It's been a few months since we had fun with our new FWBs in the jacuzzi of their gorgeous penthouse.
The Hostess and my wife had been in touch on text message, chatting about girlie stuff and sex. They longed to be together again for more fun. The ladies' relationship had progressed into a very unique one. Although they had not known each other for a long time and lived in different cities, they hit it off over common topics. They never really probed into each others backgrounds or other personal stuff and focused more on things like sex, which suited my wife well as she never got to speak about this kind of things with her regular friends.
Sex with my wife had been good since our last Bangkok trip where we first met our new FWBs. I had also been enjoying the video of my getting gang banged but her American FWB and his friend. It never fails to turn me on watching the scenes again and again.
The Visit.
One day, my wife received a text from the Hostess saying that she would be in town for a short visit. Her husband was not able to make the trip but she would be delighted if she could meet up with my wife for coffee or maybe even a spa session. My wife was thrilled. She looked forward to it like a person meeting up with a long lost friend and lover.
It was a Wednesday afternoon when the Hostess arrived. She came around in a chauffeured car to pick my wife up for an afternoon meet up. They headed for a coffeeshop in a posh hotel for high tea and gossip. The Hostess was feeling a little tired from the flight in and suggested a spa session for the both of them. My wife readily agreed, knowing how much she needed one as well. The Hostess made a quick phone call and they were set.
The Spa.
The spa was located in the secluded part on the East side of Singapore, near the airport. It was nestled among lush greenery and was a five minute drive in from the main road. It was very private and apparently had a very small, exclusive client's list.
The ladies were greeted by a very well dressed lady manager when they arrived. The Hostess was obviously a regular and high valued client of the spa based on the friendly exchange between her and the lady manager.
The ladies were led through a door at the end of the corridor onto a path in a lush garden. The path was long and meandering and led to a stand alone building, about 50 meters away from the main building. In the building was the private room where the therapy was to be carried out. The room was surrounded by presumably sound proof double layered glass all round and had gorgeous views of the sea, but was private enough as it was obscured from view from the outside by beautiful shrubbery.
In the middle of the room were two high-tech massage beds with legs supports that looked like a bed for childbirth. My wife assumed, they must be for advanced physiotherapy. Next to the massage beds by the wall was a large 3 seater sofa. The room was already filled with aromatic scents, making my wife relaxed and ready for pampering.
The lady manager left and asked the ladies to get ready as the therapists would be coming in shortly.
The Hostess stripped naked and wrapped a towel around her. My wife followed suit. The Hostess was pleased that my wife could join her as she always felt alone coming here by herself, and asked my wife to enjoy herself as it was the Hostess' treat. The ladies sat on the individual beds and awaited the arrival of the therapists.
The Therapists.
Before long, there was a knock on the door. The Hostess acknowledged and in walked two male therapists. They closed the heavy door behind them, cutting off all sounds from the outside, and greeted the ladies in heavily accented English.
My wife was a little surprised as she had expected the therapists to be female. What surprised her even more was that the therapists walked straight to the Hostess to give her a hug and a kiss on the lips. My wife was slightly taken aback and quickly suspected that the relationship between the Hostess and the therapists were more than professional.
My wife had a look at the therapist and found them a little unusual. They were both Asian, almost Korean looking, handsome, tall, well-built, well-groomed, well-dressed in matching uniforms and were polite. If not for the uniformed, they would have looked like they belonged in a Korean boy band.
They politely asked the ladies to lie face down on the massage beds and
helped the ladies cover up with the towel they had on. The towel was big but barely covered the ladies from the back to their asses.
The therapists then began their treatment, applying oils on the ladies backs before firmly massaging the oils over their skins. Very soon, the ladies were in bliss, enjoying the pampering.
The Therapy.
The therapist began focusing on all parts of the ladies bodies, working on their shoulders, their feet, moving up to their calves, knees and thighs. They moved the towels down to their bums and worked on the backs, except the area between their waists and thighs. When all other parts of their bodies were sufficiently rubbed with smooth aromatic oils, the therapists asked if they could proceed further and the Hostess said yes.
Without warning, the therapists pulled away their towels, leaving their tight and perky bums exposed. The Hostess didn't react as though she was expecting it but my wife was a little surprised but managed to compose herself.
The therapists then applied more oils onto the back of the ladies thighs and started rubbing upwards, slowly making their way up to the ladies bums. Their fingers began to focus on the ladies thighs, moving inwards and upwards to the area between the thighs and groin area.
