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With Robin's mother totally out of the picture, the first thing we wanted to do was an after-wedding dinner for Robin's father, brother and sister and for my parents with my two sisters. To do so, I first had to call my mother and explain the whole situation, which was not that easy. It was kind of complicated because first of all she was not aware that we already married. She was a bit disappointed we had "secretly" married, but could understand our motives. She then had problems believing her own ears about Robin's mother and the following statement of Robin's father. She had experienced the authoritarian behavior of Robin's mother and admitted she didn't like it. Anyway, when she heard it was going to be an after-wedding dinner at our house, she immediately offered her help.
-Mum... you are not invited to come and work ! Anyway, we are going to ask for a caterer for that day so that we as well can stay at the table instead of being busy in the kitchen, but thanks for the offer.
Meanwhile, Robin was on a roller-coaster of emotions with his father's statement about the adoption. Thinking about it thoroughly he came to the conclusion it had to be true. There was no resemblance whatsoever with his siblings. What he knew was that he loved his father, his brother and sister and that he didn't want to change that in anyway. It surely helped a lot to ban his mother from his life. In a certain way he felt closer to his family although he had a nagging feeling about his biological parents. His big question was if he had more biological brothers or sisters. Was there a kind of other family he didn't know of ? His birth certificate didn't mention that of course. He just had a woman's name, but it wouldn't help a lot because that name was Smith ! How many people had that name ? The place of birth wouldn't help either as he was born in the biggest city of the country. His brother Ryan clearly stated he was not interested in finding his biological family. Rita was more emotional about it all. We knew for certain that she would research every bit of information she had. Their father, Richard, had offered all the possible help if any of his children wanted to find their biological family.
Richard felt so guilty that he had followed his now ex-wife's orders. The only positive result of all this, was that they were even closer to each other and Robin felt really happy with that. It was as if he had a new father who finally was freed from this ex-wife's grip. It was as if he finally could be himself. He actively searched for a new apartment. He didn't want a house. He said he didn't need anything so big. We spread the news to as many friends and acquaintances to help him find what he was looking for. It was Randy who came up with the perfect solution. There were apartments on top of our medical center and one of them was for sale. Richard and I went to visit it and he was immediately smitten by it. He would have to refurbish it and buy new furniture and that was no obstacle for him. Robin was happy with his father's choice as Richard would live above the medical center and have us close by in case he needed it.
After all the events of the passing weeks, Robin finally found some peace again. It had been stressful and we thought that a weekend away would do us a lot of good. We opted for a resort that had a spa, leaving on a Friday night and coming back on the Sunday in the late afternoon. It had in and outdoor swimming pool, Finnish sauna and steam room and offered massages as well for individuals as for couples. The restaurant was highly recommended and the rooms were luxurious. It was only a two hours drive from home. We booked a full spa-circuit for the Saturday.
After arriving and checking-in we indulged in a fine gourmet dinner and had an early night after a full week of a lot of work. We woke-up full of energy and before breakfast we went for a swim in the heated pool, creating a healthy appetite. To digest the breakfast, we started our circuit with a session in the Finish sauna, alternating with the steam room and a dive in the refreshing outside pool. We had our massage as a couple just after lunch and a short siesta. The massage room was so cosy and had a really relaxing atmosphere. The girl at the reception desk of the spa led us to that room, telling us to undress and lay down on the two massage tables. Our masseurs would be in very shortly as soon as we were ready.
Robin and I laid down on our belly with just a towel over our naked asses. Two masseurs came in, both of African origin with really very dark skin and very handsome in their white shorts only. We were looking at each other and winked, thinking we were in for a strengthful treatment as their arms were really muscular. We were in for a surprise as their hands were soft as velvet. I thought they had to be twins as their movements on our bodies were identical. It was obvious these two gorgeous men were used to work together. They started at our shoulders and worked their way down our backs. It was so relaxing. I was almost afraid to fall asleep and miss the great sensations on my body.
Simultaneously they removed the towels covering our asses and we felt quite exposed, but didn't really care. The massage of our ass-cheeks was sensual and I even felt a bit aroused. They then traveled down along our legs and gave us the most wonderful feet massage. When I felt my foot disappear in my masseur's mouth, I opened my eyes and saw that Robin was receiving the same treatment. I winked at him, telling him silently that it was ok. The tongue that played with my toes was an expert one, knowing exactly what it was doing. They had to know what they were doing, exciting our horniness. I certainly felt my manhood grow although it was pressed against the towel on the massage table. I could easily suspect Robin was feeling the same.
They took their time to come-up again, massaging with more strength our claves and thighs. The massage turned into full kneading of our ass-cheeks and even spreading them. Our rosebuds were there for the world to see. I didn't think it was foreseen in the massage as I felt my masseur's hot breath on my ass. To be able to feel that, he had to be very close... and close he was as I suddenly felt a warm tongue on my puckered hole. I looked at Robin and it was he who winked at me this time. We both loved rimming and it was already too late to stop these two black men. The simple licks turned into French kisses on our holes. I felt my heartbeat going faster and even my breath became somewhat ragged.
