My wife, Marie and I were planning a trip to Miami for a much needed vacation last March. The weather sucked at home in Boston and we both had a sever case of cabin fever.
Marie and I have been married for 12 years. We were high school sweethearts and married at the tender young age of 19. Marie isn't your average 31 year old married lady though, she could easily pass for a 24 year old runway model. She's tall, 5 feet 9 inches tall, blonde, blue eyed and gorgeous. Her greatest assets are definitely her natural 36C's, still as perky as they were when she was in high school.
Marie has always been a flirt, but as far as I know, I'm the only man she's ever had sex with. I can't say the same for me, I had a few experiences during high school, though I'd never admit it to Marie.
I'm Rob, the same age as my lovely, sexy wife. I'm quite tall, 6 feet 4 inches tall and in the best shape of my life. We have our own exercise equipment at home so I try to work out regularly. Marie thinks I have the perfect body for her but being a man, we usually wish we had more in the cock department. I'm a little above average in size, about 7 inches long.
We've both talked about fantasy partners while having sex but neither of us have ever pressed the issue, attempting to participate in any of these. I don't think she'd ever go for it, but I'm a typical guy, I'm up for just about anything.
Our trip to Miami was just going to be a short, three night stay. Just long enough to get a little sun and take the edge off the winter blahs.
Everything went perfectly, the flight down to Miami was on time, the weather forecast was perfect too. The temperature was going to be in the 80's for all three days. The hotel we stayed at was right on the beach with a fantastic view of the ocean, great pools, restaurants and night clubs.
On our first day in Miami, I noticed an advertisement in our hotel room for massages, given in the room by professionals. They actually would come to the room with a massage table, the cost only being $100 an hour. I thought it would be the perfect gift for Marie, she loved massages but never wanted to spend the money to have a real professional give her one.
I didn't tell her about it until we had settled in for the night, it was about eleven o'clock. I had a choice of having a man or a woman giving the massage so I chose a man, hoping for a good looking guy for her. I knew she'd love it after she got over the shock of someone coming to the room but it seemed innocent enough. I knew I'd enjoy the show and asked if I could be present when he came to the room, knowing also how uncomfortable she would be if I wasn't there.
"Hey babe, how would you like a massage tonight?" I asked.
"I'd love one, it's been a long day. Are you up for it tonight?' Marie answered.
"Well, actually, what would you say to having a professional come to the room with a massage table?" I said.
"I'd say it's a waste of money, but thank you for thinking of me."
"I've already paid for it, I'm expecting them to come to the door shortly. I'll have to call to cancel if you really don't want one."
"If you've already paid for it, maybe it would be nice, thank you," Marie said to my surprise.
"Wonderful! I hope it relaxes you. You've always wanted a real one," I said excitedly. "He should be here any minute!"
"He? I don't know about this. Couldn't you have hired a lady?"
"I could have but thought a pair of masculine hands would feel better to you."
"I guess so if you're comfortable with it," Marie said sheepishly.
"I'm very comfortable with it, I'll be right here with you."
A knock came from the door, our masseuse had arrived. I got up to answer the door, pleased as I opened it. Before me stood an olive skinned, very rugged man, wearing a sleeveless shirt and loose fitting shorts. He was absolutely ripped, he looked to be Italian. He was carrying his table in one hand.
"Hello Sir, I'm here as requested for massage services. May I come in and set up?" the rugged, handsome man said.
"My name is Anthony, you can call me Tony if you like," he said.
"Pleased to meet you, please come in," I said.
Tony came in, setting his table up next to the bed quickly. The table was small, with a thin mattress and a set of sheets folded on top as the table unfolded. I could sense the tension coming from Marie but also noticed her checking Tony out. I can't remember her ever looking at anyone quite like that ,other than me. I was actually a little turned on by it.
"Would you like to change into something madam or would you prefer to be nude under the sheets?" Tony asked.
I knew she'd choose clothing, especially with me sitting right there. Instead, her response surprised me.
"If you'll turn around and face the other way, I'll get undressed and wrap myself in a sheet if you like," Marie said as she looked at me for a nod of approval.
I gave her the nod, still in shock at her response. My cock was already moving just thinking about my sexy wife naked with only a sheet covering her. I was wondering just how much she would be willing to expose or what he was planning to massage. He seemed very comfortable and secure with his job, he also seemed very professional about it.
To my surprise and delight, Marie disrobed right there as she climbed onto his table, pulling the sheet around her body as she lay on her stomach. I was getting very turned on at this point, my cock straining under my shorts. Marie noticed this, giving me a wink.
"I give my clients a choice madam, I massage fully clothed or can also disrobe to your level of desire. Would you like for me to remain fully clothed?" Tony asked. "Also Sir, I can also massage you if you like."
"I'm going to just sit over here in the chair and enjoy watching if you don''t mind," I said.
"I'd love for you to take your shirt off Tony, you look like you have a great chest," Marie said.
I was again surprised with how comfortable Marie was, maybe the wink meant something. I could tell she liked how this guy looked. He removed his shirt, exposing his huge, hairless chest. This guy definitely spent many hours a day in the gym and Marie was checking out every ripple, straining to hold her head up to take him all in.
My cock was so hard at this point, anticipating Tony's hands caressing and massaging Marie. I was ready for whatever show he had in mind, maybe even hoping for the unthinkable.
"Please don't call me madam Tony, call me Marie."
"OK Marie, are you ready? If anything makes you uncomfortable, please stop me," Tony said.
"I'm sure I'll be comfortable with anything you do, you might want to ask Rob though."
"I'm good with whatever you like Hun," I answered, my cock now very noticeably hard.
Tony stepped toward Marie, pulling the sheet down just enough to begin massaging her shoulders and neck. His hands were huge and masculine, but definitely talented and gentle as well. I sat mesmerized watching him as Marie relaxed, enjoying the massage.
I was getting really turned on as Tony stood so close to her, his crotch at her eye level. I swear she was stealing glances at it, checking him out. From what I could see, he had quite a bulge. I couldn't believe the thoughts going through me head now, naughty thoughts, wondering if she was thinking along the same lines.
Tony continued massaging her upper back working his way slow and gently to her lower back, the sheet lowered now exposing the side of her naked tits, pressed firmly against the table. I swear I heard her moan in pleasure as he continued gently caressing her lower back, now rubbing her hips.
My cock was so hard, I shifted in my chair trying to reposition to take some of the pressure off my growing erection. Tony discretely glanced toward me, noticing my excitement.
I could see Marie's breathing quicken, she was almost panting now, thoroughly enjoying his masterful work. Tony could sense our arousal as he continued removing more of the sheet covering my sexy wife. He ass was now partially visible as he was now massaging her lower legs, the sheet inching downward as he massaged upward toward her thighs.