This is my first GW story, so I’ll start with a relatively tame one.

Last year, I [M32] stayed at my future in-laws’ house over Mother’s Day weekend. On Mother’s Day, I decided to treat my fiancée and her mom to a massage at a spa down the street from their house. When I walked over to the place, it was bustling with activity—women of all ages were coming and going after their massages.

I made appointments for my fiancée and future mother-in-law at the front desk. The woman there asked, “Would you like a massage too?” It hadn’t occurred to me, but my back was a little sore from long hours of driving through Southern California traffic. I decided to join them and booked appointments for all three of us for later that afternoon.

When we arrived for our session, the spa was still busy. A masseuse came out to the waiting room and led us back to the massage area. The spa featured a long hallway with small rooms separated by curtains. The masseuse guided my fiancée and her mom to a larger room near the front, then took me to a smaller room at the very end of the hall.

“Put your clothes here,” she said, gesturing to a small table, “your masseuse will be in soon.” I got naked, climbed onto the table, and slipped under the sheet.

A little while later, a different masseuse walked in. She was a Thai woman, likely in her early to mid-40s, with short hair and a fit body. She wore gray scrubs and gave me a friendly smile.

“Are there any areas you’d like me to focus on?” she asked. Her English was accented but clear. I told her my calves often get tight and asked if she could spend extra time on them.

The massage was absolutely fantastic. The masseuse began by working on my back, skillfully kneading my neck and progressing up to my scalp. She focused on the overworked muscles in my arms and shoulders, applying just the right amount of pressure in all the right places.

“Would you like hot stones?” she asked. I had never tried them before, so I excitedly agreed. The warmth and pressure from the stones melted away even more tension.

Once the hot stone portion was finished, the masseuse moved down to my legs. She started with my calves, spending extra time on the right one, which was particularly tight. I found myself completely lost in the experience, allowing myself to relax fully

Afterwards she moved up to the back of my thighs, moving closer and closer to the bottom of the sheet covering my butt. Eventually the masseuse peeled back the sheet and started massaging my glutes. I don’t remember whether she said anything, but I was too relaxed and in my own zone to be bothered. The masseuse worked my glutes fully, barely allowing what was left of the sheet covering me from getting in her way. She also began rubbing the insides of my thighs, working her way all the way back up to my ass. I unconsciously let out a sigh of deep relaxation. The masseuse then started moving higher, really going deep between my thighs and quickly grazing my balls several times. She also began nimbly moving her fingers all around all parts of my ass, pulling the sheet all the way up to my upper back and exposing me completely.

After continuing to work for another few minutes, the masseuse pulled the sheet back down over my ass and rubbed me over the sheet from my butt all the way up to the top of my back. After reaching the top of my neck, she slowly grazed her hand against the side of face, and whispered in my ear, “turn over.” The masseuse lifted the sheet off me, allowing me to turn over, without making much of an effort to cover me. I turned over and lay on my back completely exposed for a couple seconds. 

The masseuse smiled and readjusted the sheet to cover me up from the tops of my thighs. She immediately worked on my feet and calves, focusing on my tight calf. Next she moved up to my thighs, kneading the front and back and once again grazing over my balls. Finally, she rested her hand on the inside of my thigh. She gave me a little smile and asked “have you been here before?” “No I haven’t” I replied.

The masseuse looked a bit confused but continued “well would you like the special?” At that moment it dawned on me what she was asking. “No, I am ok,” I replied. She looked a little bit more confused and asked, “So, is that a yes or a no for the special?” I hesitated for a moment and replied “No thanks.” “Wait, how did you find this place then?” the masseuse inquired. “Oh I just came with my girlfriend and her Mom, they are behind the curtain down there,” I said pointing. “They’re here???” She asked, looking extremely surprised. At that moment I realized that this massage parlor probably had two sets of clientele, women who wanted a relaxing spa day and men who also wanted to “relax” a little bit more. When she walked into my massage room she saw a naked guy in his 30’s and assumed I was part of the latter group. I later even learned that my fiance and her Mom were asked to keep their underwear on. I was not asked to keep underwear on. 

The rest of the massage was uneventful. I was rubbed down for another 20 minutes or so before it ended. As I got dressed, the masseuse smiled at me and said, “Please don’t tell anyone I asked about the special.” I smiled back, nodded, and thanked her for the massage.

Later that afternoon, I briefly told my fiancée, Charlotte, about what had happened. At first, she looked at me in disbelief, then seemed a bit upset and uncomfortable. I shrugged it off, and eventually, we both laughed about it.

A couple hours later I was sitting in bed on top of the covers working when Charlotte crawled up next to me. She started asking me for more details about what happened during my massage. She looked directly in my eyes when I started telling her more about what happened. My fiance is gorgeous. She is 5”5 and 125 lbs with blonde highlights, huge beautiful tits, and the most stunning big amber eyes. Before meeting Charlotte, I had never seen anybody with eyes that looked like hers. As I started telling her more details about the massage, I felt her hand move on top of my pants and she began slowly rubbing my bulge. As I recounted more, I watched her briefly bite her lip. I could see that as much as she was weirded out by the whole scenario she was also turned on. “Can you show me exactly how she touched you” she asked. “Sure,” I said with a little chuckle and asked her to lie on her stomach. 

Charlotte plopped down on the bed and flipped over. I lifted up her dress over her smooth ass and started showing her how the masseuse touched my thighs and butt. “Wow” said Charlotte, “that’s crazy she did that.” As I touched the inside of her thighs, I could feel her wetness seeping through her panties. “And then she touched my thigh and propositioned me and that was it,” I said. I slapped Charlotte’s ass and lowered her dress back down. When I began to get up I felt Charlotte’s eyes staring intently at me and her hand go back on my cock, this time unfastening my belt. Before I knew it my semi-hard dick was in her mouth.

By the time Charlotte climbed on top of me, I knew I wouldn’t last very long after being so riled up from the massage and retelling my fiance the story. As Charlotte bounced her perfect little shaved pussy on me, I told her I was getting close and asked to change to a position where I could control myself a little more. “No,” she responded, “I am taking care of you.” After a few more of her bounces I exploded inside her. She gave me a big kiss and looked deeply into my eyes one more time, before hopping off.