Wife's Massage

My wife is originally from India. She emigrated to the

US from India several years ago. We go on vacation to

India every few years, partly to visit her family and

friends, and partly because it is a nice change of

pace from our busy lives. The events in this story

happened on one of those trips several years ago.

After the obligatory visits with her relatives and

friends, my wife and I stayed for a few days at a

beachside resort hotel in southern India. We stayed at

a gorgeous beachside cottage with a great view of the

ocean. This was in the middle of summer and it was too

hot to go out during the day, so we ended up sitting

in the balcony of our cottage and sipping cold drinks.

In the evening, when the sun cooled down a bit, we

would venture out to the beach, as my wife loves to

play in the water. She wore a conservative one-piece

swimsuit that showed off her curves nicely. She was

getting appreciative looks from the men at the beach,

both locals and tourists. It was always a turn-on for

me to see other guys check her out.

On the second day that we were there, I noticed a

small leaflet in the hotel guest directory mentioning

"in-room massage by experienced therapist". This

caught my eye because my wife loves massages. She had

had a couple of professional massages in the US

before, and had enjoyed them immensely. It was a

secret turn-on for me as well, to have her get a

massage from a male therapist. Professional massages

are not particularly sexual, but it was still very

exciting for me to imagine another man touching her

pretty intimately. The few times that she got a

massage before (only one was from a male therapist), I

wished that I could actually watch her getting the

massage, but of course it was not possible.

We were not particularly sure what a massage would be

like in India, but I was curious and I finally called

the hotel desk. The woman at the desk just asked me

how many hours it was for, and I ended up getting an

appointment for the next afternoon for two hours. We

were still left wondering what to expect. The next day

was to be the last day of our vacation, as we had to

catch a flight back to the US the day after. I figured

this would be a fun thing to try to complete a very

pleasant couple of days we spent in India.

The next afternoon came and promptly at the appointed

time, our therapist showed up. It turned out to be a

guy as I had wished. He was a short Indian guy with a

small build who appeared to be in his late-thirties.

He was quite dark-skinned, with a thick mustache and a

friendly smile. As we found out later, his name was

Sridhar, and he spoke just enough English to get by.

Luckily my wife speaks the local language (Tamil) well

and she ended up doing most of the talking. I told him

that I wanted him to massage my wife first. I wasn't

sure where he was going to do the massage, because he

didn't bring a massage table. He just brought with him

a box that contained some oils and creams. He then

came into the bedroom and proceeded to change the

sheets on the bed, using new sheets and towels that he

took out of the bedroom drawers.

He left a plain white sheet on top and asked my wife

to change and get under the sheet. Sridhar and I then

came out and stood in the balcony to allow my wife to

change. So far things seemed to go pretty

professionally. I knew that it would be especially

exciting to have an Indian guy massage my wife,

because in India any physical contact between

unrelated men and women is a taboo. I wanted to make

sure that I would be able to watch him closely as he

worked on my wife's body. I told Sridhar, mostly using

hand gestures, that I want to join in while he

massages my wife. To my surprise, he readily

understood me and told with a big smile that it was

fine by him, and proceeded to show me the massage oil

that he had brought. It was coconut oil laced with

some local herbs, with a strong but pleasant smell.

My wife then called out, saying she is ready, and we

went in. My wife was lying on her stomach with the

sheet over her, and I noticed right away that under

the thin sheet she was wearing her bra and panties. I

figured that she was too shy to remove all her clothes

given the circumstances, though she had removed all

clothes for previous massages. I then told her that I

will be working on her with Sridhar, and she was

pleasantly surprised. Sridhar then proceeded to lower

the sheet to the middle of her back, exposing her neck

and shoulders.

He then started working on her neck, after warming up

the oil in his hands, and moving her shoulder-length

hair out of the way. It was clear that Sridhar was

well trained in what he was doing, and in spite of his

small build, had big, muscular hands. I on the other

hand was a total amateur, though I have exchanged

massages with my wife several times. I started working

on her hands, letting Sridhar do most of the hard

work. Sridhar and I soon started to sweat as it was

getting very hot and humid inside, as I had switched

off the A/C, because my wife likes it to be warm while

getting a massage. Sridhar was wearing what appeared

to be a uniform provided by the hotel -- a white polo

shirt with the hotel logo and blue pants. I was in a

pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went over and opened

the glass door to the balcony halfway and opened the

drapes, letting in more light, the soothing sound of

the breaking waves, and a light breeze.

After doing her neck, Sridhar lowered the sheet to

just above her waist, exposing the smooth skin of her

back covered only by a black bra. He proceeded to work

on her back earnestly. I then casually reached over,

unhooked her bra and let it fall to her sides. My wife

appeared a little hesitant at first, but then acted

like it was no big deal. The sides of her breasts were

now partly visible to us. My wife is a rather small

girl -- very petite, with relatively small breasts,

but quite a curvy figure otherwise, with a small waist

and full hips. Sridhar started earnestly working on

her back, and it was clear that she was enjoying it a

lot. It was interesting to see the contrast of his

dark hands on the fair skin of her back.

