Bianca applied some oils to her hands, and dripped the warm liquid across the top of my shoulders and the back of my neck, the spicy ginger scent awaking my senses slightly, before she starts to work her smooth but strong hands and fingers across my shoulders, slowly working out the tension of many years of hospitality work. My head is laid down and turned to the side, I open my eyes a slither and look across at my wife, her face lit by the candlelight, a half smile, half grimace dances across her features as Nathan’s palms work along her shoulders and his thumbs caressing the sides of her neck.
My mind begins to wander as Bianca’s hands do likewise, sweeping down my back and sides, the movement reminding me of the waves on the beach, the soothing ocean like sounds coming from the stereo enhancing the effect. I start daydreaming about the holiday so far, the relaxing days by the pool or on the beach, the fun trips to local places, trying street food from eager vendors, sipping the rum punch that’s made 3 times stronger than we’re used to, the drunken frolic on the dark beachfront after a meal in the clifftop restaurant, the sex in the morning on the balcony, overlooking the ocean, the blowjob in the hotel sauna when we were alone, I shifted slightly on the table as my growing erection squashed between the padding and my stomach.
My attention was snapped back into the hotel room as Bianca’s skilled hands slid ever further down my back, under the towel and across my butt cheeks, and as she worked over the top of them a second time, there’s a slight gasp from next to me as Nathan’s hands have worked underneath my wife’s towel too, his strong palms kneading the soft white flesh of her ass, a look of concentration on his face, her making a silent ‘O’ shape with her mouth, both in surprise and pleasure. In pure instinct, I pressed my buttocks up slightly to meet the hands of my masseuse as she glided down across the small of my back, and in doing so her hand slipped further down than she anticipated, her fingers dancing down through my ass crack and towards my hole
“SHIT, the plug!” I thought to myself, the panic rising in me as the tip of her finger grazed the edge of the jeweled end of my butt plug, so brazenly inserted in me by my wife in the shower.
Bianca froze, I hold my breath, literally, wondering how she’ll react.
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