Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“And you’d be okay if I wanted a guy to give me a massage?” she asked, smiling. She’s pretty naive, but she knew the answer to that one.

“Of course. And if it makes you feel better, there will be a woman with her hands all over my body too,” I joked. I’ve never heard her express interest in that being something she’d find hot, but I had a feeling it would appeal to her sense of fairness.

“Sure, we can do that then. But then I get to pick something too.” Yes, because I’m sure she’ll be suffering with my first choice of activities.

As we browsed through the website, I saw her stop on the page for their gift shop. It had the normal sundries and souvenirs, but it also had clothing. “Maybe we should hit the store right now and look around. They probably aren’t busy right now and it might be nice to have some chocolate laying around.”

“Sure”, I said, “and a bottle of wine for the room might be nice for the nights we don’t feel like going out.” Nothing like provisioning the room if one of the nights turned out to be movies and chill.

So we headed down to the shop. I was pleasantly surprised by how nice it was. It was big enough that they had a number of separate sections. The snacks and drinks were near the front, and shopping like a guy, I thought that we’d be in and out of here in 30 seconds. But my wife just wandered in and started looking around. I had known her long enough that that neither surprised me or bothered me. She likes browsing and I’m happy to hang out and look around.

What did surprise me, however, was that we eventually wound up in the clothing section of the gift shop. And then a bigger surprise, we wound up looking at the swimwear. We didn’t need swimwear. We had packed for a warm-weather vacation, so we were good, right?

“I worry that the suit I brought isn’t quite what everyone else is wearing. I’d hate to stand out.”

Okay. That second comment was totally Jennifer, but not where she was going with this.

“Everyone else we saw in the hot tub last night was wearing a bikini. Maybe I should try to find one that looks good on a fifty-something, if that wouldn’t be too weird.”

“You know I have no problem with that. I’m happy to help you pick one out.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that’s very noble of you, helping a woman pick out a bikini. I’m not sure I can trust you to do what’s in my best interest.”

“Not in your best interest? I can assure you I’ll be thinking of you the whole time I look at these.”

“How about I pick and then you can vote?”

I resigned myself to being a mere consultant in the process, but looking at the suits, there were only two options for her: hot and hotter.

She spent quite a while going through the suits, evaluating them mentally and trying to figure out the right size. Eventually, she decided on either a smallish white one or an even smaller blue one.

“Okay, here are the choices, what do you think?”

“Well, the blue one is smaller, but because your skin is a little darker, the white one will probably look better on you.” Look at me, being a great husband, suggesting the white one. The thin, unlined white one.

“That’s what I was thinking too. This one’s a little more appropriate for someone my age.”

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We scheduled the couples massage for one o’clock and spent lunchtime walking around the property and down to the beach nearby. I love being around the ocean and we waded through the shallows since the water was warm. It was just nice having the two of us chatting and getting a vacation vibe going. It also helped normalize the notion that, on the whole, women don’t wear much around here.

As it got closer to our scheduled time, we headed back to the room and Jennifer started struggling with the what-to-wear question again for the massage.

“Well, I don’t know anyone here, and don’t really care, so I’ll be in the buff”, I said, hoping that she’d follow.

“I figured that was your plan, but I don’t know if that’s helpful for me.”

I didn’t have a good idea for how I might win this battle, and decided to hit the bar on the way over for a consolation prize. That turned out to be a good decision. A large, cold glass of wine for a warm afternoon was enough to even tempt Jennifer, and as usual, she helped herself to more than half of it.

We got to the spa area and were shown into a small but beautiful room that clearly impressed my wife. We met our two masseuses, Elena and Paco. I’m sure that they were good at what they did, but they also qualified in the looks department too. Elena was a little older, probably in her mid 30’s, and very pretty, with a nice smile. She had on a relatively tight tank top and shorts and it was hard not to think I had done pretty good with my choice.

Paco, however, was probably more of a looker though I can’t really judge that as a guy. But he was bronzed and fairly buff without looking ridiculous. He chatted up Jennifer a bit in a very casual but professional manner, and I think that relaxed her though the wine didn’t hurt.

The clothes thing was still bugging her a bit, and she eventually got enough courage to bring that up with Paco. “I should probably leave my underwear on, right?”

Paco, probably having heard this before, said, “You can do whatever you feel comfortable with. We just want people to enjoy themselves, so keep your underwear on if you want.” I had kind of hoped for a little more pushback from Paco, so I gave him a tiny glance to indicate that wasn’t quite what I was hoping for him to say.

