My wife and I had been married for five years, and I had put on a few pounds. I realize now I may have gotten too comfortable with her. After a couple years of having unprotected sex, I became more and more sensitive and would orgasm more quickly. My wife was a zumba instructor and very fit, while I worked as a tax preparer.

We decided when we were on vacation in Brazil to get a couples massage. She had taken to teasing me about how quickly I would orgasm during sex, and it turned me on at times.

"Can I get a happy ending?" I asked her.

"Babe, I think you're getting all you can handle with just me, my little porker," she said with a laugh. She poked my belly with her finger.

She called me 'porker' and 'chubbs' sometimes, making fun of my beer belly when compared to her flat abs.

"Okay well don't be surprised if it happens, babe," I joked back.

I brought it up a few more times, but she wasn't having any of it.

When we got to the massage room, we both undressed and put on towels. I was turned on looking at her flat abs, nice butt and defined legs. She was so sexy. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel room afterwards and fuck. I was starting to get hard right there.

I still had the receipt for the massage in my hand. There was an empty trash can by the door and I dropped it in the can. It looked lonely all by itself.

We laid down and a few moments later, I heard the door open. I looked up hoping to see a hot girl come in to massage me. Instead it was a muscular, long haired man by himself. I was puzzled.

He looked at me and said, "Your masseuse is running a few minutes late. Just relax and I will begin on her," he said while looking now at my wife.

I laid face down and the last thing I saw was him getting out some oil.

A minute later I heard my wife moan and I looked up from my table. He had his hands on her butt and his fingers were gripping it tight. He was putting his full weight on her. The moan had sounded vaguely...sexual.

I said, "Babe, are you okay?"

"Yes, baby, I'm good. I'm very sore from working out, babe. I need this. Just relax, okay? Your masseuse will be here soon."

My masseuse came in, a thin woman, older than me. She was probably in her early forties. Attractive, but not compared to my wife. Not what I was hoping for.

Within a few minutes of the massage, she unwrapped the towel from me and sat on my back. I was face down now. Her full weight was on my mid back and she began massaging my shoulders and head. I couldn't have gotten up if I wanted to.

It was then that I heard my wife start moaning again.

"Mmmm, that's good, mister. That's really good," I heard her moan.

I was a bit uncomfortable and tried to turn my head out of the headrest, but the masseuse was pressing down on my back.

"No sir! You must relax. Let me help you relax!" my masseuse said.

"Babe, are you okay?" I said, muffled through the head rest. All I could see was a narrow strip of floor.

"Yes, baby, I'm good. He's really helping my muscles. I feel good," she said. I could almost hear the heat in her voice. She sounded... aroused.

I told myself to relax and let it go a bit. But I continued to hear her moan and talk. "Oh, that's good. That's perfect. Oh, you are getting me good. So good thank you." I continued to get nervous and tried to raise up my head. I got an inch off the cover before the masseuse grabbed my head from behind and pushed it back down. 

"Oh no, mister! You must stay down right now. I'm getting into the deep massage right now".

"Babe, are you okay?"

"Yes, porky. Just let her massage you, okay? I'm just really tight in my thighs. He's very sk-skilled" She continued moaning.

"Mister, to get better relaxed for you, I need to sit higher on you," my masseuse said.

"Um, that's okay," I said. She inched higher on my back and hooked her feet inside my thighs. One hand was pushing down my head and I felt the other briefly lift my penis. Her feet slid down under it. She dropped my increasingly hard penis back down on her feet.

"Is that okay?" she whispered in my ear.

I heard my wife moaning and groaning as he worked her thighs and though 'screw it'. "Yes thats good."

Now she was massaging my shoulders, and with each stroke up on my shoulders, her feet rocked back and forth on my dick. It felt surprisingly good. I couldn't move and she was in total control.

I tried to hide my growing arousal but she soon clenched my dick between her feet. I heard my wife groaning on her table.

"Baby, he needs to do some shiatsu massage on me, okay? It's a little noisy, but slapping my skin will help the muscles recover, help me heal."

I was trying to fight my own growing arousal. I couldn't believe she was so skilled that she had her feet on my dick while still keeping her weight on my upper back.

I continued to hear the sounds of skin slapping next to me as my wife got her shiatsu massage, whatever that meant. She was moaning and being noisy. I could even hear the masseuse grunt with effort.

