This is all true, and it amazes me that it happened to my wife, Cheri, who is extremely modest and rarely would consider going braless. We have been married 22 years, and she and I have three children. We've always had great sex, and she gets turned on quite easily. She can orgasm many times during a good session. She is a tall blonde, thin with 34B breasts and beautiful blue eyes.
Once when we were dating, she left her panties off when we went out to dinner, and flashed me in the parking lot. Normally for her, that's as much public display as she can handle. I would love to have her go braless, tease me with her clothes, or even flash me from time to time, but she is to shy and concerned about not having bigger breasts. She will dress more sexily for me at home, and usually this means she's in a playful and sexual mood. But going out? That's time to be conservative.
She does love getting massages, though. For me, giving a massage is always a prelude to sex, since I can't resist her body, especially once I start touching it. So Cheri will at times schedule a massage with one of the local spas, and get her shoulders or feet rubbed by some lady and get the relaxation she needs from the massage from them.
I decided that a great gift for her birthday would be an extensive spa experience, including a massage. So I called one of the local well-regarded spas and arranged for a half day session of relaxation – hot tub, body wash, manicure and pedicure, facial, hair, and of course, a massage. She went off that afternoon with my blessing, and with me home watching the kids, and I fully expected her to have a calm, uneventful, enjoyable day.
She came home early in the evening all flushed and excited. She at first avoided my questions, and said, "Later." So I put the kids to bed and went to find Cheri. She was waiting for me in the bedroom. The lights were low, and she had put on a very flimsy nightgown which she never wears (too impractical). I figured this was to thank me for the spa day, but little did I know...
"Come and let me tell you about my day!" She was still somewhat flushed, so I assumed the body wash must have been great. "Sure," I said, changing quickly into my gym shorts and hopping into bed next to her. She propped herself up on a couple pillows, and already I started to get excited by her outfit. The lacy red material allowed a faint vision of her perfect breasts, nicely upturned with pink delicate nipples, which are always sensitive to touch. She knows her body drives me crazy, and it was now!
"So, I checked in for my day at the Spa, and everything was very organized. My day's schedule was given to me, and was was shown to the locker room to change. The lady behind the desk handed me a terry cloth robe, slippers, and a locker combination and pointed the way to my locker. She instructed me to get fully undressed, put on the robe, and walk into the Jacuzzi room to wait for my attendant. She slyly winked at me and told me to enjoy my day."
This all seemed normal, and I still was distracted by the hint of her nipples poking through the nightgown. Why was her breathing so heavy? The thought of Cheri walking around a spa naked under a robe was enticing, and started to pique my interest.
She continued. "I went into the Jacuzzi room and it was a bigger room than I thought. There were three large hot tubs in there, but I was the only person in the room. I sat down on a bench and waited. Then the most startling thing happened. A man walked in!"
Now she had my full attention. What? A man? This didn't seem right, I would never have guessed that men even worked at the Spa! We both sat straight up in the bed. Sheri whispered, "He said his name was Dale, and he was going to be my attendant for the day! He had a copy of my itinerary, and put in on a clipboard. He came over and shook my hand. He was tall, about 6 feet, nicely tanned and really handsome."
"He told me the first step was the body wash, and that was done in the Jacuzzi. He ushered me to one of the hot tubs, and told me to undo the robe."
My mind was racing. She never lets anyone see her naked! She wears one piece bathing suits with liners so you can't appreciate her nipples, and is very careful to never slip up. No low cut blouses, not even a sundress without a built in bra! We were both virgins when we met, and even though she is playful and flirtatious, she had boundaries with all her previous boyfriends. She had done some petting, but from what I heard, she was very shy about her body even then. I doubt there were more than 3 males on this planet who have seen her breasts, and I am lucky to be one of them!
"Dale then eased my robe off my shoulders while instructing me to descend into the hot tub, where the jets and the salts in the water would cleanse my skin. He stood behind me and totally removed my robe!" She was even more flushed now, and I knew this was exciting her. She got a charge out of being naked in front of this man! Cheri seemed breathless, "I didn't know what to do, and I was really embarrassed, but I figured he knew what he was doing and probably did this every day." I wanted this guy's job. I felt jealous but incredibly excited at the same time. Was this guy going to see my wife naked?
I sputtered, "What? He was standing right behind you and you had no clothes on? I assume he turned around to give you some privacy while you got into the tub?"
"Nope."
You can't imagine the feeling of jealousy and excitement coursing through my now pounding arteries. And I was hard as a rock.
"I stepped down into the hot swirling water slowly, and Dale walked around to the front of the tub. He definitely saw my breasts!" I could tell this was exciting her almost as much as it was exciting me. This was new ground for both of us, and both of our reactions were surprising us.
