Previous encounters https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/H86NDZdFWD And https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/nCH6qIveSd

It was time for another massage for my wife and me. Christmas is done, now we can relax. Since my last installment, I’ve seen Sunny a few times, and she has taken care of me quite ably. But we’re here to talk about the couples massage.

This time, my wife had a third new therapist, and I had Sunny again. I noticed that Sunny was extra careful about covering me up at the beginning of the massage, using a sheet this time. “Anna” must be a concern. That’s OK - I’m in for the long game, or for the subtle tease, whatever. But the risk, and Sunny’s tentativeness (I interpret as nervousness) adds the to potential turn-on

The massage starts with my legs, as always. Some initial massage without oil before she starts walking on me. As she slides her hands carefully up my right leg, she bumps my dick, which I have strategically positioned to make this easy and inevitable. But just barely touches it, and only through the sheet. Being careful, but deliberate. This is now officially our little game. I think.

Massage proceeds as normal - back walking, legs walking. Now it’s time for oil massage on legs - main event #1. Right leg first, as always. Calves, then thighs - ah, there it is - a finger on my meat. Still a little tentative, though. I turn my head left to watch Anna massaging my wife, and noting her body position - facing us or away from us. Sunny makes a series of long, slow strokes up my upper thigh, fingers grazing my stiffening rod - more than grazing, it’s really fingertip stroking. Five or seven languishing strokes, then time to move on, as Anna has shifted position. Sunny continues on that leg, working her way down, then back up. The last move is always to pull my knee out to the side a little (which just exposes my chubby shaft more, although under the sheet), then pull on my foot with both hands and stretch my hamstrings and groin by pushing against my groin tendons with her foot. I always enjoy this, as it involves both an excellent stretch, and close contact with my balls and her foot. So the groin stretch starts, yea, but a little less intense than usual. She’s only pulling my foot with one hand. She slides the other up my leg and starts to caress my cock ever so gently with her other hand, the oil making her fingers slippery, the pressure perfect. I still have my head turned, watching Anna working on my wife’s upper thighs (Anna has really nice tits, btw, and a pretty well-toned, but thicc ass, which I’ve been admiring), my wife relaxed and completely oblivious that Sunny is stroking my ever-harder cock just 6 feet away from her. Slowly, deliberately. I’m in heaven. I want this to last forever. But then, Anna shifts, and Sunny’s hand suddenly withdraws, never to return.

There’s an opportunity to realign my erection along my other leg before she switches to that leg, but I haven’t been bold enough to do that yet. May be next time.

After this, it’s mostly about when Sunny can rub her tits on me as she leans over me. Again, she can’t be too obvious, but me turning my head to the side gives me some side of the face tit rubbing, a step up from back of the head. Also, when she is working my arms, I can sometimes arrange to rub a tit. She has me turn over, and props my head up with a towel on top of the pillow, increasing the face-boob contact. At one point, I have my hand in her lap and am gripping her upper thigh firmly right next to her groin. I can feel the panty line under my hand - and her damp heat on one side of my hand. She massages my chest, then moves to my legs, the last stop in the massage. This seems like an opportunity for more contact, but a) this would be the most obvious time for that (this is where things take a completely different path when it’s a solo massage), and b) she is definitely playing the “tease DMan and get away with it” game, which might be difficult if the massage ends with me sporting massive wood. But there is some incidental phallic contact during the final stretching, and the hollow slaps that signal the end of the massage.

We are done, and my wife and I make small talks, comparing our massages, both of us in dreamlike states, mine with an extremely unwholesome undertone, and hers, completely devoid of same. She’s oblivious, and I’m in heaven.

I’m ready for the next one.

Hope you enjoyed this. Sorry it’s so long.