Garden of Earthly Delights Massage

Aunt Pam's heart was in the right place when she gifted my wife Veronika and I a couple's session at The Garden of Earthly Delights Spa, but she couldn't have known it was something neither of us wanted. True Veronika loves spas, massages, and being pampered. However, her idea of a relaxing time means being as far away from me as possible. As for me, I had never had a massage before, partially due to lack of interest, but partially due to being a little self-conscious about my hairy body, and having a stranger's hands exploring it.

Arriving at the spa, we were greeted by a gorgeous Asian hostess that gave us the basic rundown, mentioning how it was mandatory to take a private shower before exploring the rest of the facility. Given the option, Veronika would've much preferred to shower alone, but the hostess arranged for us to share one. She left us with some body wash, robes, and towels, and wished us a most relaxing and satisfying day.

Honestly, it must've been two or three years since my wife and I had actually showered together, and I was excited for the opportunity. Age had taken an inevitable toll on Veronika's body, but she still looked great for a woman in her late thirties, with big, slightly sagging breasts, milky white skin, and tattoos in places that only I ever got to see.

My natural inclination was to explore her body, but as I tried to wipe her back down with suds, she was initially resistant. But I remained persistent, gently caressing her body as I kissed the nape of her neck, and delicately nibbled on her ear lobes, something that never failed to turn her on. "You're just insatiable," she commented in a playful manner.

As I continued nibbling her ears and whispering sweet nothings, Veronika became more and more receptive to letting me explore her body. I'd always been a sucker for her big, jiggly ass, and this is where my hands went. As I cupped my hand between her legs and reached for her clit, she told me not to be so eager. "How about you spank me?" she suggested instead.

I did as I was told, giving her a nice, firm open-handed slap on her juicy booty, enough to leave a red imprint of my hand. "That's the best you got?" she teased.

With that I got a bit more primal, really rearing back and letting it fly, smacking her ass, and actually gripping her flesh before letting go. I then slapped her ass side to side a few times before I started getting a little self-conscious about others hearing us. "You're such a naughty girl," I said, cupping two handfuls of ass.

"Well you know just how naughty I like it," she intoned, bending over and spreading her cheeks.

I knew my wife well enough to know exactly what she wanted, and I obliged, kneeling before her and letting my tongue probe her ass, rimming her tight flower with the same tenderness I might use if I were kissing her mouth. I was essentially making out with her anus, french kissing it with my tongue, even letting it slide inside her. I'd always enjoyed the taboo nature of this act, but knowing we were in a public place made it all the hotter.

Prior to dating Veronika I had never tasted this naughty spot on the female body before, but there was something about Veronika's ass that brought it out of me, that made me want to explore it deeply and lovingly with my tongue. But the first time I'd tasted her in this way, it was for the selfish reason that I figured giving her a rimjob meant that she would pretty much have to blow me in return. Unfortunately Veronika hated giving head, but performing analingus on her was one of the few ways to get her to service me in this way.

Feasting on Veronika's delicate rose did not quite have the desired effect, and after tasting her for a few minutes, she turned to face me and jack me off. It wasn't long until I got greedy and said, "I want your mouth."

"Yeah?" she said, stroking me tenderly. "Where do you want my mouth? Here?" she asked, kissing my nipple. "Or what about here?" she inquired, kissing my navel.

She kept playing this game, kissing up and down my torso, before moving to my thighs, narrowing in closer and closer towards my throbbing penis. "I think you want me to kiss you here," she said, cupping my penis and pressing it to her lips.

She gave my mushroom head the tiniest, quickest little peck, and withdrew. "We should get out of the shower before we prune up," she suggested, much to my chagrin.

Despite some minor protesting, I wasn't able to score a blowjob off her, and left the shower with a severe case of blue balls.

The whole spa experience was completely foreign to me, so I followed Veronika's lead in not bothering to dress after toweling off. She explained to me how spa's of this variety were almost always clothing optional, and that there were often separate women's, men's, and mixed rooms.

