Threesome Massage
Before our wedding, my fiancee and I bought an apartment and moved out of the apartment complex where my massage therapist’s studio was located on the floor below us. Although I have changed jobs since our move, I still work next door to my massage studio and schedule our regular 90 minute sessions after I get off work. I tell my wife the morning of my sessions so if she tries to call my cell after work and finds it goes straight to voicemail, she knows where I am.
We had an oil massage on our honeymoon and also on our one year anniversary holiday. On our honeymoon, there was no sheet covering me—the therapist had me wear a see-through, disposable underwear that was basically a thong in the front with a drawstring around the waist. A year later, the therapist held the sheet up in the air as I turned from my stomach to my back and had a full frontal view of my penis and testicles. When I woke up during the massage of my left thigh, I felt my penis sticking out from under the folded sheet. She promptly readjusted the sheet to hide my erection.
Back home, I had fallen into a comfortable routine – a ritualized fetish? – with my usual massage. We got used to each other. Whenever we exchange emails, there is a subtle flirtatious tone, with winking smiley faces. She knows without asking that I want to listen to the CD of ocean sounds while she rubs me with lotion. I adjust the height of the face support myself before she enters the room. Recently, I noticed the freshly painted nails on her bare feet through the opening from the cozy pillow cradle, a different color every month – fiery red, tan tan…
As she walks around my body, pressing down on me briefly at various intervals, she casually digs her closed fist into my buttocks. When she pulls back the sheet, exposing my upper body up to my waist, I try to feel as much of my bare, exposed ass as I can. Is the crease breaking under the top of my butt? He barely makes an effort to tuck the sheet under my body when I’m lying on my stomach.
Her initial focus each night is the lower left side of my back, but this has increasingly become a chance for her to explore my butt. He seems to put in a little more time and effort each month to massage my butt more. Recently I have started to play like this is a silent physical exchange or a game between us seeing who will go next as he seems to enjoy touching my bottom and I enjoy feeling his cock he starts to harden on the massage table as she rubs me.
As she deeply massages the top of my left buttock, she is no longer interested in simply moving around my waist. She continues to go around the outside of my thigh, closer to the end of my left buttock. Does he just try to feel my ass every month? The play on this side of my body is cut short as she moves to my head to slide her lotioned hands down my spine. She reaches as far as she can, leaning over my body, her hands applying pressure to just above the crack of my ass, each hand parting to grope that bottom, before resuming a professional massage of my back. .
When she moves to focus on the lower right side of my back, our game of cat and mouse with my buttocks is renewed and intensified. The sheet feels like it’s moved further into my bottom, with more of my cracked bottom and bottom exposed. Her hands explore my right ass even more than she did the left. Does she get braver the longer I’ve been in each session or the longer I’ve been her regular client? Or is that just in my imagination?
My penis is completely hard on the table. My bottom is lifted slightly to accommodate my erection, which pushes the sheet even further off my bare bottom. As she moves to the left side of the table and reaches down to work on my right butt, she spends a few moments pressing into the center of my back, just above my ass. I move my bottom ever so slightly in the air against the pressure of her hand. He then moves his hand up the outside of my right buttock, down my outer thigh and back around my right buttock. I move my bottom with her hand, moving my bottom towards her, wanting her to see and explore more. She pulls on my body, as if she wants me to lift the right side of my body off the table, and I move my bottom with her. The play lasts longer on the right side, but again, she moves to my head to slide her lotioned hands down my spine before starting work on the right side of my back.
She doesn’t seem as eager to explore my bottom when she works on my legs while I’m lying on my stomach. Before I know it, I hear his low, silky voice telling me it’s time to go back.
There have been a few surprises throughout our sessions so far. This year my massage therapist quit her day job and started focusing on massage full time. She also taught at the massage school where she was certified. During one session, when she was massaging my upper arms, she tried a new technique where she held my lower arm against her breasts, which felt wonderful. I so wanted to move my hand and feel if her nipples were hard or not.
Last summer, the sun was shining through the studio window when I turned around. She noticed my closed eyes squinting and asked if I would prefer to wear her night mask over my eyes, which I said I would. I found this quite perverse – she could now feel free to look at the tent my cock inevitably made in the sheets as I massaged my legs and not fear that I would open my eyes and see her. Did she plan to do this?
Another change that resulted from becoming a massage teacher was incorporating the occasional abdominal massage into our sessions this year. She asked me if I would be comfortable with her doing this type of work with me, which I agreed to, saying that I had digestive problems in the past. He assured me that the sheet would stay put over my abdomen. Her addition of touching this area of my body was very stimulating and extremely intimate. I anticipate the approach of her hands to my penis. Indeed, when she was working on my lower intestine, because I have something of a beer belly, her fingers were inches from my groin. The extra movement of the sheets as she twists around my abdomen adds to this pleasure. This ab massage usually took place either after he finished working on my face or after he finished working on my arms, but always before he started working on my legs, which is when I normally I usually have an erection. A few months he left my abs out of our session.
Last March when I was on my annual holiday without my wife visiting my sister in the South East, after relaxing around town I decided to treat myself and get a massage. I knew none of the college girls would pick a guy with a wedding band! My sister was going to be tied up with work for a few days, so I did some research on local spas on her roommate’s computer. I searched the site for a spa that I walked past while walking. At the bottom of the list of “Massage Therapies” they offer is “Massage a Trois”. Their website described the experience as “an intensive massage performed by two therapists synchronizing a relaxing and deeply purifying massage. It’s deeply relaxing and deeply purifying.”
