It happened when we were in Bombay (Now Mumbai) in Colaba area. Summer in Bombay is very humid. The people leaving in the flats are upper middle class. Air conditioners were not very common then. It takes time, particularly for new arrivals, to get adjusted to the high humidity of the city. Sweating carries it's own ailments in the form of itches. I am bushy down there and was not in a habit of shaving or trimming. A few times my husband also complained, when he tried to go down on me but I told him it is tit for tat. You clean and I clean.
He said, "How can I, men are not suppose to."
"Who says so. I too have the same inconvenient when I go down on you. You ask for more than what I ask?" was my smug reply.
We were young and very adventures in our sex plays. Nothing was taboo in my husband's dictionary. He says you loose being shy at two places, daster and bister (while eating or fucking).
Our neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Sharma. Sharma was in the army and was away from the house most of the times. Mrs. Sharma, in her thirties was a bit on the plump side but was very attractive. I called her didi and she too treated me as her younger sister.
A maratha lady ( Natives from Bombay), a female help Rukmani Bai, use to visit their flat She was a bit on the squat side but was strong and agile. I saw her always in neat and clean white sarees ( an Indian attire). A number of times I saw her carry some colorful bottles and when enquired she said they were herbal perfumed oil good for the body massage.
When I asked Mrs. Sharma she said, "Rukmani bai is a good masseur in addition to excellent house keeper. I use her help when I feel tired. She is a bit on the expensive side but her herbal oils are excellent."
When I gave this information to my husband he said, "Why don't you try also but on one condition. I should also get the same treatment what ever you get."
"How it is possible, she may be doing it only for the ladies." I said.
"Why don't you ask her, she doesn't look shy to me? I saw her climbing the stairs, in front of me, and her hip movements were a bit more than normal, may be for my sake as I was watching. She doesn't look very old, may be in her early thirties." was my husband's reply.
One day I gathered enough courage to call Rukmani bai in my flat, offered her tea, and enquired about massage and my husband's proposal. She agreed for both and the day of appointment was fixed as coming Saturday, when my husband would be at home.
"Is it OK if my husband watches if you do me?"
"I don't mind if he is your husband or lover. I can even do it to your husband, also, if he is interested. I am professional you know" she said.
During this conversation I was itching and I rubbed my bush, once or twice, discreetly.
"Madam don't you shave there? Most of the ladies and gents, in our city, shave. You know it is the heat and humid climate. It will be much more fun for your Mister also." She asked when she saw my discreet rubbing. "I may be of help to you as I shave also in addition to massage." She added.