♪♫♪♫♪♫Do u REALLY♪♫ want to be happy♪♫ with your massage therapist?♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

Do u REALLY want to be happy with your massage therapist? I wrote this letter to Khole
knowing there are other men out there that are facing the same challenges in relationships,
with my sexy massage therapist. I became the winner in my quest for a healthy prostate and
lets not forget the shock of pleasure that is given in keeping the prostate health, I wouldn't live
 with out it. It wasn’t something I was ever going to ask a buddy for advice about.
 No way. I could just see Kevin or Hank or Cory’s expression. “Holy shit, Aaron!   
Are you freak in’ kidding me?” would be the response from any of them. But none of them had a clue, I'm sure. None of them had ever come to see you Khole, you're a outrageously sexy caramel skin lushes curvy blond bombshell massage therapist, I’d been seeing you for six months before I met Felicia. Khole you are cleaver and fun with such good karma, which is fine with me, I was un- happy, and at a place of UN-fulfilment in my life when I meet you Khole. I soon realized we had a No pretense friendship between us, simply put a pleasure
relaxed good time. 
You focus hard on good times and releasing stress and relaxing moments, especially that night you convinced me to let you lube up your finger and slide it up my ass while you gave me a blowjob. I still get a steel hard-on just thinking about it. But thinking about it only meant that the next, inevitable thought would be about what you convinced me to do a couple of weeks after that.
God, your strap on felt so damned good sliding inside of me. You knew how to do it, too — told me that you perfected your technique on a little blonde that had a crush on you in college. Whispering this confession through labored breaths as you stroked your strap on into my willing asshole the first time we done it in my apartment. Damn! That first time! Knowing how incredible it felt when you fingered me, my initial worries about surrendering my virgin bottom to your strap on were no match for my horniness to have you do it to me. Khole you bent me over the arm of my sofa while you fingered my asshole, spreading the lube. “Yeah, truth is Aaron. It’s going to feel really, really good. I’m good at this. You’re goanna love it, I promise.” Then the feel of your strap on tapping at my slippery hole. “Grab one of the pillows, Aaron. It’s okay to moan into it when I slide in and out of you.” Then you pushed it inside. Slowly. The sensation of being filled up was . . . what? A little painful? Maybe, but I really couldn’t remember any pain. Embarrassing? If it was, it sure didn’t last long. Weird or perverted? That idea weakened with each sublime inch of penetration, gone completely when the last millimeter of your strap on was buried inside of me. Khole, you asked if it was  good? Yeah, really, really good, just as you promised. It was so different to be the one who opens up and takes his partner inside, knowing that it gets her off to fuck him while he’s totally loving the sensations she creates as she does it. “Shit, I love doing this,” you had whispered to me. “The other end of this strap on is in my pussy, hitting just the right spot when I fuck your asshole, Aaron. Still feeling good to you, too? ”I began to back my ass into your thrusts Khole.“Yeah, I knew you’d like it. It gets me off knowing you like it. ”Then you draped yourself over my back and shared a little secret, whispering into my ear. “I learned to like strap on fucking with a girl I was with for a few months. She loved it in her pussy. Then she learned to love it in the ass.” That just about caused me to cum. Some how I held back, wanting you to climax before I have my own orgasm. “But I love doing it to guys, too,” your words coming out in a throaty rasp. I could tell you where getting close, but your words distracted me. How many guys had she made feel like this? “Moan for me, Aaron. I love hearing it. I love knowing I’m making you feel good when I'm in you like this.” I was getting close, too. I put all distractions away from my mind and concentrated on the exquisite sensations,  that your strap on cock was creating inside my ass.

