Chapter 8

Wendy let me know when Shannon was ready. I came out and saw she had towels over her back and midsection. I could see she still had her full-size panties and bra straps showing.

I said, “Shannon, is it your left leg?”

She said, “Yes, it’s the calf muscle,” pointing to it.

I said, “I’m going to start out easy, so it feels better slowly. If I do it fast, it just aggravates the sore muscle. We don’t want that.”

She said, “No, I don’t want that.”

I picked up the supposed guilty leg and delicately stroked the calf muscles from her heel to knee. I then started using different techniques to work it over. She was happily sighing from time to time. I switched to the other leg and repeated everything.

After doing the right leg, I spent 5 minutes working on the right foot. Massaging each toe, rubbed her sole deeply and the arch and then worked the top of her foot from toes to ankle. I then switched and did the left foot. I could tell she loved it. All the while, Wendy had been explaining to her what I was doing.

After that, I started on her left leg again. I worked on two-thirds of her lower thigh and did not get near her naughty zone. I worked that muscle for quite a while. I don’t think she knew. I could clearly see her panty-covered camel toe between her legs. It was plainly visible and in high definition.

When I switched to the other leg, I could see her outer pussy lips had begun to puff out, and she was showing a damp spot. She had not said anything, so I slid to her right butt cheek and dug in a little.

“Shannon said, “No, you shouldn’t. My behind is nasty.”

Wendy said, “It’s not nasty. It’s just a part of your body. It would be best if you had this therapeutic massage to loosen up all your muscles. It will improve the quality of your life a great deal. When’s the last time you felt comfortable and relaxed?”

Shannon said, “Never.”

Wendy and I exchanged winks. This was all part of our plan, even the bullshit we were using on Shannon. The woman needed a pleasant sexual relaxation. She had over a decade of unsatisfied needs. He husband had only made it worse for her, much worse. She had been repressed so much that she was ready to burst. Better an orgasm than an angry fit where she lashes out.

Wendy said, “There you go then! It would help if you had this. You are way overdue. This is why Sam and I are always so happy and perky. Bill knows how to mellow us right out. We’re against drugs and booze to relax. This is way better, and you will feel more comfortable and content afterward.

I shifted to her side and opened her legs wider to massage the inside of her right thigh. I was enjoying this. I had put a jockstrap on to maintain a little decorum under my shorts. Her thighs were so fucking soft I spent a lot of time on them and her ass cheeks. From that position, I transitioned to the other thigh. I shifted over her, purposely dragging my body over hers. I started on the other thigh.

I went to town massaging both ass cheeks. I used the oriental chop motion and watched her cheeks jiggle and shake at what I was doing. I moved up to the back of her head. She was breathing hard enough that I thought she wanted a break. I don’t think she knew I had wound her sexual clock very tight.

She was getting antsy and wanted to get up and be finished, but Wendy told her we were only partway through. This was a long time coming, and stopping halfway would be ineffective. She needed to hang in there longer to get the best effect.

I gently pulled her ears, massaged her scalp, and then down the back of her neck.

Then I started on her back. The towel was in the way, and Wendy talked her out of the towel. I did each arm and hand and then her shoulder, and as I got to the bra, Wendy leaned over her and unsnapped it.

Shannon said, “Hey, I don’t want Bill to see my boobs. I think you guys are maybe getting naughty now.”

Wendy said, “Not at all. Bill needs to get at the muscles in the middle of your back. It’s all part of the lady known as Shannon. It’s just a body, dear. Everyone has one. It’s not a big deal.”

“I don’t know about this ... Ohh...”

I had really been digging in. I gently went down the middle of her back and pushed on each vertebra. A couple of them popped.

Wendy said, “See, didn’t that make you feel instantly a little better?”

She said, “Oh daayumn, it did feel so good when that spot in the middle popped.”

She needed this. She had so much tension inside her. I continued to work my way down her spine. Then I grabbed her butt cheeks and worked them over again. Eventually, I got a little lower. I accidentally pulled and tugged near her labia from her lower butt cheek area near her asshole.

I didn’t touch her pussy, but gently tugging at the nearby flesh gave her a sexy workout. Shannon said, “Ohh, umm, I didn’t know. Wow, this feels nice. Umm.”

I almost laughed out loud. I had to hold in my laughter. I knew I was gently masturbating her a step at a time. Wendy has a big smile. If Shannon only knew we were doing this on purpose. She would be mortified. She needed this, though. It was therapeutic.

I returned to her back and worked on both sides for a while using the oriental chop motion. You use both hands cupped together and gently use your hands to gently chop on her back muscles. Each finger vibrates during the chopping motion. It adds a quiet clop-clop sound as you go. Kind of a human vibrator.

Afterward, I used my hands together to pull and dig into her back. She was as limp as a dishrag when I was done with this part of the massage.

Wendy said, “Turn around, Bill. Shannon needs to turn over.”

I said, “OK,” as I moved to give her room.

