There's an irony in this story I'm about to describe, as its inspiration came from my interest in reading erotic literature, particularly, articles about voyeurism and manipulation. The more I read these stories the more I would visualize my wife as the central character, and finally, I decided that I wanted to play the game in real life and see what might happen. I knew it would be dangerous and would have very bad ramifications if she found out but the fire was now burning in me and I had to go forward.
Chris and I are the typical late 20s yuppie couple with two good jobs and no kids. We have elected to put off starting a family to enjoy our time together, travel, and save some money before we take on the responsibility of children. This freedom allows plenty of time to take care of ourselves and Chris has taken advantage of that with a workout and recreation schedule that includes the gym, bicycling, and swimming. She is a slender 5'7" with light brown shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, and a pretty face, and, in addition to her dimpled cheeks, she has a smattering of light freckles. Her firm B-cup breasts fit her frame nicely and are crowned with small, sensitive nipples that I love to tease.
I'm more of a golf kind of guy and not in near the shape of Chris, and as you might expect, I carry a few extra pounds on my medium 5'10" build. Fortunately, Chris has the good manners not to bring it up, at least not too often.
We enjoy an active social life, with frequent dinners and parties, intermingled with business events sponsored by one of our employers that we must attend. Chris dresses up very well, and I can always count on receiving congratulations about my luck in landing her as well as witnessing some discreet and sometimes not-so-discreet looks at her body.
The one thing about our rather idyllic life that could stand improvement is in the area of sexual creativity. Chris enjoys sex but not as often as I would like and it tends towards the routine. Occasionally, I can get her to dress up or I might get to tie her up for a few minutes but there is most certainly no anal or photo taking and blowjobs are rare, although, she loves for me to lick on her.
Well, as I said above, the seed now planted in my mind was growing fast and I wanted to figure out how to get some illicit and unknown play going with my wife. After thinking through many scenarios, I decided to try and set her up with a massage therapist and see if he could seduce her into letting go a bit. Hopefully, in a way that allowed me to discreetly watch.
Now, understanding Chris' ways, I knew this was not going to be as simple as some guy coming over and her giving into some hidden lust. Rather, I felt certain the approach would require a long-term plan with a therapist that was outwardly respectful but also a bit edgy, and most importantly, patient.
They say figuring out the plan is ninety percent of the battle but in this case that didn't turn out to be true as my search for the right guy turned into a time and energy black hole. To start, I created a list of prospects from internet searches and other sources. Then, I started culling these prospects through direct contact via phone calls or meetings. In most cases, the guy turned out to be gay, ugly, or weird, and I eliminated them immediately. The few that made it through the initial screen required a more detailed discussion which turned out to be much more awkward than I had anticipated, as most laughed at the idea, and in one case I was told to leave the office immediately.
After three months of work, I had it narrowed down to two candidates but honestly, neither felt quite right. One was young, around 24 years old, and while handsome I thought he lacked the maturity and patience needed. The other was an older guy in his mid-30s but he was overweight and Hispanic, and I didn't see him as someone Chris would warm up to.
It was the older guy who, sensing my reticence, gave me the contact information for a therapist who he said might be a better fit. That's how I came to find David, an early 40s man who owned a small gym and did massage work in the evenings. He turned out to be a confident 6"1" tall, leanly muscled well-tanned man with a shaved head.
Our first meeting took place in a small office in his gym, and after explaining who had referred him, he stood quietly as I stumbled through a description of what I had in mind.
"That seems a bit perverted not to mention I could lose my license," he finally responded, after I had completed my explanation.
"I guess it might be...some...but based on the referral I thought maybe you had done something like this before," I replied nervously and saw his eyebrows rise.
"How far do you want this to go? You want me to fuck her?" he said bluntly, which took me completely off guard.
"Well, I.......I'm not sure. I guess I was hoping to see how things went first," I replied, struggling to make sense of his response and now thinking he was not the right guy.
"You got a pic?" he asked.
I slowly pulled out a picture of Chris in a bikini taken by me in our backyard and handed it over.
"Nice. Very nice," he said with obvious interest.
"Look, maybe I made a mistake," I said, suddenly feeling claustrophobic and wanting to just get the picture back and leave.
