Getting Married tomorrow. Chapter 2

Getting Married tomorrow. Chapter 2

Joy slugged down her drink and asked if would get her another. “Sure.” I replied, “But start going easy on the booze. I have been making these quite strong and mellow is OK but getting sloshed is going to ruin your night.”

I showed her to the room and told her to get up on the table and relax, but to keep the robe on till I got back, as she didn’t want to get cold. I went to the kitchen and while mixing up the Vodka, Trixie came in and told me she had phoned Ivan, he was still up at the radio station and that he would come in. I was a bit upset, Ivan & I had shared a couple of girls before, and he had told Trixie about this one night. She seemed to think that Joy deserved a twosome for her last night. I didn’t really want to share Joy, and I certainly didn’t want Ivan to turn up and blow what was looking to be a pretty fantastic night. I mean she may freak out if another person turned up, you usually sounded out these things before dropping them in the situation. She had never had another guy other than her husband to be, let alone two. Also Ivan was an arse man; he loved fucking girls up the arse, I very much doubted she was going to go for that.

I wandered back down to the room wondering what to do. These rooms all had narrow windows above the door, which let light in from the hallway. The halls were brightly lit and so Trixie had placed shear curtains over the windows, a different colour in each room, which with the room lamps gave a nice subdued lighting effect. I saw that she was lying of her back with her eyes closed. I put the drink down and opened the robe revealing her amazing body and told her to roll over.

“Oh! I thought the promise of a massage, was just to get me in here alone.” She said.

“Well there was a bit of that in it, but I am going to give you the best massage you have ever had.”

“That’s big talk; I have professional massages after the Polo games.”

“Just lie there and relax. You stuffed things up by making me come in the Spa; I take a bit of time to get up to attention again.”

I poured some oil on my hands and started kneading the mussels at the back of the neck and moved down her back, searching out any tight knots. When I got into the lower back and moved onto her butt mussels, she said that maybe I did know what I was doing, and where did I learn it. So I told her about a girl I used to know that was a proper medical masseuse and that she had taught me her techniques so I could massage her. As I was talking I moved back up and worked on the knots I had found. We were quiet for about ten minutes, and then she came out with – “I don’t think I will be able to take all of you. Brian is quite small and it hurts when I have sex with him. I think I must be very small or something.”

“I have never had problems with any girl regarding size. I think maybe you have just not been ready. Does he get you lubricated, or is it Wham Bam Thank you Mam?

“I know this will sound strange to you, but we haven’t done it much. He always wanted to wait until we got married, so he is a bit anti and yes he rushes it. He says it will be 100% better when we are married.”

“I don’t think being married has anything to do with good sex. In fact everything I read and hear it can be worse. I hope this is not the case for you. But put your mind at rest about the size of a penis. There is an old saying – The size of the Willie doesn’t matter…It is the way you waggle it about. But I always think that was made up by guys with small willies and if you have a bigger one, you don’t need to waggle it as good. Anyway, I am not that large, a bit bigger than most of my mates, but I have seen a couple that were a good 2 or 3 inches longer than mine.”

“Help, how could any girls take that?”

“Yes, I wonder at that too, but the two guys I am thinking of always seem to be in demand.”

I had moved to her butt and was massaging down each side and letting my fingers drop inside her legs, then running my hands back to the top, letting my thumbs part her arse checks then down the side again and thumbs deeper between her legs, just brushing the sides of her pussy.

Joy was squirming around, every time I got near her pussy. So I moved down and started on her legs.

“Oh that was getting good; I don’t think the legs need doing.”

“I want this to be good and for that I need you to beg for it.”

“I think I may need some more drink to do that.”

“Well you had better concentrate, because I’m not letting you have any more yet.”

I got more oil on my hands and went right down to her toes, then back up the insides of her legs and gave her snatch a squeeze at the top with my thumbs.