I am Vinod from eastern India, working in a reputed organization as Chief engineer, 45 yrs old. My family consists of my 39 yr old wife, Vijaya and two children. She is 5'-4"; 56 kg in weight. I always encourage her to be in proper shape. I believe due to my strong wish my wife maintained her figure well. Her figure is now 34-33-38 though she gave birth to two children. To be very frank, she is having bit saggy boobs now. But proper bra has kept those melons in nice shape.
Her cute face, long dark-colored hair, wide eyes and killer smile has given her damn sexy appearance even at 39. My wife always dresses smart. She came from a conservative, religious family. Although she is quite wicked in bed; I believe I was the only one who had ever seen it. I am very much career oriented and recently second plant of our organization has kept me extremely busy. Though we have always been faithful to each other; in the bedroom we were not that much active recently.
Last Wednesday when I came back home from office, something happened to us that I want to tell you about. The previous month, my wife had some muscle pain while doing Yoga. One renowned doctor was consulted for that. His medicine cured the issue to a large extent, but little bit more comfort was desired. He suggested that some massage from experienced person may heal it quickly. Our children were in my in-laws house as school declared holiday.
I saw an advertisement of massage parlor run by professionals.
"I got the perfect place for you," I said. "You should get massage at that spa."
Vijaya just laughed. I liked the idea of massage for her. She had mentioned several times how she wanted to spend a day at one of those spas. But I didn't agree because all of those spas are mainly served by horny men. I know they try to seduce those ladies and fuck them hard. They explore opportunities to fuck others wives, that's all! We both are having cultured family background, so naturally stay away.
My wife is having her housewife friends in our small town. She is closely attached with them in friendship: Viji, from Kerala, South India; Kajal, from Bihar, Eastern India and Soma. All three are from age group of 35-40 years. They have two kids each, only Soma having one. Soma is from Bengal like us. They are all just sex bombs having very nice curves. My wild side always would die to fuck each of them hard though I am loyal to my wife.
They share lot of information among themselves regarding children, husband or sex life. That I know from my wife while chatting. I was facing erectile dysfunction at this age of 45 for last few months. I believe Vijaya shared that too with her friends. That closeness or trust they are having in each other. Due to that faith only, Viji took the initiative to arrange a well-mannered massager from Chennai. That man, Raj came to our town to massage some gymnasts. Viji clubbed this too and made it possible for my wife. My wife suggested me to come back home early. I believe she would feel comfortable in my presence though her friends would attend the session to make her feel good.
When the man reached our house, my wife rang me up. She informed me about her friends' presence there. So, I decided to complete my office job and reached home after around 30 min.
I opened the front door and entered my room, through the opening in window I looked into our bedroom. I noticed my wife just getting prepared for her massage. She was looking conservative as usual in saree.
I went at another door of my room. I opened it just a crack and peeked in. I saw the massage man sitting in a separate room.
My wife removed her saree-blouse; then she removed the petticoat.
I saw my wife to strip many times, but seeing her doing it in presence of the ladies was quite arousing for me. Soma stepped towards my wife and offered to undo her bra. Vijaya nodded her thanks while I stared at them through the window. She was pawing over Vijaya's bra. She reached behind her and unclasped it. The bra hit the floor, letting her breasts fall under their own weight. My wife's perky tits tumbled into view, blue veins running here and there just under the milky skin. Her big boobs bounced back to life with their unexpected freedom. I thought my wife looked magnificent. A funny little feeling ran through me as I saw a hand glide over one of her big tits.
I waited there eagerly and looking forward to see the next step. Then Kajal stuck her thumbs into her knickers and slowly pulled them down. I was glued to the spectacle, my eyes wide open. Vijay bent over, lowering the knickers to the floor and stepped out of them. She became naked....completely naked. She looked very, very hot with generous hips and her belly was almost flat. My eyes travelled lower and she had a lot of hair on that thing. We didn't have sex for few months. Naturally I can't expect that area to be clean.
Her luscious mounds were swaying and bouncing considerably with gentle eroticism. Little whoops and laughter were heard from the ladies. Her friends appreciated her curves, her pussy swelling forward, her plump ass with the long, deep cleft between the cheeks. I felt rush of pride for my wife!
Kajal even cupped my wife' breasts and held them for some time to feel.
There was a large table in the middle of the room covered with sheets. A table nearby held all kinds of oils and liquids to be used for the massage. I believe that ladies arranged all these things.
My breath caught in my throat. My wife was every man's wet dream. Her hair was done up with a clip and her skin seemed to be glowing. I watched as she glided over to the table and everybody would admire her firm features. She gracefully pulled herself up on the table and lay on her stomach.
Soma covered my wife's naked body with a bed sheet. Kajal walked over to the CD player and put on some lazy music. Then Viji called the man in.
I found the muscular young man in T-shirt and short pants.
"Hi mam, my name is Raj, and I'll be your massage therapist today?"
"So is there anything special that you want me to work on today . . . any areas that have been bothering you?"
Viji interrupted him, "Raj, my friend is lying there under just a bed sheet and you are almost fully covered! That's not fair! Please just wrap yourself in a sheet if you like."
The man felt ashamed, went back to the room and within a few seconds appeared in just a towel around the waist.
Vijaya sighed again and said, "Yes . . . my shoulder needs some massage. You're the expert . . . I'll leave it in your hands." She showed confidence.
"Ok . . . you just relax and leave everything to the expert," Viji laughed as folded the sheet down to expose her lovely back . . . keeping her ass modestly covered. Raj moved to the side of the table and began applying steady strokes with both hands up and down the full length of her back. Intermittently he would vary the length or the pressure, and then he would use her fingers to work indefinite areas that felt tense.
This went on for quite a while. Raj worked her entire upper torso including her neck, shoulders and arms. Nothing much was said between them and I thought my wife had gone to sleep. The only thing that really kept me on the edge was a couple of times when I noticed his fingers wandering to the sides of her breasts which were crushed underneath her. But my wife made no effort to protest or stop him.
After some time, Raj pulled the sheet back up on her back and moved back around to the side of the table. Reaching down to her feet, he slowly pulled the sheet up and folded it just below her bums. I was not stunned to see that Vijaya held her legs closely together. Just an inch or so more, and he would have nice view.
He poured some more oil on her hands and started to work on her thighs, one of Vijaya's most delicate areas. She loves a good thigh massage and that lead to nights of heated passion in our early married life.
As he worked her tiny feet, Vijaya made the first sound I had heard in a while. It was a mix between a soft chuckle and a whimper. She raised her head again and whispered softly to the ladies, "Oh, he certainly is good at this..."
Gradually he moved his way up her legs, rubbing and caressing every inch -- past her subtle inner-knees, up to the back of her thighs. Then I could start to see the soft curves of her ass buns come into view. His strong actions initiated her hips to move up and down beneath his grip. Using long strokes, he started at her feet and pushed up both legs until his hands came to rest just below her buttocks.
