Jay and Missy had never been overseas, nor did they really have a desire, but Jay had won a trip to Amsterdam through his work, and they decided it was too good to pass up. Jay had researched the resort they were going to stay at, and he decided to make the trip extra special for Missy. They had made some trips through the notorious red light district of Amsterdam, and Jay decided to put his plan in motion. After telling his wife he was going to attend a luncheon for the winning salesmen, he snuck off to the red light district to find a couple of local "talents".
The next day Jay reserved a massage room for his wife, but told the hotel that he would not need the services of a staff masseuse. However, he did not mention this to his wife. He told Missy that he had reserved a "Swedish Massage" for her this morning. When she asked what a Swedish massage was, he said he had no idea, but told her to just relax and enjoy it. I'm going to grab some breakfast.
Jay ran down to the massage room and met the two guys he "recruited". He told them what he expected, and then he took a seat in the corner of the room. The lights at his end of the room had been turned off, and the rest of the lighting was dim for the massage, so Jay could not be seen sitting in the corner. The perfect voyeur's seat.
Ten minutes later Missy was escorted into the room by both of the men. She was wearing a short white terry cloth robe. The man told her to take off her robe and lay down on the table. She was surprised at the forwardness of the masseuse. She hadn't really thought that she would be that exposed, nor did she expect there to be two of them. She undid the belt on the robe and nervously took it off. Both of the masseurs looked her body up and down in appreciation; something that seemed odd from two professionals. She tried not to be nervous being naked in front of two strangers. She thought of going to the doctor's office, but she had never had a doctor that looked near as good as these two guys.
She also found their uniforms odd. They wore white t-shirts and thin white cotton pants that were nearly transparent. She thought she could see their cocks swinging under the pants when they walked. They made no attempt to hide the fact that they were ogling her. They also didn't offer her a towel or anything to cover up. She was naked and they wanted to keep it that way.
They motioned for her to lie on the table, so she laid down on her stomach. From the corner of her eye she saw them take their shirts off. Odd, but she was in Europe, so she went with the flow.