I was already a little self-conscious about being nude in front of others, given my hairy body and ridiculous shorts tan line on my tan body. But the fact that I had a full on erection made matters even worse. I tried explaining to Katrina that I was uncomfortable walking into a room of strangers all bricked up, but she insisted it was completely normal at places like this, and that nobody would even notice.

Taking her at her word, I followed her to the coed spa room, which was a beautiful, large space with lots of natural light, and a tropical decor featuring many palm trees and birds of paradise. There were numerous mineral baths designed for solo bathers or couples, plus one big communal pool in the center. The pool was occupied by a few old men, but most of the smaller tubs were empty, save for a younger couple bathing in the far corner, and a young woman, probably in her low twenties, bathing in the tub nearest the door.

As far as I could tell this woman was the only person actually wearing a swimsuit, so the fact that she immediately noticed my erection when we walked in was all the more embarrassing. The moment obviously embarrassed her as well, because her reaction was to turn bright red, while smiling nervously, and quickly turning away. But once we walked past, from the corner of my eye I noticed that she took another quick peek.

The tub we chose for our mineral bath was somewhat secluded behind ferns and banana tree leaves, but did not offer total privacy from the rest of the facilities. Tropical themed, ambient music played from a speaker above the tub.

Once in the tub, Veronika gave the impression that she craved solo time, putting her arms up, head back, and closing her eyes. I tried to do the same, only I'd intermittently open my eyes to see if I could steal a glance at the female half of the nude couple in a nearby tub, but to no avail.

But remembering a nude woman was sitting right next to me, I cuddled up next to Veronika and started nibbling her shoulder. "You really don't understand how to do spas." she commented with eyes closed.

"Is it more like this?" I suggested, nibbling at her neck.

"It's more like letting me relax," she said, while sending the contradictory message of running her hand through my hair.

"I can help you relax," I said, kissing a trail up the nape of her neck to her ears.

She continued to let me kiss her, but gave almost no response. But in time I wore her down, and she turned towards me, and invited my mouth to hers. While we kissed, my hands found their way to her breasts.

As I kneaded her breasts, I snuck a glance at the nearby couple, and could tell that they were doing their best not to stare, but couldn't resist taking the occasional glance. This made the act all the hotter for me, and my penis started twitching under the water.

It was quite evident that it needed some attention, and unwilling to wait much longer, I took Veronika's hand and placed it on my erection. She'd never cared much for me doing this, but I guess she felt she still owed me a bit for feasting on her asshole, so she obliged me by making love to my cock with her hand.

The kissing grew more frenetic, and sloppier as she masturbated me, and while my tongue took in the sweet flavors of her lips, I wanted again to taste her somewhere that was a little sluttier and more taboo. "I want to eat your ass some more," I whispered in her ear.

She responded by telling me I was crazy, and that an act like that was unacceptable in a public setting, even one that encouraged nudity and hedonism. But the alternative of getting my dick worked by her delicate hands wasn't such a bad option, so I simply tilted my head back, taking in the tacky tropical decor, as she kissed my lips and body, stroking me delicately.

While I was having sex with her hand, one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen entered the room. Completely nude with creamy skin, numerous tattoos, and an anime style haircut, she looked to be of Japanese or other East Asian descent. She walked with complete and utter confidence, sashaying her body like wanted to be the center of attention. I almost let myself fall into a state of hypnotism as I watched her surprisingly wide hips swaying from side to side, all the time focusing my gaze intently on her minimal landing strip.

Veronika, who's bisexual, certainly noticed her too, commenting on her beauty and style. "I need to get a tattoo like that," she mentioned, referencing a dragon tattoo that wrapped around the beauty's thigh. "Fuck, she's hot."

You'd think it would've been a godsend having a wife that was comfortable so openly commenting on other women, but I still preferred engaging in that kind of talk only when around the guys. "Yeah, she's cute," I replied, trying to sound neutral.

Veronika rolled her eyes while she kept jacking me off, only her strokes were subconsciously getting faster as she became aroused by the hot Asian in our midst. And even as this woman walked closer and closer towards us, Veronika didn't stop touching me. Due to the jets being on it would've been hard for anyone to see what was happening under the water, but seeing Veronika's arm pump up and down, along with the look of sheer bliss on my face, it wouldn't have been hard to deduce what was transpiring.

