Eventually, two women came out and introduced themselves to me, both already knew my wife as she was a regular. I remember one was a thin brunette, the other a stocky girl, early 40's. I forget the names, but the brunette hangs out with my wife's girlfriends. (shopping trips, bunco etc). We are left in a room with two massage tables where we drop the robes and lie, naked, face down, pulling the thin sheet up to mid back to cover myself. I tucked my penis pointing downward to keep from lying on it. This is a set up where there is a hole for the nose and mouth but the ring of that hole came across my eyes and cheeks. With my head down, I couldn't see, but that didn't seem required.
Right off, things were a bit odd. I'd had massages a couple of times before, and what the stocky girl initially did, seemed surprising. She basically popped by sheet, just as my wife does when making the bed. I felt the sheet come completely off of me, feeling the wind on my ass. Seems like she wasn't one for modesty, but I chalked this up to her being a tidy freak. She sat at the head of the table though and began to massage from my shoulders to low back, in a sweeping motion. Felt great. She had pushed the sheet down to just above my ass to do this, no problem. Then, with no fanfare, she pushed the sheet down to my mid thigh, rubbing in long motions from my shoulders to my ass. I found myself in room with two spa girls, and my wife lying naked and face down with the sheet basically only covering my calves and knees. This definitely varied from protocol that I'd seen in my (few) previous visits to other spas. I still didn't think much of it, after all, an ass is an ass, but then my masseuse walked to the foot of the bed. She left the sheet where it was and started to work on a foot, pulling it a bit to the side to massage it. As I lay there, I became aware that she must have a view of my balls, and, since I tucked down, the head on my penis peaking out, pointing to my feet. I didn't think of a graceful way to complain, so I held fast while she worked and, no doubt looked all she wanted. I heard walking in the room, so I suspect I was displayed to both the spa girls, who knows.
Finally, she pulled the sheet to cover me from ankle to shoulder and walked to the side of the bed. She lifted the sheet to just under her chin and abruptly said, "turn over!" I raised my head, my vision a bit blurry from having pressed my eyes to the bed for 30 minutes, and looking up at the stocky, stoic looking girl, started to roll over. She had the sheet high enough that I thought she might not be watching, but as I rolled on to my side, I saw that I was facing my wife's table. She was already on her back, her head turned so she was facing me, the little brunette working on her scalp, glancing in my direction. I was completely uncovered, penis hanging limp and exposed to my smiling wife and her friend from the spa. I quickly completed my turn on to my back, hoping to get the sheet down sooner rather than later, but when I lay flat on my back, I say my stocky masseuse sheet below her chin, looking down at my flopping penis. At this point, the gig was up. I'd certainly not managed to hide anything from the girls. At least the room was warm. As my masseuse lowered the sheet, I reached down and tucked my still flaccid penis to the left. I thought that tucking it down would make it a bit less prominent under the thin sheet.
