I had a problem. Not a big problem but a problem nonetheless. It would turn into
a big problem if I didn't come up with something soon. My wife Marty's birthday
was just ten days away and I didn't have the foggiest idea of what to get for
her. What made matters worse was that Marty absolutely refused to give me any
hints. A few years ago Marty and I stopped telling each other what we wanted for
our birthdays because we were getting in a rut. We both always seemed to ask for
the same things year after year, and opening our present just wasn't very
exciting anymore. It was a lot harder to think of something the other would like
but it was also a lot more fun getting the presents. For example, for my last
birthday Marty gave me a hot air balloon ride. It was an experience of a
lifetime. I tried very hard for the last several months to watch for any clues
Marty might give as to something she wished she could have or do. The only
things I heard her mention were items of apparel, but we'd agreed many years ago
to never buy the other something to wear. It just never seemed to work out.
Things were either the wrong size, the wrong color, the wrong style or the wrong
something else. I got very frustrated knowing that she was exchanging all of her
gifts. She felt the same way. The only thing I ever had any success with was
lingerie. I bought her some special things like crotchless panties and the like
that she got a kick out of, and we both enjoyed her wearing them when we were
"in the mood". Finally in desperation, I called Pat, Marty's sister, to see if
she had any ideas. "Gee, Cal, I'll have to give it some thought," she said when
I told her of my dilemma. "I know she's awfully hard to shop for. I have the
same problem. That's why I've taken to getting her gift certificates." "I'd sure
appreciate your help," I replied. I hung up the phone feeling very disappointed.
If Pat didn't know what to get her, how was I going to think of something. Two
days later Pat called me back. "Cal, I don't know why I didn't think of this
before, but I think I have the perfect gift," she said excitedly when I picked
up the phone. "That's great Pat," I answered breathing a big sigh of relief.
"What is it?" "A full-body massage. Jerry gave me one of those a few months ago
for our anniversary, and, believe me, it was great." "A 'what' massage?" I
queried. "A full-body massage," she repeated. "What in the world is that? It
sounds a little...how shall I say this...risqué, I guess is a good word?" "Oh,
no Cal. It's nothing like that. It's a regular massage but it includes such
things as the hands and fingers and the feet and toes. Mine even included my
ears. It was incredibly relaxing. I've never felt so good." "Hmmm, that does
sound like a good idea. Marty has been pretty stressed lately and I'll bet she'd
like some relief. Where do you find such things?" I asked my sister-in-law. "I
got mine at a place down on Grant Street," Pat replied. "I'll check to see if I
can find the name of the place. I'd really recommend them. I'll see if I can
find the name of the masseur who I had. I think it was Bob, but I'll check for
sure. I took one of their cards when I was there. I'll just have to find it."
"Pat, that's terrific," I exclaimed. I hung up the phone feeling very relieved
and even a little excited. I just knew that Marty would love this gift. I had no
idea how much she would love it, or even the real reason why. It's a good thing
I didn't because I'd never have gone for it if I'd had any notion of just how
far my wife's full-body massage would go. Pat called me at work again the next
morning. She'd found the business card of the place she'd gone to and the name
of the guy who'd been her masseur. The place was the Millfield Health Club and
the guy's name was Bob just as she'd recalled. She gave me their address and
phone number. "Be sure to ask for Bob," she emphasized. "I really enjoyed his
massage." "Thanks again Pat. You can be sure I'll ask for him," I concluded with
delight. I decided to stop by the place on the way home from work instead of
just calling them for an appointment. I wanted to make sure I was comfortable
with the place. I pictured some sleazy dump like the massage parlors I recalled
having visited back in the sixties. They were little more than whorehouses
although I did get a pretty good massage a few times before I got laid. The
Millfield Health Club turned out to be a very attractive facility on the second
floor in an area of trendy boutiques and coffee houses. At the front desk I was
met by Joe who introduced himself as the manager. He was a trim muscular black
man who looked to be in his late twenties. "How can I help you?" Joe said as I
looked around the room. The walls of the reception area were covered with photos
of sun beds, massage tables and steam and sauna baths. I assumed these photos
must represent the facilities available within the bowels of the club. I
introduced myself and said "I'm thinking of giving my wife one of your full-body
massages for her birthday which is next week. Her sister had one here a few
months back and she said she loved it." "Well, I'm glad to hear that. We have
lots of satisfied customers. In fact more than half of our business these days
is by referral," Joe boasted. "So tell me, when would you like for her to come
in?" "Her birthday is next Friday," I replied. "If possible, I'd like to make an
appointment for that evening. Oh, and my sister-in-law says I should ask for Bob
if he's still here and available." "Yes, Bob is still with us. Let me check our
schedule to see what if he has any openings then." Joe sat down at a computer
and typed in some information. "It looks like you're in luck. Bob is actually
not scheduled to work Friday night so he doesn't have any appointments." "You
mean he'll come in special?" I asked somewhat surprised at Joe's answer.
"Actually, Bob is scheduled to get off at six o'clock that night, but he's a
college student and can always use the money. I'm sure he'll be happy to stay a
little later. By the way, if I may ask, what is your sister-in-law's name?" "Pat
Collins," I replied. Joe entered a few more keystrokes into the computer. "Oh
yes. She was in the first time in February." "You mean she's been in since?" I
asked. "Yes, it looks like she's been coming in two or three times a month
since," Joe replied. "I guess she really does like our massages." I didn't say
anything to Joe, but I was quite surprised at this revelation because Pat had
said nothing about any subsequent visits. "Well, I guess he's right. At least
she must really like the place," I thought to myself. "So should we make an
appointment for you, Cal?" Joe asked. "Yes, let's do it," I replied. "What's
your wife's name and what time would she like?" he asked. "It's Marty...Marty
Evans," I answered, "and let's set it for nine o'clock. By the way, how much
will it be?" I didn't want to sound cheap but I figured it best to get the
business details out of the way now to avoid any embarrassing surprises Friday
night. "We charge fifty dollars for a regular massage which lasts about thirty
minutes. For a full-body massage we charge one hundred dollars. It usually takes
about one hour. In each case an appropriate tip is in order, and in both cases
the use of our sauna and showers is included. I guess I should also mention that
we do have a 'club plan' which is one hundred fifty dollars per month and
entitles the member to weekly massages of which ever type they desire. We let
our first-time customers try one massage first before joining the club, if you
or your wife are interested later." "Sounds like Pat is a club member," I
thought to myself. I had no idea at the time what that might mean. "OK, well, as
I said I want Marty to have the full-body massage." "Yes, I have that down," Joe
replied. "Now it will be helpful to Bob if you let us know before he begins if
you or your wife wish to place any limitations on the extent of the massage."
