This story revolves around me, my long-term boyfriend, and a male massage therapist I met at name of sp@ redacted.

My man and I are in a long term relationship (5 years) and are living together for 3 years. We are both in the IT industry and are working remotely. Our dynamics are unlike any regular couple as we are swingers.

We enjoy going out without me wearing any undergarments, a toy controlled by him discreetly tucked inside me, fondling my busty chest in a crowded place, car fun, you name it, we’ve probably done it loljk not so true

Our swinging experiences usually involve other women: watchers, couple swaps, multiple threesomes with different unicorns we met on Reddit, and even him indulging with another woman while I listen from another room. The list is extensive but it gives an idea of our adventurous and vibrant sex life.

We are planning to swing again, either with a bull or another couple, but life gets in the way every time. Whether it's contracting covid (again!), being too sick to function, dealing with overtime, family matters, or simply lacking the energy or bandwidth to find a respectful bull or couple we can vibe with.

Yet, last weekend, for some reason, we did something entirely spontaneous that we hadn't planned. It was impromptu, but none of us regretted it.

Here it goes...

It was a Saturday morning. He dressed in a black t-shirt paired with black pants and boots. I opted for ripped jeans, a racerback crop top exposing an erect nipple from my 36C chest, and brown slip-ons. A touch of makeup, subtle jewelry, and a black eyeliner completed my look. We also wore our eyeglasses, as we usually do.

We both live somewhere in Central Luzon and decided to visit toy shops in Greenhills. While walking around, I get excited every time a man looks my way. Some glanced sheepishly, some tried to be discreet, but others were bold enough to look at my chest and then meet my eyes.

Though excited, I kept my reactions discreet. Walking hand in hand, I occasionally check on my man and ask how he feels when he sees someone looking at my chest. He says he likes it and enjoys it even more when I get excited. That earned him a little pat on his arm, lol.

After browsing toy shops and stalls, we decided it was time to head home. In the car, thoughts of those men stealing glances at my chest kept me aroused. Being a modern, aroused lady, I turned to Reddit to browse spicy pictures and stories for an energy boost.

Exhausted from our long walk, I thought to check a sub offering massages—wink wink.

I searched for a couple-friendly massage with extra services but came up empty. I don't know, but not finding a sp@ for couples excites me more, so I brought up the idea with my man. I suggested get a massage with extra service, separately. Being the adventurous guy he is, he agreed right away.

We were in Quezon City when the idea struck, but first, we needed to find suitable sp@s. Pulling over, he activated the car hazard lights and began searching an app for sp@s. I already had one in mind for myself, but he needed to find his.

Fortunately, a sp@ starting with double S posted an ad that caught our attention immediately.

Thankfully, my chosen sp@ was conveniently located. He dropped me off and headed to his sp@.

As much as I'd love to share his experience, it's best if he tells it himself. All I know is, he enjoyed a twin massage that left him completely satisfied—twice if you catch my drift lol.

Now, about my chosen sp@—it’s known for its all-male therapists, with a clientele predominantly LGBTQ .

My first visit was purely professional; I had expectations, but the male therapist wasn't interested, haha. This time, however, I was hoping for something different.

Arriving at the front desk, I requested a massage and expressed interest in their wet area—a place to witness men in their element, possibly in an orgy or doing their thing. Unfortunately, females weren’t allowed there, understandable. Opting for a combination massage, I paid and was escorted to my room.

It was the familiar room from my previous visit—softly illuminated with gentle orange tones that created a calming atmosphere. A sizable mirror, a digital clock, bottles of lotion, and tissues were neatly arranged on a table. A whimsical chandelier made of ropes hung overhead, adding a playful charm. The room also featured a small shower area enclosed with glass walls, centered around a bed where the massage would take place.

The attendant informed me my masseur, Toby, would join me shortly. Taking the hint, I went to get myself some hot shower.

Moments later, Toby entered and introduced himself.

The sequence of events that follows is a bit fuzzy in my memory, but here's how I remember them, pls bear with me lol

He told me if I want the lights off, and I sure did so he turned it off, asked me to remove my bath robe and lay on my belly on the bed. To which I obliged.