I'm pretty sure this nude, Asian beauty knew exactly what was happening as she walked by us, making brief eye contact and smiling. Once she passed, having chosen a bath not too far from us, Veronika said, "You should have asked her to join."

I couldn't tell if she said this in jest or not, so I just let out a stupid, fake laugh, and went back to kissing her. But as we kissed I made sure to keep tabs on the Asian beauty, periodically shooting a gaze towards her bath. She still hadn't actually gotten in, but was sitting on the edge, scooping up handfuls of water she was methodically letting fall over her shoulders and breasts. At one point I watched as she let water run down her landing strip to her pussy, and rubbed herself in a suggestive way.

When she finally got in the bath, she did so by standing on the step, flagrantly bending over to show her ass, and scooping up water that she ran over her thighs and buttocks. She then slipped in, kicking her head back and closing her eyes, similar to what Veronika had done.

This was more than enough to get me ready to bust my nut then and there, but feeling my dick pulsating in her hand, Veronika knew what was about to happen, and suddenly stopped. "Not yet," she said, leaving me to wonder when exactly she was planning on getting me off, and how.

But no matter, I wanted to give her some pleasure too, so wrapping my arm around her, I lifted up her petite body, and bent her over the side of the jacuzzi. Then pinning her down by the neck, I started licking and kissing her supple buttcheeks. "What the fuck are you doing? We're in public!" she cried, obviously perturbed.

My horniness had overpowered my common sense, so I sheepishly apologized, and let her go, after which we got out of the bath.

I didn't have the slightest idea how massage protocol was supposed to work, so as we prepared to get out of the tub and walk towards the massage center, I peppered Veronika with a million questions. Mostly I wanted to know what amount, if any, clothing I was supposed to wear, to which Veronika gave me a vague answer. Nonetheless, after exiting the jacuzzi she slipped on a robe, and I did the same. Neither of us had anything underneath.

When we got to the center, we were greeted by a gorgeous woman with an otherworldly figure. Atypical of most Asian women I'd known, she had a monumentally large ass that was on full display in skin tight, damn near transparent leggings, and large, most-likely fake boobs that were barely hidden by a bright red tank top. If I had to guess, I'd say she was Filipina.

Veronika and I were holding hands when we first met this woman, and I could tell by the way she squeezed mine tight that she was quite turned on. The woman introduced herself as Mazey, and verified the kind of massage we booked, along with going over some basic rules. When she was done with her spiel, she mentioned that a second masseuse would be arriving soon, and asked which of us would like to be with her.

I was certainly intrigued by the idea of her large breasts grazing up against me as she worked my torso with her experienced hands, but Veronika was clearly thinking the same thing as well. Simultaneously we both said we'd be happy with her as our masseuse, but Veronika was more adamant about it. "That's fine," I said, masking my disappointment. "I'll go with the other one. I'm sure you would've been Mazey's first choice anyway."

Mazey, met my self-deprecating comment with a smile and an "oh you" handwave. She then went over our couple's massage options, which basically boiled down to whether we wanted to be in the same space, or separate. Wanting to get a glance or two of this Filipina sexbomb grinding on my nude wife, I suggested we go for the same room option. Veronika laughed at this notion, saying, "I love you hun, but I came here to relax, and you're not a relaxing guy. And I definitely don't need to hear your heavy breathing and weird grunts as I find my zen."

"Oh come on, I'm not that loud," I replied, feeling a tad offended.

"Trust me, it will be most enjoyable for both of us to have a little privacy."

So be it, I'd been in my marriage long enough to know it was a good idea to always quickly admit defeat in such arguments. And knowing that I wouldn't have the opportunity to watch Mazey's salacious body grinding up on Veronika, I shifted my thoughts to praying that I wouldn't be getting rubbed up by some giant Turkish dude, or the like.

