I previously shared what I thought would be the first and only part of this story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/WwEBtnrJI4

I’ve since had another massage with him. I was in two minds of how I’d approach things, briefly thinking, “do I even go back!?”

My first tactic, as an ‘innocent’ turn on, was to wear matching underwear. I bought a new set from Lounge. I wore a nice, frilly bra (I’m a 34DD). I matched it with a luxury thong. This set screams, “I decided to have sex tonight.”

He opened with, surprisingly, “I actually told my wife about last time. I didn’t include your name.”

I said I’d like to address it, and when I started to apologise, he told me I didn’t have to. I told him his wife’s lucky. There was a little bit of a silence.

“Honestly, I was trying to use it as leverage for her to, you know, just go for it.”

We made small talk about what she did for a living. Suddenly, I said, “so did it work?”

“It did.”

Face down, with the towel over my ass (hello, nice back massage), I came out with, “well I’d high five you if I wasn’t face down.”

He laughed.

“So she was face down, ass up, too?” I couldn’t resist.

I felt myself get incredibly wet. I was willing to go further if he decided to as well.

A few minutes passed by.

“Thank you, honestly, as it’s a confidence boost.” He was onto say, going into how being married makes you forget you are (he didn’t want to use the word attractive), ‘capable’ (he didn’t want to say get another wet, either, and spoke cryptically).

“It’s good she got the real thing. You won’t have to worry today, I went incognito, wearing a darker pair of panties.” I then moved the towel a little, showing the trim of my thong, the top ‘triangle’ part.

We were well into the massage now. He asked, “glutes today?”

This time, he suggested using the massage gun. I squirmed, pretending it was painful, and arched my back a little more, sticking my ass out. I knew full well what I was doing.

“It’s the vibrations, it’s so intense, I can usually take it.” I dropped another innuendo. I NEEDED something from him to go any further.

I felt giddy, loved the fact that I added some sexual tension to his day. I was on my front the whole massage as he worked the posterior chain. It’s like he didn’t want his boner to be visible.

“I just couldn’t not come back after last time.” I said, making light of things.

As things came to an end, I was beyond horny. Closing my eyes, I was biting my tongue SO hard to not ask, “can you really go into my inner thighs?”

His large hands are so masculine. Around my throat, one or two fingers in my pussy, scooping me up against the wall and fucking me ALL went through my head.

As he left the room, allowing me to get changed, he said, “I should start one of those YouTube massage channels. Would you be my client? I’d massage you for free.”

I said seriously, “sure thing, yeah, whenever.”

He told me he was only kidding, although I’m “more fun” than his other clients. I took that as a nice compliment. I felt bad briefly, knowing he has a wife, but the fact that I’d kind of been responsible for them having great sex made me feel better.

Given that he’s away next week, I won’t see him for close to 2 weeks.

“I’ve had enough vibrations for one day, kind of. I’ll feel like more later.” I kicked myself for stumbling over my words a little.

“Zero judgement. I’m sure we’ll both de-stress when we’re home.”

“Hey, what do you mean?” I pretended to be shocked.

Getting the door for me, he went a bit red, trying not to laugh.

“I’ll look forward to seeing my wife again later. Your fault.”

“Just kidding. I don’t have a massage gun at home. I’m sure I’ll find a way to unwind after today.”

Just wow. Fucking wow. We left on a real note of sexual tension. I LOVE the thought of him fucking his wife hard. I don’t even know what she looks like. I’d like to be her, just like, for an hour. Until then, I’ll keep fantasising.