Two seemingly unrelated circumstances led to a rather erotic and satisfying experience for my wife, Julie and me. First, Julie was having issues with muscular pain in both her legs, but perhaps more particularly in her left upper thigh. Second, for a long time I've desired to watch her fuck another man.
So, what's the connection? Massage! She needed a massage to ease the muscle tension in her legs and she needed a strong, well-endowed masseur to take her down the road to erotic pleasure; hers and mine.
Oh, sure, one day as we were making love, I told her about my desire to watch her face as someone else's big, hard cock plunged into her slick pussy. She called me a pervert. Yet, I think it opened something in her mind; something that would not manifest itself for a few years. Here's how it happened.
As our twentieth wedding anniversary approached, I had decided to get her a massage as a gift. My plan was to make the appointment for the actual date of our anniversary. I had no idea how much research would go into finding the spa that met my desires. It's a good thing I started two months before the big day. I spent hours each week talking to spa managers on the phone or, in a few cases, in person. Mostly, I was told, "No. We absolutely do NOT do that! Even if the client wanted an erotic massage with or without a 'Happy Ending.' The civil liability, or even criminal liability, if an unknowing wife or girlfriend felt violated could be prohibitive. We could lose our license and be completely shut down." The words might change slightly from manager to manager, but the answer was basically the same. It was just too dangerous, from a legal perspective, for a masseur to engage in sexual activity with a client.
I was tenacious, however, and after three weeks of searching found the right combination of daring, yet careful, consideration from a spa owner. His name is Darin and he is a tall, muscular man with long, jet black hair and that typical scruffy beard many women seem to find rather attractive. Not only was he the owner of the spa, but he was a masseur as well.
The initial conversation was over the phone, and he listened quietly while I explained the situation, like I had so many times over the last three weeks. I had the script memorized. "Look," I said, "my wife has been having major issues with muscle aches in her thighs. I think a good massage would help her out immensely."
"Yes, I think it would." He replied.
"There's more." I said before he could go on with details of the services he offered. "This is kind of out of left field, but I would also like the masseur to start slowly and attempt to increase the erotic nature of the massage. He should attempt to seduce my wife as much as possible, up to and including sexual intercourse if he can get her to go that far. I know there could be serious liability issues, but I'm very confident that I can keep my wife from pressing charges or suing in the event she feels threatened or uncomfortable. However, I must be honest. I've talked to a number of spas and I cannot give an absolute guarantee, so there is an element of risk."
There were a few seconds of silence as Darin contemplated what I had said. "First of all, your request is not out of left field. I've had that request many times, and I'm not averse to participating, but there are some considerations. First of all, I would be the masseur. I do not trust any of my staff to this kind of arrangement and would fire them on the spot if they attempted such a thing. Secondly, I would need to see your wife. I will only risk my business for women I find especially attractive and desirable. Meeting her in person would be optimal, but if you have several different photos, sexy photos preferred, I may tentatively agree without meeting her prior to the spa session, but I reserve the right to refuse sexual advances if I determine at any time during the session that there is a liability risk. Also, I may gently push boundaries with your wife, but if she hesitates for any reason, I will back down and respect her limits. Is that understood?"
"I understand."
"One more thing. I want you to be there and observe."
I couldn't believe my ears. He anticipated my next question. I was going to ask if there were any way I could watch the whole thing, but instead of instantaneously agreeing, I blurted out, "Why?"
"Because I also don't want the risk of a jealous husband having regrets after the deed is done. That's when liability soars and stupid, often violent, actions occur. If you're there, you can step in and put a stop to the activity at any time. It's no matter to me. I don't have any problem with lack of sex. If it doesn't work out, it's no skin off my back."
"Actually," I confessed, "I want to watch. I was going to ask you if I could."
"That's good." He said. "I would recommend that you come into the spa for a visit. You may bring your wife if you wish, so she can see that it is a legitimate spa. You and I definitely need to meet separately, so you can see the special facility I have for this type of event, so to speak. Oh, and if your wife doesn't come personally for a visit, I would need to see photos before agreeing to this extra arrangement."
"I'm sure she'll want to verify the facility and staff before she agrees." I replied. We then proceeded to set the date for the visit and, two days later, the massage itself.
The initial meeting went well. Darin was enamored with my wife, as I knew he would be. Julie has a fantastic body. She has cushioning in all the right places, an incredibly pretty face, small perky tits, and a nicely rounded ass. While Darin showed my wife around the spa, one of his staff took me off to show me a special room next to the massage room where I could watch through a two-way mirror. The room was necessarily dark and sported a nice theater-like lounge chair.
Upon returning to the lobby, I waited for my wife, who approached me with a big hug and said, "This place is great. I'm so looking forward to this massage." Behind her, Darin simply gave a thumbs-up.
Two days later, I dropped Julie off at the front door of the spa. "Have a wonderful massage." I said as I leaned over from the driver's side to give her a quick kiss. "I hope you feel fully rejuvenated when it's all over. Text me when you're done, and I'll come pick you up."
