Like most couples, the first year or two of our relationship involved a lot of hot and regular sex, some of which could already be considered as hinting at our sexual future as we had experimented with lots roleplay and exhibitionism.
However, things had tapered down and we both got distracted by the necessary, but more mundane aspects of life. While still very much in love, things got shuffled from a priority perspective with work and income becoming the dominant feature.
So, after a couple of years of 'vanilla' activity, our first foray back into the more adventurous side of our sexuality came about innocently enough, and also very expectantly.
As a gift, Scarlett had been given a massage voucher from a very reputable spa in a lovely and affluent Dublin coastal suburb, not too far from us. Like most vouchers, it was put in the press with the best intentions to use, but months later it was rediscovered and Scarlett decided not to let it go to waste.
So, one weekend, she went and had this massage and the masseuse was male. Now, if you're expecting this to be a 'she got a fucking in the spa' type memory, then you are going to be disappointed.
It was just a massage, some upper thigh work with presumably inadvertent bumping, but that was it. However, the massage and the couple of incidents of bumps, made her think naughty thoughts and she told me about that evening, insisting that there was nothing obviously sexual about it. Yet, the thought of this guy, having accidently bump of her pubic region while giving her a massage stirred me and we ended up fucking more frequently.
Often, we would talk about a sensual massage scenario (with me watching) and Scarlett was open to the concept, but the logistics of how to make this discreetly and safely happen in Dublin were unknown to us at that time.
So, we parked it for a little while and resumed service as normal... that is until our holiday came round.
We headed to Las Vegas for two whole weeks of 35 degree plus weather, a 5 star hotel, lots of drink, and play money.
We'd discussed a couple of trips of the strippers, but not the massage concepts in any detail. However, the drinks, the day pool parties, the heat, and the clubs meant that we were having a blast and, as a supportive husband, I suggested that it might be the perfect place to explore our massage fantasy. After all, we would never see the lad again, we already had a hotel room at our disposal, and, fuck it, we were sin city after all!
Scarlett was interested but said she would get to choose the lad, a professional, and that it was massage only.
So I started the hunt and after a couple of days I found a guy called Bruno via a website called 'Rear Cover'. Bruno, by his own classification, offered a sensual massage service to women with a clear nomination that there was no sex was offered. His picture -sans face- showed a guy in his early to mid-30's with a big and muscular build. His name and picture conjured up an Italian Stallion / stripper type persona, which turned out to be exactly accurate.
Fitting our profile, I called Bruno and to my comfort, he seemed like a normal guy. I asked about the possibility of watching the massage and he said that is wasn't a problem nor was it a unusual request in his line of work.
With everything appearing to be in order and with a nod for Scarlett, I booked him for later that evening.
At the arranged time, I meet Bruno down in one of bars downstairs and just away from the gaming area. I was happy to see that he was exactly like his picture in build and I thought that Scarlett would presumably find him attractive. We had a quick drink while Scarlett ready, had a last nerve numbing drink in the room and put on her selected outfit (we had been to Victoria Secret during the day to buy sexy underwear). As this was always going to be a sensual massage, and as that was what he advertised, I went over the date rules with Bruno that it was topless only and strictly a massage, which he was cool with.
He was a cool guy to chat too and had been in the game a few years so took everything in his stride. I brought him a drink and told him that she was nervous so he should take his time. I showed him a picture of her and he was very happy with what he was going to work with.
After a short while, I got a text to say she was ready and we finished our drinks and went up to our floor and the room.
We knocked on the door and waited for her to open it.
She opened the door to us and was dressed in a satin-type robe over her new underwear set. She was also wearing heels to match the outfit.
We made introductions and made him another drink out of the little stockpile that we had accumulated in our room. We paid him and chatted casually for a few minutes. It was at this time that he told us about his job as a masseuse and also about his other job as a stripper - at the Hustler club.
Again he came across as sound and there was a pretty relaxed vibe in the room.
Eventually, we asked him to get started. She took of the robe and lay face down on some towels the bottom of the bed.
He took his clothes off so he was just wearing male G-string type garment, and took a bottle of oil out of his kit bag.
I then sat at the top of the bed with my drink in hand and watched as he started to give her a massage.
First, he started on her legs and then onto her arms. He took his time and seemed to understand that he was going to have to play it slow.
The massage was, about from the context, seemingly normal to start and after focusing on her limbs for a while, he then moved to her back.
He politely asked if she could unclip her bra and she agreed. However, not only did she unclip it, but she took it out from under her and gently slung it aside. He wouldn't have seen anything as he was standing over her, but I was encouraged that she took it off completely. Maybe she didn't want oil on it, given it was a new purchase, or maybe she was getting into the spirit of things.
He started to massage her back, again, it looked professional enough except that every so often he would rub the side of her tits, as he had access to her side boob as her head was resting on her arms now.
He let this build for a while and then move down to her lower back and upper thighs, switching between the two locations and gradually rubbing closer to her pussy, even occasionally glancing off it when working on her upper things. Growing in confidence and recognising the atmosphere, he then started dipping below her panty line and onto her bum while working on her lower back area. He put his hands under her panties waistband, and surprisingly, he asked her if he could take off her panties.