"Limitations?" I said sounding puzzled. "What sort of limitations do you mean?"
"Oh, like some people are uncomfortable about being touched in certain places or
have different senses of modesty than others. Actually a lot of guys who make
these appointments for their wives just let their wives decide." "That sounds
like a good idea," I replied. I was beginning to sense that things could get
more involved than Pat had explained, but I figured I should let Marty do what
she wanted since this was her present. Nothing too far out could be happening or
Pat wouldn't be a part of it or recommend it," I thought foolishly. "One last
thing Cal," Joe continued. "Will you be coming here with your wife on Friday?"
"Yes, I plan to. Why?" I asked. "If you'd like to watch Bob massage your wife,
we have a special room just for that," Joe replied. "That sounds sort of
interesting," I answered. "How does that work?" "Come with me and I'll show
you," Joe said as he got up from the computer. "It's this way," he went on as he
led me toward the back door. On the way down the back hallway, Joe pointed out
the various facilities of the club. On the left were the showers and saunas. On
the right was a room which apparently held bays of sun beds. Further down the
hall were the massage rooms. He led me to a door marked 'Private' at the end of
the hallway. He unlocked the door and let me in. The room was very dark and at
first I couldn't see anything. Soon my eyes became acclimated to the lack of
light. "Over here is a one-way window which lets you watch what's happening next
door," Joe whispered. As I turned to look I saw an attractive brunette lying on
the table in the next room. She was lying on her stomach and there was a towel
draped over her bare buttocks. A well-built young man was massaging her thigh.
As I watched it appeared that his fingers must be coming very close to touching
her crotch. "That's Bob," Joe whispered. "He's very popular with many of our
clients." I wanted to see where this sexy thirty-ish woman's massage would lead,
and I would love to have seen more of her great looking body, but I heard the
phone ringing in the office. "We'd better go back up front," Joe whispered. "We
don't normally let anyone in here unless they're the husband or boyfriend of the
person getting the massage. I didn't realize that Bob was using that room.
Usually he uses the one across the hall if there is no one along to watch." Back
in the front office, Joe picked up the phone. I realized that just that brief
glimpse of the nude woman being tended to by Bob had given me a raging hard-on.
I tried to hide it from Joe by keeping my body turned away from him. "I'll see
you Friday night at nine," I said as I headed for the door. Joe waved at me as I
let myself out. "This could is going to be one helluva lot of fun," I said to
myself as I drove home. I thought of calling Pat on the car phone and telling
her about my plans, but decided to wait and tell her about it later. I was
afraid I wouldn't be able to avoid mentioning that I knew she went there a lot
more than she'd told me. I decided to wait and see if she brought it up again.
Then maybe I'd mention what I'd found out. I didn't tell Marty anything about
her present, but I did tell her we were going to our favorite restaurant for
dinner at six-thirty Friday night. That would leave us plenty of time to get
over to the health club in time for her appointment. When she was getting
dressed for dinner, Marty asked if I had plans for after dinner. "Yes. I'm going
to give you your present," I replied. "Oh. Where are you planning to do that?"
she asked. Her curiosity was aroused. "You'll find out after dinner," was all
I'd say. "I think you'll like it." I had a hard time containing myself that
evening. I was very excited about Marty's gift thinking that she was really
going to like it. I also felt quite turned on although I couldn't figure out why
at the time. I dismissed it as a reaction to seeing that woman getting a massage
from Bob. Marty kept pestering me about what her present was and where we were
going later. Finally I promised that I would tell her more about it while we
were eating dessert. When the waiter finally brought us our dessert Marty
reminded me that now was the time to tell her what was going on. I hadn't given
this moment much thought and suddenly realized that explaining what was about to
happen wasn't going to be as easy as I thought. Marty might very well have the
same reaction I did when I first heard the term "full-body massage." If she
thought I was trying to pull something kinky on her, she'd probably get upset. I
had to prepare her for the news first. "Well, I've noticed how hard you've been
working lately and how tense you seem to be a lot of the time. I wanted to find
a way to help you relax. I mentioned this to Pat and she had a brilliant idea,"
I began. It sounded good so far...at least to me. "Sounds interesting," Marty
replied. "So what is it? A vibrating recliner?" "No, that's not it," I said with
a laugh. Marty was always poking fun of the ads for these chairs on TV. "Pat
told me that Jerry gave her a great massage for their anniversary," I continued.
"You mean you're going to give me a massage. Is that it?" Marty sounded
disappointed and slightly annoyed. "No. That didn't come out right. Jerry
arranged for her to get a massage at a place where they do your fingers and toes
and even your ears. She said it was incredibly relaxing. I think she called it a
full-body massage." "Oh, I've heard of those," Marty said as her face
brightened. "One of the gals at work mentioned she'd had one. She did say it was
terrific. That sounds like fun. When is this supposed to happen?" "I have an
appointment for you at nine tonight," I replied. "Where?" "At the Millfield
Health Club. It's the same place Pat went and it's with the same masseur. She
recommended him very highly." "Are you coming along?" Marty asked. "I would feel
a lot safer in a place like that if you were there in case anything weird
happened, especially since it'll be a man giving my massage." "Yes, I'll be
there in the waiting room." I didn't want to admit that I'd actually be in the
next room watching. That might upset her. "Well, I'm ready to leave whenever you
are," Marty concluded. It sounded like she was getting excited about the idea. I
was relieved and pleased. I paid the check and in twenty minutes we were walking
in the door of the health club. We were ten minutes early. "Hi. You must be Mr.
and Mrs. Evans," Bob said when we walked in. "I'm Bob and I'll be doing your
massage this evening, Mrs. Evans." "Hi Bob," Marty replied. I noticed the look
of surprise and delight on my wife's face when she realized that this cute guy
was going to be taking care of her. "This looks promising," she whispered to me
as Bob turned to take care of something behind the desk. "I think I like it
already." "Whoa babe," I said with a grin. "Don't get carried away so soon. The
massage hasn't even begun." I wondered how Marty would feel in a few minutes
when she was lying completely naked on the massage table with her most private
places hidden only by a towel while Bob worked his magic on her body. I also
wondered how I was going to feel when I saw it actually happening. It seemed
like a lot of fun in my imagination. I hoped it turned out that way in reality
too. "We ask all of our clients to take a quick shower before we begin the
massage," Bob explained. "That way the massage oils that we use will have
greater effectiveness." If you'll follow me I'll show to the lockers where you
can put your things and give you a robe you can wear while you're in the back."
