Part 1
Have you ever had a "Sensual Massage"? I don't mean one of those massage parlors that mostly cater to men and promise a happy ending. I also don't mean a luxurious day at a spa where a woman is treated to the best massage experiences and emerges refreshed and full of energy. My "massage" experience was quite different. It was the greatest sexual experience of my life - without my husband.
I love my husband, Jim. He is smart, caring and tries to be thoughtful, but sometimes fails at the latter. We've been married five years. I've always been satisfied with our sex life, though it's nothing like the stories on Literotica. I was raised Catholic, and though I don't practice anymore, the guilt and shame regarding sex was burned into my brain pretty deeply.
My name is Christy, by the way. I've been told I'm pretty at 5'8" and around 130 pounds, but I have always been self-conscious about my body - I never even wore a two piece bathing suit until after college. That was probably because I was always aware of my unimpressive B-cup breasts. My twice-weekly running regimen maintains my firm abs and nice firm, round butt. I wear my dirty blond hair long because I think it makes me look more feminine.
I was a virgin when we married and it was a struggle to get comfortable being naked with Jim. He just couldn't understand my sexual reluctance. But, I got over it (mostly) and was happy to learn the ways of sex from him. The joy and satisfaction of making love exceeded my wildest dreams. I learned to enjoy cowgirl and missionary, but never got excited about doggie style. I feel I need to see my lover's face close to mine.
I've struggled to be open-minded when Jim suggested "unusual" sex activities. He had eventually convinced me to try oral sex and, with some reluctance on my part, we both learned to pleasure each other and I became more comfortable with it. I wouldn't volunteer to give him a blowjob, but would when he asked for one. But he loves to go down on me and it drives me crazy.
I know I should be more open to experimentation, but my shame and embarrassment always make me decline. That Responsible-self inside is always watching and warning against things it considers 'wrong'. I still feel that Catholic guilt - but now it's guilt over my not giving Jim everything he wants. I wish I was more adventurous. There is a Hedonistic-self in here somewhere, but I've never let her out to play.
Jim had eventually convinced me to watch porn movies with him and to explore the thousands of erotic stories on Literotica. I learned that much erotica is stimulating, not dirty or sinful. I found I got hot when we watched porn videos. The stories of dominance and punishment did arouse me, but how could pain feel good? That made no sense. But, reading stories of bondage and submission would often trigger a reaction between my legs.
I'm afraid reading Literotica stories and talking with his friends raised Jim's expectations well beyond an occasional blow job. He often suggested new sexual adventures - and I regularly declined the invitations out of squeamishness, revulsion or just not understanding the appeal. I mean, why would someone get off by sucking on someone's toes. Jesus!
Our friends Maria and Paul came from a different background. We had never directly discussed our sex life with them, but there were always hints and innuendo in their conversation. Maria sometimes giggled when Paul made a remark that I didn't understand. I've seen Paul give Jim a sideways glance while he makes some crude joke. When he stared at my body and made lewd remarks, it was hard to tell whether he was just flirting or was actually propositioning me. I have to admit that he's attractive, sexually, but not as a person you'd want to live with.
It was clear that they were very uninhibited about sexual matters and would often try to discuss details of their latest adventure. At that point, Jim would usually divert the conversation to avoid embarrassing the prude (me). Paul routinely flirted with me and suggested that I should open up to new (sexual) ideas. It irritated me that Jim let him make comments like that to his wife.
Paul and Jim work together and often play golf together. That's given them plenty of opportunity for 'guy talk'. I know Paul is the usual trouble maker and Jim often goes along with Paul's ideas when he shouldn't. Much later, I learned that Paul roped Jim into helping him harass one of the women at work. They were both brought up on disciplinary hearings. Poor Jim was mortified and explained that he had never considered that a woman could be insulted by a man complimenting her on her breasts. Like I said, smart, but also very oblivious to modern social conventions.
I believe Paul had the original idea for my day at the spa - and probably for the unfortunate events later.
