Wife's Massage

My wife is originally from India. She emigrated to the US from India several years ago. We go on vacation to India every few years, partly to visit her family and friends, and partly because it is a nice change of pace from our busy lives. The events in this story happened on one of those trips several years ago.

After the obligatory visits with her relatives and friends, my wife and I stayed for a few days at a beachside resort hotel in southern India. We stayed at a gorgeous beachside cottage with a great view of the ocean. This was in the middle of summer and it was too hot to go out during the day, so we ended up sitting on the balcony of our cottage and sipping cold drinks. In the evening, when the sun cooled down a bit, we would venture out to the beach, as my wife loves to play in the water. She wore a conservative one-piece swimsuit that showed off her curves nicely. She was getting appreciative looks from the men at the beach, both locals and tourists. It was always a turn-on for me to see other guys check her out.

On the second day that we were there, I noticed a small leaflet in the hotel guest directory mentioning "in-room massage by experienced therapist". This caught my eye because my wife loves massages. She had had a couple of professional massages in the US before and had enjoyed them immensely. It was a secret turn-on for me as well, to have her get a massage from a male therapist. Professional massages are not particularly sexual, but it was still very exciting for me to imagine another man touching her pretty intimately. The few times that she got a massage before (only one was from a male therapist), I wished that I could actually watch her getting the massage, but of course, it was not possible.

We were not particularly sure what a massage would be like in India, but I was curious and I finally called the hotel desk. The woman at the desk just asked me how many hours it was for, and I ended up getting an appointment for the next afternoon for two hours. We were still left wondering what to expect. The next day was to be the last day of our vacation, as we had to catch a flight back to the US the day after. I figured this would be a fun thing to try to complete a very pleasant couple of days we spent in India.

The next afternoon came and promptly at the appointed time, our therapist showed up. It turned out to be a guy as I had wished. He was a short Indian guy with a small build who appeared to be in his late thirties. He was quite dark-skinned, with a thick mustache and a friendly smile. As we found out later, his name was Sridhar, and he spoke just enough English to get by. Luckily my wife speaks the local language (Tamil) well and she ended up doing most of the talking. I told him that I wanted him to massage my wife first. I wasn't sure where he was going to do the massage, because he didn't bring a massage table. He just brought with him a box that contained some oils and creams. He then came into the bedroom and proceeded to change the sheets on the bed, using new sheets and towels that he took out of the bedroom drawers.

He left a plain white sheet on top and asked my wife to change clothes and get under the sheet. Sridhar and I then came out and stood on the balcony to allow my wife to change. So far things seemed to go pretty professionally. I knew that it would be especially exciting to have an Indian guy massage my wife because in India any physical contact between unrelated men and women is taboo. I wanted to make sure that I would be able to watch him closely as he worked on my wife's body. I told Sridhar, mostly using hand gestures, that I wanted to join in while he massages my wife. To my surprise, he readily understood me and told me with a big smile that it was fine by him, and proceeded to show me the massage oil that he had brought. It was coconut oil laced with some local herbs, with a strong but pleasant smell.

My wife then called out, saying she is ready, and we went in. My wife was lying on her stomach with the sheet over her, and I noticed right away that under the thin sheet, she was wearing her bra and panties. I figured that she was too shy to remove all her clothes given the circumstances, though she had removed all her clothes for previous massages. I then told her that I will be working on her with Sridhar, and she was pleasantly surprised. Sridhar then proceeded to lower the sheet to the middle of her back, exposing her neck and shoulders.

He then started working on her neck, after warming up the oil in his hands and moving her shoulder-length hair out of the way. It was clear that Sridhar was well-trained in what he was doing, and despite his small build, had big, muscular hands. I on the other hand was a total amateur, though I have exchanged massages with my wife several times. I started working on her hands, letting Sridhar do most of the hard work.

Sridhar and I soon started to sweat as it was getting very hot and humid inside, as I had switched off the A/C because my wife likes it to be warm while getting a massage. Sridhar was wearing what appeared to be a uniform provided by the hotel -- a white polo shirt with the hotel logo and blue pants. I was in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I went over and opened the glass door to the balcony halfway and opened the drapes, letting in more light, the soothing sound of the breaking waves, and a light breeze.

After doing her neck, Sridhar lowered the sheet to just above her waist, exposing the smooth skin of her back covered only by a black bra. He proceeded to work on her back earnestly. I then casually reached over, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to her sides. My wife appeared a little hesitant at first but then acted like it was no big deal. The sides of her breasts were now partly visible to us. My wife is a rather small girl -- very petite, with relatively small breasts, but quite a curvy figure otherwise, with a small waist and full hips. Sridhar started earnestly working on her back, and it was clear that she was enjoying it a lot. It was interesting to see the contrast of his dark hands on the fair skin of her back.