“But,” Paco continued, “it’s easier for me if you take them off. I’d feel terrible if the oil ruined them.” Yes! He probably didn’t realize, but he was appealing to her sense of being nice.

“Oh, that’s a good point. I hadn’t thought of that.”

Elena and Paco left the room to let us get undressed and explained that we should just lie down on our stomach with the towel covering us and they’d be back soon.

We got undressed, and it was kind of hot seeing Jennifer get naked in an unfamiliar, somewhat public place. My body was beginning to betray itself and she just gave me a humorously disapproving look and told me to put the towel on her to make sure it was covering her completely before I covered myself up. The towel was just big enough to cover the distance from her ass to most of the way to the top of her back.

Not long after, our masseuses knocked, checked that we were ready, and then came in. They both got to work on our neck and back area, and for Jennifer that meant folding down the towel. Despite the fact that I had just seen her naked, seeing her laying there with the sides of her tits very exposed and a young man rubbing oil all over her back and sides caused me to become unbelievably hard after a couple of minutes, almost uncomfortably so. I tried to sort of lift myself up a bit so my dick could get itself in a less awkward position without anyone noticing, but in the quiet stillness of the spa area, I imagine it was obvious to everyone in the room what I was doing.

At some point, they returned the towels to their original positions and moved down to start on our legs. That felt amazing. I thought that the back massage would be my favorite part, but I had clearly never had a good foot massage. Jennifer seemed to be feeling the same way, and she had started to moan very softly and contentedly.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After the feet, they both started working their way up our legs which also felt nice. However, at this point I started watching Paco move his hands up her legs to the edge of the towel. I was loving the fact that because it was a ‘massage’, it was totally okay for this handsome young man to be rubbing oil on my wife’s thighs. I was worried that my wife was going to start getting very uncomfortable with this, but the look on her face was definitely not one of discomfort.

I was keeping my body very still because I was worried that, as hard as I was, I didn’t want to set myself off in possibly the most embarrassing moment of my life. I was watching Paco’s hands creep higher and higher and the fact that Jennifer just kept smiling was killing me. It certainly didn’t help that I had a hot woman’s hands inches from my dick, but honestly, watching my wife had my full attention. Nominally, you could argue Paco was massaging her glutes, my brain was just aware that he had his hands on her ass. I couldn’t believe my shy wife didn’t have a problem with that. Technically his hands were ‘under’ the towel, but that poor towel was not meant to cover a nicely-sized ass and a couple of large male forearms. She had to know he could see her.

Fortunately, Elena and Paco were both professionals. Soon, they stopped and asked us to turn over. I wasn’t sure how Jennifer was going to do this, but it wasn’t complicated. Paco lifted up the towel and she turned over. He made a show of keeping it low to preserve her modesty, but it wasn’t that low, and Jennifer didn’t seem concerned about modesty all that much at this point. I think I saw her tits, and he was lifting the towel from his side. And she hadn’t stopped smiling. There had to be some compromise on how he put the towel on her when she was laying on her back, and the compromise was that the upper part of her tits were showing. God, did she look good.

I, on the other hand, just had to grin and bear it. I had a rock hard erection that hid under a hotel towel about as well as you could imagine. Jennifer almost laughed when she opened her eyes and looked over in my direction, but our masseuses mostly stayed professional. Elena’s look was less disgust than an amused, ‘not again’ look. There is no way I was the first person to be in this situation.

Since they were at our feet they started working their way back up our legs, and given that shins don’t need much of a massage, they quickly found their way back up our thighs. They had carefully folded the towel over a bit so that each of us had our legs exposed such that they could get better access to our upper leg. Well, Elena had very carefully folded the towel for obvious reasons. I couldn’t completely see what Paco was doing but there was a lot more towel folded over. There is no way that he couldn’t at least see part of her bush and who knows what else. He had both hands around her thigh and seemed to be rubbing from the bottom to the top, without a lot of concern about what was on top. Jennifer was breathing more heavily at this point and had a little less of a smile, but that look clearly did not say ‘stop’. At some point, they switched sides and he kept up the rubbing. On one hand, I couldn’t see quite as much since he was on the side closer to me now, but I could basically see that he had her thigh in his hand and he was picking it up a little, so he could have more control. Her leg was being lifted and spread out a little and I don’t know how the towel was doing its job.