Torment and Tease

A Couple's Massage

Chapter 1

Even though you lied and told your boyfriend that the massage appointment was at 3:30 instead of 4, he still managed to be almost ten minutes late. It took every ounce of your willpower to bottle up how mortified and frustrated you were, nearly losing it when he responded to your glaring with a shrug and a cocky half smile. You bit down on your tongue hard, determined not to ruin this couple’s massage therapy before it even began, calming yourself down the way your last therapist taught you. “It’s okay, everyone has different priorities and feelings. Even if I value being on time, that doesn’t mean Ryan does or even has to. Everyone has different priorities, you just have to forgive them if their priorities don’t match yours…” Your thoughts trailed off as you looked back at your hapless boyfriend, sighing as you catch him ogling one of the masseuses as she puts on an uncomfortable smile and pretends not to notice his gaze. 

Before you could rescue both the masseuse and your own dignity, a firm voice from a few feet away startled you. “Ah, has your partner finally shown up? You were supposed to be on my table ten minutes ago.” The man was standing directly behind you and while his words were clearly addressed to you, his eyes were on your boyfriend, taking the measure of him. Ryan seemed to stand up a little straighter, almost puffing out his chest a tad as he replied. “Yeah well the traffic can get real bad-”

“I didn’t ask for an excuse. How you waste your own time isn’t my concern, but I won't let you waste any more of mine.” He cut your boyfriend off in a matter-of-fact way, his tone wasn’t rude, but direct. As he turned to you however, his expression softened along with his tone. “Hello there, my name is Jack. It’s a pleasure to meet you, and if I do my job right, you’ll be very pleased to have met me as well.” You couldn’t help but blush slightly at his greeting. It was probably a preplanned line the massage parlor uses for all its customers, but his slight smirk and lingering eyes made you feel as if he was flirting with you. Your own eyes drifted over his body in turn, across his broad sculpted chest visible through his tight t-shirt, down his veiny arms to his rough, weathered hands, and over the sizable bulge in his grey sweatpants. Biting your lip, you felt a twinge of guilt for the thoughts floating through your mind as you followed this man into a room with your boyfriend walking right next to you. A quick glance over to him however showed that he was too busy staring wistfully back at that other masseuse to notice your wandering gaze. 

Jack led you both to a small room with two massage tables five feet apart from each other, just enough space for one person to maneuver around them. He walked between the tables to draw a curtain that separated the room into two halves, then moved towards the door. “Go ahead and remove your clothes, grab a warm towel, then lie face down on your table. I will be back in a few minutes with the other masseuse, so make yourselves comfortable.” Every time Jack spoke to the both of you, his eyes were only ever on you, as if he discounted your boyfriend’s participation in this couple’s massage the moment he was late, or maybe.. In the middle of undressing you realized Jack had left the door slightly ajar, that while the curtain stopped your boyfriend from watching you strip, anyone standing in the hallway would have a view of you. Clutching your held clothes over your bare tits, you squint into the hallway, far too dark to see if anyone is there, if anyone could see you. Your heart raced at the thought of someone waiting in the doorway, that you could be watched right now, that Jack could be back at any moment and walk in on you, so why were you filled with the urge to start posing? You let the clothes fall to your feet, skin tingling as the air drifts across it while you reach for the towel, striking a somewhat suggestive pose as you do. Anyone walking through the door right now would see you bent over, back arched as you stuck your ass out. A practiced pose you learned to take better nudes for Ryan, though he never told you if you were doing it right or not. 

The sound of conversation coming from the hallway snapped you out of your little racy reverie, grabbing the towel and throwing it over yourself as you scrambled onto the table. Jack returned and pulled back the curtain before he introduced Kacy, the masseuse Ryan had been staring at and seemed overly excited to meet again. Her expression was neutral and professional as she stepped back to let Jack take the lead on explaining the therapy. “Our couples massage therapy program is designed to give couples like you the tools you need to be happier in your relationship.” His eyes were still on you, looking down into yours as you lay naked and vulnerable on the table, a thin towel the only thing stopping him from seeing every inch of you. “The first step is a basic massage lesson. We will turn the tables so you are facing each other, and I want you to pay very close attention to what we are doing to your partner. Learn from our techniques so that you can use them yourself at home. Then we will draw the curtain again and move into the full intimate massage to relax and release your tension before you try the basics on your partner. Let’s get started.”

