle of the night, 69-ing Tiwi while Susan was having wild lesbian sex beside me was as close to heaven as I had ever been.
I again reached my point of no return with Tiwi. This time Tiwi took my wad in her mouth. But, rather than swallow it, Tiwi got off me, nudged Siti aside and spit my load out onto Susan’s protected wetlands. Tiwi and Siti then collaborated on licking my splooge off Susan’s pink parts.
I just laid back and enjoyed watching Tiwi and Siti licking my splooge off my wife’s pussy. I had never seen anything like this except in porn movies. I certainly never expected to see a live, lesbian sex show like this with my wife’s pink parts and my splooge as the center of attention.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7155
Susan had an orgasm while Tiwi and Siti were cleaning her up. I almost had another one just watching this wonderful sex show.
One of the many things I loved about Susan was that she could squeeze off orgasms every few minutes for as long as I could keep the pressure on her.
Sure enough, Susan was soon ready for more splooge, but this time she wanted it deep inside her.
But I was not immediately ready for another round. So Siti, ever the helpful masseuse, began giving me blow job to “prime the pump.” Susan then joined Siti in providing me the encouragement I needed. Tiwi moved to Susan’s southern end while I enjoyed my first ever “double-header blow job.” I couldn’t see what Tiwi was doing to Susan, but whatever it was, it seemed to be pleasantly distracting Susan. No matter. Whenever Susan got distracted, Siti took over, deepthroating me like the pro she obviously was.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7177
As soon as I was ready, Susan got on top of me and we got down to the main event. Susan and I fucked with feral intensity. I had probably never banged her that hard. Siti and Tiwi remained on the bed with us, groping, stroking and licking any erogenous zones that were not otherwise occupied. I found Siti’s and Tiwi’s helping hands an extremely welcome addition to Susan’s and my love-making.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7179
When Susan and I were finished, we all took a break. Siti and Tiwi remained on the bed with us, joining in Susan’s and my post-coital cuddle session. A four-way post-canoodling cuddle session can get a bit confusing and tends to escalate into another round. But Susan eventually had to get up and head to the bathroom to drain some of the margaritas out of her bladder.
After Susan returned, I also left the room to drain some of the liquor I had consumed at our farewell party. When I returned to the bed, Susan was on her back again, legs spread, this time with Tiwi dining at her Y. Perhaps Tiwi was just cleaning up my splooge leaking out of Susan.
Siti turned her sights on me as I crawled back into bed and began giving me a blow job. I didn’t really need yet another blow job at this point, but Siti’s expertise soon got me into the mood. I urged her to turn around so I could return her attentions and we spent the next 15 minutes or so in my favorite mathematical position. Then Siti abruptly hopped off, turned around and straddled me in reverse cowgirl style. At first she was giving me the same wonderful, wet-pussy on dick massage that Tiwi had provided earlier. If you haven’t tried it, take it from me, his kind of abuse is at least 95% as good as fucking.
But soon Siti began to tease me, rotating her hips slightly at just the right time so that my love muscle was aimed straight into her Love Canal. Then she would lower herself a centimeter or two, allowing just the slightest but still delicious penetration. Then she would return to the slip and slide routine. Eventually, she would treat me to another round of teasing. Each subsequent round of teasing was slightly more penetrative and lasted a little bit longer than the last.
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I was a little concerned that we might be about to break Susan’s ‘no fucking’ rule. But Siti was facing Susan and kept an eye on her. So far, it seemed that Susan’s mind was fully absorbed in enjoying the oral sex Tiwi was providing her.
But during the next delicious tease, as Siti was taking my pecker a full inch or two into her vagina, she suddenly pulled up and returned to the slip and slide routine. I assumed that Siti and I might have caught my wife’s attention. I glanced over at Susan to gauge whether she had seen anything and was upset. She didn’t seem upset. Although Susan had lifted her head off the pillow, raised herself onto her elbows and was looking at Siti and me, she was entirely too drunk and too distracted by Tiwi’s on-going tongue lashing to voice any complaint about what she may have seen or thought she had seen Siti and me doing.
A few moments later, Susan lied back again and, splaying her legs as widely as possible, surrendered anew to Tiwi’s tongue lashing. Then Siti said something to Tiwi in Javanese. I didn’t understand what Siti had said, but shortly after she said it, Tiwi flipped around into 69 position on top of Susan. Susan immediately wrapped her arms around Tiwi’s ass and began eating her pussy.
With Tiwi’s pussy and ass right on her face, blocking her view of anything else and capturing her full attention, Susan would no longer be able to see what Siti and I were up to.
Now confident that her indiscretions would go unnoticed, Siti’s teases became more brazen and more delicious. With each subsequent tease, she took me deeper and deeper into her pussy, rocking up and down slightly with each penetration. Finally, she took me in balls deep … and then continued to do so repeatedly until I blew what was left of my splooge deep inside her.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7178
Susan was never the wiser.
