Couples Massage

Dan and Betty’s Spa Day

“Chateau Day Spa, is that some kind of play on words? Dan, I’ve never had a massage before, you know, by a professional masseur.”

“You’ll love it, Betty.”

“I don’t know. This couple’s massage sounds kind of creepy or,” I wrinkled my nose, “obscene.” I turned toward him, “You’ve done this before?”

He laughed. “Baby, it’s okay. I’ve had several massages. Some even here. We’re not supposed to accept favors or gifts from our clients, but one of our clients must have a financial interest in this place. Folks at the office are always winning these contests and getting free massages.” He flashed a conspiratorial wink. “Nothing wrong with a couple’s massage. We each get a massage, but we are in the room together. We can talk and watch each other. It is kind of sexy, but not obscene.”

“Yes, but we are nude?”

I was being coy. However, I was thrilled he had suggested something both sexy and out of the ordinary. I couldn’t wait to get nude and have another woman’s hands on me while he watched.

He laughed some more at my naiveté. “Come on, get out of the car.”

Inside, I had to fill out a form with my personal information and answer ‘no’ to all the potential medical conditions. I gave an email address to receive future promotions. Then we were escorted by Janet into a room with two massage tables. They were askew with the head ends slightly overlapping so the people on the tables could see each other. Janet told us to disrobe to whatever level of dress made us comfortable, and then to lay face down on the tables with the sheet pulled up; she and Robbie would be back in a few minutes.

Dan lost no time stripping nude. He insisted I strip likewise. Two minutes later, we were lying on the tables with our heads in the donut-shaped face pillows, but turned to face each other. I giggled.

“What?” he asked.

I was about to ask would happen if he got an erection, when Janet and Robbie entered. I had not expected for Robbie to be a guy. My kitty clenched with the thought of his hands on me. I squeezed my thighs together. I wondered what Dan would think.

Janet stood on the far side of Dan’s table and began to massage his shoulders while Robbie positioned himself beside my table and did likewise. I watched Dan get a full body massage while he watched Robbie do me. By the end of it, the sheets had been replaced with carefully positioned towels covering only the essentials, and we had been thoroughly massaged front and back. The magic kneading fingers came close, but never strayed into inappropriate places. I had been worried through the whole thing, but the spontaneous erection issue never came up. Their work completed, they left us to rest and dress.

“No, Dan, we are not doing that. They said to take our time dressing, they did not say ‘feel free to make out’.”

“Betty, sweetheart, they know we are here to have fun.”

“No, I’m not giving you a blowjob. I enjoy sex with you, you know that. And I’ve no objection to oral sex, but no blowjob here and now.” After a few seconds of looking at his disappointed puppy dog eyes, I added, “I’ll give you two back at your place.”

I honestly did not think sex would be at all appropriate, but this did appear to segue into a kinky discussion.

After the massage, we went to dinner. Dan grinned and talked about the massage through the whole thing. He talked about watching Robbie knead my butt and thighs. I drank wine and smirked at him.

“Were you serious about what you said at the spa?” he asked, as he drove us back to his apartment.

“I guess so, what did I say?”

“You know, that you would give me oral sex… twice?” He grinned like a schoolboy with his first Playboy magazine.

“Sure, I’ll give it a try. I’m not promising to be any good at it and I certainly can’t promise you can go… come twice.”

“If necessary, I’ll take a rain check.”

“Sure.” I thought about suggesting a spanking if I accidentally bit him.

In his apartment, he plied me with wine and cuddling on the couch, but eventually like a kid promised candy for behaving, he pressed my hand to his crotch where he was already firm. I played the willing but innocent student of love in his experienced guiding hands. With some help, I unzipped and released him. Soon, he was fully erect. Kneeling on the floor between his legs, I took the tip into my mouth. I playfully licked and sucked it while stroking the shaft. This would bring him to climax much slower than taking him deep, but I didn’t want him to think of me as anything other than the socialite school teacher he knew. He’d been bottling it up for a long time because, when he came, it was a healthy gush. I didn’t swallow, but held it in my mouth until he finished, then I reached for a tissue to spit into.

“Sorry, I’m not quite used to that part yet,” I said.

He didn’t say anything, but got up. He finished removing his pants and brought me more wine, which I gulped. He laughed.

“Come on,” he said, and led me into the bedroom. He undressed me and laid me on the foot of the bed with my bare legs dangling to the floor. He knelt on the floor and lifted my feet to his shoulders, opening my thighs. He began to stroke my kitty with his tongue. He was pretty good, but I couldn’t get relaxed enough to climax. He pressed two fingers inside me and brushed around my G-spot, but never concentrated on it. I was reminded of a joke: what’s the difference between a golf ball and a G-spot? Answer: a man will spend twenty minutes searching for a golf ball. Anyway, he tried hard and meant well; so, I faked it.

He pulled me onto the bed for some cuddling which I thoroughly enjoyed. I very much missed after-sex cuddling. Dan was experienced and a good lover, but he didn’t know what I really liked and I had no idea how to tell him.

Soon I felt his manhood begin to stiffen behind me, pressing against my bottom. His fingers transgressed from passive cuddle mode to active stimulation. He was ready for the promise of BJ number two.

I let him roll me over and I got to my knees. He lay on his back. I began by massaging his balls and perineum while stoking his shaft. In a minute he was hard and I sucked on his tip. He held my face down and pushed up with his pelvis; he wanted me to take more than the tip. I relaxed my jaw and let in more. As he pushed his cock to the back of my throat, I choked and pulled him out.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“Okay,” he said, and released my face.

He let me finish him my way. This time the quantity of cum was diminutive. I swallowed, making something of a production of it so he would know I was trying to learn new things. Crawling up, I lay my head on his chest.

“I’m sorry I can’t do what you want. I’ll try more next time, I promise.”

“Betty, you are a wonderful lover.”

I kissed him.

THE END

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