This is based on another authors idea, apologies to them for the borrowing I can't remember where I first saw it. It was written for couples to enjoy reading together. My wife and I enjoy reading stories together. She lies on her front on the bed, hips raised a little on a pillow with a tablet propped up so we can both read easily. I lay by her side and squeeze her cheeks as we read, slipping a finger into her as the story progresses. We both enjoy stories where a husband watches his wife properly fucked to orgasm. By the end of this story I was kneeling over her raised hips, fully inside her.
Valentine Gift
I wanted to get my wife something really special for Valentine's Day. So one day I'm playing golf with my friend, Jack, and I mention needing a special Valentines present.
"I've got the perfect thing," he said. "You should get her a gift certificate for a massage at one of my spas. Women go crazy for those things. They love to be pampered for a day. And some women get so hot, the full body massage sometimes gets them so relaxed they rush all the way home to their lucky husbands" he laughed.
"How the hell do you know?"
"Security cameras! They're installed in all the massage rooms. I've got screens in a back room and the rooms are wired for sound. Sometimes I sit back there to make sure, you know, there aren't any problems with the therapists."
"Isn't that illegal?"
Jack just laughed. "I'm just protecting my business. I tape the massages in case anything goes too far and somebody complains. Then I know what happened. But, so far, we've certainly had no complaints."
I liked the idea of the massage for Sarah. She had mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day at one of those spas.
The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. I couldn't help but get a slight thrill from the idea of my Sarah being massaged.
I tracked down Jack on his cell phone about mid- morning. "Hey, remember that thing about the massage gift certificate?"
"Yeah, she'll love you forever, man."
"OK, sounds good," I heard myself say. "But what if I want to.. You know, make sure everything is cool?"
Jack laughed on the other end. "Don't worry, it's no problem. Like I said, I've got the whole room wired. You can watch to make sure she's ok, and she won't know you're there."
My plan was to take her to dinner at our favourite restaurant and give her the massage certificate there. As we sat sipping our champagne, I slipped the envelope out of my jacket and slid it over to her.
Sarah's eyes lit up as she opened the card and carefully read the certificate giving her the unlimited three-day pass at the spa.
"How did you know?" she breathed into my ear. "I've always wanted to do this! Oh, I can hardly wait! When can I go?"
I laughed. "You can go whenever you want. Jack said he was going to make sure you got the VIP treatment."
The appointment was set for Tuesday, and I made sure I cleared my schedule for the day so I could be at the spa.
Jack told me to get there ahead of my wife to avoid any chance of running into her, so I left early that morning
When I got to the spa, Jack's wife Jenny was waiting to show me around, Jack had been called to a meeting out of town. I was a little taken aback but Jenny was relaxed and seemed to know all about it.
She led me back to a door marked 'Private - Employees Only'. The room was not really what I expected. There was a big desk set against a wall with five 27-inch screens aligned neatly together. In front of the monitors were mounted several small, expensive looking speakers. A box with a row of knobs and several lighted switches sat on the table in front of two big leather executive chairs.
The room had no windows, but there was some soft track lighting with dimmer switches that could be adjusted.
Jenny settled me into one of the chairs, she flipped a few switches and the TV monitors came to life. I now had an amazing view of the massage rooms. The clarity of the signal was impressive and the cameras were mounted in the perfect position to see anything in the rooms.
"You may have to wait a while. Sarah's probably going to want to take advantage of some of the other areas of the spa before she gets her massage. So I'll leave you to it." She said with a smile as she left.
I suddenly felt excited and strangely aroused. I hadn't expected to get so keyed up so soon, but my mouth was dry when I saw Charlie walk into one of the rooms and start to make some preparations. Charlie left the room and moments later Sarah came in and closed the door. Dressed in a big terrycloth robe, her hair was done up with a clip and her skin seemed to be glowing. She had that flushed look of someone who just got out of the shower.
I watched as she glided over to the table and undid the tie on her robe. She slid it off her shoulders. She gracefully pulled herself up on the table and lay on her stomach. Then she reached back and pulled the sheet back over almost to her neck. She was modestly covered, but the sheet left little to the imagination, moulding itself to every curve and valley. My wife shifted around and settled on the table, placing her face in the opening and resting her arms and hands up above her head. I heard her give one of those contented sighs, there was a light tapping at the door. Sarah raised her head slightly and said, "All set, come in!"
