A Birthday Fantasy Gift

A very special birthday surprise for the world's greatest mother and wife.
She was long overdue and deserving of a day unwinding from the overwhelming stresses of everyday life.
 A perfect gift so explicitly chosen, but one that I was positive that she would most certainly thwart.
 A specific erotic massage for her that I would perfectly script from a fantasy she once shared as we laid side by side receiving our couples massage at an exclusive vacation resort.
 A romantic candlelit dinner was carefully planned with an ambiance of enchantment awaiting for her arrival.
 A room with the massage table was prepped with flowers and fragrances that filled the area with amour, perfectly isolated from all of her stress after another day of survival.
 The day was coming off utterly without a hitch and everything I set in motion was now perfectly aligned.
 Unbeknownst to her a tall and well endowed masseur's arrival was set to appear after dinner, when I knew that she would be frisky and intoxicated by soft music and several glasses of wine.
 Her excitement and arousal to lie on the table for her anticipated massage that she was expecting from me had now become quite clear.
 A knock on the door could distinctly be heard as I explained to her that I had arranged for a professional massage and her mood changed very quickly to an instinctive fear.
 Her traditional values had her nervously in a panic, an anxiety that swallowed her up into a protective virtuous shell.
 It was very easy for me to reassure her that everything was perfectly fine and her angst had quickly started to quell.
 A professional masseur entered the house in his virtually transparent scrubs displaying the outline of his colossal phallus swaying in his loose thin pants as he walked across our place.
 She was noticeably nervous trying to look away from the spectacular bulge in his pants during my introductions as you could see the redness cover her face.
 She pulled me aside as she undressed and wrapped herself in a towel.  
She was restlessly shaking as she pleaded for me to stay with her and made me promise that solemn vow.
 She laid on her stomach with her arms at her side and legs tightly clutched.
 The professional masseur arranged his lotions and oils as she tensely waited to be touched.
 He started at her shoulders to loosen her up, traveling along her back, to one arm and then to the other just the same.
 His expert hands soon found their way to her feet, along her calves, and up to her voluptuous thighs igniting a sultry flame.
 Her legs began to open ever so gradually with the towel folded over her buttocks and slightly exposing the dew on her beautiful flower.
 It was very obvious as he leaned on her with his huge tool pressed against her that he was gaining more and more power.
 I could clearly see the inside and outside of his hands brush against her blossoming petals making her quiver.
 I sat across the room from her just watching and it even made me shiver.
 Her eyes were opened as wide as saucers in search of me for support.
 My permissive smile and slighted nod was was all that she needed for her safety and comfort.
 Her alluring body was splendidly glimmering in the dim lighting from the oil as he continued to rub on her from head to toe.
 His penis seemed to stir a bit every time he brushed it against her hand as her fingers nonchalantly moved along the sizable head of his cock which prompt it to grow.
 He had her turnover to lie on her back as she moved swiftly clenching onto her towel to cover up as quickly as she possibly could.
 Her eyes were closed tightly at first trying to catch her breath and prepare herself to be touched by this stranger with this amazing huge wood.
 He started at her shoulders once again and down through the center of her chest.
 His hands magically circled her breast periodically caressing her pointed sharp nipples and sending electric shocks down to her vagina as he continued on his adventurous  seductive quest.
 The towel was now neatly folded and resting on her stomach exposing her perfectly groomed glistening mound for both of us to see.
 Her sweetness was overflowing with the sweet nectar that was usually kept privately for no one to enjoy but me.
 He started at her feet once again and moving along her calf with both hands in motion.
 He slowly worked up to her broad thighs wrapping each with both hands and gently stroking against her slippery swollen clit, not needing any lotion.
 The master masseur then looked to me for a confirmation for him to give to her so much more.
 My stomach was churning with mixed feelings to give him my approval, which conflicted me like I never felt before.
 I gave him the go signal and now only she could stop this steamy train.
 I almost hoped that she would because of my concern that it may later cause us both some very unnecessary pain.
 He untied the string of his bottom scrubs as they loosely clung to his massive meat, to the only place for them to rest.
 He now stood at the head of the table using both hands massaging from her shoulders and lunging down to her massage her firm tiny breast.
 I could see his monster mushroom head peeking out of the top of his scrubs just above my wife.
 Imagining him inside of her is something I am certain that I may regret for the rest of my life.
 She seemed to be very aware of it too because I could see her tremble with uncontrollable excitement uncertain if he would ever be fully exposed.
 As he moved to one side of the table his pants had dropped to the floor and his monster cock was completely free and ultimately disclosed.
 His tool was pretty damn impressive as my wife got her first shocking look at the size of his perfect cock positioned at her face so very near.
 He continued to massage right from that location fondling her breast and down to her deliciously soaked pussy getting her all revved up and anxiously into gear.
 He casually laid his huge cock across her breast and the blood seemed to flow in an instant rush.
 It was absurd to see how much bigger he could get that I even started to get embarrassingly flush.
 My wife looked me straight into my eyes and whispered without a single sound, only by moving her lips to be reassured, "Are we good"?
 I unwillingly gave her my approval with a nod and a smile right there from where I stood.
 It was then that she grabbed his huge shaft into her hands and kissed his massive mushroom head as her tongue and mouth wildly explored his enormous gift.
 I desperately needed to get out of this room, it needed to be now and it needed to be swift.
 I intervened for just a very brief moment to give her a passionate kiss and my blessing for a night well deserved as I really needed to quickly exit from this place.
 I then thanked my hired masseur with a handshake and told him I would now graciously give them their much needed space.
 Her screams of pure ecstasy could be heard from my separate room as they pierced straight through my heart.
 A painful picture now stuck in my head of my endearing wife and of his massive cock tearing her apart.
 It was her lustful night of unadulterated sex where all of her deeds were finally done.
 She was very grateful to me for bringing her fantasy to life, but now she was feeling differently and needed my reassurance that she was still the one and only one.
 She did have one final request from me to complete her amazing fantasy evening dream come true.
 She wanted me to go down on her sore satisfied soaked pussy and make her feel good through and through.
 I was extremely eager to comply to prove to her that nothing has changed and things are just the same.
 She was unduly conflicted with her conservative values and needed all of my support to shield her from this unwarranted feeling of shame.