Two therapists!!
Oh my. A 50 minute option and an 80 minute option were listed. On their introduction page, the answer to the question “what should I wear during treatment?” was that “most body treatments feel better without clothing.” I called and made an appointment for the 80 minute option, fantasizing about how profound the experience would be. I specifically asked for two female therapists.
My sister’s boyfriend called me the morning of my scheduled massage so he dropped me off at the door before he went to work. I joked that I was getting a massage from a man. I asked him not to tell my sister about my massage. I didn’t tell her that I was going to get a “Massage a Trois”.
The massage parlor provided me with a robe, towels and even sandals. I stored my things in a closet and spent some time enjoying their steam room before the “Massage a Trois”.
Relaxing in my robe and sandals in the waiting area, I filled out a short form about my medical history. I noticed that there was no language that explicitly stated that this massage was “non-sexual” as my regular therapist’s form did.
I then met with my two therapists. I told them that I massage often so that they feel free to work deeply on my body. They led me to their room and left as I undressed and laid face down on the table. The blonde therapist worked on the upper body while the brunette worked on the lower body. I originally thought they would be parallel to each other so they would both work my upper body or legs at the same time, but that wasn’t the case.
The blonde therapist mentioned that he was trained at the same school as my regular therapist at home. She folded the top half of the sheet up to my bottom. Meanwhile, the brunette therapist folded the sheet to expose my left leg. However, instead of tucking the sheet under the left side of my waist like in all my previous massages, she folded it over my bottom, fully exposing my left buttock!
I have never felt so exposed – and I loved it!!
The brunette therapist tightened the sheet around my testicles. I felt like he was getting some good sensations from my testicles in the process. The sheet basically only covered my right leg and right buttock. The blonde therapist, who had trained at the same school as my regular therapist, was working the muscles on the right side of my back very deeply with familiar movements, but with warm oil instead of lotion. I’m not sure where the brunette therapist trained, but her movements were smoother, delicately moving slowly up my left leg, past my thigh, and the length of my left buttock, her oiled hands in one long stroke and keep going. I imagined that my regular therapist would probably like to cover only half of my ass and be able to play with my entire butt exposed. A little while into “Massage a Trois,” the blonde therapist asked how I was feeling. I said I’m in heaven!!
The therapists switched places as the blonde focused on the left side of my back and the brunette exposed my entire right buttock, tucking the sheet under my testicles, letting her hand cup them a few times in the process . Then it was time to turn around. I wondered how much the brunette would expose?
I flinched as the blonde therapist folded the sheet over my abdomen. No other covered massage has ever exposed my chest or abdomen before. The blonde put a hot cloth on my face and continued to massage my bare chest and abdomen with oil. The brunette uncovered my left leg and began her slow slide down my left leg with her oily hands.
The blonde removed the towel from my face, then lifted my head and began stretching my neck in chiropractor-like ways. This unusual method somewhat distracted me from the glacial progress of the brunette therapist’s hands on my left thigh.
The blonde moved the sheet back over my stomach and chest, placing hot stones under each of my palms under the sheet. While the blonde therapist was working on my arms, the brunette therapist had moved on to my right leg. I felt my cock start to harden as I was more focused on the brunette’s movements on my right leg than I was when she was focused on my left.
As her hands reached the inside of my right thigh, I flexed my cock hard against the sheet. I overheard a barely audible discussion between the therapists. Did they notice my hard penis? Surely!! Were they happy that I got up?
The brunette turned her attention to my leg while the blonde finished my arm and right hand.
“Massage a Trois” was over. I accepted a glass of red wine from the brunette as I sat in the waiting room in my robe, which of course was added to my bill.
I returned home excited about my return to my regular therapist. I didn’t tell him about “Massage a Trois”.
That was two months ago. During this month’s massage, when I was on my back, the masseuse again offered me her night mask as the sun poured through the studio window. I happily accepted, excited for the rest of the session as it was my second time wearing the mask.
My cock was extremely hard as it finished its work on my right thigh, a few inches from the tent in the sheets. She worked on my right leg, then covered my right leg. I assumed the massage was over, just like all our previous sessions.
Then it happened.
He moved to my right side and placed both his hands on my stomach.
He was going to work on my abs – after working on my legs, and while I had a raging erection like a mast in the middle of the sheet!!
Her hands stayed still on my stomach for several minutes, feeling my abdomen move up and down with each breath. Was she looking at my cock? She certainly could, since I was wearing her night mask.
He then began to move his hands around my abdomen with more movement than in previous sessions. The sheet slipped over my swollen shaft.
Then I felt something hit the head of my cock.
Was it her hand? Did she reach out and touch him?
Or was it her forearm, an accidental touch as she worked on my abdomen?
She should have seen him there, thrusting my cock into the air under the sheet, flexing it as she massaged my abdomen. I don’t think she could have accidentally bumped into him. She continued to work on my abdomen, as if she wasn’t just coming into contact with the head of my cock through the sheets.
Then it was over. She ended the session at my feet by pulling the sheet against my body as usual. Was he looking at my erection again?
He slowly told me to take a deep breath and then exhale and that we were done for today and that he would wait for me outside.
She was in the process of moving in with her boyfriend and moving her massage studio to a new location next month.
What will happen in our next session? Will the new studio have plenty of sunlight, allowing me to wear his mask again? Will he massage my abdomen again at the end of the session and touch my hard cock, even if only “accidentally”?
