2 comments/ 180017 views/ 20 favorites Wife's Massage By: madhav 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 in 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 and get under the sheet. Sridhar and I then came out and stood in 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 a 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 want to join in while he massages my wife. To my surprise, he readily understood me and told 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 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 in spite of 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 largely 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 closely 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. He 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 in spite of the heat, she seemed to be getting goose bumps. 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 was 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 trip to India, 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 closed 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 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 focussed 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 in the most intimate way 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 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 he was less shy while working on me, and thoroughly kneaded my buttocks and thighs and 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 spot that was particularly stimulating. 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 the edge. The feel of the warm oil and 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. Wife's Massage It was a beautiful sunny morning and Mohit couldn't wait to get out to the golf course. He had awoken to find my hand on his cock, so he reached over and touched her slightly moist pussy. I stirred and said something about a sexy dream I had had the night before. He wanted so to stay in bed and fill my warm, moist pussy but he was already late and he figured he could make up for it that night. As Mohit was driving away, something was nagging at the back of his brain but he couldn't remember what it was. By the time he was teeing off on the first hole, I had just gotten out of bed, put on my robe, and gone downstairs to make a pot of coffee. I was looking forward to a nice quiet Saturday . After reading the paper and settling down on the sofa to read a book I was slightly startled to hear the doorbell ring. I put down my book and went to answer it. I opened the door to two well-built men. They were carrying some sort of folded leather case. "Mrs. Sonia?" they asked. "Yes," I replied. "We are here for the massages for you and Mr. Mohit," they stated. I then remembered that Mohit and me had won massages for two and this was the day. I realized that they had both forgotten all about it. I said, "Mohit has gone golfing and won't be back for some time. Could we schedule this for another day?" " No, we're sorry, but we are so busy it has to be today or not at all." I said, "Well, I guess I could have my massage, but I'm sorry to have to inconvenience one of you." The masseuses smiled at each other and said, "I guess Mohit will just miss out, but we can massage you together if you don't mind. It is quite an experience that way." if wasn't sure at first but I realized I was in the mood for a nice relaxing massage and Mohit would insist that I go ahead anyway. I then said, "Okay, come on in. I've been looking forward to this for some time." They came in, and proceeded to introduce themselves. The taller of the two was named Bob and the shorter one was Tom. I said, "Please don't call me Mrs. Sonia. Just call me Sonia." Bob and Tom began to unfold their table in the middle of the living room. As they were doing this, I looked them over. They appeared to be in their late 20's or early 30's. They were both in great shape. Bob was about six feet tall, slender but with some muscle, blonde wavy hair, deep blue eyes, and a very nice smile. Tom was shorter, about five feet nine inches tall, with very broad shoulders, thick muscles, dark brown eyes, and brown hair. As Bob bent over to unfold the table I couldn't help but notice his small firm ass. I felt both men were attractive in their own way and I was looking forward to the two of them massaging me simultaneously. I had had massages before and couldn't wait to feel the deep relaxation that came with muscles being rubbed and prodded. The table was ready and covered with towels. Bob told Me to pull my arms out of the sleeves of my robe, loosen the tie, and lay down on my stomach. The table was a little high, so as I lifted my leg up onto the table, my robe slipped up slightly from behind, just enough so that he caught a glimpse of the top of my thighs and the firm curve of the bottom of my ass. He knew I couldn't see him so he just enjoyed the view. I pulled my other leg up and lay comfortably on my stomach. They provided a small pillow for my head. Then they swiftly pulled my robe off, but at