You gripped the table tightly as Jack effortlessly lifted it to turn you towards your boyfriend in a single practiced movement, making you feel helpless and weightless in his grip. After setting you down, he wasted no time moving into the massage, his hands expertly gliding across your body, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin. You struggled to keep your focus on Kacy and learn the techniques she was teaching, but you were too lost in the sensation to properly pay attention. All sound seemed to blur together as your flesh melted into the warmth of his oiled hands, until you snapped back into focus at the sound of Jack clearing his throat. Embarrassed at how quickly you became distracted by his massage, you quickly glanced up at him to try and figure out what he was saying, only to see that his eyes were on Ryan, who was equally lost in his own massage and heard none of the advice Jack was giving him. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as Jack cleared his throat again, louder this time, in the hopes that Ryan would stop daydreaming about the blonde whose hands were rubbing on his thighs. Jack sighed and quickly gave up, leaning down to whisper in your ear as his hands put a firm pressure on your thighs, working their way up your legs. “He doesn’t pay much attention, does he? Not to appointment times, not to my lessons, not to you.” His whisper turned to a husky growl with those last words, and you weren't sure if the gasp you moaned out was due to his massage, his words, or just the feeling of his warm breath against your neck.  “Such a shame too, if he were paying proper attention to you right now, he could learn all kinds of useful things. Things that would drive his little girlfriend wild and make you feel things he has probably never made you feel before., like this-” As if to emphasize his point, he dug his thumbs into a spot high up on your inner thighs, a spot that made you involuntarily spasm with pleasure as your hips bucked and grinded into the table. You could almost feel the shape of his smile against your neck as your body reacted to his touch instinctively. 

His fingertips then moved, highlighting other places along your thighs, your lower back, your neck, weak spots across your entire body that his hands could expertly rub and leave you a shuddering squirming mess. His whispering words narrated each spot, teaching you about your body and all the different ways it could feel better than you ever imagined, teaching you the lessons that your boyfriend should have been paying attention to instead. But the most important lesson his hands taught you is that his fingertips could control your body, that you were helpless putty in his hands, ready to be reshaped into whatever form he desired. The table was already a mess from the puddle your pussy was making, and he hadn’t even touched it yet. He had you wrapped around his finger and desperate for more, but despite purposefully shifting a bit so he might accidentally slide his fingers along your aching cunt, his hands always stayed just out of reach. Desperation overwhelmed you, panting and pouting as your needy pussy went ignored and untouched, accidentally letting out a loud whine that caused your eyes to snap open and see who noticed.

Ryan was completely out, eyes rolled back in his head, a hard on tenting the towel a bit as Kacy continued her massage. “See? I told you he doesn’t pay attention. He is too focused on himself to notice you, to notice how turned on and desperate his girlfriend is from another man massaging her.” Jack’s whispers caused you to stiffen, heart racing as the reality of the situation set in. Ryan was only a few feet away from you while you were leaking a puddle onto the table from a stranger rubbing your body. Your boyfriend was right there, but you were bucking your hips trying to hump your cunt against another man’s hand. What kind of girlfriend- Your thoughts were interrupted by Jack placing his hand between your thighs, holding it steady as he kept it half an inch away from your cunt, close and still enough that you could hump against it if you shifted slightly. 