You levered up from my back, grabbing my hips, and began grinding against me, pressing up and down in order to cause the end of the dildo inside your pussy to connect with your G-spot in a way only you knew would get you off. What that did inside my asshole was mind-blowing. You where nudging your fake cock repeatedly against my prostate. “Oh, god,” I panted, “oh, damn, Khole! What the hell are you doing to me?” You tightened your grip on my hips. “Exactly what we both want, Aaron. I’m doing exactly what’s going to make us both cum." I squeezed my eyes shut, buried my face in the pillow and let out a rumbling groan as I shot powerful jets of cum from my steel-hard dick. You drilled the strap on deep and held it there, shuddering through your own intense climax before collapsing against my back. How many times had I fantasized about that strap on fuck and the two others times you had given me such pleasure before you went off for your Vancouver fall/winter tour as a make-up assistant or something for a friends film being shot there? I didn’t know the exact number of times I have  replayed those incredible scenarios in my mind, but I knew that whatever the number was, it was exactly the same number of orgasms I've given myself as I jacked off to those memories. But now, two years later, Felicia is my fiancée, and our sex life — while great — had not yet included even the first caress of my puckered opening, in spite of my eagerness to share this intimacy with the woman I knew I’d be with for the rest of my life. How can I bring this up? I thought. What if she thinks I’m a pervert or something? It was driving me crazy. We should be sharing any kind of sex that we both enjoy,  being happy to make the other feel good. This shouldn’t be so damned hard! But it was the most difficult thing I could imagine after what happened with the first girl after you Khole, it was Breanna a gorgeous massage girl. I’d actually gone to see her a couple times while you where on tour, knowing that you Khole are happly unserious about other massage therapist. Things progressed with Breanna, and — dammit! — I had blown it with her completely by asking if she’d slide a finger inside my asshole the very first time she gave me a hand job.“Eeeewww! 
That’s gross! Are you kidding? ”My erection wilted immediately with those words, and I quickly tried to make things right. “No, Breanna! Really. It’s not-”“Not normal,” she spat back, quickly wiping off of her hand the lube she’d been using to stroke my cock. She retreated to her bathroom, grabbed a towel to hide behind, and then returned to the bedroom to stare at me in disbelief. “I don’t relax pervs,” she had sneered as she stood behind the opposite side of the bed, glaring at me. “Now get out!”Hastily scrambling into my clothes, I had slunk from Breanna’s apartment like a mangy cur that’s just been chased away from an angry farmer’s garden. I couldn’t erase the image of her face as she assessed the depravity of my sexual request. To have experienced such totally opposite reactions from two women to the idea of finger-fucking a guy in the asshole meant that I became enormously anxious about ever bringing up the idea of ass play again with a massage therapist. What you Khole had done to me, WOW — the way you had introduced first the notion of fingering my ass while you stroked my cock then moved on quickly, with my eager participation, through two fingers, a small butt plug, and then your strap on, was masterful in creating my impatience to see you strapped in, the dildo sticking up from your crotch as you smiled so warm at me while standing next to the bed, both of us knowing what was going to happen next. Shaking my head clear it of the thought because, I know Felicia was not in that head space that I'm in right now, she was not someone who had even thought about fucking a guy in the ass with a strap on dildo. Which meant she had not thought about doing it to ME.