I largely stopped doing anything at this point and

simply watched him working on her lower back. As he

lowered the sheets below her waist, the top of her

pink panties came into view. It was clear that the

panties were going to get in the way, so I asked him

to stop and gently raised my wife's hips and lowered

the panties to her knees, while still keeping her

covered with the sheet. I then lowered the sheets till

nearly her entire bottom was exposed. She was more

hesitant this time, but by now she was so much into

the massage that she didn't resist. I then motioned to

Sridhar to continue, and he complied with a shy smile.

My wife has a gorgeous, shapely ass, a little too big

for her otherwise small frame, but nevertheless very

soft, round and inviting. She held her legs closely

together so we couldn't see anything between her legs,

but I was starting to get hard just thinking about my

wife's ass on display to a virtual stranger. Sridhar

continued to work on her lower back and seemed too shy

to go lower, so I got some more oil and started

working on one of her ass cheeks and motioned to

Sridhar to work on the other, and he complied. My wife

really likes to get her ass massaged and started

slowly squirming in pleasure. I let Sridhar work on

both her ass cheeks at the same time, as he was doing

a much better job than I was. It was incredibly sexy

to watch him firmly knead her ample buttocks that were

dripping with oil. He kept at it for several minutes

while she started to really respond to his hands,

arching her back and raising her hips a little, and

started rubbing her thighs together. The sheet got

lowered even further to mid-thigh and we started

getting glimpses of her pussy. Sridhar was a gentleman

and kept raising the sheet to cover her. This went on

for a while and I started to wonder if she was going

to get off on just getting her ass rubbed.

My wife seemed to relax after a while. Sridhar stopped

and raised the sheet all the way to her shoulders and

raised the lower end of the sheet above her knees so

he could work on her legs. I slipped off her panties

that were still around her knees, and raised the sheet

even further, till just below her buttocks. I then

rested for a while, enjoying the sight of Sridhar

working on my wife's shapely legs. The strong smell of

the massage oil filled the room and there was a

delicious sexual tension in the air. Sridhar bent her

legs at the knees, spending ample time on the soles of

her feet and kneading her toes one at a time, which I

know she loves. He then went up higher and higher, all

the way up her legs, till he was inches away from her

pussy.

When he was done with her legs, he pulled the sheet

down and told her to turn over, while he held the

sheet in place. After she rolled over onto her back, I

removed the bra that was undone earlier and lifted her

hands to take it away from her. My wife seemed like

she was half-asleep and she kept her eyes shut, though

I caught her stealing glances at us occasionally.

Sridhar then raised one of her hands and started

working on her forearms. His hands sometimes rubbed

against her cleanly shaven underarms, which seemed to

tickle her. The sheet was covering the top of her

breasts. I decided to push the envelope a little and

boldly lowered the sheet to her waist, exposing her

breasts, stomach and navel. My wife acted like she

didn't even notice, and kept her eyes tightly shut. My

wife's breasts seemed smaller than normal since she

was on her back. But they were firm, and her nipples

stood out clearly, very perky and dark against the

fair skin of her breasts, and in spite of the heat,

she seemed to be getting goose bumps. As I did with

her buttocks, I started massaging one of her breasts,

and motioned to Sridhar to do the same. He readily

followed my example with a shy grin, and soon was

kneading her breasts with both his hands. I gently

tweaked one of her nipples between my thumb and index

finger, as if to show Sridhar what to do. He avoided

playing directly with her nipples, but he was cupping

each of her breasts firmly in his hands as he was

massaging them. My wife again started squirming and

rubbing her thighs together, and I was sure that she

was starting to get all wet by now. Sridhar then

slowly worked down to her waist and she seemed to cool

down again.

When he was done with her waist, he pulled up the

sheet again to her shoulders and raised the lower end

so that he could work on the front of her legs,

starting with her knees and working downwards. Feeling

adventurous, I reached over and raised the sheet all

the way to her waist, completely exposing her thighs

and pubic area. My wife again didn't react, though I

was sure that she was very conscious of what I was

doing. Sridhar appeared a little flustered, and kept

his eyes focused on her knee that he was working on,

as if to avoid looking at her pussy. My wife normally

keeps her pubic area completely shaven, but this time

due to our trip to India, she hadn't had a chance to

shave for the last three weeks, so she had a fine

growth of dark brown hair between her legs. She kept

her legs pressed closed together so we couldn't really

see much of her pussy. I was going to have none of

that, so I gently spread her legs apart till her pussy

lips, which were visibly moist, clearly came into

view. I got some oil and started working on her inner

thighs, which I know is very stimulating for her. I

could feel her tremble at my touch and I motioned to

Sridhar to join me. Soon we had her legs spread enough

so that both of us could work on her inner thighs. I

then let Sridhar take over, and he worked on the sides

and insides of her thighs, but careful to avoid

touching her pussy. My wife seemed to lose much of her

modesty at this point, and started arching her back

and raising her hips to meet his hands, though she

still kept her eyes closed. It was clear to me that

she wanted to get off. I let Sridhar continue to tease

her for several minutes, and then I gently covered her

pubic mound with my hands and started rubbing her clit

and pussy lips with my fingers. I slowly inserted a

finger into her pussy and found her to be very wet as

I had expected. I rubbed her clit with my wet finger

as Sridhar continued to work on her thighs.

