My wife and I have had a rather difficult marriage. Lots of ups and downs. Not Atypical I suppose, but the events of life have rendered my wife sexually inactive. We have not had sex in over a year. This unfortunately is not uncommon either. She internalizes stress and becomes all bound up, emotionally and sexually. Despite my many attempts to help her move past this, I have not succeeded, until we went on a trip recently.
We were vacationing at a resort for a few days to de-stress and unwind. My hope was that she would loosen up and we could make love. I thought maybe I could get her a massage and that would help. While she was napping I went to the resort front desk to inquire about massage services. I was directed back to a room where I was greeted by a handsome man, probably around 35. He was 6'1", well built and had a deep silky voice. We discussed his services as I described how tense and stressed my wife was. He gave me a very thorough description of the way he helps ladies in this condition. He indicated that it was probably better if he came to our room so she could relax more. His description was full of innuendos, but he was careful not to give away any intent, in case I got upset. He was smooth.
As he was talking I got to thinking about how I had always fantasized watching my wife having sex with another man and gauge how she would react with him. She has always been so conservative and un-explorative with me. Rather prudish actually. If I was reading his innuendos' correctly, and he was headed where I think he was, this may be my opportunity to find out.
I snapped back to reality when the massage therapist, whose name was Mike by the way, asked me if I was alright. I shook my head and said yes that I was thinking of a time that would work. I asked him what times he had available. He said he was booked the entire week but had just had a cancellation for this evening at 7:00pm prior to my arrival. Unable to control my smile, I told him that we would take it. He gave me a smile of understanding and a nod. No words were needed. I told him our room number, we shook hands, and then I left.
I had knots in my stomach thinking about the possibilities and how I was going to present this to my wife without giving away my excitement. I calmed down as I reached our room. When I entered, she was awake and asked where I had been. I told her that I went to arrange a massage for her since she loved massages. She smiled and thanked me and asked when it was? I told her at 7:00pm tonight because that was the only time slot left. She said that would work perfectly as she felt really tense and a good massage was just what she needed. It was only 2:00pm so we had the rest of the day through the dinner hour before he arrived. Interestingly enough, she never asked if it was a male or female, which made my excitement easy to disguise.
We had a nice leisure day and an early dinner with several glasses of wine. Around 6, we headed back to our room. I poured more wine as my wife got ready for a shower. I could tell that she was a little tipsy but she kept drinking. My mind wondered again, thinking that even if Mike wasn't able to fuck her but could get her loosened up, maybe I would somehow get lucky. She came out of the shower smelling fantastic as she always does. She was wearing a t-shirt and satin boxer shorts. I almost got a hard on thinking about him touching her and what he may think of her intoxicating fragrance. I was going to find out soon as I heard the door bell ring.
My wife downed her glass of wine as I answered the door. Mike walked in with his massage table and I introduced them. Mike reached out his hand and softly shook my wife's and said in his deep silky voice that it was a pleasure to meet her. He was wearing a loose cotton button down shirt and matching pants. They looked comfortable and easy to take off... Curious! As he was setting up his table at the end of our bed, I noticed my wife looking him up and down. As she was getting an eyeful of Mikes masculine frame, she didn't know I was watching her from the chair across the room.
Mike also had a large bag with him that had several items inside, many of which I could not see. From one side of the bag, he pulled out a heated blanket and motioned my wife onto the table. She eagerly climbed on and laid face down as instructed. Mike asked her to take off her t-shirt. At first she said no because she didn't have a bra on. Mike kindly told her it was OK that he would avoid that area but didn't want to fight the shirt. He further explained that her total satisfaction was important to him and would appreciate her losing the shirt. She reluctantly complied, reaching down and pulling her shirt over her head. She blushed as she exposed her large breasts and quickly laid down again.
Mike quickly placed the warm blanket over her whole body. I could see her begin to relax. Mike started massaging her feet, moved to her calves then thighs. Once there, he worked slowly and deliberately making sure he caressed her inner thighs with care. My wife was relaxed, demonstrated by her long deep sighs. As he moved up and down her thighs he made sweeping motions up her hips to her butt. Her shorts kept getting in the way and I could sense Mike's frustration. He kept working diligently though. Once he accidently slipped (I think) and his thumb went in near her vaginal area. She squirmed and closed her legs denying access. He quickly pulled away and made and whispered an apology. She relaxed again and he continued.