With Breanna’s reaction so indelible in my memory, my anxiety was off the scale when I thought that Felicia’s reaction might be similar. But with Felicia the only woman with whom I would make love from now on, I was desperate to have her accept the pleasure that we both  could  receive when she donned a strap on dildo and rode me to thoroughly satisfying orgasms for us both. Anxiety or not, one thing I knew for sure: I was going to have to bring Felicia around to an enthusiasm for strapon man-fucking
if WE were ever to be treated to the sight of my gorgeous fiancée, all 5’8″ of her thick curvey lushes body and beautiful face framed by the silky, chestnut hair I loved to run my fingers through, strapped into a dildo, the stiff shaft jutting from her crotch as she smiles at me, crooking her finger in a motion that meant, “Here. Now. Bend over. I can’t wait to fuck you Aaron.” How was I going to make this happen? I'd given Khole a couple of calls asking for help and  information about this, suggestions for how a guy could introduce his girl to the idea in a way that would ensure she wouldn’t be turned off. The fiasco with Breanna meant I knew one way NOT to do it. I wanted more than mere toleration of the idea, though.I wanted to do this in a way that would guarantee that Felicia would be incredibly turned on by the thought of fucking me in the ass with a strapon dildo. The conversations with you and your blog and the discussion boards that you pointed me to,  seemed to have descriptions and conversations that made it clear that lucky couples were already past the point of accepting strapon fucking as a way to make love. There seemed to be precious little advice to men who wanted to know how they could get their women to try strapping into a fake cock and using it to create crashing orgasms on both ends of the inventive toy. The other problem was that so much of what existed on the web or for purchase on DVDs was a female domination approach to the act — “Who’s the bitch, now?” kind of stuff that was nowhere near what I shared or wanted between me and Felicia. My introduction to the act at the end of Khole’s strap on was great because it had NOT included any BDSM kink AND because Khole truly got off on how erotic, arousing, and satisfying it was when she fucked me,
 something that turned me on incredibly. The woman being hot to fuck the man —that was always one of my big turn-on. Layer on the erotic thrill and the psychological charge of the horny sexy lushes curvy Khole as the one who is going to penetrate me, and . . . well, my introduction to this amazing route to sexual pleasure had hooked me immediately. The fact that taking a strap on had also given me new and intensely pleasurable sexual sensations made me even more eager to bring Felicia around to the idea of adding this kind of sex play to our lovemaking. The mere idea that “erotic, arousing, and satisfying” sex with Felicia could eventually include occasional strap on play — well, that would be more than perfect.
Then, totally by chance, Felicia and I went to a movie one night, an innocuous, PG-rated feel-good story about a small-town girl with a big-time voice quitting her dead-end waitress job to head for L.A. and her dream of stardom. The small-town girl wound up on stage in a burlesque review, but the surprising thing to me was the scene in which she accepted the advances of the good-guy burlesque bartender. Though brief, this movie had several seconds of the bartender’s naked butt on display as he sauntered back into the bedroom in his apartment. It seemed, at least, an opening to probe for Felicia’s potential interest . . .“It was an okay movie, I guess,” I ventured as they drove through night-time traffic back to their condo. “She really can sing, that’s for sure.” “Yeah, the production numbers were pretty well staged, but I wonder if there really are any of those kinds of clubs in L.A.,” Felicia answered, looking out the window and through the damp mist that had settled over Columbus. “Kind of a cheesy plot, but I guess that’s okay for an underdog-wins-in-the-end movie, huh? “It’s make-believe, babe, but I think it accomplished its goal,” Felicia said with a small smile as she turned toward me.“We got to root for the good guys against the greedy real-estate speculator, and the girl got her guy in the end, too.” What will you REALLY think about a girl getting her guy in the end? wondered, noting Felicia’s unintentional double-entendre. God, I really want you to want to fuck me, baby, I thought. Then I decided it was time to begin trying to make that happen. I had missed the opportunity once before in this situation when Felicia begged me to go see the second installment of the cinematic version of the cable series about thirty-something gal pals living la vida loca as liberated women in the Big Apple. That film had included a scene in which a male heartthrob had bared his ass in what became an oft-quoted highlight of the film (at least, according to Felicia, who related that her girlfriends were quite impressed with the man’s body, handsome face, and — specifically — his, “sexy ass”). I decided it was time to quit agonizing over whether Felicia would ever be willing to fuck me in the ass with a strap on and start doing things that could make it happen. I would not miss an opportunity like this again. “Well, I guess we could see it coming,” I ventured slowly, watching out of the corner of my eye for any reaction from Felicia, “but the director did a good job, I think, of keeping things playful between the two of them when they went to bed the first time. Did you like that scene?” “Ummm, yeah, I guess,” Felicia answered. “It definitely was corny in spots, though.” “Had to keep the PG rating intact, I suppose,” I answered, nervous about what reaction my next statement would bring. “But I’ll give it to the guy — he had a great body that the director was featuring even though those set-ups to keep his dick hidden were really contrived.” Felicia was silent for a few seconds. Is she replaying the scene in her mind? I wondered. “Well, since you brought it up, I’ll have to agree with you,” Felicia answered with a hint of tease in her voice. “Agree about what? The goofy snack box hiding his crotch or that you liked the guy’s body?” I put my own hint of tease into the question. “What do you think?” she answered, nudging him on the elbow. “Felicia, if it turns you on to see a hot guy get naked on camera in a movie we’re watching, then I’m happy you like to see it. And so,” I continued as we eased through the nighttime mist which had now grown closer to being fog as they neared their condo,

“I mean it when I say that I hope you enjoyed seeing the guy’s naked butt as he walked into his bedroom in that scene.” Step ONE launched successfully, I thought, congratulating myself for a brief moment before becoming anxious as I waited for Felicia’s reply. “Ooooh, permission from my fiancé to enjoy seeing a really cute, naked male butt,” she answered, the tease now becoming more pronounced in her voice. “Are you jealous?” At least the conversation was still open.
