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.