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The massage we've been waiting for.
-So... are you convinced? We can still reconsider if you want.
-But no, come on, we're here now, let's go in. -Looks like a normal beauty center, a window and a glass door. We knock, they let us in. Aldo and Mary smile at us: age around 40, a handshake and they make us sit on a sofa. We are very embarrassed, they realize it, she has a beautiful face, she is not flashy, a suit that wraps a toned body, she smiles, starts to talk explaining what the 'treatment' consists of a few questions about what we want and we answer them with a bit of hindrance. He continues to talk about their activity while Aldo, a dry physique, very short hair, goes over there to prepare the room. Mary explains that their intention is to create a relaxing and sensual atmosphere that allows us to live a different experience as a couple, a sort of new, engaging journey that adds to our games with a hint of intrigue.
We pretend to understand, in fact we wonder what it all means, but in a way we feel reassured by the confidence and friendliness it shows. Finally a question: what kind of massage do you want? And here for our part a very vague answer for the truth - But we do not know, it is the first time ... we trust your experience ... without exaggeration.
We are guided to a well-kept room, two comfortable loungers next to each other, soft lights, soft music, a good smell, at the end a whirlpool tub with lighted candles, on a small table next to the one you need for an aperitif.
You can undress, if you want you can wear these disposable briefs, otherwise ... nothing.
They leave us alone, we start undressing, Gloria takes the disposable one and looks at it and ... - But this doesn't cover anything! - I look at it, in fact it's true, the strip on the front is almost non-existent - I think you wore it backwards.- She turns it around, now it's right but the effect changes little, it hides just the indispensable; then my wife points to mine: that square of thin fabric covers me very little; we laugh about it, but it's a bit tense smile.
Soon after they come back, we're lying on our beds on our stomachs and ... we wait.
I feel drops of hot oil on my skin and my hands start to massage lightly, on the other bed I see the same gestures as in a mirror, I must say that I am not indifferent to seeing those hands on my wife's beautiful body. I try to read her emotions, but I can't perceive anything, she is turned the other way, motionless.
The massage continues: legs, arms, back, it is undoubtedly pleasant, my thoughts split trying to capture the emotions of my woman. I see Aldo's hand caressing her arm and lingering on her hand, I notice that she reacts by bending her fingers. A first hint of complicity?
I am surprised, she is not an expansive woman, a certain jealousy makes its way in me, that reciprocated caress seems so...private. I try to get an idea of it, after all we are there to live a new adventure as a couple and everything makes sense because we are together.
Now the massage becomes more intriguing, Mary's fingers slide on my shoulders, my waist, my buttocks and touch the most sensitive parts not at all protected by the slim panties, when she lowers I perceive with clarity the full and soft breasts: she has a black tank top without bra. The breasts touching the back of the buttocks are one of my hidden dreams. I turn around and see on the other bed something similar, the body shiny with oil in the light amber of the candles, is massaged by skillful hands, he bent over her seems to touch her face with his legs right where the round buttocks start, I think I understand her interest, I too am enchanted by that vision, but maybe I am running too fast with imagination, maybe it is part of a technique unknown to me ... unknown to me.
I try to relax, I try to live the pleasant side of the moment even if it is difficult, thoughts chase each other and emotions prevail over reason. It would be all the more involving if you looked at me, if you shared the moment.
My massage becomes more and more intense, I feel Mary's legs close to my head, she bends down to massage my back, the warm breasts rest on the sides of my neck, they lie down rhythmically following the path of my hands, when she stretches and comes to touch my bottom, I can clearly feel the groin pressing on my head: it's terribly exciting. It envelops me like a wave, like a shell, I feel its shapes, the warmth and softness, even if the attention always flees towards my wife and what happens on the bed next door.
Now the masseurs look at each other, they exchange small gestures of understanding and I see him concentrating his attention on his thighs, his hands slide from the inside and slowly rise up towards the buttocks, I think he touches her sex, I'm sure of it, after all it's the same thing that happens to me, the caress becomes more and more 'targeted' and I don't think it bothers her. The massage is prolonged, I have a clear perception that Gloria has opened her legs a little bit and her buttocks seem to lean towards her wise hands. Each time the movement becomes slower and deeper and she archs in a very sensual dance.
Mary moves to the side of her feet, like Aldo did with Gloria, she constantly touches my testicles, goes up from the legs to the bottom and the nipples keep touching me. I'm definitely excited, the member has been out of the slipper for a long time.
Now they ask us to turn around, in doing so I cross my wife's eyes, she gives me a small sign of understanding, it's just a hint, but enough to relax me, to make me understand that there are two of us living this adventure.
Other drops of oil she asks me in a whisper if she can take off the little disposable one, while I nod I see that on the other bed Aldo is already doing the same, I am a little surprised, Gloria gives me a nod as and say "I could not say no". I stretch out my hand for a moment to touch hers.
We are now being massaged with great passion, if we had the courage to look at each other we could enjoy this moment in all its transgressive essence, a sort of erotic exercise led by a couple that has no other purpose than to give well-being in the most authentic sense.