Mike proceeded to work her back, arms and shoulders. By the time he reached her neck, temples and scalp, she was putty in his hands and completely relaxed. Mike instructed her to turn over, but his time insisted that she take off her shorts explaining that having them on caused him to slip last time. She bought that line and promptly removed them and quickly got under the warm blanket again, this time face up. Mike asked her to sit up as he handed her a glass of wine and said he would return in a moment. She downed her wine and laid back down. My wife let out a big sigh and settled in again.
Mike returned to the room walked to the table and rearranged items in his bag. Starting at her feet again, he worked his way up her body, talking his time on her thighs. This time however, my wife had let her legs open slightly as she relaxed. Mike began rubbing her inner thighs. He whispered to her, that he was going to spread her legs some more to give him better access her thighs. As he did this, she squirmed but did not object. There she was lying face up on a massage table with her hairy pussy fully exposed to this handsome massage therapist.
He kept working her inner thighs, coming close, but being careful not to touch her private area. I could tell this was causing some sort of excitement in her, as her breathing became more shallow. Just as she really seemed to be enjoying this experience, Mike left her inner thighs and moved up her body some more to her hips, stomach and arms. As he finished her arms, he worked her rib cage coming ever so close to her breasts. Strategically, he brushed her nipple as he moved his hand to apply more massage oil, causing my wife to flinch. When she did this her legs came open even more and her nipples both rose to full attention.
This did not go unnoticed by either Mike or I. Mike took this opportunity to ask her if she wanted him to massage her breasts and reminded her that he only wants her full satisfaction. She looked at me and I nodded in approval. My wife quietly whispered yes. Mike slowly and gently began toughing each breast avoiding the nipples. She was now squirming quite regularly, obviously getting turned on by this man's touch. Suddenly, he gently took both nipples between his fingers and squeezed. My wife let out a whimper and squirmed even more. I noticed that she was grabbing the side of the table with clenched fists. Rather than go in for the kill, Mike left her breasts and moved up to her shoulders, temples and scalp, as before.
My wife let go of her grasp of the bed and let out a sigh of what sounded like disappointment. That didn't last long as Mike began his journey back down her body. He stopped again at her breasts, this time working the nipples immediately. My wife was thoroughly enjoying his return there evidenced by her squirming, but was not as tense this time. Mike stayed there for several minutes then continued his course downward. My wife's eyes were glazed over as she looked at me with a look of desperation and erotic satisfaction. I gave her a look of assurance as Mike continued touching her.
By now he had reached her parted legs and fully exposed pussy. He used one hand to massage the crease between her hip flexor and upper thigh and the other hand on her inner thighs. Again he was careful not to touch her private area. She began gyrating her hips and even reached up to pinch her own nipples. I was in a trance watching this happen as my cock grew in my pants. Mike slowed to a stop and said he would return again momentarily. My wife let out a deep sigh of frustration. He had already been working on her for over an hour. Maybe she thought he was done.
When he was out of the room, I walked over to her to ask how she was enjoying the massage. She whispered breathlessly that it was amazing and that she didn't want him to stop touching her. With that same look of desperation in her eyes, she asked me if he was coming back? I said probably. She apologized for enjoying his touch so much and wanted to know what she should do. I told her to let herself go and enjoy. She thanked me saying she hoped I wouldn't mind because she couldn't stop him now if she tried. I could see a tear in her eye. I wiped it away and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Just then, the door opened and Mike walked in again. My wife drew a big breath and let it out as though she was anticipating what was going to happen next. Mike looked at my trembling wife then looked at me. I gave him a nod of approval to continue. Mike put oil in his hands and rubbed it all over her breasts and inner thigh area. My wife grabbed his hands as they were all over her as if to help him massage her. He leaned in to ask if she was enjoying this when she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. They kissed passionately for several minutes while Mike continued to touch her all over.
