My Naughty Foot Fetish Masseur
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The video in my story reminds me of the first time that I let my husband bring another man over to our house to give me a massage. I was apprehensive about it because he had confessed to me about his fantasy of a masseur giving me more than just a massage.

When I told him that a professional masseur would never go that far with a client, he didn't seem convinced.

"You mean to tell me that your masseur hasn't tried anything with you?" He asked.

"You mean my masseuse," I corrected him. "She's a licensed massage therapist, and they don't do that kind of thing."

He was clearly disappointed by my answer, but it was the truth. At least in my case it was. I'd been seeing massage therapists for all of my adult life because of a back injury that happened during one of my first jobs as a graphic artist.

"I know that's not what you wanted to hear," I added, "but I've never had a masseur or a masseuse come on to me before."

"That's too bad," he kind of laughed. "That would be SO hot!"

"I'll tell you what," I kind of joked with him, "if you can find a masseur who'd do more than just give me a massage, then I'll consider it."

"Really?" He asked with astonishment.

"Sure," I told him, "but that doens't mean I'll want him to have sex with me."

"But if you get turned on enough, would you at least let him get you off?" He asked.

With a laugh I asked in return, "Are you sure you could handle it?"

"That would be SO hot!" He repeated himself.

"Okay," I told him again, "if you can find someone, then I'll consider it. But he has to be good at giving massages. I don't want you to be picking some guy off of the street just to get your rocks off while you watch him play with me."

Frankly, I was only half serious about letting him bring a guy over to give me a massage. The way I figured it, he was just fantasizing about it all, so I didn't actually think he'd go through with it.

About a week later he told me he had found a masseur to come over to our house to give me an erotic, and sensual full body massage. I was surprised that he had found somebody so quickly. I was kind of caught off guard by it, too, but I was also intrigued by the idea of having a massage turn sexual. So I agreed to it.

The video below is more or less how my massage went. According to my husband, the guy he found was a licensed masseur who gave free massages to women whenever they let him get sexual with them. Otherwise, he would charge for the massage, and that would be the end of it.

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As soon as my husband left us alone to go into our home office, I was laid face down on the massage table, and I felt a pair of strong hands grab onto the soles of my feet.

Caressing them in what I would describe was in a very loving way, my masseur said, "I hope you don't mind me saying that you have amazing feet. Your soles are so soft, and I haven't even put any massage lotion on them yet. And your toes are absolutely perfect. What a great pedicure."

"Thank you," I told him. "It's nice that you noticed. I like to take good care of them."

"You certainly do that very well," he told me. Then he added, "Okay, it's time for you to totally relax, and enjoy your massage."

"Thank you," I once again told him as I closed my eyes to enjoy the most erotic, and sensual full body massage of my life.

When he started at my feet, I very quickly learned that he really knew how to give a great massage. I was loving every moment of it. He spent a great deal of time thoroughly massaging each of my feet before moving up to my legs, back, and neck. When he moved back down to my lower back, and then to my legs, I found it sexually frustrating that he had pretty much skipped past my pussy.

I say "pretty much" because all he had really done was to brush up against my pussy lips before momentarily, and quite naughtily pushing them apart with his fingers to expose my wetness before moving to my legs, and then my feet.

If he had purposely done this to get me horny, it worked! I was very horny at this point, and I wanted him to go all the way with me. By then my husband must have noticed my body language to realize my sexually frustrated state of mind because that's when I suddenly felt his hands on my body, too. Thankfully, he pulled away my towel so that I was completely naked, and he began to mirror what my masseur was doing.

Even though I appreciated having an extra pair of hands on my now naked body, the contrast of what my husband was doing to what the masseur was doing couldn't have been more different. It's not that my husband was bad, because he wasn't, but the masseur was SO much better. Quite expert in fact.

Unfortunately, not only did I find the contrast to be distracting, but I also found my husband's push to have the masseur get sexual with me to be a turn-off. I most definitely wanted the masseur to get sexual with me, but not in this circumstance. I sensed that the masseur felt the same way. So as naturally as I could, I stopped what was happening, and I thanked the masseur for having given me such a great massage.

As soon as my husband excused himself to go to the bathroom, I quickly grabbed one of my business cards from an alcove in the living room, and I gave it to the masseur while giving him a really big hug.

