I wanted to get my beautiful wife something special for Valentine’s Day. She certainly deserved it. Not only is my little Chinyere drop-dead gorgeous (in a girl next door sort of way): 5′-2″; soft, long hair; blazing brown eyes; and killer smile, but she is also a terrific lover for me and a great mother for our two kids. Even at 29, Chinyere has worked hard to keep the same firm figure she had when she was a cheerleader in college.
She puts up with a lot. I’m very career-oriented right now with my own startup business. Even though I travel all the time and gone at all hours, Chinyere never hassles or nags at me. It’s been an ideal marriage and a big-time case of mutual lust since the first time we laid eyes on each other.
We’ve always been faithful to each other, and I’m certain Chinyere has been happy — especially in the bedroom, where we both work hard to keep each other satisfied.
So one day, I’m playing tennis with my friend, Olu, and I mention the Valentine’s present. Olu is a successful businessman in his own right. He owns quite a few businesses and some commercial real estate ventures.
“I got the perfect thing,” he said. “You should get her a massage session at one of my spas! Women go crazy for those things. They love to be pampered and treated special for a day.”
Then Olu cracked this wicked grin as he looked at me. “And some of these women get so hot they can’t stand it. The full body massage gets them so worked up they either go off right there on the table or run all the way home to jump the old man’s bones!” he laughed.
“How the hell do you know?” I smirked.
“Security cameras! They’re installed in all the massage rooms. I’ve got big colour TVs in the back room, and the rooms are wired for sound. Sometimes I sit back there to make sure, you know. . .there aren’t any problems with the therapists.”
“Isn’t that illegal?”
Olu just laughed. “I’m just protecting my ass-ets, my guy! I roll videotape on the massages to make sure that if anything goes too far and somebody complains. . .I know what happened and can show it to my lawyer. But, so far. . .we’ve certainly had no complaints,” he chuckled.
I liked the idea of the massage for Chinyere. She had mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day at one of those spas. But I didn’t know what to think about the idea of it making her hot and horny. Somehow I doubted it would or could happen.
Chinyere is no uptight woman. She can get pretty wild when we are behind closed doors. . .but she is also fairly modest about everything else. My wife always dresses pretty and smart — never sleazy or slutty.
She came from a strict, religious family; and although she does have a wicked side. . .I was pretty sure I was the only one who had ever seen it.
Still, I couldn’t help but think about what Olu had said. And the more I thought about it. . .the more I fixated on it. Hell, I have fantasies just like the next guy. But this was the first time I ever thought about my wife getting turned on without me throwing the switch.
Part of me felt guilty about even thinking of such a thing. Another part of me was convinced that Chinyere would never let anything happen.
But I couldn’t help but get a growing thrill from the idea of my little Chinyere getting seduced and stroked into submission by some faceless dude. I walked around with a major league hard-on for the rest of the day.
That night I nearly attacked my poor wife when she came to bed. I couldn’t get the images of her thrashing around on the massage table out of my head. She seemed surprised at my aggressiveness but matched me stroke for stroke.
It almost became an athletic event as I tried to see how many times I could make her cum. After her third trembling climax, I felt reassured that my hands were indeed as magic as any massage guy.
Finally, exhausted. . .we fell asleep tangled up together. I had a big smile on my face as I held her warm body against mine. Jealousy was no longer a part of my new fantasy.
“What got into you last night?” Chinyere grinned at me over her teacup the next morning.
“I dunno. . .just getting geared up for Valentine’s Day!” I said truthfully.
“Well….if that’s just a preview. . .I can hardly wait for the main event!” she laughed.
I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply before I headed out the door. “Gotta go! Got all kinds of big plans to make.” I winked at her as I left.
I finally tracked down Olu on his cell phone at about mid-morning. “Hey, remember that thing about the massage session?”
“Yeah. . .she’ll love you forever, man.”
“No doubt. But I’ve got some questions.”
“Go for it,” he said.
“Well, for starters, what kind of guys do you have doing these massages. I mean, do they really know what they’re doing? And. . .how far do they go?”
He laughed that wicked laugh again. “Oh yeah. . .they know what they’re doing all right. They are all licensed massage therapists. But some are better than others — especially with women. . .if ya know what I mean. I’ve got a couple working for me that look like those guys on the covers of romance novels. . .and they can send a lady to Mars!”
“As to how far they go. . .that’s up to the client. Sometimes they get shut down when they test the waters and it ends there. Then its strictly a professional massage But if they get the green light. . .watch out. . .anything goes!”
I shut my eyes tight as I started to get visions of my wife on the table again. My cock was already fighting for more room in my pants.
“OK. . .sounds good,” I heard myself say. “But what if I want to watch? Ya know, just to make sure everything is cool?”
Olu busted up big time on the other end. “Man. . .you just want to get your rocks off with her, don’t ya? I’ve seen it a million times. . .dudes love to see if the wifey can get her buttons pushed by someone else. “Don’t worry. . .it’s no problem. Like I said, I’ve got the whole room wired. You’ll have a ringside seat, and she won’t even know you’re there!”
