With the wife for a massage
A client of my wife gave her massage parlor gift vouchers as a holiday gift. Neither of us had ever had a massage, but we thought with the stress of work and all, it would be relaxing. I called and made an appointment for the following weekend around 3pm when we would both be off work. I had always been curious when it came to massages; I have read many stories that people have written about receiving a happy ending during a massage. In general, it seemed very erotic to have someone’s hands rubbing all over your body. As the week went on, I found myself thinking about it more and more. I was actually masturbating thinking about what might happen when I went there. I kept wondering if they made you undress completely or if you kept an article of clothing on during the massage. I had heard that in most places, even if you were completely undressed, they would make you lie down and cover your body with a sheet. I wondered if I would get turned on during the massage and have my hard cock exposed to whoever was massaging me. I kept wondering what would happen if the masseuse noticed I was hot; would she be professional and just pretend she didn’t notice or would she wrap her hand around my hard cock? I wasn’t even sure if my wife and I were getting a massage in the same room because my wife had called to make the appointment.
When Saturday came I could hardly contain my excitement in anticipation of what might happen. After my usual morning shower, I went down to the kitchen to join my wife for breakfast. We talked for a bit while we cooked some eggs and toast. Soon enough our conversation turned to the subject of our massages and what to expect. She told me that one of the girls at work asked her if she was worried about me being touched by another woman. She told me she wasn’t worried because the place I was going to was professional. It wasn’t like one of those typical shady massage places with neon signs in the window. I laughed when he said that, but in the back of my mind I was hoping that maybe he was wrong. As I looked at my wife, I noticed that she looked particularly sexy this morning in her silk nightgown. The material clung to her body and showed off her curves very nicely. I loved looking at her ass because the material always sat so close to it that sometimes it actually pushed between her buttocks. I watched her lean over the kitchen sink and start washing the breakfast dishes. I started staring intently as the soft curves of her ass ran through the material, I think after a few minutes she noticed I was watching because she turned her head to look at me. I followed his eyes as they stared straight down at my now tent shaped pajama bottoms.
As I watched her she reached forward and turned off the water, then my eyes followed her hands as they moved to the bottom of her nightgown. She slowed the material up over her buttocks, letting it slide down to her lower back. By then my hand was down to my pajama bottoms and I was stroking my hard cock. I saw one of her hands let the nightgown slip between her body and the counter. I slowly pulled my pants down, letting my cock stick out as the waist of the pants slid down my thighs. My wife started masturbating while looking at me, stroking my cock getting harder and harder. I walked up to her with my hand still wrapped around my cock and started kissing the back of her neck. She turned her head a little more towards me and our mouths met in a deep kiss our tongues rolling over each other’s.
Then I felt her fingers come out from between her legs and reach for my cock, then they slowly started to wrap around it. Her fingers were warm and wet with pussy juice. She slid her fingers up and down, making his cock slippery with her wetness.
After we both caught our breath, we went up the stairs and into the shower. After we dried off and got dressed, I picked up my wife and started giving her a long kiss. When we parted, he looked into my eyes and said with a smile:
– I guess you liked the kitchen scene.
Then I felt his hand going down to my cock, which was slowly starting to get hard again. He told me he hoped I wouldn’t be as turned on after I ejaculated in the morning. I asked her what she meant and she said she didn’t want me to get hard while massaging. I laughed as I told him that would never happen, although in the back of my head I was thinking it might, because I was really hot again. My wife told me that when I was going to be massaged, she wanted me to keep my underwear on even if there was a sheet to cover me. I agreed, although I didn’t know if I would actually keep that promise or not. About half an hour later we got into the car and were on our way to the massage parlor.
It was located just a few km from our house on a quiet residential street. As I parked out front, I looked at the sign, then at the front of the building. It looked like an old Victorian house from the outside and had a nice porch. I got out of the car and walked up the front wooden steps to the door and entered. I noticed there was a desk to our left and a bench up front against the wall. A young girl rose from behind the desk to greet us by shaking both hands as she motioned us to take a seat on the bench. She told us her name was Sarah. She was about 25 years old with an athletic build and nice breasts that were clearly visible through her light blue tank top with thin straps. She also had on black cotton training pants that were tight on her body and showed off her bottom very nicely. I tried not to look as she leaned forward, handing us both a clipboard with a form attached. The form was pretty standard and included filling in information about yourself along with the areas you would like to be worked on. My back was bothering me so I decided to make it the main focus area I wanted to work on. When my wife and I finished filling out the forms, I handed it to the girl who took them, then started walking away, saying she’d be right back. There was a small hallway off the desk that she walked down and as I waited I heard her talking to another girl. A few minutes later, Sarah returned with another girl by her side. The other girl’s name was Rebecca; he was about the same age and body type, but had brown hair instead of blonde.
