Victim 3: Masseur

The episode with the masseur started off very randomly. I was just chilling out one Sunday morning, reading the day's papers. And the first entry that I saw on the front page was this ad by a masseur, claiming that he had just finished his training and is looking for participants to practice his massage. Instantly, I thought of my wife. Without hesitation, I rang the number.

"Hello, you do massage? For guy or lady?" I asked.

"Er, I can do for both no problem." He replied.

"But your ad said you just finished your training ah?"

"Ya, that's why I want to practice. Don't worry, if you book me now, I will give a complimentary session." He said, eager to close me.

"Hmm, ok. I don't mind, but I want to meet you up first."

We arranged to meet at my house coffee shop that same day. I waited and soon, a bespectacled man, in his early forties, came around. We introduced ourselves and I began asking him some questions. Turns out he was doing this to find a new means to support himself. He lives alone and had just lost his job. Due to his unstable health condition, he can only do a less stressful job, which led him to learn massage. The man was hunched and skinny, looking decent. He was soft-spoken, and I think my wife would give him a shock. Perfect.

"Wednesday, 12pm, go to this address. Just knock on the door." I said as I passed him my house address.

I didn't tell my wife about it until that same day. I got myself a quickie that morning before I left for work and I must have fucked her a bit too hard for the morning and she could tell that I had something up my sleeve.

At about 11.57pm, I called her up just to check on things and she said she was pretty bored. I randomly talk about more things and then I said, "How about I give you a massage?"

"Eh? Now?" She asked.

Like clockwork, there was a knock on the door. "Eh wait ah, there's someone at the door."

"I know, put on a good show." With that, I just hung up the phone and look through the video camera on my laptop.

I can see that my wife was in her shorts and an oversized t-shirt. She opened the door to welcome the masseur and after a while, she kinda got my plan, and let him in. As she showed him inside the living room, she gave me the sign 'Ok' to one of the cameras, just to make sure I got the green light. Through the microphones, I could hear, "So how do we do this?" she asked.

"Oh, I would first need you to wear something light and with a towel, as I will be using some oil. I would need to set up my stuff on the bed, or on a mattress where you need to lie on." He said, seemingly inexperienced. "Oh, if that's the case, let's use the bedroom inside. It's more comfortable for me. You can go set up first, I will go get change."

"Ok ma'am" With that, he entered our bedroom and began unpacking his bag for oils and towels and whatnot. My wife paused for a while and went to the laundry bag and dig out a piece of cloth that would turn most guys on. A white bikini set. The set was tiny and just covered some of her breasts and nipples. She showed it to me and proceeded to strip and changed. She looked absolutely gorgeous in it, almost like a pornstar. She wrapped a towel and went to the room. "Ok, I'm ready. Do I need to remove the towel?"

The guy looked at my wife, who had her hair tied up and the towel showing off her awesome figure. He adjusted his spectacles a bit, gave a second look at my wife, and then said, "Yes, you need to place the towel on your bed, so that the oil won't stain it."

"Oh ok." With that, she removed her towel and placed it on the bed.

The man was clearly nervous, as he just stood there and kept fiddling with his spectacles. Probably at the sight of my wife's breasts.

"Please lie down"

My wife did so. Her butt was in clear view. The man then proceeded to apply some oil and began lacquering my wife's back and butt. He did the normal pre-massage warm-up and began rubbing her up and down. Whenever he reaches down to her butt, she would slowly open her legs wider and wider. At one point, the man positioned himself and sat just below her butt, and as he massaged her back, his crotch would hit hers.

"Oh... Oh..." She said.

"Eh what happened? Was it painful for you?" He asked in concern.

"Er, no. Just that some parts are painful." My wife said

"Oh, where?" He asked.

"Somewhere below near my legs." She said

"Ok, I will massage it, when is the spot, you tell me"

He started on the legs and began massaging from the toe. He worked his way up and my wife said nothing. Then, once he reached her inner thighs, she said, "There, but further up”. The man paused. He slowly moved up and was dangerously close to her pussy area. "Here?" he asked. "No, further up." She replied. Now, his fingers are just 3 cm away from her pussy. From another view, I can now see that his face was more relaxed as if plotting something.

He started circling motions and applying more pressure. "I think I know what's wrong. You are too tensed down here. Never stretch properly. I will make it go away." As he pressed more vigorously. "Ow... yes... hmmmm... yess... yess..." My wife was getting aroused and soon, she got wet. Some of her moisture trickled down and the man notices it. He adjusted his specs again and began rubbing my wife's crotch with his loose fingers, just barely. My wife then knew that the game was on and he had caught the bait.

"OK ma'am, now I need you to turn over." He whispered. She did so and now, right before the man, is my wife in a white bikini just covering her essentials. The sight of her big breasts caused him to swallow his saliva. My wife's nipples were also erected and were poking through the bikini. He proceeded to put some oil on her breasts and slowly, he began to massage her cleavage.

"Oh... that's nice..."

"Mmm hmmm.... it sure is nice." The man said, smiling away.

My wife had her eyes closed as he continued to squeeze and rubbed her breasts. With both hands, he began squeezing them and it no longer looks like it was a massage. Just pure molestation.

"Mmmm... yes… so good... ahhhhh..." my wife said, now moaning.

Slowly, the man began to massage them faster which caused her bikini to slip up. He then casually moved it away and took it off my wife, who doesn't seem to mind. The man paused, with his hands still on my wife's breasts, before kneading them again. He worked on the erected nipples, pinching them and turning them. "Ma'am, this is to release some pressure." He said quietly.

"Mmmm..." was all that she could muster.

He continued to massage my wife’s breasts for a couple more minutes before he proceeded back down south.

"Ok, let's try to see if it still hurts down there", He said. He touched the same spot between my wife's legs. "Oh... ya... still painful…" which was, according to my wife, just a lie.

"Hmm, ok, need to work on this more." He said as he suddenly pushed her legs wider and began massaging harder. My wife was now grinning, and getting aroused again. "Yes... yes... yes..." After a while, with wet pussy juice streaming out, the bespectacled man, the quiet lonely man, showed his true form. With one hand, he slipped off his pants and underwear, while the other was still circling my wife's pussy. My wife saw what he did but didn't say anything. For once, she didn't want to take control of the situation, instead, letting this man have her body of his own will. With his dick now erected, he said, "Ma'am, I have this technique that will make the pain go away and make you relax”.