This is the (mostly) true story of my wife's first sensual massage. The masseuse was a professional that had the fantasy of going too far. At the time I set it up I didn't expect it to go as far as it did but it was a great experience.
"Man she's gorgeous," Haden said, his eyes locked on the nearly naked picture of my wife displayed on my phone. The conversations of twenty other people at the coffee shop granted us a surprising amount of privacy. "She has curves that are made for grabbing."
I took a sip of my latte, feeling a pang of jealously but thoroughly enjoying the strange satisfaction of another man's obvious attraction to my girl. The picture I had chosen detailed the fine lines of her hips and breasts and her toned stomach. "Just remember, I love her."
"I get it, I don't want to cause any trouble ..." Haden said, finally managing to free his eyes from the phone's screen. "If she's OK with it are you OK with me fingering or licking her pussy?"
"If she's open to it then I'm fine with it." I paused to readjust the now uncomfortable bulge of my cock in my jeans. "I want you to press her limits and make her incredibly horny but if she's not receptive back off and I will pay you for a normal massage."
A couple minutes later the rest of the details for my wife's surprise were finalized and I was left with a mix of fear and excitement for the evening's events. I knew Claire had always had the fantasy of a massage going too far but she was also the most loyal person I had ever met. I could only hope that if she wasn't receptive the rest of the night could be salvaged.
"Babe, this room is gorgeous! Clair said, a smile plastered across her face, her head swiveling to take in the room. "It been too long since we have had a night off."
"Yes, we need to do this way more often" I replied, my eyes taking in the view of her ass more than the elephant protruding from the wall of our themed room. "And it will be nice not to have to worry about the kids hearing you screaming tonight."
"Ooh so you think I'll be screaming tonight Mr. Thompson?" I turned to find a grinning Claire standing next to the gigantic jetted tub, wearing only her bra and panties, in fact the bra and panties she had seduced me with the first time we had sex.
"We have an hour before the masseuse arrives." My hands began to move, almost on their own, unbuttoning my shirt. I fought the urge to yank her panties to her ankles and bury my tongue in her perfectly shaped pussy. "Why don't we find out?"
The next hour was pure torture, Claire had stripped exposing the mounds of her b-cup breasts and the perfectly groomed, smooth mound of her pussy before sinking into the water. I ached touch her, no to ravage her but somehow found the strength to limit myself to enjoying the view. Thankfully at last the rapping of knuckles on the door announced Haden's arrival.
"Are we still on?" A clearly excited and extremely horny Haden asked outside the door. He stood a few inches less than my six foot one and though five years my junior a good twenty pounds heavier. I had a feeling despite being a masseuse he did not often enjoy the more intimate areas of a drop dead gorgeous woman.
"Yes, start with a regular massage and then you can brush her breasts and pussy and press her boundaries." I said. "She's probably going to wear her panties so you'll need to get them off."
We entered the room and I listened to Haden and Claire make small talk as he setup the portable massage table and prepared his oils. Soon she was lying face down topless, her black panties the only remaining piece of her wardrobe.
"Are you from here?" Claire asked, making small talk as his hands glided down her back. The two were soon lost in conversation about how both of them were originally from southern California but had somehow found themselves in Utah.
"I think I'm going to get some ice my love," I interrupted, wanting to give them some privacy and Haden a chance to become a little more familiar with her body. "I'll be back in a couple minutes." Just before the door closed I caught the unmistakable look of pure desire covering Haden's face.
Despite the ice machine being only thirty feet down the hall I managed to stretch my absence to ten minutes and when I re-entered the room I was welcomed by the pleasant site of my wife's panties on the floor. Claire was still draped Haden was in the process of massaging both of the cheeks of her ass.
I sat in a chair near the bottom of the massage table, yielding the perfect view of Haden discretely pushing the towel up, only an inch or so but enough to give both of us a gorgeous view of the lips of her pussy. Claire, lost in the pleasure of the massage seemed not to notice her body being put on display.