From that moment on, the massage was a lot less with their hands. It was their tongues that did the work, eating out our asses and even adding fingers from time to time, slowly but determined to relax our muscles as much as possible. The massage turned to caresses from shoulders to feet and back several times before they asked us in unison to turn over. We didn't know how or when they had removed their shorts. Yes, Robin and I had both Erections with a capital E. The masseurs pushed our legs apart, making them fall down from the table. Then they got on the table on their knees between our open legs. They started a massage just above our knees, coming up to our chest and neck, avoiding to touch our cocks, but grazing our balls. Our cocks were throbbing, making little jumps up and down. When Robin's masseur grazed his nipples, I could hear a distinct and loud moan coming out of Robin's throat. I knew that moan ! It didn't prevent the masseur to go on, on the contrary.
Their hands were doing some miracles on our skin, waking up every nerve ending and exciting every hormone we had inside. I was so hard, it almost hurt, but I wasn't about to stop that ebony God. The hot breath I had felt on my ass, was now on my cock and balls. I knew what was coming, but it surprised me nonetheless when I felt my cock disappear in that hot mouth and those lips wrap themselves around my shaft. It is known that black guys normally seen have big cocks, with the result they also have deep throats. It was indeed true as my cock disappeared completely in my masseur's throat. He was an expert sucker and used his throat-muscles fully to give me as much pleasure as was humanly possible. The work of their mouths and lips were absolutely perfect and I was afraid I would reach orgasm too soon. By squeezing the base of my cock, he could prevent me from shooting my load. Once he felt I was relaxing and that my orgasm had faded a little away, he started all over again.
It was amazing how these two were mimicking each other so perfectly, building up the excitement and then bring it back down, to start all over again. As they both came up, on their knees, we could see they were really very well endowed. It was more, they had monster-cocks. Seeing their enormous erections I wondered if anybody ever could take them up the ass. It was only when they lifted our legs and put them on their shoulders that I realized I was about to know if such a big cock could enter me. I was sure he was going to tear me apart. He used quite a lot of lube, stroking his erection, making it glisten in the dim light of the room. I was almost panicking at the mere idea that this black anaconda was going to penetrate me. Both masseurs were in perfect sync and as I saw Robin's masseur put some more massage-oil on his butt, I felt a greased hand on mine. First one finger entered me, then a second and even a third. My ass-muscles were stretched to a maximum and I felt his fingers moving in my ass, searching for my prostate and rub it. The sensation that it caused made me want to have his monster-cock in me.
The fingers left my hole and I could feel him coming closer till I got his cock-head on my hole. He positioned himself in such a way that he had the perfect penetration angle. When he found it, he softly thrusted forward. Of course, he found some resistance. It didn't prevent him to go on and on, each time pushing a bit harder, obliging my sphincter to open up for that monster invasion. I was about to be fucked and decided to make the best of it, relaxing my whole body and preparing mentally to enjoy whatever was coming my way.
His cock-head breached my hole. There was no pain, just a little discomfort due to the size of his big cock. As I said, they knew what they were doing and stopped any movement as to let us adapt to the biggest cocks that had ever entered us. I forced myself to relax more and as my masseur felt it, he slowly started to enter inch by inch, without stopping till I felt his pubes tickle my ass-cheeks. My hole had never been so stretched and I had never felt so full, so complete. I looked to my side and saw Robin was looking at me. I reached out and when he saw that, he grabbed my hand. We held on to each other while being royally fucked in the ass. This was pure sex and nothing emotional, but with my husband, we were connected like never before. Our black Adonis's pumped in and out of us, abusing our prostates, taking us in a very determined way to our climaxes. They didn't move except for their hips that seemed like well oiled machines. The pleasure we felt was unmeasurable and it didn't take us very long to feel the juices in our balls ready themselves for a massive ejaculation.
Our black Gods were faster than we. They threw their heads back and thrusted deep inside of us, suddenly like paralyzed. The spasms in their cocks were powerful and numerous and of course it triggered Robin's and my orgasm, coating our chests and bellies with our cream. It was not only an orgasm, it was a pure explosion of pure lust and sexual satisfaction. When they pulled out of our asses, I knew Robin had that feeling of emptiness like I had. We both hated it and even more after having these mammoth cocks in us.
Our masseurs jumped off the tables and told us not to move. They came back with warm washcloths and towels and proceeded to clean us in a very sensual way. They advised us to relax a few minutes before standing up and then disappeared from the massage room after pulling their shorts back on. We rested there for a few more minutes and then pulled on our bathrobes to return to our room. We saw on the clock that the massages had lasted for almost three hours ! We showered and dressed and almost had to hurry for our dinner. We were in a comfortable silence although we knew we would have to talk about this. After all, we vowed to have a monogamous and exclusive marriage and what happened in the massage room was not exactly that. Over coffee and liquor we timidly started to talk about it. We couldn't possibly deny we had both liked it very much.
-Yes, I said, I liked it very much and even more because you were next to me, holding my hand. We were so much connected.
