An Eventful Stopover

An Eventful Stopover

It was June and once again I was boarding a plane from New Zealand to visit my parents, other family and friends in the UK. The long journey was now an annual trip but it hadn't gotten any easier for all the times I'd done it.

16 hours straight from Auckland to Dubai, a short stop over and then onward. That first haul was a killer, particularly in economy.

In recent years I had flown with my husband and we made a holiday of it. But work commitments were keeping him home this year and I was making the journey myself.

Speaking to my close friend, Jane, in February about the trip she suggested I take a break in Dubai. It was certainly an attractive idea. We had always spent 2 hours in the airport and that's it but Dubai is renowned as a shopping mecca and the hotels are gorgeous.

'That's a great idea,' I said to Jane. 'Well,' said Jane, looking like a child with a guilty secret, 'if you do then stay at the hotel I stayed in with a girlfriend of mine last year. Book a massage and make sure you say that a friend of yours recommended the special massage.'

Jane finished with a sly grin and I was intrigued. Jane continued; 'It's a boutique hotel, aimed specifically at international travellers and only those in the know book there. Now you're in the know. I will email you the details.'

I wanted to know more about the massage but Jane said no, let it be a nice surprise. All she said was, it would be pleasurable and memorable.

The next day Jane's email arrived with the hotel details. I looked it up on line and it appeared to be unremarkable. Like all Dubai hotels it was modern and smart. The rates were neither cheap nor expensive and I thought you can't do better than a personal recommendation so I would book it.

I booked my flights first, with a two-night stopover in Dubai before travelling on to the UK. And then I booked the hotel. All straight forward.

I didn't give the mystery massage much more thought other than to think it would be just what I needed after such a long flight. I would arrive at the hotel, book the massage for the next day and then hit the sack.

I kissed my darling husband goodbye and boarded the Emirates flight to Dubai.

I'm a seasoned traveller and had flown by myself before so there was nothing daunting about the trip. In fact, I find air travel enjoyable. Watch a movie, have a nice meal and a few drinks, another movie and then try to catch some sleep.

Of course, that is the difficult part and I get nothing like my usual 8 hours. So, I arrived in Dubai and by the time I collected my luggage, got through customs and then taxied to the hotel I was about ready to drop.

The check in was smooth and I was just about to head to my room when I remembered the massage. I turned back to the reception desk and said; 'By the way, a friend of mine who had stayed here recommended I book a massage, a special massage. Do you have a time free tomorrow morning?' I asked.

The young woman, who I was surprised to notice was English, simply said; 'Certainly madam, will 10.30 be okay?'

'That will be fine,' I said, 'just charge it to the room'. The receptionist nodded and smiled at me. I headed off to the lifts and thought about that smile. Was it a knowing smile, was there a meaning there that I couldn't quite discern?

I was too tired to dwell on it and walked into the lift for a short ride to the third floor where my room awaited. Once inside, I gave it a quick check over and found it to be perfectly satisfactory. So far so good and best of all it was quiet. Just the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

It was mid-evening Dubai time, time for bed. I stripped off and crawled under the sheets. I stretched, enjoying the 'luxury' of being able to lay flat. Before long, I was sound asleep.

I woke early, as you do when your body is out of sync, but I had managed a full night's sleep. The bed was great and it was too early for breakfast so pulled out my ipad and continued with the book I was reading.

I read a wide variety of books and I read a lot. Some of the books are historical bodice rippers and I was reading just such a book now. It didn't take long before the heroine found herself in yet another compromising position.

She was a maid, tidying away the debris of an alcohol fuelled dinner party after the guests had gone and the Lord of the manor was the only other person in the dining room. As is typical of these situations, the maid thought the young sir handsome and debonair, and had she been on an equal footing socially she would have loved to press her ample bosom against his chest.

Of course, the Lord had no such qualms. A little worse for wear, his roving eye quickly settled on the pretty maid and her ample bosom. It wasn't long before he made his wishes clear and after a brief and rather futile attempt at removing herself the maid gave in, not only to the Lord but also her own carnal desires and they were at it like rabbits.

As sleepy as I was, all this action had a rousing effect on me and I slipped one hand under the sheet and between my legs. I gave my clitoris a few rubs and then slid a finger between by lips, where I was becoming noticeably wet.

I continued reading the action on the page, which was starting to be matched by the action under my sheet and then suddenly, for some reason, I thought of the massage. What did Jane mean with her sly smile and was there something knowing in the look the receptionist gave me.

In all the years I had been married, I had never strayed, except in my mind. We all have fantasies, even when we are making out with our partners, and I was no different. And I started to fantasise about the massage I would be having in just a few hours.