She was inviting more discussion. And she was having fun. This could go really well, I thought hopefully. “Depends,” I said noncommittally in answer to her question. “I’ve never for a second been jealous that you’re seeing guys totally naked in the pornos we watch sometimes. And, yes,” I said pre-emptively, raising a palm to short-circuit her next playful question, “even when the guys have great bods and big dicks.” As they waited for the parking garage gate at their condo to retract, I turned to look at Felicia, happy that she was smiling, waiting expectantly for more of my confession. “But even in a mainstream film like we just saw, where the guy is . . . I don’t know, more of a ‘real guy’ somehow, it’s still kind of hot knowing you liked seeing his naked ass, as long as you’re not rushing off to Hollywood to track him down solely for the purpose of convincing him
to let you grab it.” They pulled into the parking garage of their condo, and I waited expectantly for Felicia’s reply as I maneuvered the car into their parking spot. Felicia undid her seat belt, leaned over to me to place her hand on the back of my head and run her fingers through my hair. “Yeah, I like to see great male bodies on handsome men, and, yes, I very much enjoyed seeing what’s-his-name’s naked ass in the movie tonight.” She looked at me in what I knew was a prelude to a kiss. “But, baby, the only naked male butt I want to grab is yours.” After her kiss, I mustered all the sincerity I could while still trying to keep things light, and said, “Ummm, I wish you would grab it more often. I love keeping you happy.” Felicia leaned back from my face a few inches and grinned. “An open invitation?” “Just say the word, and my naked ass is yours,” I answered.

You have no idea how literally I mean that, including the ‘open’ part, I thought as I grinned back at Felicia. So Phase One of my plan unfolded of its own accord,
no forethought on my part to make it happen. Thank goodness I took advantage of the opportunity, I thought, as I listened to Felicia’s soft, regular breathing as she slept next to me. They had made love that evening after she had giggled and told me to turn around and show off for her, like the guy in the movie had done. Now, I wanted to ensure a quick follow-up to my fortunate first step along a path I hope would lead to my beautiful Felicia strapped into a dildo and lubing it up in preparation for her first experience
of being the partner with the cock that penetrates her lover. What should Phase Two be, I wondered, and how soon can I make it happen? As with Phase One, Mistress Fate, it seemed, was on my side. We were shopping the next day at the health foods grocery for certain items, and the store had a special running on all vitamins,
supplements, and beauty/health products. Thinking I’d check for “natural personal lubricants” or something — not one of the things they’d yet investigated here, having bought
 such lubes and toys and DVDs online where such purchases felt more anonymous — I perused the aisle while Felicia was off with the cart at the meat counter. Yes, I did find a personal lubricant (gotta love those marketing euphemisms, I thought), and it would make for fun sex play between them. (Nothing on the label, obviously, about suitability for anal play, I noted without surprise, but it does say that its natural plant-based ingredients make it safe for use on any part of the body.) But two sections over, in the soap and shampoo display, was an organic aloe soap which the store’s little ad display said created a slippery smooth, lotion-like lather. Natural ingredients that wouldn't irritate sensitive tissues in a soap that creates a lotiony lather? I had just found my answer for a shower that would include his finger sliding inside Felicia's pussy, something she had steadfastly refused from the first time he brought it up, saying that soap lather irritated her vagina. Her hardline stance about irritating soap made him realize that the ol' "wash my back, please" ploy to get her fingertips
 sliding across his asshole would never work. I knew immediately that these were two purchases which would figure into my scheme to have Felicia "discover" the snug confines of my asshole as it accepted the slow insertion of her finger for the first time. He plucked the soap and
