My wife and I enjoy massages and frequently give them to one-another as gifts -- for birthdays and other random acts of kindness. It had been a while since I had given her one and I felt she deserved something special. And I knew exactly what I wanted to give her...a massage with a surprise...and a happy ending.
I began my search for the right masseuse. He had to be good looking, with a solid body, strong hands and a nice cock. I wasn't sure how I would determine the last point but I was sure it would all work out. After a couple of days of searching off-and-on I saw an add in the local reader posted by a guy who called himself Lenny who provided "full-service massage." He also claimed to be a Lenny Kravitz look-alike, which would be a bonus because my wife finds him very attractive. She hasn't come right out and told me so, but I think she would like to fuck Lenny Kravitz as a fantasy fuck if that could ever be arranged; so if this Lenny did actually resemble the real deal, this could work out really, really well.
I arranged to meet Lenny for a coffee to discuss my plan.
We met at a mutually convenient Starbucks to discuss my gift to my wife. When he arrived, I was very pleasantly surprised. Not only was he handsome, he was a near spitting image of the real Lenny Kravitz -- dreadlocks and all!! We got acquainted and I laid out the plan. He would come to our home at the designated time and she would know he would be coming (not cumming) to give her a massage and he would do the session at the house. He asked if there was anything "special" I wanted him to do and I saw this as my opportunity and that Lenny and I were in alignment.
I told him in not so many words that I wanted him to be very professional to start with and to give her a top-notch massage, only I wanted him to come very, very close to her private areas but not touch them -- right away. But after a while, I would give him a signal that would give him the go-ahead to begin touching her in a more sexual way...and then to let things go as they may.
The next few days were excruciating! I had always wanted to watch my wife fuck, or be fucked, by another man (a fact that she is well aware of) and it seemed that Saturday would never come. Then, finally, the day arrived and we went about our usual business. I went to the gym, she relaxed and cut coupons and was very much looking forward to her massage. Little did she know what I had in store, or how excited I was about what was to cum.
When I got back from the gym we were sitting and reading while waiting for Lenny to arrive and I asked her if it would be ok if I watched her get the massage. She looked at me a little puzzled and asked, why? I answered by telling her "You know I've always wanted to see you have sex with another man and I am not sure that is going to happen, so I thought it might be nice to just watch you get your massage as sort of a replacement for the real thing. What do you think?" Her response was perfect! She had no problem with it and thought it might even be a little exciting for her, although she had no idea the guy coming to give her the massage was a Lenny Kravitz look-alike and that I had given him permission to have his way with her.
Then right on time the doorbell rang and I suggested she answer it. She got up in her nice tight sweats and loose fitting top, breasts swaying nicely, and went to let him in. When they came back in the room I could tell she was happy...and surprised at how much he did look like the real Lenny.
Lenny came in with his table and a bag; presumably full of lotions and towels to do his "job" and asked where he should set up. I suggested that he set up right here in the family room, as there was plenty of space (and a couch for me to kick back on and enjoy the action!). My wife agreed and he got the table set up and said that he would leave the room so she could get undressed and under the towel. Before he left the room I asked if he minded if I watched and he said that as long as it was ok with my wife, he was fine with it and went out of the room.
My wife then asked if I was sure I wanted to watch and I told her I was. She then slipped off her sweats, surprising me with the fact that she did not have any panties on, exposing her nicely trimmed mound and awesome legs. She then lifted her top off and asked if I would unsnap her bra, which I did happily. As I released her ample breasts I reached around and gave them a nice squeeze -- full on knowing that in about 30 minutes Lenny would have her luscious tits in his mouth as I watched. Unfortunately, she cut my groping short and said "not now, that guy is in the other room," so I stopped and bided my time.
She hopped up on the table and called him back in the room. When he entered he said, "all set?" and she confirmed that she was and he went to work. First oiling up his hands with what smelled like a citrus-cucumber type lotion and then beginning with her shoulders. He rubbed her slowly and deliberately. Long, strong rubs up her neck and down her arms, down her back and up to her neck again. After a few minutes she peaked at me and I just smiled and winked. She closed her eyes and went back to enjoying.
Every so often I would here her elicit a subtle groan of pleasure, which made me wonder where her mind was. Mine was a few minutes down the road thinking of her taking this handsome man in her pussy and mouth. But we were not there yet.
He methodically moved around her body; up and down for about 20 minutes until he was ready to begin working her thighs. He walked around the other side of the table so he was on her left. Standing by her hips he applied some more of the gently scented oil to his hands and began rubbing her legs at about the knee, maybe a little lower. He started down to her ankles first and then made a nice, long rub all the way up to where the towel covered her ass. He sneaked up about a half inch under the towel and then made another long rub down her left leg. He then did the same thing to the right side a couple of times -- eliciting yet more moans of delight from my wife. After a few moments of this he looked at me and I nodded, giving him the signal that it was ok to push a little further. He then made his first "extra" push up her inner thigh. As I saw him going that direction I got butterflies in my stomach. He went a good two inches up under the towel and she didn't flinch! He then went back down and then started back up again. Only this time when he brought his hands up towards the towel my wife spread her legs a little, inviting him to go up a little further, to which he obliged by going up under the towel all the way to her ass and then down again. For the next pass he did not wait. He immediately began his upward rub, which had my wife spreading he legs even more -- obviously wanting this handsome stranger to see, if not feel, her nicely trimmed pussy. As he moved his hands slowly up both her thighs, and seeing her obvious invitation, he looked and me, I nodded again, and he continued all the way up under the towel and nicely flipped it on to the floor and began massaging her ass and lower back. He rubbed her ass and around her inner thighs, grazing her pussy with his hands. She was obviously really enjoying this, as she was pressing her ass upwards in anticipation of his strokes. After a few moments he slid his hand all the way under her front side so his fingers were touching her pubic mound, slit and clitoris. He rubbed gently for a minute or so and inserted his thumb into her pussy and began simultaneously fingering her and rubbing her clit.