-Indeed, we were... but it is not something I want to repeat often from now on. I really prefer you to make love to me or me making love to you. This was an exceptional thing. We didn't cheat on each other, but nonetheless we had sex with another person. It bothers me a bit because we vowed exclusivity and indulged other men to fuck us.
-I know what you mean. I don't think we should be bothered as we both know it is not something that will be a regular thing. We didn't disconnect from each other. There were no feelings involved. We had no problem accepting a massage although we didn't know it was going to turn out like it did. Where is the limit ? We accept hands rubbing our bodies. We then accepted someone licking our feet and toes. Once we accepted that, why would it bother us to feel that mouth and tongue on other parts of our body ? As I said : where is the limit ? And even more when we are both present ?
-Do you want to change our agreement ? Robin asked, and indulge sexual pleasures when it is not ONLY the two of us ?
-Do You want to change it ? I replied.
-Not really ! The conversation we had with Ricky and Ramses convinced me that we were doing the right thing by being monogamous. It also made me see the dangers of including third parties in our lovemaking. Even if what happened this afternoon was delightful, I prefer to make love with you.
With what happened with the masseurs, we knew something had changed in our marriage. It was not that we were going to be sluts and fuck around like crazy. If the conditions of that afternoon would repeat themselves, we knew we were ok with it. It wouldn't become a habit. It had just spiced up our weekend, that was all and it was undeniable we both had loved it. The black twins had taken us by surprise and it was sure that if they had said what they were going to do, we would probably have refused. Then again, we had no problems with what happened.
That night we made love ... the old fashioned way if I can say so. Yes, the memory of the afternoon events got us horny again. It is unnecessary to say we slept like babies after that, happy to be in each other's arms. The next morning we went again for a swim before breakfast. It invigorated us. Robin in his speedos excited me once again and we almost missed breakfast. After lunch, just before we left the resort, we crossed the black twins in the entrance hall of the hotel. They friendly greeted us and when we said we were leaving, they handed us their business card.
-Let's make this clear that we don't offer the service you got to everybody. In normal circumstances we are quite professional and don't mix work and pleasure, but... you two are so exciting that we couldn't resist. Call us if you ever want a repeat session !
I put their card in my wallet... we never knew what would happen in the future. In the car and on the road, Robin asked me why I kept that card.
-Jeez Robin ! We have talked about it, don't we ? We have both enjoyed it and IF we ever want to spice up our sex-life, we sure know these twins are good. Have you ever had such a big dick in your ass ? I know I haven't and you may know it was scaring me to death. I really thought it would tear me apart, but no... it didn't even hurt.
-Do you mean you would be up for a repeat session ?
-I think that once or twice a year wouldn't hurt us.
Robin had a bright smile on his face and that told me he was not against the idea either. We wouldn't have sex with these guys on a one-on-one basis. The excitement came from the fact we were together, seeing what the other was experiencing and feeling the same. It was wonderful because we could actually hold hands while it was happening. We were both versatile and sometimes it happened that we both wanted to be bottoms at the same time, not often, but it happened. The twins were the perfect solution in that aspect. I didn't think the experience would have had the same effect if they were NOT twins and so perfectly did the same things at the same time. The twins had a perfect connection and I realized that that connection was contagious as we felt it, too. That had made the whole thing so extraordinary and that was why I had kept the card. I honestly had to admit that I was looking forward to have a similar experience with them in the future. It was a pure business transaction. None of us were mixing the sex with feelings and that made it easier to accept. I was making love only to my husband. We had sex with the twins.
Robin ordered a DNA test. From what he had found as information on the Internet, if anybody related to him and asked the same test, it would appear in the results. The few researches he had done with his mother's name, that appeared on his birth-certificate, had given no results at all. It was probable that his mother had married and so changed of name. Robin knew that the search for family would not be easy and that it would take quite some time. The DNA test was more a question to find out if he had brothers or sisters, but he didn't get nervous about it. If any siblings would appear he would, cautiously, try to find out who they were and then try to contact them, but he was not really waiting for them. His sister Rita was a total different story as she went actively searching and spent most of her free time dedicating it to finding some unknown siblings. Ryan had clearly stated he didn't want to search nor to find anyone at all. He was happy with his life and his family he had always known. He was not in need of anybody else.
Their father was like waking up from lethargy. It was a new man that went through life, enjoying his new found freedom. People at his work saw the changes and couldn't be happier for him. Richard even went on Saturday nights to a club of ballroom dances and met new friends there. Roberta, who had an eye on everything, told me that she often saw different women coming out of Richard's apartment in the mornings. Was he trying to live to the fullest now that he was free ? Probably... and we couldn't blame him.
At the medical center we were once again overwhelmed with work, even though Ray fulfilled his job full time. It happened often that during the weekends he had to call Randy or me to come and help him as there were too many people in the waiting room. Saturdays were the worst and one weekend out of two, Randy and I had to help him. It bothered me a little. It was not that I had to help Ray, but more that I had to leave Robin alone in our free time. Robin of course took advantage of that time to improve his skills with camera and computer and even started to have quite a good professional reputation in that field. Apart from that he also had more work with Rudolf, flying everywhere and even had some stop-overs. Busy, busy, busy...
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