I am a long time massage aficionado. I’m particularly fond of Thai Massage, with all of its stretching and somewhat “rough” techniques. No pain, no gain: it definitely applies to massage. As anyone who’s gotten a massage can appreciate, you can’t keep your mind from wandering, focusing on certain areas when you have a massage therapist’s hands all over your body. So I have also become a fan of the happy ending, although I’m really only interested in such an ending after a really good massage. Also, I’m a runner so massage is actually an important part of my healthcare routine as well. So, to say I have mixed motives related to any particular massage would be an understatement.

My wife also enjoys the occasional massage, although I wouldn’t call her an aficionado, nor does she share my unwholesome side interest. In particular, we like to do the occasional couples massage. This actually provides me an interesting way to reinforce the legitimacy of my massage outings, but that requires me to walk a fine line: I need a legit place that also offers extras.

As I mentioned, I really enjoy the massage itself, and as a result I’m not a fan of the places that are essentially brothels. No judgment toward those that prefer them, just not my cup of tea.

My long-time regular MT was a sort-of option for couples massage, but isn’t very close to our house. Also, she has a hard time keeping a second therapist, making couples massage not an option. (BTW, if people are interested, I can tell the story of how this therapist and I crossed a couple of lines, making her my all time favorite. So far.) However, the one time we did a couples massage at her place, it was strictly legit, no funny business whatsoever. As you might expect.

So imagine my interest when a Thai massage place opened pretty close to my house. It was actually a rebranding of an existing place that had been there for several years. The location is a little sketch, so I’d never tried it, but the change to Thai branding (turns out they were Thai all along) grabbed my attention and from scanning reviews and various websites that cater to the less wholesome interest in this type of establishment, it seemed completely legit. “Seems legit” being one of my favorite challenges.

So I set up an appointment for a couples massage. Our first time in, it was a good experience: the place was clean, the therapists were very good, the massage was excellent, and there were no hints of anything outside the bounds of massage establishment practices. So I scheduled another appointment for us a couple of weeks later. When we went in for the second appointment, I was assigned a different therapist. Sunny. I immediately noticed that Sunny had a very nice figure, and also some kind of weird eye make up. Something about my first visual impression of Sunny made me think she might have a (very welcome) naughty side. I think it was the eye makeup.

Sunny’s massage technique was also quite good. Everything was appropriate, but there were some little signs that she might have another side to her. Specifically, even when I’m going for a couples massage, I always arrange things such that there is a potential for incidental contact with my areas of interest. The previous therapist had bumped the equipment, and then been very careful to avoid further contact and also positioned herself in such a way that there was no incidental contact with her. Sunny, on the other hand, after initially brushing my dick with her hand, didn’t seem particularly worried if it happened again, although she clearly was not initiating contact. But I noticed that she made no effort to avoid incidental contact with her body. So my hands wound up brushing her butt, her hips, her crotch, and even her boobs a little when she was doing arm stretches. I wasn’t reaching out to initiate contact, because my wife was 10 feet away. But nevertheless it happened. I thought, I’m gonna have to come back and do an individual session and see if I am reading the signs correctly.

So I set up an individual session with Sunny couple of weeks later. Turns out I had read things correctly, and I walked away from this session with an excellent massage, much looser muscles and joints, and a big smile. That’s another story. I can tell another time if people are interested. I followed up with another individual session with Sonny, which was equally enjoyable.

Fast forward to yesterday: my wife had recently made it known that she was interested in having another massage, so I set up a session. I didn’t make any particular request for therapist, thinking I would just see what happens. When I got there, there was Sunny, and I knew I would wind up with her. Wondered how things would go. But I figured these women encounter this kind of situation frequently enough to know how to handle it.

So I “arrange things” as I always do, and that first incidental contact occurs, and Sunny makes it clear that she is down to clown. She is subtle, but she didn’t avoid contact with my junk, causing me to be pretty aroused. It was so f’ing hot having her brush my cock and balls and graze my sphincter with my wife lying ten feet away. And the incidental contact with her throughout was amazing. When I flipped over on my back, it took all of my self-control, not to make a tent that would’ve been really obvious from the other bed, although I don’t think my wife was paying attention. Oblivious,l.

Then my favorite part: when Sunny was massaging my chest and abdomen from the top of the bed leaning over me, rubbing her tits right on my face. Once again, it took a monumental effort of self-control, not to bite or press my face into her tit flesh, but boy did I want to. (And I did arch my neck just a little…) More self control applied to the groin here.

Then come the frontal leg massage and stretching. This is where appropriate massages turn inappropriate. More subtle and not-so-subtle touching - hands and feet on my dick, but all done in a way that could be explained as incidental. I’m not leading up to a big finish that somehow my wife didn’t notice. No, just an hour full of my mind racing, incredibly turned on by what was going on - apparently innocently - with my wife lying 10 feet away. 5 minutes later, Sunny finished, applying the customary “now we’re done” slaps, and me chatting with my beloved about how was her massage.

What a thrill! I am most definitely looking forward to the next solo appointment. And to the next couples massage…