I am 25 years old, working as an engineer in a factory. Wife 24, works as an accountant at school. We are married for about a year. My wife, with my average data, I have a beautiful - not thin, but also without excess weight, long dark blond curly hair, large soft ass with elastic hips, third-size breast with red nipples.

Somehow we were returning from the cinema in the rain, and my young wife got wet and had a cold back. They wanted to go to the clinic, but there, as always, there is a turn for a week. So I went to some private clinic nearby. Where she was prescribed, including massage. The next day, in the evening we waited for the masseur. When the doorbell rang, the wife ran to open. I next went out into the hallway and saw that the doctor was a tall, pumped up guy. My wife smiled sweetly at him and escorted the doctor to our room. He said to remove the robe and go to bed. The guy went to wash his hands in the bathroom, and his wife took off her robe, remained in some panties, and lay down on his stomach. The masseur returned, took out a jar of some oil, poured his wife on his back and began to massage. I, having understood that the procedure is standard, went to the kitchen to watch TV and cook dinner. An hour later, when the boy left, the wife came and said that he had prescribed five more massage procedures and would come tomorrow.

The next two days went the same way. Therefore, without worrying, I did not even pay attention to the treatment, the wife herself met and accompanied the doctor while I was busy in the kitchen. On the third day, I decided to look and quietly looked into the crack of the door ajar. And he was a little surprised: his wife was now not lying on her stomach, but on her back, exposing her lovely breasts to a masseur, and even through his underpants he could see a neat little pussy of my favorite. The guy watered his little wife with oil on his chest, and then he began to massage her slowly, sometimes twirling my wife's nipples. She seemed to moan quietly. Then he put oil on the stomach and began to rub it. Sometimes even his fingers got into my wife's underpants. I did not make a fuss, afraid to scare my wife. Maybe this procedure was useful for treatment. When my wife, having performed a massage therapist, entered, I declared that I wanted to see the following procedure. She agreed, and for the fourth time there was nothing reprehensible - she massaged her back and legs and left. I also forgot to say that the doctor, for the period of massage, forbade my wife and I to have sex, so as not to harm the treatment of the back.

When was the fifth, last, time, a colleague unexpectedly called me and told me to bring the keys to work. I had to fly to work, as I told my wife who was still waiting for the doctor. And I was in a hurry, but by the time the masseur arrived, I still did not have time. When I arrived with a half-hour late, then, entering the hallway, I heard ringing slaps and howling of my wife - I thought that in solitude he decided to massage his wife very strongly. The door to the room was closed. I wanted to get in the door and stop such a strong treatment, the sound was fast enough and loud, and my wife was moaning. Well, since such procedures bring her pleasure, I will not interfere. I went to the kitchen, but the sounds of massage and the screams of my wife were heard there. Ten minutes later, I went to the door and heard the guy say: “All right, the internal massage is over, now let's do a mouth massage.” Soon I heard the smacking sounds of my wife’s lips. I kept thinking, how did he do her mouth massage? Fingers, probably! After a couple of minutes, the procedure was over, and I heard my wife asking a guy to file a towel. Probably sweated strongly from non-standard massage. I ran to the kitchen, my head was spinning, but I would be glad that today the last procedure should not happen again.

When my wife conducted a massage therapist and went into the kitchen, she was surprised that I was already back. She looked sweaty, with disheveled hair, but so refreshed and radiant, that I decided not to tell her anything about my suspicions, and only said that I was glad that the treatment had been successful.I wanted to drag her to bed, but she said that today it is still impossible, it is necessary that the effect of the treatment be gradually consolidated.

The next day, when I was at work, my wife called and said that this doctor had called her, and said that she needed five more massage procedures. But they need some special ointment, which is only at home at the massage therapist and cannot be taken out into the street, otherwise they will deteriorate. Therefore, massage procedures should be carried out at home with a doctor. Of course, I was afraid that the non-standard massaging of my wife could happen again, but her health was more important to me than my fears. I transferred her money for treatment to the card and wished good luck. In the evening, the wife came even brighter, with burning eyes, and said that the treatment was going very well.

The next evening, when I was preparing dinner and waited for my wife with a massage, she suddenly called and said that today there will be a special procedure, after which you cannot move a lot, so the masseuse allowed her to stay with him. That he has room for patients in the house, and extra pay is not required. I was annoyed, but my wife just wished a pleasant massage. When she came home in the morning, she still didn’t get enough sleep — she said it was very bad to sleep in an unfamiliar bed.

The third procedure was also overnight. And when before the fourth my wife called me to say good night, she casually said that she, as a regular client, today was given a special procedure - a double massage, and another masseuse had already come to them. The fifth time she was also massaged by two doctors. In the evening the wife returned, she was all pleased with her recovery. I was also glad that my wife would now sleep at home and not spend money on this atypical treatment. But the wife said that the doctor had prescribed her more massage and bath procedures, and for the weekend she would go to a special therapeutic country bath with these two familiar massage therapists. I want my wife to be healthy, and since the procedures make her so prettier, then let her go of course.

On Friday evening, my wife quickly came running from work. When I came home, she had already dressed up in a beautiful black dress that emphasized all her roundness of her hips, buttocks and breasts. He explained that all of a sudden there would be other patients and doctors, and she should look great, maintaining her husband’s decent status. I shrugged and handed her the necessary amount for treatment. They called her, she wore sandals, kissed me on the cheek, fluttered at the door. I went to the window and saw my wife go to the black SUV, from which one of the guys came out, clasping his wife below the waist, and took her to the car. Soon they left. I was sad to stay alone on the weekend, but the health and happiness of my beautiful woman was the most important thing!