As Bob opened the door to lead Marty toward the back he turned to me and said
"I'll check back with you in a minute, Mr. Evans, to see if you need any coffee
or anything while you wait." "Have fun sweetheart. Happy birthday. I love you."
Then I gave her a kiss as Bob led her away. I didn't realize at the time how
much different our lives would be when I next talked to my wife. Bob reappeared
in the office in just a couple of minutes. "You have a very beautiful wife, Mr.
Evans," he said as he entered. "I'm going to really enjoy doing her massage."
"Thank you," I said. "There are a couple of details we need to take care of
while she is getting ready. I believe Joe explained that the cost of the
full-body massage is one hundred dollars. Right?" "Oh, yes," I replied as I
reached for my wallet. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to Bob.
"Thank you. I also want to ask again if there are any limits that you want to
set for this massage. Joe said he already asked but I just want to be sure."
"No, I told him that I'd let Marty set the limits since it's her birthday. I'll
stick with that." "That's good then," Bob replied. "This type of massage can get
somewhat intimate sometimes, and I don't want anyone to be surprised or upset."
I was about to ask him to explain that last remark but decided against it. Again
I figured that if Pat was getting these massages, there must not be anything too
bizarre going on. If Marty's breasts or bottom got touched accidentally I guess
it wouldn't be too upsetting to me. Marty would probably object, but I'd let her
take care of herself. After all she is a mature fifty-one year old woman. Just
then I heard a buzzer. "That means she's done with her shower," Bob explained.
"I'll take her down to the massage room and while she's getting herself ready
there I'll be back to take you down to the 'gallery'." "That's an interesting
but appropriate name for it," I thought when Bob spoke of the room where I was
to sit to watch my wife's massage. I wondered how many husbands or boyfriends
used that room. I wondered if Pat's husband Jerry had ever used it. Somehow I
couldn't picture him doing that, but who knows. I was surprised to hear that
he'd even suggested something like this massage thing. I felt a sudden rush of
butterflies in my stomach as Bob opened the door and beckoned me through. "When
you're back here it's best that you keep your voice down and make as little
sound as possible," Bob whispered. "I have music playing in the massage room to
help hide any noise you might make, but it's still best to be quiet. You may
move around as much as you'd like. It is impossible to see into that room
through the one-way glass, but the sound does travel somewhat. Oh, and it's a
lot easier to see what's going on if you keep the lights off in here. Otherwise
there's a bad glare. OK?" "OK!" I confirmed as we approached the 'gallery'. Bob
unlocked the door and let me in. The light from the hall revealed two easy
chairs in the room. I headed for one of them and sat down. When I was
comfortably seated I looked into the next room for the first time. There just
five or six feet away lay my wife. Like the woman I'd seen earlier in the week,
she was completely nude and lying on her stomach. A small white towel was draped
over her ass. This was the only thing providing her with any modesty at all. I
noticed that she was lying with her head turned toward my side of the
room...just as if she was looking at me. That made me very nervous at first
until I saw her reach down and tug the towel further down on her butt. She was
using the mirror side of the glass to check herself. I ought to tell you more
about this sexy woman I was viewing through the glass. Marty, as I've mentioned,
is fifty-one. She has been diligent over the last several years to keep herself
in good shape. She eats carefully and works out regularly. She is not very
tall...five two is all...and she's never had very large breasts... she wears a
32b bra and that hasn't changed since I met her. She weighs about one hundred
twenty-five pounds and there is no flab anywhere on her body. Those ass cheeks
that she was trying to keep covered are as firm as a high school cheerleader's.
She has dark brown hair which she keeps cut quite short. It has no natural curl
so it hangs straight in what she calls a "page boy" look. I think it's very
cute. As I watched I realized that I could clearly hear the music that Bob
mentioned would be playing in the next room. It was very soothing jazz. "A nice
touch," I thought. Then I heard a knocking sound. It was Bob checking to see if
Marty was ready. "Yes, I'm ready. You can come in," I heard her say. Obviously
the sound system picked up the sounds in the massage room and carried them into
my watching room. "Another nice touch," I thought. Bob stepped into the room and
immediately proceeded to remove the warm up suit that he'd been wearing. He
stripped down to a boxer style swimsuit. Bob moved in front of me so he was in
Marty's line of sight. "All right, Mrs. Evans, are you ready for me to begin?"
Bob politely asked. "By the way, would you like to be called Mrs. Evans or
Marty?" "Oh, please call me 'Marty'," my wife replied, "and I'm ready whenever
you are." "Great. 'Marty' it is then. I'm going to begin, Marty, by massaging
your neck and spine. Then I'll work my way out your upper limbs. When they're
feeling nice and relaxed, I'll work on your head and hands. Finally I'll do your
legs and then your feet. Then I'll go back and hit any spots that still feel
tight. If I do or touch anything you aren't comfortable with, please let me
know. OK?" "Sounds good, Bob," my wife replied. For the next twenty minutes or
so, things in the next room went very much as Bob had described. There was
nothing happening that gave me any clue as to what the ultimate outcome of this
evening would be. The only excitement was when Bob asked Marty to turn over on
her back so that he could massage her chin and face. He offered her a towel, but
Marty declined. "Oh, it's OK," she replied. "I'm sure you've seen lots of boobs
in your line of work. There's nothing special about mine." Then she turned over
trying to be careful to keep the towel covering her loins. I felt a twinge in my
cock when my wife's bare breasts came into view. "I'll bet she'd die right now
if she knew that I was watching," I said softly to myself. I was startled when I
heard the door to my room opening. "Cal? Are you in here?" I heard Joe whisper.
"Sure am," I replied softly. "Mind if I join you?" he continued. "No not at all.
Your timing is perfect. It looks like the fun is beginning," I said thinking
about my wife's display of her chest. "Hey, she's really a great looking woman,"
Joe exclaimed when he took a look into the next room. "She's very nice indeed."
