Di’s Massage

DI'S MASSAGE My wife Di and I have been married for twenty years now. She is in her mid forties and I am 49 yrs old. About four years ago we were involved in several threesomes with two different friends of ours, both men. We had both enjoyed them and used to talk about them when we would make love. I always enjoyed watching another man giving my wife sexual pleasure and her returning the favor. I never thought things would change until I met a guy at the gym I go to, whom I will just call "the masseur". He asked me to spot him one day while I was working out at the local gym, and we got to talk. He told me that he was a masseur and had his own business in the west side of the city. After we were finished and getting ready to leave the gym he asked me if I wanted to go grab a cold beer at a near by pool hall. That sounded good to me after the workout we had, so I agreed. We got to the pool hall and ordered a couple of beers and got a table and some balls to shot some pool. Ever since Di and I had the threesomes so many years ago I always imagine her with other guys and the masseur was no exception. I kept loosing my train of thought while we were playing because of my imagining him with my wife. After a few beers we started getting more personal about what we were talking about. He was telling me about some of the hot women he had as clients. I asked him if he had ever had one come onto him and was surprised to find out only a few times. He was a good-looking guy, very muscular and divorced. I guess some relationships just won't stand up when you have a business as a masseur. He asked me if I wanted to come and see his parlor and I agreed. The drive there was less than ten minutes from the pool hall. It was in a nice area of town, and didn't look like a "shady place?. The inside was very nice and comfortable. He showed me around to all the rooms he had. There were three massage rooms and two that had tanning beds. He asked me if I wanted to see something interesting as he directed me down to the end of a hall. We went into a little storage room that had another door to the back of the room. We went through that door and there was a little hallway that went off to the left. It was very narrow and dark I could see light coming out of what I thought was a window. When we got to it I could see inside one of the massage rooms. He told me that they were security mirrors and you could see in the room but in the room they just looked like regular mirrors. There were two for the room and one for the restroom adjacent to the massage room. When he rented the building it had been a retail shop and the security mirrors had been installed then and he had decided to keep them. He admitted he had used them to watch some of his "hot" clients get undressed and even got a video or two. That was when I got the idea that I would love to watch him give my wife a massage while I watched. The beer we had drank was to my head and I was feeling bold so I told him that I would like to see him give my wife a massage. I told him I didn't know how far she would go but to take it as far as he could. I told him about Di and my threesomes we had so many years ago. We finally came up with a plan that we both thought might work to make my fantasy come true. That night when I got home I presented Di with a gift certificate for a one-hour massage that I had taken the opportunity to schedule an appointment for. She was pleased about the gift certificate and asked me what the occasion was. I told her that it had just been too many years since she had a good massage from another man. She just looked at me, smiled and shook her head and said I was crazy. The appointment I made for her was on a Friday afternoon and it was also eight long days away. I had planned it that way because I knew she would be in a good mood because of it being a Friday. I also wanted time to talk to her more about how much I liked to see her with other men giving her pleasure. I didn't make love to her for four days before her massage appointment, wanting her passion to be escalated. Friday finally came and I met the masseur at the parlor (I had seen and talked to him several times at the gym also). I had parked in a big parking lot of a major grocery store near his parlor. I had a beer and we talked about what I was about to see. He assured me he would do his best to make it enjoyable for me to watch, but would not force her in any way. He took me back to the "spy way" and I got settled for the show. She arrived about 5 minutes late and was met by her masseur. He offered her a glass of wine that seemed to relax her and directed her to the room where the massage would take place and where I was behind the wall watching through the security mirror. He continued giving her small talk and she told him she had seen him at the gym before. At first I wondered if that would make a difference but it seemed to make her even more relaxed. He instructed her to take off all of her clothes and get under the sheet on the table. The lights in the room were dim and there was some soft music playing. There were a few studio lights shining down from the ceiling in the right spots so that when she was on the table the lights shine on her back and her bottom. He pointed to a door at the end of the small room and told her that was the restroom /dressing room and she was welcome to use it to undress and there were hangers in there for her clothes. He told her he would be back in the room, in about five minutes. I moved up the little hallway behind the wall toward the little dressing room to watch her get undressed. The masseur entered the little cramped hallway where I was watching her so he can watch to. We watched through the mirror as she slipped off her dress and hung it up. She then unsnapped her bra and placed it on the hanger with her dress. She looked in the mirror that we were watching her from. She took her hands and rubbed her breasts for a moment making them feel better from being in a bra all day. She stood and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment admiring the progress she had made working-out at the gym. (She had just recently gone back to the gym.) Then she started taking off her nylons and set the nylons next to her high heels on the floor and rubbed her pussy where the nylons had been bugging her trimmed pussy. She looked in the mirror once more and fluffed her long blond