Wendy said, “OK, she’s ready for the front. I could see Shannon was getting nervous again. There’s not much hidden under the towels.

I started on her face. It was next and would relax her again. Being n her back made her feel vulnerable. She was on her back with a towel lying loosely on her ample and soft breasts. Soft parts were evident on the sides of her tits. I wanted to reach out and manipulate those big ones right away. They looked to be very cushy, from what I could glimpse. I wanted to feel them a lot, to feel them, but I started on her face. That’s what was next.

“Oh!”

When massaging a face, you use your fingertips. Believe it or not, there are dozens of facial muscles. You have no idea how relaxing a gentle face massage can be. Working on the face delicately eases a lot of tension. She was almost asleep when I finished massaging her face and neck.

I started on the front of her shoulders and worked there. I went under the towel, not disturbing it, and worked on the muscles above her tits. I worked the armpit and just a little of the side boob area. I heard her breathing loudly. Panting anytime I got too close to her tits, she began settling down when I didn’t touch them. I did the other armpit and side boob. By now, she was half asleep again.

This was when I tricked her. I started on one arm, massaging my way down. I pulled and rubbed each dinger, her wrist, and the pads of her hands. Then I went back up that arm rubbing until I finished it.

I sat gently on the arm I had just done so I could reach over and do the other arm. She jumped at first but decided it was OK. She was getting very comfortable with me now.

Next, I massaged under her boobs and did the area on her side by her boobs. I worked on her tummy area. It was fun manipulating her flesh. She’s baby soft and like putty in my hands. I slid lower on her body, dragging my balls across her hand as I went further down. She kind of gently grabbed them as I went. OK, this is getting better.

I can tell someday, and she will be a responsive woman. We just needed someone to be nice to her. To give her a few rub-s-dub-dubs like this, to trick her out of her shell. Her parents, church, and George sure had her wound too tight.

Shannon was a victim of our leftover Puritan heritage. Men wanted sex, but most didn’t know how to make women happy or care. Most men were one-and-done quicky artists.

Few women knew how to seduce a man in such a way the man performed well for the woman. So she could cum. The myth was good girls don’t, and many males didn’t believe women could cum. A self-fulfilling prophecy.

Wendy and I, along with our books, had discovered sensuality and could go almost all night. Exciting your partner is great fun.

Wendy and I had talked. Wendy was going to offer Shannon the third bedroom. She could live with us when her time in her house had elapsed. We had talked about it. I was a bit too much for one woman. Wendy loved every sex act. The problem was she needed to tag out occasionally as I wore her tight little pussy totally out.

We had malice in our minds as we seduced Shannon. We thought, appropriately done, i.e., seduced slowly, we could entice her. To lure her in such a way that she would become our third.

Sam was an occasional nice change of pace, but she didn’t like sex very often. You had to catch her in the mood. I could get her into the spirit, but it was getting tiresome. Sam told me she didn’t like the smell of cum and the slimy feeling of having man-goo inside her. She had to be seduced, and if she had sex recently, you could not spin her up for several days after that. We felt Sam slipping away. It was only a matter of time before she left. She was financially well, and I had become an occasional sexual relief valve for her. I was uncomfortable with the current relationship.

When I got past Shannon’s belly button, I spent a lot of time gently working on the muscles there. I pushed the towel down an inch at a time as I worked. As I worked lower, I gently pulled her flesh upwards, so it tugged her outer lips. I would do the area on one side, then the other, and then go higher up for a while. I eventually put my hands under her panties and pulled them down partially. Wendy had already removed the towel.

To throw her off, I shifted to her left hip and started on her thighs from the front. I massaged the valley where her leg met her body. As I did that, I accidentally began to brush against her pussy lip with the back of my hand as I tugged at her turgid flesh. She’s puffing to beat hell now, not knowing what’s next. I looked into her eyes. They are squeezed tight. She looked like a trapped animal.

I shifted over to the other thigh, and she sighed deeply. I dragged my nuts across Shannon’s legs as I moved over her. I had my shorts on, but I knew this was just another way to ramp her up. Shannon’s eyes were tightly shut, and her panting was getting loud.

As I switched sides, Wendy moved above Shannon’s head and started to rub Shannon’s forehead and temples.

Meanwhile, I was remotely tugging her other pussy lip over to beat hell. Shannon’s legs were moving restlessly, and she constantly moaned loudly. I shifted and soon slid my hands under her panties and manipulated her outer lips directly. I really enjoyed her meaty pussy lips. I used my thumbs to pull her lips apart and let them go back together again. I did this to a steady stream of “Mmmm’s.” I moved the thumbs up and down against her lips, rubbing them together.

“Ohhhhhh.”

I had found a very meaty and plump cunt. It’s a big cunt, and it has plenty of juice in it as she’s flowing freely. I slipped a finger down her slit and got it wet, and transferred the moisture to her clit area. It was not showing yet. I kept dipping into her fountain of pussy juice as I worked over her clit area.