"Really?” Obviously she had given this some real thought. It dawned on Ethan that they were past the point of talking about fantasy. He was not positive he was really ready for this, but he asked what her idea was.
"I want you to take me to the massage parlor."
"What?” He couldn't be hearing her correctly.
"I'm sure they get couples sometimes. They must. I want to go with you and see what goes on."
"I don't know, Kyra. Are you ready for that step? I don't want you getting pissed off at me because I go in there and enjoy myself. Talking about it, fantasizing about it is one thing. Doing it would be totally different."
"I know I could handle it. I want to go. You have to trust me, Ethan," she said earnestly.
"I do trust you. I totally trust you."
"Then trust me when I tell you I want to do this. I want us to do this. I know it will be so exciting.” He reached down and stroked his cock, which betrayed how he really felt about the idea.
Of course Ethan was turned on by the thought of it. If for no other reason than because of what it might lead to, but he was wary. He didn't want Kyra to go out on a limb only to see it snap off from under her. But she did sound sure, and the way she was stroking his cock, she was making it hard to think clearly. Was there any reason, besides fear, why they shouldn't explore their fantasies? They were two consenting adults. He groaned and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"If you're sure this is something you want, we'll do it."
"Great! I'm so excited!"
Kyra pulled him against her, determined to show him just how excited she was. As they began to make love again, Ethan couldn't help but wonder where this new road would lead.
CHAPTER FIVE
“So you really want to do this?” Ethan asked. He took Kyra’s hand and squeezed it.
“Yes, of course. Just give me a second to prepare myself.”
Kyra wasn’t quite sure how to prepare herself for going into a massage parlor with her husband. The wine she’d been sipping on the drive over certainly helped. Sitting in a car, drinking cheap wine from a bottle wrapped in a paper bag made her feel like a college freshman all over again. Over the past couple of weeks, she’d gone back and forth a million times about following through on her massage parlor idea. Just because she’d mentioned it in a moment of drunken passion did not mean she didn’t really want to do it. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her stomach was full of butterflies. The mix of fear and excitement was intoxicating. She was glad she hadn’t given into her doubts and called off this field trip.
They were sitting in the parking lot of a small building off the side of a highway that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There was one door at the corner of the building with a dim bulb above it. The only thing indicating what might go on there was the sign by the side of the road, marked with a big smiley face and the word “Spa.” There were two other cars in the lot, and Kyra hoped they did not see anyone before they went inside.
“Okay, let’s go,” she said. When she got out of the car, she smoothed her skirt and was conscious of her heels clicking on the asphalt in the quiet parking lot. She’d put a lot of thought into what she was going to wear for the evening. What does one wear to a massage parlor? she’d wondered. She wanted to look sexy, but not like she was there for anything more than watching. She wanted Ethan to look at her and think about making love to her while he was getting taken care of by the girl. She’d decided on a white, short-sleeved mock turtleneck that molded to her curves and a short, black skirt with stockings and three inch pumps. It was the first time she’d worn stockings instead of pantyhose in years. She was pleased that Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her legs in the car when she let the skirt ride up enough for him to see her garter straps.
It wasn’t just her outfit that was meticulously planned for tonight. She also made sure they had a foolproof babysitter. She called Melanie instead of relying on a teenager who might flake on them at the last minute. Melanie was full of questions since Kyra rarely called on her to babysit. Kyra said she was planning a special evening with Ethan, but wouldn’t tell her friend anything more. Somehow, she didn’t think her oldest friend would understand her going to a massage parlor. Maybe she would tell Melanie someday, when enough time had passed that it would just be another crazy story.
Ethan held open the front door and they both stepped into a small vestibule. The inner door had a small window with one-way glass in it. He rang a doorbell and she shifted nervously from foot to foot while clutching his hand in a death grip. After a few moments that stretched into an eternity, an older, plump Asian woman answered the door with a wide smile and ushered them into a small waiting area where worn brown couches lined the walls. Kyra could not imagine sitting there with other people, waiting for their turn to be taken care of in the back.