David looked at me for a few moments causing me to become even more uncomfortable before he said, "Okay, here's what I'm willing to do. I'll massage her a few times and see what I think and you can gauge how you think she is taking to it. If we are both okay with things, maybe we'll continue. If not, you just got her a couple of nice massages. By the way, it's $60 per hour here or $80 per hour at your place."
"I see," I responded as I mulled his words.
Sensing my state, he offered, "Look, I need to check on a customer. I'll be back in a minute and you can think about it until then."
He came back just a few minutes later and looked at me with a questioning expression.
"She's very shy. You'll have to go slow," I said.
"No problem. She will have no idea of the conspiracy," he answered with a grin.
That closed the deal and we agreed that the massages should happen in our home. Then, I asked if he had a gift certificate, as my thought was to tell her I had won it, and then convince her to be the one to get the massage. David didn't have any printed certificates but we worked one up quickly on his computer in the form of a letter and he signed and handed it to me.
"That will be $80. You don't want her to see you pay when I'm there," he stated.
I nervously reached into my billfold and extracted the money and handed it to him.
"Good luck," he said, as he held the door open for me to leave.
That evening, I put the letter on the kitchen table before Chris got home knowing she would find it and hoped she would demand to use it herself. Sure enough, I saw her inspecting it within fifteen minutes of arriving.
"Where did you get this?" she asked.
"A new Starbucks opened near the office and they were giving out various promotional things," I lied.
"When are you going to use it?" she asked, sounding interested.
"Well, sweetheart, I was going to give it to you. I thought you might need it with all the exercise you've been getting," I responded, hoping she would take the bait.
"I've never had a massage from a man," she said nervously.
"Probably some five-foot gay guy," I said with a chuckle.
"Well, then I'll take it," she said, laughing too, completely unaware of my naughty plan.
"We don't have anything planned for Thursday why don't you see if you can schedule then?" I suggested.
"Can't you call?" she asked nervously.
"Sure," I answered, holding my hand out for the letter.
While she stepped into the kitchen, I called David and, in a few minutes, we had made an appointment for Thursday at seven.
"That was fast," he said at the end of the call.
"Yeah, hope my luck holds," I replied and then hung up.
Thursday came and David appeared at our door a few minutes early with a portable table and a gym bag. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his well-toned upper body and flannel sweat pants. As my wife looked on from the kitchen, I directed him to the guest bedroom and then left him to set up.
"Well, he doesn't look short and gay," Chris said, looking unsteady.
"You'll be fine. I'm only a few feet away," I answered.
After a short wait, David called that he was ready and Chris moved towards the bedroom but before entering the hallway, she looked over her shoulder at me. I could tell she felt nervous and as I considered what to do if she got cold feet, David appeared.
"She's getting on the table," he informed me.
"Be patient. She's nervous," I counseled.
"I will. By her look, it will take a lot of massages," he replied and then turned back towards the room.
Unfortunately, it was still light outside so I couldn't risk going to the window. Instead, I sat in the living room randomly clicking the TV remote, feeling tortured as I wondered what was taking place.
An hour and fifteen minutes later David came out, and when we met, he said, "She's getting up now. She's in great shape."
"Did it go alright?" I asked.
"Like you said, she was very nervous but I think along the way she started to relax. I guess we'll see if she wants another," he laughed.
We could hear the door open to the bedroom and then the water running in the bathroom, and David turned to go and collect his stuff. I followed him and saw that he had filled the room with candles creating a soft glow in the room, and there was incense burning while a portable stereo played the sounds of ocean waves. He quickly dismantled the table and packed his things.
"Call my cell tomorrow and let's discuss," he said as I opened the front door.
Chris came out of the bathroom thirty minutes later, having bathed, wearing a terry cloth robe with nothing underneath, and snuggled next to me on the couch.
"Well, did you enjoy it?" I probed.
"Oh, yeah, that was fabulous. I feel like putty now," she informed me.
"If you liked the massage, maybe we should get him over regularly?" I said, hoping for a positive reply.
"Can we afford it?" she asked.
"For you, sweetheart, we can," I chuckled, making her snuggle even closer.
"That would be very nice," she replied as her hand began stroking my leg.