"Sorry that I had to stop," I told him in a whisper, "but my husband made things awkward for me. It's him; not you."

"No worries," he assured me. "I understand. It happens more often than you think."

"Maybe you can tell me about that another time," I told him. "That is, if we could do this again."

"Sure. I'd love to come over again," he told me.

"No, not here," I replied. "Somewhere else if that's possible."

He was about to say something to me when my husband suddenly appeared. His quick return was because he had used our guest bathroom, which was right next to our living room.

The masseur left a few minutes later with an invite from my husband to come back again after asking me if I'd like that.

"Sure," I told him. "That would be great." Little did my husband know how I really felt. I didn't want to spoil his obvious excitement, so I didn't get into it with him. I simply let it pass.

A few minutes later after my husband had gone back into our home office, I was pleasantly surprised to get an email from the masseur. I found out that his name is Greg, and I also learned with excitement that he was very interested in giving me another massage.

"If I'm not too bold to suggest it," he wrote, "maybe you can come over to my massage studio by yourself. Maybe we could finish where we started off if you'd be good with that."

"I'd love to," I replied.

"Great!" He exclaimed. "Just let me know when, and I'll work it into my schedule."

"Whenever you have the time," I wrote back. "My schedule's pretty open right now during any weekday."

"Is tomorrow too soon?" He replied. "Say 1:30 pm?"

"That would be great," I answered. "See you then."

The next day while my husband was at work, I took a really long bath before going over to his massage studio. I had mapped the address he gave me on Google to find out that it was in a very pricey neighborhood. I wasn't sure what to expect when I got there, but it hardly mattered given how excited I was to get another massage from him.

I got to his place earlier than expected, so I drove around in his immediate neighborhood to enjoy the upscale properties until it was just about time to arrive. At 1:28 p.m. I buzzed the intercom at the start of his driveway, and he greeted me warmly as he remotely opened the gate. He was as good looking as I remembered him, and he was obviously successful.

"Out of curiosity," I asked, "are you married?"

"No I'm not," he answered.

"How is such a great looking, and successful guy like you not married?" I asked.

"It's complicated, but thanks for the compliment," he replied. "I've never been married."

"That's so hard to believe," I told him, "especially since you obviously know how to give such great massages."

"Thanks," he replied. "By the way," he added, "I don't want you to think that I do this with just any woman. I'm very selective."

"You knew what I looked like before you came over?" I asked.

"I did," he answered. "I hope you don't mind, but I did a little sleuthing after I checked out your husband's Facebook page, which lead me to your page."

Remembering with a chuckle how much he liked my feet, I told him, "So I'm guessing you already knew what my feet looked like before you came over."

I remembered how attentive he was with my feet, and I suspected that he had seen a photo album that had photos of my feet in it when I was on a vacation with my girlfriends in Hawaii. We were on a spa date, and had gotten manicures and pedicures.

"That was a great photo album of you and your girlfriends at that spa in Hawaii," he confirmed my suspicion. "I couldn't help but notice how great your feet looked."

"Ah ha!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "You had an ulterior motive."

"I kind of did," he laughed in return. "Am I in trouble now?"

"Well," I answered, "if you're in trouble, then I am, too."

"Now what could your ulterior motive be?" He asked with a smile.

"I'll let my body language do the talking," I answered. I didn't want to tell him outright why I had come over to his place. But I was sure he knew, and I had a good feeling that he knew that I knew what he wanted.

Not much was said after that. He just told me I could shower if I wanted to, and I told him I already had. Then I got completely undressed, and laid face down on his massage table, which had already been set up.

As I had hoped be would, he gave me a seriously thorough full body massage before moving on to anything sexual, and by then I was more than ready to be sexually ravished in any way that he wanted. Especially because of the way that he pleasured my soles and toes, I was like putty in his hands to do whatever he wanted to my naked, and well relaxed body.

He ended up fucking me quite ravishingly in his bedroom as if was taking me against my will, which he wasn't except as he and I enjoyed role playing it. I loved being taken by force as it were, but my favorite part of what he did was when he took his time sucking my toes, and licking every wrinkled inch of my soles. He was really into my feet, and I was glad of it.

Since then I've gone over to his place many times. I haven't dared tell my husband even though it seemed like he would have gotten off on what's been going on. The thing is, I can't know that for sure, which is why I have no inention on telling him.