As Mazey continued talking about how the massage would work, mentioning that we'd be in the same room but with a dark curtain drawn between us, my prayers were answered when the second masseuse walked in the room. To my utter astonishment, it was the nude Japanese woman we'd seen earlier at the baths, only now she was wearing a silk, backless top with a cherry blossom print that covered very little of her body, and a white, transparent sarong. As she turned around to grab some supplies, I was able to sneak a clear view of her ass, and she appeared to be wearing nothing but a g-string under the sarong.

I could tell by the way Veronika looked at her with a hint of envy that she wished she'd waited another minute before choosing a masseuse, but she was too polite to change her choice. In broken English the new masseuse introduced herself as Sayurii, mentioning that she'd seen us in the baths, and that we were a nice looking couple. I wondered if she'd seen us, when I'd made my ill-advised move to perform analingus on my wife, but she didn't mention it.

Once we explained to her that she was stuck with me, she cozied up, wrapping her arm around my waist, saying, "I will give you much pleasure."

Veronika practically burned a hole with her death stare upon hearing that, but I mostly chalked up the slight innuendo to an unfamiliarity with the language. The masseuses next led us to our room, and I made sure to walk just a step behind Sayurii to get a better view of her ass, and I was able to confirm she was wearing a g-string. This was enough for me to grow aroused underneath my robe, and I prayed that no one would notice.

The room they took us to was very spacious, with the same tropical theme and type of music that had complimented the bathing area. The ladies got all their supplies and oils set up, and Mazey drew a curtain between the massage tables, which were separated by a pretty good distance. Yet this still wasn't quite enough privacy for Veronika, who requested the low-fi music be turned up a tad before we began.

With the music going and everyone settled in, Sayurii told me I could remove my robe. Failing to meet her eyes and feeling myself turn red, I responded, "Uh...I've never actually gotten a massage before, and wasn't sure how this works, so I uh...don't have anything on underneath."

Sayurii nodded. "Yes, yes, this is okay. Or I get you towel?"

I wasn't totally sure what she meant, so I just said, "Yes, a towel would be good," and then immediately regretted it when I realized I missed out on a chance to show off my large penis.

Sayurii handed me a comically small towel, the kind that are typically found in hotel bathrooms, and continued to look at me afterwards. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure if I was supposed to strip down then and there. But Sayurii took my hesitancy for shyness, and turned her back. "I let you change," she said.

In my embarrassment my erection had subsided, but I was still a little chubbed up, which made wrapping the towel around my waist more challenging than it needed to be. "Okay," I said, letting Sayurii know I was ready.

"You like I not wear this?" she asked, fidgeting with the knot in her sarong.

Knowing nothing but a thin curtain separated me from my wife, I really should have just told her to keep it on. However, I continued to be non-committal in my responses to her inquiries, and told her to do whatever she was comfortable with.

As I could've guessed after seeing her shamelessly displaying her nude body in the baths, she was more comfortable without the sarong, so she let it drop to the floor, revealing incredibly skimpy black panties with a tiny bow in front that just ever so slightly covered her pussy.

I desired to see what they looked like from behind, but before I could, I was directed to lie down on the table. "This will be more comfortable for you," she said, untucking my towel to let it drape free over my ass.

Lying there looking directly at the curtain, I focused intently, seeing if I could hear anything coming from the other side. I wanted to know if there was a chance Veronika had heard Sayurii and I talking, but the music was playing at decent volume, and I couldn't hear so much as a peep from Mazey and my wife.

While I did this soundcheck of sorts, Sayurii immediately launched into her massage, pouring oil over my upper back and neck, and lathering it in. Pouring some into the cradle of my lower back, she surprised me by slipping her hands under my towel to work the oil into my ass. "You have nice, firm body," she commented while touching my ass, unquestionably the flabbiest part of my body.

"You have a really nice body too," I replied, not really knowing what else to say.

"I know you like. I saw you looking at me in bathhouse."

"Sorry," I said, turning beet red. "It's hard for me not to look when I see someone nude."

"It's okay, I like you to look," she intoned, while kneading her fingers into my lower back.

She continued working my torso up and down, usually stopping at the very top of my ass crack. During the process she mixed in many techniques I was completely unfamiliar with, including digging her elbows in the space between my shoulder blades, which hit the perfect balance between pleasure and pain.