I mostly stopped doing anything at this point and simply watched him working on her lower back. As he lowered the sheets below her waist, the top of her pink panties came into view. It was clear that the panties were going to get in the way, so I asked him to stop and gently raised my wife's hips and lowered the panties to her knees, while still keeping her covered with the sheet. I then lowered the sheets till nearly her entire bottom was exposed. She was more hesitant this time, but by now she was so much into the massage that she didn't resist. I then motioned to Sridhar to continue, and he complied with a shy smile.

My wife has a gorgeous, shapely ass, a little too big for her otherwise small frame, but nevertheless very soft, round, and inviting. She held her legs close together so we couldn't see anything between her legs, but I was starting to get hard just thinking about my wife's ass on display to a virtual stranger. Sridhar continued to work on her lower back and seemed too shy to go lower, so I got some more oil and started working on one of her ass cheeks and motioned to Sridhar to work on the other, and he complied. My wife really likes to get her ass massaged and started slowly squirming in pleasure. I let Sridhar work on both her ass cheeks at the same time, as he was doing a much better job than I was. It was incredibly sexy to watch him firmly knead her ample buttocks that were dripping with oil.

Sridhar kept at it for several minutes while she started to really respond to his hands, arching her back and raising her hips a little, and started rubbing her thighs together. The sheet got lowered even further to mid-thigh and we started getting glimpses of her pussy. Sridhar was a gentleman and kept raising the sheet to cover her. This went on for a while and I started to wonder if she was going to get off on just getting her ass rubbed.

My wife seemed to relax after a while. Sridhar stopped and raised the sheet all the way to her shoulders and raised the lower end of the sheet above her knees so he could work on her legs. I slipped off her panties that were still around her knees, and raised the sheet even further, till just below her buttocks. I then rested for a while, enjoying the sight of Sridhar working on my wife's shapely legs. The strong smell of the massage oil filled the room and there was a delicious sexual tension in the air. Sridhar bent her legs at the knees, spending ample time on the soles of her feet and kneading her toes one at a time, which I know she loves. He then went up higher and higher, all the way up her legs, till he was inches away from her pussy.

When he was done with her legs, he pulled the sheet down and told her to turn over, while he held the sheet in place. After she rolled over onto her back, I removed the bra that was undone earlier and lifted her hands to take it away from her. My wife seemed like she was half-asleep and she kept her eyes shut, though I caught her stealing glances at us occasionally. Sridhar then raised one of her hands and started working on her forearms. His hands sometimes rubbed against her cleanly shaven underarms, which seemed to tickle her. The sheet was covering the top of her breasts. I decided to push the envelope a little and boldly lowered the sheet to her waist, exposing her breasts, stomach, and navel. My wife acted like she didn't even notice, and kept her eyes tightly shut. My wife's breasts seemed smaller than normal since she was on her back. But they were firm, and her nipples stood out clearly, very perky and dark against the fair skin of her breasts, and despite the heat, she seemed to be getting goosebumps.

As I did with her buttocks, I started massaging one of her breasts and motioned to Sridhar to do the same. He readily followed my example with a shy grin, and soon started softly kneading her breasts with both his hands. I gently tweaked one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger, as if to show Sridhar what to do. He avoided playing directly with her nipples, but he was cupping each of her breasts firmly in his hands as he was massaging them. My wife again started squirming and rubbing her thighs together, and I was sure that she was starting to get all wet by now. Sridhar then slowly worked down to her waist and she seemed to cool down again.

When he was done with her waist, he pulled up the sheet again to her shoulders and raised the lower end so that he could work on the front of her legs, starting with her knees and working downwards. Feeling adventurous, I reached over and raised the sheet all the way to her waist, completely exposing her thighs and pubic area. My wife again didn't react, though I was sure that she was very conscious of what I was doing. Sridhar appeared a little flustered and kept his eyes focused on her knee that he was working on as if to avoid looking at her pussy.

My wife normally keeps her pubic area completely shaven, but this time due to our travels, she hadn't had a chance to shave for the last three weeks, so she had a fine growth of dark brown hair between her legs. She kept her legs pressed close together so we couldn't really see much of her pussy. I was going to have none of that, so I gently spread her legs apart till her pussy lips, which were visibly moist, clearly came into view. I got some oil and started working on her inner thighs, which I know is very stimulating for her. I could feel her tremble at my touch and I motioned to Sridhar to join me.

