My wife, Mrs. V, decided we needed to get an erotic couples massage. We've both enjoyed many massages over the years. Hot stone, deep tissue, etc. However, after watching tons of porno-centric massages, she thought it was time to get a massage that was going to stretch the limits of the law and as it turns out, her pussy too.
We had to find masseuses that met our needs. This was not easy. Anyone who says it is, is either lying or isn't to concerned about being arrested. First, a little online searching showed that there are thousands of ladies that give "massages." Many look to good to be true and are a little forward in their advertising. Not being interested in a night in jail, we avoided many that looked like a police sting.
Second, and this was the near impossible task, finding a male masseuse for her. The industry is female. Great for me, but my wife wanted a straight man or at least a man that acted straight. She wasn't getting her hair done; she wasn't looking for playful gossip. She was looking to get a great massage and her brains fucked out. I spent every available evening emailing and/or calling hundreds of promising prospects. I took nearly two weeks but found what we were looking for.
One of the masseuses had a boyfriend that was interested. They had an open relationship and had done a handful of massages like we were looking for. He wasn't a professional but he picked up a lot of the trade over the years dating the masseuse. Finally, two weeks of frustration was going to be rewarded, this Friday was massage night.
It was an agonizing few days, but Friday finally arrived. We were meet at the parlor by both Beth and Jack (names changed). My wife, Mrs. V, immediately took to Jack. He's a fairly handsome man, in excellent shape. He still had his six-pack. He was also very engaging and immediately poured on the charm. My wife being the adventurous one gave his crotch a squeeze and revealed he had a little something extra down there too. Once I knew Mrs. V was happy I checked out Beth. She was exactly what you'd expect from a masseuse. Everything was a tight little package with long brunette hair. Looks like we were going to enjoy ourselves.
With the introductions complete, Beth was all business. She started her prepared masseuse speech as she gave a quick tour that ultimately end at the door of our changing room. Once alone, my wife and I quickly undressed. It was easy to see how energized she was. Her pussy lips were getting puffy and slick, as well as a distant/thinking look in her eyes. I assumed she was thinking about her grope at the parlor entrance. I slipped behind her rubbing my hardening cock on her ass and wrapping my arms around her. As I started to tweak her nipples she confirmed my suspicion. The first words she spoken to me since our arrival, "I think Jack is hiding a pretty large cock in those shorts. Hmmm, I hope I'm right." We slipped on our robes, stepped in to the hall and found Beth and Jack waiting for us.
A few short minutes later, Mrs. V and I found ourselves face down on our massage tables. We gave each other a knowing smile and settled in. To be honest for the next 15-20 minutes I forgot about my wife. Beth was giving me a great rub down. All the tension was leaving my body. I was so relaxed that I forgot this was not your everyday type massage. My wife began to moan and I woke to reality. I turned my head to see what my wife was doing. I should have remembered, we weren't paying to be the one's "doing" anything. Jack was doing all the work. My wife's tits become hyper sensitive when she gets horny. Jack's rub down had obviously gotten her that way and now Jack had her on her back and was massaging both her tits. He had two "F" cup handfuls and was putting some good pressure on them.
My wife started to gyrate her hips and moan loader. Now I know what is coming next. Poor Jack had no clue. After a few more minutes Mrs. V asks him to start twisting her nipples. Of course he's not twisting hard enough, this causes my wife, with a sterner voice, to tell him to really clamp down and twist the hell of them. Now my wife looks like she's having a mini seizure. Her ass is gyrating completely up off the table, her breathing is raspy and eyes are screwed shut. I love this look, it gives me a great sense of dominance or submissiveness ... it just depends on our mood. If I'm in a dominant mood at this stage I can get my wife beg; yell I'm the biggest stud in the world; she'll tell me she'll fuck and suck a 100 men until they drown her in cum; or eat pussy like a starving dyke while my cock is buried in her ass.