Hello everyone, I am very thankful to all the people who motivated me to share my experiences by penning it down. Here is one incident that is fresh in my mind as if it happened just an hour back.

I have always been fond of physical touch. It opens up my sexuality and brings out the best in me. So it was quite surprising that I never tried an erotic massage. The thought just never came to my mind. Until my husband got a Free complimentary spa voucher.

He had achieved the quarterly sales target and everyone in their team got a spa voucher to cool off. My husband, being a workaholic, just passed it on to me. I was very happy about it and was eager to hit the spa on the weekend.

I arrived at the Spa on a Saturday afternoon only to find it completely booked. The receptionist told me that they have appointments booked till 7pm. The only option was to sulk and haul my Ass out of there.

As I was about to go, the receptionist looking at my dejected face asked me, “Madam, if you are fine with a make masseuse then I have one slot with me.”

I was delighted with her response and told her I am fine with male or female masseuses as long as they can massage really well.

She smiled and led me through a long corridor that had multiple doors with a sign that said do not disturb. I guessed that those were massage rooms and there were clients inside.

At the end of the corridor was my room. As we got in, she told me to change into spa clothes and be ready. My masseuse was expected to come shortly. She showed me where to hang my clothes and the robe that I can wear as I wait.

The moment I looked at the spa clothes I realised it was a bad decision to agree to a male masseuse. They had kept a white semi transparent disposable panties which were extremely skimpy (barely would cover my big hips). For bosoms it was a big strap but again white and semi transparent.

As I was mulling over whether to wear it or not, I found a middle path. I quickly removed my t-shirt and trousers and wore the spa clothes over my bra and panties. I thought my quick thinking had saved me some embarrassment.

As I got ready, I heard a knock on the door. It was the masseuse asking for permission to come inside. I told him to come inside. He was a lean guy, dark skinned and fairly tall. He introduced himself as Venkat.

He took one look at me and said, “Mam, for hygiene reasons you need to wear spa clothes only. I will wait outside for you to change.

I had to change into the spa clothes. I removed my lingerie and put it on the hanger. I pulled the wide strap over my head and adjusted it over my breasts. Then wore the disposable panties.

I looked in the mirror, there was nothing left to hide. My dark nipples were visible through the semi-transparent piece of cloth. While the panties were not enough to cover my crotch let alone my hips. I turned around and looked at my hips in the mirror. The panties barely covered them.

Obviously I was not expecting this kind of strip down so my Pussy was unshaven which meant my pubic hair was jutting out from the sides of the panties and was also visible through the see-through material.

Venkat knocked again and I approved him to come inside. He told me to lie face down on the table and relax. I did as I was told and put my head through a hole in the table which was ergonomically apt.

Before he started the massage he wiped my feet clean with a warm cloth. Then he started to press my feet and move up towards my upper body. He pressed my calves, my thighs and did not skip my buttocks. Squeezing them with utmost attention he moved to the lower back, upper back and shoulders.

This was the first time a complete stranger was touching me after marriage. I immediately got aroused. He moved down and then reached for the oil.

He poured warm oil on my left leg and started to massage it from my feet to up. As he reached my hips he parted my panties to the side completely exposing my left cheek. He continued to massage my left leg and my left cheek.

As he slid his hands from my calves to my inner thighs and then over my left hip I had an intense arousal. I must have been very damp between my legs. Add to this as he massaged my hips his fingers were millimetres away from my Vagina.

The anticipation that he might accidentally end up touching my labia was making me more wet and Horny. In between his finger slipped into my Ass crack he made it look accidental but did it 2-3 times. I almost let out a soft moan.

I was too aroused and needed to tone down a little bit. So I started a conversation with him. Asked him where he is from to which he replied from Kerala. He had been a masseuse for the last 5 years.

As we spoke he moved to my right leg and repeated the same strokes and techniques. As he reached my hips again, parted my panties to expose my right cheek. Now my hips were practically nude with a thin fabric shoved in my Ass crack.

