I wrote the first part about how my friend and I gave my wife and his wife dueling massages. The first part of our plan, him giving my wife a massage, was a huge success. Here is the second part where we hatch our plan on his wife.
If you read the first part of the story, you might be wondering how much of this is true or is it all made up. Its all true believe me. It might seem impossible to pull this off on our wives since all they have to do is talk to each other and they would find out quickly that neither of us had been taking any classes at the Community College and we would be easily busted. This plan was able to work because my wife and his wife are only really friends though us. They hang out together when we hang out together but aren't really friends on their own. It's one of those spousal relationships that happen when you are married where either the husbands are friends because the wives are friends or vice versa. So since the ladies were friendly but not best of friends, we didn't have to worry too much about lengthy conversations where something like this would come up. It was about as foolproof a plan as two husbands could come up with.
In the first part of the story I gave the details of how our plan would work. How we would tell our wives that the other of us was taking massage certification classes and that he would need to give a certain number of hours of massage to receive their certification. I won't go back in to the details of the plan but again, if you read the first part, you know that it worked on my wife. We had no reason to suspect that it wouldn't work on his wife so we set about making part 2 of our plan happen and it too was successful. My friend's wife agreed to get a massage from me so that she could help me in my certification process.
The day soon arrived where I would go to his house and give a massage to his wife while he watched. I arrived at their house at the scheduled time and was greeted at the door by my friend. He said his wife was still in the shower and would be about 10 minutes more or so. I asked him if he was nervous and if he still wanted to go on with our plan and he said he had been dying for this day and he was hoping it would work out as well as it did with my wife. He told me to get the table set up in their living room since it probably wouldn't work too well in the bedroom given that their room is not that large and the living room was a better setting. They do have two kids but they were spending the weekend with their grand parents so the adults were home alone for the weekend so there wouldn't be any privacy concerns in the living room so I went ahead and got set up.
After about 10 minutes, his wife came down the stairs and entered the living room where he and I were sitting chatting. She was wearing a robe and her hair was still damp from her shower. She is an inch or two taller than my wife at about 5'8 and is a much more petite than my wife. Where my wife is athletic and has a larger build, this woman was very long and lean. After many years of knowing her and being friends with her husband, I was very curious to see what was under that robe and I was hoping that I would get to. After a brief chat I, let her know that I would step out of the room while she got herself situated on the table.
When I re-entered the room, she was laying face down on the table with a towel covering her midsection and my friend was sitting in a chair near the massage table pretending to be reading a magazine and watching TV. I had massage oil warming in a warmer so I went and retrieved the oil and got ready to begin the massage. I knew as much about real massage as my friend did when he gave my wife her massage, next to nothing. He had done a good job with his so I figured I would mimic his moves and his progression and see how it went. I started with her shoulders and arms and went all the way down to her hands and fingers. She seemed to be enjoying the massage as she was breathing very deeply and had her eyes closed as she laid there and seemed to be nearly sleeping. I was already rock hard at this point and was very excited that I was even getting to give this hot woman a massage. I wasn't sure how far it would go but now I didn't care. I was happy with what I was doing and would not have been disappointed if she didn't go further than the massage.
After her arms, I focused on her neck and upper back. She seemed to be so tiny under my hands and her body felt very different than my own wife's body did. After completing her upper back and shoulders, I began to move down her back to the top of the towel. I was using the long slow strokes that my friend had used when he was massaging this part of my wife's back and it seemed to be having the same effect. Each time I would stroke down her back, I would run my hand up under the top of the towel just a bit further and further each time. At this point my heart was beating out of control as I thought that each time my hand would sneak under the towel she would protest and end the massage. Each time my hands went a little further and she did not protest, I felt a little better but did not want to push it too far at this point. I was still trying to maintain the legitimate massage cover story and I didn't want to get busted.