Several days later, Chinyere sat opening her Valentine’s presents. I went for the obligatory flowers, some nice jewelry, some goodies from a boutique, and some other little pricey jewelry I thought she would like. She seemed genuinely delighted with all the stuff and gave me a big kiss after she opened it.
My plan was to take her to dinner at our favorite restaurant and give her the bonus gift — the massage certificate. The meal and the mood were perfect. As we sat sipping our champagne and staring into each other’s eyes, I slipped the envelope out of my jacket and slid it over to her.
Chinyere’s eyes lit up as she opened the card. She smiled warmly and teared up a little as she read the flowery words from the card maker, then my hand-written message of devotion. She never looked more beautiful as she blew me a kiss and mouthed the words. . .”I love you.”
Then she noticed the extra piece of paper attached to the card. Surprised, she carefully read the certificate giving her the unlimited full-day pass at the spa. Suddenly she squealed with delight and pulled me across the table, showering me with kisses.
“How did you know?” she breathed into my ear. “I’ve always wanted to do this! Oh, I can hardly wait! When can I go?”
I laughed and held her tight. “You can go whenever you want. Olu said he was going to make sure you got the total VIP treatment. Why don’t you see if you can get your Mom to watch the kids and go early next week?”
This time it was me who got attacked when we got home that night. I think Chinyere really liked her present.
The appointment was set for Tuesday. Chinyere made arrangements for the kids. . .and I made sure I cleared my schedule for the day so I could be in the secret room at the spa.
Olu told me to get there ahead of my wife to avoid any chance of running into her after she arrived, so I left early that morning. Before I took off, I gave Chinyere a big kiss and a hug, making her promise to “really relax and enjoy herself.” I hoped she didn’t notice that I was already sporting a tent pole in my trousers.
When I got to the spa, Olu showed me around. It was pretty impressive. The spa offered all kinds of fitness and health options. There were pools, steam rooms, weight rooms, special herbal wrap areas, mud baths, and almost anything else you could think of to pamper a body.
Finally, we made our way to the massage area. There were four or five private rooms — all with the same subdued, pleasant color schemes. There was a large table in the middle of each room covered with sheets. Each table had a hole near the head where the client placed their face during the massage.
A table nearby held all kinds of oils and liquids used for the massage. All the rooms were clean and comfortable. I was beginning to think I might enjoy a massage myself.
Employees were just starting to check in to work when I noticed a big young guy in his mid-twenties come in dressed all in white… Olu had told the truth. . .this guy looked like a cover boy straight out of a romance novel. Long, neat hair, nice chocolate complexion, square jaw, piercing eyes and dazzling smile. . .the guy was built. There was no doubt he was a bodybuilder. Every move he made caused his T-shirt to ripple and flex.
Olu noticed him and smiled. “Ah…here’s your guy. Come on over. . .I want you to meet the man who’s going to be working with Chinyere.”
He got bigger as he got closer. Olu patted him on his massive shoulder and gestured toward me. “Yinka, I want you to meet the husband of one of our VIPs today. You’re going to be her massage therapist later. I told Joe here that you are the best and will give his wife the ultimate treatment.”
Yinka took my hand in his huge paw and smiled warmly. “Great to meet you, Joe. I’m really looking forward to working with your wife. I hear she’s amazing!”
Yep,.that was a good word for her. . .amazing. Suddenly I was not so sure about my resolve to not let any jealousy be a part of this. . . uh, what. . .experiment?
Yinka must have noticed the shadow cross my face. “Hey, Joe. . .don’t worry,” he said. “You will probably enjoy this as much as she will. Relax. . .I ‘ll take very good care of her. I won’t do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
I smiled weakly back at him. “It’s cool, Yinka. I just want her to really have a good experience here. . .what happens along the way is up to her.”
Yinka laughed and clapped me on the back, “That’s what we’re here for. . .we aim to please our customers!”
“We better get going,” Olu interrupted. “She’s going to be here any minute.”
He led me back to a door marked ‘Private – Employees Only.’ After unlocking the door, Olu led me inside. The room was not really what I expected. There was a big desk or table set against a wall with five 27-inch color TVs aligned neatly together. In front of the monitors were mounted several small, expensive-looking speakers.
A box with a row of knobs and several lighted switches sat on the table in front of two big leather executive chairs. The room had no windows, but there was some soft track lighting with dimmer switches that could be adjusted. The only other noticeable objects were several Hi-Fi DVDs stacked together in a rack with little green and red lights softly glowing. It looked like something out of a spy movie.
Olu settled into one of the chairs and directed me to the other. He flipped a few switches, and the TV monitors came to life. I now had an amazing view of the massage rooms. The clarity of the signal was impressive, and the cameras were mounted in the perfect position to see anything in the rooms.
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