the lubricant from the shelf, further scrutinizing the wording on the boxes as he ambled back over to Felicia, who by this time had moved into the produce section. "What's that?" she asked, noticing as I dropped the two items into their cart. "Store's having a 25%-off sale on all the supplements and healthcare stuff, so I figured it'd be a good time to try these." Felicia reached down into the basket to retrieve the two small boxes. "Aloe soap? What's so special about this?"
 Before he could answer, she interrupted. "And I know why you picked this up," she said, lowering her voice. "But don't we still have plenty of lube from the last mail order?" He shrugged, a guilty-as-charged grin on his face. "Yeah, I know, but I thought we'd give this a try. It's on sale, and I know you like natural products. "You wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned up to whisper in his ear. "You'll come up with any excuse to get a hand job, won't you?" He whispered back. "You haven't read the box closely enough yet to see what it says about all the ingredients being so natural that you can even eat the stuff, and it'd be good for you." Felicia's surprised expression indicated that he'd one-upped her in their little game of teasing each other inside the local grocery. She turned her gaze immediately to the description printed on the back of the box. The smile that quickly formed on her mouth let me know she'd found the comment about edibility, and she dropped the box back into the cart along with the soap. It was a given they would try the lube the next time they made love. Already planning , I would make sure that would be after they had showered together using the new soap. After they'd eaten dinner that evening (Felicia made a great choice at the grocery with some grass-fed beef), I helped clean up the kitchen and then, trying not to appear too obvious and eager, I rotated my shoulders through some shrugging motions and twisted my torso back and forth as I  walked from the kitchen into the den.
 "That workout this morning was a good one," I said. In truth, it had been satisfying, and I knew that the way I'd pushed through the last set of dumbbell presses would cause some soreness in a couple of days, so I thought I could talk Felicia into a second shower that day in order to 'rub my shoulders
while the hot water loosens up the muscles.' Normally, she didn't like to take more than one shower a day because she said the hot water stole too much of her skin's natural oils for it to be good for her. But I thought she might catch the hint and realize that I was continuing the tease from their shopping trip before dinner. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing," she said, walking into the den and settling into her favorite chair to reach for the TV remote. "You're just horny to have me
 stroke your cock in the shower and then try out that new lube," she said, one eyebrow arched at me in a dare to contradict her assessment of the situation. I walked to the chair where she was sitting, placed my hands on the padded arms in order to support myself as I leaned down close to her face and said impishly, "And that would be a bad thing?" "Depends," Felicia answered, an index finger raised to her chin in mock concentration. "What do I get out of it?" "Well," I said, straightening back up and turning to walk into our bedroom and its master bath, "you'll get to see if that organic aloe soap really has a lotiony lather that's good for your skin without stripping away the natural oils that you worry about, and" — I was at the door to our bedroom, my back to her as she sat in the chair, and I made a show of shimmying my ass at her, unbuckling my belt and quickly sliding both jeans and briefs down to mid-thigh before leaning forward as I looked back at her over my shoulder, — "you'll get to grab this tight little butt like you said you like to do when we talked about that movie we went to the other night." Without waiting for a response, and hoping desperately that Felicia would rise from her seat and follow me, I drew my briefs and jeans back up enough to walk without tripping
 and disappeared through the doorway. not sure whether to be relieved or discouraged when Felicia wasn't immediately behind me.If she took me up on my offer too quickly, I wouldn't have time to get under the water, lather up, and thoroughly wash in between my ass cheeks to ensure that,
