I Sent Rick to Get a Massage With a Happy Ending.
Yes, I sent my husband to get a massage with a happy ending. No, he hadn’t been asking me, or pressuring me to be ok with it. It was my idea. As we were driving a few weeks ago we passed one of those typical “massage parlors” and we joked about how many men actually do that and wondered aloud if they really do work the guy up till he cums.
I said, “why don’t you get one and tell me all about it?”
“You’re shittin’ me, right?” was his reply.
“No, I think it would be cool. You just have to remember everything so I can write about it afterward. Or you can write about it,” I said.
He laughed nervously and said, “I can’t believe my wife is suggesting I get a massage with a happy ending…”
The conversation ended and wasn’t mentioned again until last weekend we passed another massage parlor (There are tons of sexually-themed businesses in Houston. You really have no idea.)
“Hey, I want you to do this. Consider it a Valentine’s gift from me,” I insisted.
“I wouldn’t even know how to find a good one,” was his answer.
“I do,” I said, and promptly Googled, ‘Where is the best massage with a happy ending in Houston?” And just like that, several “reviews” of “Happy ending massages” popped up. That Google guy knows everything!
Rick burst out laughing, “I can’t believe you just Googled that.”
So we read a few reviews and checked out some pictures. Rick picked three ladies with positive reviews, then Googled their phone numbers which gave him each girl’s personal ad with photo. He texted each one and requested an appointment. The only one who texted back was Juliette. After they agreed on day and time, the appointment was made.
That afternoon, I sent him a text, asking if he was excited about his “date”. He texted back that he was nervous more than excited. I reminded him to “remember everything” because I wanted to hear about it all.
He arrived at the location, a nondescript office building in an industrial neighborhood, a few minutes early. He chilled out in his truck for a few minutes before going inside. He knocked on the door, which had a peephole. Juliette answered the door and invited him in. She was a tall brunette with big tits and a curvy round ass.
“Nice to meet you,” she said, very professionally. “Come in and make yourself comfortable.”
Rick took that to mean take your clothes off, so he undressed, put his clothes on a nearby chair, put the money on a table, then got on the massage table. The room was really dark, lit only by a candle. Juliette came back in the room wearing a tank top and yoga pants.
“Do you have any specific areas you’d like me to focus on?” she asked, just as if she were a real masseuse.
“Lower back always hurts a bit,” he answered.
He could hear her squirt some lotion or oil into her hand, and she began massaging his shoulders and upper back. Rick was actually surprised at how good she massaged him as she worked on some knots he had in his shoulder blades. She continued to move down his back, over his ass and down his legs.
Every once in a while she’d touch his cock or balls. Eventually she started to reach around and give his cock a light stroke before returning to regular massage.
Rick thought he’d been lying on that table for a good 45 minutes, and wondered if maybe this was just going to be a regular massage rather than the happy ending kind he’d always heard about. But just as he was starting to doubt this entire experience, she whispered in his ear, “Time to turn over.”
Ok, he thought. Here we go.
After he turned over, she started putting her tits in his mouth to suckle. Her nipples were pierced. He sucked and played with them and started to get hard. He grabbed her ass for a bit as she stroked his cock, which by now was good and hard.
“Do you want me to use these?” she asked as she squeezed her tits together.
“Sure,” he said.
She motioned for him to scoot down to the end of the table, so that his ass was right on the edge. She spread his legs apart and squirted some lotion on her tits before wrapping them around his cock to titty-fuck him.
She moved up and down, her mouth coming so close to the tip of his cock that he asked, without thinking, “Do you do oral?”
“No,” she responded.
She alternated titty fucking him with jacking him off with her hands. After a few minutes, he lost control and came, shooting his jizz all over her massive tits.
As he lay on the table, catching his breath, Juliette got up and retrieved a warm towel out of a pot and placed over his cock and got another one to clean herself off.
As he began to clean himself up, he said to her, “This was a Valentine’s Day gift from my wife.”
“That’s so cool!” she replied. “We get that a lot here.”
Rick told her about our swinging activities, and that I wrote a blog, and that I was going to write about this experience.
“I’m going to be famous!” she said. “How cool is that?”
“In fact,” she added, “why don’t you bring her with you next time and the three of us can have some fun together?”
“That sounds great,” Rick answered. “I’ll suggest it.”
Which he did…
Ladies, would you let your man get a massage with a happy ending? Guys, have you had a happy ending massage? If so, how was it?
