I caressed her thick bush, stroking her labia. At the top I found her clit, pink and peeking out.She gasped. “Dr. Rita!”“Stimulation may jar it ...ree,” I told her, massaging her clit and gripping the bottle. “Just relax and enjoy.”“We're both women, Dr. Rita! I am a married woman!”“And I'm helping you,” I purred. “Besides, I'm a futa-doctor and this is a medical procedure. So just enjoy it.”My thumb grew slippery as I massaged her clit. She whimpered again, spasms rippling through her body. I. The more I thought about this, the more excited I began to get. I began to hatch a plan.When I got to work, I brought up my calendar for the day of the massage, blocked 1 to 3 and marked it "out of the office". Whether or not I could actually pull this off depended on a lot of factors. Could I sneak into the backyard without anyone seeing me? Would they do the massage in the basement or first floor where I could see them? Would I have the nerve to actually try to watch?The morning of the. As I usher you into mycar, I’ve order you to open your leather trench coat sothat I can observe if you have followed my specificinstructions on what you were to wear to meet me.Unfastening the belt of your coat, you reveal to me theclothing you were to wear… what little you had beenallowed to that is – nipple chain, forest green lacecrotchless panties with matching garter belt andstockings.I slowly reach over and tug on the chain, your backarches from the mixed feelings of. She seems to be getting off on thiseven more than I am. I suddenly feel a rushing, warm, gooey sensation,rushing through my veins. I cry out loudly and my tiny little clitcockstarts spurting and spasming. The orgasm fills my entire body, and mywife joins me in her own shaking orgasm.************We lay, panting on the bed. My wife flops on top of me, her rubber cockstill entrenched inside me, and her body flattening mine."That was nice," she breathes. I nod in agreement, unsure what happensnext..