He poured some oil into his hands and began massaging my legs. From my toes up to my calves, he gently kneaded my muscles, giving me that relaxing feeling. He sure knows what he's doing, I'll give him that.

After some time, his hands reached my buttocks, and every time they were there, his pinky finger would gently touch my groin. The first few times this happened, I didn't make any movement. When I noticed he was doing it on purpose, though, that's when I slightly moved my legs to give his pinky finger more room to touch my private area. He did this multiple times; he hadn't reached my front body yet, but I was already aroused.

He then moved to massage my back. Using the towel to cover me, he gently pulled it down until it reached my buttock crease. It was clear to me that he had something planned because in massages, they typically cover the buttocks area completely.

Anyway, this Toby massaged my entire back, including my sides (near my armpits and the side of my breast where most masseuses wouldn't normally touch), and when he reached my buttocks, he would spread them wide using his palms. He also ensured that his fingers grazed my groin each time.

He knows that I know what he's up to, so I asked him if he knew how to do a yoni massage, but he said he didn't. Yeah, sure you don't *wink *wink.

I heard my phone ring, indicating someone had texted me. Using my free hand, I reached for my phone and saw a text from my man saying, "Dito na ako :)"

Someone is happy!! Lol

Anyway, going back to my masseur, after taking his sweet time on my back, he asked me to lay on my back so he could massage my front body. He used the towel to cover me from my bust area and folded the sides so he could access my leg more easily. He started massaging my right shin, but then he adjusted my leg into a triangular position, exposing my inner groin.

Just as he did earlier, he started the massage from my ankle up to my leg, gently grazing my inner groin. He continued, and I found myself silently moaning. I think he heard it too because he switched to my left leg and groin, repeating the movements until I felt his finger graze my outer labia, making me twitch and moan even more.

He repeated this process several times, and I was getting increasingly aroused, but then he stopped, adjusted the towel, and asked if he could massage my stomach.

“Kahit saan pwde..” was all I can muster.

With that, he slowly pulled the towel away, exposing my chest and stomach while leaving the edge draped over my pubic bone.

He began caressing my stomach with gentle strokes, his hands then moving to my chest. While one hand continued to fondle my chest, the other found its way to my clit, gently massaging it in circular motions.

By now, I was breathing heavily and biting my lower lip, thoroughly enjoying his touch. Before long, one of his fingers found its way inside me. I could hear how wet I was each time he withdrew and pushed his fingers back in.

I asked if I could touch him, to which he agreed. While lying on my back, I began with his chest but eventually moved to his groin and touched him through his pants. Damn, he was hard.

Not satisfied with him still wearing clothes, I asked if he could remove his pants, and he obliged. I grasped his erection immediately. With the lights off and only the dim red glow from a digital clock under the mirror for illumination, I couldn't see it clearly, but I could feel how hard he was, which only heightened my excitement!

He placed his throbbing erection in front of my mouth, hinting for me to suck it, but I respectfully declined as I wasn't interested in oral. Instead, I wanted to feel how hard he was.

In this position, he continued massaging my chest and touching my intimate area while I held his erection. I wasn't sure if I was giving him a handjob at this point, but I was so aroused that I couldn't stop enjoying his touches.

We stayed like this for a few minutes when I asked, "Pano kapag gusto kong ipasok?" He replied, "Wala akong condom, hindi ako prepared." I countered, "Kaya mo kumuha?" He responded, "Wala na tayong time." True enough, looking at the clock, we were already 8 minutes over the allotted time for the massage.

As we stood, he embraced me, his arms wrapping around me, and in his softest voice, he said, "Next time." I appreciated his gesture. We hadn't had sex, nor did I reach orgasm, but his tender care felt like the aftercare I craved—being touched and spoken to gently melted my heart.

tipped him, and he left. After dressing, I left another tip at the front desk in an envelope with his name, as given to me by the receptionist.

After leaving the sp@, I found my man waiting for me. On our way home, we briefly recapped our sp@ experience—what we did, talked about, and how we were treated by our therapists.

However, it wasn’t until we got home that we explored the detailed story. We even demonstrated how we were touched, which really got us in the mood, leading to an unforgettable night where he satisfied me and himself three times.