Sridhar hesitated a little when I motioned him to take

over my place, but then started massaging her pubic

area with a nervous grin on his face. He started

rubbing her clit with the well-oiled middle finger of

his left hand, while his right hand covered the area

around and below her pussy lips. He now seemed to be

focussed on getting her off. It was clear that he was

not new to this because he seemed to be pretty good at

it. Soon my wife bent her knees and lifted her ass

almost entirely off the bed, responding to the finger

on her clit. Sridhar kept at this for several minutes

while I went over to her head, and gently started

massaging her shoulders and breasts. I could feel my

wife's body stiffen as she was responding to Sridhar's

caresses. This was almost too much for me, to watch my

wife being fondled in the most intimate way by a

strange guy, while she was completely exposed to the

two of us. I really felt like I would come in my

shorts. My wife's breath quickened and she bit her

lower lips and then gradually appeared to relax.

Though she did not make a sound, it was clear to me

that she had gotten off. Sridhar knew it also, and he

stopped and pulled the covers over her, letting her

rest for a while. I then bent down and kissed her

gently on the mouth, taking her lips into my mouth,

while Sridhar looked on.

My wife came around soon enough, and sat up in bed

with a sheepish smile. She got over the embarrassment

soon, and started talking to Sridhar about the massage

oil and whether she needs to take a shower. He told

her not to, as the oil is good for the skin. She then

told me that it is my turn, and only then I remembered

that I had asked planned on getting a massage as well.

Of course, my wife now wanted to join in the massage,

and I tried to get out of it, as I do not enjoy

massages as much as my wife. But she insisted, and

Sridhar seemed to be keen on it also, so I gave in. My

wife got out of bed completely naked and proceeded to

put on her bra and panties, her body still glistening

with the oil. It then struck me that she was going to

massage me with just her bra and panties on, and I was

again hard. Sridhar re-arranged the sheets on the bed

as before and asked me to change and climb under the

sheet.

My massage was quite similar to my wife's, except that

I wasn't too concerned about the sheet and got rid of

it early on, so for most of my massage I was

completely in the buff. I was surprised to see that my

wife, who was very quiet during her massage, now

became her usual chatty self and was talking to

Sridhar about all sorts of things. Sridhar showed her

some strokes to try and she would practice them on my

back. She found out that he was married and had

several kids. He had been working at the hotel for

about a year and used to work at a clinic previously.

He said that the hotel did not officially allow him to

massage women, as traditionally in India only women

were allowed to massage other women. But many of his

clients at the hotel were foreign couples and he did

massages for the wives when asked, but it was uncommon

for him to massage an Indian wife. I noticed that he

was less shy while working on me, and thoroughly

kneaded my buttocks and thighs and didn't seem to mind

brushing against my private parts as he worked.

When I turned over on my back, I was very hard and I

stayed that way, except that I would lose it once in a

while and then again get hard when they worked on a

spot that was particularly stimulating. I kept my eyes

open and really enjoyed watching my wife, clad only in

her lacy black bra and pink bikini panties working on

me with poor Sridhar, who of course was fully clothed

and seemed to be drenched in sweat. Two pairs of hands

working on me was almost too much stimulation for me

to handle. My wife would occasionally glance at my

hard-on and then look at Sridhar and grin. I knew that

she would have to do something to relieve me at the

end because the tension was getting to be too much.

When she gave me massages at home, she would usually

finish me off with her hand or mouth, or we would end

up having sex. As I expected, when the massage was

nearly over, she got some oil and took my cock in her

hand and started rubbing up and down while she gently

played with my balls with her other hand. For his

part, Sridhar helped out by working on my inner

thighs. The sensation was too much for me as I was

already on the edge. The feel of the warm oil and

wife's soft hands on my cock set me off. I came within

a few minutes, taking her by surprise and spilling a

bigger-than-normal amount of cum on her hands and my

stomach and thighs, while Sridhar looked on. She then

looked at Sridhar with a big smile, as she continued

to gently pump my cock. Sridhar got a towel and they

both cleaned me up together.

It was already more than half-an-hour past the end of

our appointed time and Sridhar was in a hurry to

leave. He got out a sheet to get my signature for his

payment, and my wife signed the sheet. I just sat up

in bed, still naked, as I was too spent to get out. My

wife then got her handbag out and gave him a fairly

large tip, all the while wearing just her bra and

panties. Sridhar thanked us and left and we never saw

him again.