My wife Wendy and I took a well deserved vacation after 25 years of marriage. With two grown up girls who had left home, we had our first vacation just the two of us on a Caribbean beach holiday. My wife was 44, a little plump, 5' 2" with straight shoulder length auburn hair and lovely blue eyes. Her best assets were her lovely legs and a pair of heavy dd breasts tipped with sensitive brown nipples. Whenever she dressed in a tight top or anything low cut her chest always drew admiring glances.
Well the second day of our holiday saw us on the mostly empty beach, being slightly out of season, behind some dunes in a sheltered spot all to ourselves. My wife in a lovely bright yellow string tied bikini her big breasts barely contained in the small top. As we lay their on our towels soaking up the sun I couldn't help but sneak quick glances at her lovely boobs that held their shape even when she was lying on her back.
As we lay there a man from the hotel approached our secluded spot. He was quite trim and young in a pair of baggy shorts and a tight shirt. He came up to us and introduced himself as the hotel masseur and offered a complimentary massage. I looked to Wendy to see her giving a swift look over his trim body and as she saw me looking at her blushed and sort of shrugged. A little excited about my rather staid wife looking a little lustfully at this young man I encouraged her to accept the free massage.
My wife lay face down on the towel her plump bottom looking very lovely. I sat back and watched the masseur put a little oil on his hands and kneel besides her. Beginning at her shoulders. His hands sliding over her skin, smoothing and rubbing, kneading and stroking. Not wishing to ruin my wife's string bikini he asked her to undo the knot and move the strings. My wife quickly complied and as the bikini was undone the sides slipped down, my wife's heavy breasts were quite exposed at the sides. The massage continued with his hands sliding all over my wife's back. Occasionally his hands would stroke along her sides almost brushing against the swelling sides of her boobs. I could see my wife relaxing and enjoying the massage with little moans of enjoyment occasionally