hair, smiling. She exited the restroom and made her way to the massage table. The masseur smiled and told me how much he was going to enjoy massaging Di?s beautiful wife's body. I glanced down and saw that he was truly excited about see her naked and ready for her massage. The sheet was sheer and I could see the outline of her petite body under it. I could hear her breathing through the microphone that was installed under the face hole on the massage table. I heard a slight tap on the door out of the earphones on my head. Di said, "Come in?. The masseur entered the room and smiled at my beautiful wife lying on the table. He told her to roll onto her back to start out. She followed his instruction and rolled onto her back. I could see that her nipples were hard through the sheer sheet that covered her body. He walked to the top of the table and placed his hands underneath her head and pulled her long hair out from under her head. I had told him how much she loved her hair played with, and how much it relaxes her. He started by pulling her hair slightly and running his fingers through her hair. As he did this I could see her nipples getting even harder through the sheet, and her arms breaking out in chills. He asks her if she was warm enough because of her chills. She told him she was warm enough she had just gotten the chills. They engaged in small talk about what she does for a living. He told her he had met me at the gym and we had hit it off good and that was why I had purchased her massage. He told her most men would get jealous if another man massaged his wife Di said, "Not mine, he will just want to know every detail?. The masseur just laughed and looks at the mirror that I was looking through. After about ten minutes of doing her hair and talking to her he told her it was now time to start the massage. He instructed her to roll onto her stomach as he walked over to a table where he kept his oils and lotions. He put some warm massage oil in the palm of one hand and walked over to the table where my wife waited. With the dry hand he pulled the sheet down so just about an inch of her butt crack showed. He rubbed the oil into both hands and placed them on her back and started the massage. He was doing her back and neck in such a way I had never seen. I could hear her breathing and every once in a while she would moan. He walked to the head of the table and ran his thumbs all the way down her back and onto the top part of her butt. She didn't try to stop him, and my heart started pounding with excitement. He asked if it would make her feel uncomfortable if he was to move the sheet down a little more, explaining that it would be easier to get the muscles he was after. She said it would be fine. He moved the sheet down and exposed all but the bottom forth of her ass. He started really giving her lower back and top of her ass a working and I heard her moan. He finished there and pulled the sheet up to her shoulders. He moved down and started on her feet and calves and hamstrings. He moved the sheet up to below her butt cheeks. I moved down to the next mirror hoping to get a glance at her pussy. Her legs were together to tight to see anything at this point. As he got to the top part of her hamstrings his hand went under the sheet as he was doing the lower part of her bottom. When he squeezed her cheeks in his hands I heard her moan and let out a big breath. She finally spread her legs enough that I got my first limited glance at her pussy under the sheet. I could see the light glimmering of the wetness between her legs and see that the masseur was very excited do to the bulge from the sweat pants he was wearing. After a few more minutes of massaging the back of her upper legs and ass he told her he would now take a five minute break and finish with the front of her body. He told her he would be back and he would knock before coming back in. He refilled her wine glass and exited the room. He joined me in the little "spy way" to talk about the events so far. I told him that I had gotten a glimpse of her pussy and how wet it was, which seemed to please him. Looking through the mirror at Di, she was sipping the wine that he had poured her. She then turned over on her back and covered up with the sheet. We both watched and could see her hand under the sheet massaging her clit momentarily. Her head was tilted back slightly and her mouth open and her chest was going up and down fast from her breathing hard. "I shouldn't keep her waiting," he said, smiling at me then looking back at my wife lying there in bliss. He left me there alone to watch my beautiful wife massage her clit under the sheet. I then heard the knock on the door and Di stopped her massage and put her hand to her sides, and said, "Come in?. "Did you enjoy the first half of your massage?" the masseur asked, smiling at her. "Mmm yes?, she replied, while she stretched. "Ok, now I'm going to start with your hands and arms and then move to your chest and front shoulders. Do you have a problem about having your chest massaged?" "What do you mean?" she asked, innocently while smiling at him. "It includes you breast and some woman prefer I don't touch the breasts?. "That is ok, I don't mind," she said still smiling. "Are you sure your husband wouldn't mind? I don't want any mad husband coming after me," he said smiling back at her. "I know he wouldn't mind, as long as I tell him the details?. They both laughed at that statement. He then took the hand that she had been massaging her pussy with and took it in his hand. "It feels like you already have lotion on your fingers?, he told her as he started to rub her hand. She didn't say anything and closed her eyes and smiled. I could see her face turn red from his statement. He took her middle finger in his mouth and gently started to suck on it cleaning the pussy cream off of it. She opened her eyes briefly to see what he is doing. She then closes her eyes again and moaned softly. He moved to the index finger and did the same. After he had cleaned all the cream off of her fingers he said, "thank you for the treat?. She just smiled and kept her eyes closed and said, "you're welcome?. He got some massage oil in his hands and started on her forearm and bicep. Her arm was lying on the table in such a way that when he would get to the top of her arm his now hard cock would brush against her hand. She opened her eyes slightly to see his cock pressing