My Wife Enjoys Her Spa Day

This will be my first story I have written, I do want to warn any readers that do not like any loving wife stories that lead to cheating to simply go back. If you are ok with it, welcome to my first story about my wife. She is 5 feet 2 inches. She is a petite Latina with black hair. Some parts of this story are fictional to enhance the experience of the reader. Hope you enjoy, I will be working on a second part. Stay Tune.

I also want to thank the power of AI for doing the minor grammar checks, keep in mind I am still working on my writing so there are still some errors. But thanks again.

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This story takes place about a year after my wife had her baby. I noticed that she has been doing a great job with the baby, and at times during her pregnancy, she had some challenging moments adjusting to motherhood, particularly since it was her first time and my first time being a father. There were many new things we wanted to learn and discuss. Taking care of another little human in our lives is not an easy task, so I decided it was time to pamper my wife with a proper spa experience.

While at work, I inquired with my coworkers about any small places they recommended for either sending their wives or going together as a couple for massages or similar services. It was my boss who informed me about a location not far from us. It's a fantastic place with a great environment, and the pricing is reasonable, depending on the specific services requested.

After researching the location, I began reading the Google reviews, and the majority of them were highly positive. They mentioned the presence of excellent staff members who are dedicated to providing clients with the treatment they truly deserve. Additionally, the reviews highlighted a wide range of services available beyond back rubs and full body massages, including tanning, water jet tables for facials, and manicure-pedicure treatments, among others. One particular aspect that caught my attention was a review that attempted to describe the practice of Yoni massage, which I believe is either a Chinese or Japanese style of massage, potentially involving some sexual elements.

I conducted further research on the location and the types of massages they offered. During my search, I came across information about the Yoni massage. As I suspected, it originated from Chinese culture, specifically the 888 Asian style of massage. In this massage, the masseuse provides a full body massage, and with the client's acceptance, they may also provide a "happy ending" to enhance overall comfort and relaxation. It's important to note that the intention is not necessarily sexual but rather to ensure the person feels at ease.

After three days, I discussed the idea with my wife, praising her for doing a great job and expressing my desire for her to enjoy a massage or a full spa session. While she liked the idea, she also had some concerns since it had been a long time since her last visit to a massage or spa location. She asked me when was the last time I went, and I admitted it had been a while for me as well. However, I reassured her that I wanted to do this to show my appreciation for her.

Another day passed, and we revisited the topic. I informed her that I had made a reservation for her on Saturday for a full body massage and any other services she desired. The location provided the option to choose either a one-hour or two-hour full body massage, with any remaining time allowing for additional services such as a facial or a wash. Additionally, I added an extra hour or two for any other services she might decide on during her visit.

The morning arrived, and my wife was a bit anxious about the location. She started looking at the reviews, but luckily, she didn't come across any mentioning anything sexual. I was relieved because I didn't want her to have any misconceptions or feel uncomfortable due to any false expectations.

The scheduled time-slot was at 12:30 PM, likely lasting until around 4:00 PM, giving her a full day's worth of relaxation. I assured her that it wasn't too much for me to handle, as I planned to take care of the baby and run errands during that time, possibly visiting my parents.

It was now 11:45 AM, and my wife was getting ready to head out. The location wasn't too far, about a 15-minute drive, and she wanted to make sure she wasn't late. As she prepared to leave, I noticed she was wearing something comfortable, like her favorite loose t-shirt and yoga pants, and she looked beautiful. The thought briefly crossed my mind that she might be open to accepting part of the Yoni massage, which caused a momentary arousal. However, I didn't want to waste any more time and reassured her that she should head out, not to worry about the baby or the chores, as I would take care of them before leaving.

WIFE

It had been a long time since I last visited a massage place, so during the drive there, I felt a mix of worry and fear, remembering my previous unpleasant experience. I had a masseuse who applied too much pressure despite my requests for a gentler touch. They didn't listen and continued with a rough massage. I hoped that this time and the location my husband chose would be better, with staff who would listen to my preferences and follow my instructions. I didn't enjoy rough massages but occasionally, if I had any knots or stress, I would ask the masseuse to apply a bit more pressure to release tension.

As I arrived at the parking lot, the place looked nice and professional, easing some of my worries. I thought to myself, "This is going to be a great time."

Upon entering the spa, I approached the receptionist to check-in and inform her of my scheduled slot at 12:30. To my surprise, she asked if I had a preference for a male or female masseuse. I replied that it didn't matter, which seemed to surprise her. The receptionist then escorted me to the room designated for my massage, providing a tour along the way. The room had a pleasant ambiance, with a massage table placed at the center. Soft lighting and relaxing music created a tranquil atmosphere. The receptionist mentioned that they would now turn on all the lights so that I could undress and put on the provided gown. Alternatively, I could choose to lay on the table with my underwear on, ensuring to cover myself with an additional towel for comfort and modesty.