 in spite of my normal good hygiene, I was squeaky clean for what I hoped would be the first time I would feel Felicia's fingertips gliding across my asshole. If she followed me into the bathroom too slowly or — god, no! Don't even think it! — not at all, that would mean that he'd lose some of the momentum that the last two days had so conveniently created with the discussion about grabbing male butts and the purchase of new lube and new soap. So it was with a true sense of relief that I saw Felicia through the steamy shower glass slipping out of her jeans and her top. Yes I had time to wash himself thoroughly (and find that, yes, this soap really DID work quickly into a slick yet cleansing lotion-like foam), and he was thrilled that my soon-to-be-wife was stepping into the shower with him, both of them knowing full well that the ruse of a shoulder massage would quickly turn into a much more sexual activity. "This new soap really is nice," I said, running the bar up my arm and down my chest as Felicia moved under the spray. (They'd often joked that one of them was always in "wash" mode while the other was in "rinse" mode when they shared a shower.) "Let me see," Felicia said, holding out her hand while her eyes remained closed as she luxuriated in the hot water cascading over her head and shoulders. Instantly recognizing the opportunity to have more fun with my plan, I dropped my hands to my cock and quickly lathered it up, the beginning of an erection stirring immediately as a result. "See. Just like lotion," I said, taking Felicia's outstretched hand and drawing it to my cock, closing her fist around my shaft. Her eyes still closed, she smiled. "Kinda hard to tell like this, though," she teased. "Give me the bar, Aaron. Let me get a good lather so I can test this the way I need to." "Just trying to be helpful," I said, feigning a bit of disappointment in his voice. Meantime, it would be fun watching Felicia run her hands all over her nude body to test out the lather. He would stroke his cock while he watched her do it, using the lather that he'd worked up already on his crotch. She looked up from lathering her calves to see him masturbating. "What are you doing?" "Only what comes naturally when I see my beautiful, sexy thick curvy fiancée rubbing lather over her entire, naked body." Now completely straightened up and turning to begin rinsing herself off, Felicia rolled her eyes at my. "If that's not a blatant attempt to get a girl to give you a hand job, I've never heard one," she said before closing her eyes to lean her head back into the spray of water. "Think what you want, beautiful," I said, stepping into the spray to press myself against her. "It's the truth." my erection was now at full mast and throbbing. My masturbating strokes of a few moments ago would have ensured such a state no matter what, but his arousal at the mere thought of what might be only minutes away would have by itself given me an achingly hard cock. Now, my erection was bone-stiff, and it pulsed against her belly as I held her tightly. Her nipples were hard nubs against my chest a good sign, as I kissed her through the cascade of water, indicating my excitement at being with my lushes fiancée, both of us naked, both of us knowing that we would make love. Felicia kissed me back, signaling her desire for the same thing. Breaking the kiss, she said, "You really weren't kidding about this soap, baby. I love it, and I can tell it's going to be better than what I'm using now." "But is it better for stroking my cock?" I asked, still clutching her close to me as I began to squirm my hips from right to left, pressing and sliding my cock side to side across her abdomen. "I guess we will have to do a comparison test . . ." she answered, her words trailing off into a delightful implication. In an oft-practiced maneuver, I turned to the side as we moved out from under the spray so Felicia could stand beside me, straddling my thigh in order to press her crotch against my leg and her breasts against my arm. It was a natural position in which to drop her hand in front of mine and close her fist around my cock to begin stroking my shaft. She reached for the bar of soap and liberally built up a nice lather on his cock, his balls, and in the closely trimmed pubic hair framing them. Then she reached to put the soap back into the soap dish on the wall of the shower stall. I stopped her, squirming my arm free of its position as she leaned into me, and closed my hand over hers, saying, "You forgot about the 'grab your man's tight butt' part." The position was too awkward for him to guide her hand down to his ass (and he was distracted by the great feelings she was causing with her lather-slickened hand job), but just his comment was enough for Felicia to know what he