Sarah and I had been together for fifteen years at that time and had been married for ten of them. We first met in high school and got married in our early twenties. It would be fair to say that we are a plain and boring couple, especially back then. I worked sixty to seventy hours a week while she maintained our home. Our date nights consisted of going to one of our three usual restaurants, a stop at our usual coffee shop, and then home by eight. We would then watch TV till midnight and then head to bed. That was our routine for the longest time. Of course, our sex life wasn't much to brag about either; it was the same thing over and over again.
On a random evening, we decided to do something special and break out of our routine, even if it was for just a few days. That question was, "What would that be?" After a few discussions, we agreed to travel to Montreal, Quebec. We also decided that instead of a regular PG-rated trip, we would try out some wild (at least from our perspective) sexual activities. So, we booked our tickets and the hotel for a four-and-a-half-day trip to Montreal.
Day One
We arrived on a morning flight and had a few hours to kill before checking into our hotel. Not wanting to waste time, we got our rental car and drove down to Oka Beach for our first naughty activity, public nudity. The drive to the beach started a bit troublesome due to the city traffic, but it was eventually pleasant. We even stopped at a cafe to grab lunch and get our passes for the Oka National Park. To prevent things from getting too out of control, we stuck with our usual lunch of an Everything Bagel with cream cheese along with a cup of coffee. It was a warm sunny afternoon when we arrived at the beach, with only a few clouds in the sky. There were a few people already there, enjoying the day. I should mention that this was the family-friendly part of the beach, and the clothing-optional part was about a kilometre down the path. The two of us walked the length of the beach with cool small waves washing across our bare feet. We made small talk and walked slowly; I think both of us were trying to work up the courage for what was to come. Finally, we arrived at the sign that marked the start of the naturists part of the beach and continued through. We walked down the path for another twenty minutes or so but couldn't find any actual beach. Sure, there were some small patches of sand and even a few people there, but we were hoping for a big open beach. Eventually, we gave up, returned to the first beach, and enjoyed another lap of walking by the water. I'm not sure if Sarah and I chickened out or if we had a legitimate excuse. Regardless of the reason, our first naughty activity was a failure.
We drove back to the city and checked into our hotel. Plenty of daylight was left, but I wanted to relax before going out again. So I turned the TV on and started to scroll through the channels. I had almost forgotten what regular cable TV was like. Sarah and I talked about our afternoon while some random show played in the background. We were more glad than disappointed that our first plan didn't work out. Shedding our clothes in public was too out of our comfort zone.
After a long nap, Sarah and I went out for dinner. Walking around downtown, we saw a lot of fast-food chain places and some independent places that looked interesting. What was surprising was the number of massage parlours we saw. Most of them even had obvious suggestive signs advertising their services. A quick Google search showed that some even had an online presence with verified client reviews and everything. That couldn't be legal, could it? Anyway, we went on to enjoy our dinner, during which Sarah brought up our plans for later that evening. Originally we had planned to go to a strip club, which would have been the first time for both of us, but instead, I thought that perhaps we could try an erotic couples massage. It didn't take much to convince Sarah to change our plans; she never cared much for noisy and crowded places anyways. So I put my phone in my lap and started looking for such places in the neighbourhood. I looked at reviews and their websites to find a place with a good rating that seemed clean. Most importantly, I wanted to make sure that we didn't leave the place in handcuffs. Yes, I felt a bit pervy while doing the search in a public place. Luckily we were sitting in the corner, so I don't think anyone noticed.
After dinner and a few drinks, we went to the massage parlour called Ms. M's. The place had a heavy-locked door with a camera above it and a dimly lit entrance. You had to ring the bell to be let in. A woman answered the door, while another walked across the room behind her with just a towel loosely wrapped around her body. I didn't know what to expect from this place, but this was a delightful surprise. The hostess was a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, wearing a red flannel shirt with the top few buttons undone and a pair of short shorts.
"Have a seat, and I'll be with you in a minute," said the hostess as she gestured to the empty couches beside us. We did as suggested. I leaned over to Sarah and asked her how she was feeling. Sarah was stunned and silent.
The hostess returned to us and asked if this was our first time there. I looked over at Sarah, and she was still stunned, so I did the talking. "Are we that obvious?" I responded. I think the way I said it made her smile. Next, she explained their services; we could have separate sessions, get a couples massage side-by-side, or one of us could get the message while the other enjoyed the show. Naturally, we opted for the couples massage.
The hostess led us to a dimly lit room with a large message table and a small shower and told us to wait. I saw that Sarah was finally starting to relax. "Just a little nervous," she said.
Just then, we heard the door creak open, and a gorgeous woman in lingerie entered the room. She introduced herself as Bella, shook our hands, and walked out of the room. Then another came right in, introduced herself and walked out. Over a dozen women must have come in; I had to pick my jaw off the floor by the time they finished. I looked over at Sarah, and she seemed to be more excited than I was.
The hostess returned to the room, "You guys came at a good time. You have a lot of girls to pick from."
I said I liked Allie; she was the towel girl we saw when we first came in. The hostess then looked over at Sarah expectantly, and Sarah said she liked Allie too. The hostess told her to pick a second girl for our couples massage. Before answering, Sarah looked at me, gave me a cute little smile and named Sophie.
The reason why she smiled at me before naming Sophie was that Sophie had a remarkable resemblance to Alison Angel, a softcore-pornstar who I used to enjoy watching. Sarah had walked in on me a few times while I was enjoying some videos. She even joined me a few times but then decided that watching porn wasn't for her.