I told him that I have been married for 4 years and originally not from Bangalore. We did more small talk as I tried to calm down my heartbeat and dissipate my arousal.

As he was done with both my legs he poured oil on my back and started to massage it. He held the thin elastic of my panties and pulled them down by about 3-4 inches so that he could massage my lower back. I could visualise that my hips crack would be exposed.

He massaged my back from lower back to upper back and shoulders. He was sliding his hands inside my bandeau to massage my bare back. It was quite relaxing. As he was finishing my back he asked me, “Madam, you have taken a Swedish massage for 60 minutes, correct?”

I replied, “That’s correct. Why?” He replied that he just wanted to be sure and continued with the massage.

As he was done massaging my back I thought he would tell me to turn over. But he surprised me by pulling down my panties! I was taken aback and lifted my head out of the hole.

He instantly replied, “Madam relax, you have taken a European massage that includes a complimentary buttock massage.”

Before I could react he had poured warm oil on my naked hips and started to massage them. The warm oil was seeping into my crack over my asshole and dripping down over my Vagina. I could not resist the sensation and put my head back in the hole without putting any resistance. This gave him a Free licence to do as he desired.

I have quite wide and full hips just like my mom. My husband absolutely loves them and can’t stop touching them when we are at home. Especially when I will be cooking in the kitchen (in leggings) my hubby cannot resist patting them or squeezing them. Also my brother-in-law (if you read my first story).

Venkat was no different and was in his full flow as a masseuse. He massaged both my hips, spread them apart, ran his fingers into them and caressed them when he got the chance. His fingers were moving quite close to my asshole. In fact he ran his fingers a few times touching my asshole making me squirm.

There was no doubt about how aroused I was because Venkat would have seen my naked Pussy from that angle. It was wet with my juices and copious amounts of oil.

I was personally enjoying this hips massage and letting out soft moans acknowledging to Venkat that he is making me feel good. My breathing had become fast and I was imagining Venkat’s dark skinned hands on my very fair buttocks.

In India, there is a strange fixation towards skin colour. Fair skin is equated with beauty, and richness while dark skin is shunned and considered ugly. Many people consider this mindset to be a colonial hangover.

After he was done massaging my hips to his heart content he pulled up the panties and told me to turn over. I did as he said and turned over. While turning I saw that my panties had completely become wet with oil (probably due to me too). They were now completely transparent and I could see my hairy Pussy.

I laid down on my back. He kept a pillow under my head to support it. He then got a small towel which he folded horizontally and kept it over my eyes and told me to relax. I was now as good as blindfolded. My anticipation of him massaging me blindfolded was making me uncontrollably Horny and moist.

He started to massage me one leg at a time. Again moving from my foot upwards. He massaged the sheen, my knee and moved up to my thigh. As he massaged my thigh his fingers were quite close to my Pussy.

I naturally spread my legs giving him more access to massage my thighs. He took my spreading as a cue and massaged my inner thighs reaching close to my Vagina. There he massaged the fold between the crotch and thigh which was quite stimulating. I had a few pubic hairs jutting out there and I could feel his fingers run through them.

As the panties were completely transparent he was point blank looking at my Pussy. He moved from my left leg to the right and this time worked his way from top to the bottom. Very smartly spending more time massaging the thighs and the fold. In between he would do this gentle touch of pressing his four fingers into my flesh. This drove me crazy. He knew the trigger points well.

As he was done with both the legs he moved to massage my shoulders and neck. At this point there was no doubt that I was Horny and aroused. I could see my own nipples which were rock hard poking through the bandeau.

He sensually massaged my neck with a mix of measured and soft touch. Then he held my hands and pulled them up. He massaged my fingers, and moved up from there. In an instant he was running his fingers through my armpits. Another very erogenous zone for me.

As he massaged my armpits I was shamelessly letting out sighs and moaning to indicate I quite like what he was doing. He moved to the upper chest and gently massaged it, being careful not to venture too deep into my bandeau.

As he did my shoulders, armpits and upper chest he used copious amounts of oil which ended up making the bandeau completely wet with oil. Thus making it transparent. Since I was blindfolded I assumed my boobs were completely visible too apart from my Pussy.

