Swinging Saved Our Marriage by Kirsten McCurran Page A

harder. At least when she was on her stomach, Kyra had the illusion of hiding her nudity. But now she was face up, and she felt totally exposed. Sunny told her how beautiful she was, then poured another bucket of hot water over her, only slowly this time. The water hitting her sensitive mound made Kyra jump and she was sure she saw Sunny smile. Sunny laid the bucket aside and worked on Kyra’s front with the mesh sponge. She first scrubbed Kyra’s legs, then skipped to her tummy, arms and neck. Being scrubbed clean was almost as relaxing as being massaged, but Kyra could not truly relax. Her heart raced whenever Sunny’s hand strayed close to her breasts or pussy. It was confusing, because no woman had ever stirred these feelings in her or touched her like that before. Sunny worked the mesh sponge over Kyra’s breasts, letting it graze her thick, sensitive nipples. There was no hiding Kyra’s reaction. She bit her lip, but couldn’t suppress her moans or heavy breathing. The mesh sponge was soft, but had enough texture to drive Kyra crazy when it rubbed across her nipples. She whimpered, closed her eyes and focused on enjoying the sensations, rather than who was causing them. Sunny took time to wash—really wash—Kyra's breasts, then moved down and lightly rubbed Kyra’s mound with the mesh sponge. She applied just enough pressure to make Kyra cry out, but when Kyra thought she was going to go over the edge, Sunny laid the sponge aside and poured water over her naked body again. “You so sexy,” Sunny told her.
    Kyra wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand on her own when the girl took her hands and helped her to her feet. Sunny thoroughly dried her and then wrapped a fresh towel around Kyra, then took her back to the massage room.
    Ethan had slipped back into his boxers while Kyra was off with Sunny. He was going crazy thinking about what might be going on. He did not want to miss a second of his wife with the pretty Asian girl. When they came back into the room, Kyra’s dreamy expression told him that more than just washing went on in the shower room. His wife was glowing and she seemed shaky on her feet. Kyra flashed him a quick smile when Sunny removed her towel, then she lay face down on the massage table. Ethan laid Kyra’s clothes on the floor with his and took the wicker chair.
    “You like oil?” Sunny asked.
    “Yes,” Ethan answered for his wife. Kyra looked over at him and smiled. He could tell she was enjoying this even more than he was.
    “That’s cold,” Kyra giggled when Sunny drizzled baby oil along her spine.
    Sunny removed her bikini top and smiled at Ethan over her shoulder. The masseuse was a pro and understood who this was really for. She slicked her hands with the baby oil and worked her fingers into Kyra’s back. Kyra’s arms were crossed under her head, which was turned to the side so she could watch Ethan. Kyra closed her eyes, though, whenever Sunny touched one of her more sensitive areas. Sunny worked her way down Kyra’s back in less time than she took with Ethan. She was caressing more than she was massaging. From the little coos and moans coming from Kyra, he knew his wife was quite enjoying her rubdown. He enjoyed it as well. His cock throbbed and he rubbed it through his boxers, leaving a big wet spot in the front. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. It was like a jolt of pure ecstasy right into his nervous system. Sunny worked her way up his wife’s legs, then rubbed that ass he liked so much. Kyra squirmed when Sunny’s fingers dipped between her cheeks, slick fingers gliding over well-oiled flesh.
    When Sunny slipped a hand between Kyra’s thighs, his wife parted her legs and closed her eyes. The look on his Kyra’s face almost made Ethan cum, and he took his boxers down before he made a mess. He could not see exactly what Sunny was doing, but he could guess by the way her arm moved and Kyra’s loud moans. She buried her face in her arms, and Kyra worked her