I’ve never had the best experiences with couples. Often times I get approached by the husband or boyfriend who speak to me as if I owe them a living.
They’re stingy to pay for a session, thinking that touching their partners’ bodies is sufficient reward. They’re also most prone to ghosting or not turning up for the session.
For those whom I’ve worked with, however, they’re always interesting and they teach me a thing or two about myself. The first couple I met was definitely a memorable one.
I got a text from a couple one day, from the wife no less. They wanted me to come by in the evening after their kid went to bed, and so I did. They lived deep in the Singapore heartlands and I was nervous throughout my 40 min drive at night.
Upon arriving at their gate, I was greeted by a softly spoken husband who ushered me in. The wife was seated at the living room couch in a sexy red negligee and our eyes met.
She was gorgeous, in her late 30s/early 40s, and clearly took some effort in dressing up for the occasion. Her flirty eyes danced in the moonlight as we spoke candidly in the living room over a drink while her husband just sat next to her, quiet and on the periphery of the conversation.
I noticed the wife’s nipples perking up as I finished my drink and that was my queue to ask if we could proceed. Again, the husband led me to the dimly lit room as his wife laid on the bed. He proceeded to sit in the dark corner of the bedroom while I moved towards his wife. I prepped the bed and removed my clothes and the wife needed no second invite to remove hers.
Her luscious 36D tits looked amazing against the dim night light and I got excited seeing the bumps along her brown nipples as it got harder in the cool air of the room. My growing dick definitely show her how I felt.
As I laid her down for my customary Swedish massage, I spoke to her about her day, before things moved quickly to her favourite kinks.
“I squirt when I’m terribly horny,” she said. And it looked positive as I could see a glint of her juices down her slit.
“Let’s see how much you can squirt for me later,” I said with a wink.
The wife could hardly hold in her excitement as her body trembled lightly as I massaged her inner thighs. All this while, the husband sat at the back of the room – watching in the dark. It was odd and perhaps it played on my mind a little but I paid it no bother for the time being.
It was time for the sensual part of the massage as she faced up. Her nipples were rock hard and calling out for some lovin’.
“May I?” I asked.
“Enjoy yourself dear”. My mouth latched onto her nipples and didn’t want to let go. My tongue explored every inch of her nipples as she moaned in ecstacy. It was a lovely appetiser but she wanted more. She grabbed my hands and moved them slowly to her pussy.
Reluctantly, I took my last lick of her hard nipples and started the yoni massage proper. I noticed that by this time, her pussy was still wet but not as wet as when I first noticed her juices on her slit. Her eyes darted to the dark corner of the room where her husband sat silently while I teased and pinched her labia and clit. She was clearly enjoying herself from all that gyration but somehow, I noticed her attention being slightly off towards her husband.
Sometimes, I noticed that she put on a bit of a show with her moans, possibly for her partner. When it came to stimulating her g-spot, she did really enjoy herself but unlike her proclamations of being a squirter, ironically that never came to pass (pun unintended). Of course, every body is different and not everyone squirts but somehow, I felt she had a mental block.
It was her glances to her husband which got me thinking that she was distracted and felt compelled to perform for him. I didn’t have a problem with that but in hindsight, his quiet (and slightly eerie) observation might have also thrown me off a little.
She looked past me and motioned for her husband to come join us. The wife cleared wanted her husband to feel included and after much coercion, he slowly lumbered onto the bed. Soon, it became a threesome. I can’t deny, I thought that was hot but I didn’t also feel comfy with this man who has been in the shadows the entire night.
The wife took both our cocks in the mouth while our hands travelled all across her curvy body. I let out a moan as she expertly sucked me while also stroking me with one hand. Strangely, her hubby was silent throughout.
“Can he fuck me please?” she asked her hubby. All he had to do was nod silently as I moved in between her legs and and plunge my rod deep into her wet snatch. It didn’t feel like heaven. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel good but the oddly silent husband was probably messing with my head.
I didn’t stay hard for long before her husband and I switched. She couldn’t get me hard for the rest of the night and we called it off before any of us men could finish. We cleaned up, I got paid and we eventually said our good nights.
The session did end in an anti-climatic fashion but it thought me this:
I do strongly believe that having a third party in the room changes the dynamics of the entire massage – often times for the bad. After this session, I’ve massaged more women in front of their husbands and while I got more comfortable with an extra pair of eyes, it’s never the same for the ladies. There’s always an element of having to perform in front of their partners which always holds them back, just a little.
I’ve come to find ways to get everyone more comfortable. I’ve actively made attempts to also connect with the male partner, talking him through the process, giving him insights on how I think his wife likes to be touched etc.
But it’s just never the same.