But this does not happen, not immediately, probably because all this is too unusual for us, we are plunged into another galaxy unknown to us and it is understandable that we are afraid of it, almost in awe.
Mary gives me a smiling nod, I turn around and see him lifting his shirt, the penis of a certain importance stands out proud. I understand that the beautiful wife is caressing him, the position of his hand corresponds to the right 'point'. I'm being kidnapped by this vision. He has brought his hand between Gloria's thighs, he moves her very slowly, surely with the help of oil he is caressing her clitoris. Aldo looks at me for a moment, a winking smile, he lifts his shirt again and I see his cock straight and swollen. My wife's hand massages his balls, she loves testicles, especially if they're as big as the masseur's.
My masseuse gently started to stimulate me with both hands, thanks to the oil I feel really pleasant sensations; I think we should try this new thing, especially since my wife can caress me in a fantastic way. She took off her vest, her breasts swinging just a puff from my face: she knows how to make herself desired. She lowers a little more, she offers herself to my lips, which catch my swollen nipple. She's at my side, but makes sure that she can see what's happening on the other bed.
Aldo's hands are carried on the Mount of Venus and with slow movements they slide down and then up again, it's terribly exciting, she looks at me as she bends her legs: he is penetrating her with his fingers, the movement is slow and continuous. My wife's hand is now moving up and down, she is sawing it with all her wisdom, at the same time Mary carries her hand on my member imitating Gloria. It is like a mirror of desires, we are both excited and finally we look at each other smiling, our masseur friends have become the real accomplices of this unusual adventure. Mary with malice pulls the pant strap of the suit that slips down, takes my hand and invites me to put it on her side; she has soft skin, almost silky, this woman, even if not beautiful, has charm. I caress her, she rotates her pelvis as much as it allows me to reach the groove between the round buttocks, her pussy is soft and wet, she stretches herself on my fingers, I penetrate her, she still turns a mischievous look at Gloria and Aldo. It happened, I don't know how, but it happened, we managed to live what we thought could only be an unrealizable fantasy. Our friends leave us with one last caress, they leave us alone. I get closer to Gloria, she holds out her hand, we slide over each other greased by the oil of the massage. I penetrate her, as she welcomes me pushing against me, I feel her hand shaking my testicles. We are so excited that we come a little later. We head for the tub, there's a prosecco waiting for us. -You're great. -I'm telling you. - You're my man. He answers me. There'll be time to tell us about it, to relive this fantastic evening...
-So... are you convinced? We can still reconsider if you want.
-But no, come on, we're here now, let's go in. -Looks like a normal beauty center, a window and a glass door. We knock, they let us in. Aldo and Mary smile at us: age around 40, a handshake and they make us sit on a sofa. We are very embarrassed, they realize it, she has a beautiful face, she is not flashy, a suit that wraps a toned body, she smiles, starts to talk explaining what the 'treatment' consists of a few questions about what we want and we answer them with a bit of hindrance. He continues to talk about their activity while Aldo, a dry physique, very short hair, goes over there to prepare the room. Mary explains that their intention is to create a relaxing and sensual atmosphere that allows us to live a different experience as a couple, a sort of new, engaging journey that adds to our games with a hint of intrigue.
We pretend to understand, in fact we wonder what it all means, but in a way we feel reassured by the confidence and friendliness it shows. Finally a question: what kind of massage do you want? And here for our part a very vague answer for the truth - But we do not know, it is the first time ... we trust your experience ... without exaggeration.
We are guided to a well-kept room, two comfortable loungers next to each other, soft lights, soft music, a good smell, at the end a whirlpool tub with lighted candles, on a small table next to the one you need for an aperitif.
You can undress, if you want you can wear these disposable briefs, otherwise ... nothing.
They leave us alone, we start undressing, Gloria takes the disposable one and looks at it and ... - But this doesn't cover anything! - I look at it, in fact it's true, the strip on the front is almost non-existent - I think you wore it backwards.- She turns it around, now it's right but the effect changes little, it hides just the indispensable; then my wife points to mine: that square of thin fabric covers me very little; we laugh about it, but it's a bit tense smile.
Soon after they come back, we're lying on our beds on our stomachs and ... we wait.
I feel drops of hot oil on my skin and my hands start to massage lightly, on the other bed I see the same gestures as in a mirror, I must say that I am not indifferent to seeing those hands on my wife's beautiful body. I try to read her emotions, but I can't perceive anything, she is turned the other way, motionless.
The massage continues: legs, arms, back, it is undoubtedly pleasant, my thoughts split trying to capture the emotions of my woman. I see Aldo's hand caressing her arm and lingering on her hand, I notice that she reacts by bending her fingers. A first hint of complicity?
I am surprised, she is not an expansive woman, a certain jealousy makes its way in me, that reciprocated caress seems so...private. I try to get an idea of it, after all we are there to live a new adventure as a couple and everything makes sense because we are together.
