I signed her up for a full body massage.
She was tense from work and tense from never getting a break. I signed her up for a professional massage. One that could release all of her tension.
But I didn’t realize it would go this far. I didn’t realize his hands would be all over her. I didn’t realize there was no lines he wouldn’t cross. I didn’t realize he would bring her pleasure like this.
I can’t believe I’m watching this happen.
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It was unmistakable. What was happening right in front of me was unmistakable and undeniable.
Jack had his hand inside of her panties, and his fingers were rhythmically moving, thrusting in and out of her. He was fingering her. Right here in front of me. Right here with me only a few feet away.
And Alice was loving it, her head thrown back with her mouth wide open, a soundless cry uttering forth from her as her fingers wrapped around the forearm of his invading hand and pulled him into her. Her free hand played with her breast, pulling back the fabric of her bikini and pinching her exposed nipple between her fingers.
I was frozen still, watching this man pleasuring my wife. Watching my wife enjoy every minute of it.
He was a professional. He was a masseuse. This wasn’t supposed to happen.