Frankenmuth, Michigan is a conservative, old tourist town built by the local German community and is popular with the senior crowd. Everything is themed around things German; the food, architecture and many shops sell cuckoo clocks, bratwurst and other prussian knick knacks. One claim to fame is the largest Christmas store in the world, full of every ornament and string of lights you can imagine.
They don’t have shit for nightlife, though. I’ll get to that in a minute.
Frankenmuth has been trying to upscale their image with “getaway” day spas and we had booked a couples massage at one of the more popular ones. It was our first year anniversary and we were treating ourselves.
We were met by our two younger masseuses, Deb and Heather, at the front desk and they went through the litany of questions about occupations, medications, surgeries and sore spots. All morning I had been asking clerks in town about any bar with a band that we could party with that night and always got the same reply, “I don’t know”.
As we were led to the massage room, I was joking around with the girls about stuff and asked about a party spot for the night. Deb saw my occupation as a musician on my form and asked if I was playing in town. Nope, just here for the beer and a rubdown. My wife is pretty cool about my childish, harmless flirting with clerks and we were all laughing. We were then led into the small massage room.
Nice music, aromatherapy candles and two massage beds were waiting for us and the girls asked us to disrobe and get into the beds while they left the room. My wife and I got naked and I couldn’t resist sneaking over to her bed and start sucking on her nipples and rubbing her pussy, telling her how I wished we could be alone for a long time for her tongue massage. Giggle, giggle.
The girls walked in shortly. Deb was about 25 years old and was a brunette cutie with a pair of very healthy breasts. Petite, little Heather had that “look” in her eyes; an experienced gleam paired with that “runaway teenager” appeal, although she was in her mid twenties, too. She reminded me of Sandra Berhardt. Both girls were very attractive and had a great sense of humor, as both my wife and I were making jokes about our first couples massage.
We were both on our bellies as the massages started and I looked up to see that I had Deb as my masseuse. She worked my upper back and neck with her warm, oiled hands and I couldn’t resist softly moaning when things felt especially good. Later, my wife told me I sounded like she was giving me one of her outstanding blow jobs. Can’t help it.
As Deb worked me over, I could feel her soft breasts rub against my hips and thighs and I started to get a chubby. When I peeked at my wife, Heather was working her lower back and top of her ass. She saw me watching and gave me a big smile, leaning forward and over my wife’s backside, all the time looking into my eyes with that gleam of hers. Yikes! I was now getting turned on for real and I returned my face into the round hole to look at the floor. Of course, I started to fantasize and all sorts of scenarios were running through my mind. I was now sporting full wood and started to get a little nervous about turning over.
Well, the time came and over I turned, trying to be sure the sheet would crumple in the right spot to hide my pole. Deb immediately straightened the sheet and it was obvious that a tent was formed. I was pretty embarrassed and at the same time excited, my blood boiling.
My erection was quickly fading to a chub from my nervousness and I was relieved. I looked over to see Heather placing a warm towel over my wife’s eyes and forehead and, again, she caught my eyes and smiled... a little mischievously this time.
Deb had strategically moved the sheet off of my left leg, leaving my package covered and had started massaging my feet and shins, working her way up to my thighs. I’m 6’4” so she had a lot of ground to cover. I was wondering what she was thinking about my stiff dick as she worked my inner thigh and my pole started to rise again. Oh my god! I thought. And without warning I felt Deb’s pinky touching my balls under the sheet as she worked. An accident, I’m sure. Suddenly the sheet was lifted and I felt cool air against my rising cock and balls. I was unleashed!
I looked up at Deb and she lifted her left index finger to her lips with a silent shhhhh. I could only gulp and quiver, shooting a glance over to my wife, whose eyes were completely covered in the warm, wet towel. Heather smiled at me and also gave me the shhhhhh!
I now watched Deb’s eyes as she stared at my throbbing, purple cock and slowly reached out with her oiled right hand and wrapped it around my shaft. Slowly she started that familiar pumping action and I lifted my head to watch her skillfully manipulate my foreskin and head of my cock. I glanced back at Heather to see her staring at my cock across the room, smiling as she massaged my wife’s front shoulders and arms.
I laid my head back and enjoyed this heavenly experience. Deb’s left hand was now deep between my thighs and was tickling my taint and balls. Her right hand was working my shaft ever so slowly up and down, stopping for a moment to add more scented oil to my glistening cock. I never felt so hard!
i looked up and found Deb’s eyes. She smiled at me and gave me a silent little kiss, then glanced over to Heather, who was looking like a hungry animal, the way she was staring at my cock, then at my eyes. These two girls were fucking with my mind and my cock and I was loving every minute of it.
Not only was the slowness of the hand job a wonderful, sexy sensation, but it was silent. I was worried about my wife hearing the sound of oily skin on skin and Deb seemed to be expert at this silent treatment. She then started to playfully tap the top side of my cock with her right fingertips as her left hand’s thumb and index finger were wrapped around the base of my shaft like a cock ring. I was like steel and she began to trace my cock head with her fingertips.
I looked up at her again to find her smiling with her mouth slightly open, licking her lips when she caught my eye. I looked over at Heather and she now blew me a kiss and smiled, watching Deb play with my cock like a kid with a new toy.
I laid back again and Deb began her stroking with more authority now, obviously waiting for the big finish. I did not disappoint as I let myself go and felt streams of hot cum pump onto my chest and belly, a gusher. Her hands did not stop and I’m sure they were covered in cum as she slowed her stroke and firmly squeezed the last drops of jizz from me.
It was hard as hell to remain quiet through all of this and my breathing, I’m sure, was greatly exaggerated. I thought, OMG, OMG, OMG! Deb had a towel now and wiped up my cock, belly and chest. I looked up a her and mouthed a “thank you” with a big smile as she covered my dwindling dick with the sheet. Glancing at my wife, I saw Heather smiling and removing the towel from her eyes to continue the massage.
The rest of the massage was unbelievably relaxing, as you could have guessed, and my wife mentioned the vibrant color of my face afterwards. Both girls smiled and winked at me as we left and nary a word was spoken about the activities on the massage beds. I can’t wait to go back now.
