Moglie riceve massaggio erotico con olio mentre ingoia il cazzo del fisioterapista davanti al marito

Title: “Delicate Touch, Erotic Bliss: The Sensual Art of Massage Therapy”

The setting is an upscale spa, where Marco, a respected physiotherapist, is tending to his client, Tara, on the massage table. Her husband, Luca, sits patiently in the waiting area, flipping through a magazine, unaware of the sensual secrets unfolding behind the closed door.

Marco begins with gentle strokes, his hands gliding over Tara’s sun-kissed skin, which has been coated in a thin layer of fragrant massage oil. His fingers knead the tension from her shoulders, trailing down her spine and coming to rest on her hips. Tara lets out a soft moan, and Marco leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear.

“Just relax, Tara,” he murmurs in a smooth Italian accent. “Let me take care of you.”

Tara nods obediently, her eyes fluttering shut as Marco’s hands continue their sensual exploration. He works his way down her body, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment. His thumbs caress the small of her back, tracing tantalizing circles along her skin.

As Marco’s hands slide between Tara’s thighs, separated by nothing more than a thin layer of lace, she arches her back, a gasp catching in her throat. The massage has taken on a decidedly erotic tone, and Tara feels a flutter of anticipation in her stomach. She steals a glance at Marco, noting the way his eyes have darkened with desire.

With a wicked grin, Marco hooks his fingers into Tara’s panties and slowly tugs them down her legs, revealing the delicate curve of her ass. He curses softly under his breath, marveling at her beauty. Without missing a beat, Marco begins to lavish Tara’s backside with attention, his oil-slicked fingers sliding between her cheeks.

Tara bites her lip, stifling a moan as Marco continues his massage. His fingers dip lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her legs. Tara reaches back, grasping his wrist, and guides his hand to her aching core. Marco’s fingers glide along her slick folds, circling her clit with maddening precision.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, Tara hardly registers the sound of the door opening. It’s not until Luca’s voice echoes through the room that she’s snapped back to reality. “Is everything alright in here?” he asks, a note of concern in his voice.

Tara flushes, struggling to sit up and cover herself. Marco, on the other hand, seems unfazed by Luca’s sudden appearance. He simply smiles, letting his hands fall away from Tara’s body. “Just giving your wife a much-needed massage,” he says smoothly.

Luca’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t protest further. Instead, he ushers Tara out of the room, shooting Marco a warning glare as he passes. Tara scurries out, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. She can feel Marco’s eyes on her as she goes, his gaze burning into her skin.

The next day finds Tara and Luca returns to the spa, ready for Tara’s next “massage.” Luca takes a seat in the waiting area, his mind filled with doubts and suspicions from the previous session. But Tara, too consumed by her lust, is too blinded to notice.

As soon as Marco begins his massage, Tara feels the tension melting away once again. This time, Marco wastes no time in advancing his massage to a more erotic level. Within minutes, his fingers are buried deep inside Tara’s soaked pussy, pumping in and out at a steady pace. Tara moans shamelessly, grinding herself onto his fingers.

Marco senses his chance. Removing his fingers from between her legs, he unbuttons his pants, letting his impressive cock spring free. Tara’s eyes widen at the sight of it, but her desire wins out over any hint of hesitation. She positions herself on her knees, ready to take Marco’s cock into her mouth.

As Luca waits outside, blissfully unaware of his wife’s infidelity, Tara’s sucking intensifies. Marco groans in pleasure, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides her head up and down his shaft. Tara chokes and slurps, savoring the salty musk of his precum.

Lost in a haze of lust, Tara fails to hear the door open once again. But this time, Luca immediately registers the sight before him – his wife, on her knees, bobbing her head along Marco’s rigid cock. Rage and humiliation surge through him, but they are overwhelmed by a perverse sense of arousal.

Queen moans louder as Marco’s thrusts grow more forceful, his balls slap obscenely against her chin. The slick, wet sounds of their coupling fill the room, punctuated by Tara’s muffled moans. Luca watches, transfixed, as Marco’s cock disappears between his wife’s lips over and over again.

Marco grunts with pleasure, his grip on Tara’s hair tightening as he plunges into her mouth one last time. His cock throbs, and with a guttural moan, he empties his seed down Tara’s eager throat. Tara swallows greedily, savoring the taste of Marco’s hot, salty cum.

As Marco pulls away, Tara wipes her mouth with a satisfied sigh. Luca, still silent, watches as his wife licks away every last drop of Marco’s spendings from her lips. Tara then pleasures herself to an earth-shattering orgasm on the massage table, her pussy gushing with raw juices, as Marco and Luca take turns savoring her delicious fluids.

In the aftermath of their illicit tryst, Tara, Marco and Luca colluire together, plotting their next meeting. They leave the spa, no better than before, yet with a newfound understanding of each other’s deepest fantasies.