It was surprising to me that I had any splooge left to blow. I had been quite busy so far that night.
From that point forward, the night proved to be a wild success. It was a fantastic team effort! Everyone stayed busy. With four naked bodies, eight hands, 40 fingers, four tongues, six fine titties, three pussies and one cock and a huge supply of baby oil, there was always something to rub, kiss, lick suck, poke or fuck and something to rub, kiss, lick suck, poke or fuck it with.
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We partied with only a few short cuddle and pee breaks until well after 4 AM. Everyone got a piece of everyone else during the course of the night.
It was delightful to behold Susan’s and Siti’s uninhibited lesbian sex. But it also made me laugh. Here was Susan, my Kansas born and raised wife, engaging in what could only be described as unrestrained lesbian sex. I remembered Susan saying in her outrage after her first massage at the hotel, “ … if someone told me that masseuse was a lesbian, I’d believe it” and how she had bristled and said, “hell no!” at the mere suggestion of ever having another massage like that.
Like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ, my Kansas wife had clearly come to the realization that she was not in Kansas anymore.
Although I was running extremely low on splooge at this point, I was not running low on enthusiasm. With Susan and Siti now busily engaged in mutual pussy humping, I decided to go for the gusto and canoodle the lovely, young Tiwi.
I stopped eating Tiwi’s pussy, and pulled myself forward on top of her, rubbing my love muscle against Tiwi’s wet pinkness until my fresh boner was knocking on heaven’s door.
Tiwi looked a little bit surprised. Although she had watched me fuck Siti, I had never fucked Tiwi before. But when I proceeded to penetrate her, she did not object. Tiwi smiled, lay back and spread a wider as she put her arms around me and pulled me in closer for some hot kissing as we fucked.
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She was so tight and lovely.
Siti and Tiwi stayed and slept with us until well after sunrise.
In addition to paying them what we had agreed, I gave them an immensely generous allowance for ‘taxi money’ to cover their travel expenses to whatever they called home.
Susan was hung over for a couple of days after that night.
She admitted that it was fun … “at the time.” But her Kansas background was weighing heavily on her. She later said she regretted the evening.
But I didn’t regret it. Not a bit.
She begged me not to ever tell anyone about our wild night or what she had done.
I haven’t told anyone. Not a soul.
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->"As I believe I mentioned before, Siti had the prettier face."
^Based on the comparable photos posted, I'll take Tiwi, but to each his own.
How about a comparable photo of Susan Mrs RHB#2? Or did I miss that in some other post?
There was a photo posted of a good “look-alike” to Mrs. Hornibastard #2.
I think it was in part three or part four.
In either case, you can view it here: https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=7101
I don’t know who the woman in the photo is. But when I first saw the photo I was immediately struck by her strong resemblance to Mrs. Hornibastard #2 when she was in her prime.
Seriously, it was a good read and thanks for sharing. I take it then that Susan never knew you broke her one rule not once but twice with the LBFMs?
Last thought: the stripper slide, aka dry humping, should be in the TUSCL glossary. And yes, it is a very close substitution to actual mashing.
HOT telling of a great story!🔥🔥🔥🔥
It’s very hard to say what Mrs. Hornibastard #2 saw or knew.
Despite the wild story, Susan was very straight laced. She didn’t t like to talk about her sexual likes and dislikes. She had a healthy sexual appetite and was comfortable letting me know when she needed to be fucked. But she could not bring herself to answer a question as simple as “what’s your favorite sexual position?” or “Do you enjoy how I eat your pussy or is there anything I can do differently that would make it better for you?”
In response to questions like that she would just blush and say she didn’t want to talk about it.
She needed an excuse to step outside her sexual comfort zone and her excuse was always liquor. She didn’t drink much but when she did she usually drank too much.
I really don’t think she was aware that I broke the “no fucking” rule. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t know Siti and I fucked. With Tiwi’s ass and snatch blocking Susan’s view she really couldn’t see anything.
But she might have seen me hammering Tiwi.
But if she did see me on top of Tiwi, she NEVER said a word.
We rarely talked about that night, even when we were alone. When we did, Susan ALWAYS summed it up by saying, “I can’t believe how incredibly drunk I was that night!”
Your five chapter discussion gives a text book example of white privilege.
“White privilege is a concept that gained public awareness in 1988 in a seminal paper by Peggy McIntosh, a scholar at Wellesley College.
A white woman herself, McIntosh defines white privilege as “an invisible package of unearned assets that I can count on cashing in each day, but about which I was ‘meant’ to remain oblivious.”
“Why You Need to Educate Yourself about White Privilege”
https://magdalene.co/story/educate-yours…