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For our 10th anniversary my husband Jay took me for a vacation to a resort hotel and spa. We hadn’t been anywhere like this before and after a tough year we were both excited at the prospect of a relaxing getaway. Along with the luxurious accommodations and great food Jay had arranged for a couples massage. Jay had told me that based on what he had heard I would truly enjoy it. I tend to be a little shy and reserved and Jay is always encouraging, sometimes insisting that I need to be more open to new experiences. So here we were.
After going through the changing area we met in the massage area, Jay with a towel around his waist and me with a large towel wrapped around in a manner attempting to cover all the essentials. Jon and Anna introduced themselves and said they would be giving our massages. They were each standing next to a table, the tables lined up head to head, about four feet apart. As I paused wondering which table to approach, Jay moved to Anna’s table, crawled on and got into position. I felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of a man massaging me, but then as I thought about it, I was uncomfortable with a woman touching me too. Now that Jay had made the choice I had no option, I moved to Jon’s table. With a great deal of embarrassment I untied my towel and crawled onto the table while maintaining my modesty as best as I could. I left the towel covering my bottom and stretched out face down.
Jon started working on my arms, neck and shoulders and was doing a great job. I was relaxing and I could feel the stress melting away. I felt so peaceful! He continued working down my lower back until he was almost rubbing my butt. I was relieved when he moved around the table at this point and started slowly working on my feet. Heaven! Jay knows how much I love having my feet massaged; this was probably what Jay was talking about. He knew I would love this. I couldn’t help but sigh. After a thorough workout on my feet he moved to my calves and eventually my thighs. The prospect of having this handsome stranger’s hands on my thighs was causing me to experience some feelings of excitement and more that a little guilt. But he didn’t stop there. I was shocked as he began to make contact with my lower butt, I knew I had to tell him to stop and bring my massage to a conclusion, but darn it felt so good! I felt like putty and lacked the courage or desire to stop it.
It was about this time that I heard Jay moan with obvious pleasure. Anna whispered “how does that feel?” Jay replied, “fantastic, don’t stop.” Just what was she doing to him over there? Was this what Jay meant about the special couple massages offered here? I couldn’t believe he would have agreed to this type of ‘massage’ with out telling me. But then again if he had I am sure I would have said ‘NO!’. “Relax and let yourself enjoy, Zoie” Jay was always telling me. So, if this is what he had planned for us maybe I should be a good sport and just with the flow, even though it felt terribly naughty.
By now Jon had flipped my towel up completely exposing my butt, the thought of him seeing me this way caused my breath to quicken. He continued to work my “glutes” first one side then the other and I could feel my heart pounding. A slight pressure on the inside of my thighs let me know he wanted me to spread my legs; my first reaction was to tightly hold my legs together. I was embarrassed at how wet I had become. But when he tapped my thigh again I slid both my feet apart until they were hanging off the sides of the table, was this really me doing this?
I realized I was now fully exposed. I barely knew what I was doing but I didn’t want to stop. I just tried to clear my mind and go purely on the sensation. But I still jumped when he worked down between my cheeks rubbing gently. This was getting intimate! He started to slide his hand between my legs and underneath me. I raised my hips ever so slightly to aid his progress. He worked his fingers inside me, finding me wet and slippery. Moving his fingers with great skill he teased me nearly to the brink. With his other oil-drenched thumb he was rubbing my tender rosebud. I tried to hold back but he kept this up until I dissolved into a silent, lip-biting, trembling orgasm.
I was trying to come back to myself as Jon replaced my towel. Jon and Anna said they hoped we had enjoyed our massages and would be more relaxed. ‘Well that’s one way of putting it’ I thought! Jay assured them that their efforts were appreciated and enjoyed. We got dressed and Jay and I walked hand in hand back to our room. I was silent, lost in thought, replaying what had just happened.
Back at our room Jay asked “Well did the massage live up to your expectations?” With lowered eyes I replied, “Well, it was certainly more than I expected.”
“More, in what way?” Jay asked.
“Well, that is first time in over 12 years that I have gotten off at the hand of another man!” I looked up and Jay was staring at me curiously.
“You mean a little massage caused you to have an orgasm?”
“You call that a little massage? I didn’t know we were going to have our privates massaged. You didn’t tell me it would be that type of massage”
Again I looked up at Jay and now his mouth was open in disbelief. “What are you saying, you just lay there and let him grope you?”
“I heard you moaning, and saying how great it felt, asking Anna not to stop. Don’t tell me you weren’t getting the same treatment.”
“Absolutely not, I was just enjoying having my neck and shoulders massaged.”
Now I was aghast, I had convinced myself that this was something Jay had planned for both of us. “Jay, are you telling me that this massage was not your idea?” I could feel my cheeks flaming with embarrassment at what I had allowed to happen. I felt so guilty. “Honey, I am so sorry, please forgive me” was all I could say.
“Zoie! Are you telling me you actually let another man touch you and stroke you in an intimate way and you said nothing?”
“But… but… Jay I really thought that was your plan! I would never have let him touch me if I didn’t think it was what you wanted. I thought you wanted me to relax and let go!” I told him franticly.
“Zoie, come here” Jay commanded “We need to clear the air. Yes I want you to learn to let your hair down and enjoy sex more. But I am the only man who is ever going to be touching you in that way again. I realize this was a misunderstanding but I want to make sure you remember from now on!”
“Oh Jay, I promise – I will remember!”
“Yes I bet you will.” Jay said as he unzipped my pants and slid them to my ankles. He was pulling me across his lap as I trying to tell him, “No Jay, you don’t have to do this! I’ll remember, I’ll remember!!”
My protests and pleading didn’t do me a bit of good as he began spanking hard with his hand, while telling me I should never have let the ‘massage’ reach that level. Too soon, Jay pulled my panties down and picked up my hairbrush. As the pain increased he continued to give me a sound and thorough paddling while I expressed my sincere remorse!
When he was finished and released me, I slipped to the floor between his feet and tried to catch my breath. I looked up at Jay realizing how special our relationship was. With this thought I reached up and unzipped his pants. After 10 years of marriage at least I had learned how to pick up a few forgiveness points.
We used to vote on who we thought wrote the Fantasy Friday stories so I would put up four choices at the end of each story. Now as I go back 2 years and get these stories to repost I have often forgotten who wrote them and I have to find the post that has the reveal. This week I got a little surprise!!
So who wrote this story?? It was my Nick!!! I am always so surprised when he writes! I usually never hear a thing about it until it just pops up in my mail box. I am again struck by the fact that this fellow never did any writing before (that I knew of) and who was for sure a confirmed vanilla before I got hold of him, is writing spanking fiction! So if any more of you fellows have a spanking story in you – give writing a try. If you don’t think it is just right see if your wife/SO will give you a hand. Trust me! It’s fun!!
And I do NEED more stories!! Send them to email@example.com
Thanks again honey!!