Charlie came into the room and quietly closed and locked the door. He walked over to the CD player and turned down the volume of the lazy music a little, then walked over to the table and gently placed a hand on Sarah's sheet-covered back.
"Hi, my name is Charlie, and I'll be your massage therapist today. How are we treating you so far, Sarah?"
"Heavenly." I heard Sarah's voice, muffled between her arms. "I could really get used to this!"
Charlie chuckled pleasantly as he moved over to the table with the oils. "Hey, the best is yet to come. So is there anything special that you want me to work on today... any areas that have been bothering you?"
Sarah sighed again and said, "No...I've never had a massage before. You're the expert... I'll leave it in your hands."
"OK... you just relax and leave everything to the expert," Charlie laughed as folded the sheet down to expose her lovely back, keeping her ass modestly covered. He moved to the side of the table and began applying firm strokes with both hands up and down the full length of her back.
Charlie worked her entire upper torso, including her neck, shoulders, and arms. Nothing was said between them. A couple of times I noticed Charlie's fingers stray to the sides of her breasts, she made no movement to protest or stop him.
Gradually he moved his way up her legs, kneading and stroking every inch -- past her delicate inner-knees, up to the backs of her thighs. His large hands squeezing and kneading her thighs as he worked the oil into her skin. As he moved upward, his hands began to brush against the sheet -- moving it up little by little with each contact.
Now he was just grazing the hint of perfect, rounded flesh visible beneath the cover. His movements caused her hips to move up and down beneath his grip a little. As he worked the tops of her inner thighs, his hands would move together in between her legs only inches away from her sex.
There was no doubt Sarah was enjoying the sensation. She was clearly awake now and regularly she would sigh and breathe deeply between her arms. I noticed her hips start to move slightly on their own.
Charlie moved around to the side again, and, without a word, folded the sheet over in the middle of her back exposing one entire side of her body. With some fresh oil, he started to work directly on her uncovered buttock, moving his hands in circular motions over the entire soft surface. There was hardly room for both of his hands as his slick fingers started to probe down between her cheeks and legs.
I heard Sarah gasp "Umm...are you sure that's part of the service?" she whispered.
"I'm just getting to the deep tissue areas," Charlie answered softly. "Are you ok?"
"No, yes..just a little embarrassed."
"Don't worry," Charlie chuckled. "I'm a professional. It's all part of my job"
"Oh ok then...," Sarah murmured, as she rested her head back down. She seemed to relax again, and Charlie moved around to the other side and repeated the process -- folding the sheet over and exposing the other cheek.
Charlie started to move his "professional" fingers deeper between her spread thighs with each pass. This time there was no doubt about it. Her hips began a slow grind up and down as one of his hands moved up to stroke her back again while the other stayed busy on her bottom -- gliding around and then dipping down...deeper and deeper each time.
Sarah's breathing began to get heavier with each passing moment. I stirred in the chair as my cock thickened. Charlie's arm movement changed, Sarah began to moan and gasp. Before, his hand had been sliding up and down, now it was moving slightly in and out. The sheet was still covering his hand from my view, but I was certain that he was fingering her.
Charlie slowed down his movements and as he pulled his hand into view it was wet with her arousal.
"Why... why are you stopping?" she almost whimpered.
"We've still got plenty of time, " he said, grinning broadly. "Besides, I need to do your front."
As she turned over I could see how flushed with excitement she was. Sarah was clearly in a state of arousal. Her pink nipples were hard and erect and her breasts heaved as she lay back down.
Charlie moved to the head of the table and started to massage her neck and shoulders. With her arms raised above her head, he had complete access to her upper body. He gently worked around her ears and soft throat, then held up each arm and worked the length of it to her hands.
She had calmed down quite a bit by this time and her breathing was almost normal. Charlie peeled the sheet down to her waist, revealing her lovely breasts.
He started at her collarbone with flat palms and started making circles that progressed down her chest. It didn't take long for his hands to make contact with her breasts, but he danced around them -- never directly touching or even grazing her erect nipples.
Taking his time, Charlie moved all around her well-oiled breasts without giving her the direct contact she was probably dying for by now. Her breathing began to get heavier again and she started to make soft noises in the back of her throat. I could see her start to arch her back as he worked on her.