Now the massage becomes more intriguing, Mary's fingers slide on my shoulders, my waist, my buttocks and touch the most sensitive parts not at all protected by the slim panties, when she lowers I perceive with clarity the full and soft breasts: she has a black tank top without bra. The breasts touching the back of the buttocks are one of my hidden dreams. I turn around and see on the other bed something similar, the body shiny with oil in the light amber of the candles, is massaged by skillful hands, he bent over her seems to touch her face with his legs right where the round buttocks start, I think I understand her interest, I too am enchanted by that vision, but maybe I am running too fast with imagination, maybe it is part of a technique unknown to me ... unknown to me.
I try to relax, I try to live the pleasant side of the moment even if it is difficult, thoughts chase each other and emotions prevail over reason. It would be all the more involving if you looked at me, if you shared the moment.
My massage becomes more and more intense, I feel Mary's legs close to my head, she bends down to massage my back, the warm breasts rest on the sides of my neck, they lie down rhythmically following the path of my hands, when she stretches and comes to touch my bottom, I can clearly feel the groin pressing on my head: it's terribly exciting. It envelops me like a wave, like a shell, I feel its shapes, the warmth and softness, even if the attention always flees towards my wife and what happens on the bed next door.
Now the masseurs look at each other, they exchange small gestures of understanding and I see him concentrating his attention on his thighs, his hands slide from the inside and slowly rise up towards the buttocks, I think he touches her sex, I'm sure of it, after all it's the same thing that happens to me, the caress becomes more and more 'targeted' and I don't think it bothers her. The massage is prolonged, I have a clear perception that Gloria has opened her legs a little bit and her buttocks seem to lean towards her wise hands. Each time the movement becomes slower and deeper and she archs in a very sensual dance.
Mary moves to the side of her feet, like Aldo did with Gloria, she constantly touches my testicles, goes up from the legs to the bottom and the nipples keep touching me. I'm definitely excited, the member has been out of the slipper for a long time.
Now they ask us to turn around, in doing so I cross my wife's eyes, she gives me a small sign of understanding, it's just a hint, but enough to relax me, to make me understand that there are two of us living this adventure.
Other drops of oil she asks me in a whisper if she can take off the little disposable one, while I nod I see that on the other bed Aldo is already doing the same, I am a little surprised, Gloria gives me a nod as and say "I could not say no". I stretch out my hand for a moment to touch hers.
We are now being massaged with great passion, if we had the courage to look at each other we could enjoy this moment in all its transgressive essence, a sort of erotic exercise led by a couple that has no other purpose than to give well-being in the most authentic sense.
But this does not happen, not immediately, probably because all this is too unusual for us, we are plunged into another galaxy unknown to us and it is understandable that we are afraid of it, almost in awe.
Mary gives me a smiling nod, I turn around and see him lifting his shirt, the penis of a certain importance stands out proud. I understand that the beautiful wife is caressing him, the position of his hand corresponds to the right 'point'. I'm being kidnapped by this vision. He has brought his hand between Gloria's thighs, he moves her very slowly, surely with the help of oil he is caressing her clitoris. Aldo looks at me for a moment, a winking smile, he lifts his shirt again and I see his cock straight and swollen. My wife's hand massages his balls, she loves testicles, especially if they're as big as the masseur's.
My masseuse gently started to stimulate me with both hands, thanks to the oil I feel really pleasant sensations; I think we should try this new thing, especially since my wife can caress me in a fantastic way. She took off her vest, her breasts swinging just a puff from my face: she knows how to make herself desired. She lowers a little more, she offers herself to my lips, which catch my swollen nipple. She's at my side, but makes sure that she can see what's happening on the other bed.
Aldo's hands are carried on the Mount of Venus and with slow movements they slide down and then up again, it's terribly exciting, she looks at me as she bends her legs: he is penetrating her with his fingers, the movement is slow and continuous. My wife's hand is now moving up and down, she is sawing it with all her wisdom, at the same time Mary carries her hand on my member imitating Gloria. It is like a mirror of desires, we are both excited and finally we look at each other smiling, our masseur friends have become the real accomplices of this unusual adventure. Mary with malice pulls the pant strap of the suit that slips down, takes my hand and invites me to put it on her side; she has soft skin, almost silky, this woman, even if not beautiful, has charm. I caress her, she rotates her pelvis as much as it allows me to reach the groove between the round buttocks, her pussy is soft and wet, she stretches herself on my fingers, I penetrate her, she still turns a mischievous look at Gloria and Aldo. It happened, I don't know how, but it happened, we managed to live what we thought could only be an unrealizable fantasy. Our friends leave us with one last caress, they leave us alone. I get closer to Gloria, she holds out her hand, we slide over each other greased by the oil of the massage. I penetrate her, as she welcomes me pushing against me, I feel her hand shaking my testicles. We are so excited that we come a little later. We head for the tub, there's a prosecco waiting for us. -You're great. -I'm telling you. - You're my man. He answers me. There'll be time to tell us about it, to relive this fantastic evening...
