This is my first story so bear with me. I have been thinking of writing this since started reading this forum and it has brought back a lot of memories.
My husband has on different special occasions, given me the gift of a massage. Sweet of him. I now think that he has wanted to see me being touched by a different man all along. All of the other massages over the years have been a rather soothing, straight forward massage with me lying on a massage table naked under a towel while getting a very relaking non-sexual massage. I have always wondered what it would be like to be touched in a sexual manner by a strange man. I found out on this occasion.
I had been a litle sore from working out. I had recently taken a job as an aerobic instructor at the gym that I work out at for some time and was doing a few classes every day so I was in need of a good massage. Rob, my husband, had arranged for a massage therapist to come by in the evening to give me one. We had gone out to a lite dinner and then I took a shower when we got home to freshen up for the massage therapist’s arrival. When he arrived Rob had him place the massage table in our bedroom/ bathroom suite by the tub and mirrored closet doors. He told me to get ready and cover with a towel that he had placed on the table.