He then told me, “Madam, I will be massaging your stomach now. It is a very sensitive area so try and relax.” I acknowledged and nodded.

He stood at my side and poured warm oil on my stomach. It seeped into my belly button and he used both his hands to spread it judiciously over my stomach. Soon he kept both his hands on my belly button and moved them apart sideways. He kept doing this action.

My eyes were shut but I was focussed on his touch. As his left hand moved up it stopped right under my boobs, while his right hand stopped just above the waistband of my panties.

As he repeated this action I realised his right hand was going deeper. First a couple of his fingers went underneath the waistband. The more fingers went inside.

I was not sure about it since my eyes were closed but soon I felt his fingers run through my pubic hair. In the next movement his fingers had reached my clit. I let out a half-hearted, “stop Venkat!” But he did not stop, he knew how aroused I was and he had me where I had lost control due to my havas (means lust in hindi).

He started to play with my clit and slid his oily fingers over my labia. Then he slid one inside my Vagina and swirled it around. I was speechless but trying to mutter “stop” and requesting him to stop. Although I had no intention of making him stop.

He pulled my panties down exposing my unshaved Pussy and used both his hands to play with my Pussy. I started to moan uncontrollably. In fact I was moaning, “Oh Venkat, Ahhh Venkat!”

As I plunged down the lust hole I myself pulled down the bandeau and started to press my own breasts. Venkat joined in and started to press my boobs with his left hand as his right hand continued to tame my loins.

My dark nickel shaped nipples were hard and he was pinching and playing with them. His dark hands moving freely on my fair bosoms made an attractive contrast. He pulled my mangalsutra (Black and gold beads necklace every married Indian woman wears) to remind me that I am married but still longing for his touch.

He lifted his right hand and shoved his two fingers in my mouth and told me to lubricate them. I was sucking and licking his fingers which were just a few seconds back inside my Pussy. I was quite surreal and kinky.

As the fingers got lubricated he didn’t waste any time in shoving them in my Pussy. I let out a moan as he finger fucked me. He used his left hand to flick my bean as he fingered me vigorously. I was so wet with excitement that his finger fucking was making a loud noises. I was pressing my boobs full time for extra over the top arousal.

I lasted just 10 minutes or so. I ended up having my first squirting Orgasm. It was so powerful I had never experienced anything like this, just heard about it in Porn. I ended up making the sheets wet. He gently slapped my Pussy and caressed it as I was going through a shivering recovery.

After another 10 minutes as I came back to my senses he asked me if I want to have Sex with him. Thankfully I was back to my senses and said no. He was dejected and almost depressed.

I told him that I am married and don’t want to complicate things with my husband. He had no option but to accept this fate.

As I got up he helped remove my panties and the bandeau. I was completely nude in front of him. He said something to me in Malayalam. I asked him what it means and he replied, “it means you have a body like a ripe mango.” I sincerely thanked him for his compliment.

He escorted me to the bathroom in the room. Inside the bathroom as I had a bath, I had the urge to masturbate again. The experience was so powerful that I wanted another Orgasm to relive it. So I ended up masturbating in the Shower.

I came out and wiped myself dry. As I started to wear my clothes I realised my panties are damp. I picked them up and smelled them and they smelled of semen. Poor Venkat could not control and ended up masturbating and ejaculating his load into my panties.

I felt bad for him so I called him and told him to get me some water. I pretended to dry myself with a towel as he came inside with a glass of water. I was fully nude. I started some small talk with him which he was completely not interested in as he was busy watching my naked body.

Then I started to dress in front of him. First I wore the bra and then wore his cum soaked panties. As I pulled them over my crotch I said to him, “these seem a little wet.”

He replied, “yea sometimes it happens due to the air conditioner.” I acknowledged him and adjusted myself in the panties showing as if I am really rubbing his cum on my crotch.

I wore my trousers over it and put on my t-shirt and the glass of water and said goodbye to Venkat. He told me to keep coming when I need some relaxation.

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