After we talked about each other's fantasies, not much had happened except for discovering my wife's hidden exhibitionist side. A month later our kid was going on a 4-day camping trip to Malaysia, so we had some time alone. It was during the week, rather than planning on going for a short trip to nearby countries, I wanted to try something new from our fantasy list. Actually from my list.
One of the fantasies she showed interest in was getting an erotic massage, either with me or just by herself while I was with her. I thought it was quite entertaining to fantasize about the scene itself... both of us being naked and getting massages by therapists of the opposite sex. Or I would be happy to be with her while she gets a massage from a masseur, ending either in a threesome or just her and the masseur having a wild sex in front of me.
My wife is not particularly outgoing, but I knew she had some adventurous spirit, so I decided to explore this before it got too late. I booked an erotic massage done by a masseur from a popular adult site in Southeast Asia. She seemed OK with the idea. I asked her whether she preferred the massage at home or in a hotel, and she chose home.
She thought it was just a massage without any sex because I downplayed it as a tantric massage, saying it was good for middle-aged women's energy flow and might involve touching the breasts or genitals over clothes. I assured her the masseur would only provide stimulation, and we could do our thing with or without him, let him join in or not, totally her call. But I told the masseur to be ready for anything, including bringing condoms, even though my wife didn't think it would go that far.
On the evening of the appointment, I poured my wife her favorite champagne to set the mood. She was nervous, asking about safety and potential risks, but I reassured her we could stop anytime if she felt uncomfortable. The masseur, calling himself Surie, showed up at 8 sharp. He was a mid 30s Chinese Malaysian with a good physique and a slightly gay vibe. I offered him champagne, but he said he would have it later. After some chit-chat and a few Q&As about our sexual experiences (we were mostly plain vanilla but had started exploring), I felt more confident about the session.
Surie asked if my wife was ready for the massage. When she said okay, he told her to change into a bra and panties or a bikini that could get oily and offered her an eye mask for comfort. While she got ready in the bedroom, I told Surie I'd let him know if we could move to the next level. He checked in with me to make sure I was OK with everything, and I reassured him. I was already getting excited picturing my wife getting completely exposed in front of this stranger.
I asked Surie if I could take pictures or videos, and he said it was cool as long as his face didn't show. So, I put my phone in my pocket, checked if my wife was ready, and then headed to the bedroom with Surie. After he set up the bed with large towels and prepared the oils, he asked wife to lie down with the eye mask on and covered her with big towels. Surie pulled out some oils from his bag and had my wife smell them to see if she liked them, really showing his pro side. I said I'd grab the leftover champagne to chill a bit and enjoy the show.
When I came back with champagne, Surie said he needed to prep too and went into the shower. Our master bathroom has this big glass wall facing the bed, so you can see everything. Surie had a lean, waxed body with a pretty decent package. After a quick shower, he came out in loose black silk boxers. I shared the scene with my wife to get her imagination going, and she asked if it was really okay. I reassured her, giving her butt a squeeze and told her not to worry.
With the room dimly lit, Surie came back with two big towels and covered my wife completely, leaving only her head exposed. He took his time, massaging her arms, neck, and shoulders with care, avoiding any unnecessary contact. When he got to her back, he noticed her bra was in the way and looked at me, asking with his eyes if he could undo it. I gestured for him to ask her directly. My wife hesitated for a moment, so I jumped in, saying it was probably best to remove it to better make him do his job. I nodded at Surie, who then unhooked her bra without taking it off immediately. Instead, he slowly slid his hands under her arms, gently stimulating her as he moved the straps down. He carefully lifted her arms slightly away from her body, exposing the sides of her boobs as she lay there.
Surie continued to work his hands down my wife's back and sides, taking his time. He removed the towel covering her lower half and switched from spreading oil with his hands to pouring it directly on her thighs, massaging thoroughly from her knees to ankles. When he moved back up to inner thighs, he poured more oil and rubbed deeply but stopped short of her panties. Wife let out a sigh and spread her legs a bit in response, as if signaling him. Surie took the hint, oiled his hands again, and slid them under her panties, gently squeezing her butt. She let out a short moan again, and the panties lifted enough that you could almost see her crack from the side.
Surie continued stimulating her butt and arsehole through her panties before sliding them off. Wife lifted her hips to make it easier for him, showing no resistance. Once her panties were off, she lay there completely naked and glistening with oil, looking incredibly sexy. Surie stood up, dropped his trunks, and applied oil to his half-hard dick and stomach. Then, he got into a push-up position over wife, rubbing himself slowly up and down her thighs and butt. Her legs spread wider, and Surie was now fully erect. His erected cock was slightly curved upwards, perfect for hitting any woman's G spot easily.
It almost looked like they were already doing it, the way they moved together so naturally and sensually. Surie hadn't actually put his penis inside her yet, but it was like he was. Wife seemed like she couldn't take it any longer, so Surie stood up and told her to turn over. She turned over, covering her chest with her hands, and Surie covered the towel over her again.
Starting at her collarbone and moving down slowly to her chest, Surie began massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples with his hands. Wife started to get really excited, writhing and moaning more as he hit her sweet spots. If it were me, I would've gone straight to penetration by now, but Surie hadn't even started on the main event. Overcome with arousal, wife reached out for me, but I guided her hand to grasp Surie's hard cock instead. She hesitated for a moment, then gripped it tightly and began stroking.
Once Surie moved his hands from her chest to her belly, I kept teasing my wife's rock-hard nipples, all covered in oil. Finally, Surie got in between her legs and started working her clit over with his hands and tongue, checking out our reactions the whole time.
