Prologue:
This is a story about one of my wife's fantasies that I was able to make a reality.
My wife and I are an early 50s couple, both fit and attractive. Liz is 5'0", weighs 100 lbs and has 32DD breast. I'm Travis and I am 6'2, weigh 225 lbs and I'm muscular.
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"Liz, let's go to bed," I suggested. She was still watching TV, but her show was almost over.
"Go ahead and warm the bed, I'll be there as soon as this is over," she replied.
I lied in bed reading an erotic story as she entered the dimly lit bedroom. She was wearing a sheer tee and panties when she crawled into bed. She fluffed her pillows and sat up, suggesting she needed a back rub. It had been a long time since she had to ask for one.
"What are you reading," she asked.
"A story about massage that went further than the client expected," I said.
"Ah, a happy ending massage. I've only gotten those from you," Liz said with a smile.
By now I was rubbing her neck and shoulders. I told her if she was lucky she might get a happy ending tonight.
She said, "that would be wonderful, but you know I've always had a fantasy of being massaged by a hunky masseur."
"Yes, I remember. Do you want it to remain a fantasy, or would you like to make it a memory," I asked.
"Making my fantasy come true would make a great memory. It'd would have to be the right situation," she added.
I continued the rubbing and we eventually made love, but her fantasy was on my mind and I was starting to think of ways to make it happen.
Over the next week I began chatting with single guys on a lifestyle site. I was looking for someone that had enough massage skills they could pass for a masseur. He also needed to be good looking, respectful and pretty well hung.
It took several weeks, but I found our guy. He lived nearly two hours drive from us. Lucky for me however, he was only 30 minutes from our cabin. This gave me a great opportunity to provide a relaxing weekend away, topped off with a fantasy filling happy ending massage.
Liz had been stressed with caring for her Mom and Aunt. She needed some downtime. We both did. I scheduled a vacation day and told her we were going to the cabin for a long weekend. I'd cook, she'd relax and unwind.
Our cabin is small, cozy and surrounded by hardwood trees. It was fall and peak color season. Campfires would feel good too. Liz liked the idea, but had no clue about what I had planned.
We took off late Thursday evening after my work day was done. Our two hour drive helped us both unwind. The cabin was cold, but it didn't take long to warm it up and get unpacked.
"What's the plan for tomorrow," she asked.
"My plan is to make you breakfast while you sleep," I replied. I also told her there was no agenda. I was trying to melt away her stress.
The next day I kept my breakfast promise. We rode some trails on the property, watched a movie and ended the day sipping our favorite adult beverages around a campfire. Liz was relaxed. So much so, she fell asleep before we could have any fun.
The following day was a repeat, except by noon Liz suggested we do something exciting later. I suggested going to town for a nice dinner and some cocktails. She liked the idea as it gave her a chance to dress sexy and tease me.
Later that afternoon, Liz got ready and revealed herself in a very sexy top with tight leggings and boots. Her ass looked amazing in the leggings and her top covered just enough to make you look harder. Her top showed lots of cleavage too. She threw on a denim jacket and we were off.
She did not know that I had already planned for my new friend Roger, the masseur, to meet us there.
I knew the restaurant would be crowded, so I suggested we sit at the bar. There just so happened to be two stools next to a handsome guy (Roger). We chatted over drinks. By the time Liz had finished her first martini, she was getting flirty with Roger.
He was a gentleman, but also a big flirt. We ate a light dinner and Liz finished a second martini. Since it wasn't late, I brought up the idea of enjoying another campfire. Roger said he hasn't enjoyed a campfire in a long time. Liz shot me a very curious look. I'd hoped the second drink would have her ready for anything. They must be kind of weak, so I went to Plan B.
I said, "Liz, I'm glad you hit it off with Roger because he's your masseur tonight."
"You arranged all of this," she asked with a pondering look? After a long pause she said, "how thoughtful, let's all go build a campfire."
The cool night air was a bit sobering. Roger followed us the short drive to our cabin. Liz went in to fetch drinks while we started a fire. Roger told me he thought Liz was more sexy in person than her pictures. He'd already complimented her pics, so I knew he was eager.
We had the fire roaring when Liz stepped out with the drinks. Roger rushed to give her a hand. We enjoyed our toddies and the talk got more adventurous. Liz continued her flirting as we both got to know our guest better.
Liz pulled a small bong out of a bag and said, "if the goal is relaxing, this will help."
The additional drink and a few hits off the bong had Liz right where I'd hoped. She was relaxed and horny. So, I suggested we go to the loft where I had our massage table set up.
The cabin heat rises, so the loft is much warmer. We gave Liz a head start. She had candles lit and was wearing only her robe when we crested the stairs.
We stripped to our underwear and she laid on the table face down. I covered her with a towel to make it feel professional.
Roger had studied some on line massage techniques and I had coached him a bit. He warmed the oil in his palms and worked the full length of her legs with long strokes. He applied pressure with his thumbs and Liz gently moaned. She was already enjoying it.
He massaged her feet, giving her arches lots of attention. He worked his way back up her legs, focusing on her inner thighs. He went farther toward her pussy with each pass. At his last pass, he grazed her clit with each hand.
Roger pulled the towel over her buttocks and rubbed each deeply. Liz continued softly moaning her approval.
He covered her ass and began massaging her back. He remembered my advice and stopped at her typically knotted areas and worked them deeply.
