It was my wife who suggested it: "Why don't we get a couples massage?"
She had recently received a Day Spa gift voucher from a long-time friend for her birthday. My wife wasn't the type to go out and get a massage, even though she occasionally complained about a sore neck and, just recently, a bit of an ache in her lower back after working in the garden the previous weekend.
Her friend had joked to her when she gave the voucher to her that she struggled to find a place that didn't seem to offer "happy endings". I had laughed at that, even though I had spent a number of years looking for and frequenting those exact places.
The suggestion for a couples massage was just as we were lying down for a bit of sex in the evening. My wife had reached out her hand and was slowly stroking my cock at the time. I had reached around the back of her with my long arm and ran a couple of fingers up her freshly shaven pussy slit. As with most times my wife has my dick in her hand, all I could do was agree with her suggestion. We had recently moved to the area but I was keen to look around and find a spot.
In my experience, Chinese massages places tended to be a bit run down / dirty with older ladies that would offer you a happy ending. Thai places on the other hand were usually well presented, clean and had younger (early 20's) girls who rarely wanted to turn a massage into a sexual act.
I found a local Thai massage place on the internet and the price list revealed that a couples massage was something that they offered. Good. I mentioned this to my wife and she was happy for me to book it in, which I did for a Saturday night. I figured we could get a meal afterwards somewhere close.
The weekend came around and we had a booking for 5:00pm on Saturday night. We dressed up a bit, but I think that was more for the dinner afterwards than the massage. We were greeted at reception by a very cute girl in some sort of traditional uniform / dress. She led us down some carpeted steps. We could smell the fragrance of incense around us.
The girl grabbed two big, cream towels just inside the room and another girl came in with a silver tray with two ceramic cups of hot tea. The tray was sat down in front of us. We were told to relax and take our time but when we were ready to, "Please take off all your clothes and be naked to lie face down on the tables". She then left.
My wife and I looked at each other, smiled and stifled some laughter. I thought we might be down to our underwear but the instruction to get naked took us both by surprise. We at least had the tea to distract us as we slowly took off our clothes. We were down to our underwear when my wife took off her bra and panties. I followed suit and there was nothing more to do than to lie down on the tables. My wife said to me, "I think this is your table", touching the one that was further away from the door. I looked over and noticed that, in addition to the hole at the top that it had for your face, it also seemed to have a hole at crotch level. My face flushed a bit of embarrassment but there was no denying the practicality of the table.
We both went to our respective tables and laid down on our stomachs quickly, so we weren't both caught standing around naked when the girls walked in. It was a bit strangle to have my cock and balls hanging through a hole in the table. It was no doubt comfortable but I did feel quite exposed.
The tables themselves were quite generous in size. There were about a metre wide and probably about two metres in length. I'm quite tall at 6' 3" and sometimes my feet hang off the table but they didn't on this one.