“Hello, you like couple’s massage,” the woman said through a heavy accent.
“No, uh, just me. She’s just here to, uhm, watch,” Ethan said.
“You sure, sweetie?” she asked Kyra. “Make you feel real good.”
“No. No, thank you,” Kyra replied, her porcelain skin going bright red.
“Okay, sweetie. You let me know. You two come with me.”
The Asian woman took Kyra’s hand and led her through a heavy curtain that led into the back. Kyra’s grip on Ethan’s hand tightened. They turned the corner in a dimly-lit, long, narrow L-shaped hallway with half a dozen doors off to the right and the left. Sounds came from behind some of the doors, but it was too muffled to make out details. One door, right on the turn in the hallway, had a heavy shower curtain hanging across it and the sounds of splashing water came from within. The heavy, cloyingly sweet smell of disinfectant hung in the air. If she weren’t being pulled forward by the hostess, Kyra might have run out of there. There was just a seedy atmosphere to the place that did not quite jibe with her romanticized fantasy. The hostess opened a door on the left and showed them into a small room. “Someone be right with you,” the woman said.
The room was claustrophobic. A massage table with a flat pillow and white sheet was pressed to the left wall. A wicker chair sat in the back right corner, while a small set of wicker shelves occupied the back wall. The shelves were filled with white towels, a cheap clock radio and several bottles of lotions and oils. An easy listening station was barely audible coming from the radio. It was even dimmer in the room, and Kyra could hardly make out the tacky bamboo pattern on the wallpaper. The scents of Lysol and baby oil battled for supremacy in the tight space.
“Okay,” Kyra said, drawing the word out. “So now what?”
“Usually I just sit on the table and wait for the girl. This is it. We’re really going to do this?”
Swallowing hard, she took both his hands and gave him a long, deep kiss. “I want you to have fun, honey. Pretend I’m not even here.”
“I don’t know if that’s possible.”
Before they could discuss things further, the door opened, almost hitting Kyra. A stunning, petite Asian girl joined them. Kyra felt an immediate twinge of jealousy at the girl’s perfection. The girl was shorter than her, barely five feet tall, even while wearing her towering stripper heels. Her jet black hair fell straight down her back to her waist. The yellow string bikini top and sarong she wore did nothing to hide her tight little body. Her breasts were rather small, but looked perfect and perky. Her ass was also round and tight. Even when she was younger Kyra didn’t think she ever had a body like that.
“I’m Sunny,” she said, closing the door. Her accent was even thicker than the hostess’s and Kyra wasn’t sure she made her name out correctly. “You are handsome couple.” She rubbed both their backs. “I take care of both of you, yes?”
“No, just my husband,” Kyra replied, forcing herself to look into Sunny’s eyes. The girl’s smile was luminous.
“You stay and watch?”
“Yes.”
“Good, good. I make him feel really good.”
/> Ethan pulled three twenties from his pocket and handed them to Sunny, who hugged him and kissed his cheek.
“You get ready and I be right back.” As Sunny slipped out the door again, Ethan started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Here we go,” Ethan said.
“Let me help you with that.”
Kyra kissed him, flicking her tongue at his, while she unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off of him. She kissed her way down his chest as she squatted down in front of him while she pulled his jeans to his ankles. His black boxer briefs followed, and when his already-stiff shaft popped out, she grabbed it and kissed the head. The wine she’d had in the car was warming her and bringing out her daring side. She licked his head and gave it a quick suck.
“You’d better be careful with that,” he moaned. “I’m going to be done before Sunny even gets a hand on me.”
“That would be a shame. Just make sure there is something for me later.” Kyra decided bravado was the best way to hide her nerves.
“I think I can manage that.” Ethan wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the edge of the table while she retreated to the chair in the corner. Sunny returned and took his hand.