meant. "Hmmmm . . . a double test of the new soap, huh?" "Might as well go for broke," I teased. "But I thought you said your shoulder needed the massage," she answered, teasing me now. "You keep forgetting — we're testing the soap and the effect of grabbing my butt, babe. We can't stay in here so long that we get all prune-y because we do this stuff one thing at a time." Jesus, am I doing this so she's buying into what she thinks is just our usual fun time in the shower? Aaron thought to himself. "So let me see if I have this right," Felicia answered, lowering the bar of soap to his butt with her left hand as she continued stroking my cock with her right. She resumed pressing herself into my side in order to feel the nice sensations on her crotch and against her breasts. "I'm supposed to be testing this," and she stopped stroking my cock for a second in order to give it a firm squeeze, "while at the same time I'm supposed to be lathering and grabbing here," and she rubbed the bar of soap across my buttocks, down under them and onto the backs of my thighs then back up again. "And this simultaneous testing procedure is going to prove what, exactly?" she asked as she placed the soap into the soap dish, having now built a nice lather on his backside. "Well, I hope it proves a couple of things," I answered, savoring the sensations Felicia was producing with her hand job as well as the incredibly arousing thought of what was only seconds away if I could make it happen. "One, that you like this new soap and
 its slippery, lotion-y feel, and, Two," I took in a quick breath to gather my courage, "that you enjoy the sensation of grabbing and playing with your man's naked butt while you stroke  his cock."  "You are such a horn dog," Felicia answered. "Anything to have you do this to me," I answered, punctuating my sincerity with a slight moan as I spread my legs a little, pressing my thigh more insistently into Felicia's crotch at the same time. "Hey, I should be getting some fun out of this, too," Felicia said in mock objection. "I don't think this lather is going to irritate my little kitty if I get it nice and slick in order to rub against you while you get your jollies from this little test." She gathered up some of the lather, now clinging in copious amounts to my crotch, and rubbed it between her legs before resuming her hand job as she pressed her slippery pussy into my thigh. It was time to go where they'd never been before. I could not lose this opportunity. "God, that feels really good on my ass, babe. I never thought it would be so . . . umm, well, so . . ." Aaron was playing this for all it was worth. ". . . jeez, just so pleasurable for you to do that to my butt." he finished, pushing just slightly backward into her palm as she ran it across his cheeks." And this is the grab-your-man's-butt test, I assume?" Felicia said, now pressing her crotch insistently against him. "You said you liked seeing that guy's naked butt in the movie, and you've told me that your girlfriends have commented on supposedly 'grab-worthy' male behinds," Aaron said, desperately hoping Felicia would continue what she was doing and would find it a turn-on. "And you said the only male butt you wanted to grab was mine, so, yeah, this should be a good test for that. "Felicia didn't stop what she was doing. "Shit, this feels so good — you stroking my cock and my ass at the same," I said, leaning my head back and closing my eyes to emphasize my point. "Go ahead and smear some of that lather in between my cheeks. What you're doing feels so sexy and good on my ass. I just want to see what it feels like if you caress me completely." My heart was pounding. How many times in the last few hours had I talked with Khole on how to rehearse the request I will make to Felicia ? Since finding the soap and the lube, I'd thought of nothing but how I could use them and the recent movie to my advantage in having Felicia take liberties with my ass — liberties that to this point in our relationship she had not tried. Maybe the slippery lather at her crotch and the way she was pressing against my thigh meant she was in a hyper-aroused state and willing to try this new nastiness. She slipped one finger between my cheeks. Tentatively, she slid it upward, not making contact with anything but the sides of the furrow between my cheeks. I rewarded her immediately. "Oh, yeah, babe. That DOES feel good," I said, my eyes still closed and head tilted back. Felicia's breathing had become shallow. She'd never thought of this. She continued. I shifted very slightly. It was a calculated move meant to send a signal: You can be more bold, baby. Slide that finger over my asshole. Please. I want it. I held my breath. Her fingertip grazed my asshole with a butterfly touch, then quickly slipped back upwards. I heard Khole in my head, she needs to be rewarded again, be reassured