“I know you want this. I can feel the heat of your cunt against the back of my hand, felt every attempt you made to get me to touch you before, so now is your chance. Look at Ryan. He doesn’t notice, he doesn’t care, he won’t see you humping and grinding against my hand. He wont find out no matter what we do on this table right now…” His lips dragged across your skin as he spoke those last words, but his hand stayed still. You cursed at him under your breath, tempting you like this, then you cursed yourself for being too fucking weak to resist it, shifting your hips back to grind against his veiny hand. A shudder of pure pleasure escaped your lips as you finally felt his touch, groaning as you humped his hand with desperate need. A twinge of guilt washed over you as you looked at Ryan, your boyfriend was right there as you cheated on him, as you let lust take over and turn you into a bitch in heat for another man. The guilt wasn’t nearly enough to stop you, just making you squirm and blush harder with shame and humiliation as you do all of this just to feel Jack’s hand on you, not even for cock, just the back of his fucking hand!

As your hips grinded faster to that thought, Jack flipped his hand around and his fingertips started sliding along your clit, touching, rubbing and teasing you actively now instead of just letting you hump. You had to bite the table to stifle a moan and Jack just laughed, then grabbed your head to keep you looking at your boyfriend. “You can’t help it can you, can’t help being a cheating slut, can’t help giving in to lust even though your boyfriend is right there and could catch you at any second? Of course you can’t, this is natural, these are your instincts. You’re doing this because I can make you feel things that Ryan never could, because your body instinctively recognizes that I’m the better man. Deep down you know it’s the truth, that it isn’t your fault you’re doing this, it’s his for not making you feel this way himself, it’s his fault for losing you, for not paying enough attention, for not protecting you from the men like me who will hunt you down the moment we sense weakness. Are you going to keep lying to yourself and keep making excuses for him? Or are you going to accept the truth your body has known the moment you laid down on my table and accept who you really belong to?” 

An overwhelming pressure was filling you up, pushing out all other thoughts and sensations. The rational part of your brain panicked as the waves of lust threatened to drown it out, trying desperately to remind you that cheating would hurt Ryan, that Jack’s words are unfair to him, that- The pleasure building inside you pressed back against those thoughts, just more excuses for a boy who was never on time and never paid attention to you anyway. Didn’t you try as hard as you could to make it work, don’t you deserve a break, deserve better? You bit your lip as the primal part of your brain took over, assuaging your guilt and justifying your desperate desire to cum all over his fingers. After all he said it himself: It’s not your fault, you couldn’t help it, what’s a girl supposed to do when her boyfriend can barely make her cum but some stranger has her on the edge with a few expert touches? Your breathing grows ragged as you convince yourself to cave, as the rising pleasure snuffs out rational thoughts one by one so you can let yourself have this. “Please…I want this, please I’m”-

“Don’t tell me, show me. Show me who you belong to. Show me you understand that you can’t fight your instincts, can’t deny the primal truth your body has been screaming at you this whole time. Show me you know that you are a prize to be won by the better man, that your boyfriend can never hope to measure up, and that you are ready and willing to be taken by the winner. Show me, cum for me!” The sharp, commanding growl of the last three words was all it took to send you over, to make you scream in pleasure as you came harder against Jack’s fingers than you had ever cum with Ryan. Every word he said was a truth seared into your body from the intense heat of that orgasm, a feeling permanently etched into your memory.

“Hey what was that?” You stiffened as Ryan finally looked up, the screams from your body shaking orgasm too obvious for him to ignore. Hiding your face in the table, you struggled to collect your thoughts enough to come up with a cover story, but your brain was still too scrambled from cumming so hard. “I just said that this next move will likely lead to a loud scream due to how much tension it releases, were you not paying attention?” Jack’s condescending response didn’t miss a beat, his face completely casual after making you cum your brains out. “I guess it’s fine that you weren’t following along on that one, it’s a bit of an advanced move that I wouldn’t expect you to be able to pull off.” You couldn’t help but bite your lip at Jack’s double speak, directly telling your boyfriend that he could never make you cum like that, but Ryan was too oblivious to notice, shrugging and going back to his massage. Excitement replaced any sense of guilt you might have felt before, realizing how good it felt to cum from Jack’s hands with your boyfriend a few feet away, and if you moaned that intensely and he still didn’t catch on, you began to wonder what else you and Jack could get away with.

Judging by the feeling of Jack’s finger slowly sliding inside your cunt, he was wondering the same thing, and was about to find out…