Like most couples, Katie and I had shared a long list of fantasies in the early stages of our relationship but the vast majority of them had remained just that. Now, having been together for 13 years and married for seven of those, conversations about possibilities for the future were far rarer than ones dealing with problems in the here and now.
Not that there was anything wrong with our sex life - we still fancied each other and still had great sessions on a regular basis. Maybe not as often as the two people in their mid twenties who first met and used to go at it like rabbits, but neither of us had any complaints.
However, with careers, kids and the inevitable stresses life entails, it had been a long time since we had tried anything new in the bedroom. That is until Katie's car broke down.
For a few days I was going to have to drop Katie off at work after the school run. Without realising it at the time, we had been handed some precious 30-minute windows of time together, something incredibly rare in our busy lives.
Katie was in great shape for a 37-year-old mum of two, with her dark brown hair and olive skin. She didn't go to the gym but she did do loads of walking and maintained a slim size 8 figure with 32c breasts and a big, curvy bum that almost pushed her into a size 10.
On our first trip to her work the subject of sex came up. I can't remember why or how the conversation ended up there, but I was happy it did. "Do you regret that we never had those threesomes?" I asked her. In the first few years together we had often asked each other about a threesome - Katie wanted MMF, while unsurprisingly I was keen to have two women at once. We'd often promise each other that they could have their threesome if they provided the other with the one they wanted but neither of us were keen to have the other's preferred option first. I knew at the time that I didn't want another man fucking my girlfriend with me when there was a risk that Katie would back out of her end of the bargain, or worse yet leave me for him. However, the insecurities of youth were now a thing of the past and our marriage was much more stable now.
"A bit," she replied. "I'd have loved two men enjoying me at once. I'm not sure I could have handled seeing you with another woman in return though."
This confirmed what I'd suspected all those years ago, that an MFF threesome was never seriously on the cards. When I got home I thought about how Katie had always wanted two men to enjoy her at once - the idea bothered me far less than it used to. But I was unsure how another man touching her would make me feel until it actually happened. I needed some sort of trial run that would give me a better indicator, without the pressure of knowing we were taking part in a threesome. Then the idea struck me.
After a short online search, I found a few men in the local area offering free massages to women. Presumably this was an attempt to get laid, but as far as I was concerned that wasn't a bad thing. I didn't want sex to be off the table, like it would be with a professional masseuse, but I didn't want to explicitly promise it either. I dropped a short email to everyone offering free massages to women in the local area asking how they felt about massaging Katie with me present.
I'd forgotten all about it until later that evening when I checked my emails and had several responses. One wouldn't do it with me there, but two others were prepared to. I asked to see a face picture of them both and, of the two, Martin looked the better option. He was older than us, probably early 50s with greying hair, but in decent shape for his age, whereas the other guy had let himself go. Martin didn't ask about sex but he did ask if we'd like it to be a naturist massage, with him and Katie both naked. We'd been to a couple of naturist resorts in our time and this seemed like a fun way to make it clear to Katie that, if she wanted, this could be more than a massage.
The next morning in the car I told her what I'd been planning. "I've booked you a massage on Sunday, your mum is going to have the kids," I said.
"Awe, really?" She replied. "Where at?"
"He's coming to us," I said. "It's a naturist massage."
"Are you serious? Where have you found him?"
I explained that I'd found him online, that I would be present throughout and that she was under no obligation to do anything, although if she wanted to I was happy for that to happen. After sleeping on it she decided we'd go ahead.
Sunday soon came around and Katie and I had come up with a code for letting each other know if we were happy to take things further. If we mentioned the weather in a positive way, it meant that person was happy for things to go further, but if either of us wanted it to stop we'd mention the weather in a negative context.
