My Wife and the Masseur

My Wife and the Masseur - Part 1

My beautiful wife, laying face down on a massage table wearing her favourite underwear, covered across the waist with a white towel. I'm sipping a glass of wine, watching as the masseur rubs scented oil into his hands. He looks young, maybe aged 25, roughly 5ft 11, seems fit, is well groomed and polite. He engages in general chitchat to lighten the mood, asking my wife Sam what level of pressure she prefers before placing his hands on her shoulders.

As the masseur works away he can feel the muscular tension in her shoulders begin to ease and senses a hint of relaxation and calm in her breathing. He begins to work on her shoulder blades, releasing more tension, then moves to her back, slowly working his expert hands down her spine towards her tailbone. Once there he lifts the top of the towel and tucks it neatly into her panty hem, ever so slightly exposing the very top of her bottom cheeks. He continues to massage up and down her spine with perfect pressure, then looks at me before positioning himself over her body, one knee either side, so he can apply more direct pressure to her back. I get the sense that Sam can likely feel his lower body part touching her back, after all he is wearing comfortable, loose fitting gym shorts.

After he finishes massaging her back the masseur returns to his feet, now firmly planted on the floor. I start to wonder whether Sam has fallen asleep, but then I hear her quietly complimenting him on his magical hands. He begins lifting the base of the towel covering her backside, tucking it neatly into each leg of her panties. He begins to apply oil to her legs, massaging each hamstring individually using his palms and thumbs. Slowly, he works his way down, pausing to rub her calves before arriving at her heels. I notice his eyes looking back up her body towards the ever so slightly part of her panties exposed beneath the towel, the lace revealing a glimpse of what lays beneath. By all measures from where I sit, her body is most definitely turning him on.

As I take another sip from my glass, the masseur finishes rubbing her feet and begins to work his way back up her body, stopping again to massage her calves. I notice him sneaking a peak beneath the towel. I find it a real turn on. He continues to work his way up Sam's legs, spending considerable time rubbing her thighs, at times with his hands quite high up her inner leg. He looks at me, as though seeking approval. I give him a nod. He stops what he is doing and asks Sam if she would like to roll over, so he can finish her feet and rub the front of her legs. Sam agrees. He untucks the towel covering the front of her waist and she slowly rolls over on to her back, looking totally relaxed, calm and at ease.

He covers her face with a warm washer, applies more oil and returns to massaging her thighs, each one in turn, before repositioning the towel to gain access to the upper reaches of her legs. I notice the lower portion of Sam's panties are almost completely exposed. Was it deliberate I ask myself? I am now even more turned on. He continues massaging each quadricep in turn before working his magic back down her legs, slowly returning to her feet. He positions himself at the base of the massage table, standing with her feet either side of his body. Taking his time, he massages each foot in turn. All the while I notice his eyes frequently looking up at her now completely exposed panties. He has a front row view and I suspect he too is growing hard with anticipation.

The masseur finishes rubbing Sam's feet and repositions back up at her shoulders. He pauses on the way, looks at me for another nod of approval, then removes the towel that now barely covered her. Before Sam has a chance to object, he places his hands either side of her head and begins massaging her scalp and temples. His fingers move down the side of her head to the base of her neck then back up to the scalp, all so very relaxing. By the shape of the bulge in his pants I can tell he is aroused. He shifts his stance, seemingly teasing her as he moves his hips and ultimately his groin close to her head. Once he is certain that Sam is totally relaxed following his head and scalp masterpiece, he whispers in her ear "to finish, do you mind if I massage your back again?".

Totally relaxed by this stage, Sam accepts the offer and gingerly rolls onto her front. As he had done earlier, the masseur positions himself over her body, one knee either side of her back, applying direct pressure. This time however, his lower body seems to be making a lot more movement than previous. I suspect Sam must be feeling his manhood rub on her body through his gym pants. He moves his hands down her back, massaging lower and lower. This time without seeking approval his hands grasp either side of her panties and he slowly lowers them, exposing a good portion of her backside. Without a hint of objection, he rubs oil into her smooth cheeks, his hands teasing her as they venture ever so close to her sensitive area. He leans down to whisper to her, asking her to once again rollover.

With a slight hesitation Sam rolls onto her back, her eyes closed. The masseur replaces the warm washer covering her face. Now back on his feet he begins rubbing her inner thighs, his hands slowly wandering up towards her lace panties. Looking over for approval, I give the nod, he touches her, gently placing his hand on the outside of her panties. He starts to stroke her with his fingers, up and down, watching her body, searching for a reaction. To my surprise and delight, Sam parts her legs ever so slightly. She seems to be enjoying the experience. He continues to rub her, his fingers moving in a way that shows he has read her body language to perfection. He pauses for a moment to take his shirt off, then placing a hand each side of her panties his thumbs go beneath the hem and he removes them completely, tossing them to me.

What happens next blows my mind...