the same time covered my bottom with a warm towel. I was a little surprised by this movement but realized it was just part of the massage process. Tom then poured a small amount of warm oil on the middle of my back. This sent a tingle from my neck down to the bottom of my spine. I said, "That oil really feels good. It's so warm." Tom then explained, "We buy this special. The heat of the body is what actually makes the oil warm. So the warmer the part of the body is, the warmer the oil feels." He then began to spread the oil all over my back. Within moments I could feel the muscles in my back begin to relax. About the same time I felt Bob's hands on my feet. Usually my feet were ticklish, but he seemed to know how to massage my feet in a way that did not bother my. Somehow, it was even sensual. He didn't so much rub as press on certain points. At one point he pressed deeply on a spot near my heel and I felt a twinge run straight up my legs to my pussy. I actually jumped a little at this sudden feeling of pleasure and was a little surprised to feel the heat between my legs. Next he poured warm lotion on my calf on my left leg, pouring all the way up to the back of my thigh, then pouring oil on the back of my right thigh and down to my right calf. He began to work the oil into my leg muscles. While Bob had been rubbing my feet, Tom had massaged my shoulders, working down one arm to my hand, where he actually massaged each finger separately. He then started on the other hand and rubbed back up that arm. Even though I had only had my feet and arms massaged at this point, I was becoming so relaxed that I felt I could probably fall asleep if I allowed myself to. But I wanted to stay awake for the whole experience. Tom then moved on to my neck. I had always loved to have my neck rubbed, but the way he did it was totally new. He too seemed to know special pressure points and at one point I could feel my whole back and even my ass begin to relax as he deeply massaged my neck. I was lying with my hands under my head now, with my elbows sticking out to the side. Tom moved around the side of the table so as to work on my back easier. As he moved, he brushed up against my elbow. I didn't think much of it at first but then began to wonder if that was his dick that had brushed against my. I imagined that it was. After all, as long as I was getting this special treatment from two attractive men, why not fantasize a little. He then began to massage my back, starting at the top and slowly moving downward. By now Bob had finished with my calves and was working on the backs of my thighs. I was amazed at how he was able to press so firmly and yet not hurt me at all. As he was rubbing my legs and Tom was working on my lower back, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. It was all just so relaxing. In the beginning I had been a little wary about two strange men massaging me at the same time, especially being home alone, but by now I realized I had been foolish. If these men had meant any harm they certainly wouldn't be taking all this time to make me feel so good. The two men noticed me quiet, soft breathing and realized I was dozing. They smiled at each other and went on with their work. As they rubbed and prodded, they admired my body. To be continued... Love Sonia Wife's Massage Turns Erotic Twenty years of marriage to the same women! Wow, I could not believe that it had been 20 years already back in 1983 that Tina and I had been married fresh out of High School and ready to take on the world. That really was a long time ago, both of us 18 years old, steady high school sweethearts growing up in a blue collar suburban Catholic city. We knew we were destined to be rich someday and to do something great. Twenty years of reality later and I was a mid level supervisor in an automotive production plant and Tina was a line lead in an electronics plant making precision components for the automotive market. Our oldest son had left for college in the fall after turning 19 and our daughter was in her senior year of High School and would be leaving for college next year. Tina and I dated since our Sophomore year in high school and were virgins when we got married. Raised in strict Catholic homes we didn't believe in any form of birth control beside the withdraw method and nine months and four days after we were married we had our first son, Ben. Ten and a half months later our daughter Julie was born. After that the pressure of having two babies and trying to make ends meet turned our sex life virtually non-existent. When sex did happen it tended to be pretty vanilla and long before I could cum I would withdraw and head for the bathroom to finish up far away from my wife's fertile pussy. For our 20th. anniversary I decided to surprise my wife and booked a hotel room in the city. We spent the day swimming and playing around in the large indoor pool and then went out for a nice dinner. After dinner I reserved a limo and we went out to several clubs and enjoyed some drinks and dancing. We returned to the hotel around 