I decided to stay with my underwear and removed my bra, feeling comfortable facing down on the massage table. I placed a towel behind me to cover myself. After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of the masseuse. When I turned around, I saw a man who appeared to be in his mid-30s or early 40s. He introduced himself as Sebastien, and I greeted him by saying hello and expressing pleasure in meeting him. Sebastien asked if it was my first time at the spa, to which I replied affirmatively. He assured me that I was in good hands and proceeded to inform me about the additional services available after the massage. I noticed that there were extra time-slots available, with my last appointment ending no later than 4 PM. As Sebastien described the services, I became increasingly impressed with the choices available. I mentioned to him that after the massage, I would likely want to take a full shower and have a manicure. He informed me that the manicure service also included a foot massage, and I happily accepted that as well.

Sebastien responded, "Okay, I'm going to lower the lights now. Let me know if it's not too dark for you. I'll start with your back first and then work on your hands and legs to help you relax. Please inform me if anything hurts during the session. This initial examination will allow me to assess your needs and identify any areas of tension or discomfort that require attention. We can then focus on those areas first or spend more time on them to ensure a more successful massage."

I replied, "That sounds great. I have been experiencing a lot of stress in my neck and back, so I would appreciate some extra attention to those areas."

As Sebastien began massaging my back, I could feel the gentle yet firm pressure of his hands gliding up and down, creating a pleasant sensation. He asked if the pressure he was applying was suitable for me, and I expressed that it felt great. Sebastien then suggested moving up to my neck to check for any additional tension. I agreed, and he confirmed that there was indeed tension in my neck, promising to focus on it later.

He proceeded to work on my hands and arms, applying pressure to locate any areas of tension. At this point, I was feeling deeply relaxed, and my mind was free from any distracting thoughts. Sebastien returned to my head, and then continued down to my back, gradually moving closer to the lower part of my back. As he approached my buttocks, he politely asked for permission to massage the top of my butt. I consented, indicating that it was alright for him to continue. Sebastien then moved on to massage my legs.

Sebastien began working on my feet, focusing on my heels and applying pressure to the soles. He mentioned that there was tension in my feet, which he would address later, particularly before the pedicure. Moving on, he massaged my calves and eventually reached the back of my knees, noting some tension in those areas as well. Sebastien then asked if it had been a while since I last received a proper massage. I replied, saying that it had been a few years, especially considering I recently had a baby and hadn't had much time to pamper myself. I expressed my gratitude to my husband for setting up the appointment for me.

As Sebastien progressed higher up my thighs, getting closer to the lower part of my buttocks, he asked again if it was alright to work on my buttocks. I hesitated for a moment, as I typically didn't feel too comfortable with that, but considering the current session, I gave my consent. I specified that I would prefer to keep my panties on. From my lower thighs, he gradually moved toward my inner thigh, and then his hands began massaging my buttocks, using both hands to apply pressure. I must admit, it started to feel quite pleasant. At that point, I instructed Sebastien to focus more on the sides of my buttocks, as that was the area where I preferred more attention.

He proceeded with the massage on my lower back, subsequently asking for my permission to remove the patties to prevent oil stains. I responded, suggesting it would be acceptable if I could maintain a towel between my legs for modesty. He assured me it was perfectly normal. His priority was to ensure that he covered all necessary areas for a successful massage.

As he continued, adding more oil to my lower back, I began to feel a slight trickle of oil inching further down. Despite this sensation, I made no assumptions, understanding that this was simply part of the professional massage. I couldn't help but wish that it was my husband offering this treatment, as that would have opened the door to more intimate possibilities.

After concluding the massage on my lower back, he shifted upwards, moving closer to me, and voiced his observations. He intimated that he would now focus on my back and neck before asking me to turn over. However, he was of the opinion that I should let the receptionist inform my husband that I might need another session or two for optimal stress relief, as a single session might not suffice.

I concurred with his assessment, understanding that one session has its limits. I did not wish to emerge from the massage feeling more tense or experiencing any unexpected discomfort. Therefore, I directed him to concentrate on the areas as he had outlined.

While he focused on my back, he applied more oil than anticipated. However, I surmised this would aid his efforts to target the knots near my shoulders and lower 'angel' bones, as I jokingly refer to them. This treatment was precisely what I needed, so I gently closed my eyes, attempting to stay conscious. He continued to work on my back for roughly ten more minutes, then began ascending towards my neck, advising me to remain calm, as this area might feel more sensitive.

As he proceeded, he decided to position himself in front of me. While he transitioned from my head, applying pressure down to my neck, I couldn't suppress a contented sigh of relief. He undoubtedly heard my sigh and inquired if the treatment was effective, though he cautioned me not to expect the relief to be long-lasting. He indicated that the tension would likely return the next day, so we should decide when I could return for another session.

After another ten minutes spent on my neck, he moved above my head, methodically working through each digit and stretching my arms as well. Finally, he informed me that it was time to turn over.

He then proceeded to explain that he would provide an additional towel before I turned over. This was to ensure I could cover myself, as I was entirely undressed. Admittedly, I felt a hint of exhibitionism knowing that I was unclothed in a room with a man who wasn't my husband. He reassured me, stating he would turn around while I repositioned myself and placed the new towel over my chest and groin.

As I turned over, the room temperature was just right - not too hot, not too cold - but I did feel a slight breeze brush against my nipples, causing a slight discomfort. I reminded myself that this was a professional massage and I needed to relax. I draped the towel over my chest and groin, notifying him I was prepared for the next phase.

