Midnight Manicure Mayhem

It was my 57th birthday, and my husband, Mark, wanted it to be a very special day for me. He’d asked me ahead of time not to schedule any clients that day, since he’d booked a manicure and pedicure for me in the morning, and we were going out for an early dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. What he didn’t inform me about was what was going to happen in between.

After getting my nails taken care of, I arrived home and pulled into the driveway to see a car that I didn’t recognize. Feeling absolutely wonderful, but also curious, I sauntered into the back door with a smile.

Inside, I found Mark standing there with a woman that I didn’t recognize. She was dressed in a white T-shirt, grey workout shorts, and tennis shoes, and she appeared to be somewhere around her early 30s.

He must have seen a questioning look on my face as he walked up to me and smiled, saying, “Happy birthday, dear. This is surprise number two.”

Still not sure what was going on, thoughts ran through my head as to what the surprise might be. First, let me back up and give a little context.

Some years earlier, we’d gone through what I refer to as our sexual revolution. After much discussion, we began an adventure of becoming sexual co-explorers. We created an open line of communication for anything and everything sexual between us, and we began the practice of trying new things.

Over the years, I’d been fighting the fact that I was attracted to women. There were a number of occasions where I could have explored in that area, but didn’t. It was a turbulent area for me because, being believers, it wasn’t something I felt comfortable thinking or feeling. It was during our sexual revolution that I confessed these feelings to Mark—feelings which I’d been keeping to myself for years.

Being able to admit my feelings to him was freeing. After that, the things that we explored together began to include a few role play and fantasy scenarios. On a number of occasions, we’d discussed or role played the possibility of another person being in the room with us. Both of us were in agreement that it would never happen for real, but that the fantasy was innocent enough, and as long as the two of us remained open and honest about it. The scenarios we role played were various.

Another result of our revolution was the ability to overcome negative self-image and jealousy. We were open and honest about people we may have found attractive, and quite often would discuss what specific attributes we found attractive, and at times worked ourselves into an aroused state doing this. Both of us understood my long battle with my attraction to women, and we embraced it together.

Now, again, these were just thoughts that we played with. Both of us knew we would never bring it to fruition. We believed in monogamy and we loved one another. This breakthrough in our lives had increased our love and desire for one another by leaps and bounds.

Sex had taken on a new dimension for us. It was actually fun and something that was an adventure for us now.

With that background in mind, here I stood with a quizzical and somewhat worried expression. My heart was racing at what this might mean. He read my mind. Holding my shoulders, he reassured me that she was only a masseuse, and that he’d hired her to come and give me a massage in the comfort of our own home.

I felt a cloud of worry pass from my mind, replaced by a sense of relief.

Mark introduced her as I stepped forward to shake her hand and discovering that her name was Colleen. She was very sweet, smiling and looking at me with her hazel eyes. Her friendly expression was framed by straight hair which ended slightly below her shoulders, its color somehow reddish, brown, and blonde all at the same time.

Mark told us the office was set up and ready. Now that our kids were all grown and out of the house, we had extra space, and had converted one of the bedrooms to an office space. There wasn’t much in there but a computer desk, a table and a bookcase.

I headed into the open doorway, and there in the middle of the room was a massage table with towels laid across it and another one rolled up. Colleen had brought scented candles, which were already lit, adding ambiance and the scent of lavender to the air.

I smiled, feeling a tinge of excitement about receiving a nice massage. “I don’t know if you’d rather disrobe here, or if you had another spot, since it’s your home,” Colleen said to me.

I chose to go into my bedroom, which was right next to this office room. I took the rolled up towel and left to go get undressed. Wrapping the towel around my body, I walked back into the room with a big smile on my face. She stood there on the back side of the table looking at me with a smile.

As I stepped forward, I glanced to my left and noticed the whole room being reflected in the mirrored closet doors, which Mark had installed previously in all of our bedrooms.

Colleen pointed towards the table with a smile asking me to start by laying down on my stomach. Unwrapping the towel from my body, I held it behind me, adjusting as needed, so that it covered my behind as I climbed up on the table. I lay there, my face turned towards the mirror doors, taking in the whole scene. This wasn’t my first massage, but it was the first in my own home. It was nice and comfortable and made me feel special.

She started on my shoulders and gradually worked her way to every other part of my body. Between her hands on my bare skin and the reflection of her attractive shape in the mirror, I had a difficult time controlling myself. Part of me wished that maybe this was supposed to be a very special massage with a happy ending. But no – Mark and I were committed to each other, to monogamy, and he wouldn’t undermine that. And neither would I, though parts of me wanted to give in.

But I was able to restrain myself, and she said that she was done. It was a 45-minute massage, and it seemed like it had gone entirely too fast. She asked if she had done a good job and taken care of my needs. Resisting the urge to say that there was one more thing, I smiled and said yes.

As I climbed off the table, my towel fell to the floor, and I stood completely naked in front of her – a sight which I had assumed she had seen many times before. Colleen picked up the towel and handed it to me, and I wrapped it around my body.

We headed out of the room to the kitchen, looking over and seeing Mark sitting on the couch. Seeing we were finished, he stood up, paid her, gave her a tip. She shook our hands and politely said what a pleasure it was to be allowed into our home. She reached into her purse to give me a business card, and then went back to take her table and candles.

After she had left the house, the sexual tension lifted. Mark and I looked at each other and both of us started laughing. “I knew what you were thinking,” he told me. “And that’s something I thought you might mistake this for, before I ever called her.”

There was so much relief, I reached my arms up to his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck, my towel falling off of my body into the floor. We kissed and I thanked him profusely for such a wonderful birthday.

I wanted to have sex, but it was too close to the reservations we had made at the restaurant. I quickly showered, got myself ready and dressed, and we left.

That night over dinner, we talked about the day, and eventually about what a lovely young lady Colleen was. I didn’t want to say it in the restaurant, but after we got into the car, I related to Mark all of the feelings that had gone through my body and mind during the massage. As I spoke, I ran my hand up and down his thigh. Occasionally I’d reach over further and find that he’d achieved a full erection.

As we got into the kitchen door from the garage, we were at each other with full-on passion. Our clothes were removed piece by piece as we took every chance to stop and grope one another as we headed towards the bedroom.

But instead of the bedroom, we wound up in the office. I leaned forward with my hands up against the mirrored doors as Mark entered me from behind, giving me orgasm after orgasm. The next morning, Mark commented to me, “I think I’m going to hire Colleen more often.” My reply was, “I think it’s safer not to.”

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