The Erotic Massage that changed my shy wife
The sun was setting as I drove my car into the resort. My shy and conservative wife Keerti glared out the window. She wore a traditional salwar suit and covered her hair with a dupatta to guard both her hair and ears from the hard blowing wind. I glanced at her apprehensively as our car slowly came to a stop. Despite our five years of marriage, she was still shy and conservative.
We checked into the luxurious resort and went straight to the sea view room. I told her to relax, change into something more comfortable, and enjoy the exotic view. She gave me a wary nod and as I unpacked, she disappeared into the room.
After an hour, a knock at the door announced the appearance of a handsome young local. He was offering us couples massages. I immediately saw the glint of excitement in my wife’s eyes, as well as the unmistakable blush on her cheeks. She seemed nervous, but she also wanted to go ahead with it.
“Don’t worry, no one here knows us, and no one will ever know,” I said reassuringly. She reluctantly agreed.
We followed the local to a massage room. As soon as I saw the massage table, I knew that something unusual was about to happen. My wife lay down and the local proceeded to massage her body with oil. He started off resolutely, confidently kneading and loosening her tight muscles. But then, slowly but surely, he seemed to become more and more focused on her body. He made sure to avoid any sexual contact, but the way he moved and caressed her body was unmistakable.
I leaned forward and said, “Concentrate on her body. And feel free to add anything extra, if that might make her feel better.” I winked at him to add emphasis.
To my surprise, he smiled and leaned even closer to my wife. Before I knew it, his hands were sliding all over her body. He was kneading her soft breasts with oil, running his hands over her body, and even pinching her nipples. All the while looking straight at me, as if to ask for approval.
I nodded my head, and he proceeded to pleasure her in ways she had never imagined. He expertly finger-fucked her wet pussy, sending her into fits of pleasure. His skilled touch elicited moans and gasps that grew louder and louder with each passing moment. Eventually, she was shuddering with pleasure and coming hard.
After the massage had ended and her orgasms subsided, Keerti hugged me cried in guilt. She apologised profusely for what she thought was a sin she committed by enjoying the experience. I kissed her and assured her I was not offended at all. On the contrary I said, I loved watching her shed her inhibitions and embrace her sexuality like never before. It took her time, but after a few days, she came to accept that what had happened was in the past, and ours alone to share. As we drove away, I could still sense the thrill of adventure in her eyes, and even more so, the desire and need for more.
We checked into the luxurious resort and went straight to the sea view room. I told her to relax, change into something more comfortable, and enjoy the exotic view. She gave me a wary nod and as I unpacked, she disappeared into the room.
After an hour, a knock at the door announced the appearance of a handsome young local. He was offering us couples massages. I immediately saw the glint of excitement in my wife’s eyes, as well as the unmistakable blush on her cheeks. She seemed nervous, but she also wanted to go ahead with it.
“Don’t worry, no one here knows us, and no one will ever know,” I said reassuringly. She reluctantly agreed.
We followed the local to a massage room. As soon as I saw the massage table, I knew that something unusual was about to happen. My wife lay down and the local proceeded to massage her body with oil. He started off resolutely, confidently kneading and loosening her tight muscles. But then, slowly but surely, he seemed to become more and more focused on her body. He made sure to avoid any sexual contact, but the way he moved and caressed her body was unmistakable.
I leaned forward and said, “Concentrate on her body. And feel free to add anything extra, if that might make her feel better.” I winked at him to add emphasis.
To my surprise, he smiled and leaned even closer to my wife. Before I knew it, his hands were sliding all over her body. He was kneading her soft breasts with oil, running his hands over her body, and even pinching her nipples. All the while looking straight at me, as if to ask for approval.
I nodded my head, and he proceeded to pleasure her in ways she had never imagined. He expertly finger-fucked her wet pussy, sending her into fits of pleasure. His skilled touch elicited moans and gasps that grew louder and louder with each passing moment. Eventually, she was shuddering with pleasure and coming hard.
After the massage had ended and her orgasms subsided, Keerti hugged me cried in guilt. She apologised profusely for what she thought was a sin she committed by enjoying the experience. I kissed her and assured her I was not offended at all. On the contrary I said, I loved watching her shed her inhibitions and embrace her sexuality like never before. It took her time, but after a few days, she came to accept that what had happened was in the past, and ours alone to share. As we drove away, I could still sense the thrill of adventure in her eyes, and even more so, the desire and need for more.
