Hi. My name’s David and I'm trying to spice up things with my wife.
I'm looking for a lady who could read and record (mp3, wav etc) her voice for a script that I've written - see below.
I want to set up a scene in which I invite a fictional masseuse to our house, to give my wife, Cathy, an erotic massage. Obviously, the ‘masseuse’ will just be a recorded voice, along the lines of the scene in True Lies, where Arnold Schwarzenegger blindfolds Jamie Lee Curtis and uses a tape recorded script to get Jamie to strip.
A bit of background: My wife and are both 42. We had an active sex life. But with three kids under 15, and both of us busy at work, things have really died down. As part of our New Year’s resolution, we both decided to make more time for each other, and to spice things up a bit.
I’ve always been turned on by Cathy, ever since I first saw that gorgeous arse when she was 19. She’s still what I’d call a ‘pocket rocket’: just under 5 foot, 110 pounds, a mischievous smile that still makes me cum, and a pair of grapefruit-sized tits that die to be played with. While I think her body is terrific, Cathy hates the stretch marks and tummy sag that childbirth has left her with. For me, her wobbly tummy just reminds me that Cathy gave birth to our 3 great kids.
We’ve experimented a lot with sex, but always between ourselves, and that’s the way we want it to stay. We used to arrange ‘playtime’ every month or two, where Cathy or I would prepare things in advance for our activities that night. We would typically go out for dinner knowing that we were working up for a great night’s fucking! We have tried some tame bondage, which Cathy really enjoys PROVIDED she gets to orgasm quickly. She HATES not being able to climax. Until recently, Cathy would prefer to be licked out rather than fucked, that was until I ‘accidently’ slipped a finger in her tight arse. I then tried 2, without any complaint or resistance, and now she humps my fingers to the knuckles while I give her head. Now she can’t get enough anal, which is why I think this visit by the fictional masseuse will blow Cathy’s mind . . .
SETTING: The kids will be away with their grandparents for the night. I have told Cathy that I have planned something special for tonight, after an early dinner at our favourite restaurant. I tell her to go shopping by herself and to buy some inappropriate lingerie, and to meet me dressed in these new items at the restaurant. At dinner, I keep checking the time until she asks if everything’s OK. I say “everything’s fine”, but that we need to be back at home at 9pm sharp for the start of playtime. This reply will intrigue Cathy no end, and she’ll be dying to know what happens at the deadline.
Once home from dinner, I’ll get Cathy to lie in bed, dressed only in her lingerie, while I get things ready for what she thinks is our standard BDSM night. At a few minutes before 9pm, I’ll send a text from Cathy’s cellphone to mine.
My cellphone rings.
CATHY: Who is it?
DAVID: Your special surprise is on its way, just running a little bit late. Just lie in bed and relax while I get things ready.
She is wearing a black Victoria’s Secret push-up bra and matching thong. I place an eye mask over her eyes, and secure cuffs around her wrists. To confuse her, I slip her loose jogging pants over her legs. I then lift her onto a massage table that I have modified, and tie her hands to the side of the table. I cover her with a blanket.
DAVID: And honey, remember that I’d never do anything to embarrass or hurt you.
The cellphone rings again.
CATHY: Who’s that?
DAVID: Your surprise has arrived. Remember to stay here in bed with your eye mask on.
I walk down the hall to the door and open it.
[the following conversations will be loud enough for Cathy to just be able to hear them from the bedroom]
MASSEUSE (Stacy): David is it? Hi, I’m Stacy.
DAVID: Come in, come in. Nice to meet you. My wife’s in the bedroom. We haven’t done anything like this before. Do I pay now or after?
STACY: Now, if you don’t mind.
DAVID: Fine, follow me. My wallet’s in the bedroom.
STACY: I’ll need to use the bathroom to get ready. Is this it here?
DAVID: Yes, come through to the bedroom when you’re done.
Stacy enters bedroom.
DAVID: Hi Cathy – ready for your treat? This is Stacy. She’s a qualified masseuse, recommended by your sister, who will give you a neck, back and shoulder massage. I’ll lie on the bed and get out of the way.
STACY: Hi Cathy. As David said, I do these all the time. I use traditional hand-based massage combined with some devices to assist me with deeper muscle relaxation. Try to relax. I’ll put these headphones on you so you can listen to some relaxation music while I get to work.
Headphones go on. Blanket gets pulled down to top of panties. I’ll obviously be doing the massaging. Unclip bra. For the first 10 or so minutes, it will be a strictly normal massage, but as I move from the shoulders down, I expect Cathy to get incredibly wet. One of the modifications I have made to the massage table in to cut out two holes for her tits, so that they fall cleanly through.
STACY: Cathy, I’m worried that the massage oil is going to stain your lovely lingerie. Do you mind if I get David to slip your bra off?
Bra taken off. Tits hanging free below table. I want Cathy to think that Stacy can see her tits. Massage continues for a bit longer, when I walk over to the table.
DAVID: Stacy, do you mind if I give Cathy a drink.
STACY: No go, ahead. I could use the break.
I untie Cathy’s hands, and get her to sit up and give her a drink. When she’s done, she lies back down and is retied. I use the opportunity to place a clamp on each of her nipples. The massage continues. I take a butt plug, and pretend it’s a massage device, using it to dig deep into her shoulders and back. My hands drift further down her spine to the top of her thong, and ease it down over her hips and legs. The butt plug traces over her crack and cunt, being smothered in the juices pooled between her cheeks. It meanders back to the neck, shoulders and back, but finally dwells longer on its target until it slides home and sets off (what I hope is ) the first of several climaxes for the night.