that it was good, that it was okay, That it's  hot and sexy. "Ummmmm," I moaned, flexing my cheeks open a bit. That should send a clear invitation, I thought, hoping desperately that Felicia would accept the overture. Her finger lingered in its position between his cheeks at the top of his furrow. She pressed a little more, making full contact, the pad of her fingertip
now beginning a slow trail downwards. Please, please, I thought. I held my breath. Felicia was now actually using his hard cock as a handle to pull herself tight against him, squirming
her pussy against his thigh. She laid her head on my shoulder.  Her finger advanced toward my asshole, its contact and position on its downward descent sending the unmistakable message that continuing would mean she would slide across my asshole in only a second . . ."Do you want this?" she whispered.  "Oh, yeah. You're driving me crazy, Felicia. Please don't torture me any longer. It feels so-o-o good, babe." She raised her head, craned her neck to indicate she wanted a kiss, and when I turned my head to meet her lips, she slid her finger to my asshole and held it there while they kissed. Felicia began a slow, gentle massage, the lather a perfect lubricant for her ministrations. Breaking the kiss, I panted, "Jesus, baby, oh, fuckin' shit — you have no idea . . ." I garbled syntax devolved into a moan of pleasure. It surprised Felicia. Then it delighted her. "So you like it?" "God, don't ever stop," I muttered. Felicia giggled. "I have a new button to push, don't I?"  my cock erupted, jets of cum pulsing from the end as I shuddered through a powerful orgasm. Felicia stepped back, shocked by the suddenness and the intensity of my climax. I'd come many times before from her shower hand jobs, but this was reducing me to a puddle of spent ecstasy as I stiff-armed the wall to keep my balance. It turned her on incredibly. "You have got to eat my pussy right now, Aaron!" she said urgently. "Damn! I've never given you an orgasm like that from a hand job, and it is crazy hot to know I can do it." She was already almost completely rinsed off in her haste to get to their bed. "Dry off fast and come get between the sheets with me. I am so turned on. "I turned my head to watch her sexy curvy ass exit the shower stall, still supporting myself with one hand against the shower wall as I tried to recover from the intense orgasm her first-time massage of his asshole had created while she stroked his cock. Taking a few more seconds to recover, I finally turned off the water and grabbed a towel, hastily running it over my dripping body before dashing into the bedroom. Just her touch on my asshole did that, he thought, clearing my head and coming down from the intense orgasm. I really, really need her inside me he thought. They made love, I turned up coaxing Felicia through two orgasms with my tongue and fingers before I'd recovered enough to slide an erection into her sopping wet pussy. It took only a few strokes before we both came, Felicia gripping my tightly, almost like she was trying to draw me completely inside her. We didn't get to the new lube that night. The next day was Sunday, and they slept in a bit before rousing for brunch. Over omelets and bacon, they chatted about nothing in general, anything in particular, and just relaxed in each other's company. Looking up at Felicia  "You are absolutely the best lover a man could ever wish for." I want us to do it, but only every now and then, I think. My poor butt can't take this very often. "And then, in the final punctuation to the incredibly wonderful way the whole experience had played out, Felicia wrote the perfect ending to my careful plans for realizing my fantasy with her when she said softly, "But it will have to be often enough to satisfy me."

Thanks Khole, my life has changed  with your open-mined karma and out look on true self awareness, You are a queen in my eyes and I'm bound to all you've taught me. Thank you for being amazing.
                                                                                              Aaron



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