The scene unfolds with both women sharing laughter as one playfully strokes the cock while adjusting his shorts, catching him off guard.
Their conversation continues until the massage draws to a close, marked by the clock. During the session, the woman’s hands encroaching further, stimulating him and creating a noticeable bulge in his shorts.
His wife later reveals she enjoyed witnessing it, feeling turned on, leading to passionate intimacy in their hotel suite. She discloses her own excitement as she was fingered by a woman during her massage, even though it was a first for her.
After a foot wash, they lie on their stomachs, taking in the sunset, in swimming shorts and his wife in a bikini. The younger woman’s skilled hands relieve his tension as she begins at the shoulders.
As she reaches his waist, driven by curiosity or the influence of alcohol, lifts his rear as instructed, allowing her to remove his swimming shorts, which he later leaves laid out nearby, unbeknownst to his wife initially.
I lowered myself again, unsure if the masseuse could see my cock underneath me. After she spent a long time focusing on my thoughts and ass, she asked me to turn over.
A thin towel barely covered my groin, which I spread over my pubic area as I turned over alongside my wife. While I wasn’t fully erect, I wasn’t completely limp either.
My wife smiled and mouthed “Happy Birthday” before lying down with a muslin cloth over her face. The younger masseuse returned to my wife, whose bikini top was back in place.
I saw my masseuse’s hands and noticed the bulge in the towel covering my cock.
She began to slide her hands up my legs, increasing my arousal. With each touch on my thighs, her palms or knuckles occasionally caressed my cock, causing it to grow further, making the flannel cloth increasingly inadequate.
I realized that her perspective was probably better than mine.
Caught up in watching my arousal rise, I slowly understood she was also massaging my balls. I was nude, with a Thai masseuse in one hand and my cock in the other, while warming oils heightened my pleasure.
Amidst laughter and chatter, the towel was suddenly removed, and I turned to face my wife, who seemed blissfully unaware of the unfolding situation.
I thought I heard a faint grunt as she continued to sleep during her massage, completely relaxed.