10 and went up to our room. Tina went into the bathroom and came out wearing her usual sweat pants and long night shirt. She still looked good standing 5'5" and weighing 130 lbs. Her hair was frosted and she had pretty green eyes. She had a nice firm butt and her tits sagged a little from breastfeeding two children but looked good for 36C. Although I rarely saw her naked, most times we had sex we undressed under the covers in the dark. Last year at the advice of her doctor Tina had gone on the pill to regulate her periods, but I still refrained from cumming in her pussy. Our elderly Jesuit priest still taught that oral sex and "sodomy" were sin and be stayed with the tried and true missionary position which proved to give me easy exit room before the moment of passion. Tina spent eight hours a day standing on a factory line and was tired and sore. I thought she would enjoy a body massage and had used the internet to book an outcall massage therapist to give her a "spa" treatment. At 11 right on time there was a knock at the door and Tina looked up from the TV and said "who could that be?" I went to the door and the man on the other side introduced himself as Marcus. He was a sophisticated acting gentleman who said he was from Club Hedo massage service. Marcus was a young tall black man with an athletic build. He carried in a folding massage table and several bags. He was wearing medical scrubs and appeared very professional and pleasant. I greeted him and told him the massage was a gift for my wife. I told Tina that the massage was a gift from me and she seemed to be excited about the prospect. Marcus took out a clip board from one of his bags and proceeded to ask Tina a series of questions about past massages, past surgery, medications, circulation and the areas she wanted him to work on. Tina sat on the edge of the bed answering each of his questions and telling him that her back and legs were really sore and tense. Marcus told her that he would give her a full body treatment and that he would make her completely comfortable and not do anything to make her embarrassed. Tina was already relaxed and feeling pretty good from the alcohol she had consumed and seemed to be at ease with everything. Marcus went into the bathroom and started the tub. A few minutes later he returned and told Tina she would start with a Sea Salt soak. Tina and I entered the bathroom to find Marcus had drawn a hot bath and placed candles all over the bathroom. The room smelled great. He instructed Tina to enter the tub and soak for 20 minutes. Tina appeared concerned and advised she did not have a bathing suit, Marcus replied that he was a medical professional and that removing all her clothing would be healthy since there would be no elastic to cut off her circulation. Tina motioned us out and shut the door behind us. Marcus made small talk with me as he busily set about lighting candles and preparing the hotel room, he turned up the heat and put out some essential oils. The room quickly heated to an almost hot temperature and to my surprise Marcus removed his shirt exposing a large sculpted chest. He rubbed some oil on his chest and then removed his pants. As he put on a pair of black silk shorts that connected at the side with Velcro I could not believe the size of his cock. It was soft and still seemed to be 6 or 7 inches matched by a huge set of cleanly shaven balls. Marcus applied more oil to his hairless body making him shine in the candle light and then grabbed a large pillow looking towel and a drink from his bag. He said the drink was a Chinese herbal drink to relax and soothe Tina. Marcus knocked on the bathroom door and then opened it. Tina was in the tub and seemed to be totally mesmerized my the hot bath, the candles and the scent of the oils. Marcus gave Tina the drink and put on some soft music. I couldn't believe Tina lay in the tub completely nude before this strange man sipping on the drink he had bought her. He explained that he had bought her the towel to wrap in when he was ready to get out and that he would begin pampering her feet as part of her treatment. Marcus sat on the floor at the foot of the tub and began rubbing and caressing Tina's feet as she softly moaned and continued sipping her drink with her eyes closed. I could see Marcus's cock and balls sticking out from the open gap in his shorts from his position. I began to have second thoughts about the situation I had brought my wife into. Marcus continued massaging Tina's feet and toes until her dink was empty. He told her that her bath and drink had her too relaxed to stand or walk and that she should just relax and he would drain the water and dry her up. He pulled the drain plug and gently dried Tina off not missing a square inch of her glistening body. He then wrapped the towel around her and scooped her up telling her he would carry her to his treatment table. Tina just seemed to melt into Marcus and let him carry her. He carried her to the table and laid her on her stomach. Marcus uncovered Tina's upper back and began kneading his