"Thanks," I replied proudly. "Actually I'm not in here to see your wife. I'm
really here to watch how Bob handles this new client. I had a call yesterday
complaining that he'd taken liberties with someone's wife and the guy didn't
appreciate it at all." "Oh, Oh! That could be a problem," I said absentmindedly.
I was too engrossed in watching Bob's hands as they appeared to caress the outer
edges of Marty's breasts. I sort of expected her to push his hands away a couple
of times, but she seemed oblivious to the intimacy of his touch. I smiled as I
recalled getting my face slapped for touching her like that when we first
started dating. "Times have changed," I mumbled. "What was that?" Joe asked.
"Oh, nothing," I answered. "I guess I was just thinking out loud." Bob
concentrated his attention on Marty's chin, cheeks, forehead and ears. Then he
ran his hands down the outer edges of her chest past the outside of her breasts.
When he pulled them back he ran them directly over her breasts and paused ever
so briefly to cup each of them in his hands. I watched for an objection from my
wife, but instead I heard a soft moan. Bob heard it too and must have taken it
as a sign of approval. He massaged her breasts gently before taking each nipple
between his fingers and rolling it like a marble. He appeared to squeeze but not
hard enough to cause pain. Marty started raising her hand, perhaps to push him
away, but Bob quickly pulled away. "Time to work on your legs and feet," Bob
commented as he moved around and stood at the foot of the table. "You'll need to
move down this way a bit so I can reach you," he said. Marty quickly obliged.
"That's far enough," he advised. Then he took her feet in his hands and lifted
them a few inches apart. Marty had previously kept them tightly together, I'm
sure to preserve her modesty. She didn't seem to resist his movement, however. I
wondered how much of her he could see right now. "I'll bet he can see her brown
beaver," I thought to myself. Since, at my insistence, Marty kept her beaver
trimmed quite short, the guy could probably even see her slit from where he was
standing. Oddly I didn't feel any jealousy. Instead I felt my cock getting hard
as I imagined his view. Bob began his work on her legs by massaging her thighs.
I watched closely to see just how high his touch went. It was obvious that he
was staying at least three or four inches below her pussy. His strokes were
forcing her thighs further and further apart, however. Marty was watching him
intently through his reflection in the mirror. Again she showed no signs of
objecting. I wondered if she was getting as turned on by all of this as I was.
Bob worked for several more minutes on my wife's thighs and calves and then
moved his attentions down to her feet. He even gave each of her toes a good
workout with his strong fingers. Marty looked very content as I studied her
face. Her eyes were now closed and she was smiling. "Time to turn over again,"
Bob said softly as he stepped back from the table. He held the towel in place
while Marty turned over. It seemed to me that he now had the towel positioned a
little higher than before, but I couldn't tell for sure. When she was
comfortably in place, Bob again turned his attention to her thighs. This time he
appeared to rub a quite a bit higher than before and I was sure he was only a
fraction of an inch from touching my wife's cunt. Her feet were now spread to
the edges of the table. Bob had to have a fantastic view of my wife's slit. I
envied him because that view was my personal favorite. This was also the
position the woman was in when I'd peeked into the room the day I'd come in to
make the appointment. "I wonder how many pussies he's had this view of?" I
thought to myself. I watched Bob's movements carefully now because he appeared
to be so close to Marty's pussy. Suddenly she jumped slightly and gasped.
"Oooh," she said softly as Bob continued to rub the inside of her thighs. He
must have touched more than her leg but she didn't seem to have any negative
reaction. Bob took this as permission to continue and again his hands moved up
towards Marty's cunt. This time he obviously reached the top and I could see his
hand moving up and down as he ran his fingers through her slit. She must have
been dripping wet by now. As he rubbed I heard my wife begin to moan softly.
"Ummmmm, that feels nice," I heard her say. I couldn't believe it. Just a few
feet away my wife was being felt up by a young stranger and she seemed to be
really enjoying it. There was another stranger sitting beside me watching. I
felt like I ought to object but somehow I was transfixed and speechless. I was
also as hard as a rock. The motion of Bob's hand suddenly changed and it
appeared that instead of running his fingers up and down the length of Marty's
slit, he was now finger-fucking her. Her moans grew loader. It sounded like she
would cum soon if he didn't stop. In a way I felt I should stop him, but again I
couldn't bring myself to action. Instead I began to rub my cock. "Aggghh," came
a louder moan from the other room." While I watched my wife's body first went
rigid and then began to shake in the obvious throes of orgasm. "Holy shit, Joe.
Did you see that? Bob made my wife cum," I blurted out...perhaps loudly enough
for Bob and my wife to hear. "I know, Cal," Joe replied. "That's what it's all
about, isn't it." I suddenly realized that my original thoughts about a
full-body massage were right. While I tried to comprehend this fact, Bob stepped
back from the table. As I watched he slipped down his trunks revealing a huge
erection. It must have been nearly eight inches long and very thick. It stuck
out at ninety degrees from his body. "Oh, don't stop now," Marty begged when she
noticed that his hands were gone. While I watched, Bob crawled up onto the table
with his knees between Marty's spread thighs. He reached down under her hips and
lifted her up onto her knees. Suddenly my wife's wet opening was directly in
line with Bob's hard tool. He plunged forward and impaled her on his cock. In
spite of his large size, he went all the way in with one stroke. "Oh my gawd!"
Marty exclaimed when she realized what was happening. She immediately began to
rock back against Bob's thrusts. I was in a daze. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing. Here just a few feet away my wife of nearly thirty years was being
fucked by another man. To my knowledge he was the first guy to have her since we
got married. She was obviously loving it...and so, I had to admit, was I. I now
had my cock out of my pants and was pumping it furiously. "Careful not to waste
that," I heard a voice say as I was about to cum. "Save yourself for a minute
and then we'll go in and help Bob finish the job. OK?" I quit my stroking and
concentrated very hard on not cumming. Fortunately I was successful. I looked
back into the other room to see my wife turning over onto her back while Bob
crawled up over her. Then he reentered her and began to pound furiously into her
inviting cunt. Marty's hand went down to her clit and I watched her begin to rub
herself while Bob's thrusts continued. Bob must have been thinking of us in the
gallery when he lifted up Marty's right leg so that Joe and I had a perfect view
of his cock slamming into her. In just a few frantic minutes first Marty came
again and then Bob's body stiffened as he pushed himself deep into her and held
himself there. My wife's vagina had just been filled with a load of a stranger's
hot cum. "OK, Cal. Now it's time for us to help Bob finish the job," Joe said as
he stood up and began stripping off his clothes. I numbly got up and followed
his example. As soon we were both naked we slipped out the door and into the
massage room. In the light I instantly noticed that Joe sported a monster tool
that was at least an inch or two longer than Bob's and was as black as coal.
