My wife Kara is full of surprises. Things can be going along on a nice comfortable routine, and suddenly she’ll pull a rabbit out the hat. My life with her is never boring, that’s for sure, and it adds a special zing to our relationship. She waits until I least expect it, and then springs something completely new on me.
There is absolutely no way I could have guessed what she had pl
anned for me last week. Wednesday evening is always our date night. We’re both busy, so we make a point of putting everything else aside and making time for each other on Wednesdays. We take turns picking a movie or a favorite restaurant or sometimes just a long walk if the weather is nice. It keeps us close sharing our special Wednesdays every week and it’s something we’ve both come to cherish.
When I headed home from work last week, I knew we would be going out but I didn’t know where. It was Kara’s turn to choose. I was looking forward to whatever our getaway was, just like always. I was hungry, and I was hoping she made reservations at a new restaurant we had talked about.
When I turned the key in the front door, Kara was standing there in the entryway, waiting to greet me. She had a big smile on her face and she looked terrific. She said hi, gave me a big kiss and asked me how my day was. I told her it was a lot better now that I was home with her. I wrapped my arms around her and teased her, asking where she was taking me for dinner that night and saying that they better have good food because I was hungry.
A mischievous smile played across Kara’s face. She said she was pretty sure I’d like where she was taking me, and then she took my hand and led me through the living room. I kept questioning her, asking what the plan was, when were we leaving, was she driving or was I? She grinned, and pulling me toward the bedroom told me to be patient and just follow her.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to head to the bedroom with my wife anytime. But this was Wednesday. We were supposed to be going out, and I had been looking forward to it. But she looked so proud of herself that I played along. I asked her if she had another one of her surprises planned for me, and she nodded. I pressed her for details but she toyed with me, reminding me that if she told me it wouldn’t be a surprise at all, would it? I was to hush up and follow her.
She led me by the hand into the bedroom, but we didn’t stop when we got there; she led me through and kept going. I must admit I was really curious at this point. The idea of a surprise is always stimulating, and it was already beginning to work on me. I followed her through the French doors and outside to our yard, where the pool area was lit with candles. Were we going swimming, I wondered? Not exactly what I would have chosen, but I was game if that’s what she wanted to do. But she didn’t stop at the pool either. She led me by the hand around the pool to the cabana in the back of the yard. She pulled back the curtain, and inside was an awesome surprise.
The cabana smelled of incense and glowed warmly with soft candlelight. There was a massage table set up in the middle, and standing behind it was the most beautiful Asian woman I’d ever seen. Her caramel skin glowed in the candlelight. She wore a fragrant white flower behind her ear, highlighting her long wavy black hair. She had on a turquoise swimsuit that accented her shapely figure.
Wow! This was not what I expected in our backyard! The woman acknowledged me by sensuously stroking a long white ostrich feather across her chest. She wielded it with a flourish, beckoning to me to come forward.
I was speechless for a moment, trying to take it all in. I asked my wife Kara what this was all about. She grinned and said, “Happy Birthday, Baby.” I was taken aback. It wasn’t actually my birthday for few more days and I thought we would be doing the usual cake-and-candles thing over the weekend. But I was definitely up for celebrating early, especially with this set-up. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a movie set. Kara had cast me as the star of this scene and I was ready for my role. Grinning from ear to ear I said, “Thank you Kara. This looks amazing.”
She introduced me to Chandi, the masseuse. She told Chandi to take good care of her man, and then walked out of the room, leaving me alone with this gorgeous woman. Now, I’m a typical hot-blooded male, and the first thought that flashed across my mind was that maybe I was in for a threesome. At this point, I was in for the ride, wherever it took me. Chandi said she was ready to get started. She asked me to take off my clothes lay down on my stomach on the table. Okay, I figured, she’s the boss. I’ll do what I’m told and see where it goes. Knowing my wife had planned this scenario for me added an unusual spice to the mixture. A little shiver ran through me.
I was happy to obey Chandi, and was out of my clothes and stretched out on the table before her in a hot second. Chandi told me to close my eyes. She gently and slowly stroked the long white ostrich feather from my heels to my head. It tickled a little but felt wonderful. She used a soft touch and I could feel my muscles relaxing immediately. After covering the length of my body several times with the soft feathery strokes, she switched it up a bit. I wasn’t sure what she was using now because I kept my eyes closed, but she replaced the feather for something a little more bristly. It too felt wonderful.
Chandi continued stroking up and down my body with three or four different textures, each one getting progressively rougher. Eventually she was stroking me with a brush that had a coarse surface like a small wide broom. She swept it along the length of my body and my skin tingled beneath it. It felt like she was sweeping all the day’s stress right out of me. It was very stimulating. All the nerve endings on my skin were alive.
I exhaled, letting go of everything but this sensual feeling. Chandi moved on from the soft sweeping strokes. She rolled a pair of small wooden wheels over my muscles, applying gentle pressure that rolled the stress out of me. After she massaged up and down my back with the wooden wheels, she slowly and softly rubbed warm oil into my skin. I felt like I was melting. She rubbed and kneaded me from top to bottom, her touch very soothing. She was a superb masseuse; I felt my whole being become mellow and aware. The aroma of the incense was mild and the atmosphere was relaxing and invigorating at the same time.