large hands into her muscles eliciting deep moans of pleasure from her. He continued his uncovering and working his way down her back side with no resistance from Tina. As he neared the small of her back he stopped and pulled out a foam wedge from one of his bags, he placed it under Tina's hips raising her but and pelvis of the table a foot or so. He then went to the foot of the table and uncovered Tina up to her bottom of her butt cheeks. He started working his large hands at her ankles and got up on the table straddling her legs as her worked his way up. Tina continued moaning in pleasure. Marcus moved his way up working Tina's tense thigh muscles. I could see his large hands go between her legs right up against her crotch and knew he must be rubbing her pussy as he worked. However, Tina gave no sign of being uncomfortable or wanting the attention to stop. I wondered if this was a normal part of a massage or if Marcus was taking unfair liberty with my wife. Marcus let the towel fall to the floor leaving Tina completely naked to his gaze. I could feel my own cock begin to stir in my boxers as I heard Marcus ask Tina if she wanted him to work the muscles in her butt. Tina replied that she did. Marcus poured a large amount of oil directly onto Tina's butt and she squirmed beneath him. He then took two more foam rubber pieces from his bag and positioned them spreading Tina's legs wide open exposing her pussy and tiny little wrinkled butt hole to wide open view. Marcus used his large muscular hands to knead, pull and gently slap Tina's cheeks which seemed to drive her over the edge of pleasure. It had been so many years since I had heard Tina have an orgasm that I did not recognize the moans and squeals she was eliciting to the touch of Marcus's hands. Marcus asked Tina if it was all right with her if he removed his shorts while he continued pushing the tension from her back. Tina moaned in agreement and Marcus pulled the Velcro from his shorts and dropped them to the floor. As he moved his large hands up her back he continued to crawl up straddling her legs. I could see his massive now rock hard cock rest in the well oiled crack of her beautiful ass. It had to be at least ten inches long and fat around. Tina was again moaning from the working of Marcus's hands on her back and rocking her hips against him as he worked. I wanted to stop everything and throw Marcus out of the room, but my own cock was fully engorged at its 6" and I too was mesmerized by what was happening in front of me. Marcus told me to move around to watch if I wanted and I got up from my seat and walked around to see the tip of his enormous cock pressed up against Tina's swollen pussy lips. Tina was grinding her hips backward toward Marcus and soon his head was pressing into her. Marcus pulled Tina into a hands and knees position by grabbing her hips and pulling her back toward himself. Within minutes He had fully impaled her with his massive cock and Tina was grunting and moaning loudly bucking her hips wildly against Marcus. Marcus reached up and grabbed her tits pulling and kneading her erect nipples between his huge fingers and pumping into her pussy meeting her thrusts. Tina was shuddering in one long orgasm. Marcus continued his hard long pounding into Tina's pussy finally after five minutes grabbing her hips and pulling himself deep into her and grunting before collapsing onto her back. Tina squealed in lust as his large hot shots of thick sticky cum filled her belly. Marcus pulled his softening cock from Tina's gaping stretched pussy leaving a stream of his cum running from her. Tina lay down panting as Marcus went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up returning wearing his scrub suit. He thanked me and told me that he had never done a treatment on a women who was so hot or willing. I asked him what was in the drink he gave her and he said it was only a herbal mixture to relax and relieve a persons inhibitions so they could feel comfortable acting out what they really wanted to do. He handed me a 12 pack and told me to try some myself, the effects lasted for 24 hours. As Marcus cleaned up his supplies and gathered his belongings I sat on the bed next to Tina and drank a drink of my own. By the time I locked the door behind Marcus my drink was finished and I stripped out of my clothes laying next to Tina. She got up on her hands and knees and took my swollen cock into her mouth. Within seconds I blew my load of pent up cum down her throat and she greedily swallowed every drop. In a short time we were fucking like we never imagined possible, it was almost like a first honeymoon that weekend without the chance of her getting pregnant. On our way home we talked about what we had missed during the past 20 years due to the teaching and condemnation of Father Gavin. Two weeks later Tina and I sat at our dinner table with Julie out of town on a school retreat. Tina and I along with Father Gavin and Sister Theresa each sipped our Chinese tea drink to the soft music in the background, but that's another story.