Marty saw us enter the room and momentarily panicked. "Oh Cal!" she exclaimed as
she sat up and tried to cover herself with her hands. "I don't know what came
over me. I just..." "Don't worry about it, sweetheart," I assured her as I
walked up and gave her a kiss. "Bob and Joe and I are here to make sure that
this is one birthday present that you'll never forget." While I spoke Joe took
Bob's place between my wife's thighs. She had tried to pull her legs together
but Joe firmly spread them back apart and moved up placing the dark head of his
cock at the entrance to Marty's love tunnel. I stared at his large appendage as
he got it into position and then slowly forced it in. Marty was watching too. I
don't think she believed what was happening to her...or how large Joe's cock
was. Once Marty had taken in several inches of Joe's cock, she laid back down on
the table and started enjoying being fucked. At first she began moaning, this
time much more loudly than before. Then she began telling Joe to "fuck me. Fuck
me with that thing. Fuck me, Joe." Fortunately I don't think there were any
other clients in the club by this time or they would have gotten their ears
filled with sounds of raw lust. I'd never heard my wife being so vocal before.
Joe had worked most of his pole into Marty but he didn't try to go too far. Then
he gently started rocking in and out. I watched as her lips stretched in and out
following his motion. The sight of that dark cock entering my wife's pink cunt
was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I'd heard about this experience before
but always doubted the stories as pure bullshit. Now I knew. The reality was
even more of a turn on than they'd said. It didn't take Joe long to cum. As I
watched I saw his cock begin to pulse and then I saw cum oozing out of Marty's
cunt around Joe's cock. He and Bob had filled her to overflowing. He held
himself there for a minute or two before pulling out. His cock was still huge
and hard. I debated whether to take a turn now myself, but was afraid that Marty
was temporarily stretched so large that neither of us would feel anything. I
decided to wait until later. Joe took charge of the "massage" at this point. He
instructed Marty to suck him until he was hard again. She eagerly complied
although she could only get a little more than the head of his cock in her
mouth. He got hard quickly anyhow. The sight of my wife sucking on that big
black lollipop kept me hard. Only Bob was showing signs of drooping. "There is
still one more part of you that hasn't been massaged," Joe said to my wife, "and
we're going to take care of that right now." He then arranged us so that the
three of us men could fill all of Marty's openings at once. I laid on my back on
the table with Marty lying on her back on top of me. Using the cum and juices
from her cunt along with a little KY jelly as lubricant, I got to fuck my wife's
virgin asshole. Marty sucked Bob while Joe again filled her cunt. Because of our
positions, Bob's cock was entering my wife's mouth just inches from my face. "No
one quits until everyone has cum," was Joe's final instruction to all of us.
Given the tightness of the opening I was using along with the view of my wife
sucking another man's cock just inches from me and the fact that I hadn't cum
yet the first time, I knew I couldn't last too long. I closed my eyes and held
on until I felt Joe cumming. Marty had already cum once so I decided to let it
go. I shot the first ever load of hot cum into my wife's rectum. When I was
finished I reopened my eyes and watched carefully as Marty sucked and licked
Bob's large hard cock. It was an incredible sight. She is very talented at
giving head and it didn't take much longer for her to succeed. I watched eagerly
as Bob's cock shot its load of cum down Marty's throat. Within just a few
seconds my wife had taken loads of cum in her cunt, her throat and her ass. When
Bob was done Marty collapsed on me. Joe slowly climbed off and Bob stepped away.
They both disappeared, I guess to get dressed. "Happy birthday, my sexy wife," I
whispered in Marty's ear. "I hope you enjoyed your present." "Cal, darling, it
was wonderful," she whispered. "I can't imagine anything better." Marty rested
for several minutes before getting up. "You are welcome to take another shower
or even a sauna if you'd like," Joe said as he stuck his head in the door.
"Thanks, but I think I'll just get dressed and go home," Marty replied. "I feel
like sitting in the tub for a while and then jumping into bed." After a few more
minutes recovery Marty and I went off to retrieve our clothes and get dressed. I
went to the office while Marty finished dressing. Bob had apparently already
left for home so Joe was waiting there alone. I reached in my wallet and pulled
out two fifty dollar bills which I held out to Joe. "One of these is for you and
one is for Bob," I said. "Oh, no, we couldn't accept that, Cal," Joe said. "We
had as much fun as you and your wife did. We don't get many chances to do what
we did tonight...I mean three men with a woman. Your wife is one very sexy
woman. We'd sure like to have her join our club. Do you think she might be
interested?" "I don't know," I answered honestly. "Marty really surprised me
tonight. I had no idea that she'd do anything like this. In fact I had no idea
that something like this might happen." "You're kidding," Joe said in surprise.
"You mean Pat didn't tell you what a full-body massage was?" "Well, she claimed
that it just was a regular massage with a few little extras and was very
relaxing. She specifically denied that it was anything sexual," I replied. "Wow.
Well, she sure knows better. I wonder why she didn't tell the truth," Joe
continued. "I don't know. She probably didn't think I'd go for it if I knew. To
be honest, she'd have been right about that." Just then Marty came through the
door. "Oh, I wondered where you all were," she said as she spotted us, "but
where's Bob?" "He had to go home and study," Joe replied. "He said something
about having a big test tomorrow." "Well, I hope you'll tell him how terrific I
thought he was. You and he were the most wonderful birthday present I've ever
had." "Why don't you stop in again and tell Bob that yourself," Joe suggested.