As he turned back, he explained he would commence by working on the front side of my shoulders and neck, advising me to close my eyes and relax as before. Starting with my face, he traced strong swirls with his thumbs, from my forehead down to my eyelids, temples, cheeks, and nose, eventually progressing to my neck. It was quite soothing. From my neck, he shifted slowly towards my shoulders, skillfully relieving the tension with his fingers. He moved my hand from one side, working on one shoulder all the way up to my neck and back down, repeating the process a few times. He then turned my head to the other side, repeating the process on the other shoulder.

He gradually approached my collarbone, beginning to massage the top area of my chest. He assured me he would avoid massaging my breasts unless I indicated otherwise, acknowledging the benefits of working around the breast area due to the potential tension in those muscles. I instructed him to refrain from massaging my breasts. He responded, indicating the importance of working on my abdominal muscles, which I consented to.

He fetched another towel from the counter in the room. The idea was to use my current towel to cover my groin and the smaller towel for my chest. As I accepted the towel from his hand and placed it over my chest, repositioning the original towel, I confirmed it was okay for him to turn back around and commence the abdominal massage. He applied more oil, starting near the bottom of my breasts and employing large, sweeping motions around my belly, all the way down to my belly button. This continued for roughly ten more minutes before he moved down to my upper thighs.

As he ventured closer to the inside of my thigh, I felt a wave of anxiety. Noticing my discomfort, I suggested he might be straying a little too high. He apologized and reassured me, explaining his intention was merely to thoroughly work on the muscles in the inner thighs.

Descending towards my knees and legs, he continued his work on my calves, eventually reaching my feet. He informed me that after finishing there and my subsequent shower, he would proceed with a foot massage.

Upon completing my foot massage, he washed his hands at the counter's sink in the room. He then returned to my belly, applying pressure points up to my neck, down to my shoulders, and back to my thighs. Once done, he informed me it was time for a shower. He laid out a robe on the counter and stepped outside the room, allowing me to change into it.

After donning the robe and securing it, I knocked on the door, as he had instructed that he would wait just outside. Upon his return, he pointed out some disposable flip-flops for me to wear, assuring me not to worry if they got wet or dirty. He then led me down the hallway to the shower facilities.

The shower room was dimly lit, housing an array of different showers. The first one I noticed was a table shower, presumably a shower designed for lying down while someone else rinses you. Observing my interest, he asked if I would prefer a table shower, offering the option of bringing in a female masseuse for that portion or he could do it himself. He also pointed out a conventional stand-up shower around the corner, typically used for self-showering. I chose to use the regular shower.

He assured me it was okay to use the shower to wash off all the oils and even cleanse my hair if I wished. The typical duration ranged between 10 to 15 minutes. He would wait outside, and once I was done, I was to put the robe back on and knock on the door, signaling him to escort me back to the massage room."

"After he exited the shower room, I commenced rinsing off the oils. The task proved challenging until I noticed a body degreaser which greatly relieved my efforts as the water alone wasn't effective. After cleaning my body, I opted not to wash my hair, exited the shower, donned the robe, and knocked on the door. Upon his return, he led me back to the massage room, now prepared for the foot massage.

The foot massage, while not particularly exciting, was incredibly soothing. For thirty minutes, he diligently worked on my feet, an experience I confessed to be one of the best foot massages I'd ever received. He pointed out that my feet harbored considerable tension and were quite rough, suggesting I should request foot massages in future sessions.

Following the foot massage, he informed me that the pedicure session would occur at a different location and would be handled by a different specialist, not him. I expressed my gratitude for his services and informed him that I would request him specifically should I return. He then revealed his usual schedule, which consisted of Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. However, he could arrange to work on other days, given a three or four-day advanced notice to plan accordingly.

The pedicure brought me immense relief. By the time it concluded, it was about 3:30 PM and I felt no need for further services. So, I texted my husband to inform him I was done."

Husband

"After my wife departed for her massage, I found it difficult to focus. My mind was occupied with thoughts of her massage experience, speculating whether her masseuse was male or female, and if it was a man, wondering if she would request a Yoni massage. Thus, my mind was in a whirl of thoughts. Upon receiving a text message informing me that my wife had finished her spa day, I expressed my gratitude to my mother for her time and the meal, informed her that my wife's spa day had concluded, and that it was time to pick her up."

"As I got in the car, I decided to call my wife. She sounded remarkably relaxed and informed me that the massage was excellent. When I asked about her masseuse, she mentioned his name was Sebastien and that he was fantastic, especially in alleviating the tension in her back and neck. Pleased to hear about her positive experience, I asked what else they discussed at the end. She shared that they suggested a couple of additional sessions due to the significant tension in her neck.

After ending the call and realizing I was only about ten minutes away from the spa, I started contemplating these additional sessions. Assuming nothing inappropriate had occurred and seeing her openness to further sessions, I called the spa. I expressed my appreciation for the exceptional service my wife received and expressed interest in booking two more sessions. They advised that it would be best if my wife were present to discuss the details upon arrival.