No thirty second back rub as an excuse for foreplay, for many years we had been in the habit of more or less taking turns to give each other a full body massage. And yes, it invariably ended in sex.
Way back we had purchased a professional, folding massage table and read a book on massage; my wife Natalie and I were, and still are, both into spoiling each other. So after we had moved into our current house with a large basement and several spare rooms down there, it was an obvious idea to paint a room in earthy tones, add some dimmable light, a discreet sound system, candles, and some wall prints of stones, water, flowers etc and we have the perfect in-home massage room.
Sex occurs in there on a regular basis, a massage from your spouse is sensual and super relaxing, as the table is the perfect height for me to be standing holding Natalie's legs as she lays on her back, butt to the edge of the table. Role-play has often been part of our sex life, but when it comes to the massage room it seems obvious for game time. Natalie will sometimes pretend she's a masseuse getting carried away and providing a happy end to the massage. I'm often the handsome masseur who'll seduce my wife with hands that stray a little too far, or that I've been given permission by her husband to make sure she's completely satisfied.
It came as no surprise then when I told my wife that I'd arranged a massage for her tonight at 7.00pm. Her reply was not unexpected:
"Oh great! And who did you arrange to massage me tonight?" Natalie asked with a smile.
"Rob, he'll be here around 6.30pm to meet us and check out the table etc."
Natalie looked puzzled, thinking this was just a variation on one of our role-play games. "Meet us? Or just me?"
"Meet us. He's a real masseur who does home visits and he's agreed to teach me some techniques. You're getting a professional massage tonight."
Needless to say, my wife was delighted and promised me some "fun later tonight" as a reward.
Natalie was off getting changed when Rob arrived; he's a good looking young guy, I'd guess around 30, clean shaven, fit build and around the same 6ft as me. Natalie and I are both somewhat older but looking fit enough to passably be in our 40's and we both try to stay fit with another room in our basement converted during Covid lockdowns to be a home gym. I offered Rob a drink and he took me up on some water as we chatted; he was impressed with our massage room and appreciated that he didn't have to carry his own table in.
We set up the music and briefly turned on the space heater just to make sure the room was warm enough. I got Natalie a glass of wine and went up to tell her that we were ready for her. She was just pulling a robe over her naked body and wondered aloud to me whether she should slip some panties on. "What do you do at your regular massage in town?" I asked.
"Well I go naked there but they're professional and's just me and the masseuse." Natalie replied.
"Well it's professional here tonight, and I'm in the room, so don't worry about it."
Natalie nodded and we headed down to the massage room where I introduced her to Rob and after a couple of questions he asked her to lay face down on the table, professionally turning his back. I helped my wife take off her robe and covered her with the light fleece blanket that we kept there for comfort.
I indicated to Rob that Natalie was ready and sat on the chair I'd placed in the corner of the room to watch him at work. He turned down the fleece just a little and oiled his hands before gently starting to massage on Natalie's shoulders and the back of her neck. This is always a sore spot for her and and she groaned briefly in appreciation as his fingers worked some obvious magic.
"Pressure ok?" Rob asked.
"It's wonderful." Natalie replied. "I hope Roger's taking notes if he's going to do this himself next time around" she laughed. I chuckled.
Rob continued working the massage oil into my wife's shoulders gradually moving further down each arm in turn massaging her hands and then arm muscles back up towards her torso. Eventually his hands were massaging more of Natalie's back under the fleece and he nodded to me to come over and move the blanket further down.
"Take some oil on your palms, then move your hands together in broad motions as if you're smoothing out sheets on a bed. Long slow strokes as even as possible" Rob told me. I followed his instructions and he placed his hands over mine moving them to show me how much pressure to apply.
"That's it. The secret to a good massage is consistency."
Natalie moaned in agreement. I was feeling very happy that I'd set this up and knew that my wife was obviously enjoying it. Rob indicated me to me to keep going.