After a few minutes I found out that my wife was going to be massaged by Rebecca while I was going to go with Sarah. We were both led down the hall, my wife and Rebecca entered through the first door while Sarah and I entered through the second. When I entered the room, I looked around and noted everything in it. There was a CD player on a shelf by the door, and next to it was a long cabinet with different massage oils and candles on it. Also in the middle of the room was a long padded massage table with a towel spread across the middle. Sarah explained that she was going to light some candles and play some music, then leave the room while I got ready. He told me to take off all my clothes and lie face down on the massage table, covered with the towel from back to feet. I wasn’t sure if I heard her correctly when she told me to take my clothes off, so I decided to ask if she wanted me to undress completely. She told me that it would be best if I didn’t wear any clothing at all so that there would be no material in the way while she massaged me. This seemed to make sense, so when she left the room, I began to remove my clothes and place them on the floor by the table. As I climbed onto the table I noticed I was semi-hard and was grateful that he told me I was on my stomach. I pulled the towel over my lower half and then lay there waiting for a few minutes before I heard the sound of her footsteps coming towards the door. She opened it slowly, stepping inside, making sure to close it quietly behind her.
She walked over to the cd player and pressed play as she headed for the massage oils. He told me to rest my head in the headrest at the end of the table and soon he would begin. At first my eyes were open looking down at the floor, I saw how her feet were now standing in front of me. She started by rubbing my neck and shoulders, then slowly moved to my back. Her fingers slid smoothly over my skin, pushing deep into my muscles. I was starting to get more relaxed and had closed my eyes when she reached my lower back. When he couldn’t reach from where he was sitting at the head of the table, he put a finger on my right side and started walking around the table. I later learned that it is a personalized practice during a massage to always have contact with your client, even if it is only with a finger. When she reached the right side, she started massaging my lower back again. I noticed that at this point it was about three inches from where the towel started. As she tabled lower, I began to feel her fingertips gently slide under the towel. At first I didn’t think anything of it until he started pushing down, moving the towel. Her fingertips were now massaging where my lower back and upper buttocks met. I could feel his fingertips starting to press against my bottom and it was starting to turn me on a little.
This went on for a few minutes until her hand slipped back under the sheet going behind me. Finally, she told me she was going to go all the way down to my feet. As she moved on the massage table, I felt her fingers grab the bottom of the towel where it covered my legs. He slowly began to pull it up, exposing my legs and lower half of my buttocks. She folded the towel over my ass then moved down to my leg and started massaging it. He climbed up his right leg to my ass, then something strange happened. Her hand accidentally touched my testicles as she began massaging my inner thigh before moving back down to my soles. After a few minutes on the leg, he crossed over to the other side. She made her way up again and again I felt a very brief light touch on my testicles, this time causing a tingling sensation in my cock. I wondered if this was a coincidence. After a minute he moved back to my leg. She finished my leg, then I felt her hands trace the muscles of both legs to my ass. This time was different though as her hands went much higher and right under the towel. She trailed her fingers on the crack of my ass and gently touched my ass. I flinched slightly at the unexpected contact. I enjoyed rubbing my ass, it’s a very sensitive place and occasionally during sex my wife would even slip a finger in, which always made me ejaculate hard.
Sarah’s hands continued to slide down my back to my shoulders as she began to rub them deeply again. She continued to rub, going down to my back. It hadn’t occurred to me at the time, but she hadn’t pulled the towel back over my legs, so most of my bottom was still exposed. She moved down to the top of my bottom and began massaging once more, letting her fingertips slide far beneath the towel. I felt the towel being pushed further down as her fingers and hands now firmly gripped my buttocks. As she massaged, she slowly began to pull them apart and I felt my bottom being exposed. Her fingers started getting closer to the crack of my ass and even closer to my anus. When her fingers finally reached my ass, she began to rub gently. As she rubbed my wrinkled bottom, I felt myself let out a moan. The room seemed to be quieter and I felt Sarah stop moving her hands for a few seconds. Then her finger pressed harder on my ass and even started to push a little. I felt myself getting hard as she played with my little anus. I was even starting to push back on her finger, making her push a little deeper. Then he seemed to pause for a few seconds and bent his head to my ear and asked.
