Well, as long as I’m riffing here. My wife, spur of the moment, picked up her cell phone while we were driving about two months ago. She called the local day spa and scheduled a couples massage. The receptionist said the only available masseuses were a male and a female. She had me on the spot and said “Is that okay?”. With a nervous feeling in my stomach, I said “Sure!” When we got the massages, they told us to pick our table to pick the masseuse. She took the guy’s table and I took the female’s table. My wife was so anxious about the whole thing because she never had a professional massage from a male, one minute into the massage she bursts out laughing and says “I FORGOT TO TELL YOU IM REAAAAALLLY TICKLISH!!!” She basically giggled and moaned through the entire massage. And one point when I had to flip over on my back, I saw what was going on, as we both had towels over our eyes. I peaked and saw her right leg up in the air as he was rubbing her hamstrings. Her bright yellow nail polish on her toes was radiant, and her mouth was agape with pleasure. It was pretty hot!
That being said, if I strange male randomly grabbed my wife on any of her naughty bits or in a familiar way, I’d put him through a wall and he would come out in the adjacent zip code.
Weird dichotomy, I guess.