My wife and I had checked into the resort after several weeks of a punishing work schedule. All we wanted now was to chill out and do as little as possible. We saw in the resort information that it offered a "married couples only" tension-buster massage. We decided to give it a go. We checked into the health and beauty suite and were shown down a short passageway to a door bearing the sign "married couples only". We went in.
The room was decorated in soft pastels, large plants and subdued recessed lighting. We were aware of a haunting perfume and relaxing New Age music coming from hidden speakers. Glancing around the room we saw two cubicles with a note to please shower and use the wraparound towels. We entered the showers and after finishing, wrapped the warm fluffy white towels around ourselves. Unsure of what to do next, we decided to lie face down on each of our couches and await events.
Soon the door opened and two people came in. They were young, in their twenties, tanned and fit with that scrubbed exercised look I always envy in people who have time to keep themselves looking good. They introduced themselves as our personal masseurs who would help to remove all the stresses and strains of modern living and help us satisfy ourselves in ways that we couldn't achieve ourselves. Definitely intrigued now, we lay face down on the couches and I was asked to take the one just behind that of my wife. At the time I didn't know why but as time went on it became apparent.
The male masseur pulled back the towel from my wife so that her back and buttocks were exposed. The same happened to me and the masseurs stepped forward to begin their art. Looking forward, I idly noticed that my wife had a tight ass with firm well defined cheeks without a hint of a bikini line to spoil the golden tan. "Hmm", I thought, "I wonder when she was able to sunbathe nude".
I could see that my wife was nervously biting the bottom of her lip and her eyes began to take on a startled look as her thighs were gently prized apart. She was always coy about revealing her body and I knew that this massage was a big step for her. From where I lay I could see the firm outline of her ass cheeks as they vanished under her thighs. As her thighs were progressively parted I watched with increasing excitement as more and more of her body was revealed. I could now make out the protuberant cunt lips that were squashed and pushing back slightly on the towel.
She had always been embarrassed at her pubic bulge especially in her swimsuit where she thought it protruded too much. I loved to stare at it whenever I could fantasising about one of those rare opportunities with our stressed work schedules when I could bury myself in her glorious bush. The masseur was at her ankles bending over slightly as he manipulated the soft flesh of her thighs. His thick thumbs worked up the rear of her thighs kneading and pressing the flesh as it slowly approached her exposed buttocks. I was now enjoying a voyeurs' excitement and could feel my cock hardening as I could see the masseurs thumbs gently skirting across her labia as he massaged her buttocks. Every time he pressed and kneaded her cheek it alternatively revealed and then covered her cunt framed by the dark bush that nestled between her thighs.
My own masseuse seemed to sense my increasing excitement as I shifted on the couch trying desperately to squash down my erection. Her firm fingers had reached my own buttocks and their tips were lightly circling my testicles. My penis began to throb and jerk beneath me. My wife's face was turned towards me with a dreamy faraway expression. After what seemed an age of the kneading, stretching and pulling of our aching muscles, the masseurs tapped our shoulders to indicate that we should turn over onto our backs and softly moved away to respect our modesty. We gripped the towels around our bodies. The lights dimmed slightly.
I looked again at my wife: her eyes had closed and I could see a faint flush across her features and the top of her chest. I could not conceal my erection as it bowed out from the loose folds of the soft material of my towel. I found it impossible to prevent it twitching and throbbing. The masseurs returned. My eyes startled with shock: they were both completely naked.
The man had a tanned body with well defined muscles but what drew my eyes like a magnet was the huge circumcised penis that swung from side to side as he walked. The large oiled dome was the size of a small plum and my 6" that I could feel beneath me pressed hard into the couch appeared puny in the extreme. He approached my wife's couch where she lay, relaxed and drowsy. Her eyes were closed.
His strong hands slowly slid down the towel that covered her torso revealing her breasts. She murmured and shifted slightly on the couch. He began to knead the tops of her shoulders and as his movements circled inwards, the edges of his hand caught the swell of her breasts and then her brown nipples. They hardened with the regular stimulation until they stood firmly upright, their brown thickness outlined perfectly against the light pastels in the room. I noticed that my wife had unconsciously begun to lift her hips very slightly almost with the rhythm of the massage.
Meanwhile, my masseuse had asked my to swivel round so I was now facing forward. I could see my wife's breath had quickened and her nipples were now standing proud and firm from her body. I was facing the hard breasts of the masseuse who was leaning across as she began work on my chest. Her own pink nipples were erect and just inches from my eyes. Her fingers slid down my chest to my lower torso where they began to circle the muscle group there in light butterfly movements. I could sense my muscles begin to spasm with the sheer sensuality and lightness of her touch. Her fingers caught the edge of my penis where it jutted out from the towel but she did not linger. This occasional touch caused my penis to bounce and twitch, aching for some physical relief.