“I bring him back. You get wet if you come to shower room,” Sunny told Kyra.
While they were out of the room, Kyra got up and tried to pace, but the room was too small. She checked out the shelves and found condoms in a basket on the bottom, along with a bottle of Astroglide. That makes sense, she thought. Can’t expect these girls to get excited over everyone who comes in here. She wondered what percentage of men came there for full service. Seeing the condoms, she also wondered if her husband was completely honest with her about only going for hand jobs. She decided she had to believe he was being honest with her. For a moment, she thought about how it would be to see Ethan actually fuck the girl. Kyra quickly decided wasn’t ready for that. She sat back down and wondered what she was missing. Ethan had said the girls were very thorough when they did what they called a table shower, and she thought it would be fun to see the pretty girl scrubbing her husband down. She thought it might feel good to get a scrub down herself.
Sunny brought Ethan back, looking all rosy and freshly scrubbed. Wet spots dappled her top and sarong. She asked if Kyra needed anything, but Kyra just shook her head. Now that they were right at the moment, she couldn’t wait for it to happen. Kyra watched Ethan lay face down on the table with the towel draped over his butt. Sunny pulled her hair back into a long ponytail and lightly rubbed his back.
“You want oil or lotion?” Sunny asked.
“No, I’m good.”
“Okay, honey, you relax and let me make you feel good.”
Kyra was thankful that Sunny was careful to position herself so Kyra had a good view. It started with just a normal massage and Kyra had to admit the pretty Asian had very good technique. It made Kyra ache for her own massage. She supposed they taught the girls what to do when they brought them in to work there.
Gradually, she realized the room was becoming very warm. She told herself it was because there were three of them in such a tight space, but she knew the real answer. She hadn’t anticipated that it would be so exciting just watching a girl rubbing her husband down. Sunny did not do anything sexual, except for a slip or two under the towel, but just watching Sunny with her hands all over Ethan had Kyra growing damp down below. His head was turned to the side so she could see it, but he kept his eyes closed most of the time. When he did look at her, he smiled and she smiled back. She was finding it surprisingly hard to just sit there and watch. She wanted to get up and help Sunny take care of him.
“Please turn over,” Sunny said and stepped back.
The towel slipped when Ethan turned and Kyra saw his was fully aroused. Sunny was looking at him as well and smiled. He laid the towel over his crotch, but it did not hide his state. Sunny patted his shaft through the towel and she gave an exaggerated moan.
“Mmm, you workout?” Sunny asked as she rubbed his chest. “You feel good and strong.” It sounded like silly porn movie dialogue, and Kyra wondered if a lot of guys fell for it. Sunny was a good actress, but Kyra could see right through it.
Ethan chuckled, letting Kyra know he knew it was an act. “No, not unless you count walking to the fridge as exercise.”
“I bet your wife likes you a whole bunch,” Sunny cooed. “She has sexy man. I’m glad she doesn’t mind sharing.” She reached his waist and asked, “You like some more, honey? You want me make you feel very good?”
“Uh, yeah, that would be great,” Ethan answered.
“Okay, I be right back.” She turned to Kyra. “You two behave.”
No sooner was Sunny out of the room than Kyra was out of her chair. She grabbed Ethan and kissed him hard. God, she wanted him. So far it was even better than she’d imagined. While they kissed, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and lightly tugged it. She was jealous that she couldn’t have him right then, but she still wanted to see Sunny take care of him. He squeezed her breasts through the tight top and pinched her nipples lightly when he felt them through it. Kyra moaned into their kiss, then went weak in the knees when he pushed a hand up under her skirt.
“God, Ethan,” she moaned when he rubbed her through soaked panties.
“Seems like you’re enjoying yourself so far. I would have never guessed, honey.”
He kept rubbing her and it was hard for her to speak. But she managed to sputter, “It’s so hot, sweetie. I feel like we’re this crazy, adventurous couple.”