Chandi’s agile hands moved down from my back, deftly kneading my butt and thighs. As she worked on me, I felt a spark simmering between my legs… but I knew I had to control it, because just then Chandi had me roll over onto my back. She slowly coated the front side of my body with oil, working from my chest down to my feet. Her fingers rolled and kneaded my flesh until I felt like I was floating.
My dick was resting on my groin, and up to now had been on its best behavior. But Chandi put me to the test when she lifted it and rubbed oil over it. She held it gently but firmly, massaging it with the same expert technique she used on my muscles. It was too much for me, fueling the flames that were already simmering beneath the surface. I opened my eyes and watched Chandi stroking my dick, and I couldn’t control my thoughts… I saw erotic images of making love to her.
I reached out and tested the waters, gently cupping her ass. Chandi placed my hand back on the massage table and softly that I should save that for my wife. She gave me a knowing little smile. I knew she was right. I closed my eyes and she continued massaging me while I drifted off on a cloud of tranquility.
Moments later there was a change of pace. I felt another pair of hands get in on the action. Kara had joined us again, massaging my chest while Chandi worked on my thighs. It was highly erotic having two beautiful women center their concentration on making my body feel great. I was one lucky man! Kara slid her hands down my chest and slowly stroked my abs, moving lower and lower until she was massaging between my legs. This time there was no controlling the energy surge that shot down my body… my wife knew exactly how I liked it.
Kara smiled and asked me if I liked my present. How could I not? I told her it was wonderful and that this might be my best birthday present ever. She said I deserved something special and was glad to see me so relaxed. She wanted me to lay back and enjoy it.
She started stroking my dick, her soft hands sliding along my oiled skin. I reached up and pulled the strap of her negligee down off her shoulder. Her voluptuous breast bounced out and more than filled my hand. I played with her nipple, feeling it become erect between my fingers. I don’t remember seeing Chandi leave, but Kara and I were alone now. She stripped off her negligee and climbed up onto the massage table with me. Leaning over, she sucked my dick into her mouth. Kara knows that watching her savor me makes me want to get between her legs, and tonight was no exception.
I tried to control myself as she sucked it in, took it out, licked it and kissed the tip. I was growing harder by the minute and dying to make passionate love to my wife. I asked her if I could have some dessert. She said I could have whatever I wanted, and suggested we move out to the Jacuzzi. I rose up from the massage table, suddenly feeling energized, and pulled her close. I rubbed my dick between Kara’s legs and she responded by placing my hand back on her warm breast. She kissed me deeply, and gazing in my eyes wished me a happy birthday.
She took my hand and led me out to the Jacuzzi. I stepped down into the water and Kara followed. Turning her back to me she leaned over, slowly sliding onto my hard and ready dick. I spanked her butt and thrust into her. It felt incredible, and she wiggled her butt at me, letting me know she liked it and wanted more. I gave her another gentle slap, and each time I spanked her backside she tightened her pussy around my dick. She was tight as a drum and pounding onto me in her own sexy beat.
I bent forward over her butt and reached around to massage her clit. Kara was quivering. I was so worked up from the massage that I knew I wouldn’t last long. Every bone in my body was engaged and every nerve was tingling. The smell of the incense-filled cabana, the sensuous touch of the feathers, and the sight of my beautiful wife joining in to massage me all filled my head. I heard Kara’s moans and kissed her soft sweet skin, tasting her desire. All my senses were full and ready to burst.
When I climaxed I heard cymbals, crashing our final chord. My body tensed, tightening against Kara. I was spent by the unexpected sexual sweetness of the evening.
Kara and I slowly slid back into the warm, bubbling water. I kissed her deeply, in love and appreciation. All I could think of to say was to ask her if I could have a birthday every week.
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Men are very visual. They are affected by what they see, and therefore by what you look like, which is one reason it’s important to try to look your best for your man. It shows him that he’s important to you, and that you want to look good for him. We all know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, which is why it’s also important to be yourself, and know that what you are will be perfect for the right man. Ask ten men what first attracts them in a woman, and you’ll get ten different answers…
“White t-shirt and jeans. That's sexy.”
“I think it's physical attractiveness to begin with.”
“I'm definitely a leg man. I love legs.”
“I tend to like women with dark hair and dark eyes... Spanish or Asian women.”
“I like tans. “
“Face, skin, but mostly eyes. Eyes and lips, I guess.”
“I love tall women.”
It’s not just what you look like, but what you do, that can turn a man on. Men like to watch. Delving deeper into men's minds and men's fantasies, we asked some specific questions about their secret desires with their partners. For instance, do you ever masturbate with your partner?
“I think it's an incredible turn-on to watch women masturbate.”
“It could be awkward at first. But it might be exciting.... something to try.”
“To me, it's an incredible turn-on to watch my wife masturbate. But I honestly don't know if she likes to watch me, too.”
Carl tells how much he enjoyed it when his girlfriend felt comfortable enough to let him watch…