For our anniversary, he scheduled us for a couples massage at the spa I like to go to. We enjoyed some tea in the waiting room until they called us in. They gave us the usual overview and stepped out to let us disrobe.
I have laid my clothes aside and situated myself under the covers. As my husband was finishing getting settled, I was startled by his hand reaching under the cover up my leg. I jumped a bit in surprise. When I felt him rub my crotch, I giggled a bit, realizing he was giving me a quick tease. He liked to do this often at home and must have been feeling adventurous. Then he slid a finger inside me. Feeling very adventurous. I gave a quick moan. He quickly pulled it out and went to his table without saying a word. I was a little excited by the brief tease, but quickly went back to relaxing.
The masseuses both came in, female for him and male for me. As usual, they started on the back, neck, and shoulder areas. After about 15 minutes I was in my own world of bliss floating on the clouds. Then I felt a slight buzzing inside my pussy. In my state it took my a couple of minutes to process it, but I finally realized what it was.
We have a remote controlled bullet vibrator that we like to use out for dinner dates. I usually put it inside my panties and try to not squirm as he pleasures my across the table. It is not usually powerful enough to get me to an orgasm, but the vibes on my clit feel nice and get me all horny for later. When he fingered me, he must have put the vibrator up inside me! It is so small, I did not feel it when off and lying down. But I certainly felt it now.
This experience was very awkward for many reasons. One, I had never actually used a vibrator internally so this was a whole new sensation. Two, when we do this at dinner I can always excuse myself to the ladies room, but here I was stuck naked in front of strangers. Three, I had another man’s hands all over me while getting horny.
The vibrations themselves were not all that strong, and I did not get a lot of stimulation from it being inside. However, I could feel my body react. My pussy was swelling, my clit was starting to ache, and I could feel the wetness coming. Never having tried this, I was not sure how wet it could make me and was a bit nervous about leaving an embarrassing wet spot on the table. But not much I could do about that now.
Even with my crotch getting sexually excited, I continued to sit back and enjoy the relaxing back rub. It was a bit like getting excited while fantasizing in a daydream while in public and then trying to ignore it. After a few more minutes, the masseuse placed the covers on my back in preparation to continue to the next area.
He went to the other end of the table and uncovered my left leg. Then he pulled it to the side a bit to spread my legs apart and tucked the covers under the inside of my leg. I first worried with my legs spread there might be some noise from the vibrator, but it was completely quiet.
I had been fine with staying relaxed during the back massage, but him rubbing his hands up and down my legs was a whole different story. Each time he stroked across my thighs, particularly towards the inside, I could feel the tension in my body build a tiny bit. There is nothing quite like a strange man stroking his hands inches from your pussy when you are turned on.
He must have felt some tension because he quietly made a comment about me needing to relax my foot. My husband must have overheard because the vibrator turned off. That helped bring the edge down, but I was still horny and getting more so. The masseuse finished that side and moved over to my other leg.
By now, my clit was begging for attention but there was nothing I could do. Each stroke of his touch caused my pussy muscles to clench in anticipation. I wanted to grab his hand and move it to the spot needing attention. But all I could do was suffer. He finished that side as well and asked me to roll over.
I could now feel the immensely wet spot on the tabled under my lower back. Oh well, I am surely not the first. My nipples were rock hard and probably poking through the sheets. The vibrator then came back on. I could just imagine the grin on my husband’s face. All I could do was lay back with my pulsing pussy while the masseuse finished the upper shoulders and arms.
When the masseuses finished, they both left the room and told us to come out when finished. I just stayed on the table. My husband got up, walked over, and asked if I enjoyed it. I kept my eyes closed and moaned. He put his hands under the sheets again, presumable to take the vibrator back out. He must have noticed how wet I was because he stopped to rub my erect clit. With all the buildup, it only took a few seconds of direct touch for my body to explode in orgasm. It was quite a feat for me to keep quiet enough for them to not hear outside.