"We'd love to have you join our 'Massage Club'. Then you could enjoy Bob's
special massages as often as you'd like. I and the other guys here would also be
happy to pitch in help Bob anytime you'd like...and, of course, Cal would be
welcome to watch or help too." "Oh, I don't think I could do that," Marty said
hesitantly. "I mean it sounds like a lot of fun, but I couldn't mess around like
that. It just wouldn't be right. I couldn't expect Cal to accept anything like
that," Marty went on as she looked at me. "That's part of your present," I lied
boldly as I looked over at Joe and winked. I certainly didn't have anything like
that in mind when I first came here, but seeing my wife being serviced by other
men's cocks was the most erotic experience of my life. If Marty asked, I'd have
to confess that what I'd just agreed to was as much for my own pleasure as it
was for hers. Marty came over and gave me a big kiss. "Cal, do you really mean
that?" "I sure do." "Thank you darling. Thank you for the best birthday present
I've ever had." "You're welcome," I replied, "but don't forget that this whole
thing was your sister's idea." "Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten about that,"
Marty said as a look of shock spread across her face. "I remember you mentioning
that earlier, but does that mean that Pat has come here and gotten laid?" "I
don't know about the 'gotten laid' bit, but she did tell me that she'd been here
once. Joe said that she is a member of the club, isn't that right, Joe?" "Yes,
she is," Joe confirmed. "I didn't mean to reveal any family secrets though. I
figured since she'd sent you here, she'd told you the whole story. I guess she
hadn't." "So tell me, Joe," Marty pressed. "Does that mean she's been getting
laid here or not?" "Oh yes, she has," he replied. "Pat's been coming in here two
or three times a month for the last six months or so. In fact she's coming in
again Monday as I recall." "Very interesting," my wife mused. "Does her husband
come in with her?" "No. She always comes in alone." "Does he know?" Marty asked.
"I don't think so," Joe replied. "She's mentioned a couple of times how much she
wishes that he would come along once and watch. It sort of sounds like she'd
love to have an audience." "Heavens, he could never do anything like that. He's
such a prude. I'm surprised he even suggested a regular massage for her. That
doesn't sound like Jerry at all. He'd have a heart attack if he knew what she
was doing here," my wife continued. "Look, it's getting pretty late. I've got to
take a pee and then I think we'd better get home." While Marty went to the
bathroom, I told Joe that I'd be in on Monday to take care of any paperwork for
the club signup. I also asked him to check to see if Pat was coming in Monday.
"Yup, here it is," he announced. "She's going to be here at ten Monday morning."
"Hmmmm, maybe I'll come in a little after ten then myself." "You want to watch?"
Joe asked. "Yeah, and I wouldn't mind helping again either," I said with a grin.
"Well, she's your sister-in-law," Joe said as he shrugged his shoulders and
grinned. "You'd either have a helluva lot of fun or be in a helluva lot of
trouble. I'll tell you though she's a pretty damn good lay. It seems to run in
the family." Just then Marty came back into the room and we left for home. When
we got there Marty ran a tub full of water and spent a half-hour soaking. It
took that long for her to feel like she'd gotten cleaned up. "I loved it
tonight, but somehow having all of those cocks shooting cum in me made me feel
kind of dirty," she explained. "I guess it's more mental than anything but
somehow the bath helped. Thank you again for such a wonderful gift. I love you."
"I love you too. Many more birthdays...and many more birthday presents," I
replied as we drifted off to sleep. The next night we went over to Jerry and
Pat's house to celebrate Marty's birthday again. Pat fixed a nice dinner, and
the four of us spent the evening talking amiably about the usual family things.
The subject of what I got Marty for her birthday came up, but Marty glossed over
it by saying that I'd given her the same thing Jerry gave Pat for their last
anniversary. That seemed to satisfy Jerry, but after dinner I found myself alone
in the kitchen with Pat. "So tell me Cal, how did Marty like her present?" "You
really ought to ask her, but it seemed to me that she really liked it. I must
thank you for the idea although you really didn't tell me the whole truth about
what was involved." "What do you mean by that?" Pat responded with a grin. "As
if you don't know," I replied. "She got royally screwed just like you do every
time you go there." "Oh really," Pat answered coyly. "Now whatever gave you that
idea?" "Joe and Bob both said that you are a great piece of ass. In fact they
said it runs in the family." At this comment Pat seemed stunned and began to
blush several shades of red. "Look Cal, Jerry has no idea what goes on there or
that I've gone there more than that first time. I figure that as long as I'm
discreet about it, he's not going to get hurt. I don't want to ruin my
marriage." "Pat, don't worry about it. Neither Marty nor I have any intentions
of jeopardizing your marriage. In fact we're both grateful to you for the spice
that your suggestion added to ours." My assurance appeared to calm Pat and as
she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes and said "good, because if a word
of this is breathed to my husband you can kiss these goodbye." As she spoke she
reached down and grabbed a handful of my crotch. She squeezed hard enough to
make me wince before letting go. I wasn't about to let such an act go
unchallenged. As Pat turned to walk away I grabbed her around the waist and
pulled her back. Putting my hand to my mouth I said "these two lips will be
sealed if I get to taste these two." I reached down and rubbed her pussy through
her skirt and panties. "Ooohhh," she murmured as I continued my massage. "You
want to eat me? That almost sounds like an offer I can't refuse. I'll have to
think about it." Pat reached up and gave me a quick kiss before scurrying into
the other room. Nothing more happened or was said about massages or the like
until we were leaving Pat and Jerry's house. Then as Pat gave me a customary
goodbye kiss she whispered "I'll let you know." I was quite surprised and
delighted by her comment. Pat Collins can easily be recognized as my wife's
sister. She is slightly taller...maybe an inch, two years older and has blonde
shoulder length hair. The resemblance between the two is remarkable even for
sisters. Needless-to-say since I think Marty is very sexy I feel the same way
about Pat. What seemed to be happening was very exciting. I hoped I was reading
the situation right. I certainly didn't want to create a bad family scene by
trying to seduce a disinterested sister-in-law. As soon as we got in the car
Marty shocked me with a very direct question. "So are you going to fuck my
sister?" she asked. Her tone didn't seem to indicate that she was upset about
the idea which surprised me almost as much as the question itself. "I don't
know. Should I?" I asked as I tried to figure out where this conversation was
going. "Don't know why not," was my wife's surprising answer. "What the hell.