To avoid any unwelcome attention to them, I will not identify the establishment in which this story took place. Just say it is a luxury spa complex along the East coast of the US. I'll use the generic name "The Oasis", because that is used by many high-end spas.
I'm sure you've seen ads or have experience with commercial spas and massage parlors. They charge a high price to provide people with physical and mental soothing/strokes/coddling to help them be happy for a short time in their life. Jim and I have enjoyed massages a few times and always feel better - for a while. Afterward, my body is relaxed and my mind floats in Zen-like peace. Then I return to home and work and my usual stressful reality crashes over me. It was a nice feeling while it lasted, but no massage had been so special that I would remember it more than a week later.
So, I was certainly surprised with my birthday gift from Jim last year. He had been excited about it for weeks before my day. I assumed it would be a special gift by his repeated comments about it and his sense of anticipation as the day approached. He had me excited when I woke that morning and found him sitting on the bed beaming at me.
"Happy Birthday honey. You're 29 today and I want you to have a special gift to remember. Can you guess what it is?"
"No. You've been teasing me and haven't given me any clues. Quit teasing and just tell me what it is" I pleaded.
His eyes lit up and he bounced up slightly on the edge of the bed. His grin seemed to fill his whole face.
"Christy, I am giving you the most wonderful experience of your life. I am giving you the greatest physical pleasure and the greatest level of excitement you have ever known." He said, and then paused.
I was speechless. With a build up like that I couldn't imagine anything so wonderful. I waited a few seconds and then yelled: "OK Jim. So tell me what it is!"
"It's this!" He exclaimed and pulled out a shiny brochure. "A full day premium level massage and spa treatment at the Oasis including all of their optional services! I want only the best for you darling."
I'm sure you've been in this situation. A loved one gives you a gift which they think is wonderful - and you don't really care for it. You have to judge how enthusiastic your response must be. You would crush them if you showed your true feelings, but you don't really have the energy or skill to put on a convincing performance/lie. So you smile pleasantly and say a sincere 'Oh, thank you' and hope you've fooled them. I didn't fool Jim. His face went from grinning, to concern, to confusion, to wariness/anger in less than two seconds.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" he exclaimed in a firm tone.
Time for creative backpedaling and damage control. "Of course I like it. I'm just so surprised. I'm shocked. What a thoughtful gift. Let me see that brochure and tell me all about it."
The diversion worked. He began pointing to pictures and headlines in the brochure: "Life-changing experiences", "Comprehensive therapies for ALL of you", "Personal Discovery", "Reconnect with joy", etc. The usual meaningless phrases. I forced a smile and said "Mmmmmm!"
But, the back of the brochure described their "Exclusive Premium Services" and had a different theme: "Make your fantasies come true", "Dare to explore the private parts of yourself", "Let yourself soar to new heights of pleasure", etc. I know there are lots of places that offer "Sensual Massage", but those are often shady people trying to put a legitimate cover over prostitution. This was, obviously, not one of those - or was it?
Still grinning, Jim sat up for his big announcement. "I've paid a non-refundable deposit of $6,000 to give you a full day of the best of everything they offer. If you want more than that, you'll get it. I love you Christy and want you to have the most exciting and satisfying day of your life. What do you think?"
Oh shit. He'd spent 6 grand for a massage and undefined "premium services" that have sort of sexual connotations. What is he thinking? He's always been good to me and generous when I asked for things. But this seemed a bit too far. He's gifting me a wonderful - and very expensive - experience. He gets nothing from it other than the joy of pleasing his wife. I began to suspect some other motivation. But, what could it be?
"Oh, Jim. I'm overwhelmed. For that price I assume it's for both of us together, right?"
"No, no. This will be your day. They promise unique experiences of many types. You'll need to go on their website and select the services you want. They range from manicure to... well just about anything. Of course, there's a sensual massage included. They have handsome young men to service you... I mean, serve you. And part of my gift is that I give you permission to use ANY of their services. You won't have to tell me about them when you get home. Your own day of private hedonism."