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Best Erotic Massage Ever

Date: 6/22/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Revealing, Rating: 24, Source: LushStories

I was approaching my thirtieth birthday, and I was depressed and feeling old because I was leaving my blissful twenties and entering into uncharted territory. My husband Jack was concerned over my sadness, and he came up with a birthday present idea for me that he hoped would lift my spirits up, and so the story goes. “Honey, Jack said, “I am going to treat you to something special on your birthday tomorrow.” “And what would that be, Jack?” I asked. “I want you to enjoy a relaxing two-hour full body massage. I’ve been checking Craigslist and I found an interesting one in here, and I already called it and set up an appointment,” Jack went on saying. “Craigslist? Honey, I would rather go to a professional massage parlor.” “Honey, for what I have in mind, professional massage parlors don’t do.” “Oh, Jack. I know what you’re up to. You’re such a dog! You want to watch, don’t you?” “Honey, you know what I like. It’s not the first time I’ve enjoy watching you in the hands of another man.” “Seven times to be exact. Do you want me to give you the dates,” I played sarcastically. “That won’t be necessary. I have it all up here in my head. So, will you accept my present?” he asked. “Tell me a little but about this masseur first.” “Well, he sounded great over the phone. He had a deep masculine voice and he sounded quite professional.” “Yes, but did you talk to him about what you have in mind?” I asked. “I did, and nothing is off the table.” “You mean even letting this man fuck me if I ... would agree to it?” “Like I said, nothing is off the table.” I smiled and said, “Sure, why not? It might be fun.” “That’s my girl,” my husband agreed. ***** On the night of the appointment, I dressed in nothing more than a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and a pair of tennis shoes. I didn’t bother wearing underwear since I was going for a full-body massage. The less I had to take off, the better I liked it. Jack put the masseur’s address in our GPS, and we drove across town to the destination. However, the part of town this address was in was seedy at best, a lot of drugs and crime, prostitution. It was a scary section of town, and I wouldn’t want to travel there alone. We went down a couple of side streets and ended up in an old trailer park. The masseur told my husband over the phone that he was located on lot 27. All we had to do was find lot 27. That proved to be fun, since more than half the trailer lots didn’t even have numbers on them. Finally we did find his lot. It was one that was down towards the far end of the street and still had a number on it. Jack parked across the street from the single-wide trailer, and we assessed what we were looking at. “It looks kind of shabby, Jack. What do you think?” I asked. “Yeah…well, you can’t judge a book by its cover,” he said and reached into the center console and pulled out a tightly wrapped doobie. He fired it up, took a big toke and handed it across to me. I took a toke and back and forth it went. Jack knows how I get when I smoke ...