After what I did last night, I sure can't object. Just be very discreet about it
though. OK?" "Oh absolutely!" I agreed. "I sure wouldn't want Jerry mad at me
either. I'll bet he can get pretty nasty when he wants to." "Yes, he can," my
wife confirmed. "It's really too bad that he's such a stick-in-the mud," I
commented. "If he was more open-minded, he'd find out what a kick it is to watch
his wife getting laid. It's almost as much fun as doing it yourself. I'm sure
Pat wouldn't care if he had a little extramarital fun now and then if he'd let
her do the same." "You're right. She's told me that herself. In fact she says
she sort of wishes he would have an affair so she could catch him at it. Then
they could work something out. By the way, do you really think watching is that
much fun?" "Sweetheart, it's incredible. I could never have imagined what a kick
it was to see you being seduced last night. I got more and more excited as I
watched Bob play with your breasts and your pussy. Then when Bob's big cock
slipped into you the first time I almost came. The whole experience was just
fantastic. Last night was a real eye opener. I guess we both have Pat to thank
for that." "Gee, if it's that exciting maybe I should find a way to do it
sometime," Marty replied. "I don't want to miss out on something as great as you
say it is." "By the way, what made you ask me about fucking Pat? Did she suggest
something to you?" "She told me what happened in the kitchen. She wanted to know
if it was OK with me if she and you got together. I told her I didn't mind."
"That settles it then," I said. "Settles what?" my wife asked. "Well, last night
I told Joe I would stop in Monday morning to get you signed up in the club. Then
Joe told me that Pat has an appointment Monday morning for a massage. I
suggested that I might come in just after her appointment started and watch. He
agreed to let me do it. I was really only kidding because I didn't want to make
Pat upset if she found out I was there. I guess that won't be a problem." "No,
in fact I'm sure Pat would really like it. I have a better idea though. I'll
come with you and watch too. Then after Bob gets done with her, you and Joe can
go in and surprise her like you did me. I'll watch all of you doing it. That
would be a real show." "That's a fantastic idea!" I exclaimed. I couldn't wait
for Monday morning. Well, let me tell you, the next week started with a bang. In
fact it started with several of them. Marty and I did go to the health club
together Monday morning. When we arrived Pat was in the shower and about to
begin her massage. Joe was somewhat startled when he saw that Marty was with me.
Any concern he had dissipated, however, when Marty told him she was there to
watch too. "I want to see my sister get the same treatment that you three guys
gave me Friday night. Are you up to it?" "Hell yes!" Joe replied. "What kind of
dumbass question is that? This thing is always up to it," he bragged as he
rubbed his crotch. Then he led us to the "gallery". After he let us in, he left
for a minute before returning and joining us. I found out later that he'd gone
to tell Bob which room to use and to tell him about the plan to repeat last
Friday night's performance. Joe returned to sit with us just before Bob brought
Pat back to the massage room. Pat was wearing a robe as she entered the room,
but she dropped it as soon as she was inside the door. There a few feet away was
my sister-in-law in the buff. Nude she looked even more like Marty, except that
her beaver was untrimmed and therefore her slit was completely hidden by dark
brown hair. Her breasts looked exactly like Marty's including the small brown
nipples. They even seemed to be the same size. "Hmmm, she has almost as great a
body as you do, my dear," I said softly to Marty. "I wonder if she knows how to
use it as well, and I wonder if her pussy tastes as good." "Just hold your
horses mister," she replied. "You'll find out soon enough." As Pat laid down in
preparation for her massage, Bob stripped off his shorts and stood before her
and us completely nude with his over-sized tool already standing at attention.
"Oooohh, he sure has a nice one," Marty murmured. Before he began, Bob looked
our way and gave us a "thumbs-up" sign. I had expected to see him begin by
giving Pat the sort of massage I'd seen him give Marty. Instead he gave her a
quick backrub and a quick rub of her arms before moving down to do her thighs.
In less than five minutes the massage part of Pat's appointment was over and Bob
was busy eating her pussy. "Get that thing of yours around here so I can suck on
it," we all clearly heard Pat instruct Bob. Marty jumped when she heard her
sister's voice so clearly through the sound system. "Oh, so you can listen as
well as watch," she said approvingly. "That's even more exciting." Bob did as he
was told and swung his lower body up over Pat on the table. Most of his tool
quickly disappeared in her mouth. She sucked him with great enthusiasm. Again
she reminded me of my wife. "Did she teach you how to do this or did you teach
her?" I asked my wife. "She taught me. She's older and she started doing it
first. Why? Do you think I had a good teacher?" "You must have," I replied, "but
I can't wait to try the teacher." With only a few minutes of foreplay, Bob swung
around again and got ready to mount Pat. Marty and I watched intently as Bob
guided his giant cock into position at the opening of Pat's heaven. As though
she knew we were there, Pat pulled her legs up onto Bob's shoulders giving us a
perfect view of his cock as it slipped into her. It was a wonderful sight, and I
heard Marty sigh softly as it happened. Bob began to slowly pump in and out of
Pat's cunt. I could see her pussy lips protruding each time they followed Bob's
large cock on the outward stroke. Then they disappeared again when he plunged
back in. He slowly but steadily increased the tempo. Pat looked like she was
thoroughly enjoying her "massage". "Let me up," we heard Pat say as she reached
up and held Bob's shoulders. He withdrew and got up on his knees while my
sister-in- law turned over and got on her hands and knees. Then he moved forward
again forcing his cock back into Pat's inviting hole. Now the pace quickened
sharply. He was soon pumping in and our very quickly and we could see his balls
as they slapped against Pat's ass with every stroke. Pat reached back with one
hand while she supported herself with the other. She began to massage her clit
and also started moaning. The moans grew louder and more intense until suddenly
we heard "Ahhhggh. Ooohhhh. Oh!" Pat had just reached her first orgasm. I wanted
to keep count thinking she would probably set a new record for herself this
morning. I was right. She came eight times. She told me later that she'd never
cum more than five times before. Of course she'd never been done by three cocks
at once either. Bob paused only briefly while Pat caught her breath. Then he
resumed his frantic ramming of Pat's cunt. "Better get undressed, Cal," Joe
warned as he stood up and stripped off his warm-up suit. "I think it's almost
our turn." My heart skipped a few beats as I prepared to take my turn with my
wife's sister. I had just enough time to get ready when I heard Bob grunt loudly
and push forward on Pat's body. She was being filled with her first load of cum
for the morning. Joe led me out of the gallery, but before I opened the door to
the massage room where Pat's cunt awaited, he whispered "I'll be in in a minute.