– You like this? as he ran a finger around my ass.
I responded with a small moan saying “umm hmm”
– Would you like me to keep rubbing here for a while? she asked, teasing my anus a little with her finger.
I didn’t say anything, I just moaned again, I think that was all the encouragement she needed. I felt his finger press against my exposed ass and I pushed back on him a little. Then he pushed his finger in slowly, starting to slide it into my tight ass until it was almost all the way inside. As her finger slid deep into me, I felt her other hand begin to slide under me and I rose slightly from the table to allow better access. Her hand wrapped around my hard cock and slowly started stroking as her finger was now buried in my ass. She began rubbing me as she fingered my ass, making my cock harder with each movement. So there I was with my ass lifted off the table, pushing against Sarah’s finger as she pulled my ass. Then I heard my wife start talking from the room next to me.
– Honey, how are you doing there?
I froze with my ass in the air, Sarah’s finger deep inside me and her hand wrapped around my hard cock. Then I hear Sarah speak.
– He’s doing well, I think I put him to sleep.
My wife seemed satisfied with this answer because I just heard her say oh and then she went silent again. At this point, it was really hard for me to think about the fact that I was on my knees, with Sarah’s finger in my tight ass as she rubbed me. All this time, my wife was in the next room, having no idea what was going on. Sarah picked up her pace and began massaging my ass with her finger as she began to rub me faster. After a few more minutes I could feel my penis getting ready to ejaculate. On all fours on the massage table, with Sarah’s finger deep in my ass, my cock started throbbing in her hand. Then I felt her start splashing on the massage table and my anus was squeezing Sarah’s finger. After I finished orgasming, I felt her finger slide and her hand let go of my cock. I knelt on the table as she reached over and grabbed a towel which she spread under me and wiped my cum off the table. Then she went to put the towel in a pile by the door while I lay on the table. She told me to take my time to get dressed and go out when I was done. After he left the room, I sat there for a few minutes, thinking about what had just happened. I got off the table and put my clothes back on, then left the room. When I returned to the desk in the lobby, my wife was already there and greeted me with a kiss as I sat down. He asked me how it was and I chatted with the girls for a bit before leaving. I never mentioned to my wife what happened, but I’d like to go back sometime.
- Jason’s massage
Isabella loved her job as a masseuse. She was meeting a lot of different people and found massaging the knots in other people’s bodies soothing. She had been properly qualified for over two years and had established a relationship with some clients, but regularly massaged new clients.
This Friday afternoon was terribly hot. The city was in the midst of a heat wave, and in a vague attempt to cool the massage room, she had opened the balcony doors while keeping the soft linen drapes drawn for privacy. They swayed slightly in the light breeze but did very little to lower the temperature in the room. As a result of the hot weather, Isabelle was wearing a loose linen skirt and a loose shirt that she had knotted under her breasts. The white material of the shirt pressed against her skin, revealing the outline of her white lacy bra, and she had long since shed her underwear in hopes of cooling off.
On this Friday afternoon she had only one date, a guy who had come twice before. Isabelle had admired his muscular build and enjoyed their conversations about his work as a human rights lawyer. Of course, in such a powerful job he needed those massages and she had to work hard to untangle his knots. She smiled to herself as she remembered his arousal last time and her false claim that she hadn’t noticed. How could he not? The whole room had seemed centered around her. Isabelle suddenly snapped out of her daydream and scolded herself for these thoughts — he was a customer and she was hot enough without thinking about his arousal.
As she waited, she slipped on her sandals and crossed her leg, closing her eyes. He didn’t have much planned for the weekend. Drinks with her friends on Saturday night and brunch with her mother on Sunday, who would probably nag her about the grandchildren. She sighed and absentmindedly pushed her hair up off her neck and enjoyed the cool feeling.
The doorbell rang and she heard Jason walk up the stairs to her office where he went to hold the door open. The formalities were completed and she gave Jason a towel to cover himself after he had undressed.
He lay face first, revealing his perfectly formed muscular back, and she warmed some aromatherapy oil on her hands before she began to knead him firmly. Jason let out a groan of approval.
– Oh… it’s been a hell of a week. It feels so good….