I hadn't watched much porn but when I did the massage scenes that were so commonplace on sites like PornHub were exciting. Particularly if they had a natural feel about them, with the client being an older woman, like myself, and being gradually enticed into sex with the much younger, incredibly handsome masseuse. As if she would never intentionally stray but what the hell, here it was on a platter, an incredibly exciting opportunity and no one else would know. Also, it would be a one off. It wasn't like starting an affair.

I shivered and realised my breathing had become short and sharp as I imagined the possibility. Don't be ridiculous I told myself. As if that is what Jane meant by special. And of course, there is my husband.

Our relationship was good, we got on fine. Sex was rare but then again neither of us were spring chickens and the candle of lust dimmed a long time ago. I did sometimes think about what it would be like to have it reignited by someone new but that was just a fantasy. I didn't ever entertain it as a serious thought and where would I even get the opportunity.

Opportunity. The massage fantasy from a few minutes ago started to resurface and I quickly pushed it away but just enough of it lingered to think... you never know.

I stopped with the under the sheet activity and decided to take a shower. If the massage wasn't special in the way I thought it might be, I could always return to my room and my book and let nature take its course.

The hotel had a pool and I thought I would take a dip in the afternoon so I reached for my razor for a tidy up. Nothing more embarrassing than a few stray pubic hairs escaping my swimsuit.

It was a long time since I had shaved all my pubic hair. My husband liked it that way and although I knew he did, I hadn't had a full shave for years. It was certainly itchy when it grew back but it was also reflective of where our sex life was at that point and frankly, I couldn't be bothered.

However, there was just enough of the massage fantasy still lingering to make me think I would make the effort this morning and so I started. It meant a much longer shower than usual but by the time I had finished, there wasn't a pubic hair in site and my lips stood out proudly.

I stepped out of the shower, dried off and massaged some moisturiser into the recently shaved area. It was smooth and supple to the touch. I wondered if anyone but me would be touching it.

I got dressed and headed down to breakfast. It was a wonderful buffet breakfast but I was careful not to overeat as my mind kept drifting away to the upcoming massage.

In the foyer of the hotel, there was a clothing shop selling a wide range of items for such a store, including underwear. My hand glided over the panties on the rack, somewhat surprised that in such a conservatively religious society the items on offer were so risqué. But as Jane said, this was a hotel very much aimed at the international traveller.

I had never been a fan of tiny panties, for me it was comfort over looks. But I was smooth as a baby's bottom down there and I might as well show it off if I get the chance so I picked a pretty pair of tiny knickers that I knew would only just cover my pussy lips.

With the panties in my handbag, I headed back to my room to put them on. Once again, my breathing was quickening.

I applied some light make up and put on my panties, admiring the look in the bathroom mirror, wondering if anyone else but me would be appreciating them today.

Otherwise, I dressed casually. After all, it was usual to undress privately down to your underwear and so there was no point wearing a short dress or plunging neckline. There was probably no point anyway I said out loud to myself.

I went downstairs to the spa where a young woman showed me to a small changing room. She explained I should strip to my underwear and then enter the massage room where I should slip under the single sheet lying on top of the massage table. She said the masseurs would be out soon.

Masseurs. Did I hear her correctly, that there would be more than one person? Oh well, I would soon find out. I walked into the room, which smelled pleasant and where relaxing music was playing quietly. I climbed up onto the massage table and slipped under the sheet, lying face down.

A few seconds later, I heard the door open and a strong masculine voice introduced himself as Adam and his partner as Zeke. Zeke said hello.

Sure enough, two of them and both men. I thought; Even if nothing happens other than a massage, this is still pretty exciting.

Adam reminded me that I had ordered the special massage and he said it would be relaxing and fulfilling and possibly a little different to other massages I had received. Interesting I thought, very interesting. I was quickly moving from relaxed to excited. Adam assured me that if he and Zeke did anything I was uncomfortable with I should say immediately and they would stop. That really got my mind racing.

Adam said that as both of them would be massaging me at the same time, it would be better if he could remove the sheet altogether. Although that left me with just my skimpy knickers barely covering my pussy let alone my bum, I nervously agreed.

He slipped the sheet off and two pairs of large, masculine hands began massaging warm oil into my shoulders and legs. Adam was working my shoulders, Zeke the souls of my feet and calves. I was in heaven and the dial moved a little, back to relaxed.

Both men worked for perhaps 5 minutes and just as I was thinking this was going to be a very enjoyable but largely conventional massage, their hands started to move. Adam's went south towards my buttocks and Zeke's moved north, towards my pussy.

