My wife, Vijaya and I were planning a trip to Pondichery for a much needed vacation last March. The weather was nice and we reached there by Indigo flight; our two kids staying with my in-laws.
Vijaya and I have been married for 13 years. We were from West Bengal; both from quite conservative Bengali family. Vijaya isn't your average 38 year old married lady though; she could easily pass for a 24 year old runway model. She's tall, 5 feet 4 inches tall, blonde, blue eyed and gorgeous. Her greatest assets are definitely her natural 36C's and 36 bottom, still as perky as they were when she was just married. Her housewife friends used to appreciate a lot to her about her front and back, she has a nice figure too.
Vijaya has always been conservative, but as far as I know, I'm the only man she's ever had sex with. I can say the same for me, but I had a few crush on her neighborhood housewife friends; never told to her.
I'm Rajiv; the age is 42; working in a well known company as engineer. I'm not quite tall, 5 feet 5 inches tall and in the best shape of my life. We do not have our own exercise equipment at home so try Yoga regularly. Vijaya thinks I have the perfect body for her but being a man, we usually wish I had not more in the cock department. I'm a little above average in size, about 5 inches long.
We've both not at all talked about fantasy partners while having sex but I fantasize about swinging or group sex with healthy people, attempting to participate in any of these. I don't think she'd ever go for it, but I'm a typical guy, I'm up for just about anything; but never discussed it, I knew she won't agree. After 13 years of normal sex life, I wanted to try out something different desperately.
Our trip to Pondichery was just going to be a short, three night stay. Just long enough to get a little sun and take the edge off the winter blahs.
Everything went perfectly, the flight down to Chennai was on time, and the weather forecast was perfect too. The temperature was going to be in the 30's for all three days. The hotel we stayed at was right on the beach with a fantastic view of the ocean, great pools, restaurants and night clubs.
On our first day in Pondichery, I noticed an advertisement in our hotel room for massages, given in the room by professionals. They actually would come to the room with a massage table, the cost only being Rs.2000 an hour. I thought it would be the perfect gift for Vijaya as complained a few times about body pain; she loved massages but never wanted to spend the money to have a real professional give her one.
I didn't tell her about it until we had settled in for the night, it was about eleven o'clock. I had a choice of having a man or a woman giving the massage so I chose a man, hoping for a good looking guy for her. I knew she'd love it after she got over the shock of someone coming to the room but it seemed innocent enough. I knew I'd enjoy the show and asked if I could be present when he came to the room, knowing also how uncomfortable she would be if I wasn't there.
"Hey babe, how would you like a massage tonight?" I asked.
"I'd love one; it's been a long day. Are you up for it tonight?' Vijaya answered.
"Well, actually, what would you say to have a professional come to the room with a massage table?" I said.
"I'd say it's a waste of money, but thank you for thinking of me."
"I've already paid for it; I'm expecting them to come to the door shortly. I'll have to call to cancel if you really don't want one."
"If you've already paid for it, maybe it would be nice, thank you," Vijaya said to my surprise.
"Wonderful! I hope it relaxes you. You've always wanted a real one," I said excitedly. "He should be here any minute!"
"He? I don't know about this. Couldn't you have hired a lady?"
"I could have but thought a pair of masculine hands would feel better to you."
"I guess so if you're comfortable with it," Vijaya said sheepishly.
"I'm very comfortable with it, I'll be right here with you."
A knock came from the door, our masseuse had arrived. I got up to answer the door, pleased as I opened it. Before me stood an olive skinned, very rugged man, wearing a sleeveless shirt and loose fitting shorts. He was absolutely ripped; he looked to be South Indian. He was carrying his table in one hand.
"Hello Sir, I'm here as requested for massage services. May I come in and set up?" the rugged, handsome man said.
"My name is Rabiul, you can call me Rabi if you like," he said.
"Pleased to meet you, please come in," I said; he is a Muslim guy.
Rabi came in, setting his table up next to the bed quickly. The table was small, with a thin mattress and a set of sheets folded on top as the table unfolded. I could sense the tension coming from Vijaya but also noticed her checking Rabi out. I can't remember her ever looking at anyone quite like that, other than me. I was actually a little turned on by it.
"Would you like to change into something madam or would you prefer to be nude under the sheets?" Rabi asked.
I knew she'd choose clothing, especially with me sitting right there. Instead, her response surprised me.
"If you'll turn around and face the other way, I'll get undressed and wrap myself in a sheet if you like," Vijaya said as she looked at me for a nod of approval.
I gave her the nod, still in shock at her response. My cock was already moving just thinking about my sexy wife naked with only a sheet covering her. I was wondering just how much she would be willing to expose or what he was planning to massage. He seemed very comfortable and secure with his job, he also seemed very professional about it.
To my surprise and delight, Vijaya disrobed right there as she climbed onto his table, pulling the sheet around her body as she lay on her stomach. I was getting very turned on at this point, my cock straining under my shorts. Vijaya noticed this, giving me a wink.
"I give my clients a choice madam, I massage fully clothed or can also disrobed to your level of desire. Would you like for me to remain fully clothed?" Rabi asked. "Also Sir, I can also massage you if you like."
"I'm going to just sit over here in the chair and enjoy watching if you don't mind," I said.
"I'd love for you to take your shirt off Rabi you look like you have a great chest," Vijaya said.
I was again surprised with how comfortable Vijaya was, maybe the wink meant something. I could tell she liked how this guy looked. He removed his shirt, exposing his huge, hairless chest. This guy definitely spent many hours a day in the gym and Vijaya was checking out every ripple, straining to hold her head up to take him all in.
My cock was so hard at this point, anticipating Rabi's hands caressing and massaging Vijaya. I was ready for whatever show he had in mind, maybe even hoping for the unthinkable.
"Please don't call me madam Rabi, call me Vijaya."
"OK Vijaya, are you ready? If anything makes you uncomfortable, please stop me," Rabi said.
"I'm sure I'll be comfortable with anything you do, you might want to ask him though", pointing towards me.
"I'm good with whatever you like Hun," I answered, my cock now very noticeably hard.
Rabi stepped toward Vijaya, pulling the sheet down just enough to begin massaging her shoulders and neck. His hands were huge and masculine, but definitely talented and gentle as well. I sat mesmerized watching him as Vijaya relaxed, enjoying the massage.
I was getting really turned on as Rabi stood so close to her, his crotch at her eye level. I swear she was stealing glances at it, checking him out. From what I could see, he had quite a bulge. I couldn't believe the thoughts going through my head now, naughty thoughts, wondering if she was thinking along the same lines.
Rabi continued massaging her upper back working his way slow and gently to her lower back, the sheet lowered now exposing the side of her naked tits, pressed firmly against the table. I swear I heard her moan in pleasure as he continued gently caressing her lower back, now rubbing her hips.
My cock was so hard; I shifted in my chair trying to reposition to take some of the pressure off my growing erection. Rabi discretely glanced toward me, noticing my excitement.
I could see Vijaya's breathing quicken, she was almost panting now, thoroughly enjoying his masterful work. Rabi could sense our arousal as he continued removing more of the sheet covering my sexy wife. He ass was now partially visible as he was now massaging her lower legs, the sheet inching downward as he massaged upward toward her thighs.