A Happy Ending Part 1
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I’m convinced my wife Cindy is having an affair with her masseuse. Every time she comes home after a session with him, she’s glowing, and I don’t think it’s because of the oils and lotions he uses. I think it’s cause he makes sure to give her a happy ending. This would also explain why she hasn’t had any interest in sex with me. But other than those two things, I don’t have any proof. Thankfully, I know how to get some. I’ve been studying astral projection, and the other night I was able to successfully detach myself from my body and inhabit my wife’s. She had no idea I was inside her, even though I had full control. She just rationalized in her mind that she needed to get up and do random jumping jacks and feel herself up. I slipped back into my own mind with her none the wiser. Right before her next massage appointment, I projected into her again. I was finally going to get the proof I needed to confront her and then probably get a divorce. When we got to the place, I let Cindy take over and strip down as instructed. We laid on her stomach on a padded table, and waited. Then Brad came in. This guy was all charm and muscle, but I was surprised by how professional he was at first. He expertly massaged my wife’s shoulders, back and legs, and I was beginning to think I’d been wrong, until he brought out the oil. Less than a minute after coating my wife’s skin with the stuff, he’d removed the towel covering her ass, and his fingers began to explore her crevices. I was ready to tell him off, until his highly skilled fingers entered us, and it was all I could do not to moan with pleasure. Actually, I did, well, my wife did. The overwhelming sensation caused me to slip in and out of control as Brad slipped in and out of me, of us. I’m not sure which of us arched her back, or got the smile on her face. When I did manage to say something, it wasn’t what I’d originally intended. “That feels sooo good. Keep…keep doing that!” I mean, the session is already paid for. Might as well let him finish.