This is a true story of what happened to my wife Jill and I on one of my business trips.
Every year for the past ten years I leave my pretty, slim, and now twenty-nine-year-old wife, a school administrator, home, while I travel to marketing and sales conventions. This trip was different. She would join me Wednesday. Different, also, in that I could have stayed away if I wanted since I was actually handing over this aspect of the manufacturer and sale of our product, surveillance equipment, to my assistant who would be taking my job. I was being promoted. But I wanted to see once again how he would operate since I was to still be his superior. This trip I had only two meetings but they would last most all day. I was giving my final OK to his promotion. Everything was done between he and I, we were just going by the rulebook and I had to be up early.
I left home by plane Saturday, arrived at my hotel Sunday, and was getting ready for bed. Ever since I had been rear-ended at a stop sign about eight years back, getting ready for bed after a long flight included a massage. After the accident the doctors had decided there was nothing more they could do for me, the case settled, and I was on my own. That's when I became one of the complainers. I hear myself saying fairly regular, "Yeah, I got this pain and that pain from that accident." I now I get strange problems when my muscles bind up like vertigo. At first I would call in a masseuse but half the time or more they tried to rake in a few extra bucks with sex of some kind. But I also felt a little guilty and I would hide that a woman had come to my room from Jill. I owned up to it to Jill, my wife, after a few times. The hassle with the masseuses left me tense and I felt I had wasted my money. So, I called in a masseur and he ignored me, work my muscles deep and left.
I sat sipping a shot neat when he arrived, said he was Joel and began setting up the massage table. I had already stripped down to briefs and when he was ready I got comfortable on the table. About 10 minutes into the one-hour massage I heard a key in the door and in walked Jill.
"Hi, honey. What happened?" Joel turned, smiled, and nodded at Jill then returned to working my back.
"Your Mom didn't show. She called. Your brother's kids showed up unannounced to surprise her and they are staying the weekend. After a couple of hours I thought I would surprise you, since it is going around."
"I am surprised and I am happy you are here. Great. But..." I trailed off as she explained.
My head was up out of the hole in the table laying turned and resting on a rolled towel. I lay still smiling at her and she at me. She sat in a chair and said, "I know you are busy and will go to bed, as soon as Joel is gone. Don't think about me you have work tomorrow. When you go to bed I will go down and have my dinner and then come back for bed. I won't wake you."
Jill was wearing a slightly tight black skirt, knee length with dark pantyhose and a loose fitting purple blouse. She sat with her ankles crossed and knees together. I lay looking at her and she sat watching us.
"Honey, I'm going to shower and then go to dinner," she said.
"OK," I said.
Twenty minutes passed, no one saying anything. I had turned my head and felt more comfortable with my head lying on the small towel instead of my face through the hole in the table. I noticed a mirror looking in it I saw the room behind me. The table was along the wall near the window, the bed was in the middle of the room and at the far end sat my wife to her right the door to the bathroom and to her left the door to the hall outside. Joel was between Jill and I and facing the same mirror. Now Jill and I have good sex together but she is what I guess most women are—modest and shy in her case more so modest. Certainly she outgoing enough to have gotten a master's degree and obtain a responsible position in the school district.
Jill quietly undid the buckle on her shoe and slipped it off, then the other. She stood and went to her suitcase took out a small bag and took it into the bathroom. Upon returning she put her shoes on the shelf near the door and the with her back to us ('us' because I saw Joel watching her in the mirror too) unzipped the three inch zipper at the back of her skirt and let the skirt fall to the floor. Then standing there with her back to us, she unbuttoned and the removed her blouse. I was shocked. I was getting a hard cock. I almost called to her to remind her we had a guest but didn't. I just admired the white cotton panties showing through her pantyhose enjoyed looking at her bra strap. Jill hung her blouse up and put her skirt on her suitcase and then as she sat down pulled her pantyhose down off her ass. While sitting there she remove the nylon from her long thin shapely legs. My mouth was open and still. Joel moved around to the other side of the table now facing Jill and continued to massage the problem areas I had told him about. I was flabbergast and wondered if she was going to strip completely.
And then she did. Reach behind off came the bra and she tossed it on the bed. Then standing she slid her panties off, tossed them on the bed, and my five foot nine inch tall, slim lady with the 34 inch bust, flashing pussy lips to a total stranger disappeared into the bathroom leaving me out of breath and wondering if she would come out again while Joel was still here. He still had about twenty minutes to go. She did but she had blue jeans and a t-shirt on and she walked out saying good night.
As Joel folded up his table I asked him, "Joel does the hotel have a masseuse?"
"Yes, sir, we do. There are four female on the staff, and two male."
"I'd like to arrange for a massage for my wife for tomorrow is it to late for that?"
"I don't think so. Hold on a sec. I'll call." He called his office and told me that I was in luck. Mildred's 11 am appointment canceled and she was available.
"Great. Make the appointment for my wife then, please."
"Done. Mildred will be here at 11."
"Thanks Joel. Here's a tip. Good job. Good night."
"Good night, sir."