Isabelle smiled.
– Have you made much progress in your case?
– Little, I found a new excellent witness who should confuse the opposition”.
The conversation continued like this as Isabelle began to work his legs. She started at his feet working on his ankles and started to climb up his leg. At this point, she was starting to feel really hot — mostly from the heat, but also from being able to touch Jason like this.
The conversation took a turn to the more personal aspects of life as Isabelle got down on one knee. They started talking about relationships and since they were both single, they joked about how great it was to be untethered and free to do whatever they wanted.
Jason was enjoying the feeling of his legs being rubbed and could start to feel a slight swelling in his testicles. He thought Isabelle was gorgeous and couldn’t help but look at her breasts when she arrived. They were so voluptuous and she thought she might burst out of that top she was wearing. As she began to run her fingers up his inner thigh, the swelling grew and he mentally berated himself because he knew it would be a repeat of last time when he had to turn around and make a tent in the towel.
Isabelle moved up to his upper thigh and moved the towel up so that her fingers were at the base of Jason’s butt. As she reached down to rub the inside of his thigh, her finger kneaded one of his testicles. Jason’s eyelids fluttered open as he wondered if it was a coincidence. He decided it must have been and so he turned to try to focus on their conversation. As Isabelle moved to her other leg and reached down his inner thigh, her fingers touched his other testicle, this time for longer, and Jason gasped sharply as he felt his cock swell into a fully erect position beneath him.
At first, Isabelle had accidentally touched his testicle, but she liked the reaction so much that she did it again. But now she was done with that half of his body and it was time to go back. She lifted the towel so Jason could turn around and gently threw it over him. Jason turned a slightly pink color,
– I’m so sorry — again. I, uh, don’t have, uh, much control.
Isabelle waved her hand.
– Oh, seriously, it happens all the time. Do not worry.
– Well, yes, I’m sure I do. You look really good…, it was Isabelle’s turn to blush.
– Don’t be stupid.
And he began rubbing the tops of her legs, glancing sideways at the towel. He thought that he must have taken off his boxers because if he wore them, would it have constricted his erection? The towel was literally falling on the floor! She walked over to his feet and moved to the head of the table where she began massaging the front of his neck.
– Do you mind making it a little louder? Has it been so painful the last few days, Jason asked.
– It’s hard for me to make it louder in this position; should I put on some more weight… Isabelle hesitates, I guess I could come on the table?
– Sure, sure — if that’s okay?
Isabelle didn’t answer, instead she carefully climbed onto the table where his feet were and crawled up so she was curled up over his stomach. In the process of doing so, Jason felt her gently slap the towel covering his cock, and his stomach churned at the possibility of something happening with this gorgeous girl curled up on top of him. He opened his eyes and took a magnificent look at her top. Her breasts had obeyed the law of gravity and hung from her chest, restricted by her bra, which she could now see was white and translucent. He felt his cock grow even harder and at the same time Isabelle moved slightly from her position where she had been kneading his neck. She sat back gently and her ass crushed his cock.
Isabelle automatically glanced at Jason’s face to see if he had noticed. His deep blue eyes looked up at her and she stopped rubbing his body. Instead, she let her fingers trail down his chest, resting just below his pecs. Jason moved his hands from where they had rested beside him and rested them on Isabelle’s thighs. Isabelle leaned down and softly kissed his collarbone. Jason responded by kissing her earlobe, the only part of her he could touch with his mouth, and moved his hands to her slim waist. His fingers slid under the fabric of the shirt and he crushed the narrowest part of her waist with his fingers.
They began to kiss each other on the lips, gently at first, still groping the terrain and then became more passionate, using their tongues to explore each other’s mouths. Jason moved his hands to the top of her shirt and undid the first button. Isabelle responded by kissing him harder and so he thought it would probably be okay to open a few more. He slid the shirt off her body and gently caressed the tip of one breast. He moved his mouth, passion taking over, and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. It was Isabelle’s turn to moan and she clung to his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her nipple being forced erect. It didn’t take long for the long-awaited happy ending to emerge.
– Do you feel more relaxed now? Isabelle looked at him, smiling coquettishly.
Jason opened his eyes and smiled, running his fingers down her back and kissing her head.
– Same time next week? he jokingly replied.
Isabelle grinned.
Actually, they couldn’t wait that long. Jason took her out on the town that same evening and they ended up going back to her house.
