Thank you kenjisato for the edits.
Tonight is Valentine's Day and also my wife's birthday. I hope I have everything planned perfectly for her-- the kids are at work, and I worked all week making sure the house is clean for tonight.
I let my wife relax after work. I had made sure that she has a full margarita glass at all times. Dinner is done, and the festivities would start in about an hour.Ā IĀ say "Take a shower and I'll clean up from dinner."
While she was in the shower, I set up a friend's massage table in the living room. A friend who will be over in about an hour. We had met on Adult FriendFinder. He is a licensed masseuse, and helps couples ease into either the lifestyle, or just to have a nice first time with an extra.
Dishes are in the dishwasher, table is clean, and I hear the shower turn off. I head into the bedroom to see my wife brushing her hair, naked, at the sink. I tell her to put her hair up, that I have a surprise. After she gets it up in her bun, I grab her hand and lead her to the bed.
Give her a big hug, as I reach for her ass, and kiss her. I turn her around and get on my knees behind her; she bends over the bed, holding her ass cheeks apart for me to see if she is clean. I touch my tongue to her little brown starfish. She jumps and moans, then pushes her ass back towards my tongue. I reach under and slide my finger along her clit; I can feel how wet she is right now. The margaritas always help her get relaxed and in the mood.
I hear a text chime on my phone in the other room. I tell her to put on her new panties and sports bra, and robe, then to meet me in the living room. A couple of minutes later, she wanders in and sees the massage table and gasps.
"Are you going to massage me?" she asks.
I hand her the business card from my friend, and she reads it. I tell her he will be here in a minute, if she wants. If not, I can tell him not to show up. She tells me no, she wants a massage and needs one. I tell her that I'm just going to sit on the couch and watch if she wants me too.
"That's perfect!" she states.
I send a text, and we hear a knock on the front door a few seconds later. I go to open it, and there stands a six-foot-tall Greek god, extending his hand to shake mine and say hello.
He asks if we are all set up, and I nod. As he enters the living room, where I have the table set up and where my wife is at, I see the look on my wife's face and her eyes are wide-- like a doe in the headlights of a car. I think she stops herself from jumping into his arms, and extends her hand to shake his bear claw of a hand.
He talks to her for a bit, and tells her about his business as a massage therapist and how he will take great care of her. He asks her to disrobe and lie face down on the table, and to use the towel he hands her to cover up, if she wants.
John, our massage friend, is about 220 pounds with broad shoulders, long black hair and a nice, soft demeanor. He is wearing brown khaki slacks and a soft T-shirt that shows off the arms just right.
He excuses himself to go to the bathroom, while she gets ready on the table. He leaves the room and she hugs me tightly, thanking me in advance for the massage. She gives me a squeeze on my cock, as she turns to the table and strips down to nothing, telling me not to get too excited seeing her naked in front of another guy.
"Go sit there, so I can see you," she states.
The living room is set up with the table in the very center of the room, with the couch on her left, so if she wants to turn her head to the side, she could see me sitting there.
She says, "Put the towel over my ass, and let him know I'm ready."
I do as she says, and let John know he can re-enter the room.
John comes back in, and opens his bag that he brought, removing a bottle of massage oil and pouring it on his hands. He tells my wife he tried warming his hands up, but just to be prepared if they are cold.