I've got something I need to do first. Go ahead and get started." Bob was
expecting us to enter and had stayed in place over Pat so that she couldn't see
the door. As I crept up to the table he moved aside leaving me with a clear view
of Pat's swollen and dripping pussy directly in front of me. I could even see
some of Bob's cum running down from her vagina and along her pink slit. It was a
marvelous sight. Pat still seemed oblivious to what was happening at my end of
the table, and I was able to climb up and have my face buried in her cunt before
she knew what was happening. Even then she didn't immediately realize the
change. "Oh, Bob, that feels marvelous," she exclaimed as I started running my
tongue up and down and around her slit. The taste of her juices mixed with Bob's
cum was quite a surprise. I had expected to not like it, but instead found it to
be a strong aphrodisiac. My cock was so hard it hurt. Since Joe hadn't returned
yet I decided to mount Pat and give her a few pokes first myself. This way at
least her cunt wouldn't be as stretched as Marty's was the other night. As I
climbed up over her body and slid into her, Pat suddenly saw my reflection in
the mirror. "Cal. Oh my gawd! What are you doing here?" "I'm fucking you, Pat,"
I replied. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I wondered what Marty was
thinking as I started fucking her sister. I hoped she found watching as much fun
as I had. Pat didn't struggle or even protest my presence. Instead she quickly
started rocking her body back and forth meeting my strokes. Again using her own
fingers on her clit, she made herself cum once more while I kept up my pumping.
I was so turned on by this scenario that I lasted only a few minutes. Then I
pumped a second load into Pat's hot and now very wet cunt. I hardly had time to
get out of the way before Joe was up on the table and had planted his own tool
deep in Pat's loins. She gasped when she felt him enter. Now she was truly
filled and she could feel it. I watched as her head bobbed up and down as Joe
pounded relentlessly into her. Pat let this go on for a few minutes before
telling him she wanted to change. She laid down again on her back as Joe
reentered her in the traditional missionary position. I watched them for a
minute before I realized that Pat's head was at the perfect height to give me a
blowjob. I moved over in front of her and pulled her head toward me. "Suck me
hard again, Pat," I commanded. "I want to get this thing hard and then I'm going
to ram it into your ass." I'm not sure that Pat was thinking clearly enough to
realize what I'd just said, but she didn't offer any objection. Instead she
obediently began to suck my limp dick. I could feel my cock responding almost
instantly. The teacher was indeed as good as her student. I looked over at the
glass mirror in Marty's direction and gave her the high sign. Joe was able to
fuck Pat for several minutes before he finally came. When he'd pumped a third
load into her, we all took a few minutes to catch our breath. When we were
rested Joe choreographed a repeat of last Friday's action with Marty. Twenty
minutes later Pat had been filled with three more loads of cum. I'd had the
honor of initiating her virgin asshole just as I'd done with Marty. Bob had cum
in her mouth and Joe came again in her cunt. Like Marty the other night, Pat
looked very well fucked. She laid on top of me for a few minutes until I slipped
out from under her. Then she remained on the table moaning and mumbling about
how great it had been. I was just thinking about going back into the gallery to
get my clothes and see how Marty had liked the show, when she came through the
door. "Alright," she began. "Is there anyone in here with enough left to do me
one more time. I've worn this one out." She was apparently referring to a young
guy who was right behind her. He was Ken, a masseur that Joe had brought back to
keep Marty company when he and I went in to help Bob. "Marty! What are you doing
here?" Pat exclaimed when she looked up and saw her sister standing there
naked...and also reasonably well fucked. Pat probably couldn't see the stream of
Ken's cum that was running down the inside of my wife's thigh. "Same thing you
are...or were, Sis. Ken here has just fucked me twice but I still could use
another one. Doesn't look like you could handle many more though." "You're right
about that," Pat admitted. "This woman is fucked out...but don't anybody worry.
I'll be back. I'll be back sooner than you think." Joe surveyed the room. Every
cock there was still looking very limp. "Gee, I'm sorry Marty. It looks like
we're going to have to owe you one...that is unless you want to wait a bit."
"Well, all right then," Marty replied. "I guess I'd better get ready for work
then. I'm already almost an hour later than I'd planned to be." Marty headed off
toward the showers with the rest of us a few steps behind. This all happened
nearly six months ago. Since then Marty and Pat have made regular visits to the
club and have not only enjoyed many repeat performances with Joe, Bob and Ken,
but they've also been "massaged" by Jack, Bill and Larry who are new masseurs
recently hired by Joe. Aside from our club adventures Pat, Marty and I have
played a few times at our house. Pat has really gotten to love anal sex so she
comes over just so she and I can do that together. Marty doesn't have any
problem with my having sex with her sister and even makes the arrangements most
of the time. She doesn't like anal sex so much although she does it once in a
while on special occasions... like the times at the club when she does three men
at once. About a month ago one Pete Daniels, of the guys I play golf with,
mentioned that he wanted to get something really special for his wife, Peggy,
for her fortieth birthday. I see Peggy quite often at the golf course and she's
a knockout. I immediately suggested a full-body massage and specifically
recommended the Millfield Health Club. Pete and Peggy are real health
enthusiasts, and he thought it was a great idea. She must have enjoyed her first
massage because she joined the club. Pete doesn't seem to have any idea what his
sexy wife is doing each Tuesday afternoon at the club, but I know first-hand.
Joe was so delighted to get this new client that he invited me to watch when she
came in last week. It was quite a thrill to see this sexy well build blonde
getting fucked by Jack and Ken. Peggy is a real sex machine and made the two of
them beg for mercy before they quit. I got really turned on when I first saw her
shaved pussy. I've never seen one of those before in person, and the sight of
two large cocks slipping between her bare lips was incredibly erotic. I've seen
Peggy a couple of times since at the golf course and have thought about asking
if she enjoyed her birthday present. Sometime when I can talk to her when Pete
isn't around I'm going to do it. I want to see the look on her face. I suspect
from the way Joe said she acted the first time there...she told Bob that she
didn't need a towel and she didn't want to waste any time on needless
preliminaries...that she plays around. I sure wouldn't object if she wanted to
play around with me. This coming Friday, Marty and Pat have a big night planned.
They are both going in for massages. In order to let me watch them both they've
agreed that Pat will go first and when she's done, Marty will have her turn. In
order to give them each an "all-holes" massage Joe has called on two of his
friends to help. He told me that one of them is really hung...about like Joe.
The other is closer to average like me. The two of them and Joe will do Marty.
Pat will enjoy the efforts of Ken, Jack and Bill. She's done each of them before
but never all at once. For me it will be the first time that I've watched either
of them in this arrangement. Every other time I've been part of it, and I
decided it would be fun once to just watch the action. We are all looking
forward to another exciting "massage" night.
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