Wife’s Massage Voyeur
I had always been fascinated by the idea of watching my wife in action. Watching her body move, the way she moved her hands and the way she touched her clients. She ran an upscale massage parlor and was always receiving rave reviews from her clients. There was something about the way she moved that captivated me, and I often fantasized about being a fly on the wall watching her work her magic.
Recently, I decided to take my fantasies of voyeurism one step further. I hired a professional to come in and set up a hidden camera in her massage room. The camera was perfectly placed so that I could observe her every move without her knowledge.
The first time I watched her I was amazed. Her hands glided over the client’s body like silk, as if performing a dance. She moved gracefully and with purpose. Her technique was perfect, every stroke of her hands precise and calculated. She used her entire body to massage her clients, her arms, her legs, her torso. I was mesmerized by her sensuality and the way she made her clients feel. I wanted to be her client.
The next time I watched her I felt an even stronger urge to be with her. I wanted to feel her hands on my body, to experience the pleasure she was giving to her clients. I wanted to feel her hands on my skin, to feel her breath on my neck, to feel her touch me in ways I never had before.
The next time I came to watch her I was bolder. Instead of just watching, I decided to take part in the session. I entered the massage room and immediately felt her energy. I quickly undressed and lay on the table, feeling my body tingle with anticipation.
She knew I was there, but she did not say a word. Instead, she just began to massage me. Her hands were gentle and soft, her touch was perfect. She worked her way up and down my body, slowly and carefully. Every touch of her hands sent vibrations of pleasure through me. I felt like I was melting under her hands and that I could stay there forever.
After a while she began to move faster and more vigorously. Her hands moved to all parts of my body and I felt like I was in a dream. She seemed to know exactly what I wanted and what I needed. I felt like I was under her spell and she was in control. I was unable to resist her and I gave in to her touch.
Finally, she finished her massage and I lay there in a state of bliss. I felt like I had been transported to another world, a world of pure pleasure. I quietly thanked her for the amazing experience and left the massage room with a feeling of satisfaction I had never felt before.
Since that day I have continued to watch my wife whenever I can. I love to watch her work her magic and feel the same pleasure I felt that day. I know that I can never fully experience what she gives her clients, but I feel so lucky to be able to witness the incredible pleasure she gives to others. My wife’s massage voyeur has become my favorite pastime.