against her relaxed fingers. He started massaging the oil into her shoulder while keeping his cock pressed lightly against her hand. I watched closely and could see her fingers start to move very lightly against his hard-on. "I will be starting on your other hand in a moment if you could get it ready for me," he told her pulling the sheet over her free arm. She got his meaning and I watched as her hand slide under the sheet toward her pussy. She then spread her legs and I could see her hand going to work on her pussy under the sheet. The other hand was now moving more boldly on his hard-on. She hadn't grabbed it yet but she could feel it on the back of her fingers. After a few minutes of her massaging her pussy, he moved to the other side. He covered up the arm that he finished massaging and reached under the sheet and pulled her hand from her pussy. He did the same with this hand starting with the middle finger and licking and sucking it clean. On her own she slid her free hand under the sheet and starts fingering her clit, as he finishes cleaning all the pussy cream off of her fingers. "You are doing my job?, he told her. "What do you mean?" she asked, looking into his eyes with her gorgeous blue eyes. "The massage you are doing on yourself. I will finish it for you so you can just relax and enjoy?, he said, as he slowly slid his hand under the sheet and down toward her hand. He placed his hand over the top of her hand and told her to relax. She slowly slid her hand out from under the sheet and raised her fingers to her mouth and started sucking on her own fingers cleaning them off. I saw the masseur?s hand start massaging her pussy under the sheet. Di slid her legs wide apart and the sheet was pulled to one side. I could then see his fingers sliding up and down her swollen clit in a light then hard stroke. When he applied the pressure I would watch her ass rise off of the table and she sucked harder on her finger. His other hand was now massaging her tits and pinching her nipples lightly. I could hear her moaning and breathing hard as he was increasing his pace on her clit. He walked to the bottom of the table and took hold of her feet and slid her down toward him. He pushed her knees slowly up to her chest and told her to hold them there. She had cum so much that there was pussy cum running down the crack of her ass. He took his tongue and ran it from the top of her ass over her little hole and to her pussy where he pushed his tongue deep inside her. I heard her let out a deep moan and her head came off the table as she had a powerful orgasm. I could see her swollen pussy pulsating in the dim light. He cleaned up all her juices by opening his mouth wide and sucking on her entire pussy. She sat up on the table and looked down at the hard-on he had pushing against his pants. She slid her hands into the elastic waistband and as she stood she slid his sweat pants and underwear to the floor and held them at his feet until he stepped out of them. As she stood back up she ran her hands up his legs and took his hard-on in one hand and his balls in the other. She then started licking her juices off of his lips as she slowly turned him so that his back was to the massage table. She pushed him back so that he had to sit on the table. She said, "Now it's your turn?, as she pushed him down onto his back. He slid his body up so he was on the table. She then went to work on his cock by sliding her tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock. She took it in her mouth and started pumping up and down on it with her hand and mouth. In just a few minutes he started squirming and told her was going to cum. She started jacking him off even faster and squeezing his balls with her other hand. Soon his hips rose off the table and he exploded in her mouth. I was surprised to see her swallow every drop of his cum. When he was through climaxing she climbed on top of the table and guided his still hard cock into her dripping wet pussy. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back as she rode him. He now had hold of her tits with his hands and was playing with her hard nipples. After a few minutes of that he stood up off the table with her still wrapped around him. He laid her on her back at the bottom of the table and slowly turned her over on her stomach. Now her feet were on the floor and her legs were spread wide. She grabbed hold of the sides of the table as he picked up his rhythm. I could hear the wet sloshing sound of him pounding her pussy. She was moaning louder than I have ever heard her do before. I watched as they both exploded in a powerful climax. Both of them had such a look of satisfaction on their faces. He collapsed on top of her back and just lay there for a few minutes. I could see the sweat glowing off their bodies in the dim studio lights. He then stood slowly and pulled his cock out of my Di's pussy and I watched as their juices ran out onto the sheet. He grabbed a towel and dried her pussy for her. He then licked her clit to make sure she was dry. Then pulled his pants back on while she just lay there relaxed. I could see her pussy clearly from the angle I was at. The light was glistening from the wetness that was still on her swollen pussy. The masseur covered her up with the sheet that had fallen to the floor during their session. "I hope you found your massage relaxing and enjoyable?, he said as he put his pants on. "It was wonderful?, she said, moaning and stretching. "I hope to see you again. I recommend at least once a month for the maximum benefits" he said. "That sounds great to me?, she said, smiling as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. The masseur entered the little hallway that I was in and we watched as she got back into her clothes. I could smell the fragrance of their love making in the cramped space we were in. We watched as she fixed her make-up and her hair. She then pulled a $50 bill from her purse and placed it on the table of massage oils and picked up his business card and put it in her purse and walked out. He met her in the front lobby and she scheduled another appointment for the week explaining she needs a massage more than the average lady. I waited a few minutes until she would be safely away from the parlor. Then I shook his hand and thanked him for his services. He took my number so that he could call me to tell me his next appointment with Di. 14287 1.64/512345