Soon we had her legs spread enough so that both of us could work on her inner thighs. I then let Sridhar take over, and he worked on the sides and insides of her thighs but was careful to avoid touching her pussy. My wife seemed to lose much of her modesty at this point and started arching her back and raising her hips to meet his hands, though she still kept her eyes closed. It was clear to me that she wanted to get off. I let Sridhar continue to tease her for several minutes, and then I gently covered her pubic mound with my hands and started rubbing her clit and pussy lips with my fingers. I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy and found her to be very wet as I had expected. I rubbed her clit with my wet finger as Sridhar continued to work on her thighs.

Sridhar hesitated a little when I motioned him to take over my place, but then started massaging her pubic area with a nervous grin on his face. He started rubbing her clit with the well-oiled middle finger of his left hand, while his right hand covered the area around and below her pussy lips. He now seemed to be focused on getting her off. It was clear that he was not new to this because he seemed to be pretty good at it. Soon my wife bent her knees and lifted her ass almost entirely off the bed, responding to the finger on her clit. Sridhar kept at this for several minutes while I went over to her head, and gently started massaging her shoulders and breasts. I could feel my wife's body stiffen as she was responding to Sridhar's caresses.

This was almost too much for me, to watch my wife being fondled most intimately by a strange guy, while she was completely exposed to the two of us. I really felt like I would come in my shorts. My wife's breath quickened and she bit her lower lips and then gradually appeared to relax. Though she did not make a sound, it was clear to me that she had gotten off. Sridhar knew it also, and he stopped and pulled the covers over her, letting her rest for a while. I then bent down and kissed her gently on the mouth, taking her lips into my mouth, while Sridhar looked on.

My wife came around soon enough and sat up in bed with a sheepish smile. She got over the embarrassment soon, and started talking to Sridhar about the massage oil and whether she needs to take a shower. He told her not to, as the oil is good for the skin.

She then told me that it is my turn, and only then I remembered that I had asked and planned on getting a massage as well. Of course, my wife now wanted to join in the massage, and I tried to get out of it, as I do not enjoy massages as much as my wife. But she insisted, and Sridhar seemed to be keen on it also, so I gave in. My wife got out of bed completely naked and proceeded to put on her bra and panties, her body still glistening with the oil. It then struck me that she was going to massage me with just her bra and panties on, and I was again hard. Sridhar re-arranged the sheets on the bed as before and asked me to change and climb under the sheet.

My massage was quite similar to my wife's, except that I wasn't too concerned about the sheet and got rid of it early on, so for most of my massage I was completely in the buff. I was surprised to see that my wife, who was very quiet during her massage, now became her usual chatty self and was talking to Sridhar about all sorts of things. Sridhar showed her some strokes to try and she would practice them on my back. She found out that he was married and had several kids. He had been working at the hotel for about a year and used to work at a clinic previously. He said that the hotel did not officially allow him to massage women, as traditionally in India only women were allowed to massage other women. But many of his clients at the hotel were foreign couples and he did massages for the wives when asked, but it was uncommon for him to massage an Indian wife.

I noticed that Sridhar was less shy while working on me, and thoroughly kneaded my buttocks and thighs. He didn't seem to mind brushing against my private parts as he worked.

When I turned over on my back, I was very hard and I stayed that way, except that I would lose it once in a while and then again get hard when they worked on a particularly stimulating spot. I kept my eyes open and really enjoyed watching my wife, clad only in her lacy black bra and pink bikini panties working on me with poor Sridhar, who of course was fully clothed and seemed to be drenched in sweat. Two pairs of hands working on me was almost too much stimulation for me to handle.

My wife would occasionally glance at my hard-on and then look at Sridhar and grin. I knew that she would have to do something to relieve me at the end because the tension was getting to be too much. When she gave me massages at home, she would usually finish me off with her hand or mouth, or we would end up having sex. As I expected, when the massage was nearly over, she got some oil and took my cock in her hand, and started rubbing up and down while she gently played with my balls with her other hand. For his part, Sridhar helped out by working on my inner thighs.

The sensation was too much for me as I was already on edge. The feel of the warm oil and my wife's soft hands on my cock set me off. I came within a few minutes, taking her by surprise and spilling a bigger-than-normal amount of cum on her hands and my stomach and thighs, while Sridhar looked on. She then looked at Sridhar with a big smile, as she continued to gently pump my cock. Sridhar got a towel and they both cleaned me up together.

It was already more than half an hour past the end of our appointed time and Sridhar was in a hurry to leave. He got out a sheet to get my signature for his payment, and my wife signed the sheet. I just sat up in bed, still naked, as I was too spent to get out. My wife then got her handbag out and gave him a fairly large tip, all the while wearing just her bra and panties. Sridhar thanked us and left and we never saw him again.