I have been married for ten years, and my lover has been married for eighteen years. Edna and I have been able to keep our relationship going strong since 1985, and we take every opportunity to be together, although we are separated by 175 miles. We are both in our late thirties and keep in really great shape with regular exercise.

Edna wanted to do something special for my birthday and asked me if I would enjoy a massage by a professional masseur. I told her that would be great. We discovered one in a mutually convenient city and set up an appointment. She asked the masseur, a gentleman in his mid-forties, if she could watch the massage, “to learn how to give better ones.” He agreed.

A week later Edna and I arrived at the masseur’s studio. We chatted for a while, and then I undressed. Wrapped in a towel, I got on the table. Edna decided to change while the masseur began working on me. Part-way into the massage, Edna walked into the dimly lit massage room wearing a transparent T-shirt and “diaper-style” wrap shorts. Nothing else. Now, we have had great fun dressing Edna up in public areas, but in the privacy of a masseur’s room and with me naked, it had an extraordinary effect — on all of us!

The masseur lost focus on his work and began to watch Edna more closely. Edna asked him if she could join in, and I went from a level of relaxation to one of great excitement. With both Edna and the masseur massaging my legs, I developed a giant erection. The masseur asked me if I would like to have a “complete” massage and began stroking my cock with a terrific scented oil. At this point Edna was as aroused as I was.

All I could hear as I came was Edna’s heavy breathing as she took off her top and shorts. I got off the table and helped Edna lie down — she wanted a “massage” too! She lay on her stomach, and the masseur began his deft work on her back and legs. After a while she began to arch her back as she rubbed her clit on the table. She was ready to turn over before he was finished with her back-side.

As I sat back and watched, the masseur spent at least fifteen minutes rubbing and kneading Edna’s breasts, and she was enjoying that special service to the utmost. He began working her legs, and for every inch he moved upward, she spread her thighs a bit more. Soon her legs were dangling off the table and she was arching her pussy upward. I had to marvel at the masseur’s technique; his soft touch made her moan in a way I had never heard before.

Edna started climaxing as he began palming her pussy, moving his hand in firm circles and making her gasp under him. Then, with two fingers, he started pushing inside her and rubbing against her clit in such an expert way that she was almost delirious with pleasure. By this time I had another great hard-on. I stood next to the table so I could massage Edna’s tits. She was in seventh heaven and I was not far behind. Suddenly Edna tilted her head and took my cock in her mouth. She gave me the most exquisite head I have ever had in all my born days, right in front of the masseur!

Obviously it was the best birthday gift I have ever had. If you want to do something special for that special someone, I heartily recommend a massage — especially if you can find a masseur as skilled as the one we found — not an easy task!