| Straight: Husband and Wife: The Massage (3/6) |
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where this was leading. “I wish you were here,” she said. “I ordered a massage, and about an hour later, a girl came in with a massage table. She said her name was Pat, and she told me to undress to a level I was comfortable with. I went into the bathroom, and took off everything but my bra and panties.” Just listening to her tell me the story made my cock begin to harden. “I got up on the table, and after thinking about what you said, I had to admit as she was massaging me, I was getting turned on. I don’t know how to describe it, honey, but I kept getting the feeling that she was trying to get me turned on too.” “How was that?” I asked. “Well, she kept saying that her specialty was sensual massages, and that she did work for the hotel too. She really concentrated on my thighs, and my chest area. My nipples were hardening, and she seemed to accidentally touch my pussy a few times.” “And???” I said, getting even more excited. “I was so wet, I was almost embarrassed,” she said. “I got the sense she wanted more, but I didn’t know what to say. When she asked if there was anything special I wanted massaged, I chickened out. I said no. Well, I flat out chickened out,” she admitted. “I also didn’t want to do anything without you here to watch.” “That would be a great show,” I commented. Debbie laughed. “I just know that you wouldn’t be able to sit still and not come out,” she said. “That would be embarrassing to me. I wouldn’t want to scare her away.” “Ha!” I said. “If I was watching, you would chicken out anyways.” She took the bait. “No, if you were watching, you wouldn’t be able to not interrupt.” My wife and I are both very competitive people, and we often make bets. The bets range from trivial facts to dares. Usually the payment for losing a bet is significant, ranging from extra housework, to agreeing to purchase something that wouldn’t normally be in our budget. “I bet you would chicken out,” I said, my voice raising an octave. “No way, dear,” she answered back, defiantly. “Ok, here’s the deal”, she said. “I’ll call down to the desk, and book a massage with Pat for tomorrow. I’ll even ask for a sensual massage. If you can stay in the closet and not disrupt us, you can buy that new motorcycle you want. If you can’t, and she makes advances, I won’t turn her down. If I do that, we’ll use your bonus money on that ring I have had my eye on.” I carefully weighed my options. I finally figured, “What the heck,” and let my pride take over, answering: “Deal.” I decided that it was too easy for her, so I wanted to establish some rules for our bet. “First of all, you need to get Pat, because I want someone who is going to get you turned on. Secondly, you have to be naked, and if you get excited, you cannot hide your excitement. I want you to tell the therapist that your butt and chest are especially tense. You must respond to everything the therapist does to you. If you back |
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nice twist,DJ