My anticipation about where their hands might go moved the dial back towards excited and my heart felt like it might jump out of my chest. It wasn't long before Adam's hands reached the top of my crack and with no material covering by bum, he got to work on my buttocks.

It felt incredibly good in every way imaginable. But that was just a foretaste of what was to come because Zeke's powerful fingers were making their way up my thighs and with every pass of his hand, they came closer to caressing my pussy. And there, I felt it. No deliberate probing just the gentle tickle of his fingers as they 'accidentally' brushed my pussy lips.

I let out an involuntary sigh and spread my legs to allow Zeke easier access. I didn't care that from this angle, the material of the knickers wasn't covering my pussy but had instead slipped inside my lips, leaving them exposed. And that the material was soaking wet. I didn't know where all this was headed but I was excited to be along for the ride.

Just as I was hoping Zeke would slip his fingers inside my pussy, they both stopped and Adam asked me to turn over. This would fully expose my breasts and, through the wet material of the knickers, my pussy but I was beyond caring. I hadn't been this sexually excited... perhaps ever.

I rolled over and blinked as my eyes, which had been closed in joyous satisfaction, opened to see just who Adam and Zeke were. I almost gasped. Adam was blonde, late 20s, around 6'2'' and beautifully muscled. He was incredibly handsome, almost too handsome, and he was wearing just a pair of stylish sports shorts. His muscles rippled with every movement and his smile was both engaging and comforting.

Zeke was dark skinned with short dreadlocks. Dressed the same way, he was if anything more heavily muscled and what you would call, ruggedly handsome. He too was in his late 20s.

As I took in the sight of these two gorgeous men, Adam reached for the sides of panties and said to me; 'I don't think we need these anymore do we' and he began to slide them off. I lifted my bum to make it easier and just whimpered an okay.

Adam said; 'Just lie back and relax, this is the best bit'. I felt sure this massage was going to eclipse anything I had seen in porn and could hardly contain my excitement and thrill at the prospect.

Adam began massaging my neck and shoulders and quickly moved to my breasts, gently but firmly caressing them, with special attention given to my now rock-hard nipples. All pretence that this was a conventional massage had long gone and so I reached over to Adam's shorts and pulled at the elasticated waist band, hoping to free what appeared to be a sizeable cock.

The shorts came down easily and Adam wriggled a little to allow them to slide to the floor. Sure enough, Adam had a large and beautiful cock. I began to stroke it as he worked on my breasts and his cock was soon standing to attention, the large head oozing some precum and the veins standing out.

Adam bent down and kissed me, passionately. It was a bit unexpected; they don't kiss in porn, but Adam knew what a woman wants and I had never been loved by such an attractive man. Our tongues met and our breathing quickened as did my hand on Adam's cock. I pulled his cock closer, I wanted to taste his cum and take as much of it into my mouth as possible.

My lips wrapped around the head and then began to slide up and down his shaft. Adam was making short sharp movements, fucking my mouth with his cock.

At the same time all this had been happening, Zeke had quickly moved up my legs towards my pussy. I pulled my heels up the table and let my legs spread, to given him easier access. I could feel my juices running out of my pussy into the crack of my arse.

Zeke's fingers were expertly caressing my clitoris while with the other hand he slipped two fingers in and out of my soaking pussy. With the excitement of Adam fucking my mouth and Zeke fingering my pussy, I could feel an orgasm building. Then there was no stopping it as Zeke took my buttocks in both hands and set his tongue to work on my clitoris.

I began to thrust violently but Zeke kept his position and his tongue did its job, bringing me to the kind of orgasm I had so long ago it felt like having it for the first time. I had expected this to be the climax, so to speak, of the massage and for Adam to come in my mouth, which I had been hoping for.

But he simply slid his cock out of my mouth and without a word, swapped places with Zeke. Adam pulled me gently down the table so that my bum and heels were perched on the end. I was now in the perfect position for Adam to enter me with his rock-hard cock. I was sure I was spent but didn't care as this would still be enjoyable.

Adam rested the head of his cock on the lips of my soaking wet pussy and much to my surprise, I felt a fresh tingle of anticipation. He slid his cock up and down my pussy lips and then past them, into my pussy. There was no need to edge his huge cock in slowly, I was so ready for him. With the second thrust he was all the way in, his balls slapping against by arse. He felt soooo good and I began to think that although it was many years since I had had consecutive orgasms, I was about to experience that pleasure again.

Adam built up speed, thrusting hard and quick like only a young man can. Zeke had moved to stand beside my head as I watched Adam's cock slam into my pussy. I turned to look at Zeke, who was now naked, and I gasped as I saw his erect cock. I had seen black men's cocks in porn but never ever in real life had I seen anything half as big as Zeke's cock.

