Fantasy phone sex turns me on and my latest fantasy came true. My husband buys me massages at the country club spa. Zach, the new guy comes in. I hear him say in a slight southern twang, “Hi, I’m Zach. I will be doing your massage today.” I open my eyes and see light green eyes twinkling at me and a crooked smile under the neatly trimmed beard. His long, blonde, wavy hair is pulled up in a professional man bun. My pussy has an explosive reaction to the sight of him and starts to tingle and flood.
He tells me he is a retired relief pitcher for the Atlanta Braves. He chose massage therapy to help people heal after sports injuries like his. His white scrubs show his huge cock straining at the seams. I hold my finger up to my lips and say “Shhhhhhh.” I guide his head down to my honey pot and he puts his mouth on my pussy. He licks my clit so hard, that I squeal, orgasm, and squirt all over the table. I suck his cock and deep-throat him until he cums violently in my mouth. After coming back to reality, Zach cleans me up, kisses me on my forehead, and says, “Take as long as you need.” As expected, he will be getting a huge tip from my husband and I will be a regular on his schedule.