It felt like an eternity, but in reality it was a few seconds. Bianca and Nathan both stopped and went over to the sideboard, where the oils and lotions had been kept, they spoke softly in Bajan Creole to eachother for a couple of moments. I snuck a glance over at my wife, but her eyes were shut, a blissful look upon her face, her lips parted ever so slightly. I glance further back and see her towel had been folded up so it only just covered her ass, her legs slightly parted her back dipped low so her ass pointed up just a bit.
Bianca and Nathan come back to the base of the tables, more oils in their hands. They set them down, and Bianca folds up the end of my towel to just below the base of my cheeks, I’m almost certain the jewel of the plug must now be glinting in the soft candlelight. She starts applying more oil to the soles of my feet, circling around my ankles and along the top of my foot, before gliding around my toes and back along the sole. She does this over and over again, the slight tickling sensation and the pressure on certain areas of my feet begin to awaken something inside me again, and before I know it I’m rock hard against the table. I look across at my wife, wondering if she’s in a similar position, and I’m not surprised to find her back dipped even lower, pussy pushed back further and legs open slightly more as Nathan the muscled Adonis works his magic on her feet. I feel a pang of jealousy, knowing that a mere foot rub is probably getting her off right now, and he probably has a perfect view of her bare pussy, no doubt glistening with her juices.
In unison, they start to massage up our calves and working towards our knees, purposefully, kneading the stresses out of our bodies. The strong but delicate caress of Bianca’s fingers, working up and along my legs, gradually shifting towards my thighs and ass, I feel my dick throbbing occasionally under my own body, struggling to spring free. As she reaches the top of my thighs, she stops, and asks us to flip over.
“Umm, I need a minute” I say, embarrassed, to which she and Nathan laughed.
“It’s not a problem, I’ve seen a lot more” she replies…
“It’s normal when you feel this relaxed to get excited”
Begrudgingly, I roll onto my back and adjust the towel, currently tented by my erection. My wife is much happier to oblige, her ample tits completely on show, nipples betraying her levels of excitement too. The masseuses start the process again, massaging our heads and shoulders, slowly moving lower and lower. I feel Bianca’s hands rubbing over my chest, I hear a sharp intake of breath from next to me, Nathan’s hands have worked their way onto her breasts. I go to say something but as I open my mouth Bianca presses her finger to my mouth.
“Shhh, just enjoy yourself, Sir, we’re here to relax you and ensure you feel good” she whispers into my ear, and then smiles and unbuttons her polo shirt, before gently pulling it up over her head, revealing her perfect body and tits in a mint coloured lace bra, a wonderful contrast to her caramel skin. Before I could protest any more, I see Nathan has also removed his polo, and is now massaging and tweaking my wife’s nipples as she lets out the tiniest of whimpers. Bianca reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, placing it on the sideboard, and returns to massage my upper body. She stands at the head of the table and reaches down and over my head, her tits swaying slightly as she works, inches from my face. Lower and lower she works, bending over more and more with each motion, until my face is in her cleavage, and her fingers have reached under the towel and rest at the base of my now throbbing cock.
“Shall we move on to the next step of your massage?”
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