“Maybe we are,” Ethan grinned.
Kyra heard Sunny turn the doorknob, so she took the money she’d pulled from her purse and slipped it inside the towel on top of the stack. Sunny rejoined them and held Kyra’s waist as their bodies brushed together in passing. Even that little contact was electrifying, and Kyra was shaking when she sat back down.
Sunny looked disappointed when she saw how much money had been left for her. She probably thought it was going to be a full service appointment with Kyra there. Kyra did plan to tip more at the end, but she didn’t want to give the wrong idea by leaving too much money out at the beginning.
“Mmm, big handsome man,” Sunny moaned, turning her full attention to Ethan. She ran her hands up his legs, all the way up. Both hands disappeared under the towel and Kyra watched with rapt attention. Sunny continued to moan as she kept rubbing him under the towel. Kyra was frustrated she could not see what was really going on and was pleased when the girl finally lifted the towel away. Sunny put it to the side, then reached back and untied her bikini top, which she placed with the towel. She rubbed his chest with one hand and caressed his thigh with the other, smoothly working her way back to his crotch. He started touching her hip and then her waist. As his hand slid higher, he looked at Kyra. She understood he was asking permission and she nodded. She wanted him to do whatever he normally did when he came here. It wasn’t easy to admit, but she wanted to see her husband touch the girl.
Ethan hadn’t been sure he would be able to do this, but it was hot to have Kyra there while he got a massage. He was very self-conscious at first. He just couldn’t believe that Kyra would be able to watch him get jerked off and not feel angry or jealous. She was actually encouraging him to go for it. She actually seemed really turned on by the whole thing. He knew they were going to have some incredible sex tonight. It almost made him want Sunny to get him off and get it out of the way so he could get to the main event, but Kyra was so into watching that he decided she deserved a good show. He really didn’t know how Kyra would react when he started touching Sunny, but Kyra seemed to want him to go for it, so he slid his hand up and cupped her breast. The pretty Asian girl’s breasts really were quite small, but damned if they weren’t perfect teardrops, and just so firm. He squeezed her breast and pinched her small, dark brown nipple.
“That’s so good, sexy,” Sunny cooed. She went from just caressing his cock to moving her small fist up and down his shaft. He was not one of those guys who
bought into the idea that the massage girl was really into it. Sometimes he preferred it if they just quieted down.
Sunny’s technique was good, but honestly his wife was much better with her hands. For a moment, he considered inviting Kyra over to show the girl how it was done. Still, it still felt good, especially when Sunny lubed up her hand and really went to town. He kept fondling her breasts and looking over at Kyra, whose eyes kept moving back and forth, from him touching Sunny to the Asian girl's hand sliding up and down his cock.
Kyra’s hand was in her lap, and slowly, it started inching her skirt up as she spread her legs. Ethan couldn’t believe it. She was so turned on that she was touching herself—right there in the room! It was so sexy to see the garter belt straps framing her black lace panties as she rubbed herself through the fabric. Now he wanted Sunny to slow down, because he wanted to keep watching Kyra touch herself. But Kyra’s masturbation made it hard to hold back. Her panties were so sheer he could see through the crotch to her pale flesh beneath and the pink of her lips. She used three fingers to rub up and down her lips. Her chest slowly rose and fell, and he could see her hardened nipples poking through her top like two little beacons. Ethan gasped and lifted his ass off the table. Sunny had him right at the edge, but he was just able to hold back. He was afraid that Kyra would not be happy about that, but Kyra moaned at his reaction, and moved her panties to the side. Her fingers were dipping between her wet lips, and he was sure she was rubbing her clit. She was moaning just as much as he was, and he thought she had to be close. He knew Sunny had to hear his wife’s moans, but the girl kept focused on her task. For a moment, he had this crazy flash of an image, of Sunny going over to Kyra, kneeling before the chair, and going down on his wife. That would have been amazing to see.
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