My name is Michelle, and at 32 years young, I had come to the conclusion that my marriage and life were in a rut. Although I dearly loved my husband, Tom, he had absolutely no ambition in life, and this was reflected by his efforts in the bedroom.

I desperately needed to find something to lift me to a more fulfilling way of life. I decided that to give myself the means to carry out my ambitions, I needed to find myself a job, but what? I had married young and had received no worthwhile employment experiences. After searching through the vacancy columns for days, I found that it was not going to be easy to find something that would allow me to move into a better lifestyle.

Weeks passed, and frustration at my inability to find a job was beginning to set in. I had almost given up on finding something suitable, and then I received a call from Sandra, a friend of several years, inviting me for coffee.

We had not seen each other for some time, and while reminiscing, I admitted how frustrated I was with my life. Sandra was not at all surprised by this and went on to tell me how she had been through the same sort of thing a couple of years ago. She blew me away by telling how she had started working as a tantric therapist. She told how she had come to really enjoy the work, how it had given her newfound financial freedom. This revelation started to intrigue me, and I pressed her to tell me more.

Sandra had started working at a private studio in a ritzy suburb in downtown Auckland. She provided nude massages with hand relief. Her clientele were generally well-healed businessmen, willing to pay well for a sensuous session.

Sandra asked if I would be interested in maybe doing some part-time work. I thought for a moment but had to say that I thought that I would not be able to take my clothes off in front of a stranger, let alone massage him and give him a hand job. She said, “Don’t say no right away, but think it over. Think about the rewards, the independence it would give me.”

After several days of agonizing over Sandra’s proposition, I decided that I needed to stop being a wimp and take the chance if I was to break out of the rut. I called Sandra, and she suggested that I come to work with her the next day and check things out, to which I agreed.

That night, all sorts of things went around in my head. I was sure that my husband, Tom, was aware that something was amiss, but he said nothing.

The morning arrived, and it was a beautiful, sunny day, which I thought had to be a good omen. I put on my best Victoria’s Secret lingerie, a nice lacy half-cup bra; with French-style high-cut panties, a garter belt, and white stockings. I felt really good about myself as I checked out my image in the mirror. I had arranged to meet Sandra at the clinic. On the drive over, I began to have second thoughts about what I was getting myself into, but before I knew it, I was at the address she had given me, and too late to chicken out as Sandra was waiting for me in her car. She jumped out on seeing me and gave me a big hug, saying how pleased she was that I had come.

From the outside, the clinic looked no different from the other expensive-looking houses in the street. We went inside, and I was pleasantly surprised at the tasteful décor and ornate furniture in the reception area, where Suzette, the receptionist for the day, greeted us.

Sandra gave me a brief tour of the house but had to cut it short because she had a client arriving shortly. The house had four massage rooms, all with proper massage tables. They were decorated in soothing pastel colors and had candles and incense burners lit. A futon couch was in one corner of the room, while in the other was a big, comfortable chair. I later discovered that the futon doubled as a fold-out bed!

Sandra suggested that the best and easiest way to get comfortable with the work would be for me to watch her with her first client of the day if he was agreeable. We went back to the reception area to find that ‘Fred’, her first for the day, was waiting. I found myself giving him the once-over. He was about forty, quite tall, and well-proportioned.

Sandra sidled up beside him and whispered in his ear. This brought a grin to his face. I’ll never know what she said to Fred, but he just nodded and with that, she took both our hands and led us off to her massage room.

It was obvious that Fred was one of her regular clients by the way they chatted on the way. Upon entering the room, she gave Fred what I thought to be a fairly intimate kiss, then led him away to shower. When she returned, she suggested that if I was comfortable enough, I strip to my underwear, while she gave Fred his massage.

Well, I had come this far. It seemed silly to back out now. Fred returned shortly with a towel wrapped around his waist. I could see that he must work out regularly as his physique was very good. He threw his towel over the chair and lay face down on the table. Meanwhile, Sandra had disrobed and was now ready to begin the massage.

Watching Sandra applying oil to this naked man by using her hands and upper torso had a strange effect on me. I thought I should have felt differently from the way I did, and I can’t explain it, but I felt a stirring in my inner self. By the time she asked Fred to roll over, I was beginning to feel dampness between my legs. Whether it was the sight of a naked man or watching him run his hands over my friend’s naked body, I’m not sure, but it was having a pleasant effect on me.

Fred, by this time, had become very aroused and was displaying an erection most men would be proud of. After using her hands, forearms, and breasts to massage for what seemed an eternity, Sandra proceeded to the foot of the table and climbed up, kneeling over Fred. She said, “Time for my famous body slide”.

This involved her sliding her body sensuously up and down Fred’s torso. First, she used her breasts to good effect on Fred’s already straining erection, then up over his chest and up to his face. Pausing, she allowed him to first lick and then suck her nipples. They both started making soft noises that left me with no doubt that they were extremely excited.