A month had passed since my first massage with Pedro and I was now longing for a repeat session. The memories of how he blindfolded me, touched and aroused me, concluding in Pedro taking my anal virginity are amazing and keep me hard at night.
Then on this fine spring morning and over breakfast my wife Stephanie announced that she has booked a couples massage this afternoon with Pedro.
"Steph, do you think this is a good idea, us going together, as one of us will have to wait for the other to finish?"
I pleaded my case to stay home as I didn't want her to know what went on last time when I experienced my first anal sex, but Steph responded with,
"Yes my love, the last time you came home glowing, so if it was that good for you, then I need some of that myself."
Then she stated in no uncertain terms, "were going! I have booked a couples massage for two. I asked Pedro for the same massage as you had last time, he seemed a little curious and confused at first but said he has a friend to help him these days, so they can massage us both at the same time."
"Well OK, if its all booked we must go then."
I had caved in to my determined wife again.
"And make sure you have a shower first." she ordered.
What should I do? Shall I call him and explain that she doesn't know my secret and to just give us both a normal oil massage. Yes I thought, that's a good idea so that's what I decided to do and sure enough when Stephanie was in the shower I called Pedro, but each time he didn't answer, maybe he was in a massage session or otherwise occupied?
Steph spent some time pampering herself, she blow dried her hair, applied her make-up and dressed herself in a short black skirt with black pantyhose, all covered up by a long coat. Steph was 36 years old, a D cup, wore size 10 clothes and had the body to turn many a head.
We set on our way taking the subway train to Baker Street. Steph was calm and looking forward to her massage and I was anxious as hell knowing that my secret was going to be exposed. The thoughts of her telling my friends that she's married to a bisexual bottom, not that there is anything wrong at all with that, but I know those friends would be giggling and whispering behind my back. A divorce would be too much to contemplate.
On arrival I rung the bell to flat 12A, the intercom beeped and Pedro directed us to come downstairs to the basement flat. My heart was thumping as I knocked on the door. Pedro opened the door and invited us in.
The room was as I remembered, candle lit with the curtains closed and a scent of pot pourri.
"Welcome, you must be Stephanie, and this must be your husband?"
"Yes, this is my husband Paul" said Steph.
"Oh yes, come to think of it I do believe that we have met before." said Pedro with a smile on his face.
"Paul, did you enjoy your last massage?" Pedro inquired.
Steph interrupted with "Oh yes he was beaming with joy when he came home, that's why I have come here today."
Pedro explained his friend was running 5 minutes late but shouldn't be too long and with that there was a loud knock on the door.
Steph eagerly moved to the door and slowly opened it, there stood a 6ft 3inch African American, he was very tall and handsome.
"Why you must be Stephanie, my name is Tyson, I'm delighted to meet you."
Steph looked up in amazement, there seemed to be some sexual chemistry in the room already.