| Straight: Husband and Wife: The Massage (4/6) |
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down, or chicken out, I win.” “Ok,” she said. “And you need to stay quiet in the closet. If you make a noise, or come out, not only will it be embarrassing to both of us, but you lose.” We put the terms down on hotel stationery, and Debbie picked up the phone. I listened to make sure she wasn’t going to cheat her way out of this one. “Yes,” she said. “We’re staying in room 412, and I would like to order a massage for tomorrow afternoon. I would like Pat to do the massage, and if I could note that I would like a sensual massage, I would appreciate it.” When she hung up the phone, she turned to me and said, “Tomorrow at 5:30.” I looked at her lovingly but smugly. “I’ll be sure to give you a ride on my new motorcycle.” The seminar the next day seemed to drag on. I don’t think I heard a word that was said, and hurried back to the room. Debbie was waiting for me. “Ok, hurry up,” she said. “It’s almost 5:30. I put a chair in the closet and moved some luggage out to make a little room for you.” “Um, don’t forget you are supposed to be naked,” I said. “And one more thing, NO exceptions to the rules, or you lose,” I said. “No exceptions,” she agreed. I took my place in the closet, and waited for what seemed to be an hour. Five minutes had actually passed when the phone rang in the room. I listened as my wife answered it. “Yes”, she said into the phone. “Oh, that’s quite alright, but thanks for calling.” After Debbie hung up the phone, she said to me, “Well, big boy, looks like you are going to get a good vantage point. The front desk just called, and Pat’s massage table is broken. They asked if it was acceptable to get my massage on the bed. That’s going to make it tougher for you to sit still.” I kept still as my wife undressed. She laid face down on the bed, as there was a knock on the door. “Is that you, Pat?” my wife called out seductively. “Yes”, came the reply, and in walked Pat. The shocker was that my wife had described Pat as an attractive female, about college aged. This Pat was college aged, but Pat was definitely a guy. “Pat?” my wife said, picking her head up off the pillow. “Yes ma’am”, he said. “I am here for your sensual massage.” “Is there another Pat that does massages here?” my wife asked. “Yes ma’am,” he said. “Pat is off today. Were you expecting her?” I chuckled inwardly, because I knew if my wife chickened out, I would win the bet. I knew she was aware of this, and I also knew how competitive my wife was. “No, was just curious,” Debbie said. Pat was dressed in sweatpants and a sleeveless shirt. He was well toned and tan. I caught him stealing an extra glance at my wife’s ass as she lay face down. I was watching in the closet, wondering if she would chicken out. I liked my odds at this point, but I also knew how competitive she was, and I have to admit, |
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nice twist,DJ