I'm looking for a lady who could read and record (mp3, wav etc) her voice for a script that I've written - see below.
I want to set up a scene in which I invite a fictional masseuse to our house, to give my wife, Cathy, an erotic massage. Obviously, the ‘masseuse’ will just be a recorded voice, along the lines of the scene in True Lies, where Arnold Schwarzenegger blindfolds Jamie Lee Curtis and uses a tape recorded script to get Jamie to strip.
A bit of background: My wife and are both 42. We had an active sex life. But with three kids under 15, and both of us busy at work, things have really died down. As part of our New Year’s resolution, we both decided to make more time for each other, and to spice things up a bit.
I’ve always been turned on by Cathy, ever since I first saw that gorgeous arse when she was 19. She’s still what I’d call a ‘pocket rocket’: just under 5 foot, 110 pounds, a mischievous smile that still makes me cum, and a pair of grapefruit-sized tits that die to be played with. While I think her body is terrific, Cathy hates the stretch marks and tummy sag that childbirth has left her with. For me, her wobbly tummy just reminds me that Cathy gave birth to our 3 great kids.
We’ve experimented a lot with sex, but always between ourselves, and that’s the way we want it to stay. We used to arrange ‘playtime’ every month or two, where Cathy or I would prepare things in advance for our activities that night. We would typically go out for dinner knowing that we were working up for a great night’s fucking! We have tried some tame bondage, which Cathy really enjoys PROVIDED she gets to orgasm quickly. She HATES not being able to climax. Until recently, Cathy would prefer to be licked out rather than fucked, that was until I ‘accidently’ slipped a finger in her tight arse. I then tried 2, without any complaint or resistance, and now she humps my fingers to the knuckles while I give her head. Now she can’t get enough anal, which is why I think this visit by the fictional masseuse will blow Cathy’s mind . . .
SETTING: The kids will be away with their grandparents for the night. I have told Cathy that I have planned something special for tonight, after an early dinner at our favourite restaurant. I tell her to go shopping by herself and to buy some inappropriate lingerie, and to meet me dressed in these new items at the restaurant. At dinner, I keep checking the time until she asks if everything’s OK. I say “everything’s fine”, but that we need to be back at home at 9pm sharp for the start of playtime. This reply will intrigue Cathy no end, and she’ll be dying to know what happens at the deadline.
Once home from dinner, I’ll get Cathy to lie in bed, dressed only in her lingerie, while I get things ready for what she thinks is our standard BDSM night. At a few minutes before 9pm, I’ll send a text from Cathy’s cellphone to mine.
My cellphone rings.
CATHY: Who is it?
DAVID: Your special surprise is on its way, just running a little bit late. Just lie in bed and relax while I get things ready.
She is wearing a black Victoria’s Secret push-up bra and matching thong. I place an eye mask over her eyes, and secure cuffs around her wrists. To confuse her, I slip her loose jogging pants over her legs. I then lift her onto a massage table that I have modified, and tie her hands to the side of the table. I cover her with a blanket.
DAVID: And honey, remember that I’d never do anything to embarrass or hurt you.
The cellphone rings again.
CATHY: Who’s that?
DAVID: Your surprise has arrived. Remember to stay here in bed with your eye mask on.
I walk down the hall to the door and open it.
[the following conversations will be loud enough for Cathy to just be able to hear them from the bedroom]
MASSEUSE (Stacy): David is it? Hi, I’m Stacy.
DAVID: Come in, come in. Nice to meet you. My wife’s in the bedroom. We haven’t done anything like this before. Do I pay now or after?
STACY: Now, if you don’t mind.
DAVID: Fine, follow me. My wallet’s in the bedroom.
STACY: I’ll need to use the bathroom to get ready. Is this it here?
DAVID: Yes, come through to the bedroom when you’re done.
Stacy enters bedroom.
DAVID: Hi Cathy – ready for your treat? This is Stacy. She’s a qualified masseuse, recommended by your sister, who will give you a neck, back and shoulder massage. I’ll lie on the bed and get out of the way.
STACY: Hi Cathy. As David said, I do these all the time. I use traditional hand-based massage combined with some devices to assist me with deeper muscle relaxation. Try to relax. I’ll put these headphones on you so you can listen to some relaxation music while I get to work.
Headphones go on. Blanket gets pulled down to top of panties. I’ll obviously be doing the massaging. Unclip bra. For the first 10 or so minutes, it will be a strictly normal massage, but as I move from the shoulders down, I expect Cathy to get incredibly wet. One of the modifications I have made to the massage table in to cut out two holes for her tits, so that they fall cleanly through.
STACY: Cathy, I’m worried that the massage oil is going to stain your lovely lingerie. Do you mind if I get David to slip your bra off?
Bra taken off. Tits hanging free below table. I want Cathy to think that Stacy can see her tits. Massage continues for a bit longer, when I walk over to the table.
DAVID: Stacy, do you mind if I give Cathy a drink.
STACY: No go, ahead. I could use the break.
I untie Cathy’s hands, and get her to sit up and give her a drink. When she’s done, she lies back down and is retied. I use the opportunity to place a clamp on each of her nipples. The massage continues. I take a butt plug, and pretend it’s a massage device, using it to dig deep into her shoulders and back. My hands drift further down her spine to the top of her thong, and ease it down over her hips and legs. The butt plug traces over her crack and cunt, being smothered in the juices pooled between her cheeks. It meanders back to the neck, shoulders and back, but finally dwells longer on its target until it slides home and sets off (what I hope is ) the first of several climaxes for the night.