Finally, the noises subsided and she grew quiet.

I heard her say in a low, soothing voice, "Okay, baby, I'll see you when you get out. Take your time and relax. You still have a few minutes left," she said.

Then I heard the door open and shut. The room was silent. I was laying on my stomach, and the masseuse was working on the back of my thighs.

It was just my masseuse and me. I felt her get on her knees and turn around. She was now facing my feet, with her weight on my back.

The masseuse giggled again slightly. "Okay, how does that feel?" she said as her hands curled up the inside of my thighs and lifted up my penis slightly before continuing through my cheeks.

"Mmm, gooood," I moaned in a low voice. "Its good," I then said more loudly. On the next pass as she went up my thighs one hand pinched the head of my penis while the other slowly squeezed my butt. I was horny but my wife could burst into the room at any moment. If she did, I was going to squeeze my legs together to hide the erection.

"Yes, thats good," I said. I didn't know how many minutes had passed since my wife had left. This was bad but I wanted it to continue for a few seconds longer. I was jealous of how much she enjoyed her massage, and I wanted to cum.

"Is this okay?" she said in a high voice. She sounded so sexy. She was now massaging my dick with both hands, and I arched my hips so she had more access.

"Yes, baby, I need this," I said, raising my hips slightly. God, I was so exposed and in so much trouble if I heard that door open. But it turned me on. It was incredible how fast I was approaching orgasm. It had been a few minutes, but this masseuse seemed to know exactly how to work me. She was so responsive. I hoped and prayed I didn't hear the door open.

"Are you sure this is okay?" she said again.

"Yes, please. I like it," I chocked out.

My masseuse just giggled and didn't respond to me.

She continued to work me at the perfect speed, and I realized I was moments away from a very powerful orgasm. Several seconds later, I curled my back and flexed my legs as I orgasmed, cumming incredibly hard onto the massage table. If the door opened right now and my wife walked in, I was totally screwed. My stomach was full of butterflys as this masseuse made me orgasm. It made it so much more intense.

"Yes, yes. Very relaxed now. I will leave and you may dress. Thank you. Goodbye!" she said. She giggled and walked out. I didn't even know this woman, and she had just made me cum in a massage parlor while my wife waited outside. In fact, I didn't even know what she looked like.

I held my breath for a few moments. the room was silent. I was going to get dressed, throw the towels into the laundry bin, and act like nothing happened. I pushed my self up and swung one leg off.

I jumped when I heard my wife's voice say, "Well, that didn't take her very long, did it?" she said. She sounded confident and authoritative. But not mad.

I was so startled I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. I turned around to look up at her. I was naked, on the floor with my cum on my inner thighs. "I didn't... She just..." I mumbled, looking up at her. I was fucked. She would divorce me.

"No, baby, its okay," she said, looking down at me with a smile.

"You were here the whole time?" I said. I was so confused.

"Yes, I was here the whole time. The masseuse was asking me if it was okay. If I was good with her making you cum. Baby, she wasn't asking you."

My head was spinning. My wife had watched the massuese get me off? Had encouraged it? I couldn't believe it. Why had she let it happen?

"Well, now I don't feel bad about my masseuse making me cum during todays massage". She giggled. "It was amazing." She rolled her eyes and smiled.

I was stunned. I couldn't process what was happening. The room was spinning. My wife had cum from her massage while I lay on the table next to her? I knew I heard her moaning but didn't think she would actually orgasm.

"H...He made you cum? He gave you an orgasm?" I said. I was incredulous. Then she had gotten back at me by instructing the massuese to get me off.

"You've talked about a happy ending. Don't me mad. You got what you wanted, porky. Now hurry up and get dressed. You look silly."

"But you had an orgasm also?" I said.

"No, baby. Not one. Two," she said with a smile. "And he came inside me"

"What!" I yelled. My heart started racing.

"I'm just kidding, baby. I would never let him do that. C'mon, lets go have dinner. Relax."

I was relieved and stressed. Why would she even joke about that?

"We're even, baby. It was just a massage. And you enjoyed it. I watched you cum baby, it turned me on," she said.

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry I joked about the happy ending." I gathered myself and walked towards the door. She was already gone.

As we walked out I looked down in the trash can. I was stunned.

My receipt was still at the bottom. But on top of it?

There was an empty condom wrapper.