It wasn't just long; it was thick as well with veins popping out all over it as if they were about to burst. It too was a beautiful cock but I could hardly get my hand around it and I was glad it was Adam who was fucking me hard, not Zeke.

Zeke clearly wanted me to take his cock in my mouth and I wasn't sure I could but I was prepared to give it a go. Not much more than the head fitted but it was enough to make Zeke moan in pleasure. He moved his cock in and out of my mouth slowly and I could taste precum on my tongue.

It was so exciting to be blowing this monster cock whilst the beautiful Adam was working up a storm on my cunt. As my excitement grew, I sucked harder on Zeke's cock and he pushed more of it into my mouth. I could hear Adam building towards his own climax and I was doing the same.

My memory was faulty but what I could remember from the past was that the second orgasm was always much stronger than the first, if that was possible in this instance, and sure enough I could feel myself getting close. Just as Adam grunted with the first explosion of his cum into my cunt, my own orgasm began. It was so intense, I had to pull Zeke's cock out of my mouth for fear I would bite down on it. As it was, I grimaced and tensed, the orgasm vaulting from my pussy up into my stomach and down my legs. I doubted I had ever had such an amazing, intense orgasm.

I was panting as Adam pulled out. We both felt spent but what about Zeke, who had yet to come. I thought the least I could do was give him a blow job and moved to pull him closer to my head but instead he moved away and swapped with Adam.

Zeke placed the head of his cock on my lips and I looked at it with some horror. 'I don't think I can take Zeke', I said to Adam. Adam placed a hand on my head, gently caressing it and said; 'Don't worry, if you can't he will stop. Remember what I said at the start. But I've got a feeling you will surprise yourself. Its why I go first, to loosen you up so to speak.'

Adam was so reassuring and I relaxed, ready to see if I could handle Zeke and what new pleasures that might bring. Zeke moved his cock up and down my slit and then gently eased it into my cunt. To my surprise, it simply felt good. Adam was right, the fucking he had already given me made my pussy more receptive to Zeke's huge cock and his cum was also a lubricant.

Zeke started to ease his cock in gently, an inch at a time and it felt soooo... good. There was no need to check my memory this time, I knew I had never had a cock even close to this big and I had never felt so full. Soon Zeke had his entire cock inside my cunt and started slowly to slip it in and out.

Even after Adam, Zeke was stretching me but not in a painful way, in way that said why hadn't I tried a cock this big before. Zeke started to speed up and the feelings became more and more intense. I hadn't climaxed three times in a row since I was a teenager and that was a long time ago. But as Zeke's enormous cock caressed the inside of my entire cunt, I began to feel another orgasm build.

Adam cupped the back of my head with his left hand and with his right he held me tight against his stomach and chest. He then bent down and started to kiss me. Gently at first and then with more force, more lust and desire.

I responded in kind, urgently seeking his tongue whilst staring into the beautiful blue pools that were his eyes. Adam knew what a woman wanted and he was giving it to me. I had never 'made love' to such an attractive man and at the same time his handsome friend was pounding my pussy with his huge cock.

To have these two stunningly gorgeous men want me, to caress me, love me, fuck me - this was without doubt the sexual experience of my life. Zeke was going faster and faster and, if at all possible, even deeper and I could feel the impossible third orgasm building inside me. At the same time, Adam's kisses were becoming more passionate and urgent, working in time with Zeke's thrusts.

My orgasm was undeniable and just as I could hear Zeke shout yes, yes, yes as he shot yet more cum inside my cunt, my orgasm literally exploded up and down my body. Adam held me in his tight embrace whilst my body shuddered repeatedly and then went rigid as the orgasm subsided.

Zeke pulled out of me and thick cum oozed out of my swollen pussy, which was now a little sore. He gently mopped up the cum with a towel. Adam released me from his embrace and I lay shattered on the massage table.

Zeke came up and gently kissed me on the lips, telling me how special everything was and he then left the room. Adam held my hand while he told me no woman had come close to the sexual performance, he had just experienced. I didn't believe him but it didn't matter and he sweetly kissed me on the forehead and then left.

I swung my legs over the table and stood up. My hand grabbed the table as my legs wobbled, a little unsteady. I walked to the changing room and turned on the shower. As I rubbed my body and especially my pussy with a gentle, natural lotion I could barely believe what had just happened to me.

Jane had said the massage would be special but I couldn't have dreamed how special. This was the sexual experience of my life, providing me with sweet memories that would last the rest of my days.