I'm Sam, and my wife is Jen. These are aliases; they aren't our real names. However, aside from our names, all my stories and details are true.
I recount my stories in a specific way. I tend to be descriptive, perhaps a little too much, but I always want to capture all the details and give an accurate recounting of what happened. Writing this primarily for the reader also allows me to relive the experience.
Our (mine and Jen's) sexual kinks and experiences usually play out like this: after we have an experience, we revert to our "regular" sex lives, which are more "vanilla," but still incredibly enjoyable. We are both fortunate in that we very much enjoy sex with each other and each other's company. Any sexual experience we have with someone else or while embracing our kinky life is just the icing on the cake.
This story takes place in June - about a month and a half after Jen and I visited the sex club where she got tied up and had sex with another guy.
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Jen and I were in bed one night, talking about our fantasies. I knew about her sexual history before we met, and she knew about mine. One of the things she fantasized about were the erotic massages I got at a massage parlor. I told her how the masseuse gave me a table shower and then a massage followed by a happy ending, and the other time she had full sex with me on the massage table.
Jen told me that it sounded really hot, and she would actually like to be in the room to watch a masseuse get me off. However, there were a couple of issues with that. The first one was that all the massage parlors I called did not allow couples or an additional woman to be in the room. The second issue was that Jen happens to be very "possessive" of me and doesn't like it when I get attention from other women. Although Jen wanted to make this happen, and even if we were able to find a massage parlor that would let a woman in the room to watch, we both agreed that Jen's reaction may not be great, or she may feel very bad after it's done. For that reason, we thought that it may not be a great idea.
While we were talking about massages, I told her that I thought it would be very hot for me to see Jen get an erotic massage with a happy ending. Jen loved regular massages and loved getting fingered and fucked, so I thought it would be a great idea to have her get a massage like that. I also find it very hot to see Jen having orgasms and being pleasured, so I thought it was a win-win.
Jen was cool with that idea, so I threw myself into our new mission. I found a couple of guys who actually seemed to have a legitimate massage practice and also seemed up to perform "sensual" massages as well. Her only firm requirement was that the massage be a "real" massage by someone who knew how to give a massage. She didn't want some guy who gave a two-minute massage and then just started fingering her.
I received many responses to the post I put up on a couple of Hotwife-Swinger websites that we were members of, and I found several people who stood out. The top choice was a guy who really seemed to know what he's doing and actually had a massage studio in New Jersey - about a 40-minute drive from where we lived. He specialized in sports massages professionally, as a sports massage therapist, and said that would also give a sensual massage. He said he's done it before a couple of times, but "off the record," as it wasn't his primary business. He even had a professional website and a bunch of positive reviews on Google and Yelp. The only drawback was his location, which wasn't close to us, and he wouldn't come to us. There was another guy who said that he was a quasi-professional masseur, and there were other guys who called themselves "amateur" masseurs and claimed that they were skilled in giving massages as well. Some of them said that they took massage "classes" at some point in their lives.
Jen was into the concept, but she said that as this wasn't a fully "normal" professional massage, where she wouldn't care what her masseuse looked like, because this had an erotic component to it, she wanted to make sure that she was attracted to the guy who was giving her the massage. I thought that was a fair point, so I reached out to all the people that I found and responded and asked for some photos. I showed them to Jen, and there were eight people in total who she thought were attractive looking. From those eight, we were able to narrow the group down to four different people.
I contacted them all to try to really figure out what their massage experience was, and Jen suggested that we meet with each one for drinks just to see how their personality is. I thought this was a good idea, although it is a little bit weird because when a person is getting a massage they don't normally meet with their masseuse/masseur prior to getting a massage, but I understood that this wasn't a normal type of massage, and I wanted to make sure that Jen was as comfortable as possible with this. So with that said, we went ahead and tried to arrange meetings with these four people.
The first of the people we met with was this guy named Drew, and he was a really nice guy. Jen really liked the way he looked; he had a very nice personality. He was a little bit of a mix between a blue-collar guy and a white-collar guy, and he was very handsome.
Jen and I sat in a booth together, across from Andrew, and we had a really nice conversation. During that conversation, Drew admitted to us that he exaggerated his massage capabilities - he was not a quasi-professional masseuse, and he'd never done anything like that professionally, but he said that when he massaged his previous girlfriends, they enjoyed it, so that's what led him to respond to our post. Jen appreciated his honesty and was really into his looks and personality, and eventually - about an hour into our meeting - Jen went to the bathroom and when she came back, she said that she's going to sit near him, so she sat next to him and they were getting a little bit "touchy-feely".
Drew asked if he could kiss her, and she said yes, and they kissed a little bit and made out a little bit in the booth. It was totally unexpected, and I was happy that the restaurant was pretty empty so no one saw them. When we parted ways, Jen told him that we'll be in touch and we'll see him later at a different time.